#i don't like how i drew him here agh

[marcelineuntitled]

after winning a practice match

[joyfuladorable]

Fuck it, here's all my favorite Mikey-centric fanfics!!

There's A LOT + personal blurbs, so they're going under the cut (Mostly AO3, but there are some FFN links, too. Also, besides like the first two, there's no favoritism in the order)

2k3:

Pretend That I Never Left by redstringraven(sirimiri) - Complete/Plans for an Epilogue & Sequel!!

Fic that changed my BRAIN?! If my fanart [1 | 2 | 3] for it is any indicator, lol. I'll say for the umpteenth time that if you're looking for an Excellent Mikey fic with Perfect Characterization, this is IT (and you don't need to know ANYTHING about HZD trust me TRUST ME this fic deserves WAY more love) His swift ride-or-die friendship with Aloy will melt your damn heart!

Dragon of the Sun by ForestWhisper3 - Ongoing

My Other TOP favorite Mikey fic!! Again, fanart [1 | 2 | 3] indicator! Slow Burn(ish) Canon Divergence of Mikey unlocking his Mystic Powers as his family looks on in dismay as they struggle to protect him. The Good Shit!!!

Of Darkness And Light by Bayluff - Complete

OOOOOOO THIS ONE! Very good (also drew fanart for it)! Evil creature literally trying to consume Mikey's lifeforce from within as his family scrambles to help

A Chat With The Titan by secreterces5 - Complete

Mikey has a fun one-on-one talk with the supposedly reformed Bishop in Fast Forward. Mikey vaguely threatening Bishop, HEEHEE

A Simple Act Of Kindness by UlisaBarbic - Complete

That feel when you put your worth in what you can DO and the wish to be Acknowledged and the ONE thing you thought you did right was taken away OOGH AGH OOOOGH

Difficulty Breathing by RealityBreakGirl - Complete

Mikey did not come out of Grudge Match unscathed *smile* Truly one of my favorite 03 Mikey prompts to read about (honestly just check the entirety of the Grudge Match tag on AO3 for a fun time)

"A delivery boy! Uh, or turtle." by LollyHolly99 - Complete

Fic that has the distinction of being the first one I ever did fanart for! Gender Feels for Mikey cuz they're just like me FR!!

What Darkness Most Fears by UlisaBarbic - Complete

OOOGH AGH I LOVE THIS ONE!! Mikey has to save his bros from the clutches of an evil spirit while surviving horrifying monsters and battling a wicked fever!

Michelangelo by ForestWhisper3 - Complete

Mikey through the eyes of his family and how much they respect him and know him UwU

Mikey's Jigsaw by SailorSaysAhoy - Complete

Another awesome gender Mikey fic HOOHAA

Train-Wreck of Thought by halogalopaghost - Complete

When you're so talented you learn how to astral project but you start using it for pranks instead of understanding the drawbacks of said power and that bites you majorly in the ass big time (very good my stomach turned while reading this /pos)

A Brother's Bond by SuperKat - Complete

Mikey gets Real Sick and the fam can't help but remember last time one of them got so ill. OH MAN heartstrings WILL be pulled in this one!!

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year by moogsthewriter - Complete

Why can't Mikey ever catch a break during Christmas! A short fic that I enjoy Immensely for Mikey being stubbornly heroic and his family desperately trying to play catch up to help him

Questioning Choices by Mystic Medjai - Complete

Fun day at the beach goes catastrophically bad and the fam has to make difficult decisions to keep Mikey alive. THIS THIS THIS!! If I could pour this into my veins for the perfectly paced plot and characterization...

When It Counts by Kallasilya - Complete

Short fic of Mikey stubbornly and bitterly proving his brothers wrong (+ Don being a good brother)

Favourite Disease by devirnis - Complete

Mikey is forced to save his brothers as his body gradually falls apart from the inside. SO GOOD UGH Mikey being forced to deal with situations on his own always show how far he can Shine!

Nowhere Boy by taizi - Complete

OOOH I dunno how I can summarize this without giving the plot away but just know Mikey pulls through by thinking of his family

To Fit the Crime by T33la - Complete

AHHH AHHHH AHHHHH AHHHHHHHH!! Mikey is accused of Murder and receives his sentence before his brothers can even jump to his defense! Oh the twists and turns of this murder mystery!!

you want to know why i sit and sigh (the night is so young it hurts) by love_killed_the_superstar - Complete

Angel and Mikey bonding over comics and unsupportive brothers So Cute)

imma be real with you (cause i started being real with me) by love_killed_the_superstar - Complete

Leo and Usagi being supportive of Mikey as he struggles to train for the upcoming Battle Nexus fight (and also maybe they flirt with each other a teensy bit)

just a hop, skip, and a jump away by baba_buoy - Complete

Mikey sick fic. Heart melting amounts of comfort UwU

Weak Link by yellowhollyhock - Complete

Sweet fic of Mikey feeling insecure about his place on the team, and Leo going through great lengths to prove him wrong like a good older brother :')

'Cause you are the sun, he is your moon/And though he can't speak, he will thank you soon by naivesilver - Complete

Post-Grudge Match Mikey waking up in the middle of the night bitter and sore and gods damn why's Raph awake, too?

Hunted by DysfunctionalRequest - Complete

Mikey wandering the woods alone in the middle of the night and having a VERY unfortunate encounter with hunters

Flipbook by T33la - Complete

Heartfelt moment between Mikey and Don concerning SAINW that makes me want to smash a cinder block against my head /pos

Dramaturgy by Completely_Unaware - Ongoing

Mind the tags! Mikey deals with a Battle Nexus loss in an unhealthy way (UmU)

The Red Means I Love You (Work) by AnonymousCritter - Ongoing

MIND THE TAGS! AU of Fast Forward. Mikey isn't saved from the traffickers in time and things spiral from there

The So-Called "Champion of the Battle Nexus" by 0ozero0 - Ongoing

Grudge Match canon divergence where Mikey gets hurt a little more seriously than in canon (but still wins)

2012:

Devil took your hand by moogsthewriter & taizi - Complete

Mikey mind controlled by the Shredder moment!! *laughs through my pain and tears and screaming*

walk with open hands by taizi - Complete

Mikey gets his hands on one of Renet's watches and things go topsy turvy from there (and it HURTS ME)

(un)reality by SpectrumWriting - Complete

Mind the Tags! Dimension X AU where Mikey is captured by the Kraang and is put through the wringer in more ways than one (OWIE)

evermore (Dimension X AU) series by coffeejellyenthusiast - Complete?

Mind the Tags! Mikey was in Dimension X for over a year and he's NOT OKAY

Gravitational Collapse series by Writing_In_Denial - Ongoing

MIND THE TAGS!! An Incredible it gets worse before it gets better series of Mikey being unintentionally abandoned by his brothers post-series and dealing with some Major Isolation and OOOGH IT HURTS ME SO MUCH BUT I WILL KEEP READING FOR THE EVENTUAL COMFORT

traveling so far to get there by taizi - Complete

Mikey and Raph getting stuck in an empty, post-apocalyptic world and struggling to survive (their BOND IN THIS IS SO SWEET WEH)

Rise:

nice, nice by postergirlsprank - Complete

Short fic of Casey Sr and Mikey bonding after an unfortunate encounter while on a snack run (Hey if you want more context for how this author writes Casey, go read his fic Imperfect Animals too heehoo)

either way, we're not alone by sinaesthesis - Complete

Mikey throughout the years of the Kraang Apocalypse (Lots of Loss and Hurt and Badassery)

going under by redhairedmuses - Complete

Mikey almost drowns during a fight with a mutant

Hyperactive Hypothermia by VeryAngryGremlin - Complete

After Mikey's winter wear accidentally goes in flames and a villain-enduced avalanche, Donnie struggles to keep his baby brother warm

that’s where the blood’s supposed to be! by Dragon_Scales_and_Fairy_Tales - Complete

With Raph and Leo constantly bickering, Mikey ignores a very serious injury after a fight with Meat Sweats

Clever Little Dino! by VeryAngryGremlin - Complete

Mikey trying to keep a robot pet a secret and suffering the consequences

Vs The World by DysfunctionalRequest - Complete

The aftermath of the Kraang strains the family's bonds, and Mikey feels hopelessly alone (and definitely isn't dealing with his trauma properly)

Empathy Amplified by Filsamek - Complete

When you accidentally use your powers to connect with your brothers' emotions then purposefully use them to ease their pain

Sunshine in the Rain by Carnati0n_bl00m - Complete

Probably the first fic I read after watching the Rise movie cuz I wanted to find something Mikey-centric involving Bishop and BOY does it deliver with the additional bonus of Leatherhead!! (also hey look fanart)

A Mystic Connection by rytheoneandonly - Complete

Mikey's mystic powers manifesting and evolving in ways he could never predict (aka Long Fic of Mikey stumbling to figure out why he wakes up exhausted and hurt every night)

The whole world in your corner series by GibbousLunation - Complete

Two fics of Mikey being Mikey and his bros being protective

Better Check Twice by Marz_Zero - Ongoing

Bishop captures a turtle with a bear trap (OW) and is an absolute bastard about it

Come Home Soon by Sherlock_Brolmes - Ongoing

With his brothers unavailable, Mikey (with the help of a former enemy) uncovers a massive conspiracy involving New York and the Hidden City. I LOVE THIS I LOVE SOLO DUO TEAM-UPS!!!! *PUNCHES THE AIR 13 TIMES*

Mikey's Artistic Guide to Dealing with Trauma and Fame by Origami_Nami - Ongoing

Mikey using graffiti as an outlet and accidentally becoming famous

Rook by unorthodoxx - Ongoing

Another Bishop fic of him outwitting the turtles to abduct one of them (Mikey)

Multi/Other:

Mystic Malfunction by VanillaVengeance - Ongoing

Rise Mikey accidentally portals himself to the 2012 Universe and struggles to survive and avoid this other version of his family (with mixed success). The progression of familial bonds in this is just *Chef's Kiss*

The Gauntlet by T33la - Complete

A mix of IDW & 03, a wonderful showcase of how Donnie and Mikey support each other (also, a cool invention and a big rocket and a terrifying near-death experience are involved)

I Get Knocked Down (But I Get Up Again) by Justalittleobsessed - Ongoing

MIND THE TAGS!!! Set in its own original iteration, Mikey has been immortal for as long as he can remember, and he's used to his occasional deaths (and revivals). But then his brothers find out... (AGH AGH THIS ALSO HURTS MEEEEE BUT OOGH the comfort and hope of the later chapters is so Worth It)

Whumptober 2023 series by Justalittleobsessed - Ongoing?

