#i kinda feel like my brand is being. stolen? i guess?

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Another SOTE progress post!

1) Okay so like I said earlier in another post the highlight of today was finally defeating Rellana x) It felt REALLY rewarding to finally win after having to try so many things, Miyazaki forced me to use my brain AGAIN

2) After that I went to talk with the NPCs around the crosses by an advice by @val-of-the-north since not being able to summon Leda apparently meant that I've got the rune of Miquella broken. And hoooo boy.... At last I got to that part where Ansbach revealed the uncancelled Mohg's lore.

"Once, in an attempt to free Lord Mohg from his enchantment, I challenged Tender Miquella, only to have my own heart rather artfully stolen. I knew not how weak I was. I believed that with sufficient mastery, even and Empyrean would be within reach of my blade. I could not have been more mistaken... Miquella the Kind...is a monster. Pure and radiant, he wields love to shrive clean the hearts of men. There is nothing more terrifying."

"Righteous Tarnished. Miquella the Kind makes my blood run cold. I am loath to admit it, but even at this very instant I wish to run very far away indeed."

Soooo, yeah.. Apparently the bit I was spoiled is later game dialogue, this is a different one and I see it for the first time! Damn, trailer quote tho x)

3) What I did NOT know is that all these characters were under the spell of Bewitching Branch too ;-; Guess Leda is going after the hornsent guy's throat now gfhgjg Wild to see how everyone now does what they actually want, SPEAKING OF:

4) Thiollier now wants to go seek the part of Miquella he earlier had sealed away with the spell wall branded with his Haligtree symbol! There is now outright confirmation that Trina IS Miquella:

"Would Kindly Miquella chasten me? For falling for St. Trina, while knowing that she was the discarded half? The problem is... I simply cannot help it. I would sacrifice everything, just to gaze upon her, one last time."

Damn... either 1) Looks like both alters of Miquella have the capacity of compelling affection? Not just his Bewitching Branch, but whatever sleepy scent powers Trina is using or 2) Thiollier is Just Like This. Tea?

"I see you've thrown away... Something you should not have. Under any circumstances. How will you salvation offer... to those who cannot be saved? When you could not even save your other self? Kindly Miquella..."

5) The cross strangely has the message from Miquella, "I abandon here my love". All things considered it is not supposed to refer to his feelings, and recalling dialogue by Ansbach I'd say it maybe refers to his ability to wield love as weapon? Because look at how NOW Trina's power entices people into coma. Speaking OF:

6) Turned out my previous guess was wrong, and "bastardisation" of Trina's otherwise pacifist powers was not work of followers, but result of Miquella severing her from his being!

7) (or rather 6.1 lol) This is actually a good additional timeline clue! Earlier Freija mentioned that she received her Scarlet Rot wound in Caelid, so, as Malenia and Radanh fought, and Miquella was the one to heal it! So he was around that time yet. Then, change in Trina's powers happened as Miquella went to abandon his Empyrean entity, when Dolores has been using the powers as they were and she was in the Roundtable Hold! This I think will be useful for later to recover when could he have started with the plan! I already have a working suggestion for explaining events, just need more info!

8) Damn, not the area from the trailer ;-; Thiollier is so dead lol

By the way the boss in this area is RIDICULOUSLY difficult hghghg I gave up on him and kinda went to have adventures elsewhere just for the heck of it!

9) Discovered an actual dialogue by an old lady in Belurat, AND:

EMPYREAN?? I actually yelled at Val about it since I needed to know whether it is legit the same term or perhaps a loss in translation! And he researched Japanese script and confirmed that yes, indeed, this woman IS an Empyrean like GEQ, Marika, Ranni, Miquella and Malenia! @val-of-the-north be a dear and add the evidence you've found today in a reblog or another pose! Because HECK, WHAT????

10) So I went to look around in random places since that boss was too hard. Found a small piece of some ruins by Val's advice, using one of those blue Keyswords. Then I wanted to go down in a village down near Moorth Ruins but for the heck of it could not figure how to get down there. While waiting for Val's slow ass to instruct me, I started to run wherever, really. And ironically, found the exact cave leading me to the FULL version of those Ruins! Felt surprised to find the golden tree inside!

11) Went through second poisonous swamp in the game yet, truly Miyazaki xD

12) Stumbled into Kindred of Rot, but they are RED in color!!!

This was so bizarre?? Damn, still, what ARE they doing here? First turned out that Formless Mothers and rituals for her that Mohg is using originated in Shadow Realm, now this.. Makes me wonder whether all Outer Gods come from this place originally, so God of Rot too, so, Twinbird too?

13) Hey @heraldofcrow how did you lose your clothes?? Put them back on slut gdghvgbvbbh

14) I decided to explore later and instead went to bully Horned Knights and Ascetics for their sets and weapon in Belurat. Belurat has places very close to Site of Grace for both! Horned Knight farming went pretty fast and easy! Ascetic... not so much. :/ He did drop his weapon and arm piece, but past this point he's been only dropping leg piece over and over! Reminds me of that 'Seebass? No, it's at least C+!' meme vffhhhh I think I will return for his mask later :/

15) This type of posts becomes a bit too structured, I need to post more random items descs

16) However I got a note from Val that we surprisingly got lore on Fingercrawlers (lol at my recent theory post aging like milk xd) and @jarognieva said something about a couple of spots on the map looking like giant fingerprints + having many fingers within 👀 No idea what is going on yet, but I can see it now!

Okay that's it for now.. until the tomorrow's work shift ends xD

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I was tagged by @madroxed, thank you so much.

Tagging (though obviously no pressure at all!): @rixareth, @moosemonstrous, @jake-and-amy-are-married

How many works do you have on ao3?

828 over all my pseuds!

What’s your total word count? 2,490,138

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

All for various superhero media! Pain Split (Moon Knight, kinda selfcest), Catch Me If You Can & On Stormy Seas (For The Flash, Barry/Snart), Superheroes of the Round Table & The Glowing Halo (DCAU, Bruce/Wally)

Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

I do love and cherish every single comment that I get, and do try to reply to them! Unfortunately I am a horrible mixture of lazy, busy and socially anxious so it doesn't happen QUITE as frequently as I would wish.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Oooh, I actually have an answer for this! Which I was not expecting, given that I am primarily a smut writer and have a big soft spot for characters I like getting a happy ending. The End (Animorphs, Alloran/Visser 3) has a canon compliant ending, which means it is VERY angsty.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

There are far more options here, as in my heart I am a saaaaaaaaaap. Uh, so I guess I'll go for the most recent example here. Snow on the Beach (Mycroft Holmes Series, Mycroft/Cyrus) where the two idiots involved finally figure out that they AREN'T banging in a totally platonic fashion.

Do you write crossovers?

I have written a few, but I must admit that I'm not particularly interested in them most of the time.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not that much, thankfully! But I received a few deranged comments on my DC stuff back in the day. The one that most readily comes to mind was when I got accused of being homophobic for writing a genderswap fic, because the "breeders" already had enough. I write significantly more slash than I do anything else, their argument was bad.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, majority smut these days! And I like to think derangedly intense is my main brand.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge! Which doesn't mean it hasn't happened, but it does mean that I am very oblivious.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! And it is an absolute lovely thrill every single time.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I don't think so, actually! The closest I've come is when I was into DW roleplay in my teens.

What's your all-time favourite ship?

*DEEP BREATH* Oh boyyyyyyy.

I'm going to go for my top three, all from fandoms that literally nobody other than me cares about:

Grubbs/Lord Loss (The Demonata) - one is a werewolf, one is a demon that has murdered his entire family. They're so intense about each other, it's glorious.

2.Dawn Madison/Claudius | Claudia (Vampire Babylon) - She's a vampire hunter, they're a super powerful vampire. She tortures them! And they're both messed up in the same ways and have a super interesting relationship.

3.Sera/Neriah (Guardians of Time) - soooooooo this pairing requires a LOT of legwork given that Sera starts the series off being murdered and only returns as a ghost, BUT what if she hadn't died? Or what if she was a mean ghost instead? And what if Neriah had more feelings about being the daughter of the most evil man in the universe then she's allowed in canon? There's potential there, is all I'm saying.

(I do have more recent pairings that are probably going to stick around for a good while - Kyoko/Naegi/Togami (from Danganronpa), Hera/Thrawn (From Star Wars Rebels) and Light/L (From Death Note) come immediately to mind - but all of these have been my OTPs for over a decade, and if they've lasted that long they're gonna be with me forever.)

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

In my wildest dreams I think that maybe one day I'll return to DCAU and finish off that genderswap fic I mentioned earlier (Lex Luthor/F!Clark Kent). It has been almost 10 years, this will never happen. But I did have a whole outline where really cool stuff happened!

What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm good at dialogue. I'm good at writing passion, and characters being headlong in love with each other. And I'm good at following deranged premises through to their logical conclusion!

What are your writing weaknesses?

