#i can't believe im a fanfiction guy now

[nekhcore]

a reunion in west coerthas -- one-shot fic. 5k words.

crucial, load-bearing moment for wolcred: misha and thancred Talk for the first time since the banquet and things get Serious.

um. warning for i guess. pathetic homoeroticism. and also there's a fistfight in there. mentions of blood. but i'm baby so there's no particularly graphic descriptions.

wrote this because it was supposed to be like nearly 20 pages across 3 comics but that was absurd. anyways, fic under the cut but you can read it on ao3 instead if you'd like.

The frigid highlands of Coerthas were a far cry from the lush verdure they had been before the Calamity. One could scarce believe that it had been only five years since. The people of Ishgard could still remember the days before the fall. Though their city-states weren’t far apart, Misha never ventured out of the Shroud until adulthood, so the biting cold was all he knew these lands by.

Snow crunched under his boots as he walked. Although he was the one more familiar with these lands, he allowed Thancred to walk ahead of him. The hyur set their pace without so much as a word shared between them. It wasn’t necessary. He knew that wherever he went, Misha would follow. As he followed them all.

The two men kept their steps light and their voices quiet. There was no need to disturb the wildlife, and they hadn’t come out here to fight beasts. Misha soon found that this was one of Thancred’s many skills that he was not able to match. His own steps were clumsy and loud compared to the near-silent way the rogue passed over the snow.

They came to an opening in the field, a clear patch of snow and ice with nothing but the towering visage of Haldrath watching over it.

“This is as good a place as any,” Thancred said, surveying the area. “Agreed?”

Misha looked up at the first Azure Dragoon, with his frozen lance held proudly at his side. The Gae Bolg. The selfsame lance that Estinien wielded. Often there was someone here to maintain the statue, but today they seemed to be absent. All the better. Misha could barely figure out how he was going to talk to Thancred alone. He couldn’t bear having an audience.

“It’s fine,” the viera said, turning away from the statue before it could awaken something else inside him.

An uncomfortable silence hung over the two men. They’d come out here for some fresh air, but that was just a pretense and they both knew it. It had been months since they last saw each other, and they’d hardly parted well. There was still so much left unsaid between them, and the circumstances upon their return to Ishgard were hardly favorable for the kind of conversation that needed to be had. It was a relief that Aymeric was well. Thancred’s contribution to the investigation was invaluable. It was to no one’s surprise that a Limsan street rat would know how to handle the Brume. Misha only wished that things were quieter. That he could experience something without moving right on to the next thing.

Well, it was quiet now. He’d nearly smothered Thancred once he mentioned returning to the Rising Stones. He couldn’t leave yet. Not when Misha only just got him back. Not before he’d gotten the chance to wrestle these nascent feelings into submission. It was a good thing the rogue was of the same mind.

 “You trained here in Coerthas, is that right?” Thancred asked, and it took every bit of Misha’s restraint not to attack him for it.

“That’s in the past,” Misha said through gritted teeth, biting back a curse on Alphinaud’s name. 

It wasn’t that Misha disliked Alphinaud—quite the opposite, really. He was fond of him. Even after everything, even after the Braves, Misha still trusted the boy. Thought of him as family, as he did all the scions. But though he had sworn Alphinaud to silence long before the bloody banquet, the elezen youth still couldn’t stop himself from mentioning the one thing he was never supposed to speak of.

“Come now, it wasn’t that long ago,” Thancred said, watching Misha with a level gaze. “You were a great lancer and a better dragoon, I’m sure. I can’t imagine why you’d give it away.”

Misha’s ear twitched in annoyance as he turned his back to Thancred. He’d wanted to see him so badly, had yearned for this moment for weeks, but if this was how he was going to be… they should have left him in Dravania. Lancing was the last thing he wanted to think about, much less talk about. As if it wasn’t bad enough that he’d spent all that time traveling beside Estinien, who’d insisted on carrying the Eye of Nidhogg on his person at all times. Misha had suffered enough.

Thancred stepped closer. “Pray forgive me for being so forward,” he said, not sounding apologetic at all, “but you can imagine my shock at finding out about all this now.”

Misha whirled around. “You were never supposed to find out,” he said, throwing his hands out in exasperation. “None of you had to know!”

“I beg to differ. That you had received the power of a great wyrm and met with Ishgard’s Azure Dragoon would have been very helpful to know. Especially when we were petitioning the city-states.”

Misha suddenly took great interest in the hardened ice below his feet. “My days as dragoon were over by then.” The Warrior of Light wrung his hands. “I haven’t touched a lance since Titan.”

Thancred gave no quarter. “You left for Coerthas long before Titan. You had plenty of time to say something.”

“That’s…”

“These aren’t the kind of things you should be keeping from us.”

“Who was I supposed to tell? You?”

“Yes! Even if not me, any one of the scions should have—”

“Should we discuss Lahabrea then, since you’re so keen on bringing up the past?” Misha snapped with a vitriol in his voice that he barely recognized. “Lest you forget why things ocurred as they did.”

Thancred threw his hands up in surrender. “Easy,” he said lightly, as a strained smile graced his lips. “You’ve made your point.”

Once again they sat in silence, though this one was more tense than awkward. Misha kept his gaze averted. He didn’t know where that came from. That wasn’t what he’d wanted to say. He had never been much for the Twelve—and the things he’d experienced until now made that hard to change—but he could’ve sworn someone was tormenting him like this on purpose.

No, it was Thancred’s own fault for bringing it up. They’d gone this long not talking about it. What made him think that things would change now?

“Have you been keeping up with your hand-to-hand?” Thancred asked, breaking their silence and taking a cautious step closer. “Or were those sparring sessions only for me?”

They had been. 

As were many other things, as Misha had come to realize in his absence.

“I’m an archer,” he said, his voice softer now. He glanced at Thancred over his shoulder. “I don’t need it.”

“Is that so?” Thancred unsheathed one of his daggers and made a show of twirling it around his fingers. Misha’s eyes followed its every arc as if in a trance. “I couldn’t help but notice you don’t carry a blade anymore.” The dagger danced between the rogue’s hands. “What do you plan to do when you get cornered?” He sheathed the blade and plucked a shaft from Misha’s quiver, admiring its sharp edge. “Will you stab them with an arrow?”

The viera didn’t have time to react before his own arrowhead was pressed against his throat, held firm in Thancred’s hand. He held the hyur’s confident gaze and wished that he could wipe that self-assured smirk off his face. This could have never happened to him if he was still—

Misha pulled the arrow out of his hands. “You make a fair point.”

Thancred relinquished his new weapon readily and slipped back into a mischievous grin. “It’ll be just like old times.”

They shed their weapons against Haldrath’s base. Misha gingerly laid his bowharp and quiver against the stone, hoping their very presence wouldn’t insult the first Azure Dragoon’s memory. Thancred removed his belts along with his blades and gave the viera a wink when he caught him staring. It struck a pang in his chest and set his tail wagging.

Thancred was teasing him. Misha knew this to be true. He brushed a hand against the viera’s back as he walked past, right above the base of his tail. His carefree swagger called to mind those days outside Mor Dhona, when sparring was an excuse to get on top of each other with an audience. He watched as Misha put his fists up and said, “Your form has gotten worse.”

“Coming from you.”

Misha couldn’t remember the last time he’d heard Thancred laugh. It must have been at the banquet. No, before they all made for Ul’dah. They’d been alone in his room at the Rising Stones, joking about some of the newer recruits from the Braves. He’d laughed against Misha’s lips before they parted, and Misha had spent the nights after wishing that he’d paid more attention. That he’d better committed that sound to memory. 

He would remember this one. He hoped he wouldn’t have to.

The worst part was that Thancred was right. Misha’s form had gotten worse. In all the confusion since escaping Ul’dah, he’d neglected to pay any attention to his skills in close combat, and the rust was clear. All this time he’d been fighting dragons on the ground and cloudkin in the Sea of Clouds—the few times he’d fought more grounded foes, his arrows dispatched their targets on the first shot. 

He was the Warrior of Light. Well-sung bard, eikon-slayer, the arrow that pierced the heavens. Nobody expected him in a fistfight.

It showed, clearly. Thancred held his palms up for Misha, and had something to say about every punch thrown. Your fist is too tight. Your fist is too loose. Your angle is all wrong. Straighten up. Bend here. Arc this way. You’re too low. With every correction, Thancred made sure to let his fingertips linger too long against Misha’s skin.

“That’s right,” he said. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as Misha quickened his pace. “Keep your arm straight.”

Though he’d been trying to keep his mind off of it, Misha’s mind wandered to Estinien. That pathetic excuse for a man would be overjoyed to hear that Misha’s secret had gotten out. Just thinking of the elezen’s face stoked the dormant fires of rage within him, and he poured that energy into his fists.

“There you go,” Thancred cooed, not hiding his pleasure one bit. He’d always gotten worked up over a good fight. “Good.”

It was cathartic—letting it out. Even if it wasn’t Thancred’s face he wanted to be looking at for this. He’d missed this. These little moments between them with nobody else around. He’d missed being this close to him. He’d missed not feeling like he had to brace for another goodbye. There were so, so many of them as of late. 

His fist collided with Thancred’s jaw. The hyur froze with his head turned, unable to process what had just happened to him. By the time he turned back to face the Warrior of Light, there was another punch coming.

“Misha?” he asked, rubbing his face where he was struck. He received no answer—only another punch thrown, one that he caught in the palm of his hand.

Misha reeled at the first blow Thancred returned in kind, but he was undeterred. He descended on the rogue with new fury, and they traded blows on the ice. They advanced further and further away from Haldrath’s shadow, with ragged breaths and blood on their lips. His height gave the viera no advantage over a man like Thancred, who knew the Warrior of Light like the back of his hand and was well versed on turning the odds in his favor. All it took was one calculated step and a shove to knock Misha off his feet and into the snow.

Thancred pinned him to the ground with his arms behind his back, holding his wrists together tightly. “Why don’t you tell me,” he said, trying to steady his breathing, “just what it is you think you’re doing?”

For all his struggling, Misha couldn’t break free. Another thing that he’d forgotten with time apart—in this sense, him and Thancred were closely matched. Though who was the stronger of the two was still undecided.

It infuriated him. 

“Get off me,” Misha all but snarled, throwing all his weight to knock the rogue off him. His grip slipped for just a moment, and the viera overtook him.

Even with Misha straddled over his torso on the ice with his fist raised, Thancred didn’t look afraid at all. He threw his hands up in defense and took Misha’s last blow in stride, spitting red onto the white snow. He wiped the blood off his upper lip and said, “Trying to kill me?”

“I thought you were dead!”

There was only the sound of the wind and their labored breathing to fill the silence that followed Misha’s outburst. Neither of them dared to speak, and his words hung heavy over them.

Ah. That was it, wasn’t it? What this was really about.

“I’ve spent this whole time worried sick about you,” Misha said, the words pouring out before he could stop them, “and you think that you can walk back in and act like nothing’s changed? You think you have the right to ask anything of me?”

Haldrath’s visage towered solemnly over them as snow dusted his weary shoulders. Thancred looked up at the Warrior of Light with one wide eye, with almost nothing to say for once in his life.

“You came to me first,” he said, dumbfounded.

“Of course I did!” Misha snapped. “The last time I saw you, I heard the tunnel collapse on you. Of course I’d embrace someone I thought died months ago! Do you have any idea what that was like for me? What I’ve been through since?”

Thancred’s stare hardened. “I did what was necessary to ensure—”

“I don’t give a damn that you did it for her! We all did!” Misha’s voice echoed across the vast open space. “But I trusted you!”

Their pursuers had been gaining on them, and he and Y’shtola insisted on staying behind to give them a chance. At the time, Misha hadn’t understood. Hadn’t understood why they were trying to split up. He hadn’t realized yet what Minfilia already knew: that they were all willing and ready to do what it takes to ensure that she—and thus, their cause—would survive.

“I trusted you and you lied to me,” Misha said, wrapping his fingers around the collar of Thancred’s shirt.

What had he said? 

Go with her. We’ll meet again soon.

Spoken with a fake smile that betrayed his true intentions. His mind was made up. He’d never planned to come out of that aqueduct in the first place. But it was an order, and if there was anything Misha knew how to do it was follow orders.

“You lied to my face, you all left me behind and I…”

His anger was fading, with a crushing loneliness taking its place. That was the worst part, wasn’t it? Misha couldn’t find it in himself to stay mad. He couldn’t bring himself to hate the Scions for leaving him to bear this burden alone. He knew that if it had been him in any of their places, he would have done the same thing. He would have done it in a heartbeat. For Minfilia, he was just as ready to give everything as any of the rest of them were.