Collection of Mikey-centric one-shots from different iterations and feeling the HURT (Personal favorites are If Only the World Could Stop Spinning..., Just a Flesh Wound, and Not the Best of Days)

To Know Peace (You Gotta Let Go) by Deadpool1763492 - Ongoing (technically)

The Last Ronin Spoilers!! Mikey survives and whisks the new turtle tots away to live on a farm instead of being raised as soldiers. (AUUUUUU THE FEELS!! THE TOTS! MIKEYYYY!!!)

How to accidentally kidnap yourself several times over by Camildeni - Ongoing

Rise Mikey gets captured and accidentally summons other iterations (03, 12, and Bay) of himself trying to get out! They do NOT have a good time!! (but at least they have each other)

the dad diaries by angelmichelangelo - Ongoing

More TLR Mikey being a Dad (and dealing with his trauma sorta kinda)

The neighboring cell by SaltyYagi - Ongoing

2012 Mikey and Rise Leo trying to escape Dimension X together (and bonding)

Bonus Non-Mikey-centric:

Weathered Strings, Tethered Wings by Deadpool1763492 - Ongoing

(2003) SAINW AU!!! With the possibility of Don being alive dangled in front of them, the remaining turtles begrudgingly reunite to save him. Drew a cover for this with more art to come! LOVING the slow burn of reconciliation between these bitter old turtles UwU (Bitter Old Mikey my poor Bestie)

Mutant Nightmare by HamsterMasterSamster - Complete

(2003) The immediate aftermath of Worlds Collide

Hanging By A Turtle by CamsthiSky - Complete

(Rise) Literally the turtles struggling to get out of a deep pit they're hanging over

Shell Game by T33la - Complete

(2003) OKAY OKAY SO!!! OOGH Don encounters something Impossible while prepping a tracking device (for himself) and it snowballs into another Renet-involved time adventure (AND UMMM lots of existential contemplation and a surprise historical guest who's Very Cool)

Turtle Power by halogalopaghost - Complete

(2003) Immediate aftermath of the star ship reactor explosion in Exodus

Disposable by orphan_account (kudos to you wherever you are, author) - Complete

(2003) Bishop captures Don and Mikey and gives them a terrible choice

Dissection by AmevelloBlue - Complete

(2003) So much Comfort after the trauma of Worlds Collide (ie Don's interrogation and Mikey almost getting sliced open)

Find the Road by SillySocks - Complete

(2003) Perfect encapsulation of the family as they cope with Leo's absence while he trains with the Ancient One

Handle with Care by HamsterMasterSamster - Complete

(2003) April is seriously injured during a mission and has to deal with the turtles distancing themselves from her as she recovers

mind-body problem by hiraethseok - Complete

(2003) April and the Turtles Being Siblings the Fic

Healing in Tandem by Eggstasy - Complete

(2003) Canon divergence of Worlds Collide where Splinter is just a little too late to intervene before Bishop starts sawing into Mikey's shell

Let's Take Ibuprofen Together by GreenGoddessSmoothie - Ongoing

(2003) The turtles swap body and have learn to cope with each other's chronic pain

Not the Face I Know by GreenGoddessSmoothie - Ongoing

(2003) Mikey accidentally makes a wish that changes his family's lives forever (THEY'RE HUMAN THEY BECOME HUMAN AND THE PLOT IS COOL AND ALSO QUEER THEMES MY BELOVED)

The Great Skittle Heist of 2105 by AmevelloBlue - Ongoing

(2003) AU of Fast Forward where the Dark Turtles are babies instead and are very swiftly adopted by the Fam

The Labyrinth by HALFnHALF1 - Ongoing

(Mix of IDW/03) The Turtles wake up separated in a labyrinth with only a mysterious voice in their heads to guide them (and manipulate them)

“You didn’t tell me your extended family was in town!” by BoStaffsAreCool - Ongoing

Post-Turtles Forever. The 03 fam is Just beginning to wind down after the events of the movie and look who's knocking at April's door (the 87 turtles)

[radioactivepeasant]

Free Day Thursday

(Per the poll) Eldritch Dad versus Jak versus Cultists

(Featuring characters from The Disowned Game 😅)

For context: the antagonists are trying to unlock an ancient seal to conjure the patron of dark eco, to basically turn the whole population into dark eco warlocks.

Their sage insists that they must spill the blood of a prism channeler to "appease the gods."

"You don't know what you're doing!" Phoenix shouted, straining against Skyheed's soldiers. He managed to get a good kick in, but there were too many to take in one fight. "Skyheed, stop!"

Keira lunged for the ceremonial dagger, a snarl on her lips.

"You so much as scratch him, and the gods will be the least of your worries!"

The blade slammed into the altar as Keira cracked the priest's arm against the stones. He cried out in pain, releasing the knife.

"The madness of the Light will not save the hero!" he gasped, struggling in vain against an enraged sage-in-training.

Jak strained his fingers towards the knife, just out of reach of the triple shackles. So close. He was so close! But he was going to need help.

"Keira! You have to cut me!"

"Are you nuts?!"

"No no, I recognize that glyph! It's gonna be fine!"

The glyph was familiar. Studying with Sister Merci at the temple, Keira had come across many pictograms older than the writing she and Jak and Daxter had employed as children. She could read one or two, but most still mystified her. This one's meaning escaped her memory, but she was certain she had seen it before. Which meant that unfortunately, Jak probably knew what he was talking about.

Reluctantly, Keira pressed the tip of the blade to Jak’s finger. Two small drops of blood slid down into the channels carved into the stone as Phoenix cried out in horror.

"Keira, no! What have you done?!"

Darkness took them.

Out of the blackness, the sounds of scuttling filled the room. Hundreds, thousands of tiny legs across metal and stone. Spiders began to creep down the walls, congregating on the twelve iron cuffs. Thousands of tiny, hairy, bodies pushed between metal and flesh, heedless of the crush until Jak could slide his wrists and one of his ankles out.

"Phoenix! Get everybody out!" he warned, "We don't have a lot of time before-"

"Who is misusing my gift?"

a voice like dry leaves, like the creak of timbers, like bells, filled the chamber.

The darkness drew close, twisting and writhing around itself to form the shape of a woman so tall her masses of curls brushed the ceiling. She took in the prostrated forms of the cultists below her with glowing eyes and curled her lip.

"And what, pray tell, is this?"

The question seemed to shock the onlookers out of their stupor.

"Oh great lady of darkness!" Skyheed bowed from the waist. "We, your humble devotees, come before you to ask your blessing on-"

The woman turned her head to see Jak still struggling to free himself. He'd taken hold of the obsidian dagger to pry off the ankle bands.

"Agh-! Mi'jo, no!"

the goddess snatched the blade from his hands in an instant.

"That's a knife!"

It was as if she hadn't even seen the cultists. Micteca held the hilt between thumb and forefinger, scowling.

"Foul thing. Ugh! How did you even- Nevermind. I'm calling your father."

Jak cringed. "No-! It's not even that bad!"

He and Keira broke the last shackle together as he continued to babble protests.

"He-! He's busy! You don't need to tell him, i can handle this-"

"DAMAS! LOOK WHAT YOUR SON GOT INTO!"

the shout shook the room, sending curtains of dust raining down on them.

"Dude, your mom's a snitch," Daxter snickered.

There was a clap of thunder, and the chamber filled with a blinding light. A biting chill curled around them, contrasting sharply with the warm voice emanating from the center of the light.

"Why is it always "my son" when he's gotten into something he shouldn't?"

Jak groaned. "Guys, I'm right here."

That wouldn't help him and he knew it. But he had to save a little face in front of Daxter and Keira.

Incrementally, a face appeared in the light, then a muscular body, held aloft between wings more like an anemone's tentacles, formed of living sand. Stars wheeled across dark skin like a piece of the sky had come to personally judge them all. The giant gazed down at Jak and narrowed his eyes.

"Hello, son."

He sounded amused.

Ignoring the choked off curses and whispered questions around him, Jak dropped his face into his palm.

"Hello, Father."

"Got yourself into a Situation again, haven't you?"

"It wasn't my fault this time!" Jak protested. He pointed at Skyheed, and decided that whatever followed was on the duke's own head. "That guy made Dark Warriors out of his whole city! He was going to sacrifice me so he could control them all!"

"Ohhhh crap." Keira cringed.

Micteca's eyes flashed. In a much too calm voice she said,

"Kids, would you step outside for a second?"

"Yep! No problem!" Daxter said hastily, leaping off the altar, "No problem at all!"

Keira ducked the priest and Skyheed to grab Phoenix by the sleeve. "Let’s go, let's go! Trust me, you don't want to be anywhere near this room."

"Uh....maybe...don't kill all of them?" Jak offered, pausing at the door.

"The pale ones didn't choose this."

"Jakkkk-"

Micteca frowned.

Jak glanced at the bewildered soldiers, all completely disoriented by the mass influx of dark eco.

"Mamá, please?"

"...you're as bad as your father."

Burning eyes narrowed down at Jak, and long black talons drummed impatiently on the goddess's folded arms.

Damas left off prodding at a smaller Dark Warrior to smirk.

"I think that's the nicest thing you've said about me all year!"

"Oh don't you start-! Alright! We'll see."

Micteca glared at both Jak and Damas.

"The things I do for you two troublemakers..."

"Appreciated, my love."

Damas -- or Deimos or Xenodamas, the monks could never agree on whether his name ought to be more "formal" now -- tucked a lock of hair behind Micteca's ear and began idly braiding it.

"There. That ought to keep the blood out of it."

Jak met Klout's flummoxed and slightly horrified gaze. He, unfortunately, could relate.

"Ugh. There's a time and a place, Father," he muttered under his breath.

A nearly prehensile wing tip snaked out to cuff Jak across the back of the head.

"Be glad your mother has more restraint than I usually do. Relocate, offspring."

Jak shoved the wing away and grinned. "Yeah yeah. Thanks, Ma! Okay, eviscerate away!"

"OUT."

The great stone doors slammed into place behind Jak, and he rolled his eyes at his honorary siblings' unimpressed expressions.

"Well did you want to wade through pureed soldier bits?" he asked indignantly.

Phoenix stared straight ahead, wide eyes focused on nothing.

"What," he finally choked, "just happened?"

[kakashixhatakesxwhore]

i have nowhere to go w any character rly,, just being beaten down and SO done with everything that has gone down in ur life, ending up on someone’s doorstep in the rain, asking for a moment of peace with them🥲🥲🥲

it ain't raining cause i wanted the pathetic fallacy to provide a happier setting than our dear reader's apartment - anyway, this one was fun, and is written extremely vaguely, in terms of your chosen character.

Seeking Peace - Drabble

Written with Iruka, Kakashi, Shisui, Shikamaru, Naruto, Shino, Choji, Kiba, Sai, and Neji in mind, but could work for others.