I hate editing, so I don't always do as thorough a job as I should. I've noticed upon rereading my fic that I can sometimes have a tendency to have characters speechify at each other instead of actually talking like normal human beings.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I have nothing against other people doing it, I think it can be done well, but I don't generally tend to do it myself. Unfortunately I only speak English fluently, with a tiny bit of Welsh on the side, so I just wouldn't feel confident enough to do it.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

The first one I've got on Ao3 is Horrible Histories. The actual first one is Demonata, I think?

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

I have several outlines written up in longhand, but I really want to write something for the Danganronpa series! There are so many great pairings and possibilities, I can see myself writing a lot in that fandom next year.

What's your favourite fic you've written?

To Look at a Star By Glances! The Blake/Avery manifesto fic of my Dreamssssssssss.

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Tagged by @ragnarlothcat (hey I hope you feel better soon! I am making you soup and lending you my favourite blanket!!) and @wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart

1.) How many works do you have on ao3?

Technically 9 but it's really 8. I don't exactly count all tied up in knots as mine (more on this later)

2.) What's your ao3 word count?

82,315, excluding the fic above. I don't think I'll make it to 100k before the year is out, but it would be cool if I did

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

Just Star Wars, actually. I thought about writing fic in my last big fandom (The Witcher), but I didn't really feel motivated to write until SW. My first fic was actually DinLuke, but then I fell in love with the Prequels!

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

Tank Top - This is the DinLuke one! I guess it's in the lead cause it's got a 1-year headstart on everything else, maybe

Their fragrance came from you - Sir, that's my emotional support fic! I love this one to death, seriously. I know I kinda made my brand on kinky sex fics and this is very much not that, but...

Blindfold me (I'm the only witness) - I do feel like this one kinda embodies Obikin's insanity tbh. Weird boundary-crossing sex for sure

Lace Me Up, Hold Me Tight - Subby Obi-Wan in a healthy relationship my beloved <3

You can call me baby (You can call me love) - My first Obikin fic. Near and dear to my heart. Stands the test of time, I think. It's mostly just very sweet

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, absolutely! I didn't used to, but now I try to reply to all of them, even if it's just with a few heart emojis.

A lot of the times when I read fic, I like to browse the comments to see speculation from other readers and what the author has to say about it.

Sooo I guess I reply to comments to spark conversation! I think it makes it a bit easier to ask questions / engage with the material as a reader, because they know I'll try to answer as best I can (and I do!!)

6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

None of them!!! I don't believe in unhappy endings. Life is hard enough as it is

7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I mean, they all have happy endings. But maybe Take Care of Me, Please? The idea of being loved and taken care of unconditionally is very appealing to me. I guess that's not surprising

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

Not directly on the fics themselves, but I have gotten, at this point, several anons criticising my writing and my fics here on tumblr. It's kind of exhausting because I feel like the obikin community itself seems so nice but SOMEONE is sending me these anons and it could really be anyone. It kind of makes me jump at shadows a little bit?

It's probably someone I don't know, rather than someone playing nice to my face and then sending me shit behind my back, but... What if it isn't? :(

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yep yep yep. Like I said, that's where I started. I'm sure people who subscribed to me were disappointed when I started Their fragrance came from you and Obikin didn't have sex for like... 40k words

I've done a little bit of a lot of different kinks, I think. Lingerie, somno, humiliation, boot worship, lactation, daddy kink... There are a couple I really wanna do still (pet play, body swap, etc), but at the same time I kind of want to do more of the ones I've already done? So idk, we'll see where it goes

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Noooope. I'm very interested in AUs, but I'm just not interested in crossovers

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nah, I think that mostly happens to bigger authors, and I'm pretty new. I haven't noticed anything of mine anywhere else, but I also don't spend a lot of time on other fansites these days

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also no! It's a dream of mine, a little bit, but at the same time I see why no one would be particularly interested in translating anything I've written so far. No biggie

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Okay this one is mixed. I have participated in round robins in an obikin server (that's what all tied up in knots is), but there was never any real commitment to writing those things. It was just based on whoever was free and had inspiration. I've actually been thinking I'll take my name off all tied up in knots, cause I don't particularly see that going anywhere, and I feel weird taking credit for it

HOWEVER. I would love to write a collab with someone I know. I'm not sure if I'd be any good at it, but I'd try!

14.) What's your all time favorite ship?

I do feel like it has to be Obikin. I'm honestly a multishipper when it comes to Obi-Wan, but I got tired of all the anti-Jedi sentiment in some of the popular pairings (which is the same problem I had with DinLuke), so now I stick mostly to Jangobi/Kenfetti and Obikin.

15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Disregarding the whole round robin fic, I really do hope to finish all of them. Keeping this section optimistically blank!

16.) What are your writing strengths?

Hm... this question took me longest to come up with an answer. I guess it's worldbuilding and smut (which are sort of on opposite ends of the spectrum, lol)

Worldbuilding obviously is more of a thing in longer fics, but I feel like even in smaller ones I'm able to incorporate background details that I'm dangerously fond of. For example, the super soft blanket Obi-Wan is very territorial over in You can call me baby (You can call me love) is a gift from Ahsoka. And in Your Body, Superimpose It On Me, Anakin's Padawan braid is in an ornate glass box on Obi-Wan's nightstand, and Obi-Wan takes a moment to, like, caress the designs on the box every day.

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

Well... I can only really write according to the mood I'm in. This was not a problem for a year or two there as I wrote shorter fics, but then I started writing Their fragrance came from you... At first, I was super depressed and so was Obi-Wan. And then the tone got lighter as I started feeling better. But then, you know, I have several chapters where the characters are supposed to be happy and light-hearted and suddenly I'm depressed again and I can't write the next chapters of my fic and then I get more upset about it because it's really important to me and it just becomes kind of a vicious cycle of feeling bad and not writing.

Maybe I need a separate sort of vent fic for when I'm upset? But again, I don't like unhappy endings. And if it has to get better at some point, then I'll have a hard time writing that unless I'm actually feeling better. If that makes sense.

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Sooo I do definitely borrow words from other languages, but I always explain them first, and they're usually more like... concepts or objects that are specific to that culture. Of course the character is thinking/speaking those words in that language; there is no translation!

I've never had a reason to have whole sentences of dialogue be in different languages, but I guess if there was a fic which needed that, I wouldn't necessarily mind doing it? But the default is writing everything in english, because, yknow, the fic is in english

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

Okay I WAS gonna say that I already answered this with the dinluke thing. But I do remember writing fanfiction for Dinosaur King which (thankfully) never saw the light of day...

20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?

I feel like, as my only longfic, that's gotta be Their fragrance came from you. I know a lot of people write it off immediately because it's a/b/o (or even because it's supposed to be alpha Obi-Wan), but to me it's got everything. Enemies to lovers. Fun side characters. Pining. Battles. Betrayal. Romance. Sex. Even anti-heteronormativity!

To me it feels very much like I set out to (overambitiously) write an epic, and somehow I'm succeeding. I'm not saying it's the best fic that's ever been written, but it's far exceeded any expectations I had for it when I started.

Bonus: What fic would you want to rewrite one day?

Not necessarily rewrite, but I do wanna do edits to Lace me up, because the first few chapters are just not up to a comfortable standard of writing for me. And I'd be okay with leaving it that way if it was a standalone, but I really like its sequel. Plus I have some ideas for other fics in that series, so it would kind of put all that up to scrutiny again if/when I post a third installment

Tagging

Some of my friends already did this one and I'm not EXACTLY sure who has/hasn't been tagged yet, but (if you want): @anakinsthot @demon----dean @fishnamedsushi @secretsolarsystem

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So Shadow and Bone season 2....oh where to start. There was a lot to love of course, I loved seeing all my favs back, and the additions to the cast were nice. Of the new people, I particularly liked Tolya, Tamar, and even Nikolai at times. Overall I thought the writers did a good job of mixing Siege and Storm, and Ruin and Rising, and it flowed much better when they were combined. Now that’s about all the praise I have for the writers if I’m being honest lmao. 

For me it’s just so hard to look past some of the negatives so I’ll start there. My two biggest gripes are 

1. How much they pulled from Crooked Kingdom 

2. How rushed Wesper was 

Ohhhh the writers had it out for me fr. Crooked kingdom is perhaps one, if not my favorite, book of all time, and I will never forgive the writers for how much they massacred my precious child. They pulled sooo much of it for a single episode and plot point they had for Pekka, and it made me so angry. There was no build up or anything, and it was at times like that that made me wish they had kept the crows out of the show entirely, because then they couldn’t have messed up their plot this bad. Anyway once I finally got past that disaster I was met with something equally as heartbreaking. Wesper. Oh dear lord. Since Jesper is my favorite character (and more on him later cause wew), obviously Wesper is my favorite ship. I loved how it was a slow burn, and that all just got thrown away here. Don’t get me wrong I loved seeing them happy and together, of course I did they’re my favs, but it just felt off. It was too quick, and we really didn’t get any of that longing or wondering that was so key to their relationship before. They were quite literally just reduced to a hookup and some throw away lines and that just made me so mad. To be honest I think pacing was a problem for the whole season overall, they were trying to fit too many stories and too many characters and it just made everything feel far too fast paced. 

