#i just wrote silly little stories

[gilbirda]

I fee like people are milking the Anger Management ship a little too often now when there are other ships they can go with. The only Danny x Cass ship that sailed and I’ve seen is in Lex Luther’s Ascent from Supervillainy to Fatherhood 😃 I kind of want to see Jazz and Dick getting closer because of being the oldest and/or Danny and a super kid! Danny x Duke is a ship that no one wants to dip their feet in 😔 they could bond over having powers or maybe everlasting quartet 🤔 (sam x danny x val x tucker) sorry im good at giving ideas out im just horrible at executing them 😭 also, Jazz x Babs? their ship Name could be Oracle Specter? Bc some hc jazz as a liminal and oracle liminal doesn’t sound as good 😀

Friend, I'll be real with you, I don't see the point of this message.

The following answer is not for you specifically, is to everyone out there that has said something similar. I can't just ignore it anymore.

I will say this once: why the need to stomp on something to highlight another? Why start with "I think Anger Management is too common/used/repetitive, when we could be doing this instead."

I'm sorry but this rubs me the wrong way, and I cannot find in me the energy to play nice when it isn't the first time I've seen people stomp on my favorite ship for the sole purpose to try and highlight other ships.

The sad part? I like other ships. Jazz/Dick (Nightbirds), Danny/Cass (Dead Silent) and all those you mentioned are okay.

(Jazz/Babs is Red Dead Redemption, but it can be changed)

Like, what's the point? Guilt trip people into making content for other ships? Make me feel bad enough so I write for other ships instead? I am not the DPxDC ships wizard, I don't wake up one day and decide which ship becomes popular.

I just saw the potential for Jazz and Jason, how interesting their dynamics could be, and run with it. I'm happy that my rarepair has become so popular that it has antis and detractors, it's such an honor to have started the fire that took my OTP out of rarepair hell.

But, please.

If anybody out there likes other ships? That's great!

Now go make content for it.

Don't go into mine, or other writer's, inbox and try to guilt trip people into making content for your ship. Or make vagueing posts in the Anger Management tag complaining about it.

Be the change you want to see.

I wrote nearly 100k words of my ship before I saw other people that wasn't me making posts and AUs about them. Before I saw more fics with that ship posted in AO3.

I just sat down and made content.

"Why are people sleeping on these ships?"

"Why isn't [CharacterA/CharacterB] more popular?"

"Anger Management is great, but I'd prefer if it was done this way instead."

THEN GO MAKE THE CONTENT YOURSELF.

Again, this isn't an attack on you personally, is a PSA to anybody out there being pissy about Anger Management and shitting on it just to make other ships look better or more interesting; or wondering out loud why this ship is popular and their ship is not, behaving as if it were all a plot to make Anger Management more popular on purpose.

Stop that.

Multiple ships can coexist in peace, no need to put down the popular ships unnecessarily. Is not rocket science.

[autisticlenaluthor]

kinda sad bc I've never been more proud of my writing than I am of the fics I'm putting out right now. and they're the fics that nobody seems to be reading

[avirael]

Sparing you the direct side by side comparison here but I really think Nhagi’ra has a bit of Flynn Rider energy, as in he’s a charming but kind idiot. Maybe a little more silly/clumsy than Flynn 🤭

Imagine him just walking by and seeing a woman attacked by some monster. Of course he heroically rushes to her help just that he slips/trips, falls down down a ravine or something and breaks his leg.

Meanwhile said woman (who can absolutely save herself) chases away the monster on her own and finds him stuck and whining.

Still he immediately puts on his most self-assured, charming face to impress her, which pathetically fails of course.

I Imagine it goes like this:

“Can you walk?”

“Of course I ca- Aaaah! - No! No, I can’t…”

“Alright, let me help you…”

[gaybearwedding]

hi hi hello i have been gone forever due to various reasons such as “work” and “mental illness” and “having developed a kpop hyperfixation that has been occupying most of my attention recently” but i need everyone to know that i saw off book live twice last week (in philly with a friend and then in nyc with my girlfriend) and it was truly so everything. i didn’t get many pictures but i did get a few and none of them are very good but one of them is of jess’ amazing stool balancing act and that’s all i need really

[wetcatspellcaster]

"What if I told you I love you" "You'd be lying" "*laughing* But a beautiful lie, nonetheless...." - hahahahahaha screaming crying throwing up

[distraughtlesbian]

cas’s every other line of dialogue in chapters 1-8: vampires are infinitely superior to humans you are the prey and we are the predators i am so sexy and dangerous i jump off cliffs for fun i kill and murder people and no one tells me shit about it i could end you with a thought

gabe, teaching mc how to defend themselves against vampires: ya you just gotta plant your feet :)

[lanatusnebula]

Megaman Ships

Don't read this if you're expecting me to mention Classic or Starforce at all.