Warnings: swearing, angst, symptoms of depression (not showering, not eating), this might suck lmk

W/c: 612

Masterlist💿

You know it's gotten bad again, when you haven't had a good cup of tea in so long, that you start to forget how a proper cup should taste.

You know it's gotten bad again, when you realize you haven't showered in over a week; you can almost see the layer of dirt that clings to your skin, matting every hue.

You know it's gotten bad again, when you can't even finish a dinner roll in one sitting, even after having forgotten to eat for two days - though your stomach whales and gurgles, if you eat one bite too much, it all comes up.

You know it's gotten bad again.

Will it get better on it's own?

Stirring your tea until you can hear not a single sugar granule on the bottom, you sip the carefully brewed mixture with purpose - only to find it tastes of... ugh.

Sitting in the shower, your arms scream with exertion while washing your hair, battling the heavy tendrils with too much shampoo to quantify - but, can you find the energy to scrub your body? Ugh.

Drawing to the fridge, you hesitate to open it.

Fuck this, I need help.

So, you pull your favourite jumper over your t-shirt, and cover your legs with black track pants. Argyle socks had always ticked you, so you thought, for shits and giggles, why not?

Shoes were all you needed, then you got your keys and your coat, ready to leave.

You know where to go.

To the kindest person you know.

He was a constant presence in your life, on the sunny days and the rainy days. His door was always open, and his shoulder was always good to cry on. With him, he brought a homely warmth. one that drew you in, one that you craved, now, more than ever.

The streets are empty, and you realize it to be the dead of night. The village was asleep, washed in a silver glow and cool breeze.

The Moon tells you that it's a little past midnight, so you'd better hurry up. You heed her gentle advice, and could feel a beam of her shine along your face as a reward.

The beautiful Moon was very kind. So kind, that there was only one kinder than she.

And now you stood at his doorstep, your muscles tired, your mouth dry, and your heart heavy. Despite your thoughts that told you to go back to your apartment, you reach up and knock gently against his door. Then, wait.

And wait.

You rest your forehead against the door. Maybe you could just sleep here, on his doorstep... at least you'd be out of your apartment.

Then the door slowly cracks open.

Standing up straight, you gathered up whatever you could, and smile at him. He smiles right back, giving you a little boost.

Rubbing his eyes, he yawns, "What's the word, hummingbird? I haven't seen you in a bit."

"I'm sorry about that, and this - y'know, given the time and all..."

"Agh, don't worry about it," he assures you with a sleep-laced voice. He holds the door open wider, and motions you in. "Do you wanna come in to have a tea and a chat, or... I dunno, we could cuddle up on the couch maybe?"

He would always understand you, he would never question you - and you couldn't have been more grateful for his mere existence in the present moment. It was like he lifted the invisible weight from your shoulders, and allowed you to draw a proper breath, for the first time in what felt like ages.

"Whatever you want to do," you reply with a small, but genuine, smile. "I just want a moment of peace... with you."

[fuumiku]

Selkie AU

Ok so on discord we went off. A lot of this is just paraphrasing or copy pasted from buddies hii guys. It’s honestly a fun concept to play with no matter how you turn it around~ I’ll start off with the version I drew these doodles for but it’s all under the cut because it got so long... There’s also always place for different flavors like if they realize the other’s a selkie immediately or over time, etc etc so this is all just food for thought. Marcille is always the instigator though lol, obsessed with him no matter the universe. As a selkie wants to learn more about this human and as a researcher is chasing after this secretive mysterious sea-guy while he very much tries to escape everyone’s attention.

Fisherman Chil & selkie Marcille

Old sad fisherman Chilchuck… He drinks out at sea even. Divorcee dad who’s got nothing waiting for him on land anymore. He’s on the sea every day to get fish to sell at the wet market or to the butcher, the sky and sea’s grey and everything’s dull and tedious. Seals are nothing special either. The only stuff he knows about selkies really could have some selkie storybooks he reads to his daughters. Meanwhile selkie Marcille… You could go a lot of different routes I feel. You know I feel like being a selkie fits with Marcille and her mom, with that interaction of "you’ll have to let others go and deal with that", like in this AU she’ll always be different and will have to leave people behind for the sea eventually here and there and whatnot…

Chilchuck and worksongs... Fisherman Chilchuck singing sea shanties while selkie Marcille sings her songs of the sea and then she hears him and gets curious and follows him back on land or something…… Tries to blend in with humans just so she’s like. What’s his deal. But them only meeting out at sea is very cute as well. Eventually she gets on his boat and they hang out. Melancholic psychological horror sea tragedy-romance would be fun idk. Maybe he starts hearing a woman sing out at sea randomly and thinks it’s the alcohol. But he’d be a goner already lmao. Like don’t get me wrong it’d take a while of actual interactions for him to actually fall in love, but also ~~he’s lonely~~ pretty blonde woman waaaa. Siren imagery hehe. "Hmmm I didn't know selkies had hypnotic voices as well" (they don't. he's down outrageous and he knows it.) Mr "in denial so bad maybe magic is the answer yep for sure". I want her to hear him singing something he used to for his daughters/wife etc and shes like 👁️👁️ who hurt this man........... (Could also work for selkie Chil) What’s his tragic backstory…..

I think marcille also deserves to go silly and catch a carp between her teeth, giving it to chilchuck batting her eyelashes like teehee... I'm such a good assistant right... He needs them undamaged if he wants to sell them but he still makes use of her gift anyway... Puts it in a stew and shares it with her... Something we made together..… Marcille being able to taste human food with actual spices and actual heat and actual cooked meat... His home is the warmest place on the surface. His hugs are more comforting than even the water’s. AGH and how long hasn’t he eaten a real homecooked meal you’d bet 😭 Marcille notices he’s underweight and is like "he’s always fishing though??? Does he just need like, a lot??" and takes it upon herself to bring him more fish to feed him. "He NEEDS to blubber up. I know it." Do you think when his wife was still there he'd come home to the smell of cooking.... but now there's nothing......... He’s on his own, he sleeps in the boat… It just smell like fish all day. The stench gets to him and even the burn of alcohol in his nostrils is a kinder hell. NOW he comes back to the stench of roting flesh and he's like :))) ahh.... my gi rl firned 💖 /j

Selkie Marcille getting onto his boat out of nowhere and slapping the beer bottle out of his hand. It’d go hard if he’s so drunk once that he’s leaning over the railing with his bottle hanging down from his grip and the beer goes into the sea and she tastes it and is like. Now what the fuck is this. Ew. He doesn’t look so good maybe I should splash him with water. She could save him from drowning... Girl who puts him on a rock somewhere until he wakes up and hides in the water as soon as he comes to… Peekinh at him from the surface of the water because, oh dear we're shy now because it's face to face… Drawing parallels between swaying (drunk) and swaying (motion of boat on the sea). She sways his world…… Makes him feel dizzy in a nice, light airy way…… He crashes into his bed in his home and still feels the rocking of the waves under him, and he falls asleep thinking of her…

Go out to the sea in a storm because you can’t stand feeling useless. The sea is your livelihood, it's where you're good and useful. On land you never know what to do with your hands. Maybe he should just let the sea pull him under. let it sweep him away.  Marcille does exactly that, but it's not something that erases him. It's not something that swallows him whole. It's something that shows him a whole other world- The coral reefs, the schools of fish that exist below, the lush seaweed forests that Marcille treasures so much. It's all been there for him to see, theres so much beneath his feet. And all he had to do was let her take his hand. This world full of fish and creatures he's caught and gutted... that he gets to see in a different light…… The idea of him trusting her enough to let her lead him underwater... I think the time that Marcille leads him into the water should be on one beautiful evening, with the water shimmering, and the sun casting rays onto the waters surface- enough that it's still scary at first, enough that Chilchuck still struggles against the salty grasp of the waves, but when marcille takes him under he can see just how the light of the sun casts its spotlight on the seafloor- and how even in the shallows therein lies a thousand wonders, ones he's stepped right over before. I'm just obsessed with chilchuck experiencing a whole nother world in there. Give me childlike wonder. Give me a Marcille who wants to show her grump fucking fisherman boyfriend the cute fishies and the minnows, the pretty hermit crabs. Something about the sea looking different from beneath the waves... The parallels of him on the beach stepping over shells and urchins in the shallows with his boots and just crush them right over, not even noticing he did from force of habit and routine having dulled everything… Him working on the sea all the time but never really seeing it because he’s so absorbed in his own shit and he always just uses the harbor so there’s never real contact with it anyways. When the sea water laps at his forearms when he reels the net in but they feel like lashes of frost against his skin. She'd look really pretty with her hair flowy in the waves............ Marcille’s hair should get used for creepy compositions more… In the water she takes him under and her hair tangles and latch onto him against his skin. Her hair is long, underwater it could engulf him probably, he likes blonde hair he'd be happy with that… Not the lowkey suicidal ideation of letting the sea take him and how he’d be happy suffocating in her hair when doing a dive wow ok

I keep thinking about the Dredge AU… The video game yes yes. It’d be a mess but ohhh ohh the sea and its wonderful world but also its dark secrets, Marcille researching the depths and finding dark powers and idk the tragedy of a man at sea who can’t forget what he’s lost and the mythical gf he made that was never meant to be and it’ll destroy them both idk idk. Bc of Marcille helping him fish from below as a selkie, Senshi like YOU ARE OVERFISHING YOU ARE DESTROYING THE ECOSYSTEMMM @ them lmao You are feeding the whole town and making big bucks but you’re fishing so much that some fish are starting to get stale without being bought, the sea is bleeding and the leviathan is hungry

Maybe one time, one of them gets upset at the other and holds the seal fur hostage, its sooo mean but it also feels very them. When I think selkie I think of the movie Song of the Sea and in that movie the father of the protags loved a selkie, the mother, but she had to leave at one point for the sea because that’s her nature etc etc, but he didn’t want her to leave so he hid her skin which like. Ruined everything and hurt her. And ohhh the parallels… Leaving him… Just food for thought.