Anyway that being said, on to some more positive notes. Most of the very clear changes from the (S&B) books were really good. I liked that Siege and Storm was acknowledged for it’s important parts but otherwise skipped since it wasn’t that vital. I loved how Alina kept her powers in the end and will now help rule Ravka, and that Mal is off being the new Sturmhond. I loved the twins and they felt straight from the books, Nikolai was a little off but by the end I was chill with him. Most of the characters were pretty good, but I’ll dive into all of them in a second. My biggest compliment is how Kaz felt more Kaz this season, and he was finally his ruthless self. Most of the completely brand new story lines I was just ok with, but the hunt in Shu Han for the blade that ended up belonging and being made by the saint was so cool, I loved that addition and that the weapon actually worked. I also kinda loved that they immediately thought of the crows when they needed something stolen lmao, but I’m not sure how I feel about the fact that supposedly Nikolai hired all of them in the first place smh. 

So for my last little section here I thought I would just discuss the characters and what I liked and didn’t like about them this season, that and where the writers went wrong with them. 

Shadow and Bone Characters: 

Alina: I really enjoyed Alina this season, as I said before I loved that she kept her powers and that now she will be helping rule Ravka. It feels very on brand for her and I like the change. I thought there were some points where she suffered from mc dumbness syndrome, but it was very far and few in between so I’ll let that go. Overall she was good and I don’t have much else to say. 

Darling: Glad he’s gone lmao. My only real complaint is I felt like they really made him a s 2d villain this season, whereas last season he felt more complex. I guess it’s cause he got less screen time and you know what I’m ok with that. 

Mal: I was the biggest mal defender last season since he was so much better than the book, but oh boy I had my work cut out for me with that ending lmao. I thought he was good, and added a lot more emotional depth to his character which is good. The ending was cruel but fitting, and since they clearly want to continue with the Shadow and Bone storyline I wonder where it will take him. 

Nikolai: Ngl I was a big show!Nikolai hater all the way up until the season aired. From the few clips we got of him they just didn’t feel very Nikolai yk. Anyway needless to say he grew on me, not all the way, but enough. I thought he played a much better prince rather than privateer, but I loved how many quotes he had from the books. 

Tolya: I didn’t expect this, but he was actually one of my favs of the season. In the book I didn’t care for him all that much but in the show he was so much more interesting. I loved how they kept in his poetry, I liked how playful they made him. Anytime he was on screen I was having a really good time. He didn’t have too much emotional depth, but that didn’t bother me. Unexpected but welcome fav. 

Tamar: Yeah I really loved the twins this season. She was just as snarky as I wanted, and just like Tolya, I really loved it whenever she was on screen, even if it wasn’t much. She was just fun, and my only complaint is I wish we saw more of her, and more of her relationship with Nadia ugh we were robbed. 

Genya: I really enjoyed her, and I liked how they didn’t shy away from her storyline as a whole. I thought her relationship with David was very cute, but lord just let my girl be happy. Overall she was really good and I don’t have any complaints. 

David: Let’s all pretend the ending didn’t happen cause I’m still mad wtf. Anyway I loved him a lot this season, I love how awkward and blunt he is, and since he was one of my favorite characters in the book of course I loved seeing him on screen. His relationship with Genya was so sweet and they actually mean everything to me. 

Zoya: I found myself liking her a lot more in the shows than I did in the original trilogy. She was sassy, and snarky, and someone I would roll my eyes too, but for once it was in a good way. She didn’t get that much screen time, but I liked when she was there and I was chill with her. 

Six of Crows characters: (oh boy): Just as a foreword, I felt like the crows suffered this season because half of them felt like they were just there to be a part of a ship (Inej, Wylan, and Matthias), while the other half got to be their own person (Kaz and Jesper) and Nina was somewhere in between. 

Kaz: Starting off on a good note oh my god Kaz was so Kaz this season, Freddy is iconic. Last season he kept getting beat up for no reason, and this season he was doing the beating oml (Freddy is an icon). I loved how they dove into his flashbacks and they took the time to flesh out his trauma and how that affected his relationship with the rest of the crows. To me, he had the best characterization of any of the crows, and I loved getting to see him finally be dirtyhands. He was ruthless, and exciting to watch, I’m glad they at least got one of the crows right. 

Inej: I will never forgive the crimes these writers committed against Inej dear god. My biggest complaint is how they didn’t talk or even acknowledge her past and her trauma. She deserved much better, and by doing this, it makes her seem like a villain with kanej. Suddenly it’s not two very hurt and wounded people meeting in the middle, it’s just poor Kaz and uncaring Inej, and I hate that. It’s not that her past it too “graphic” for the show cause they should it with Genya, and it just makes me sad. It felt like she was just an accessory to Kaz, instead of her own person who deserved her own arc.  

Jesper: Oh where to start, well first off you already heard my gripes about Wesper, so I just wanted to talk about Jesper because they messed him up to lmao. One of Jesper’s biggest hurdles in the duology is learning to accept his powers, and even by the end of Crooked Kingdom he still isn’t at the point quite yet, and that’s ok. It was such a beautiful aspect of his story, and it makes it all the more upsetting that they basically gave him a single episode arc and suddenly he was over it and proud to be a grisha in the show. He deserved more than that, and also how is he so good with his powers in the show? He’s not trained at all smh. Anyway, another thing I was upset about was how his addiction and adhd were completely brushed under the rug this season. It’s like he was only allowed to have one problem. Now all that being said I loved the flashback with his mother omg, and Kit is truly the perfect Jesper, even with a dicey script and story he was perfect. 

Wylan: I feel like they did a pretty decent job with Wylan, the whole problem was that he wasn’t given enough solo time to really flesh out all the good stuff. He suffered more from all the Wesper screen time. The few time they dabbled into his past were great, and I loved every detail, even if it wasn’t much. Jack was so good with the tender moments, and I agree with everyone when they said he’s the real life Wylan. Without his ship I just really don’t have much to say about him, and I feel like that’s kinda sad. He deserves to be his own character, and while I know he’s past isn’t super relevant yet, he should’ve had more growth and time on his own. 

Nina: Nina was kinda similar to Wylan in the sense that we didn’t get much, but the few things we did get were great and I wish I got to see her develop more. Frankly I feel like she got the least about of screen time besides Matthias, who hardly counts, and I can’t help but feel it’s cause she couldn’t be in a relationship. These writers really make it feel like characters are nothing more than their relationships, and that makes me sad. 

Matthias: This mf had a cameo ever episode in which all he did was have a wet dream about Nina, and tbh that’s so real. Can’t mess up a character if they don’t touch them I suppose. Yeah I really don’t have much to say, I’m just excited about his dynamic with the crows cause that always made me laugh. 

So yeah overall, a lot of complaints, but I just want to add that I don’t hate this show. I hate how everyone is saying if you were disappointed in the season that means you’re praying on it’s downfall, which I’m not. I think enjoying something and still having critical opinions can and should co-exist. While it’s not exactly what I wanted or needed, and while I think it fundamentally messed up so many things from the book, I did enjoy it once I finally separated it from the source material. Of course I want to see the ice court heist, but I hope the writers will learn from the backlash that the source material is important and should be prioritized more. 

[arrowflier]

hi, i love love love your fics!! i was wondering if you could write something with lip asking ian about mickeys tattoo (ians name) and ian tells him but he starts kinda joking and then tells lip how much he loves it. thank u!!

The first time Lip saw it, it was after his brother had been dragged out of the house by his parole officer to who knows where, basically at gun point.  Mickey, who Lip hadn’t even known was out of jail, much less somehow in the house, was staring out the door after him like he could bring him back by sheer force of will.

“Hey,” Lip greeted as Mickey turned around.

“Hey,” he got back, then a startled, “Jesus Christ,” as a multitude of other faces started emerging from their hiding places again.

Lip was going to say something reassuring, something about Carl and his newest pet project, when Mickey rubbed a hand down his chest.  It caught at the top of his tank, tugging the neck down just enough to let black letters peek out over the top.

Lip squinted, sure he wasn’t seeing it correctly.  But he was.

Ian Galager

He didn’t mention it to Mickey.  He didn’t have a death wish--at least, not right then.  He couldn’t speak to a few hours in the future when Fred wouldn’t go down for the third night in a row.

Instead, he waited for Ian to return.  And return he did, eventually.  He was pale and shaking, and smelled like raw meat, but he came back physically in one piece.

Which was good, because Lip really didn’t want to deal with Mickey Milkovich if his boyfriend ended up dead on his first night out of prison.

He expected Ian to head straight upstairs, where Mickey was no doubt waiting up for him.  But instead, he beelined through the house and right out the back door, leaving Lip staring at his back as he left it open and collapsed onto the steps.

Lip gave it a breath, then followed.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked from the doorway.

Ian just shrugged.

“Will be,” he answered.  “Just needed a minute.”