My ships... I have art stashed but it's really weird. The environment of the internet has shifted drastically over the years, and I think some people take things too seriously. But... I ship things. I'm not trying to make a big deal about it, just want to gush about the stuff I like. :) (and don't like)

The X series

I really love the X series to bits! I actually don't ship any of the characters here. I think they're all precious in their own way, though. X and Zero, as a kid, I never really shipped.

But I guess things change over time.

Some people make some wondrous content showing how close the two could actually be. It's endearing...

I don't like Iris's writing or how some people insist she's The One To Ship With Zero. Even if it's suggested like... in minute ways, I just... dunno. It feels like the devs wanted people to ship X and Zero but it was too GAY so they made a female X and said "have at it." Which... is so weird? Everything Zero could've liked about Iris, we see X exhibit those exact traits, AND MORE. It could be the "Zero just might be a heterosexual so he isn't into X", but I mean, if Dmmd taught me anything, it's that seeking out female versions of the guy you're totally not into doesn't work out.

Alia is a cool character! Reducing her to simply X's flat and 2D love interest was... depressing. I loved how she had a kill streak in x6! It made her super interesting. Idk what happened in... was it x8? Like, get that game away from me.

Axl is a cutie pie but he's more husbando material than he is shipping material for me. He just wants to sit at the cool kid's table and managed to nab a seat...

I dunno.

Layer is hot tho ha

aha

haha

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The Zero series

I lost my fucking mind with this series. I went from "I don't ship robots in this cool game" to just mix and matching everyone in every which-way.

Some weirdo freaks got me into shipping Omega Zero with Copy X. Do not ask how that is logical or what could possibly be their dynamic. I just like the aesthetic. It makes no sense. They didn't coexist in the same room. Ever.

Ciel x Fefnir is like my guilty ship. Most of my AUs seem to naturally form some sort of organic bond between them subconsciously. Fefnir, though a hot head, seems like the kind of guy who's a good sport. I like the idea of little ol' Ciel crushing on the football player lookin guy, and he thinks that she's adorable in her own right. You know - X's whole inherent love of humans or whatever I probably made up. That's my justification.

I obviously ship Harpuia and Zero.

Where some people find cyberelf X and Zero to be top shelf, I raise the offer "yes but he can actually touch Harpuia without absorbing him like every other cyberelf". (I will admit I love shipping Cyberelf X with Zero in that very strange maternal-esque "I will embrace your corpse so that you may rest forever" edgelord shit. I snort it daily don't worry.)

Harpuia rescuing Zero for no Fucking Reason in z2 fucked me up. Why'd you do that? What'd you do that for? You picked him up and rode on your shitty little bird to drop him off at the correct address, so you even knew where Ciel and friends were staying? Right after Zero off'd your beloved X? Yeah? You did that why? (I know it's probably related to that whole chapter where Harpuia is nearly a better ruler than Copy X and just makes all the right choices in contrast to his previous ruler blah blah blah) But what if it's because he has programmed into him the same unbreakable love for Zero (platonically) that X had? We know that the guardians get some sort of weird high when fighting Zero so... why not further fuck up that interpretation of X and Zero's relationship?

I really like portraying Harpuia as being the only one who didn't completely cave in and go bonkers from battling Zero. He just sort of kept it inside. Poorly. And it comes out in small amounts via weird actions. Leviathan I portray mostly as a kid with a magnifying glass over some ants, Fefnir as the kinda guy to just be an adrenaline junkie, and Phantom thought it was a flaw in his programming so he blew up.

Cyberelf X and Copy X is GOOD SHIT MM THAT'S SOME GOOD SHIT 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

My only justification of it is either Cyberelf X hates his guts or is Copy X's only friend. And Copy X's emotions are already fucked up like every other inch of his programming.

Ciel and Copy X though I ship them in a familial sense. He's obsessed with protecting her and Ciel is like "I made him! :)" I've got some pics lying around (they're gone) of Ciel reading ancient books to Copy X while he lays in her bed at night. She says it's to help him sleep, but since that isn't How Reploids Work, he's really there to pretend to fall asleep when he notices Ciel is about to. Then when she passes out he stares at her all night, stroking her hair. Like a freak. But please, it's not romantic; I do not want it to be at all. I just want him to be weird.