Selkie Chil & marine researcher Marcille

The reverse of that where Chil’s the selkie, Marcille’s fascination for him has the reverse angle, almost like admiration too. Crying she’d be like "who’s this mysterious guy, why’s he look kinda ethereal(selkie fairy blablabla)?" and investigates meanwhile he doesn’t want anyone to see him transforming and such so he’s like "leave me aloneeeeeee!!" Selkie chil? secretive man who just wants to chill gets grabbed by the most enthusiastic fairytale-obsessed girl out there. She WILL almost drown trying to say hi. C’mon mister mythical let’s have a storybook romance <3 Jumping in da water and he has to rescue her and immediately gains 100 grey hairs. She gets her storybook ‘saved by the merman’ moment but at what cost. "WHAT ARE YOU DOINGGG" screaming, she gets scolded very much but it all goes in one ear out the other tbh. Selkie Chilchuck is even better with his secretiveness... How do you get around the fact you’re a seal? Iunno I’ve never been a seal Obsessed with the implications of his family in this. Except if his wife and daughters were humans and so his work travels are instead selkie shenanigans going out at sea for months on ends, I imagine they’d be selkies too… Did they get separated? Die? Is Chilchuck’s cowl in this one Flertom’s fur? :(   Once more mentioning sea shanties Chilchuck btw, Roll the Old Chariot comes to mind… Ooough Song of the Sea from the movie that he sung to his daughters <33 I’m fine

With the researcher angle actually being pushed there are interesting plots and scenes you could think of obvi, but uh we kind of went off on the fisherman Chil Marcille selkie AU instead haha. It’d be cute if she ends up teaching him how to live on land in the end. Dresses him up like a funky lil guy. I went with tallman Chil when drawing it and selkie Marcille’s more elf-like, and for selkie Chil I’d imagine it’s the reverse where she’s tallman-like and he still looks like a halfling… Sea-related AUs are my weak spot <33

No matter how you turn it, Marcille is the instigator lol. Selkie Marcille: this little man… I want to know more about this human! Selkie Chilchuck = tries to avoid everything but this Marcille keeps chasing him! It’s her job to, Chilchuck minds his business!! He sees a sliver of something weird out at night? Not his job nope keep your nose out of that it’ll only bring you trouble. It’d have to really itch him at him for him to crack I think… Honestly he’d make a great lovecraftian horror protagonist lol. We love a girl with no chill and her nose in everyone’s business

Shout to to @dayundying, @cabinette, @soappox and @lucky-fydraws!! These people were there for the brainstorming and the writing of the scripture…

[janus-cadet]

So, I've been watching Hazbin Hotel, and Helluva Boss.

Loved it. Therefore, obviously, to none of my friends' surprise, I added the fandom in that nonsensical tarot project of mine- and it starts with Lucifer, the short king himself, as the Five of Cups.

(The Devil was already taken, which both caused me immense amont of dismay, and just as much relief, because that version of Lucifer does NOT fit the Devil card as much as he could.)

Now, under the cut (only for the braves who can handle a long post spoken in broken english), the mandatory explanation for the choice of the card and the composition.

A joyous card, isn't it! Ahah? Totally. Let's get right into it.

The Five of Cups, Upright, often appears in a reading when a situation hasn't turned out the way you expected, leaving you sad, regretful and disappointed. I mean, you just gave one (1) apple to humanity, just to give them free will, and look what they did with it! What the hell, literally! You are blaming yourself, and instead of moving on with your life (despite the small inconvenience of being banished to an endless pit of evil and horror), you ar choosing to wallow in your self-pity. All you can focus on right now is what went wrong and how you failed. You're stuck in the past, and you can't let go; old wounds you never closed are keeping you from trying to create some positive changes. Which is why the card is here: to help you forgive. Forgiveness, to others and to yourself, is the only way you'll be able to release yourself from your sadness and disappointment. Remember that foresight and wisdom in the present moments comes from mistakes of the past: reflect on what led you to this point, and try to find something positive by reflecting on the lessons learned. You can rebuilt, you still can challenge an unfair system, despite everything! New possibilities are waiting for you, as shown by your daughter. You just have to be ready to accept it. Shift your mindset and focus on what can go right from this point forward.

Reversed, the card suggests that you might look at yourself specifically as a failure. You are stuck in a loop of self-loathing, and can't bring yourself to open up to others about those feelings. The reversed Five of Cups card is here to encourage you to open up: people around you may not see how much pain you're in right now, so don't be afraid to ask for help or talk to someone you trust.

You cannot undo the past, and just as Lucifer at the end of the first season, you are starting to accept that. You are slowly discovering how to be open to the new opportunities and ideas shown to you; you are finally starting to be more hopeful anout the future. You may not be fully okay again, you might still be in pain, but you are taking the first step: the card encourage you to keep doing so. Focus on the bright side. Not all is lost!

Lot of talks already, so I'll quickly go over those. The cups (that I spend too long on for such a small detail in the whole piece agh agh) are, as I drew them, a symbols of the regrets and the remorses felt. The regrets are the titled, broken cups: Lucifer's marriage, his relation with his daughter, and the dreams he had as an angel. Three things that feels like they are lost, damaged beyond repairs- but that are, in fact, still within reach. The content hasn't even spill yet. The remorses are the acts that can't be undone, and the effect on the vision he has of himself- the bitten apple, and the beastly devil that can't be trust. Those are te things he keeps blaming himself for, and the source of the self-loathing he's stuck into. But! He's turning his back on them, as a way to show he is not as linked to those things as he thinks he is. One is a thing of the past, the other is merely a shadow of who he is- what's important is what lays in front of him.

And that's it for today! You're still here? Dang, you're resilient. Thank you very much, hope you enjoyed this. And you're just in time for a little ending poll!

See, I started two other WIPs while drawing Lucifer. Therefore...

[bcdrawsandwrites]

Day 10: Branding / Scarring / Collar Characters: Lucrecia Mux, Augustus Aquato, and Donatella Aquato Warnings: Blood, references to death/drowning Summary: Shortly after "Marona" and Augustus join a new circus, an accident occurs. But this might turn out to be a blessing rather than a curse.

Marona's first thought had been, I told the ringmaster it was a terrible idea to have two acts going at once.

She didn't get the chance to have a second thought, as the moment she saw the blood, her mind went blank.

"GUSSIE!" she screamed, bolting past the bleachers to her so as he shakily raised himself up on his arms. Blood dripped freely from his face.

"Agh..." he hissed, then tried to raise his voice. "A-all part of the act!"

No one believed it, of course—several members of the crowd were rushing out of the tent, and the rest were gawking. Marona didn't care one way or the other at the moment—she wasn't seeing them, anyway. She was seeing the Deluge, and her husband...

"D-don't cry, I'm okay!" Augustus said, covering half of his face and smearing blood all over his hand.

There was a whistle from the ringmaster, and suddenly the knife throwers and other acrobats were hurrying Augustus and Marona out of the tent, while a parade of clowns filled the ring.

"Someone help my poor Gussie!" Marona cried, holding her son close to her side as they stepped out of the tent and hurried to the caravan.

"I'm sorry," one of the performers—the knife thrower—said as he walked alongside them. He was staring at the bloody knives in his hands, which trembled badly. "Th-this was my first time performing—"

"Does it matter?!" a young lady—one of the acrobats—snapped as she shoved him aside. Without another word, she snatched one of the knives out of his hands and grabbed a piece of her own elaborate cape.

Marona cried out, but with one swift cut the acrobat sliced off part of the cape before turning toward Augustus. "Hold him still, please."

Not one to argue over the kind of help she was given, Marona did as she was asked, kneeling down and holding Augustus upright.

"Grazie!" the young lady exclaimed.

"You didn't need to—mmmph—" He was cut off as the other acrobat used the fabric to clean off his face. She then maneuvered the fabric to a clean side before holding it firmly against the cuts.

"Hold it there, please," she said, and Augustus complied, holding the fabric against his face.

"You... didn't have to cut your outfit like that," he mumbled.

"And you didn't have to cut your face, yet, here we are."

"Are you all right, Gussie?" Marona asked, looking down into her son's face. It looked less terrible now with the blood cleaned off, but the knives had sliced right over his eye, and...

"I think so," Augustus replied. "They just grazed me, I think. My eye doesn't hurt, though."

That nearly made her melt with relief, but this shouldn't have happened in the first place. "That will leave a scar..." she said, glaring at the knife thrower, who yelped and scurried away.

"Oh no!" the young lady exclaimed, throwing herself back dramatically. "He'll survive with a handsome scar! How terrible!"

Augustus snapped his head up. "W-with a what?" His face was turning red, but not due to blood covering it this time.

But the acrobat was already walking away, tossing the knife she'd swiped at the feet of its performer as she passed. Before she was out of sight, she cast a glance over her shoulder and flashed Augustus a smile.

"...Mother, I know that went badly, but..." His gaze was trained on where the acrobat had been. "I... I think I like this circus."

Marona followed her son's gaze, and her thoughts were on Lazlo again. While the memories were strangely fuzzy, she found herself thinking of when she'd first met him at the circus so long ago. Smiling, she drew her arms around Augustus in a hug. "Very well," she said. "Perhaps we will stay with this one a little while longer."

[vickyvicarious]

Here I go, unto the breach. 3 October reactions, part 1

Oh shit, right from the very start this is intense

I love how he says he will be extremely precise and then specifies "lying on the floor on his left side"

Renfield :((((

The noise in the background, almost like a horrible wind

van Helsing: "I need to get dressed" *runs off to get his medical AND vampire-hunting supplies*

no one is getting any good sleep still. that's... probably not gonna get better after today

Quincey expressing compassion for Renfield, thank you! I love how he says "poor, poor devil"

"He went at once and sat down on the edge of the bed, with Godalming beside him;" They Are Holding Hands

RENFIELD'S GASPING. GOD.

I wanna cry already. listening to his breathing is so hard

"glad surprise" "a sigh of relief" followed by him asking to be freed from the straight-waistcoat AAAAAAAGH

the way he says "I've had a terrible dream" FUCK

"How good it is of you to be here" he doesn't even like van Helsing, I think he's just happy not to be alone. to have people willing to listen. I WANNA CRY

the quiet little "thank you." and rough gasp. AUUUGH

peace came when he heard the dogs barking

~hand holding of support~

"laughing with his red mouth" I HATE HIM I HATE HIM

the pained laugh on "promising me things"

"just as he used to send in the flies when the sun was shining." this makes me want to look back at the timing of when Renfield got flies and see how they line up

Dracula I love to hear your voice. I want you dead.

'Come in, Lord and Master!' noooooooooo

Dracula immediately reneges on his deal, of course he does

"he went on as though he owned the whole place, and I was no one." the pain of this for Renfield, constantly dismissed as a madman

"I thought that, somehow, Mrs. Harker had come into the room." oh shit

""When Mrs. Harker came in to see me this afternoon she wasn't the same; it was like tea after the teapot had been watered." OH SHIT

the way he says "it made me mad to think that he had been taking the life out of her!!!! honestly how he builds to that by getting faster and faster too

"and I grabbed it tight" the growl in his voice!!!