And she’d left him behind as well.

“I’m so, so glad you’re safe,” he said through tears, and buried his face in Thancred’s shoulder where the hyur wouldn’t be able to see him cry.

There were no jokes. No witty comebacks or clever quips. Only the slow rise and fall of Thancred’s chest to let Misha know that he was still breathing. Though he could feel the snow falling on his ears, he couldn’t move. He didn’t want to. This was the closest they’d been to each other since that day, and he breathed deep of the scent to make himself remember. Thancred laid still beneath him as the wetness of melting snow seeped into their clothes.

It was the rogue who made the first move, cautiously snaking an arm around Misha’s waist. Testing the waters. When he found no resistance, Thancred pulled the Warrior of Light tight against his body and stroked his hair until the shuddering stopped and the tears dried against his skin.

When he could no longer stand the feeling of snowfall on his tail, Misha pushed himself up and wiped away what remained of his tears with a sniffle. But his gloves were stained with blood, and he only smeared it on his cheek. He allowed Thancred the space to sit up, but only just enough, lest he tried to escape.

The rogue rubbed his chin and hissed in pain. “You did a number on me…”

The adornments on Misha’s gloves had left cuts in their wake, and his lip was split open. Blood smeared over his chin was still wet. “That’ll bruise,” he said, slipping his fingers under his blindfold with a chuckle.

Misha wasn’t sure what it was. He hadn’t been sure for weeks. Sitting there, knowing that he must look as terrible as the man under him did, with his heart racing so quickly it might fly out of his chest, something clicked into place. About what he’d come here for. What he’d wanted. What he’d been waiting this whole time for.

Thancred froze when Misha’s hands cradled his face and faltered when their lips met. Misha didn’t know whose blood it was that he tasted on his tongue. It didn’t make a difference. All that mattered was that the rogue had responded in kind. He slid his arms around Thancred’s neck and tangled fingers in his hair. He pulled him closer until he couldn’t breathe anymore, and they wrenched apart and stared at each other with wide eyes and dilated pupils.

Wind whistled through Haldrath’s cape.

Misha smothered Thancred under the dragoon’s shadow, relishing in the way their mouths seemed to fit together perfectly. His missing piece found. Like he’d never been away. He dragged his fangs against the cracked flesh of his lips, and Thancred wrapped his hands in the folds and scarves of Misha’s garb. Anything to get closer.

“Misha,” he said, reluctantly pulling away.

The viera shook the snow off his ears. “I know.”

With great effort and restraint, they got to their feet and reclaimed their shed weapons. They would need to make haste if they were to avoid getting stranded out in the coming storm. Thancred stumbled and Misha took him under arm, supporting his weight before the rogue could ask for it. As they started back towards Falcon’s Nest, the Warrior of Light spared one last look at the first Azure Dragoon and bid him a silent farewell.

The knights saw them return from far away. The saviour of Ishgard was met by a handful of men, all armed and ready to defend the fort from an unseen enemy. Misha didn’t have the heart or the energy to tell them it was a spat between comrades. When he asked Ser Redwald for a place to lick their wounds, away from prying eyes, the commander was quick to provide—if a bit wary of the circumstances. Despite all Misha’s insistences that there was nothing yet to come, the hyur still looked out into the wastes with doubt.

One of the smaller halls had nearly fallen into disuse in the absence of most of its troop, so they insisted it wasn’t any trouble to vacate it for the night. The ease with which they acquiesced to his whims was one of the few things that Misha enjoyed about using his title. It was a shame that the room was barely any warmer than the wilderness outside. The fire in the hearth could only spread its warmth so far, and their wet clothes bore the chill deep into their bones.

At his request, they’d brought him a handful of medical supplies and promised not to return until daylight. When Misha returned to set the basket upon a stool, Thancred was already stripping out of his shirt and hanging it by the hearth. The sight of him knocked all the air out of his lungs. He could vividly remember dragging his nails against the muscles in Thancred’s back in the days before. A shudder and a sigh under his lips on the nape of his neck. In spite of his covered eye, it was still the same fond gaze that Misha had received countless times at the Rising Stones. The sliver of the archon mark visible over his shoulder sent the viera’s thoughts into a frenzy.

He could do it. All he had to do was approach.

They stared each other down until one of them folded. In the end, Misha lacked the nerve—having spent it all out in the wastes—and put himself to the arduous task of undoing his wraps and disrobing instead.

Though they agreed that they had other priorities, it was clear to them both that they did not respect them. There was no reason for Thancred to place his hand upon Misha’s thigh so intentionally, especially not as the viera was trying to sit him down to clean his wounds, but he refused to move it. Thancred wiped the blood off Misha’s face with a wet rag, and Misha sang under his breath as he returned the favor with stinging alcohol. He doubted the music would work as well without the aether and the harp, but it couldn’t hurt to try. It was familiar, at the very least. A small comfort among the growing uncertainty of Ishgard.

He held Thancred’s chin with his fingers, turning the rogue’s face up to check for anything he’d missed and leaning in close to better examine his stubbled jaw. Their noses brushed against each other, and Thancred pulled him in for another kiss before they had the chance to second-guess it.

They were alone now, properly, and fell into step. Wandering hands explored new scars and settled on old, familiar curves. Misha ran his fingers down the nape of Thancred’s neck and traced the dented curve of his ear. Thancred’s palm rested over the darkened skin of Misha’s side, hesitating over the jagged edges of the scar—as was his wont. Teeth scraped against cracked lips and calloused fingertips pulled against loose skin. When the rogue laid him down on the cot, Misha nearly forgot that they weren’t back in the Rising Stones. 

The viera slipped his fingers under Thancred’s choker and dug his nails into the inked skin of his archon mark, fulfilling the urge he’d been fighting since they first saw each other at Loth ast Gnath. He’d waited so long just for the chance to taste this man again, and he intended to savor it for as long as he could. Nothing brought him greater satisfaction than hearing Thancred sigh in delight against his lips and press his fingers into his waist. They strained to get closer, discarding what little clothing remained between them. Pawing at each other like desperate youths with ravenous appetites, trailing kisses down their necks and tangling fingers in each other’s hair.

In the back of his mind Misha was glad he’d had the foresight to demand their privacy, but they were so engrossed in each other that they might not have noticed an intrusion at all.

x x x

The Coerthas cold was ruthless, and the main culprit behind Misha waking up with his limbs entangled with Thancred’s. There was another cause—that he enjoyed being there—but that was far less pressing than the chill under his skin. He hoped their clothes had dried out overnight, or their return to Ishgard would prove less than pleasant.

The only light came from the hearth and a small window on the other side of the hall, but its rays didn’t quite make it to their borrowed cot. In the dim light and morning quiet, Misha found himself staring at Thancred’s sleeping face. He seemed… peaceful. For once. From the moment they found him until now, he’d been doing something. Infiltrating Loth ast Gnath. Fighting off the Warriors of Darkness. Investigating Aymeric’s assailants. If Misha hadn’t intercepted him, he might have been halfway to Mor Dhona by now. Instead he was here, at rest.

Misha couldn’t feel aether as accurately as Y’shtola did. He knew each of the scions by touch, but he couldn’t pinpoint what it was that made each of them feel distinct. He only knew them by instinct. Even so, her words echoed in his mind. Thancred’s aether was distinctly his, but it was still wrong. Something had changed.

Would he have walked all the way to the Rising Stones? Would he have insisted on going alone so none of them could question why he wouldn’t use an aetheryte he had long since been attuned to?

Although Misha hadn’t deigned to breach the topic with her, he knew by now that Y’shtola had not come back entirely intact either. The magic she’d casted had nearly set her adrift in the lifestream for eternity. It had nearly transported Thancred directly inside the rock of Sohm Al. What more had it taken from them?

The viera’s fingers hovered above the fabric. Gingerly, he lifted the corner.

“Couldn’t get enough of me, could you?” Thancred said, his hand wrapped tight around Misha’s wrist.

In the split-second before he was caught, Misha saw a darkened bruise forming on the rogue’s cheek. “I didn’t think you were awake.”

When Thancred saw the look on Misha’s face, his gaze softened. He brought the viera’s hand to his lips and pressed a kiss against his knuckles. “Light sleeper.”

The fluttering in his chest wasn’t enough to distract Misha from the sinking feeling in his stomach. It would be clear to the others that something had happened between them. It wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have, especially not with Alphinaud. The boy was a child still. And Tataru… she was a smart girl. She would know.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t know what came over me.”

Thancred laughed and brushed the hair out of Misha’s face. “Have you seen yourself? I’d say we’re even.”

Misha remained unconvinced and buried his face in the crook of Thancred’s neck.

“I meant it,” he murmured. “I was happy to see you. I still am.”

Thancred offered another kiss into the palm of his hand. “The feeling is mutual.”

“I thought I’d never see you again. I’m not ready to say goodbye. Not another.”

“You won’t have to,” Thancred said, reaching around to scratch the base of Misha’s ears. The viera shivered and leaned into it. He still remembered that, even after all this time? “I’m not going anywhere.”

Thancred might have been trying to distract him, though whether it was to ease Misha’s fears or avoid the conversation entirely was not so clear. Misha, for one, was tired of running. He’d spent the last few months running, both from their adversaries and his own feelings. It had taken seeing Thancred again to let everything catch up to him. He wasn’t going to let it get the better of him again.

“Will you make me a promise?”

Thancred pulled back with an insufferable smirk. “For the Warrior of Light? Anything.”

Most importantly, he wasn’t going to let himself mirror whatever it was that Sanson and Guydelot had forced him to bear witness to. He could be better than that. He would be.

“Promise me you’ll stay.” 

Thancred faltered for the briefest of moments, but it didn’t escape notice. So when the rogue regained his composure and opened his grinning mouth, Misha cut him off before he got so much as a word out.

“Stop. Don’t feed me your bullshit,” he said, taking Thancred’s face in both hands and challenging him with a steely glare. “Say it and mean it this time.”

But the hyur was so taken aback by this sudden change in attitude, this newfound insistence, that he couldn’t respond. Misha could feel his heart racing. Watched him swallow nervously.

“I need you to stay, Thancred. If not for the other scions, then for me.”

The words sounded wrong as soon as he said them, and it felt like the rogue could tell. Thancred stared at him, dumbstruck by the admission.

“No, that’s not it either.” Misha covered his face and made himself start over. It wasn’t that noble. It was simpler than that. It was selfish. He looked up at Thancred through his fingers and said, “I want you to stay. With me.”

Perhaps it was too soon. Perhaps it was a bit much to start off with. Thancred had only just reunited with them, after all. But after everything they’d been through together, all those months they spent after Gaius’ defeat playing coy and warming each other’s beds like there was nothing of any greater importance between them, Misha would have rather come off too strong than make himself unclear. He was serious this time. He should have been sooner.

Thancred held Misha’s face in his hands. Pulled the viera close enough for their foreheads to touch and stared in his eyes. When he couldn’t bear it anymore, Thancred left a kiss between his eyebrows and brought him to his chest, holding him firmly in place.

After an eternity in silent embrace, Thancred said, “I’ll stay.”

Misha held back a sigh of relief. It irked him not to see the rogue’s face, but this was in earnest. He could tell from the tone in his voice. From the tremble of his hands on his back. “Don’t leave me behind again.”

“I won’t. I swear it. I’ll stay. I’ll be right here at your side.”

“You swear it?”

Thancred held Misha as tightly as he could. “I swear it.”

That was good enough for him. It didn’t matter if he had the right words, or if the promise sounded as beautiful as Misha knew Thancred was capable of making it sound. All that mattered was that they knew where they stood, and that it was true. Many things he did and said were untrue. Misha wouldn’t stand to be one of them.

Judging from the way he was holding him, perhaps Thancred felt the same.

“Thancred,” he said, gently. Sounding out his name like a newly opened gift. “Look at me.”

It took far longer than it should have, but the hyur released his desperate grip on Misha and allowed the Warrior of Light to look him in the eye. The fatigue of his time away was plain to see on his face. Above all else, though, he held Misha’s stare with a determination that quieted all his other doubts.

Misha considered saying something else. Considered that maybe there was more to be addressed between them. But he became aware again of where they were, and the state of undress that they were in, and what they had done the night before, and told himself that some things could wait until they made it back to Ishgard. He pulled Thancred into one last kiss and devised a new moment in time that was just for the two of them.

[viasdreams]

Nightwalker ཐི❤︎ཋྀ ~ im jisung, your new owner

the checkout counter was covered in books, and hyuck was starting to stress. kun's shift started in five minutes and he still hadn't decided on a book to eat.

after much deliberation, he had whittled it down to three options, jujutsu kaisen volume four (because nanami looked really "zaddy" on it), the ultimate gamers cookbook, and the bible.

he was taken out of his intense contemplation by the sound of the door opening. before you even entered the store, he knew it was you.