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ZX series.

Get your tomatoes ready. I'm finna make an ass outta myself. ;(

OG Prometheus and Aile is a new ship. I can't... explain this one? I don't know.

The AU I'm writing has Grey retreive the original body plans for Prometheus and Pandora from the lab he was made in, near end game before Prometheus and Pandora bite the bucket. Presuming that Flueve and friends aboard the Guardian can make bodies themselves (fuck you I don't think Ciel was making new bodies for everyone solo), Grey asks Aile if they can give Pandora and Prometheus a second chance, since they're likely controlled by Model W. She says "what are you smoking". I just like Grey to be selfless in the dumbest ways imaginable.

Pandora and Prometheus dies. I think it is stupid that they get left behind, so I imagine that he used model F megaman form thing to drag them out (like how Aile should've done herself in the first game) flops their corpses at Aile's doorstep and is like "I got the EC to pay for this." And shenanigans happen. They rebuild their old bodies, do some wacky techno shit with their DNA and put it in the new bodies akin to how reploids age in canon (assumption). Prometheus and Pandora wake up as normal ass people.

But they're also lowkey enlsaved by the Guardians because like uhh um uhh ummm "you owe us. but forever" and they're ok with this and something about duplicating model w don't ask It's fucking stupid I'm insecure about it but they can megamerge into their old forms but aren't allowed to go ape shit and prometheus and aile become sorta close in that antagonizing way because she has to watch him closely while pandora hangs out with grey like a little brother and it's all warm and fuzzy and they have no problems (i stole the idea from the stupid japanese site's weird little roleplay things) that's her little buddy you know and don't worry about it i just ship aile and prometheus

My Girouette ships are off limits. I'd be sentenced to death.

I ship Siarnaq and Grey because my AI roleplay partner shoved it onto me with rose prose and I was like "... you know what? this will work". My ship count is being dominated by the sheer number of AUs and oneshots I've written about those two. Ask and I will divulge

some

of them. But otherwise I'm mmgngngjghgngmgnggnmgngm Really Grey being an unaging kid complicates things. I'm pretty sure he doesn't have a life span, and I do not subscribe to the "reploids naturally grow" head canon because it's pretty stupid to think technology got that far when it was stated in-game that it isn't. that's like Legends shit.

I ship Thetis one-sided with Aile because it's Extremely Funny. No other reason.

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Legends series

I don't really ship anything I just think everyone is precious and adorable. I Guess I like the dynamic between Tronn Bonne and Volnuttsack. It's neat. I don't think about it beyond seeing it on the screen though.

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Exe Series

Uh. Hm.

I just really like Megaman.exe himself. I don't ship anyone consciously...???? I think I just admire them all from afa-

No

I ship Zero.exe with Zero.

I ship it really bad.

[girl-bateman]

Gaslighting, my old friend, I'll fall for you every single time <3

[razzle-zazzle]

Whumptober Day 15: i don't need you to help me, i can handle things myself

"I'm fine." + Suppressed Suffering

2335 Words; Raz Gets A Nap AU, based off of this ask answered by @erigold13261

AO3 ver

Mirtala shifted her grip on the portrait, trying to keep it from falling out of her hands.

She wobbled, a bit, as Queepie shuffled forwards—the heavy portrait was not working in her favor. And the straightjacket hanging off her shoulders wasn’t helping, either. It was long enough to cover Queepie’s face, and it was screwing with her balance just as bad as the portrait.

At least Queepie was the one holding the trophy. And at least they’d been able to close the jacket so that Queepie had enough of a gap to see through it. He shuffled forwards, Mirtala using every trick she had to hold her balance atop his head. Maybe she should be standing on her hands and holding the portrait with her legs?

“Greetings, Dr. Loboto.”

Well, too late to change positions now. Mirtala did her best to hold still as Crispin continued.

“Good to see your face.” Crispin drawled. Mirtala couldn’t see his through the portrait. “I see you’re wearing your favorite jacket, and if I may say so, your claw is looking especially menacing today.” It sounded like he fell for the disguise, though, and Queepie wasn’t making any moves to start running away.

“Up to the secret laboratory then, is it?” Crispin stepped to the side, coming into the edge of Mirtala’s view. She angled the portrait towards him as the sound of metal hinges grating sounded off in front of her. The elevator gate? Queepie shuffled over to it, careful not to ruin Mirtala’s balance as he spun around.

“Taking her up yourself this time, eh Doctor?” Crispin’s voice continued, and Mirtala did her best not to wobble. “Less work for me!” Mirtala heard the sound of the gate closing, then—

“Inmate Whytehead.” Oh, was that Fred? Fred was nice. Mirtala and Queepie got to play the board game in his head.