"ay, and he felt it too" YES YES YES "I didn't mean him to take any more of her life" auuuugh his voice is so so so good

how slow he says "flung me down"

Quincey this is not the time for propriety GET IN THERE

the crash of the door

FUCK HERE IT COMES

I love the music

Jack's voice shaking as he gets to Dracula. THE MUSIC

this is so terrible. agh i hate it agggggh

OH GOD MINA. NO NO NONONONO and her voice breaking even as she sobs and screams fuck

Art seeing her and probably thinking of Lucy as well. godddddd

"His wife was aroused by the quick movement, and turned to him with her arms stretched out, as though to embrace him; instantly, however, she drew them in again, and putting her elbows together, held her hands before her face, and shuddered till the bed beneath her shook." NO DON'T STOP YOURSELF

fuckklkj the way he says "Mina dear, what is it?" and his "my god" his gasping "help her, help her" adkslfjakdjsflk;dj

"you must not leave me!" I CAN'T

the way say sobs "Unclean!" breaks my fucking heart

"May God judge me by my deserts, and punish me with more bitter suffering than even this hour, if by any act or will of mine anything ever come between us!" that's it. I'm crying. fuckkk oh my god

"the hands tenderly and lovingly stroked the ruffled hair" THEY ARE SO

"We want here no more concealments." YEAH, YOU FUCKIN BETTER NOT

"I looked into Renfield's room; but there was no trace there except——!" Again he paused. "Go on," said Harker hoarsely; so he bowed his head and moistening his lips with his tongue, added: "except that the poor fellow is dead."" I can't remember right now who first suggested it but I insist upon believing that Art got there while he was still alive and was with him when he died. I refuse to let Renfield die alone

the music getting so gentle as van Helsing asks Mina to speak

~handholding~ god oh god this is so painful

god her voice so resolute, pushing through to sound calm and tell all details, but repeatedly waviering so badly

"that same white mist that I had before noticed" nearly losing her voice on the last word

her voice stuttering "o-on the windows of St. Mary's Church" oh god I hope that's not the guilt over Lucy again

'Silence! If you make a sound I shall take him and dash his brains out before your very eyes.' he shushes her. he is speaking GENTLY. you can hear the SMILE goddamn him

'First, a little refreshment to reward my exertions. You may as well be quiet; it is not the first time, or the second, that your veins have appeased my thirst!' I AM PUNCHING THE AIR

Jonathan groaning when she says Dracula's lips on her throat.

"a long time must have passed before he took his foul, awful, sneering mouth away" the hatred and disgust in her voice

THE DRIP SOUNDSSSSSS oh god I was not prepared for that

I love the echo/distance on Dracula's voice

oh I love the beat and music during Dracula's speech

the profanation of wedding vows

the savage joy in his voice, the triumph...

she works so hard to keep her voice controlled but she cannot say she drank his blood, she breaks down. oh god ohgod

Jonathan's hair turning white during Mina's story as the sun rises...

[kocherry]

A Gift to the Beetle Gladiator

Arataki Itto x Reader

Hehe I just really love Itto sm and I've always wanted to write a fic about him so do enjoy this 1.2k short fic! It's just pure fluffiness to my babygirl Itto ♡

The Onis were a race that Inazumans once feared and they still do. More often now it's more of a prejudice against them. A perfect example of such situation is a young oni known as Arataki Itto.

A good for nothing deliquent... but to you he's more than that.

People often don't see beyond his usual loudness and idiocy. Itto is actually a good person at heart, he lives life the way he wants and there's nothing wrong with it. Maybe except for the times he makes children cry but that's on them... right?

"Dear Almighty Shogun I have it bad for him..."

Groaning into a pillow you turn your head to the side. Everything about Itto is just really endearing. He's like that annoying little shit that comes and go but he grows on anyone. You even defended that idiot from children who quarreled with him.

And you even promised to go with him in Onikabuto hunting and treat him to dinner tonight. So you rose from your futon and grabbed your gift for him.

You held the purple colored stuffed toy on your hands. It is quite large and had white mark designs on it. A really good replication of an Onikabuto but it's just soft and big.

Choosing this as a gift for Itto started because you thought that the Onikabuto and Itto have a lot of similarities. Well, aside from just being there doing nothing all day. They may look scary or even revolting but if you get to know them they're quite adorable.

Brushing those thoughts aside you place the stuffed toy into a box. You hurriedly changed into your usual yukata and went to the meeting spot. It was just an area outside of the city where the view of Amakane Island is just up ahead.

A small smile is brought up to your face as you see a familiar tall figure with silver hair with red highlights. Itto wasn't looking at your direction which made you grin evilly. This was a perfect time to sneak behind his back.

You were tiptoeing while holding your gift protectively but as you drew closer you could hear Itto's mutterings. And what you heard made your heart ache.

"Okay it's not that bad you always hear them telling you're a bad influence, a scary oni, or even a criminal!" Itto exaspertedly threw his hands on the air venting out his frustrations.

You stopped walking as Itto place a hand below his chin. His eyes looks like he was about to cry. "(Y/N) would never hate me like what that guy said... yeah they'll be here and come with me again to an onikabuto hunting!" He could recall how one parent is angry at him for making their child cry earlier.

That said parent made a back handed comment about you being too good for someone like him. Which made Itto place both hand on the sides of his head as he try to fight off what the guy had said.

"Or maybe... they finds that boring? Agh! I'm sure she doesn't mind! Even if people doesn't like me and the onis in general (Y/N) said that I'm their friend. If they do hate me they would tell me... (Y/N) would never lie to me."

This side of Itto, full of self-doubt and anguish is something you didn't expect to see. He usually is so bright, positive, and hyper all the time. Seeing Itto depricating himself is a rare occurance. It shattered your image over him... and yet his vulnerability made you admire him more.

Itto kept this negativity to himself all because he doesn't want to be seen as weak. If he did succumb to the prejudice and petty words then he would surely lose sight of his goals. The goal of living a fun life and letting people see that Onis aren't monsters.

"Itto I'm here!"

"(Y-Y/N)! Were you there this whole time?!" He stuttered at your sudden appearance and he looked afraid.

You purse your lip and restrained yourself from looking at him sadly. "Huh? No no I just got here, sorry I'm late... I really am excited to hangout with you." You played dumb but you were honest about being excited to see him.

"Don't worry there is a perfect reason why I'm a few minutes late... it's because of this!"

You were going to give the gift to him after dinner so you can run away in embarassment after you confess. But Itto needs to be reassured that you don't hate him. His feelings mattered more than your grand plan of confessing.

The box is huge and Itto's eyes lit up as he grabs your gift and takes it. "A gift for me?! The One and Oni Arataki Itto gets a gift from you, (Y/N)?!" He excitedly bounce as he points a finger at himself. You just nodded happily which made Itto tear the box apart as he brings out a stuffed Onikabuto toy that is the size of Ushi.

His silent reaction made you nervous as you rub your hands together. "Uhm do you like it? I made you a really big onikabuto plushie since you are after all... dun dun dun! The Greatest and Most Powerful Beetle Gladiator of all time!" Your voice is a bit shakey but you manage to tell Itto about why you had chosen to make a stuffed toy.

Itto then suddenly tackles you into a hug, the onikabuto plushie is the one that separated his bare chest from ever hitting your face. "Like it?! I absolutely love it (Y/N)! Hehehe!" He pulls away from.the hug holdimg the plushie in one hand while he brushes his nose with his finger.

"I know you recognize my truest strength! I'm just that great aren't I?!" He is spectacularly happy right now which made you also feel the same. "But really... thank you so much this means a lot I was a little sad earlier becausw of... stuffs!" For a second his expression is saddened. "Ah but don't worry I cheered up now all because of you!"

He leans down to your height and pats your head. You were a blushing mess at this point as his touch is gentle. And in return you brush his soft silver hair painted in red highlights away from his cheek and kiss his forehead gently.

"You're welcome and I would always make you happy because I like you very much Itto." You confess with a smile not able to really hold back.

Itto's eyes widen and then he lets out a laugh, "Awww I like you too (Y/N)~!" He ruffles your head again. "You're now my favorite person in aaaaaaall of Inazuma~! But don't tell the gang that I don't want to be accused of favoritism."

You want to feel dejected because he didn't seem to get the idea that you were confessing to him. But oh well! That really doesn't matter for now.

Maybe someday you would confess your crush to Itto properly. For now you enjoyed how he smiles at you softly while hugging the Onikabuto plushie you gave him. Your feelings just grew because you learned something new.

Itto is quite an energetic and positive fella but that doesn't mean he would be immuned to the prejudice against him. And you were for sure not going to let Itto doubt himself ever again. And seeing Itto hold your gift dearly while giggling... you were definitely going to protect that smile.

[carsonian]

ignore that silly anon omg! ur rec posts were sooo refreshing, especially bc u weren't necessarily rec'ing obvious authors. i love the way you talk <3 everything u write is so funny, your fic notes are their own delight to read & so many of your fics are lowkey underrated. luv the crack fics and how they still have serious elements. "here i am & here you are" is in my all-time favs and i'm so happy ur on tumblr and in this fandom <3333

Thank you so much ❤️ You're the absolute sweetest and I have no words because you've used all the lovely, heartwrenching ones. BUT! Since you mentioned that "Here I Am & Here You Are" is your favourite, I thought I'd share a coda for the fic that never made it into the fic mostly because I only wrote it two hours back. Also, this one goes out to all the SamBucky fans who were sad that the two didn't get much screen time in the fic!

"We Just Keep Going" on AO3 | 1,829 words | Rated M

"Well, well, well," Bucky propped a hand up against the door. "If it isn't my favourite person with my second least favourite person. A pair, when put together, forming a union so utterly average in my favourites list that it doesn't even warrant the work of accurate ranking."

"Did you run lines for that?" Steve asked.

"You're not very good at math." Tony tilted his head.

"Agh." Bucky wrinkled his nose, "I already hate this sequel. Come on in."

"Sequel?" Steve added as he pushed their suitcases through. Tony trailed behind them, running a hand over the flat tile on the door, a colourful piece that bore the words, "BEARS AHEAD! GRR!" 

"You two. Back together." Bucky shook his head, "can I have it on the record that I don't endorse this?"

"What record?" Tony asked. "What're you even on about? I thought you lost an arm, not your head."

"Wow." Bucky pointed a finger at Tony. "You know, this is why people call you "difficult"."

"Yeah, yeah," Tony said, "how's the new one handling you?"

"I would say like a dream but I don't want to feed your ego, so I'll say like a," Bucky steepled his fingers, metal and human hand making a compelling image when intertwined. Like some harmonic fusion of AI and humanity. Real cyberpunk shit. Bucky exhaled, deciding on, "like a well-constructed reality."

"Okay." Tony drew out the word, "is Chip here?"

"Who?"

"Sam." Steve clarified.

"Oh, haha, Chip 'n Dale, I get it. You think you're funny. Shut the fuck up." Bucky said, no bite to the words. "Yeah, he's around here."