"yn.." hyuck stared at you like a deer in headlights.

"hi hyuck," you greeted awkwardly.

the two of you stared at each other in silence for what felt like forever. well, it was silent to you, but the sound of your rapid heartbeat was deafing to hyuck.

"um i thought kun was supposed to work today?" hyuck asked, averting his gaze from yours.

"i took his shift," you slowly walked toward the counter, "why did you quit hyuck?"

following your movements, he stepped back, his back hitting the wall.

"i told you i was going to. i was going to quit on the spot but i didn't want to be an ass and make you guys cover my shifts. but uhh ill leave right now."

he scrambled out from behind the counter, tripping over his feet in the process, practically face-planting onto the wood floors.

"oh shit are you ok?" you rushed to his side, leaning down to help him up.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" hyuck yelled, holding his hand out to stop you.

"why? im not scared of you, i know you won't hurt me." still, you respected his wishes, stepping back slightly.

he regained his footing, dusting himself off as he stood.

"then why is your heart beating so fast?" he inhaled deeply, "and why are you sweating?"

"you can smell my sweat?" you suddenly regretted forgetting to put perfume on.

"well yeah, but i can also see it dripping down your forehead."

you quickly wiped your face with your sleeve. "i'm not scared of you hyuck." he clearly didn't believe you. "can we just talk please."

"if that's what you want, sure, but stay over there okay?"

you held your hands up to your chest, "whatever you want."

"thanks" he mumbled, playing with his hands awkwardly.

another silence fell between the two of you as you both waited for the other to speak.

"so a vampire huh?" you broke the silence, "why did your prayers work and not mine." you jokingly pouted at him.

"yeah i really lucked out by having vampire friends," he smiled slightly.

"damn i made friends with the wrong people, my friends are just losers.''

"oh there are loser vampires, trust me."

"really? because the two vampires i've met have been pretty cool." a small smirk crept onto your face.

"well chenles a vampire, so yeah there are loser vampires." hyuck shrugged, the reality of what he just said not hitting him until he saw your shocked face.

"oh my god, you did not just hear that" he frantically waved his hands no.

"oh i definitely heard that. jisung is going to die holy shit," you excitedly took your phone out to text him.

"NO YOU CAN'T TELL HIM!" hyuck lurched for your phone at full force, knocking you both to the ground.

"wait do you hear that?" you looked around expectantly from under his weight, stopping his struggle for your phone.

confused, he followed your gaze, but couldn't figure out what you were talking about. "um no?"

"exactly, you're not hearing my heartbeat." you dramatically rolled him off you, switching into a sitting position, hyuck slowly mimicking your position.

"i don't understand what you're getting at yn."

"you literally just jumped at me, and my heart isn't beating out of my chest." you looked at him expectantly, but he clearly still wasn't understanding. "do you believe that i'm not scared now?"

"if you're not scared then why were you sweating so much and why was your heart beating so fast before?" a puzzled expression painted his features.

"i had to run here because i lost track of time writing this fanfiction about my friend and his crush," he raised an eyebrow at you, "it's a whole thing, don't worry about that. point is, im not scared of you."

"but you should be after what i told you. yn i did horrible things to you. you should be terrified right now." his tone made it seem like he wanted you to be afraid of him, like he was begging you to get away from him.

"i know, but for some reason, i'm not," you shrugged "i mean i'm not thrilled about what happened and i don't entirely forgive you, but i don't hate you for it. i think you're a good guy hyuck, you just did some not-great things, but that's what makes us human. well, semi-human in your case i guess."

you could see tears starting to form at his lashline. you reached into your bag, grabbing some tissues.

"here," you passed him one, "i didn't know vampires could cry." you lightly chuckled.

"this one definitely does." he laughed, dabbing at his eyes, "a lot."

"look yn, im really, really, sorry for everything. i just-" you brought your finger to his lips, silencing him.

"i know hyuck, it's ok. just don't quit okay? i'd be so bored without you."

he nodded behind your finger.

"good," you dropped your hand to his shoulder, using it to lift yourself up, "now i have some questions and i expect you to answer." you walked to the cash register, sitting on the counter.

he quickly followed, standing in front of you like a soldier at attention.

"yeah i'll answer anything, hit me."

"is my blood yummy?" you had been wondering this ever since he told you about what he was.

"dude it's fire, i'm not joking. it's the best i've ever had."

"hell yeah," you smiled, your ego greatly inflated.

"next question," you looked around yourself, "what's up with all these books?"

"oh i was picking which one to eat," he said nonchalantly, as if it was a normal thing to say.

"ho-" you hesitated "how did kun know?" you said more to yourself than to him.

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a/n: based that chenji fic off of that one Danny Gonzales and Drew Gooden video where they read fanfic about themselves lol (any house of gold fans 🤩)

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[cloudyskydreams]

Do u have any xreader fic recommendations?

Luv ur writing btw<33

AHHHHHHH boy do I that's mainly what I read lol

I have actually been waiting for this moment stg I have basically no one in my life who also reads fanfiction so theres no one to really talk to about it

A few that immediately come to mind are:

Aggre(g/v)ation by Llama Goddess!, Complete, 180,000 words, Fem reader

•Okay this one I have very faint memory of and from what I can remember it's a reverse harem fic (gonna be a pretty common troupe here)with UT sans, UF sans, and HT sans. I really liked the characterization of the boys in this fic and it had good pacing and plot. I believe you're UT sans roommate and then all the machine bs happens and it pulls through UF sans first and then HT sans a bit later on in the story.

Dirty Laundry(fem and masc) by Popatochisp, Complete, 162,476 words for fem 182,622 words for masc

• THE swapfell fic. Both skeleton brothers x reader here with SF sans being romanced later on in the book. I absolutely devoured this fic it was great pacing,great characterization,THE PLOT 😙👌. So it starts off with you doing laundry at a Laundromat and you feel someone watching you. Looking around you see a tall skeleton trying to sneakily watch you and you're like what is he up to. So you approach him and you're like can I help you and he gets super embarrassed because the whole issue here is he doesn't know how to do laundry. So you teach him and end up getting his number and he wants you to become his adulting teacher basically. Not gonna spoil much more but this book is! so! good! Really fluffy with just the right amount of drama and action mixed in. Hard recommend!

On top of the bone pile by Lyrjok, Complete, Includes SMUT, 422,222 words Fem reader

•Another reverse harem this one has a bunch of boys let's see romance wise there's UT, US, UF, and SF maybe G!Sans as well can't remember, There's also ink and error but they're there for plot reasons. This one is cute and has good pacing. I can't really remember the plot super well besides the ending and I don't want to spoil that for y'all. I picked it up for the smut but ended up really liking it and how the author portrays the boys is pretty good!

Smells like Chalk and Beeswax by ShittyDinner, Complete, Includes SMUT 78,841, Fem reader

•Okay first of all this fic does NOT have a happy ending and I figured that out the hard way. Istg it hurt me so bad I couldn't read fanfiction for like two weeks after I finished it because I couldn't stop thinking about the ending and it was ruining my reading experience. SO BE WARNED. This fic is a US sans x reader with uh some US papyrus x reader as well. Absolutely great fic here, the plot and pacing are perfect I love the boys here. I remember the plot of this one so viscerally starts off with an earthquake and you end up saving US sans. He gets your number and wants to befriend you basically right away. Don't want to spoil anything but the story moves pretty quick so you won't be waiting long if you read this!

Smells like Chalk and Cockatoo byShittyDiner, Complete, Includes SMUT, 128,555 words,Fem reader

This is by the same author as the last one and kinda follows a simular plotline but instead it is UT sans x reader. If i remember correctly it does have a happy ending. So a fair warning for this one Sans is abusive at some points its actually a pretty big plot point so if topics like that are triggering to you this is not the fic for you. I cant really remember the plot of this one too well but im pretty sure you meet papyrus first and sans a bit later on. Its pacing is pretty decent and i feel it has a good amount of drama plus you get to have a kid with sans near the end which was cute to see.

OKAY i feel like six is enough for now but if you guys wants more just let me know i have so many and i love yapping about fics i like lol. ALSO if you have any papyrus x reader recs any au please drop them in the comments or message them to me i am a huge sans simp but i feel like its finally time to give paps some attention

ALSO ALSO not fanfiction but fanfiction esque Darkpetal16 is working on some undertale au interactive fiction with romance involved in most of them, they even have a few finished! For anyone who doesnt know what Interactive Fiction is it's basically a text based game and i find them pretty neat. The ones that are finished are Siren Call, Underswap, Underfell, and Dusttale!

[i-love-your-light]

too many thoughts on the new hbomberguy video not to put them anywhere so:

with every app trying to turn into the clock app these days by feeding you endless short form content, *how many* pieces of misinformation does the average person consume day to day?? thinking a lot about how tons of people on social media go largely unquestioned about the information they provide just because they speak confidently into the camera. if you're scrolling through hundreds of pieces of content a day, how many are you realistically going to have the time and will to check? i think there's an unfortunate subconscious bias in liberal and leftist spaces that misinformation is something that is done only by the right, but it's a bipartisan issue babey. everybody's got their own agendas, even if they're on "your side". *insert you are not immune to propaganda garfield meme*

and speaking of fact checking, can't help but think about how much the current state of search engines Sucks So Bad right now. not that this excuses ANY of the misinformation at all, but i think it provides further context as to why these things become so prevalent in creators who become quick-turnaround-content-farms and cut corners when it comes to researching. when i was in high school and learning how to research and cite sources, google was a whole different landscape that was relatively easy to navigate. nowadays a search might give you an ad, a fake news article, somebody's random blog, a quora question, and another ad before actually giving you a relevant verifiable source. i was googling a question about 1920s technology the other day (for a fanfiction im writing lmao) and the VERY FIRST RESULT google gave me was some random fifth grader's school assignment on the topic???? like?????? WHAT????? it just makes it even harder for people to fact-check misinformation too.

going off the point of cutting corners when it comes to creating content, i can't help but think about capitalism's looming influence over all of this too. again, not as an excuse at all but just as further environmental context (because i really believe the takeaway shouldn't be "wow look how bad this one individual guy is" but rather "wow this is one specific example of a much larger systemic issue that is more pervasive than we realize"). a natural consequence of the inhumanity of capitalism is that people feel as if they have to step on or over eachother to get to 'the top'. if everybody is on this individualistic american dream race to success, everyone else around you just looks like collateral. of course then you're going to take shortcuts, and you're going to swindle labor and intellectual property from others, because your primary motivation is accruing capital (financial or social) over ethics or actual labor.

i've been thinking about this in relation to AI as well, and the notion that some people want to Be Artists without Doing Art. they want to Have Done Art but not labor through the process. to present something shiny to the world and benefit off of it. they don't want to go through the actual process of creating, they just want a product. Easy money. Winning the game of capitalism.

i can't even fully fault this mentality- as someone who has been struggling making barely minimum wage from art in one of the most expensive cities in america for the past two years, i can't say that i haven't been tempted on really difficult occasions to act in ways that would be morally bad but would give me a reprieve from the constant stress cycle of "how am i going to pay for my own survival for another month". the difference is i don't give in to those impulses.

tl;dr i hope that people realize that instead of this just being a time to dogpile on one guy (or a few people), that it's actually about a larger systemic problem, and the perfect breeding grounds society has created for this kind of behavior to largely go unchecked!!!

[sturniolotrip-samandcolby-lover]

Chris sturniolo fanfiction -first time

Smut 18+ no minors beyond this point thanks .

Word count 2k

Summary -you stay with the triplets as the house is infected with COVID ,while you spend all day every day with your boyfriend and important event happens .

Warnings - smut , mentions of COVID, honest first time experience, mentions of blood,oral sex female recieving, penetrative sex chris X reader.small age gap (20 and reader being 22)

No y/n

Not proof read

If I've misses anything please let me know

Well my trip to see my boyfriend and his brothers didn't go the way we expected .Nick , Chris and Matt went to do their weekly car video and poor nick coughing like no tomorrow I stayed at their house catching up on sleep .I was woken up when they returned at 2:30 am hearing nick telling his younger brothers how bad his throat feels .I hear Chris suggest "why don't you do a COVID test , you know just incase ?" I heard nick snigger with him believing that he couldn't possibly have COVID .

5 minutes later all I heard for a chorus of the 3 of them all saying shit , I jumped to the conclusion that nick had received a positive result ....I knew then that Chris and I would be spending alot of time alone all of a sudden .I was brought of of my sleep daze when my perfect boyfriend walked into the room with a COVID test in his hand , he was surprised to see I was already sat up in bed awaiting for him .