Whatever Crispin said in response was drowned out by the grind of the elevator going up, up, up, the sudden motion making Queepie stumble. Mirtala wobbled, the portrait threatening to drag her to the ground. She let it fall, not caring about the way it clattered. Crispin wasn’t here to see it, anyway—she didn’t need it anymore.

As the elevator came to a stop, Mirtala flung off the jacket. “Let’s go.” She urged, hopping off of Queepie as the gate opened.

Queepie followed after her. “It looks like a hospital.” He commented, as they crossed over the wooden bridge onto checkered tile.

“That’s because it is, dummy.” Mirtala replied as they continued through the twisting hall. Light floated down from a hole in the ceiling, the chunks big on the floor. Mirtala clambered up over them, Queepie jumping up with the help of a glowing brain ball. “It’s a…” She tried to find the exact words for it, and settled on, “hospital for brain stuff.” That wasn’t the word that she’d heard for it, but it was close enough.

“Yeah, well, it’s a sad hospital.” Queepie decided, using his brain ball to jump over a pile of mattresses. He came back over them after a moment, “It’s all dirty.”

“Because it hasn’t been cleaned, duh.” Mirtala skipped up the steps to the next floor, Queepie keeping pace. Ever since he went into Miss Milla’s head, he’d been hopping and gliding around on his brain ball like it was the coolest thing.

Mirtala wasn’t jealous. She wasn’t. So what if she wasn’t a weird fortune teller like Queepie (or Raz or Frazie)? She was an Aquato! She was a proud acrobat! She didn’t need silly mind tricks.

Mirtala nodded. Yeah. Even with his brain ball, she could easily keep up with Queepie. So really, he just needed the extra help.

They continued on, through poorly-lit halls that twisted around and around. They had to leap over a hole in the floor once, Mirtala grabbing onto a swinging light to get herself across while Queepie boosted his jump with his brain ball. He kept ducking into side rooms, searching for Psi-Cards as he went. Mirtala followed once she realized that the campers’ brains were similarly scattered around.

“It doesn’t squeak like a mouse…” She murmured, holding Benny’s brain. It also wasn’t who she was after—but it wouldn’t make sense for Lili’s brain to be left out in the open, Mirtala decided.

Something squeaked.

Mirtala and Queepie turned to the source of the noise. A rat stood before them, shaking in place. Its head was swollen in two shaking lobes, and it squeaked once more before bursting.

Mirtala wailed. Green gas pooled out from where the rat’s body remained, and Queepie ducked away. The world spun, everything swirling together as Mirtala shook—

And then the confusion faded away, and Mirtala had to run to catch up with Queepie. “Wait up!” She demanded.

Mirtala didn’t glance back at the rat as she continued. More rats came, and it wasn’t long before Queepie switched to shooting at them as they advanced, ducking in and out of rooms and over debris and old beds. A rusty wheelchair rolled past them, pushed by one of the rats exploding, its wheels squeaking and making Mirtala jump.

Queepie jumped higher, though, so at least Mirtala wasn’t the only one startled.

“I hate this place.” Mirtala muttered. She kept hearing weird sounds and squeaks, everything was dangerous and run-down, and the rats kept coming at them and exploding. It was awful. Absolutely awful. Mirtala wanted to find her friend and get out of here as soon as possible.

“Stop being a baby.” Queepie responded, already moving on. “We gotta find Lili.”

“I’m not a baby!” If anything, Queepie was a baby. Mirtala was a big girl! “This whole place is just awful!” It was poorly lit, the shadows crawling around the halls like icky sticky bugs, and Mirtala had seen no sign of her friends. Just more twisting halls going up and up and up.

Worse than the rats, and the broken floors and walls, worse than the dark and the fog—

It was quiet, outside of the rats. The only footsteps were their own, padding up and down the halls. Mirtala could hear her own breathing, hear every whimper when one of the rats startled her.

Which meant Queepie could hear it, too.

But Mirtala could also hear Queepie’s breathing, the way it sped up the further in they got. Mirtala wasn’t stupid—Queepie was just as scared as her. Her little brother was scared and the only thing Mirtala could offer was her own fear, the fear they shared as they climbed.

They went up another set of stairs. The floor was tilted, up here, off-kilter. Mirtala danced across it to the next door, ignoring the unease forming in her gut. Queepie clambered up onto the broken wall, the outside world spilling out before them.