"What a welcome." Tony crossed his arms. "Okay. I'm gonna change, then lay on the couch, drape an arm over my eyes and nap off the jet lag."

"Sure." Bucky shrugged. "Sam's gone to get burgers. Should I wake you then?"

"Steve can wake me then." Tony shot a glare at Bucky. "Since he knows how to do it without totally violating someone."

"It was one time, we were twenty-two, and the ice had all but melted." Bucky protested, quips easy from an argument too often regurgitated, so well-worked that they slipped out easy even after a decade.

Demonstrating that the passage of time didn't necessarily reflect emotional growth, Tony shot Bucky a middle finger. Then, after pointedly waiting for Bucky to point out the bathroom, he took his clothes from the carrier bag and went over to the bathroom. The snick of the lock rang in a final pointed gesture and in the pointed silence afterward, Steve and Bucky met each other's gaze.

"You gonna give your old man a hug or are you too grown up for that kind of thing?" Steve asked.

"What the fuck are you saying?" Bucky made a disgusted sound, "you ever say that to me again, I'm kicking you out, brother or not."

"Alright, tough guy. Come here." Steve urged, bringing Bucky forward and hugging him, taking care to pat him on the back of the flesh shoulder. 

"Y'okay? You all mushy?" Bucky asked into his shoulder, "Tony treating you well?"

"Shuddup." Steve replied good-naturedly, "You run Sam into an early grave yet?"

"He's a slow runner." Bucky seesawed, pulling back to make the gesture.

"Don't I know it." Steve said, "seriously, though. How've you been?"

". . . Better." Bucky admitted, "Not everyday, but, you know. . . a lotta days. It's good. I'm good." 

"That's a solid deal." Steve praised, raising his eyebrows to punctuate the point.

"Ain't it?" Bucky gave a flash of a grin, all young fire and old contentment. 

"I'm glad to hear it, Buck." Steve said, gripping the man's shoulder for a moment, just a brief press, "I really, really am."

"I know, ya big sap." Bucky shrugged the moment off. "How's Tony been? You fucking each other's brains out?"

"Reckon it would take a while to fuck Tony's brains out." Steve pondered, "since he's a genius and all. Lots of brain. . . cells." 

"Okay." Bucky raised his eyes heavenward. "He ain't even that smart. Remember when he thought a carton of milk cost eight bucks?" 

"He's a futurist." Steve said in his defense. "Give it a few years, it probably will."

"Christ alive." Bucky shook his head. "Good thing Sam's only drinking soy and whatnot." 

"Agh, he's converted you?" Steve wrinkled his nose.

"Ye-up." Bucky turned his thumbs inwards, pointing at himself. "Total believer in the soy cream, right here."

"If your mother could see you now, she wouldn't even recognise you." Steve shook his head faux-solemnly.

"Uh, duh. Why'd you think I grew my hair out?" Bucky scritched a finger against his chin. 

"I dunno, to hide your ugly mug?" Steve volleyed. 

"Is that what the scruff on your face is for?" Bucky poked him. "'Cause what's that about?"

"I didn't have time to shave while travelling." Steve said, "I'll shave it off when I shower later. Tony likes me clean-shaven, anyway." 

"Tony likes me clean-shaven, anyway." Bucky mocked in a jeering tone. "Jeez, the two a you are awful."

Steve paused, set his lips in a straight line and said, "'Cause the stubble can be scratchy when I'm rimming him." 

"Eugh. Yuck." Bucky shook his shoulders out. "What the fuck, eugh. Oh god, I'm gonna gag."

"Okay, drama queen." Steve rolled his eyes. He took the pause to push their suitcases up against the wall. Upon turning back, he found Bucky raising an eyebrow at him. 

"That's a homophobic remark." Bucky said.

"You're." Steve ran a hand over his face, "I'm too jet-lagged to listen to you right now."

"Good way to say you can't think of a comeback."

"Don't say comeback, it reminds me of—"

"Blah, blah, blah." Bucky stuck his fingers in his ears, "can't hear you, can't be traumatised by you and Tony." His voice rose higher with the second sentence, and it proved the "losing one sense amplifies the other senses" thing wrong because limiting his hearing was obviously causing an amp up in Bucky's lack of common sense and also, his (already debilitated and clearly debilitating further) sense of humour. 

Thankfully though, it seemed that the universe was immune from the senses thing because it was with an apt sense for timing that the doorbell chose that moment to ring out.

Steve let Bucky continue his immature performance, going up to open the door in the charmless host's stead. 

"Hey!" Sam greeted, takeout bags in both hands, "you're here!"

"Hey Sam," Steve returned, taking the takeout bags from him and moving them to the dining table, "good to see you, man. How've you been?" 

"Great, great." Sam said, "How're you? Travel safe?"

"Yeah, perfectly." Steve said, "Tony's just getting changed. You came back quick, eh?"

"Got lucky with the line." Sam said, "how's—man. What are you doing?"

Bucky took his fingers out of his ears and gave Sam a sheepish smile, "well, well, well." He said faux-menacingly, "if it isn't my least favourite person."

"Don't say that about Steve." Sam sidestepped, "and why're you acting like a child?" Without waiting for an answer, Sam entered the kitchen and the sound of running water followed. 

"FYI, this is why you're Dale in Tony's "Chip 'n Dale" analogy." Steve said. 

"Look at you, bein' such a supportive boyfriend." Bucky said. "Boy oh boy, I best be careful or I'll be out of the running for boyfriend of the year."

The lock of the bathroom door clicked and Tony came out in a grey sweatshirt and trousers. Steve decided to save the fact that they were both Steve's clothing items for later, when Tony was sleepy enough to only notice the reprimand and not how hot Steve got at the sight of it. Tony ran a hand through his hair as he asked, "I heard the door. Sam's here?"

"Kitchen." Steve jutted a thumb out, and Tony headed over to say hi. 

As the two began what sounded like an incredibly mature exchange of greetings, Steve and Bucky shared a short look. 

"We are not the immature ones in our relationship." Bucky insisted, "we are not the "Dale" of the relationship."

"I think they're brothers, anyway." Steve gave an involuntary rictus, "Tony's always multi-tasking when we watch films. It's a problem. I'm working on it."

"Yeah, okay." Bucky sighed. "Hey, Stevie, off the record?"

"The record that doesn't exist?" Steve asked, "that record?"

"The very same." Bucky cleared his throat. "I'm happy you're back together, you know? Real happy. You average each other out."

"In your favourites ranking or in general?" Steve asked. 

"Both, genius." Bucky said. "That's why you two work so well together." 

"Thanks, Bucky." Steve said. "You too, you know?"

"I know." Bucky said, giving him a genuine smile. That, more than anything, made Steve feel properly settled. He was out of business in taking other people's opinions on him and Tony getting back together, but Bucky was definitely the closest to being a person he could trust to know enough to be accurate and honest enough to be truthful. So—the fact that he approved, well. It just mattered.

Sam and Tony walked out of the kitchen, still chatting, with table mats in Sam's hands for the food.

"Hey, Tones." Bucky walked forward, "hey, buddy, come here." 

Tony made an "oof" sort of sound as Bucky came up and hugged him, matter-of-fact about it. The look Tony sent over to Steve over the shoulder was bamboozled. Befuddled. Somewhat begrudged. A tad bemused.

"Hey." Tony said, "you okay?"

"Yeah." Bucky patted him twice on the back and then stepped back. He pointed at Tony with the metal hand and at Steve with the other, "you two break up again, I'm suing you for psychiatric damage."

Tony's finger met Bucky's in a perversion of the E.T. greeting, pushing him back as he said, "Buckaroo, you couldn't afford me."

"Can we continue this over food?" Sam called out, "'cause I didn't wait twenty minutes for cold fast food."

"Sure thing, babe." Bucky grabbed Sam by the scruff of his neck and pulled him in for a tight hug and a peck on the cheek, "there, there. Didn't mean to make you feel left out." 

"I wasn't even—" Sam tried to shrug out the hug for a futile moment before quickly conceding to it, "whatever, okay."

"I don't want to break up," Tony sidled over to Steve, "but I do want to keep up with the psychiatric damage."

"Agree." Steve wrapped an arm around Tony's waist. 

"Should we fuck on his bed?" Tony suggested.

"Sam would suffer too, then, and he doesn't deserve it." Steve said, adding with a thoughtful tone, "let's do it on his old bike."

"We do average out." Tony said, and then, at Steve's startled surprise, "see, I can multi-task."

[alienmiilk]

hihii !! kurona and / or reo + 2, 5, 13, 30 for the character ask game ^^ ?

hehe thank u for the ask :3c i put it in readmore

2. When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you've sent me a character I don't like)

kurona: it actually took awhile!! i didn't really pay attention on my first read thru (where i usually dont read it that closely) but then i saw fanart of him n was like... wait, he has a braid strand? (the asymmetrical long piece of hair) then i found out he was pink n saw planet hotline and... well here i am. so tldr somewhere around my second read

reo: i don't know why but it's after i drew this, he was just fun to draw and then after that i was like oh wait i kinda like reo now

5. My favorite ship of them

kurona: w isagi!!! my bllk otp forever, they make me so happy 🥹 which i do think is funny sometimes bc i rlly like ships where they hate each other (a lot of my oc pairs are like this) but these two are just soso cute agh, my planet, what the hell

reo: tbh i don't ship him much. nagi/reo is probably the go-to here but i will say it's only when they're divorced bc i like divorced ppl. altho i wouldnt say theyre my fav, its just the most prominent

i liked kunigami/reo for a bit tho

13. Your favorite friendship they have

kurona: raichi, they're shark combi 🥹🥹🥹 ofc they havent interacted much but hey we're all here to be delusional ey. ALSO the times they have interacted? hilarious

this one's even more delusional but i strongly believe in pink braids duo (w chigiri)

also also altho igaguri isn't rlly that present in my mind, i do think its cute that him n kurona are good friends of some kind seeing as they were in the same group n how in the latest chapter he was seen patting his back after he got subbed out

reo: sjdfhksd i forgot what this team is actually called but that trio team w kunigami & chigiri, he's so sad over his breakup and theyre just like no king it's ok we got u

w nagi & chigiris also kyoot

ok so basically the answer here is actually chigiri???