" Bad news nicks got COVID , Matt has tested negative and so have I but we're all going to stay in our rooms to stop it spreading , I'm gonna need you to take a test too .Even if it's positive you can stay with me baby " he said the last part so sweetly knowing i have a fear of sick and illness.

I do the test finishing it with a sneeze as Chris gets ready for bed .We wait 3 minutes to see that I'm negative too , Chris sends a quick message to his brothers telling him the news .

We both settle down in the covers while we put on a film , Chris lets me pick it this time knowing that I will most likely fall asleep early into it meaning he can change it over shortly.I pick the film 'after' , we're half way through the film and as the characters finish at the wedding they return home and begin to have sex with it being the girls first time and the guy having experience .I shift uncomfortably as I imagine myself and Chris being in the same situation with me still being a virgin and Chris having experience.I was very open with him about this when we started dating , he has always been understanding about it and never rushed me .

Chris notices my sudden shift as I press my thighs together, I then start yawning more frequently my sudden awakening earlier now catching up to me ."shall we go sleep now love" I hear Chris whisper to me assuming that his brothers was asleep already ."ye-" I begin to respond yes when I'm cut out by yet another yawn .He laughs at this and begins pulling me into him so I can lay my head on his chest as he aims to hold me until i fall asleep .

We're silent for 5 minutes,I can't get the picture of Chris and I being in the position of the characters out of my head .I assume Chris has fell asleep as I'm caught up in my own thoughts to notice how his soft snores haven't started yet.

"Baby I noticed earlier when the film was on how you was when the sex scene came on, what's on your mind?" His soft voice brought me out of my train of thought.I frozen trying to think quickly of what to say feeling all of a sudden very embarrassed at his mention.I stay silent "it's nothing to be embarrassed about babe just tell me and we can talk it through and see what can be done " he says comfortingly.

I take a deep breath and a quick pause "okay ...well it's been playing on my mind recently ..." He hums in response, I pause again "just say it baby " he whispers as he stroke my hair trying his best to comfort me ."I've been thinking about us having sex , im ready i swear im just scared" i waffle onto him .

He pauses for a second " why didn't you tell me love,we can do it whenever you're ready , I'm going to be honest it's not going to be like the films it could be painful, there could be blood .I've looked it up but it'll be okay baby , I'll make it as comfortable as possible for you baby I swear I'll take care of you "

As each words fall out of his mouth I couldn't fall more in love with him , I have no response to him i just lean up and give him a passionately kiss ."i love you " i whisper to him , he responds with a simple "i love you too " he looks so beautiful as his skin is lightened up by his red led strip lights around his bed .

I decided in that moment that I wanted to be with him , connected to him in anyway I can .I show him this with yet another passionate kiss , "are you sure you want this baby?" He asks concern in his eye."I'm 1000% sure I want to be with you in every way right now " I respond.He shifts from under me leaving with a quick kiss and he goes to the bathroom, he returns with a towel and some little tea lights that he had already lit and had placed on either side of the bed as he lays the towel in the middle of the bed over the sheet and he returns back to the bed I move onto the towel allowing space for Chris to get back on the bed , he kisses me with more passionate as he moves on top of me I naturally open my legs so that they can rest on his hips and he can lay between my legs .

The kissing continues with more passion as I grab at his shirt , he takes my hint and takes it off he quickly returns a quick kiss to my lips .His finger tips brush slightly against my waist just in my shirt ." Take it off ... please" I whisper against his lips .He pulls back and takes my oversized shirt off , I'm left in just my underwear feeling exposed I quickly reach to cover my chest but I'm stopped by Chris's fingers drawing shapes on my hands "don't do that baby , you're beautiful"

He says admiring me .

I remove my hands as he kisses down my neck , he looks up at me quickly " just say the word girly and I'll stop"I nod my head quickly in anticipation on waiting for what is about to happen I've thought about it so much but to actually be in it now feels surreal.

He leaves sweet kissed down my neck and to my breasts , the kisses so light they tickle against my skin .He reaches my nipple and takes it in his mouth as soon as he has it I'm over taken by pleasure I never thought was possible.With his hand massaging my other breast he continues to swap between each breast and nipple .

His free hand subconsciously finds it's way to the hem line of my underwear he feels me tense up lightly surprised by the roughness of his fingers .

"Sorry" he replies quickly , I shake my head ."take them off please" I say to him , he looks me in the eyes looking for a change of my mind .He removes them so quickly and throws them to the floor he looks down "so beautiful" he whispers to himself I blush at his comment.

He starts to kiss down my stomach going over my stomach and kissing my hip bones .I already know that the site of him I'm soaked and by the smile on his face , he knows too .

"Can I " he asks I nod my head in response " I need to hear you use your words princess" he says against my hips."yes" I respond blushing at his new nickname for me .As soon as the word falls out of mouth his mouth is wrapped around my bud and when his mouth isn't sucking on my sensitive nub , his tongue is running up and down my slit collecting any wetness my body has created .Im a moaning mess and glad to know that his brothers bedrooms are on a different level.

After endless minutes of pleasure purely by Chris's mouth he looks at me "I'm gonna use my finger , is that okay baby" he asks I return a breathy "yes" in response.Again as soon as the word falls out of my my his pushes one of his slender fingers into my heat , he continues thrusting his digit into me and the slight uncomfortable feeling is overwhelmed by the immense pleasure I feel building in my stomach and his tongue works just as fast in my clothes as his finger is with my heat .

I pull his hair and feel him moan against my heat cause my orgasm to rip through my body I'm a moaning , shaking mess and Chris continues to ride me through my orgasm .I open my eyes to see him hovering over me ,his lips wet with what's left over of my orgasm.

I noticed the tent that's in his boxers nerves and excitement ripping through my body just like the orgasm beforehand .I reach down to pull them down and his size springs up and slaps him on his stomach ."are you ready baby you can still say no" he says concern evident in his voice ."yes im ready" I whisper with a kiss he quickly leans over to open a condom wrapper .The more I look at his member the bigger it seems to grow by the second , he rolls it down his cock and lines it up with my entrance .With one look again to ask consent i nod my head and rest my hands on his broad shoulders .

As soon as he pushes in the instance stretch and pain shoots through me , my grip tightens on his shoulders and my eyes closed with my face contorting in pain ."breathe through it baby just breathe" he kisses my lips so sweetly until I nod to him so he can move , he starting thrusting in and out of me as the pain quickly becomes pleasure im moaning into Chris's mouth and he does the same to me .In minutes he's thrusting into me at a inhumane speed , he quickly rubs circles on my clit .His lips so close to mine he moans "cum for me baby , on 3 we cum together" he suggest to me , I nod my head .

"1.......2........3" he whispers and we're both moaning messes and I fell myself come undone yet again around his cock and I feel him filling up the condom inside of me .We both open our eyes , still connected and he kisses me as he pulls out leaving me wincing at the slight pain it causes.

We spend minutes naked , catching our breath in comfortable silence ."we should go and cleaned up baby" he breaks the silence as he takes the condom off and places it in the bin .

He picks me up bridal style , both naked and carries me to his bathroom.He leaves me to go toilet and the instant burn is beyond uncomfortable, he returns back with a pair of his jogging bottoms and a sports bra of mine , he brings me fresh underwear and pulls out a sanitary pad .

He hands it to me getting down to my eye level " how you feeling baby" he asks "sore I say but so happy , what's that for" I ask nodding to the pad ." You bleed abit babe" he says with sorry in his eyes .I go red in embarrassment " it's perfectly normal baby just pop this on and we can go cuddle and sleep " I obliged and once I'm done he carries me again bridal style back to bed .

We get comfy again "I'm so proud of you baby , I love you so much" he whispers to me as I drift to sleep in his hair .

This took forever guys but I hope you like it , please like comment and follow if you can

Xoxo hj

[kittynugg]

haha yeah that's just average tumblr user exaggeration we do it all the ti-

*lacrimosa plays like the part where the meme is*

you werent kidding.

YOU WERENT KIDDING

okay so i've learned not to underestimate you leene ( @empressofsamoyeds )

lot of answers under the cut HHAQHKH

this is a fun one! okay so back in my glory days before the horrors (11-13 years old) i used to.. not know ao3 existed! i'd get my reading in on fanfiction.net reading exclusively the detroit: become human works of waywardwonder (also on ao3). this person was/is incredibly talented and writes novel-length fics so if you like dbh you'll probably like them because i FUCKING loved this person.

this person's works were incredibly inspiring to me, i wanted to write dbh fics of my own which i never ended up doing beside a draft i wrote directly on ao3 and gave up on and deleted because i didnt know what rich text OR html was

my NEXT shot at fanfiction i believe i wrote in either microsoft word or on grammarly when i was thirteen, i asked my like 16 year old friend at the time to beta read and they said it looked like something they'd write in middle school and regret in highschool and they were right

sooooooooooo i gave up again

then came a certain show by a certain zoophile who i had no fucking idea about at the time btw that was uh. a shocker. but i. had. HEADCANONS. al*stor was my SON. i gave him a backstory, a cute nickname, a wip i didnt finish..

and then i stopped caring about hazbin hotel because BAM INVADER ZIM BABY LOOK AT THAT LITTLE GUY GO LOOK AT THAT CHILD TRY TO DISSECT HIM i wrote SO MUCH and it was ALL uh

IT WAS ALL TERRIBLE

but this time i didnt give up! my friends encouraged and uplifted me and i discovered looking up "writing tips" on pinterest and i just kept getting better and now i regret writing that dbh fic.

okay so woefully the emoji does not work BUUUUUT I HAVE THE POWER OF THE INTERNET

roller skate

roller skate?

alright whatever. this is for the next chapter of a little dilemma which you should totally read guys. 👧👦🎠🖐👆 its pretty poorly done not very descriptive (THE EMOJIS NOT THE FIC I SWEAR!!) but im a dumb idiot sorry

why is that a roller ska-

OOH!! IOPIOH OOOH!

okay so this first one is a camp camp fic, in which david adopts max because that is the standard for camp camp fics, it's called Love Like You and it is my ALL-TIME FAVORITE. I LOVE IT

this right here, Can't Sleep (And it's Not Because I'm Touch-Starved) almost ties it despite being a oneshot. this is just a fic of ford being in denial about wanting to cuddle its beautiful its my comfort fic. in fact thats my all-time favorite oneshot and love like you is my all-time favorite multi-chapter

and finally, Oh, brother, we go deeper than the ink beneath the skin. it is a series of sickfics that isnt complete yet and you should pleaaseeee read it? please? i love it its stan and ford-centric and its so cute

i usually dont have any but rn i haveeeeeeeeeee seven, two were from roblox and the other five were from ao3

uhhh hmmm

i used to LOVE hello kitty when i was younger, i was a girl when i was younger if that explains it. i've had this old beat up greyed plushie of her for over ten years now i think? she is in my shelf of things that make me happy and when i finally get my gf shit its going to join her

PURELY writer's block. i belieeeeve the source is boredom or understimulation but i've found that when i just dont work on what i should be working on and start a whole new fic instead i can write like over 1,000 words in one day EASILY but otherwise i struggle to write over 500

okay so i do not ship, this is not even a pairing because stan and ford are canonically brothers but here is my headcanon

in ohbrotherwegodeeperthantheinkbeneaththeskin (goddamn its a long name its linked above) ford is mentioned to have a lamb plushie, and i played cult of the lamb with my brother as the goat so i hc that stan and ford had matching lamb and goat plushies as kids. stan lost his somewhere in the house and ford brought his with him to college, it sat in a box until after the show's events when stan revealed to their mother that "..hey ma.. it might seem crazy what im bout to say" and tells her about ford and both her favorite sons are alive and blah blah

and she HURRIES over to visit them and brings stan's old goat plushie she found somewhere ages ago and kept in good condition as something to remember her baby by

so the twins and their childhood plushies were reunited, and ford named them lambert and goatfrey after some lame shit (my headcanon names for the lamb and goat in cotl 🥺)

here's some art i did and sent to someone on anon so if you've seen this before you probably have but im not stealing it hffhuk dont hurt me

they cherish them

...