“We’re so high.” Mirtala breathed, staring out at the night. A large part of her was thrilled—not even the trapeze in the Aquatodome could go this high! She could see across the lake from here!

But the reason they were up here clung to her like sweat, cold and slimy in the small of her back. Lili had been taken. Chloe had been taken.

Everyone had been taken, and Mister Sasha and Miss Milla were too busy doing something else to do anything about it. It was up to Mirtala and Queepie.

(Even though Mirtala had scarcely any idea what she was doing. She had to do it, because there was nobody else but Queepie.)

The next jump was too high for Mirtala to reach. Queepie stood on his brain ball, the light of it cutting through the gloom. “Get on.” He held out his hand, and Mirtala only frowned a little before taking it. She wasn’t jealous. Not one bit!

They jumped up together, the night air cold against them. The wind whistled through, and the tower as a whole groaned, like some giant monster waiting to swallow them both up—

Everything was getting more and more twisted. Mirtala wasn’t sure how it was all still standing, at this rate. The spiral staircase was twisted in on itself, the stairs sideways at the top.

Still, Mirtala and Queepie continued. They used an old bed to spring up to the next floor, walking along the wall—the whole hall was twisted onto its side.

“Grrk!” Something ahead of them squeaked. Something peeking down through a doorway in the ceiling-wall, long white curls hanging down below them.

Mirtala flipped forwards. But they were already gone.

She and Queepie continued, into a room so twisted that the floor curled up onto the walls, a pool of bubbling green in a hole in the floor at the bottom. They continued, up broken stairs and onto black and white checkered tiles, overlooking the outdoors once again.

The rest of the tower loomed before them, impossibly tall. A huge chunk of wall was missing, as was most of the floors, revealing an open space that seemed to just go up and up and up. But Mirtala was an acrobat! She and Queepie could handle this, no matter how high they had to climb!

(Even though Mirtala had never climbed this high before, even though this was nothing like the Aquatodome—

She’d make it. She had to.)

So they climbed, jumping up over broken concrete and swinging from bits of rebar. Mirtala ducked through a small window, and—

“Dogen!” Mirtala hugged the brain tight against her chest, “It’s good to see you again.” She’d get his brain back to him. She’d get all their brains back!

“C’mon!” Queepie urged, somewhere above her. Right.

Mirtala ducked back inside and clambered up a pole. She had to be careful—she couldn’t slow her fall like Queepie could. Knowing how to fall was all well and good, but it wouldn’t protect her completely. Not at these heights. Mirtala climbed up exposed rebar like it was a ladder, meeting Queepie at the top of it.

“I saw the thing again.” Queepie whispered. He pointed at a hole in the wall blocked by criss-crossing metal. “It was right there, and it was blue!”

So the thing they kept seeing was blue. Good to know.

Mirtala nodded, then started climbing. The metal went up, up, up, Mirtala and Queepie finally reaching the end of it and hopping off onto the concrete.

The tower still continued up, up, up, impossibly high. Mirtala wondered if she and Queepie would ever reach the top, or if they’d be climbing up it forever.

(The brains in her bag all seemed to pulse in tandem with Mirtala’s worry.

She’d get them all, and bring them back. She had to.)

The tower was quickly becoming near-unnavigable for her, the gaps too large for Mirtala to clear without the help of psychic powers. She was relying on Queepie more and more, and part of her grated at that fact.

(Family was supposed to help and support each other, though���Mirtala knew this.

But it felt like she was somehow inadequate all the same.)

The rats were coming in droves, now, their squeaking loud against the quiet of the night. Mirtala felt her throat tighten.

They made it up, and saw the thing again. “Scram!” They shouted, before disappearing up the hole in the room. Mirtala slapped the glass. “Wait!” But it was already gone. Was that Dr. Loboto?

She and Queepie continued on, clambering up whatever handholds were available. Mirtala grabbed Clem and Nils’ brains—she didn’t hug Nils’ brain as firmly as she hugged the others, opting to push it into her bag. Only four brains left to find—Vernon, Mikhail, Elton, and Lili.

Mirtala turned around—

The thing loomed before them, white curls spiraling above their head. They wore a bright red dress, and their voice squeaked as they spoke.

“This is your last warning! Go back down right now or you’ll be very very sorry!”

Mirtala flinched as lightning flashed through the sky. When the light cleared, the mysterious person was gone.

“Scary.” Queepie mumbled. His eyes flicked to Mirtala, “I mean—” He backtracked, “That wasn’t scary at all. Not at all. I’m not scared!” His voice echoed out into the night, his hands balled up into fists.