30. The funniest scene they had?

kurona: this isnt even entirely him and u probably wouldnt even find it that funny, but when kaiser goes 'be careful who you follow' and then a chapter later kurona goes 'i'm following you isagi'. funniest thing to me

also this

weeeee

reo: kunigami holding him up by the collar like a sad wet cat when chigiri got taken

[anachronistic-falsehood]

👀👀👀👀👀 gimme as many as u wanna talk about i am sitting in the corner kicking my feet like masky marblehornets in entry 19

OOOOO U AND ROS HAVE BOTH SENT ME LIKE FIVE EYE EMOJIS OK. i gotta split this up evenly here we go

ohhhh i still have my fucking. sanders sides crime au. i had multiple fics planned for that series but i totally abandoned it. i will finish it eventually i think but the main fic is finished and that's what matters??? i guess??? idk i wanted to write a bunch of oneshots and such for it but. NOPE!!!! maybe someday tho, i got v attached to my version of the orange side and i want to write about him more i just don't know how to continue it at this point, i wrote myself into a corner here and i cannot get out

HOLY SHIT. MY OLD HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD BAND RPF FANTASY AU. WHAT THE FUCKKKK I FORGOT ABOUT THAT UNTIL I SAW IT IN MY DOCS JUST NOW. oh my god i wrote one fic and then i planned out a sequel and then i fucking stopped writing it. at this point i might as well write out the scenes i had planned in my head and just post that with some fuckin sparknotes summary of the rest of it bc i HATE leaving shit unfinished even if it's for a fandom i don't participate in anymore. it was about the members of the band being magical heroes from an ancient fantasy society and it was really fucking cool AND THEY HAD DRAGONS AND AGHGHHH THE WORLDBUILDING WAS SO FUCKING COOL. I REMEMBER HOW COOL THAT SHIT WAS. i drew up a MAP of the world. i was INVESTED. AGH. i should finish it i really really should. also in the hollywood undead rpf fics i had a ghost hunters au. which is also still unfinished. i am not touching that thing again which sucks because it was SO silly and fun to write but i just have no interest in it anymore </3 also listen to hollywood undead. their music slaps. by the fucking way

MY CTNTDUO SOULMATE AU. i had so many fucking plans for that. i was going to have a whole fucking series where they slowly got accustomed to each other and their fates being intertwined after so long apart. i had so many scenes planned, including but not limited to: quackity teaching wilbur how to fly after being groundbound for 13 years in limbo, protecting tommy together once cdream escapes prison, going on the hunt for cdream after learning the full extent of what happened in exile, wilbur leaving for utah and quackity deciding to go visit him and having an annoyed but tearful and silly and incredibly psychocompetetive reunion <3 kinda sad i never finished it!!! oh well shit happens

what else we got. cfundy and yogurt centric oneshot collection!! was planning on continuing with it and having the las nevadas crew be babysitters for yogurt and engage in silly hijinks and shenanigans!!! i also planned for a cfundy and cwilbur reconciliation!!!! unfortunately i never continued it after the second oneshot. sad! oh well there's other stories <3

[dusk-army-blog]

"So, another 'hero' breaches the keep," Sir Lain called out to the young man at the base of the grand staircase. The general sighed and began his descent, the jangling of plate and chain punctuating his every step. "To what do I owe the intrusion this time? Wait, don't tell me; I'd like to guess first." Stopping at the first landing, he looked over the intruder. Leather armor, no crest. Neither shield nor helmet. Sword slung over the shoulder like a common tool, Lain observed, No more than seventeen. A mere child. "Your farm was destroyed when Queen Wyndall took the throne, your parents slain before you were even allowed to know them. You desire vengeance for them, their countrymen, and everyone else crushed beneath the heel of my lady's boots. Am I wrong?"

The boy's face twisted into a snarl. "Don't mock me, Lain!" he shouted, swinging his worn blade for emphasis, "Your queen and her ambitions took everything from me! And you helped her do it! With you gone, the rightful ruler of our country shall be restored!" Sir Lain chuckled at that last part.

"Ah, of course," the general replied, "How could I have forgotten the missing piece? You've been trained by old 'Lord' Brian, have you?" He tapped his fingers against the stone railing as he continued his descent. "How quaint. Let's see if he trained you any better than the last two 'heroes'."

The boy began to charge up the stairs, rearing his arms back to strike with his sword, but Lain leapt toward him rather than away, sending both of them crashing to the bottom. "That would be a 'no', then," he commented as he stood up, "Attacking an opponent with a height advantage? How did you even get past my worst soldiers?" The boy stumbled to his feet, using his sword as a crutch. "Drop your blade, child. There's still a way out of this where you live."

"Never!" the boy said, returning to a fighting stance, "I'd rather die free than live another day under your tyranny!"

"That's a shame," SirLain sighed. The general drew his sword with a slow motion, forcing every inch of steel to scrape against the scabbard in the hopes of demoralizing his opponent. "You remind me of my younger days," he commented as he entered his stance, "Brash, driven, nothing to lose. A child indebted to a remnant of a bygone kingdom. Many would say, we're not so different. And yet, they'd be so, terribly, wrong."

The general stepped forward, feinting a swipe from the right. The boy moved to parry it, falling right into the trap. With his left hand, Lain grabbed his opponent by the wrist and turned, using the momentum to force the boy to the floor. "Agh!" the boy cried out as the general pressed an armored knee against his back.

"You don't even know why you're here, boy," Lain said, forcing his captive's head to the side to look at the engraving in the floor. "Do you see this crest? It belongs to Queen Wyndall. This is her castle, by right of birth. Your fool of a mentor, Brian, served the king who deposed her father, just as I serve the queen who deposed him. I should have executed him when I had the chance."

"LIES!" the boy shouted. He struggled against the general's grasp, which only prompted the latter to drag him from the floor and tie his arms with the cord from a nearby curtain. "You killed my father! I'll never forgive you!"

"It was a war," Sir Lain replied, "I neither need nor desire your forgiveness. The gods will judge me for my actions when the time comes. As for you..." The general stepped back to recover the boy's sword and pointed it at his throat. "You're a pawn in a decade long game, the last of many being sacrificed by a player that refuses to admit he lost, a sad old man's vain attempt at taking one more piece before he's forced into checkmate." The boy closed his eyes as the general raised the blade above his head, waiting for the inevitable, then winced as he heard the clatter of steel against steel. Sir Lain had bent the sword over his knee, snapping it in two. "I'm going to do what I should have done to the last two. I'm going to make you live to see why you're wrong."

[angelasscribbles]

Ok, Ok, Ok....so first of all, you have NO IDEA how fucking excited I am this is finally up!!! Seriously! I'm just over here like....

So let's get started!!!! (grab a snack, I have a lot to say, this is gonna take a minute)

My WhatsApp crew for their (loving) hounding, harassment, and encouragement

I mean, first of all, you're welcome but really I should be thanking you for allowing me to see the advanced copy if you will. I love, love, love bouncing ideas with you!!!

Except the incredible remorse Liam felt.

I mean.....yeah....ouch. He loves her, he wants her, but now he's put a knife through his best friend's heart and that's gotta sting.

Yet, for all his fury, there was a tiny piece of him that was not surprised. That wondered why it took any of them so long to speak the truth they all shared.

yep. Part of him knew all along.

She’s clinging to him

ouch.

Can I take a moment to say how much I love the way you took time to show each person's perspective?

she instinctively pulled Liam closer to her. She needed his protection, his validation that she wasn’t an adulteress whore.

I know some people might just blame her, but I can feel her pain here, you portrayed it so clearly! She really does have feelings for them both. I think she loves Drake but she's in love with Liam and that's where her heart truly is.

I never wanted you to find out this way, Drake. I swear it. I know you don’t believe me, but I do have love for you. I do want your happiness. I always have. It’s just my love for Liam is stronger and … and I think he may be my happiness.

and there it is.

Instead, she drew closer to the naked couple, marveling at how they clung to each other.

Desperately.  

This was just gold.

“PUT YOUR FUCKING CLOTHES ON!” he thundered before crossing the doorway and slamming the door heavily behind him.

AGH! I can feel his pain and anger and even so, this is still a bit of him making things easier for her.

Again.....

Ok....the entire scene in the library was so fucking good that I can't possible pick lines out of it or I'd just be quoting the entire goddamn thing!!! I'm gonna try though.

Listen, the emotions you gave us!!!!!

“SHE IS STILL MY WIFE!” he hollered, his cheeks darkening with rage.

Riley’s face twisted with anger; this brazen hussy was coming on to Riley’s husband IN HER FACE, yet the Duchess was the harlot. Her eyes held a flicker of fear; what if Drake accepted?

Clearly neither one of them are one hundred percent sure they are over.

Also, Marguerite is a fucking hoot!

“That’s the entire purpose, darling.”

“Flexible is my favorite word. Lead the way,” Marguerite instructed as she looped her arm through Leo’s.

I fucking LOVE them together! What? How? I don't know, but something about them makes sense to me!

Drake rolled his eyes. “You need to shut the fuck up, Your Majesty.”

I know this is serious and he's pissed (rightly so) but still, this made me LOL

“DO YOU?” The question exploded from Drake, causing Riley to jump slightly at the harshness in his voice. “Obviously you don’t, judging by your choice of words! Because this is so much more than disappointment. THIS is undiluted heartbreak! THAT woman,” Drake pointed to Riley, “was my sum total of EVERYTHING!”

and I'm back to heartbroken for him

“Don’t,” he pleaded in a broken voice.

The bottle of brandy shattered against the wall closest to Liam. The monarch continued to prepare drinks, seemingly unperturbed.

🤣🤣🤣🤣Liam just like.....

“NO! NO, I CANNOT HEAR HER OUT! Do you know when I wanted to hear her out? When I was willing to listen to BOTH of you? WHEN I WAS ASKING ABOUT MY MARRIAGE! And you both LIED TO ME! TO.MY.FACE!”

Man has a point.....

“I wanted to tell you, but Riley wished to spare your feelings for what was supposed to be a brief fling. I have neither excuse nor explanation for my lack of actions. I was … I am a coward and a cad.” His blue eyes held Drake’s wrath-filled gaze. “And I regret nothing.”

Why do I love this line so much? Yes, this sucks, it's painful, everyone is hurting. But he loves her and he'd do it all again just to be with her. My fucking heart!

Drake took a step towards Riley; Liam moved swiftly and protectively in front of her.

OOOHHHHHH shit just got real! Protective Liam is hot, Drake seeing him feel like he's a threat, after what they've done to him....fucking ouch.

Dark chocolate eyes went to Riley. “Just tell me this, if there were no Liam … could you have loved me the way I needed you to?”

Just rip my heart out why don't you?

It was because of Liam she was willing to destroy Drake. She said it herself.

Oh no......

He can’t do this to me again!

This is how they got into this mess to start with! GAHHHHH

He held his hand out, palm up. “Give me back my ring,” he ordered in a tone that brooked no argument.

Riley’s nonplussed gaze snapped towards Drake. “WHAT? NOOOO! It’s my WEDDING ring, Drake!”

Liam watched the couple, a stoic expression on his face. Riley’s reaction confirmed he had made the right decision, as painful as it was.