*cough*

*cricket sound effe-

no no alright three good things -my birthday is in ten days -i found out which store sells the teabags i used to drink in america (black tea obv hifuhukfh THEY BARELY SELL IT HERE) and im currently drinking iced tea -starting to believe that people actually like my writing

i do not use my notes app i used you as my notes app last night to remind myself to think of ideas for stan and mabel bonding (btw i failed) but the latest thing in my stupid opera flow thing wont let me open flow okay thanks opera. im sure its something about stan and ford

i believe ice machines is up there, also how much water could fill an adult's lungs. i dont thik it was for water i think i was just trying not to get put on any lists

if you feel like having a freakout or reaching for a bad coping mechanism, draw something instead! this has saved me from relapsing multiple times

i dont particularly have a dream-fic but i'd like rubyflakes to write more about stan and ford platonically cuddling

my solution is to get inspired by something else and forget about the first thing and make insane progress on the second thing in one day and feel like you did nothing despite all you did with the second thing because you didnt work on the first thing. it works wonders on the second thing

fucking spiders georg man that man is crazy

i get fucking giddy at any comments but the two types that make me the happiest are specific compliments on parts that they liked (leene i love you/p) or "UHFUHVKFVKHU I LOVED THIS SO MUCH IRHFKHFHJFVJF" (my type of comment that is how i comment)

bill bILL THAT FUCKING--

okay so when he's not being shipped with ford he's an objectively good character. i hate him a lot. -they do a good job at making a *cough* irredeemable villain. genuinely the shit bill does is wholly unforgivable. i do not give a fuck what happened to him i have no sympathy -hes silly!! okay so i do despise him but he is FUNNY at times, gotta give him credit where credit's due -he's rotting in therapy and i hope he stays there 😊😊

..ford

no not really

what the fuck who are you

i hve been scratching my neck like a crackhead waiting to open the birthday gift my friend sent me for five days now. ten more days

i hope that answers your question

you bastard making me work on MY writing/j

okay ehre you are its fir a little dilemma its 100 words they're playing on a see-saw :>

“I knew I could count on you!” Mabel chirped, grinning from ear to ear. She took Ford’s still frustratingly-tiny hand and pulled him toward the see-saw. 

Naturally, Ford climbed on like he had the first time, and gripped the railing tightly with one hand as he pushed off the ground and was lifted into the air. Such a simple action.. and yet it was more fun than he had on a daily basis as an adult. Even the second time! It just didn’t get old! “Whoo!” He cheered, reaching a hand toward the sky that cast a long shadow against the ground.

my brother's username was ___nugg idk if he wants me to share it but i like kitties so i went kittynugg. i hate it so much

this fucking idiot

he stinks

okay so i CANT ATTACH ANHY MORE IMAGES so im gonna continue in another post (future connor here, here's part two!)

[my-castles-crumbling]

I AM SO SORRY FOR BOTHERING YOU WITH THIS, I JUST DIDNT HAVE ANYONE ELSE, LITERALLY NO ONE TO ASK ABOUT THIS IF YOU DONT WANNA REPLY THAT'S ALRIGHT TOO, AGAIN I AM SO SORRY FOR BOTHERING YOU WITH THIS

How do I really really really make sure I love her?

Cause I've been a tomboy all my childhood and maybe I just have eyes and appreciate beauty?

Maybe we have gone so far in this almost-a-relationship-but-not-because-of-religion, that I think I really love her?

Or did I really fall for her over the time we've talked and held hands in class or when she had her hand on my thigh, all secretly ofcourse.

Or is it just because we are both 14 year olds, who have been to a girls school all our life, we flirted and messaged each other all night, cause of hormones?

Or did I just love her a lot because marauders and other fanfictions have taught me how to love and I did what they taught me ?

A couple months back I had questions whether I really loved her, and that if we were actually allowed to date we would only probably last a year before breaking up.

But then I ignored those doubts cause I really didn't wanna stop whatever we had.

And then I just simped (like really really hard simping) for her more and more and more and she flirted back sometimes but mostly not (especially as of recently) cause she ALWAYS has been the best at controlling herself more than me.

Yesterday we were having talks about like lessening my simping issues and remembering that we are friends before yesn'ts (it's a term we use after I asked her if she was my gf and she said yesn't)(AND I ALWAYS FORGET THAT WE CAN NEVER EVER BE GFS AND HAVE TO BE YESN'TS FOR NOW AND EVENTUALLY JUST FRIENDS AGAIN)

And in the conversation I slipped in that I loved her 90% (I meant true true true love, no doubts, not just hormones and I believe it but I'm still not sure so that's why I am asking you)

And later in the conversation I asked her how much in percentage she loved me and she had to be fully honest.

This is her message copy pasted

it's 78% lust I believe, just because we both know what goes down in make-out and what nit makes it very endearing

Then 22% is seeing you as a silly girlfriend

Someone I'd come home to, someone who would make my days surely alot more lively, a kind, sweet soul. A creative madman mastermimd

She didn't mean the silly, she meant lovely, beuatifull kind gf

But I didn't think she understood my question so after some talking she said

57% is like you guys might work out for a year or a bit more but things are only gonna go downhill from there

My first thought was, this is what I used to think, my 2nd thought was, WOULDN'T MY 90% BE ENOUGH FOR BOTH OF US?? Of course I didn't say this cause it didn't really fit the mood of the conversation and I knew I needed a reason to stop this and just be only friends cause we had to do that at one point.

She HAS ALWAYS SAID I WILL LOOK BACK WHEN IM OLDER AND CRINGE OR BE EMBARRASSED OR REGRET ACTING THIS DOWN BAD FOR HER

Which I very much disagree with.

So, how do I make sure I really really love her, without asking her anything?

I have gotten goosebumps from looking at pics she has sent or some of our messages (that could be just hormones) , before, I had been going through a slight 'depressive' week where I just had been down for the week and crying and talking with her (through snap) helped A LOT LIKE A LOT and I was all better (I think I would have talked with her if we weren't yesn'ts too)

Okay so. Wow.

You both are waaaay overthinking this which is funny because normally teenagers way underthink, so I guess it's good in one sense.

So I need you to think about two questions:

If nothing was to affect your decision (no outside forces, nobody else's emotions, nothing) what do you want with her? Because I can't decide that, you have to figure that out. I'm not asking you how you feel, I'm asking what you WANT.

Is it safe/feasible to tell her that's what you want? (I know you mentioned religion, hinted at some people not being very accepting. Is this a danger? Are your fears legitimate or are you making up scenarios in your head that only might play out?)

Just...what do you want, is it safe to see if she wants the same? You don't need to know exactly what your feelings are or if you'll get married in ten years. You DO need to know what you want, what she wants, and if it's safe (both emotionally and physically) to seek those things out.

Wishing you luck!

[sweatywagonmakercroissant]

Silly Game Time: It's almost 2025. So what was you personal "Story of 2024"?

It could be a novel, film, show, or game. It can be one you experienced for the first time in 2024 (even if it was from an earlier year), or it can be one that you'd experienced before this year, but that you really likes or that typified the vibe of 2024 for you.

Oh my god,,

This is a really hard question because my hyperfixations change and go or appear at least every three weeks, so it's hard to track down which one is the one that had the most influence on me (below cut is all my rambling and yapping about fandoms i've liked, just know i love the maggotdom they're cool)

I'm gonna assume this is a jugement free zone, cause if it's not i'm fucked and need to delete my identity, going off my ao3 history, the category i read the most (going off how many pages do i have to skip to get to another fandom), i read, i think, an absurd number of Poolverine (wolverine/deadpool) fanfiction. Now am I happy with that ? ....

No ! I Am Ashamed.

I think next up would be House MD which... i mean yeah but i'm still uncomfortable, also i watched 5 seasons in two weeks and just thinking about it makes me a little ill

For context, i also cannot remember shit from this year, so any fandom i've been in is part of that memory black hole

I'm now gonna list some cool media i have enjoyed this year, and by that you should read it as : the ones i remember and have been reminded to me through ao3 history

- Dungeon meshi (delicious in dungeon), i like food

- Hades 1, i enjoy hot guys and women with weapons (haven't played the second, probably should at some point)

- Mouthwashing (oouuuaarrueeeggghhh), played it recently, very cool game, i need to sit down and maybe have an apple juice, also i don't really like horror games this one was good though (anya we love you)

- Hannibal the show ! I haven't watched it like at all i just like uh dubious romantic violence apparently (acab)

- Arcane ! Haven't finished it, love that one twink and the sad wet cat

-Interview With the Vampire the tv show ! Once again, dubious romantic violence but also vampires and canonical queer characters (madeleine and claudia iykyk ;-;) (armand consumed me momentarily at some point)

-The house in the cerulean sea (WOOOHOOOOO NEW BOOK DROPPING ????)

-SHERLOCK ???? Can't believe i got into this tumblr ass fandom, i was obsessed with them

- Dead Boy Detectives, the tv adaptation

If i had to choose one i'd say Interview With the Vampire was not only my preferred one but also the most influencial one for me of 2024, i had been waiting for a while to see it and i loved every minute of it, so my Story of the Year is Interview With The Vampire. The second place goes to Sherlock (goddammit).

Also, as a non official official story of the year would be Good omens, technically watched it in 2023 but it had a lot of influence on my 2024, because i joined the sub-fandom of the maggots (around february or something), led by mascot Asmi, or @weirdly-specific-but-ok . I met some cool people and it was a place of happiness and safety for me when i wasn't doing so good. Shout out to my mutual @friday-im-in-love-with-crowley and those who i'm afraid to tag who are also maggots (sadly, i'm anxious, but also it'd be rude), i love y'all dearly and though i don't know most of y'all, i appreciate your existence.

So yeah as usual wayyy to much rambling, i'm sorry silly game time runner

Tl;dr : it's interview with the vampire, but also i love asmi's fandom

[feastingonfanfiction]

Waiting on the red string of fate

Alt route ending 2 [chapter 3c]

Tanya Denali x fem!reader

Chapter 3c: Sprouting roots, into hearts, arguments, and it's all torn apart

Summary: You have to just let all this bottled up pain out, but some things take a turn for the worst

IMPORTANT NOTE:ending 3C is essentially just an alt ending to the events in 3B, so I started it at the point where Tanya learns that she is infact the cause of the hanahaki, Read 3B (probably the happiest ending) before 3C(the alt angst route) I guess or not(i cant control what you read), but it won't make much sense at the start off point.

A/N: Welcome back. If you've read the other servings of this particular fanfiction i write, this one will be sort of shorter considering I started at a midpoint within 3b. Am I fully satisfied with the end? Nope! But dwelling on it too much will just tear me apart

Anyways, here is your serving of sad.

Bon Appétit and Happy readings!

Check out other parts on the:

Masterlist menu

Or

Part 3b (the actual happy ending)

WARNINGS: THIS IS NOT A HAPPY ENDING, I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A HAPPY ENDING. The usual warnings hanahaki has its own set of warnings(choking on flowers petals, blood etc) character death is here, maybe some gruesome, not quite gorey but not pleasant descriptions

She? Was the cause of your hanahaki? Tanya didn't want to believe it. She was the cause of your pain...

You have to understand she loves you

And she's not saying that just because she knows hanahaki goes away with reciprocated love.

Her face shows hurt to think you could think that. She moves to declare that she does, in fact, love you

But all you can do is laugh at that, not even looking at her, "You love me? You love me?" A chuckle escapes

"Oh, that's rich coming from you, but ok, say I entertain the idea that you actually have feelings for me? What do you expect from me? Hmm? Cause you've already shattered my rose tinted glasses on the idea of love even before we met and I dont know if I can ever really believe you" you say at the absurd idea of giving your heart away fully, believing now that it'll be torn apart if given.

"And - and what about the guy you were with, what about him? What was he to you?"

"He meant nothing to me, he means nothing to me, even now, I-" she tries to say, but you cut her off

"I SAW YOU, I WAS THERE! IT DIDN'T LOOK LIKE NOTHING AND..."

you try to scream, it came out more hoarse than you intended. Part of you just wanted all of this to go away, the other part could feel the waves of sorrow and sensations of betrayal flaring up from the memory of the first time you saw her, your head was spinning as your emotions took over, some parts irrational jealousy some parts despair. The hurt in your chest felt like a jab of pain that you assume was just your emotions.

"...and I can't trust your words." it comes out as a mere whisper, but Tanya heard it, and she could feel her unbeating heartbreaking at it...

"So what was he? If he meant "nothing" to you, does that mean I'll mean nothing to you, too? Heck, you could still be lying to me -"

"BUT IM NOT," she tries to defend herself. She's not lying, but you clearly don't trust her, and she's not sure what she can say to fix this.

"And how do I know that, for all I know you could still be with him" "but-" "NO LET ME SAY WHAT I HAVE TO SAY" you yell at her interruption, rage was building as you gave in to you emotions.

Tanya silences at that thinking maybe you just need to let it all out.

"Am I just a rebound to you? Or some kind of conquest? Heck, you're probably here just to play with my emotions....get to know me, make me love you only to turn around and stomp on my heart again"

"NO! Please listen I-" she intejects abruptly there's no way she can let you think that but you won't have it.