“In this house?”  Lip chuckled.  “Good fucking luck.”

That got a smile, and then Ian was patting space next to himself on the step, inviting Lip to join him.  With a glance back to the living room where Fred was currently safe in his pen, he did.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked casually.

“Not really,” Ian said.  “That a problem?”

It was Lip’s turn to shrug.

“Not really,” he replied, then grinned when Ian whacked him with the back of one hand.

They sat quietly together for a moment, just breathing, like Ian wanted.  But Lip wasn’t great at being silent, and he was a big brother, so...

“Did you know Mickey has a fucking tattoo on his chest?”

Ian snorted out a laugh, and stared at him, incredulous.

“Are you asking me if I knew that Mickey, the man I’ve been sleeping with since I was a teenager, the man that I just spent a year in a cell with--frequently naked--”

Lip grimaced at that mental image.

“--has a tattoo?” Ian finished, and Lip rolled his eyes.

“I mean, when you put it that way, it makes it sound stupid.”

“No shit,” Ian said, and then they were quiet again.

“He did it after I broke up with him, you know,” Ian murmured, a moment later.  “In prison, the first time, right before I stopped going to see him.”

Lip stared.  Licked his lips.

“That’s, uh,” he started, trailed off.  “That’s kinda fucked up, man.”

Ian snorted.

“Tell me about it,” he laughed lightly.  “He carves my name into his fucking chest, and then I don’t even see him again until he tracks me down and has me fucking kidnapped.”

Ian ran a hand through his hair, looked up at Lip through the fringe it loosened.

“I sure was boyfriend of the year, huh?” 

“That’s...not what I meant, Ian,” Lip said slowly.  “Meant it was a fucked up thing for him to do, to try and make you feel responsible for him.”

From the surprise in Ian’s eyes, he could tell that his brother had never even considered that angle.

“No,” Ian said immediately.  “That’s not what it was at all.”

“Yeah?  How do you know that?” Lip returned just as quickly.  “It’s like a girl getting pregnant when you wanna break up with her, but he branded himself instead.”

Ian raised an eyebrow.

“That what happened with Tami?” he questioned, and Lip shook his head.

“No, of course not--”

“Well it’s not what happened with Mickey, either,” Ian affirmed.  Then he smirked.  “God, can you imagine Mickey pregnant though?”

Lip’s laugh caught in his throat, and then they were giggling together, right there on the back steps like they were ten years old again, sharing stolen candy and hiding from Fiona.

“Sounds like you like it, then,” Lip commented once they had simmered down and caught their breaths.  “Having that monstrosity inked on him forever.”

“Monstrosity?” Ian repeated in mock outrage.  “That’s what you think of it?”

Lip looked him right in the eye.  

“Ian,” he intoned seriously, “he didn’t even spell your name right.”

Ian just shrugged.

“Shows what you know,” he retorted.  “Maybe you’re the one that can’t spell it.”

He held Lip’s gaze for a beat, two.  Then they were off again, and Lip nearly fell off the edge of the step with the force of his laughter.

“I really do, though,” Ian revealed a few minutes later, when they had quieted again.  “I like it a lot.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Ian said.  “He thought I was leaving him--I did leave him--and he still wanted part of me to stay, you know?”  He rubbed a hand at his chest, over his heart, like it ached.

“He wanted me with him even when I didn’t want myself,” he continued.  “And he could have got rid of it, later, when I let him down again.”  

He stared out over the darkened yard, speaking more to himself than to Lip.  

“But he didn’t,” Ian finished.  “He kept me.”

Lip hummed.  Raised a hand to slap Ian on the back, between his shoulders, hard enough to send him forward over his knees.

“Guess that means we have to keep him then?” he jested.

Ian just smiled.

“Yeah,” he agreed.  “Yeah, I think we do.”

[squiddybeifong]

Can I ask for the batsiblings reaction to Damian pacing so much he wore a hole in the floor? Doesn't have to be a fics, maybe headcanons?

Sorry for the rather long wait. Kinda wanted to make this a fic

Here's the floor pacing fic

On Ao3 here

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Alfred hadn’t outwardly reacted to Damian’s obvious lie as to why he had paced the floorboards uneven, but the butler absolutely took action for amending the tripping hazard in the boy’s room. With the floor repairman on the line and a measuring tape in hand nothing was amiss, of course.

Dick had already kept him up-to-date with the gossip about the two Titan birds, so Alfred hadn’t been surprised whatsoever. His position in the family meant that he’d watched the awkward budding romances of most everyone who’d called the Manor home. Damian being frustrated at his feelings for a teammate was nothing compared to a (very grown) Bruce being moody after Selina rebuffed his kiss while ‘on the clock’ or Dick’s increasingly creative attempts at sneaking around with Kori before the ‘no dating metahumans or aliens’ rule had been lifted. Honestly, watching the pun-laden flirting that Steph ladled out to both Tim and Cass on a near daily basis was more awkward than his youngest ward taking his repressed emotions out on the floors.

Unfortunately for Damian, the butler arranged for the floor repairman to show up during the day. Most notably, the repairman arrived at exactly the specified 1:35 p.m., not wanting to be late when called upon to fix anything belonging to Bruce Wayne.

Why Robin had believed that (like everyone else in Gotham) this worker would be fashionably late, he didn’t know. What Damian did know was that he hadn’t heard Grayson open the door. Nor had he heard his brother head up with Alfred and the repairman into his room. And he especially didn’t hear as Alfred slyly mentioned that he believed Dick’s gossip was coming to a head, if the worn path in the floor meant anything.

No, Damian heard none of it. Not when he was busy brushing BatCow and making sure that every square inch of the barn was properly ventilated so she couldn’t possibly overheat in the approaching summer weather. So when the youngest Bat stalked into the Manor, he’d been all but ambushed.

It didn’t take a detective to realize why he’d been pacing so much. Even without Alfred’s confirmation, it was unlike Damian to avoid going back to the Titans early if he could help it. Batman hadn’t looked up when Robin had elected to stay another week when they were in the BatCave, but his siblings sure had. And while Bruce didn’t outwardly ponder about how intense things had to be for Damian to go out of his way to avoid a certain someone, this new information had Dick positively enchanted at the prospect of his baby brother being in love.

“I’m not in love with Raven,” Damian hissed out.

Jason snickered as he reclined in his seat, his face full of mirth at the flustered crack in Damian’s voice. Cass was sitting upside down with her legs resting on the couch’s back, her smile wide as she took in her youngest brother’s irritated, embarrassed body language (nevermind the barest hint of an actual blush on his face when vehemently denying any feelings he had towards his fellow Titan).

Babs’ smile was wide and cheerful as she pointed out, “Who said anything about Raven?” Duke perked up from his spot next to Cass, immediately adding on, “Yeah, Dami. We thought you were just falling for her?”

Steph snorted, “Falling over those footprints in the floor, more like it.”

Tim laughed behind his gulp of his coffee, sleepily (and loudly) drawling out to the blonde, “A Robin and his Raven. Guess you can say they’re a real pair of lovebirds, huh?”

Damian glared at them all, fighting the urge to pinch between his eyes. Why were all the Bats at the Manor? Shouldn’t they be on patrol instead of bothering him?

Jason clicked his tongue and rested his arms on the table. He met Dick’s gaze, saw the way his older brother’s eyes brightened up with mischief and scratched at the streak of white in his hair. Deciding that messing with Damian was by far the most fun he’d have in the Manor that morning, Jason asked, “So, Lil’ D… What’re you gonna get your girlfriend? Can’t come back empty handed.”

“She’s not my--”

Babs interrupted him, nudging Tim with her elbow, “Do not tell me he wasn’t planning on getting her anything.”

Steph lazily rested on the chair’s edge. The blonde leaned over to rest against Jason’s shoulder, her fist pressed to her face. She gnawed on the inside of her cheek; it wasn’t likely she’d be much use for knowing how Raven would want to be wooed. She had heard of her but she had yet to actually meet Damian’s mystery crush, after all. She let out a hum, “What does Raven like? It’s gotta be something personal!”

Damian clicked his tongue as his siblings were suddenly oh so chatty at Spoiler’s suggestion, their unwanted ideas filling the room.

“What if he paints her something?”

“Doesn’t she like old books? Maybe one of those first editions that Alfred was thinking about donating last year?”

“Wait a sec-- Dick, isn’t she goth? B did get that set of obsidian jewelry at the last gala.”

“Hell, if we’re going that route I’m sure Selina has some nice rings somewhere--”

“Maybe something that isn’t stolen, Tim.”

“Just be honest with her.”

The room went quiet at Cass’ simple instruction. Still in her Orphan suit from her early morning patrols and reclining in her inverted spot on the couch, the brunette somehow kept a serious face as she stared at Damian upside down.

Seeing that no one was going to add-on to her suggestion, Cass blew some of her bangs out of her face and shrugged, “You like her for a reason.”

Brown eyes slyly glanced around the room, gratefully falling on Babs as she piped up, “Cass is right. I really don’t think Damian of all people would fall for someone who’s all about dating mind-games.”