Mirtala side-eyed her brother. “Liar.” He was just as scared as her, and she didn’t need to be a fortune teller to tell. She could see it in the way his hands were trembling, in the way his shoulders were taught, his face scrunched into a stony frown.

(Mirtala was scared, too.

But she wasn’t going to say that aloud—not when it would only make the fear real.)

They clambered out onto the stairs that the mysterious person had been standing on, following them down towards another elevator. This was it.

“Big girls don’t cry.” Mirtala muttered. “It’s showtime, and big girls don’t cry.” Her eyes stung all the same.

Mirtala shook her head. She could do this! She was strong!

(She didn’t feel very strong at all.

But there was nobody else who could do this—not with all the campers brainless and the agents gone. It was just her and Queepie, and there was no way Mirtala was going to let Queepie do this alone.)

She was an Aquato. She ate danger for breakfast!

(She’d never been so high before. The wind tugged at her braids, at her clothes—would she be able to fall right, if she was knocked off?)

And Queepie had all those cool powers he’d picked up since coming here! They could do this!

(Queepie was a baby. He was strong, sure, but he wasn’t much taller than Mirtala.

And Mirtala wasn’t that much older than him, either.)

“I can do this.” Mirtala stressed. Her eyes stung, and her throat tightened, but she didn’t cry. She wouldn’t—big girls didn’t cry when the show started. She looked to Queepie, who stared back at her with wide eyes.

(Mirtala wasn’t crying. She was scared all the same.)

Her hand slipped into his. “On three?”

Queepie nodded, squeezing Mirtala’s hand. “On three.”

Right. Mirtala brushed her fears aside “One… two… three!”

As one, Mirtala and Queepie stepped onto the elevator. Show time.

[sailforvalinor]

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[cerealmonster15]

ummmm. wip wed…… I don’t have actual writing but I did start making a buncha bullet points for more ideas for the kalisil jamiazu fic…. And I have decided one thing lol - since I have masquerade event on the brain… if I get around to writing this fic I’m keeping the timeline vague HOWEVER it would take place sometime after masquerade bc I want that event to be when jamiazu had gotten together in backstory bc they #danced together in the little rythm minigame (and the duo THE DUO ATTACK-)

[koifishanonymous]

evermore stan but not in the cowboy like me tolerate it champagne problems way gold rush way, in the happiness ivy long story short right where you left me no body no crime tis the damn season way

[acanvasofabillionsuns]

this was made for @emo-space-gay's bday a couple years back, but sta's fine with me posting it and @neocute1 left kind tags on the original story with these characters so °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° this is a vague soulmate au so idk if it's the exact same world as the first but <3

“It’s just not fair,” Claude whined.

Serenity laughed. “Our relationship isn’t exactly platonic.”

“But it’s not fair,” Claude repeated, flopping their head down in her lap to pout at her. “I wanna be your soulmate.”

“Awwww,” Serenity cooed, shoving down the tangle of fondness that statement brought in favor of rubbing her nose against theirs and baby-talking, “Is someone jealous that I have friends and you leech them off me?”

“I do not!” Claude shoved a hand in Serenity’s face and pushed it away as they sat up. “They’re my friends too!”

“Leech,” Serenity sang, slightly muffled by their hand. “Can’t make your own friends so you steal mine.”

“I can make friends! I’ll make— so many friends, and then I’ll exclude you and say you’re leeching off me, and you’ll be so sorry.”

“Sure,” Serenity said, grin peeking out from behind Claude’s hand. They shoved her face to the side, and she shoved their face in retaliation, and then they got into a minor shoving war that ended when Claude licked her hand.

“Hey!” Serenity snatched it back, scowling through her (still present) grin, and wiped it off on her shirt. Claude stuck their tongue out at her, and she snatched her hand back again.

“Beat you,” Claude sang, smirking in what Serenity just knew was a mockery of when she’d teased them a few minutes earlier.

“Oh nooooo,” she groaned dramatically, flopping sideways with a hand pressed to her forehead. “I’ve been bested. I can no longer be seen around you, the shame is too great.”

Claude snickered. “Haha, loser.”

Serenity sighed as loudly and showily as she could. “Guess I’ll have to go hang out with Luke, then—”

Claude’s face fell, and they crossed their arms, gaze trained away from her.

“Yeah,” they huffed, then turned back to her, flashing a slightly strained grin. “And I’ll go make loads and loads of friends, and you’ll be the leech.”

Serenity snickered. “Alright, have fun, then.”