"I don't have to listen to ANYTHING you have to say! I don't even know you! I don't get why you even came here! You don't have to pretend to want to be here, I know your game, so just give up and just leave me alone!"

Tanya tries to figure out what she can say to make you know she's not like that, she does want you, but in her state of contemplation of what to say she misses out on what sounds like some-thing growing inside you and what sounds like something breaking.

Your chest was hurting, like there was something digging into your sternum.

Your head spinning as you gripped your chest as then you feel a jab of pain in your heart. You panic, scared of what it could be, maybe it was just another coughing fit coming along, if it was you didn't want her here to pity...or mock you.

"Just- just get out, leave me alone... you did it for all of my life. I don't see why you should be around for what's left of it," you say weakly.

Those words definitely hurt. Tanya doesn't know what to say besides wanting to just say no, she can't find the words that'll plead her case to you, but then you rush past her not giving her the chance as you stumble quickly into a room and slamming the door shut, locking it.

She turns to look at where you went, hesitant to follow, but deciding to follow and stand outside, she can hear your accelerated heartbeat....the conversation must've added a lot of stress...

You feel flowers growing again when you decided you had to get to the bathroom, your heartbeat way too fast. You didn't know the hanahaki was getting so much worse throughout that conversation...

You didn't know something had happened inside you, how would you have known? you couldn't see inside yourself. You wouldn't have known the roots of the hanahaki had taken a detour going just slightly left. Some had wrapped around your lungs, but where these roots were headed? They had pierced and dug into your sternum and ribs and then slowly found their way to wrap around your heart, squeezing it. Crushing it.

All you could feel in your chest was pain. The edges of your vision was blurring as you tried to get yourself to throw up to stop the pain. Your heart hurt, everything hut as you tried and choked on petals, blood pooling in your mouth,then finally the darkness calls for you as all of it stops as it takes you.

Tanya can't help but fight against breaking down the door versus giving you space. She can't help but worry at your alarming heart rate. Your coughing and breathing is also getting worse, but what makes her want to break off the handle and bust open the door is the sound of something that sounds like breaking and something growing that sounds like it's piercing flesh.

She fights it until something happens, and she suddenly can't take it anymore as she breaks down the door.

What finally made her snap was the fact that everything suddenly stopped, your heart beat, the coughing, everything, and then a thump on the other side.

So here Tanya was, covered in woodchips in a broken doorway to a bathroom. The lighting dim as she sees you there having fallen curled up on your side on the floor littered with bloody petals. Panic grips her as she sees the blood leaking from your mouth and the small pool of blood collecting underneath you. She lifts you into her arms. Your eyes were barely open, but what essence of spirit that lived within those eyes were gone.

Tanya was full-on panicking now. You couldn't die, not now, not before she could clear up this whole misunderstanding. Your body was still warm, but your heart had stopped. Maybe it wasn't too late she hoped as she pulled you close, whispering an apology, and sunk her teeth into your neck. One side then the other, hoping with enough venom it could bring you back. It's got to, she only just found you, you can't leave her yet, not before she has the chance to know you.

She lifts your body out of the bathroom, hopeful that it'll work and brings you to what she thinks is your room.

She's very concerned at the lack of heartbeat, more fearful that it won't work.

She places you on the bed, very worried at the blood that seeped onto her when she carried you. It was all over her arms. She then notices your chest, where your shirt was covering it was stained crimson with blood seeping and spreading pooling into a larger point.

Fear takes her as she hopes if you do wake up that you don't mind, but she slowly unbuttons your shirt to reveal your chest, and directly where the pooling stain on your chest was, there plant roots were sprouting out.

She didnt know how to react, there the hanahaki roots were digging through you, she looks a little to your left, just the area above where your heart should be and there roots also sprouted outwards like plants breaking through the winter snow but here the routes where sprouting out of your paling skin covered in blood.

What does this mean? Was there so much internal damage that the venom might not take hold? Were you.....she dare not say it, but she had to wonder was it too late? Should she have broken the door down when she had the chance?

She couldn't stop the what ifs, she had to know something. Your heart didn't restart, and you weren't breathing, and the roots were protruding from your skin like worms breaking out of the earth.

She then considers calling Carlisle. Perhaps he can help her? Pulling out her cellphone, she calls, wondering where they might be, and surprisingly, they're not too far a drive from where you are. Explaining the situation, Carlisle was kind enough to lend his assistance to see if there's any possibility that you could be saved.

Tanya gently changes you out of your clothes and into something not bloodstained, wrapping a blanket around you and then picking you up bridal style she then makes for the car, driving off in a rush probably breaking the speed limit, she does not care. She has to know if you'll come back to her.

Arriving at the hospital, Carlisle meets her part way outside, taking you from Tanya's arms they move quickly, wanting this to be done under secrecy.

He does a chest x-ray, whilst Tanya waits for this agony to end.

Eventually placed in an unused room, she waits there holding your hand, hoping she wasn't too late

Carlisle comes back eventually with the results of the chest Xray, placing them up on a box along a wall that lights up the image better. What Tanya sees scares her.

There was your ribcage, your heart, your lungs.

But the roots, the roots, and stems were prominently entwined between the spaces of your ribcage. Your sternum was fractured from the roots digging into multiple places. Your lungs were completely wrapped around by the roots and your heart.....your heart was fully wrapped by the roots in a crushing manner

Squeezed in the middle, as well as areas along your heart that seemed to display what happened to your chest, roots bursting out from your heart....

Carlisle looks over to Tanya with pity, "I'm not certain but with the extent of damage I don't think.....I'm sorry Tanya but I don't think that the venom will be able to save her...."

If Tanya could cry, she would have done so long ago, she wished she could, but all she felt was the vampire venom pooling in her eyes.

Tanya takes you back home after that, back to your home. Placing you on the bed, she stays by your side, uncertain what to do now....you might likely be truly gone....

Part of her wants to hope that she wasn't too late, but the X-ray was some damning evidence. Giving it one last shot, she decides to wait for the supposed day you would've woken up if you are turned, she can't lose hope, she just can't...

Leaving you in your room, she goes about cleaning your slightly dusty home, cleaning up the bathroom, and the door she broke. She basks in the feeling that this home was yours. Eventually, she stumbles across the shoe box, your soulmate letters still inside with the last one you wrote on top.

Going from the state of the letters, she reads through them to learn about who you were, wanting to cry at the type of person she accidentally hurt. She felt a little worse at the letter you wrote about the night you saw her, something clearly broke in you that day. Within the next letter, though, it was like something changed, and you accepted your fate, thinking she would never come find you.

By the final letter, it didn't seem like you hated her. It felt more like you were giving up and accepting the hanahaki...

She felt hopeful at the tone of the letter, hopeful maybe that you would wake up and it'll all be OK. You would wake up, and you two would be able to work through this.

The final day of when you were supposed to awake arrived, and she waited 24 hours

But once that time passed, something in her dimmed, she then waited a little more... you can't be gone, but still as time passed more parts of her hope broke off as part of her broke too, as your beautiful eyes she only looked into the first time a few days before would not open and look at her, and then finally the last embers of hope smothered out.

You were truly gone...

You were gone, and she was left alone deemed by the fates to live this life alone.

[raimipeter-rp]

If someone told you being Peter Parker would be easier than being Spider-Man, somebody lied.

Hi. I'm Peter Parker, but you most likely know that already. I attend Empire State University, and study biochemistry and physics. My best friend's dad was a total psycho- I mean- Mr. Osborn did try to kill me- but when he had the chance, he just...didn't.

Fast forward two years later- I now work under Otto Octavius as his intern. You're probably wondering why, cause, yeah, he tried to kill me too when his inhibator chip fried and he went loco. But- once I pulled him from the pier- he was a totally different guy.

By the way they were looking at me- it seemed they were on a whole different planet. Or whole different universe! Hm, is there-

Nah- multiverse travel is a whole lot of hoopla.

Guess my Parker luck is good luck sometimes!

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MUN:

((Hello! My name is Moon (she/her) I am a beginner role-play blog on here- I really want to try it so here i am! [Theres not alot of raimi peters on here anyway((T_T))]

I dont have any rp experience but i do write fanfictions [have been for about 10 years now ]so i have alot of writing experience!

Main account: @moonlightcrusader

Ao3(my work) - honeysucklesonata

Rules/Boundries:

NSFW dni please, i am not a fan of that genre haha. Other topics including sensative topics (gore, torture, etc i do not like either) im more a fluff, angst, found family & comedy type of gal. Oh- also hurt/comfort

How I write Raimi Peter/Peter 2:

Peter is a socially awkward(reserved) naive, kind, and clever young man. (As for post NWH, hes about maybe 40? I still write him this way, but of course a bit more mature)

When he's spider-man, i love to keep his quips campy as him and keep his childish flare. Peter in the Raimi-verse is overall a stubborn guy, he deflects when someone offers to help him. However, he's not afraid to cry in front of people he trusts)

I am mostly inspired by the novelizations by the way he's characterized- but of course i try to follow the way the movies depict him.

Peter's love interest is Mary Jane Watson- so sorry other peeps! (If you RP as MJ , you can't be a minor, sorry!

I should clarify that too. Mun is 18+!

Anyways- i can rp as Peter whether he's in his early 20s or post NWH (Just clarify because yeah 20 year difference is alot haha)

I'm looking for an Otto Octavius roleplayer out there for now- im such a huge octodad fan, i truly believe after NWH otto went back and became peters mentor... but thats just a headcanon :))

- sorry im still new to this so i will update this masterpost as i go. Big story, i prefer dms- if its a small thread i have my asks open!

Oh! You can also ask peter questions too :)

Oh yeah! I also dont mind peter #1 and 3's out there, peter #2 loves his little brothers from other dimensions :)) thanks!

I think thats it. Yup!

[secretoreimo]

Hello I can't resist the obnoxious urge to blabber about my feelings so long analysis under the cut!? JHSDHJKJS

Okay, so. Indeed, while I understand that the game couldn't keep them blood-related for censorship reasons and such, I do think it killed the impact of them getting together a good bit.

My suspension of disbelief kind of tanked when Kirino asked Kyousuke to be her boyfriend right after he poured his heart out, expressing his insecurities that something might change between them. The game really does treat it like it's not only a non-issue but also a logical step to take, now, and I honestly have the capacity to ignore that for what I'm here for (them interacting, period), but it was definitely jarring.

I will say though, I did like that this began because they sat down to have a genuine talk about it. That felt much more organic and in-character than the nonsense we got in season 2, with the screaming in public and whatnot. And it did a lot more to stress the lengths they've changed since the beginning of the series, letting them sit down and confess to each other nervously. Well, I'd have liked if it were significantly more nervous, personally.

The thing about their relationship is it is inherently fucked up, like. It is at the center of all of their problems. Kirino has a crippling obsession with "imouto eroge" and this stemmed from the fact that, from a VERY young age, she believed herself to be a freak who had improper and disgusting feelings for her older brother, and eroge was something she latched onto as an escape from that reality. Sure, it did end up just being plain her favorite thing, but it came from that place.

I think if there's one thing I'd credit the anime for, it's that she didn't admit to her feelings ever, not until the very end when it was absolutely undeniable that they were reciprocated. She was repressed for so long I truly don't believe there'd be a reality where she'd say it first. Kyousuke has his own daddy issues, but there's something to be said regardless of a guy who is otherwise pretty normal, but finds himself falling in love with his little sister, however estranged. He's pretty fucked up, himself. Although I wish he hadn't screamed it in the center of the street at the top of his lungs in the most soulless loss for his character ever, I think the only way for them to actually move forward in a relationship would be for him to come to terms with it and say something first, however long a process that may or may not be.

I love the scenario the game poses where their relationship starts to take a "maybe I'll invite her out, just the two of us" turn, and she actually agrees instead of being flat out disgusted and disparaging. Sure, the beach was a little random and the game could have picked a better excuse than "idk why im inviting her to the beach it's almost like i got her route in a video game", but like. Idk, I like it when they interact, it feels natural for the most part. The game feels really good when you scoop out those little moments of "we're not siblings actually we're just a boy and a girl and it's natural".

Even just this scene post-confession, if I were to pretend that part had happened a different way, the banter over how they're gonna continue as a couple is pretty cute and in character.