Ignoring Damian’s exasperated lie of “I haven’t fallen for her!” in the background, Steph slumped down on the couch next to Duke. Her face was contemplative, “Then maybe we should invite her here?”

Dick let out an excited laugh the same time Tim clapped his hands and grinned at their resident computer whiz, “Babs could absolutely get her up to speed on patrolling Gotham for a bit, right?”

The redhead looked excited at the idea. Pushing her glasses further up her nose before they fell, Babs teasingly asked, “What is it about Gotham and bird-based superheroes?”

Duke shrugged, a hand cradling his chin in thought. “Not sure, but Dami obviously won’t confess if we’re not around to kick him into doing it.”

Jason clicked his tongue at the possibility of the youngest Bat listening to them and raised a brow Dick’s way, “Any chance at all that she’ll make the first move?”

Irritated at the topic, Damian turned on his heel and retreated to the kitchen. Ignoring the chorus of “C’mon, Dami” behind him (and planning on fighting Todd later for the childish boos that the antihero was aiming at his back), Robin set about grabbing some snacks for his pets when he heard two sets of footsteps approach.

He bit back a groan as Dick practically skipped into the room, Cass on his heels. “What now?”

Nightwing let out a laugh at his brother’s sneer, “You do know that we’re only trying to help, right?” He took a few pears from the fridge and handed them to Damian, knowing that they were BatCow’s favorite. Hearing as Cass opened the cabinet doors to find where the rawhide bones and cat treats were stored, Dick pressed on, “I know she already knows me but it might be easier introducing everyone as a segue into talking to her about other things…”

Cass let out a quiet snort at his suggestion. She shook her head and offered a better idea, “Alfred first.”

Dick tilted his head, nodding in agreement a moment later. He ignored the violent way Damian was cutting up the pears and said, “That’ll probably be for the best. Living with the Titans is one thing; we gotta ease her into our particular brand of madness.”

Tossing aside the stems and peeled off stickers, Damian sulked, “None of this is necessary.”

Cass hid her smile with her hand. Dick hummed out, “You don’t want your girlfriend to meet your family?”

“She won’t be my--” Damian couldn’t say the potential title just yet. He clicked his tongue, “Just because you all think I have feelings for her doesn’t mean she’ll reciprocate.”

The older two visibly paused at his words.

Her head tilting in concern, brown eyes studied Robin for a moment. Damian glared at Cass but she ignored him. Dick leaned against the wall, the worried furrow in his brow betraying his nonchalant stance. He spoke out the obvious, “Do you really think she’s not interested?”

“She thinks I’ve been avoiding her--”

Cass shrugged, “You have.”

Damian continued as if he hadn’t heard her, “--so I doubt any feelings she may have towards me are positive right now.”

Dick let out a hum, “You didn’t answer the question.”

Ophan’s suit somehow didn’t shine in the kitchen’s fluorescent light as she crossed her arms, “Yes or no?”

Damian bit the inside of his cheek. It was quiet in the kitchen for a moment as he thought over all the moments he and Raven had shared, the comfortable quiet pauses between crimefighting, training, and avoiding their teammates’ noise. She never seemed to dislike his company, but she was stoic enough that he could never tell if her heart leaped into her throat whenever she noticed that they were alone.

He suppressed a jump as Cass entered his personal space.

Olive eyes were reluctant as she poked his cheek. “You’re not stupid,” She figured it was progress when he didn’t try to swat her hand away, but she couldn’t keep the beam off her face at the boy’s blush. A hint of smugness crept into her voice, “So she is?”

“I don’t know.”

Cass looked to the Manor’s main entrance, knowing that in half a week’s time the entire structure would be full of lights, flowers and who knew what else B’s planners would bring. A spring gala with flowers and enough hidden corners for a pair to get lost in the crowd.

In other terms: the perfect setting for a first date.

She met Dick’s gaze and grinned at the knowing look on his face. His hair nearly fell out of its bun as he let out a whoop, wrapping an arm around Damian. Thoughts of finding Raven a gala-ready dress (and maybe a matching suit) in mind, Dick couldn’t keep the excitement out of his movements.

Ignoring the aggravated yet cautiously hopeful way Damian shrugged off his brother’s arm, Cass clasped her hands in front of her chest. “Only one way to find out.”

[trashyswitch]

The Testing Period

William and Henry are testing the brand new animatronic suits for ability to work without people inside, and the ability to work WITH people inside. However, a small little mistake winds up with William getting stuck in the Fredbear suit, and Henry taking advantage of the situation.

This fanfic is for @kennabelee and @ashleedragon. They told me to upload this fanfic and not wait, hence why I've uploaded two fanfics today.

“Alright. Let’s try this animatronic out.” William turned on the animatronic and watched the eyes open. “Hello Fred.”

The animatronic looked at William curiously.

“I’m William.” he introduced, holding out his hand for a hand shake.

The animatronic looked down at the hand...and placed his hand into William’s.

“Good, good! That’s great, buddy!” William shook it and put his other hand on Freddy’s.

“Now can you move your ears?” William asked.

Freddy tilted his head and made the ears move up and down.

“Good job Fredbear!” William smiled.

“Lastly, can you follow my hand?” William asked. He raised his hand up, and started waving it around very slowly. The animatronic’s eyes followed the hand left and right, and down.

“Wonderful!” William declared happily. “Good job, Henry! It’s amazing!” William reacted.

“Thank you William! And I added a few new commands and reactions for him.” Henry walked up to Fredbear. “You squeak his nose to not only get a squeak out of it…” Henry squeaked the nose twice. Suddenly, the outer plate on Fredbear opened up to reveal the inside! “It opens him up to reveal the springlock suit!” Henry declared. “This is the entrance to get into the suit.”

“Ooooh! That’s cool!” William reacted.

“Now get in him.” Henry ordered softly.

William nodded, and used the button to tighten the springlocks back. Then, he climbed into the springlock suit with no issue. “Now...Is this safe?” William asked.

“Yup! I tested it myself many times. It’s pretty safe.” Henry replied.

“I’m just asking because...it feels snug and I wouldn’t want the springlocks to loosen while I wear this.” William told him.

“I know that. Here, I’ll prove it’s fine:” Henry walked up to William and started skittering his fingers on William’s exposed sides.

“WHOHOhoa! Hehehenry quit that!” William ordered.

“But I’m proving that it’s safe!” Henry reacted, resuming his ticklish fingers.

“Yohohou’re NAHAHAT PROHOHOVING SHIHIHIHIT!” William yelled back, throwing his maskless head back.

Henry stopped tickling and smiled. “There! I proved it! You haven’t gotten stuck in it.” Henry told him.

“All you proved was how stupid ticklish I am.” William spat.

“Awww, does de baby not wike de tickles?” Henry teased.

“Asshole.” William shot back.

“Oooooh! Calling me names now? AND swearing?! You just earned yourself some more vulnerability tickles.” Henry started tickling his ribs this time! He squeezed, dug, and scratched all over the thin ribs of William.

“WAHAIT- BAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE PLEHEHEHEASE!” William pleaded.

“Are you gonna stop swearing? We do own a child friendly diner now. You kinda have to keep the swearing to a minimum now.” Henry warned.

“HEHEHEHELL NAHAHAHAH!” William spat back. “NEHEHEHEVEHERHRHR!”

“Awwww, such a shame.” Henry moved his hands down a little and lifted William’s shirt up. William tried to push Henry away, but he was so limited in his movements. The suit was built for Henry, who was a little smaller than him. So it was quite a bit more snug, and therefore harder to move his limbs.

“HEHEHENRYYYYYYY!” William shouted.

“Geez, calm down! I’m right here!” Henry reacted. “Is it really that bad? Or are you just being your usually overdramatic self?” Henry teased.

“Shuhuhuhuhut uhuhup!” William ordered.

“I’ll shut up when you get your big body out of this little thing.” Henry decided. “Then we can negotiate the stopping of the talking.” Henry teased.

“BUhuhuhut Ihihihi’m STUHUHUCK! Yohohou’re sohoho smahahahall!” William whined.

“Oh waaaaah, such a shaaaaaame!” Henry teased. “Just wiggle your ass around! You’ll get out eventually!” Henry told him. “But till then~”

Henry moved his fingers up to the open armpits and started skittering all over the underarms. William squealed in surprise, and threw his masked head back. “BAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOHOHOU FUCKIHING AHAHAHASSHOHOHOLE!” William yelled at him.

“Your swearing is only gonna earn you more tickle tickles, Will…” Henry told him. “Now what’s this button? I don’t remember installing this.” He lifted up William’s shirt and started poking at William’s belly button.

“DON’T YOU DARE! HENRY THAT’S MY BEHEHELLY BUHUTTOHOHOHON! AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” William laughed and cackled wildly.

“Look at you shaking your booty! Not bad for a man with a 20 year dance break!” Henry teased.

“WHAHAHAT AHABOHOHOUT HIHIHIGH SCHOHOHOL!?” William yelled back.