They nodded jerkily and strode out of the room. Serenity’s smile fell as the door closed, too controlled to be an actual slam but with the same energy. Had she overdone it with the teasing? Accidentally hit a nerve? Were they that bothered by Luke being her soulmate; they knew they were still her best friend, right?

She’d give Claude their space, and then when they got back she’d have to tell them how much they meant to her.

“Stupid,” Claude grumbled, not entirely sure if they were referring to themself or Serenity.

It wasn’t like they didn’t know she was teasing. They’d been teasing too, mostly. (Not about wanting to be soulmates, but that was their fault. They’d given away too much and treated it too lightly, and when Serenity had treated it the same way, it’d cracked a little. It wasn’t her fault, she didn’t know.)

So feeling upset about it was dumb and rude of their brain, and maybe they’d actually, y’know, communicate some of this to Serenity — key to healthy relationships, yada yada yada — but not before they made a friend and showed her up. Just because they were in the same friend group didn’t mean Claude couldn’t make their own friends!

...Admittedly, they weren’t sure how to go about seeking out people to befriend, but it’d be fine! They could just— go to the marketplace, there were tons of people there, surely someone else there was in need of a friend? They got this!

Okay, so maybe making a sign that read “in the market for friends” was a little too on the nose, maybe reeked of desperation a little, but it was true, wasn’t it? Their sign told people exactly what they were looking for, and since they didn’t have a stall then they could walk around while holding it and have more people see it!

And Serenity didn’t like how crowded the marketplace was, so she wouldn’t be here while they were walking around with their sign and thus wouldn’t see it and laugh at them for it. Their plan was foolproof, surely.

...Except for the part where it took both hands holding it for the sign to be visible. Walking around advertising an available friendship was hard work, especially on a sunny day when they hadn’t thought to bring anything to drink with them. And they were thirsty, and being well-hydrated was important, so they sighed and got in line at a drink stall, tucking their sign under their arm. They’d had the foresight to bring money, thankfully.

Besides, it wasn’t like there was one person in the whole market who would be their friend, and taking a ten minute break to grab some water would mean they missed that person. Claude nodded to themself, taking a step forward as the line moved up.

Except right as they moved, someone crashed into them, sending them both to the ground.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” the someone cried, skittering to their feet and bending to help pick up Claude’s stuff.

“It’s fine,” Claude told them, subtly checking for their money. The person seemed genuine, but Claude had seen good actors before, and it was better safe and hydrated than sorry and not. The money pouch was still there, so they repeated, “It’s fine, you’re fine. I’m okay.”

“Hi Okay, I’m Nat,” they muttered, eyes blowing wide when they realized what they said. Claude thought they might’ve said something about “force of habit,” but was too busy laughing to catch it.

“It’s Claude, actually,” they introduced themself once they’d calmed down. “They/them pronouns.”

Nat grinned. “Nat, ne/nym pronouns.”

“Got an N theme going on there, huh?”

Nat huffed, sounding amused, and picked up their sign, handing it over to them at an angle that allowed nym to read it as ne did so. Nir burst of laughter told Claude exactly when ne’d finished reading it.

“I don’t think you get to judge me, here.”

Claude crossed their arms, pouting at nym, which only seemed to fuel nir laughter.

They waited patiently for a minute for nym to stop, then impatiently for another 10 seconds or so before deciding, “You know what? Just for this. Just for this, I’m making you be my friend now. This is not a choice.”

This, unfortunately, only sent Nat into further hysterics. Claude pouted at nym harder.

“Okay,” ne finally wheezed, “okay, I’ll be your friend. One condition.”

“What?”

“I get to answer any questions about how we became friends.” Ne grinned at them.

“O...kay…?” Claude squinted, trying to find the catch in the deal.

“Great!” Nir grin widened, and ne finally handed Claude’s sign back to them. “Why do you have a sign for friendship, anyway?

“To prove a point,” they answered airily. When Nat elbowed them: “My partner said I leech all my friends off of her, so I came to make a new one to prove her wrong.”

Nat hummed doubtfully. “I don’t know, you do look kind of like a leech.”

“Hey!”

“A distinctly leechy look about you, you know how it is.”

Claude lunged, intending to either shove nir face or wrestle nym into taking it back (teasing Nat already felt comfortable, but they did just meet, and Claude wasn’t sure of the boundaries yet). Nat dodged, taking off, and they chased nym through the marketplace.

Nat laughed loudly, turning around briefly to stick out nir tongue at them and promptly slamming into someone. Claude skidded to a halt, pointed, and laughed.

“‘Scuse me!” Nat squeaked to the person, who grumbled but moved away without further complaint.