I'm rambling about all of this not like to bitch I just have so many feelings and things I like and don't like and there are parts that I'd mix and match between anime canon and game canon and things... it's kind of fun. All in all I'd say this feels like an extremely well-written (and well-voiced) fanfiction. I'd accept these things in a fanfiction and move on, just as I'm gonna do for the game, but since it's official I get to be a freak on the internet and write paragraphs about it jhfhjsg

I am ultimately of the opinion that them being blood-related is the better story, it says more about their flaws and their personalities, and tbh I'm a sucker for characters who shouldn't be in love falling in love. Especially when they're as lovingly crafted as the characters in oreimo are. This series really is something special, I think, and it's kind of impossible to describe that to someone who hasn't seen it and just knows it for its reputation as "the anime where the brother and sister get married and kiss on the mouth at the end", which I guess is all anyone was gonna get from season 2

I rambled so long that I don't even have time to continue playing past their confession!! Now I have to go to sleep, but continue I shall soon, because... I love them...

[saintsenara]

im not good at deranged but i am curious. so for the ship ask game: jegulus, dramione aaaand snack (snape/sirius)

thank you for the ask, pal!

jegulus

i must be honest... jegulus is not a ship which appeals to me in its current form.

i am canonically a villain enjoyer, and enemies-to-lovers is my religion, which may make me seem like someone with the potential to like jegulus. my issue with the pairing comes from the way that regulus' standard fanon characterisation now seems to be that he is just a little baby who joined a terrorist group by mistake.

that disinclination to confront the unpleasant parts of regulus' personality turns him, in my opinion, into an oc completely divorced from the world of the series. i would infinitely prefer to see jegulus fics which actually dealt with the fact that his objection to voldemort is very heavily implied not to be a damascene conversion that terrorism is wrong, but that he learns that voldemort's intention is to rule in majesty rather than let purebloods take charge.

that's not a good character trait, of course, but it's an interesting one, and would give an edge to the pairing [james is a pureblood, after all, he may have several of the same biases as regulus] that always seems to me to be missing.

my unpopular view among anti-jegulus shippers, though, is that james can be written to be into regulus without making him an oc - although lots of fanon jameses are. part of the fun of fanfiction is taking some guy and making him bang implausible hotties.

and i'm not just saying that because i'm trying to justify a james/voldemort wip...

dramione

i'm not sure i've read any dramione since i was about 11, when my thoughts would just have been KiSsInG, but my immediate response to this is absolutely not while they're at school [draco isn't being flirty and acerbic, he considers her subhuman] but anything goes as adults.

i believe in the possibility of draco's redemption, i believe he could atone for his earlier attitudes, i believe hermione could have the capacity to forgive him, and i believe that there are writers who can make these utterly implausible statements plausible.

snack

an absolutely god tier pairing, can't get enough of it.

i've provided some opinions and headcanons on snack here, and i stand by them.

[destinygoldenstar]

🍀Welcome To My Daily Life🍀 - Total Drama Viewer Reacts to Disventure Camp Season 2 Episode 2 “Open Your Eyes”

I'm back. After... how many days since I reacted to the premiere?

I was preoccupied with a lot of stuff, okay?

I'm just gonna jump right into this.

What are they eating??

Chef isn't here. They don't have to eat that slop.

Is Nina also that bad of a cook-

No cause she made pumpkin bread the last episode-

What. What. WHAT IS THAT.

"Well, it took me a bit. In general I find it hard to fall asleep."

BRUH. SAME. OH MY GOD.

You wanna know how bad my sleeping disorder is?!

I'm getting it checked out so you know. STILL.

"Tell me a little about yourself."

"There is nothing interesting to know about me."

Okay then. 10/10 characterization. She is NOTHING.

"I have a card game that has several questions when you're getting to know someone."

Aw. That's actually sweet.

For a second I thought he just wanted to get in her pants.

"But believe me, at the end of this, we won't be friends."

Im sorry, I can't focus on this so well. THE MUSIC IS BLARING IN THIS SCENE.

I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING AT THE EPIC MUSIC PLAYING IN THIS SOLEMN SCENE XD

"HEYO WHO'S IPOD IS BLASTING IN THE MESS HALL RIGHT NOW?! TURN IT DOWN, I'M TRYING TO TALK TO A GIRL!!!"

"Since I published our photo together, you have gained a thousand followers!"

Pretty sure that's not how that works...

WAIT, I'M SORRY, YOU'RE STALKING THIS GUY'S SOCIAL MEDIA?!

"You're welcome. Its what friends do."

WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT HIM LIKE THAT?! STOP IT.

"Now come here so we can get a photo of a kiss. You'd gain a million! HASHTAG LOOK AT THIS CUTE BOY I FOUND!"

What's his name? *looks back* Aiden?

Aiden, you have my permission TO CALL THE POLICE.

"After all, we are the only guys on our team."

Are you?

Oh yeah you are! Well then.

"Oh and don't forget to finish your breakfast. Hunger can cause sleep deprivation."

Well that's subtle.

So you're gonna starve them to sleep?

"I want to do my best to look like a professional host on camera."

Aren't you an executive? Or did I read that wrong?

"I feel I get a little excited at times, and I end up saying inappropriate things."

GIRL, I FEEL YA.

"One of the reasons I let you stay here is that seeing a poor and pathetic intern so humiliated and worn out every day will help me remember what not to do to others."

Okay then...

"It's just really hard not to be a sociopath, you know?"

"I don't want to lose my humanity just to get some ratings."

You sound A LOT like you've met Chris McLean in your life.

I get it. He's iconic, but he's also a sociopath.

So it's the Awake-A-Thon.

That challenge is EVIL.

I would NEVER win it.

"This challenge has been done before."

*chokes*

WAIT THEY KNOW?!?!?!?! THEY'RE AWARE?!?!?!?!?!?

WAIT, TOTAL DRAMA IS CANON?!?!?!?

I mean, Total Drama fanfiction, but...

IT'S IN THE SAME UNIVERSE AS TOTAL DRAMA?!?!?!?!

I'm only JUST NOW realizing that, TWO SEASONS IN.

I'm a dumbass...

Hang on. Let me get the time cards out...

"Hey girls, what sign are you?"

Ooh, girlie bonding!

I'm not saying mine on the Internet btw. Don't ask.

"I think it's cancer, I'm not really sure..."

You do read me as a cancer.

"Do you believe in that astrology thing?"

"It's not that I believe blindly, it's just that I like the idea of cheering people up. I always read the horoscope and try to embrace the most positive message."

Awwwwwww, I like her. She's an astrology queenie.

"Do you want me to read what the stars say about you?"

"It says... 'you are plagued with bad luck for the rest of your days, better luck next time.' Well... ain't that lovely...😅"

"If the girls are that close, it means that they will vote together."

You have not seen Total Drama. The girlies NEVER vote together.

"How about you try to talk to her about it?"

"Um, WHY ME?!"

"Because if she, say, KILLS YOU, I won't get caught in the crossfire, and better you than me. Tee hee."

"Okay. I'll try that later."

*Gets a Wawa Ad*

XD

I GUESS AIDEN AND KAROL ARE TALKING ABOUT IT BY GETTING WAWA PIZZA.

HEYO, IS THAT ALLOWED?!

That seems like cheating. You got a screen blaring in your eyes.

"All good. Playing Smash Bros."

Very nice. What's your main?

(I'm a Samus main in case you're curious. Basic, I know.)

"I'd let you play if you wanted, but the last time I lent someone my console it ended up breaking."

Oh yeah XD

"I follow your Twitch Channel."

Oh, so she has a gaming career. Gotcha.

"How many consoles did you bring with you?"

"Not enough."

"Not enough" Proceeds to pull out yet ANOTHER Switch.

Girl... you're not normal.

"Greetings partner of the mystical journey called life."

OH GOD I FORGOT ABOUT HOW BAD THIS GUY'S VOICE IS...

(No hate to the VA)

"I felt some pretty erratic vibes coming from you."

Erratic?!

I don't think you'd want to say that to someone. Maybe that's just me.

Where the hell did this crush some from?

They didn't talk ONCE last episode.

*Add that to the Total Drama Crackship List*

That contains of four categories.

Crack Ships.

Toxic Ships.

Other... Decent Ships.

And then Tom and Jake in their own little corner. ❤️ DON'T ASK WHY. THAT'S JUST HOW IT IS.

TOTAL DRAMA IS SHIPPING HELL.

"Kai, the team is gathered on this side. What were you doing with the Orange Team?"

WHO SAID THAT?!

"I hope you're not thinking of betraying our team."

HOW WOULD HE DO THAT?! HOW WOULD THAT BENEFIT HIM AT ALL?

"Betrayal is a pretty negative word."

"You have to be loyal to the team or we will eliminate you!"

Um, EXCUSE ME, ARE YOU HOLDING THE TEAM TOGETHER?!

NO? DIDN'T THINK SO. YOU'RE TOO BUSY BEING AN ASS TO EVERYONE.

"Dude, we can't be eliminated on this plain."

XD

Okay that was good XD

"Don't you DARE talk to me like that!"

About what?

YOU'RE A BRAT.

"Attention everyone! Kai is making alliances with the other team!"

AND NOW YOU'RE GONNA TATTLE ABOUT NOTHING.

Oh my god this guy is WHINY...

Ellie's probably watching this at home, like "Oh wow... I feel like I should apologize to Jake."

"Uh... it's fine with me."

"Don't look at me. I would very much like to be excluded from this narrative."

I love that they don't care.

"Just look at his junkie face! You know he can't be trusted!"

Oh my god...

He sounds like a Twitter user.

When your side of the argument doesn't get through to people as the objective fact that it obviously is, what do you do? THROW INSULTS AND ACCUSATIONS. THAT'LL SHOW THEM.

"If you don't agree with me, you're *CENSORED*"

"No man, I don't do drugs... too much..."

WHAT THE HELL?!

THE FACT THAT YOU DO DRUGS AT ALL.

"And you Yul, stop being so prejudice and whiny! Next time you want to judge someone based on their looks, do yourself a favor and say nothing!"

👏

FACTS

"I wanted to yell at him for talking to me like that, but I couldn't utter the words out of my mouth..."

Yeah I hope you get booted first from this team now.

"It's clear that Yul exaggerates and behaves like a spoiled child, but I don't want to get in trouble with anyone. Being here means a lot to me, and I don't want anything to ruin it."

Fair. I would do the same thing.

"I've never felt so out of place before somewhere."

"In the last few days, I've noticed things I hadn't noticed before."

Dude is really that insecure about his age. I get it.

He and Miriam should be besties.

"I've spent my whole life in India, trying to get my acting career off the ground. Now I'm on the other side of the world, alone in unknown territory. I feel like I'm on another planet."

"How did you do it?"

"Just trying to be myself. Because pretending to be someone else will only make people never know the real you."

Yep. Trust me, I know that.

And yet where I grew up, pretending to be someone other than yourself was 'THE COOL' thing to do, and you get a lot more respect by being someone that isn't yourself.

So sad that's how the world is.

She's interesting. I like her.

And yes, I still stand by my claim that SHE IS GORGEOUS.

Oh wow we've fast forwarded through everything, didn't we?

"I have these cards to get to know a person better."

Oh, he's actually legit about it.

This guy is so bad at socializing, holy gosh... XD

It's kinda sweet though.

ARE YOU MENDING A CROCODILE?!?!?!?!?

EYO, WHAT?!?!?

"You're good at this game."

*Cough* She got three votes last time. *Cough*

"I get along well with animals. We understand each other better."

"Have you been getting along with everyone?"

What do you think?

"I think most people don't get too close because of my character."

Yeah, cause you've been a KAREN the past episode.

"Hey James, it seems that... oh..."

XD

"GODDAMMIT, I LEAVE YOU FOR TWO SECONDS AND YOU BAIL ON ME. SOME FAKE BOYFRIEND."

"How are you guys doing?"

"We're fine."

They're fine XD

"Nah I do these kinds of shifts every day. You know. You guys aren't on your phone at four in the morning?"

"No we don't need a doctor, what are you talking about?"

"I could do this all day."

*Gets an Oreo Ad*

OVER OREOS, BABYYYYYYYYY

"I'm starting to feel my eyes getting really heavy..."

First time?

"Do you like to dance? Let's dance."

WHAT? XD

That's out of nowhere.

"I don't know if I'm gonna make it..."

"DANCE."

We're actually doing this XD

I mean does it work?

No.

He died.

Sure. Why not.

I don't hate either, so go ahead.

"He already has experience enduring sleep. Right Oliver?"

He's dying.

"Yes Mr McLean, bread and water is fine..."

He's hallucinating Total Drama. Oh no.

"I brought you a drink so you can hydrate a little."

It's poison. Bet right now.

"You haven't eaten anything for many hours."

WAIT WHOA WHAT-

HANG ON. YOU'RE STARVING THEM?! HELLO?!?!

Or am I hearing that wrong?

"Good. I'm starving."

No I heard that right.

That's more sick than anything else.

"Did I forget to mention that those juices also have strong sleeping pills?"