“Oh yeah...Fine. I guess shaking butts in high school dances counts too.” Henry decided. Henry smiled and chuckled. “Just wait till I tell Michael about what a ‘great’ dancer you were.” Henry teased.

“DOHOHON’T YOHOU DARE TELL MICHAEL! You so much as say 1 syllable about it, I will tickle you in ways that haven’t even been invented yet!” William shot back.

Henry had a good laugh out of that one. “Oh really?! And how will you know what has and has not been invented yet by the millions of generations of mothers?” Henry teased.

William growled and tried to pull his foot out of the small suit. But no such movements could be made! Oh shit...What if he WAS stuck?!

“Uhuh...Hehenry? Cahahan yohohou stohohop for ahahaha sehehec?” He asked.

Henry nodded and stopped tickling him. “What’s wrong, Will?”

Ihihi...Ihi’m actually stuck...I can’t get out!” William complained.

“Wait seriously?!” Henry asked. Henry tried pulling on William’s arm, but it refused to budge. “Oh...well ain’t this gonna be a problem…”

William whined in annoyance. “Damn you and your fucking tiny ass!”

Henry laughed again. Damn Will and his hilarious tone! It’s too funny to ignore! It always is!

Henry looked at William’s stuck body and smiled. “I’m gonna call someone to help get you out.”

Henry got up, called a mechanical guy and got off the phone. “We’re gonna get someone to try and get you out, before we even consider calling 911.” Henry told him.

William smiled. “Thanks Henry. Now, can you please remove the mask on my head? I’m kinda suffocating.” William asked.

Henry nodded and grabbed a stool. “Sure! Just give me a sec.”

Henry climbed up onto the step stool and removed the big mask off William’s head. “There you go. Breathe, my animatronic. Feel the world’s cool oxygen…” Henry said softly, before laughing at his own joke.

“Or the oxygen from the dusty ventilator.” William muttered out loud. “Although, the breath does feel nice. And so does the tallness! I feel like Andre the Giant!” William declared, referencing the wrestler.

“Haha, yeah, you enjoy that till you’re out. Cause you’re not climbing into my suit ever again, Mr. Thick.” Henry joked, squishing hsi belly.

“aAAH- Henry, don’t even try!” He warned. “Henry...Henry no...You know better than to tickle me like this!” William warned further.

“Oh do I now?” Henry teased.

“Well, I hope!” William shot back.

“Oh you hope!” He reacted. Then, he smirked and squished his belly more. “How’s hope treating you now?”

William shrieked and bursted out laughing. “OHOHOHOHO! LIHIHIKE AHAHA DIHIHICK!” William shot back.

“Well, a dick would be better than hope at this point…” Henry muttered.

“WAHAHAIT, WHAHAHAT?!” William shouted.

“What?” Henry muttered out loud. “Nothing.”

William raised an eyebrow. What in the hell did he just say?!

William’s thought process was interrupted by a slightly dull thing poking him in the button.

“Wahahahait, Whahahat’s thahahat?” William asked, wiggling around as he felt something poking him.

“Oh nothing...Just a pencil.” Henry replied.

A PENCIL!? Why a PENCIL?!

As Henry’s footsteps started to fill the room, a nervous William started to sense trouble was abrew...

“Uuhhuhuhuhuh...Hehehehenryhyhyhy...Ihihi knohohow what you’re doing!”

Henry’s footsteps stopped...William tried to look down, but the suit’s chest was HUGE. He couldn’t even SEE Henry! This made William even more nervous. The only thing he could hear now, was the air of the ventilator...that was it.

Another few pokes jabbed lightly at Will’s sensitive button. But this time, it was warm and thicker. It felt like a finger.

“Tickle tickle!” Henry teased, pulling his hand back and forth from pressing the button to leaving the button alone.

“Stahahap!” William begged. “Thihihis ihihis rihihidihiculohohous!” William tried to tell him.

“Oh? Ridiculous?” Henry smirked and took a deep breath.

OH NO NOT THOSE THINGS-

PPPPHHHHBBBBPPPPBBBBPPBBPPPPPT!

William SCREAMED like a little toddler and laughed like a mad Joker.

Henry giggled at the laughter and changed his voice to an impression of Joker. “Wooow! You have a great joker impression, sir! I could use you for millions of things! Would $100 of stolen money be enough, BATMAN?” Henry teased.

William was laughing really hard at this point.

“YOHOHOHOU’RE REHEHEALLY GOHOHOHOOD AHAHAT THAHAHAT!” William admitted.

Henry changed his voice back to normal and smiled proudly. “Thanks Will!” Henry replied.

“NOHOHO PROHOHOHOBLEHEHEM!”

Henry skittered his fingers on William’s belly and tickled the tummy surrounding his belly button. For the middle, he would occasionally twirl his middle finger or his thumb inside the belly button to get the squeals and heavy laughter from William. With the stomach, William would laugh, but it wasn’t nearly as strong as the little hole that lived in the middle of his belly.

Henry smiled and blew yet another raspberry onto William’s belly.

“PFFFBBAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOHOHOHOU’RE SOHOHOHO GOHOHONNA GEHEHET IHIHIT!” William warned.

“Ohhh yeah, we’ll see how much you’ll get me with so little energy left over.” Henry teased.

“YOHOHOU’LL SEHEHEHE, EHEHEVIL GREHEHEMLIHIHIHIN!” William shot back.

“GREMLIN?!” Henry stopped tickling. “Excuse me?!”

“Hobbit!” William added. “Widdle DWARF!”

“You call me those things again…” Henry started cracking his knuckles.

“Ankle-biter! Gnome! Freaking GANDHI!”

“Oh that’s it.”

Henry grabbed onto William’s exposed middle and blew a big raspberry onto his belly and abs. William screamed and laughed so loud, it was bouncing through the pizzeria! It was the greatest thing to be bouncing through the walls of the pizzeria.

“Uuuh...Hello?” Someone called.

Henry jumped in place and quickly stopped tickling. “Oh! Sorry Mike! I was just-...taking advantage…” Henry admitted.

Wait...did he just say MICHAEL!?

“Michael?!” He quickly lifted his head up. “You called Michael!?”

“Well, yeah! He’s really good with parts! With his help, we can both get you out.” Henry told him.

William whined and growled. Why Michael...Why Michael of all people?! Henry was so annoying!

“Alright.” Michael walked up and started undoing bolts. “Hey Dad.” He greeted.

“Michael…P-Please don’t try anything…” He begged.

“You mean like this?” Michael poked his side.

“Ye-GAHAhaha! Yes! Like that!” William spat at him in anger.

“Ooooh! Giving me attitude now?” Michael reacted. “Wooow...And I came to save you.”

“Please just...get me out of here. And no more pokes!” William warned.

“Oh? Like this?” Michael poked his belly button.

“Mich-AHAHAHAHAHA! Henry! Make him stop!”

Henry giggled and walked up to Michael. “I was actually having a grand ol’ time. Wanna join me?

All it took was the sound of knuckles cracking, to know that Michael was in on it.

So William winded up being pulled out a good hour later than they expected. Was William complaining?

Well...not really.

[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

Guess it’s good brother dream brain rot time now that we’ve pretty much canonized phoenix Tommy in it. I must now do my proper due diligence. Adding in my two cents and furthering the spread of my brand, phoenix Tommy.

When Tommy is a little tiny thing Phil does everything in his power to try and keep it quiet that Tommy isn’t a regular avian hybrid, but a phoenix. Things like phoenixes, dragons, or other mythical avians are extremely rare mutations that happen seemingly without any reason but will often reoccur within the same bloodline more often than not. 

Phil is something mythical. Maybe a dragon, maybe a griffin, maybe even something a little less well known like the zhenniao, yatagarasu, or alicanto. Either way he’s something mythical, it runs in his blood. It ends up running in Tommy’s too. Phil is one of the few mythological avians who doesn’t hide his features because people are usually far too fearful of both him an Technoblade to do anything. Unfortunately, what people weren’t scared of was the idea of trying to kidnap a child.

There were attempts to steal away Wilbur when he was little. Before he started presenting and turned out to be just your regular avian. There were fewer attempts when it came to Tommy. There was unfortunately one attempt that ended up being successful, he was stolen from the cradle and subsequently lost in a skirmish when Techno and Phil caught up to the man who took Tommy. 

Dream found baby Tommy floating along in the river, figured the kid was probably abandoned since he’d heard of orphaned children being floated down rivers and never seen again, and subsequently took Tommy in. 

Everything was fine and okay for a couple years and Tommy was quickly accepted into the family. Unfortunately when Tommy turned five his traits started to come in and he nearly burned down the house. The family didn’t want to abandon Tommy but realizing he was a mythical avian was a problem to say the least. So Dream, having recently become an active admin, gathered up his things and left with Tommy. He didn’t blame his family for their worries but he wasn’t going to abandon his little brother either. Not when he’d found Tommy. Not when he’d been the one to practically raise Tommy. 