The angst all the way around!!!!! She was going to tell him it was over but she doesn't want to give up the ring? Yeah, she's still torn, and Liam sees it and here he goes trying to be all fucking noble and shit.

I love the juxtaposition of her looking at the things at Valtoria, bouncing back and forth between things that came from or reminded her of each man.

Her eyes widened and her heart dropped into her stomach as her gaze went from the caller ID to the visitor, and back again.

I hope we get the next chapter and the answer to who's in the room and who's on the phone before four more years go by!

. It’s a win-win darling.”

she's right and they are somehow perfect for each other!

So, this was just a roller coaster of magnificent emotions!!

So many times we don't get the entirety of a situation. You have taken the time to show us all of the emotions of all of the people involved and they are deep, painful, complex, confusing, all of the things that real people feel! Your characters are three dimensional, they are relatable and they fucking EMOTE!

I don't want just a salad, I want the meat and potatoes of a story and you have delivered!

Drama, angst, pain, suffering longing, love, devotion, anger, betrayal, this is a fucking feast! You have given us not just the salad, meat, and potatoes, but also appetizers, an entire fucking soup course and dessert!!!

I can't quiet put into words just how much I love this chapter. It was worth the wait!

and a fun new ship as a bonus!!!!

This was amazing, awesome, fabulous.....I don't think I know enough adjectives to adequately express how great this is!!!!

I think I speak for everyone when I say we need

The Commoner’s Wife--Chapter 6: Three Blind Mice

It has been one long, hot-ass hour since I have updated this series (Chapter 5 was posted 8/4/2019), but it’s back. This is not a drill, not a one-off while I fart around with a kajillion other stories. Chapter 6 is FINALLY here, and there are so many people to thank:

@moodmusicmonday and their annual #Luck of the Draw event; the song I was assigned, Just Say When by Nothing More, spawned so many story ideas but Commoner’s Wife kept popping up the more I listened to the lyrics.

@sfb123 for her patience with me and my erratic schedules

My WhatsApp crew for their (loving) hounding, harassment, and encouragement

My hand-holding crew: @ao719, @bebepac, @angelasscribbles, and @umccall71

So, what happens now that Drake unequivocally knows the truth? Buckle up and find out!

THANK YOU to all who will read this story; if you are new to the hot mess that is TCW, you can catch up on this “one-shot” here. Please excuse any and all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors.

MS Editor rates this fic as 99% error-free.

It has been soooo long since the last chapter, I have no idea who, if any, of the original story fans are around, and if they are even still interested if they are. Using my current tag list and encouraging you to tell a friend.

Rating M for Mature (adult themes, cursing)

Pairings: Liam x Riley; Riley x Drake

Book: TRR/TRH

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Song Inspiration: Just Say When, Nothing More

Word Count: 6,336

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[jubiilee13]

HI I SAW YOUR POST AND IM SUPER SPEEDY SO HERE :D

name - lana :)

pronouns - she/they

sexuality - bisexual

physical appearance thing - 5'7, brown curly hair, brown eyes, i have like those doe eyes (is that what theyre called????)

hobbies - band (PERCUSSION WOOOO), sketching, listening to music, writing

fave musical artist - probably a tie between lemon demon and pinkpantheress

fave song - "ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?" - tyler the creator

other things to know - ummm i can be a very clingy person and find love messages rly rly rly rly cute :D

HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A GOOD DAY <3 /p

AHHHH ILY U R SO FAST JIOEJGIOROGIJRGIJORIJOGRJIO

OK OK SO

cc!

--

WILBUR.

100%

THE LENGTHY MF IS YOUR SOULMATE

AGH

ok so he would LOVE listening to you play your instrument(s)!!

he would definitely try to get u a lil solo in a lovejoy song and whenever it plays he would be like "THATS MY S/O GUYS"

and whenever you are drawing/writing he would just admire how concentrated you looked, but when he finally sees what u wrote/drew he would be like "HOLY CRAP WOAH I WAS NOT EXPECTING IT TO BE SO GOOD-" like mf would just praise you

HE THINKS UR SO TALENTED!!

oo oo and if you like humming/singing he would very much secretly film u humming/singing ur fav songs

he listens to that on loop whenever he misses you!!!! AGH-

OH OH OH- and when he has to go film/stream, before he does he leaves lil notes all over ur house to remind you to take care of urself and telling you how much he loves you

you would definitely be his human armrest at times-

KISSES WITH WIL?! AGH SO PERFECT- he will either bend down and press a lil kiss on ur nose/ forehead or (if you don't mind being picked up) he would lift you up to kiss you

SORRY THIS IS SO PERFECT I CANT- ASIOJREJIOIOJARSRJGIOS

and your doe eyes? AGH IT COULD MAKE HIM DO ANYTHING FOR YOU-

you could be like "can you run to get f/f (fav food)" and it could be 4 am and he would be sprinting with those long legs to get whatever it is you need-

he also likes cuddles

lots of cuddles

SO MANY CUDDLES-

shshshsh overall he loves u a lot :D

now...

c!

TUBBO!

TUBBO TUBBO TUBBO

omg you two are such a perfect duo

HE LOVES LISTENING TO U PLAY UR INSTRUMENT AGAEOIHFEQHIOUFHIOUW

he would definitely end up making a lil piano duet thing with you two

He loves how clingy u are!!

Hugs

lots of hugs

SO MANY HUGS

also will do anything for your doe eyes.

like i mean anything-

You ask him to kill one of ur enimies? hes on it right away

SMH U TWO ARE SO PERFECT AGHDAOIHFEJOIHFOIGW

sorry i dont have as many eadcannons for c! tubbo, couldnt really think of many but i hope u like the wilbur bit!!!

:D

SUPER COOL OK BYE <3

[sunny6677]

THE AUDIO LOGS OF ANDREW HUDSON.

SUMMARY: The following are real audio tapes of tapes left by an animator at the forgotten studio Joey Drew Studios. Please ensure that you are ready to listen with these with caution, dear listener. What you may hear may cause you to never want to hear again. What you may picture may make you never want to see again. Please be aware of the consequences you may have if you do not have permission to listen to these tapes. If not permitted, then [REDACTED]. You have been warned.

(This is fiction btw, so no worries-- I know some people with anxiety issues might think this is real so this is just a clarification.)

TW FOR CHAPTER/TAPE: NONE.

TW FOR SERIES: MANIPULATION, TRANSFORMATION, UNHEALTHY MINDSET, OBSESSIONS, CULTS, CULT MENTIONS, MURDER, IMPLIED SEXUAL TRAUMA, OUTBURSTS, DRUGS.

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TAPE #15

THE VOICE OF SAMMY LAWRENCE & ANDREW HUDSON.

1933, DAY UNKNOWN.

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[30 SECONDS OF COMPLETE SILENCE. SAMMY IS HEARD SIGHING, BUT HE DOES NOT SPEAK FOR THE REMAINDER OF THE TIME.]

A: "Hey, Sammy!"

S: "Agh!"

A: "Ah, sorry— didn't mean to scare ya, pal. Shit, that's a large violin ya got there! Ya playin' that song from earlier?"

S: [SIGHS] "I was trying to come up with a completely different song since Joey didn't like the one from earlier, but since you rudely interrupted me—"

A: "Joey didn't like it? Gee, he must be real tired if he didn't like that good of a song."

S: "No, he's not tired, he just didn't like the song. And now, I have to start all over again."

A: "Oh damn— that sucks, ya gonna be okay? Sounds real frustrating to have to start all over again."

S: "Yes, I'll be fine. Now if you don't mind, I am going to get back to making this song. So I would suggest getting the hell out of here."

A: "Eh? But why? I wanna hear what ya have so far, 'specially considerin' your the head musician 'ere! Go on, play what ya have so far. I'd like to hear."

S: "...why? You gain nothing from hearing it."

A: "Yeah, but I gain the awesome memory of hearing cool as fuck music from the one and only Sammy Lawrence himself. So come on, play it!"

S: "...fine. If it'll make you leave."

A: "Hell yeah!"

[SOFT VIOLIN MUSIC BEGINS TO PLAY IN THE TUNE OF THE SONG THAT IS KNOWN AS "ANGELIC MELODIES". THERE IS NO TALKING FOR HOW LONG IT LASTS(WHICH IS ABOUT A GOOD MINUTE).]

S: "This.. is all I have right now. I'm trying to find a good way to continue it so if you could please.. why— where did that violin come from?"

A: "You, uh.. had it in the corner, so.. do.. do you wanna continue the song or not?"

S: "I.. I didn't even know you could play violin."

A: "Eh, barely.. I only slightly remember the musical lessons I had when I still went to school. Anyway, do you wanna continue the song or nah?"

S: "...maybe this will get him to finally leave."

A: "Huh?"

S: "N— Nothing, i... fine, I guess you can continue the song with me if that will make you happy."

A: "Hell yeah, now, hm..."

[A VIOLIN PLAYS AGAIN, BUT IN A SLIGHTLY HIGHER PITCH THAN THE ONE BEFORE. A SECOND VIOLIN PLAYING A DEEPER MELODY JOINS IN. THIS CONTINUES, UNTIL THE MUSIC BRIEFLY STOPS.]

A: "...maybe this should be the part Susie comes in."

S: "Yeah, sure.."

[THE VIOLINS BEGIN TO PLAY DIFFERENT NOTES, BUT SLOWLY PACED. THIS CONTINUES ON FOR A GOOD 2 MINUTES, BEFORE IT STOPS.]

A: "Woo, hell yeah! Maybe you should write that shit down on your little music thingy, that sounded hella awesome!"

S: "Yeah, yeah.. why did you decide to become an animator if you could play violin?"

A: "Huh?.. Well, just cuz I'm good at something doesn't mean I should like it. I've always found myself drawn to animation more, as much as I do like music, I'd rather draw since it's easier and I can focus better. Anyway, ya wanted me to leave, right?"

S: "..yes, I suppose so."

A: "Alright, well, see ya then! Can't wait to hear Susie sing this shit!"

[FOOTSTEPS WALK AWAY FROM THE TAPE, AND THE DOOR CLOSES.]

S: "...God, what just happened?.. Oh well, at least he's finally gone. You can finally continue your work now, Sammy.. but.. the notes he played did sound good as well.. no— no, what am I thinking? This is my work, not his.. he doesn't decide what I put in the song or not."

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NOTES: ANDREW COULD APPARENTLY PLAY THE VIOLIN AS WELL. ANDREWS WORDS ALSO IMPLIED THAT HE USED TO GO TO A SCHOOL BEFORE HE WENT TO THE ORPHANAGE. THE RESEARCHERS ARE INVESTIGATING HIS WORDS THOROUGHLY.