AND THERE IT IS. POISON.

Also, you DRUGGED THEM. YOU'RE SICK.

"How dare you drug us without our consent!"

And now I agree with her.

"I went too far?"

"No Miss Crystal. It won't hurt them."

THEY DIE.

THEY DIED.

YOU KILLED THEM.

"I'm between Karol and James. What do you think?"

Yeah. Saw that coming.

"I would vote for James. He always leaves his underwear on the floor."

NO WAY, CAN HE AND HAROLD BE FRIENDS?

"She also wants to eliminate one of the girls."

So we're even. Cool.

"Great. That's all I needed to hear."

I don't like how he said that.

What are you planning?

HEY. HEY DON'T WALK AWAY SUS. GET BACK HERE.

...lady, honestly, you freak me out too.

YOU SHOULD NOT BE AROUND THESE THINGS.

"There's something you need to know."

"What are you doing?!"

I'M WITH HIM. WHAT ARE YOU DOING. YOU HAVE A TIE SET.

"Karol proposed to Aiden to vote for one of you."

OKAY WAIT, WHAT?

So... girls alliance. You caught onto that.

So your plan is to persuade them to boot Karol? Your ONLY shot at evening those numbers???

THAT DOESN'T BENEFIT YOU AT ALL.

"I didn't tell everyone!"

YEAH. WHO IS 'EVERYONE'?

EVERYONE ON THIS TEAM, WHO ONLY JUST NOW HEARD IT FROM JAMES.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!

I mean, I don't care about Karol. But DEAR GOD...

"She cannot be trusted."

"YOU can't be trusted."

Honestly, get James out, Aiden. Do it.

He stalks you, he uses you, he lies to you, and he has NO CONSENT.

Get him out and CALL THE POLICE.

"Would a friend have used me that way?! You could've at least told me what you were going to do!"

EXACTLY.

"Look, I know it looks wrong now, but it was the right thing to do."

NO IT WAS NOT.

"I didn't have to let her down like that."

You DIDN'T. THAT'S THE THING.

"Also, how would it benefit us if Karol is eliminated?"

THANK YOU.

THIS MAN IS SPEAKING STRAIGHT FACTS.

"Right now, Lake, Rosa, and Maggy are together. It's only a matter of time before Karol joins them."

EVEN THEN, YOU'RE OUTNUMBERED.

"We could try to do something together with Karol!"

WORDS OUT OF MY MOUTH.

"You may not understand now, but you'll thank me later."

NO. YOU TELL ME NOW.

I WANT AN EXPLANATION AND I WANT IT NOOOOWWW

Poor Aiden. Seriously.

Apparently you have two brain cells.

JAMES outed you. Not him!

I SUPPORT THIS ONE.

GET THIS STALKING MANIPULATIVE ASSHOLE OUT.

'AIDEN'

'JAMES'

Get em out.

'KAROL'

Yeah. This is predictable.

'KAROL'

Dang. Didn't even need to read all of them.

"I hope you leave soon, Aiden! You are a traitor!"

🙄

I mean... at least you're happy I guess.

That was Episode 2.

I don't get James's plan. I don't. Why are you like this??

And now Aiden is against you? You screwed yourself.

I would pay the "Pick a Best Girl/Best Boy" game again, but uh... most of the boys here, at least so far, are kinda ass.

I support Aiden wanting James out though.

I don't care about Karol, or her weird... habits... but I expected her to be a lot more annoying than she was.

So... yeah. If you guys want me to continue these reactions, be sure to let me know. I'm willing to continue this show.

[joannerowling]

You are correct about fanfiction though. When you are new to the fandom of the fandom is relatively young, It's somewhat possible to produce something fresh. but at this point it so rare to find something really innovative in HP fandom. All novel ideas became a subtropes overtime. Now it just juggling already existing fandom story templates and rearranging them in different manner. That's precisely why i don't read fanfiction anymore. It might have been appealing to teen me, but it became unbearable the more i read, fanfiction and in general. Every time I would pick up some fanfic i would immediately know what sort of fanfiction im going to read from just first few paragraphs of the first chapter. It really brings up the actual uniqueness of JKR's canon. I went back to reread HP some years ago, and after all the fanfiction it was surprisingly good and fresh and funny and insightful. And after all the resentment and fix-it fics I've read, canon wasn't actually as bad as the fandom makes it to be.

It's really funny how all the formerly loyal readers now claim that they can rewrite HP 100500 times better than it's already is. Lmao babes, good luck, can't wait to read you completely new, 5000th in the fandom Dumbledore bashing fic published. Don't believe it would be anything JKR hasn't already thought of and just had more grase and creativity to choose a more interesting option, tho.

Yeah, you've pretty much summed it up. I don't want to diss on fanfic entirely because as i said in the tags of that one post, i think some works are *essentially* a collection of stories written by various authors, of whom many started as fans, which is not too far from what good fanfiction can be.

But HP isn't like that. Like it or not HP's success rides on the writing talent of one person and that's JK Rowling. Taking Jo out of HP makes it completely different. That's not to say that there's no appeal to HP fanfiction (evidently many people manage to do just fine) but it's interesting just how controversial a lot of these popular HP fanfics and fic writers turned out to be, isn't it? Cassandra Clare, that trans guy who wrote the Dumbledore's Army series, now all those kids with the Extended Marauders Universe… Many eventually became hostile to Jo herself. As if they couldn't exist in her shadow, they had to turn against her and divorce themselves from what made HP beloved in the first place in order to stand the comparaison.

[gojuo]

Having to witness Ragged Tarpits and Becky with the Blue Roses fraudulent ass wedding ceremony in fucking DORNE of all places was borderline vomit inducing, but the fact that production got two of the most mid looking actors to play them was most pleasing to me. Ragged especially looked like a foot in Viserys' old, musty unwashed 2 dollar wig. Never getting over it lmaooooooooo.

Anyway, I do not acknowledge any of that shit as canon and D and D better pay for their sins. Inshallah.

IM CRYINGGGGGGG cuz you wanna know why? Bc that RxL wedding bullshit was so obviously D&D dog ass fanfiction because they wrote themselves into a corner by erasing Young Griff from the show, the guy the entire Southern Plotline is going to revolve around in TWOW and ADOS. I mean they literally split his storyline into four and gave it to other characters:

The legitimate heir part and most of the Westerosi lords' support being with Aegon against Dany went to Jon.

The Golden Company + being King of Westeros once Dany arrives and having the people's love and support against her and the final showdown with her went to Cersei.

Varys + Tyrion + JonCon's trauma of the bells went to Dany.

Jorah got JonCon's greyscale.

Jon's arc has never been about being "the rightful hidden heir". Those are the fantasy trope cliches GRRM has always been subverting. It's Aegon that is the legitimate heir, and what you'd expect is for him to save the day and live happily ever after ... but that's not going to happen. The legitimate heir—the true hidden prince—is going to die. Horrifically. And so is the other legitimate Targaryen (Daenerys). But the one that will come out on top is the bastard.

Now, I don't want to make it seem like Jon's character purpose is being a bastard, because that's the wrong conclusion in my opinion. The point and most important aspect to Jon is being Ned Stark's bastard. And then he's going to find out the man he believed to be his father is not his father at all. The issue with this is that people conflate that with legitimacy which is also the wrong conclusion because that's exactly Aegon's plot, not Jon's. The point of R+L=J is the fact that Jon Snow will no longer be Ned Stark's bastard son, which will devastate him.

However ... how-fucking-ever ... D&D decided to forgo this important facet of Jon and did decide to not write the THIRD HEAD OF THE DRAGON into the story but give the part of Aegon's plotline of being the legitimate heir in the books to show!Jon, which left a very big problem: How were they going to justify why there was a legitimacy battle going down between Jon and Dany when Jon can't even be the legitimate heir if his parents are not married? Which they weren't. Because Rhaegar only needed a Visenya for his already-there Rhaenys and Aegon, and as the future king he could just legitimize his own bastards without any trouble. So he did not need to marry Lyanna to have a child with her per se, especially not the Visenya she was supposed to bear him. And I especially do not believe Lyanna was in any way or form in love with him or that she went with him willingly, considering what we know of her.

Besides, when Rhaegar returned from the Tower of Joy after making sure he raped a baby into Lyanna to King's Landing to ride off for the Trident, he said this to Jaime about Elia, Rhaenys and Aegon:

“And the children, them as well,” said Prince Lewyn.

Prince Rhaegar burned with a cold light, now white, now red, now dark. “I left my wife and children in your hands.”

“I never thought he’d hurt them.” Jaime’s sword was burning less brightly now. “I was with the king … ”

ASOS, Jaime VI.

So you see how he still refers to Elia as his wife, meaning no damn annulment took place? He can't even fucking annul a marriage that is fully legal and totally consummated, and prophecy-obsessed Rhaegar 100% would never cast away his two children HE DEEMED TO BE 2/3 HEADS OF HIS THREE-HEADED DRAGON and he sure as fuck did not make Aegon, literally the son he believed to be the PTWP (as seen by Dany's vision in the HOTU), a bastard. D&D just shot themselves in the foot because they gave Young Griff/Aegon's book storyline of being the legitimate heir to Jon and had to make sense of why it would be him to be the legitimate heir when Rhaegar's legal wife was not Lyanna but Elia.

The entire bullshit way RxL went down in the show was just more proof to me that Young Griff is the real Aegon since D&D just had to make Jon a legitimate son. LMFAO.

[weebsinstash]

Consider reading Steel Under Silk and The Ghost's Nocturne. Both are BL manhwa. Both are kinda similar to Painter of the Night (on the pairing being a Huge Strong Guy With Issues and a Massive Dick X Petite Man) and yet completeley different. Both have noncon. Both are available on bato. to! Steel Under Silk is legit so good, I dont even wanna pitch it to you. The ML is *MWHAH* chefs kiss. You just have to read it and see for yourself. The art style on both are TOP TIER.

Man so like I was kind of indulging in this conversation with someone else earlier but, you know how there was like that cultural movement in like the 2000s onward where a lot of young women were uncritically consuming yaoi content and yeah there were definitely a lot of people being homophobic and fetishistic about it (legit I think the whole "yaoi is fine but yuri is gross" that was common for a lot of young girls was just internalized misogyny bc I was one of those kids and now I'm literally a queer person with a gender identity of Girl But Also Who Gives a Fuck) but like at the core of it it was younger folks being completely unbothered by queer media and even seeking it out, and then there was this reverse whiplash of "oh no only gay men can read these, if you read these you are gross/homophobic/racist" and it's like. I literally turned 26 the other week and even sometimes when im in YouTube shorts watching manhwa clips (believe it or not this can actually be a really good way to find more stories, some people make very high quality edits or clip and the algorithm will just eventually feed you manhwa shit nonstop) and whenever a BL story comes up, there's like, a sense of shame in my heart, like I gotta look away? "Like oh, better avoid that, consuming this media with gay men in it surely makes me fetishistic and creepy" and it's like, the queer community has not clawed its way to having some rights for us to pull this kinds inter-group othering like this 🤦‍♀️ im a fucking adult and im going to read these stories where dudes are gonna fuck and it doesn't mean a damn thing besides me wanting to see people getting Freak Nasty

But anyways yeah I will definitely add those to my recommended 👀 I think one thing I've been having to watch out for is that I will see a series and then I'll read the comments and it might be something like "dont read this, its extremely unhappy, the mc suffers constantly and the ending is sad" and its like. Yeah I like dark content but I have to be careful when it comes to stories that are kind of just straight up tragedy porn? Idk. Like. When I write dark content its kind of contained into like a one-shot or a story with a few chapters, it isn't extremely drawn out to the extent ive seen with a lot of manhwa. I had my eyes on "Broken Promise: Married Man" or whatever the fuck its called bwcause it looked like it had some kinky stuff in it and then I look into it a little and almost everyone was saying "oh no dude don't read this unless you have a strong heart, bad shit CONSTANTLY happens, this man SUFFERS"

Idk its just, sometimes it can be hard to find my personal limits with that kind of thing 🥺 I don't think I've ever dropped anything for messing me up or anything but there are times I've read fanfictions and it made me like depressed the whole day 😅 the hunt for good stories constantly continues!

Also. It isn't a BL but ive heard Finding Camelia is good? It's a manhwa about a girl who is forced to live as a boy because she's the only heir to her family or something and she has to go through a journey of self growth and learn to feel good as herself and a girl again? I dunno, i don't know many details about it but ive seen a lot of people recommend it. Honestly I'm trying not to start too many stories at once but like I can't stop, I find a good story, start reading, oh wait it isn't complete, better find a another story, oh wait it isn't complete, wash rinse repeat ykwim