Dream and Tommy were very distrustful of strangers still for obvious reasons and Tommy was pretty much stuck wearing the mask in order to protect himself, but Dream did what he could. Dream didn’t originally wear a mask actually, he decided they should match as a way to make Tommy feel bad for always having to wear the mask when he didn’t want to. He found private places that were safe where Tommy could practice flying and stretch his wings since Dream was super concerned early on about them atrophying and never being able to properly carry Tommy. Sure, it was too dangerous for Tommy to actively go flying often, but Dream didn’t want to accidentally ruin Tommy’s chances of ever being able to fly. The most important facet of their relationship is that he wanted to protect Tommy but never cage him.

When Dream first took control of the Dream SMP it was originally so he could make it a safe space for himself and Tommy, only allowing his few friends who knew about Tommy and what he was to join, like Sapnap and George who have a super good relationship with both Dream and Tommy in this au. Dream is still super jumpy and protective of Tommy and Tommy trusts people a lot less, but Tommy also acts as something of an ambassador in Dream’s interpersonal relationships, keeping Dream from becoming too jumpy and letting them decay. Similarly Dream taught Tommy to be a lot more cautious of strangers and this Tommy is a heck of a lot stronger having grown up with a pvp legend like Dream. 

When other people started joining it was still a controlled enough environment that while cautious, Dream let Tommy “play” for lack of a better word. Three canon lives is a rule everywhere that everyone has to abide by, regardless of what admin you’re living under. The admin doesn’t get to decide what’s canon either, it’s something seemingly up to chance. Or maybe the gods. No one knows what makes being pushed off a cliff by your mortal enemy so different from falling off one by your own stupidity, but some people theorize it’s the intention of the action.

Obviously this isn’t a rule that applies to Tommy. They both know it, him and Dream. And here’s the thing. Some legends say that there are no draw backs to a phoenix dying. Others say that too many deaths too quickly will slowly harm the phoenix. Both of these are false. A phoenix needs deaths. Canon deaths. The same way that kids needs to be tossed in the air and spun around to help develop their brains as really little kids, a phoenix needs to die repeatedly for their brains and bodies to properly mature fully and in a healthy manner. It’s an actual necessity for them to die, in fact, too few canon deaths run the risk of a phoenix getting sick and dying permanently. 

So when new people join the Dream SMP, Dream doesn’t hesitate letting Tommy side against him. It’s an unspoken rule between them. Good brother Dream goes pretty similar to canon up until Pogtopia actually. Dream doesn’t hesitate to take those two canon lives and Tommy intentionally misses during their duel. He ends up with way more canon deaths than just two, and he keeps secret what they are from the rest of the SMP, saying the two times Dream killed him were the canon two. Each time he dies his magic gets a little stronger, his feathers taking on an even glossier coat. He still gets pissed at Eret after the betrayal because everyone else doesn’t have unlimited canon lives, but Dream shushes and reassures him that if anyone does die permanently then he’ll help Tommy bring them back.

Phoenixes are creatures tied to the frayed and broken bridge that crosses life and death. Just like they can’t die and have dominance over flames, another power of the phoenixes is that they’re uniquely skilled when it comes to necromancy. Real necromancy. Not the human equivalent that brings back soulless husks with a tendency for destruction and malevolence. A phoenix is the only creature that can bring a soul back from the dead in tact. Tommy knows this by merit of instinct, and did it only once before for the sake of Dream. Regular people know this by merit of books like the one Schlatt tries to trade Dream.

So Dream and Tommy mostly put on an act while the war is happening but then act all buddy buddy and like actual brothers off the battle fields which confuses everyone (besides the already aware George and Sapnap) and mildly upsets Wilbur, but everyone just kinda gets used to it.

Until Pogtopia. Because we need some kind of conflict I’m giving Schlatt a very special role. Schlatt was a hybrid who got captured by poachers as a child and sold into the hybrid slave trade. He was one of the lucky few who turned the tables and managed to earn his freedom, ultimately turning towards being a poacher himself. Schlatt comes to L'manberg and becomes president with the intention of selling every hybrid in the country, in the Dream SMP as a whole, to his traders. The reason he chose the Dream SMP specifically? Well, wouldn’t you know it, he’s heard rumors that apparently there’s a phoenix hiding around somewhere. Not to mention the Dream SMP is absolutely loaded with hybrids because of Dream’s rather public policy about hybrid tolerance (he isn’t a hybrid, but he knows the affect being a hybrid has had on Sapnap and he still fears for Tommy so he tries to make somewhere that maybe one day Tommy can be open about what he is.)

Schlatt can’t immediately tell it’s Tommy who’s the phoenix because Tommy himself is an even rarer variation of phoenix called a soul flame phoenix, which is why his eyes and wings are a soul fire blue. Schlatt came in expecting crimson and our boy is out here with wings that look like the place where the sky meets the sea. Schlatt even dismisses Tommy initially and starts investigating some of the people who look human or avians with orange and yellow feathers. This is also why Phil can’t immediately recognize Tommy when he joins the SMP. While he can hide them with magic, Tommy usually has his wings on display since the Dream SMP is designed to be a safe space for hybrids. This Dream doesn’t have a ban on flying (he thought about it, maybe setting aside specific areas where winged hybrids could exercise, but it was quickly scrapped via Tommy repeatedly throwing himself off cliffs and then remembering he wasn’t supposed to be flying, immediately letting himself drop and die. Some of those ‘accidents’ were even canon and Dream just gave up on the rule.)

For this AU, I imagine that Dream would be a bit more in tune with people and empathetic so he’d probably call in Techno and Phil for help when he sees Wilbur starting to take a dive. Both out of worry for his own younger brother who’s sticking by Wilbur and consideration for the fact Wilbur himself took something of an older brother role. Sure he was a little jealous, but he understand well enough that everyone who meets Tommy either falls into one of two categories. They hate the kid and want him dead or they want to be his older sibling who’d burn down the world if he asked them to. George and Sapnap can both attest to the fact there are only two types of people in this world when it comes to Tommy and people usually start as the first before slowly becoming the second. 

So Techno and Phil show up early which is really good because Schlatt finally reveals his true intentions and neither Techno nor Phil are very chill with them. I dunno how the reveal will go between them and Tommy yet. I don’t even know for Good Brother Dream if we’re having Techno be a family friend or older brother so hard to say.

Anyway, I think that’d probably be where the main plot kinda starts to kick off so I’ll stop there for now. If I go for too much longer I’ll just end up wanting to write it…

[amydancepants-peralta]

Amy getting a little distracted and planting light pecks up Jake’s back before reapplying his suncream

“Wow, it’s actually really nice to be out under the sun, hey babe?” Squinting behind his sunglasses, Jake brushes a clump of sand from his left leg, grinning as Amy punctuates her mmm-hmm with a kiss to his upper shoulder.

It really was the perfect day. After weeks of back-to-back shifts, the couple had stolen away for a long weekend, disappearing to a beach just far enough from Brooklyn to avoid any ‘accidental’ Boyle run-ins. With their seaside villa just a stones throw away, and the warm sand beneath them, he and Amy had everything they needed to have a moment of peace before Baby Peralta arrived.

Jake’s smile grows as he watches the family in front of him introduce their floatie-covered toddler to the ocean, and turns slightly to glance at Amy behind him. “Crazy to think that this time next year, that will be us out there.”

With her legs resting comfortably on either side of his own, Amy’s face was just out of reach for Jake’s eye line, and he hears another hmm as he turns his attention back to the shoreline.

Her delicate hands sweep along his lower back, applying the only sunscreen she’ll allow them to buy - peer reviewed and lauded, as per subsection seven of the Babymoon Binder - and presses another kiss to Jake’s back as his right hand comes to rest on her lower calf.

“Imagine if we ended up with a little surfer dude for a baby, Ames. Riding the waves like Crush from Nemo … being all gnarly and whatnot.”

Amy’s hands stay on Jake’s lower back, their movements slowly down slightly as she kisses his shoulder once again, and when she hums against his skin, Jake decides to have some fun with his clearly distracted wife.

(She’d been quiet earlier today, a self-conscious look washing over her face when she’d studied her reflection in the brand new maternity swimsuit. But a few well-timed Babewatch jokes from Jake - peppered with kisses on all of the tiny flowers in the pattern - thankfully seems to have held her uneasy thoughts at bay.)

“Then again, he could turn out to be an actual turtle, which would be totally fine because then we’d only need three more to make a full quartet of crime-fighters. And … you know, the inside of that cake was technically green, so …”

Amy’s fingers trace either side of Jake’s waist, slinking around to join at his front as she leaves two more kisses at the base of his neck. She shuffles forward on the blanket, closing the distance between her front and his back, and rests her forehead against Jake’s shoulder as she kisses him one more time with a contented sigh. Now it is a perfect day, he thinks with a smile.

“I’m taking your silence as total agreement Ames, so it’s settled. Ninja Turtles: Peralta edition, coming to a sewer near you.”