“I found another friend for you,” ne stagewhispered to Claude.

“Friend-breaking up with you,” Claude declared. “They are my new friend, not you, I’m friend dumping you.”

Nat hummed, then told them, “Nope.”

“Nope?”

“Nope!” Ne nodded. “We both agreed to the terms and conditions, we are officially friends and the contract is not so easily broken.”

“I’m ripping it into pieces,” Claude deadpanned.

“I’ll eat it before you can.”

Claude sputtered. “Eat? You— wouldn’t that destroy it just as thoroughly as me ripping it up?”

Ne shook nir head. “I swallowed it whole, which means it’s still intact and still in effect.”

Claude opened their mouth, then closed it again, unsure how to respond. Nat grinned at them.

“It’s been hours.”

“Yep.”

“And I know I wanted to give them space, but it’s been hours.”

“It sure has.”

“I’m starting to get worried.”

“Mhm.”

“Do you think they’re okay?”

“I do.”

“Should I go after them?” A shrug. “I feel like I should, but what if they’ve been gone for so long because of me and going after them just makes the problem worse? Did I upset them that much?”

“Serenity.” Claire closed starry book. “This is the fifth time we’ve been over this. Yes, Claude seemed upset when they left, and maybe you did really upset them, but you’re very sorry and it’s not like this is going to be the end of you two.

“They’ve been gone for a while, and yes, it’s a little worrying, but they’re a big kid and can handle themself, and if they’re not back by tomorrow we can go look for them.” Sta made intense eye contact with Serenity. “Got it?”

Serenity sighed. “Got it. Thanks, Claire.”

“No problem.” Claire opened starry book again. “If you come back again, try to wait at least an hour, please.”

Serenity grinned. “Sure.” She saluted star and opened the door to leave, tacking on, “No promises!” and closing the door on Claire rolling starry eyes.

The click of the door closing echoed slightly, and Serenity looked around to see Claude shutting the front door.

“Claude!” Serenity cried, running into them in a hug.

“Hey, Ser,” Claude laughed. “Miss me?”

“Yes,” Serenity complained, hugging them tighter. “And I think I said something that upset you earlier but I’m not entirely sure what it was — I mean, I think I know, but I don’t want to assume — and whatever it is, I’m really, really sorry I upset you, and—” 

“Hey,” Claude cut in gently, squeezing her. “Let’s not do this right in front of the front door. Don’t want people eavesdropping on us, yeah?” Their voice, while lighthearted in tone, sounded tired.

Serenity nodded, squeezing them tight for another few seconds before breaking the hug. She held out her hand, and Claude accepted it, offering her a smile. She returned it and pulled them upstairs into her room.

“Okay,” she said, sitting on the edge of her bed and hugging a pillow to her chest. “Let me go first, and if I’m wrong you can correct me.”

Claude nodded, sitting beside her, and they both turned to face one another.

Serenity took a deep breath, clutching the pillow tighter. “I think Luke being my soulmate bothers you more than you really let on, and I’m sorry I made light of it earlier. I value you so much, and you’re my best friend, and being soulmates with you sounds delightful. I’m sorry I didn’t make sure you knew that.”

Claude made a soft noise and drew her into a hug.

“Yeah,” they agreed, a little wetly. “I— yeah. I love you too.”

“Yeah,” Serenity echoed, curling against them.

(“So why were you gone for so long, then?”

“I made a new friend!”

“No way.”

“Nir name is Nat and ne ran into me and then insulted me.”

“No way.”

“I chased nym until ne ran into someone else and ne insisted on being friends.”

“Shut up, that can’t be how it happened.”

“It is!”

“What’s the catch, then?”

“Uhhh… ne wanted to be the one to answer when people ask how we became friends? Otherwise, I don’t—”

“And you betrayed nym? Introduce us, I need to tell nym so ne can friend-dump you.”

“Oh, I already tried that!”

“What?”)

[didsomeonesayventus]

In regards to last reblog idk i have a lot of works i probably should orphan (and in ff.net's case nuke entirely) but like. Idk man it feels weird and wrong to let go of something i was genuinely invested in and happy with even if it's incredibly cringe like hey i made that for fun i've grown out of it but like. It's still something that made me happy once and i dont want to pretend i wasnt stupid and free and cringe

[iced-sympathy]

Is 2023 the year Light Yagami finally rests?

[hasbledtodeathunderourknife]

I don’t really think it’s harmful for kids to say “I’m going to shift into an alternate reality in which my exact dream life I wrote out exists when I sleep” it’s just funny