As the word sewer filters through the kiss-based haze, Amy’s hands still, her lips temporarily frozen against Jake’s shoulder blade while the rest of his sentence sinks in. “Jake … we are not raising our son in the sewers of Brooklyn.”

“Just think of the possibilities, babe! We could have a whole other team working to fight crime with us. Not to mention the unimaginable benefit of gleaming some of Splinter’s wisdom.”

“See, you say Splinter, but I’m hearing rat. It’s going to be a no from me, babe.”

“Ugh, it’s like a knife to my heart!” Jake responds (not at all dramatically, thank you very much), twisting in place to see Amy’s expression and digging his elbow into the sand. Her perplexed expression, clear even through her sunglasses and wide-brimmed hat, coaxes the chuckles that had been bubbling in his chest to the surface, and his free hand comes to rest on her outer thigh. “Obviously I’m kidding, Ames.”

Her hand reaches out to press a gentle slap against Jake’s bare chest, and he catches her wrist before it can sneak away. “Ugh. It’s hard to know when it comes to you and those darn turtles.”

Lifting Amy’s palm up towards his mouth, Jake presses a series of tiny kisses against her skin, smiling as it gravitates to it’s favourite position against his cheek when he finishes. “I mean, if you wanted to live in the sewer, babe, you know I’d be right there with you. You’d have that place clean in a week. But you were obviously not listening, and I was kinda curious how far I could push things before you’d realise.”

Nodding with a guilty chuckle, Amy looks up at the family playing in the ocean not so far away before leaning slightly towards her husband. “I guess you could say I was a little distracted?”

“Penny for your thoughts?” Jake winks, gesturing with a nod of his head. “I’d offer you more, but I literally found a penny in the sand before. It’s all yours if you want it.”

“Well … ” as Amy’s teeth sink into her lower lip, her hand sidles slowly down to the expanse of Jake’s chest, toying gently with the small patch of chest hair she finds there. “I was sort of thinking about the beach, and how it’s great, but will still be here later. You know, if we wanted to … do something else.”

“Wait. You don’t wanna hang out on the beach?”

“No, I do! It’s just … this is one of the first times in months that I haven’t needed to barf before lunch. And there’s a ridiculously large four-poster bed waiting for us back at the villa, because my super sweet husband arranged a getaway for us, and he just so happens to be looking very hot right now in those board shorts and … ” Amy trails off as Jake pushes his body away from the sand, closing the gap between them to press a soft, we’re-on-vacation-so-I’m-going-to-take-my-time kiss to her lips.

Jake’s smile feels brighter than the sun by the time he pulls away, and he plants his feet into the sand as he rises, reaching out both hands to help his wife up. Amy’s second trimester had definitely released extra batches of horniness into her system, and he’s never been more happy to serve her every need. “I can always count on you to come up with a brilliant plan, Ames. Just one of the bajillion reasons why I love you.”

“I love you too. And the beach can totally wait, right?”

“Oh, the beach can definitely wait.”

[suzukiblu]

Fic Writer Meme

Tagged by my dear @dancinbutterfly, and like, obviously I will take any excuse to talk about writing.

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1) how many works do you have on ao3?

168, although a few of those are podfics that the podficcer credited me as a co-author on. Actually less than I would’ve expected, tbh.

2) what is your total ao3 word count?

1,431,989. Honestly also kinda less than I would’ve expected at this point. I will blame all those old fics I never brought over from LJ and ff.net for this expectation.

3) how many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

I literally cannot tell you, the ancient ways have been lost to me. I can give you my Ao3 fandoms, though!

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Overwatch

The Witcher (Netflix)

Young Justice (Cartoon)

Animorphs

Star Wars

Good Omens

Venom

Fantastic Four

Leverage

League of Legends

Daredevil

Supernatural

Care Bears

World of Warcraft

Spider-Man

X-Men

Slender Man Mythos

Additionally, long ago: Naruto, Gundam Wing, Digimon, Ranma ½, Bleach, Inu-Yasha, and many scattered other fandoms of my youth. So, so many others. So I’ve written for 25+ fandoms, at least.

4) what are your top 5 fics by Kudos.

a mark, a mission, a brand, a scar (13004)

I once started out to walk around the world but ended up in Brooklyn (8450)

it’s a long way forward (so trust in me) (6965)

oh don’t you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me (6818)

if the bad times are coming let ‘em come (5362)

5) do you respond to comments?

Not really these days, though I hoard and treasure them like a freaking DRAGON. I used to respond to all of them but sometimes I’m just not around and then it becomes awkwardly late to reply and also they kinda . . . pile up a bit. I do try to answer all the comments with questions in them, at least, as long as the questions aren’t literally spoilers or anything like that.

6) what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I don’t usually write super-angsty endings, I think? I don’t FEEL like I usually write super-angsty endings, anyway, at least not these days. I think I did it more often when I was more into, like, drabbles and shortfic. Now I just spend way too long on stuff to give it a downer ending.

The most recent angsty ending I can think of is wanna hold him, maybe I’ll just sing about it, though eventually I did write a sequel to that to soften the blow a bit. And also torment people a bit. Both, technically. Technically both.

7) What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

blondes really do have more fun, definitely. It’s very . . . giddy, I guess? What with the gender euphoria and all. There’s angst and heavy emotions in the actual plot but the highs of the happy parts/ending are probably the highest/happiest ones I’ve written, and Supergirl gets everything she wants without having to compromise or give up anything else.

8) do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve ever written?

I write fusion fic more than crossovers, really, but I have written a LOT of fusion fic. Some of it has been weirder than others, tbh, but probably the Avatar: The Last Airbender/Animorphs fusion that I have been lovingly slaving over deserves to be this answer if only for how much extremely sincere effort I have put into it over the years.

9) have you ever received hate on a fic?

Mild hate, but occasionally. I don’t really tend to remember negative comments, tbh, though it does sometimes make me not want to reread the comment section I know they’re in. But a lot of the hate I’ve gotten in the end just seemed like socially-awkward people being unnecessarily blunt instead of just hitting the back button, so I try not to take it personally. Can’t please everyone. Don’t WANT to please everyone, frankly.

10) Do you write smut? What kind?

Yes, and the kind is “a lot”. Sometimes I don’t really feel like it but definitely I have done a lot of it. I try for Feelings and also to be safe, sane, and consensual as much as I can.

11) have you ever had a fic stolen?

I . . . am not sure? Though probably, after being at this for all this time. Someone once told me that someone picked up a fic I’d (at the time) abandoned and just started writing/posting more of it without asking or telling me about it, but I never actually found said fic and I don’t know if that technically counts as “stealing” anyway.

12) have you ever had a fic translated?

A few times, yup, it’s pretty gratifying! I also like to run them back through Google Translate and see what they say, haha.

13) have you ever co-written a fic before?

yoooo @dancinbutterfly, @rainnecassidy! Also done it with a few other people long, LONG ago, but that was back in the LJ era. Don’t think I’ve technically collabed with anyone else lately, although sometimes people will give me ideas for stuff I’m writing or offer suggestions when I’m stuck on a thing, which is very helpful.

14) what’s your favourite ship?

Like . . . per fandom? ‘Cuz we could be here a while. Most recently it’s Jaskier/Geralt, for a while it was Aziraphale/Crowley, DEFINITELY for a while it was Steve/Bucky . . .

You know, I guess technically my all-time favorite ship is actually Naruto/Sasuke, because I made a LOT of friends in Naruto fandom and it actually hugely influenced the end of my teenage years and beginning of my adult life and so, SO much of my writing. So like, if nothing else it wins on influentialness.

15) what’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Let ‘Em Come. @rainnecassidy and I wrote that AU a long-ass time ago now and I never did my half of the sequel fic because I got too distracted with another longfic I was working on at the time and then took a real long fandom break. I always felt kind of bad about it because people seemed to bother her for said sequel more than they bothered ME for it, since her fic was the last posted part. Unfortunately I just don’t have the spoons or the MCU-focus for the research and effort it’d take anymore. Also, like . . . it’d probably be pretty long, so unless I was REAL obsessive about it it’d take a good long while.

Basically I think its time has just passed at this point, alas.

16) what are your writing strengths?

Sex, action, snark, and weird fusion fics. Also making people love things they usually hate, that’s one I get told a lot.

17) what are your writing weaknesses?

Fitting physical descriptions of . . . literally ANYTHING into the story. Just, anything. Physical descriptions are hard.

18) what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fic?

I try not to do it, personally, because I know soooooo very little about other languages. Sometimes I’ll sprinkle in a little bit of it, but usually I feel like it’s better to avoid it, personally.

19) what was the first fandom you wrote for?

I literally could not even tell you. The first fandom I REMEMBER writing proper “fic” for was . . . Ranma ½, I think. I thiiiiink. But that was a long-ass time ago and I never even posted it anywhere because those were the days when I despised typing things up beyond all measure, hah. And before that I remember writing Animorphs . . . comics? Storyboards? Something like that. Kind of a cross between the two.

20) what’s your favourite fic you’ve ever written?

I do not know! There’s really just too many, tbh. Some top options are you found me when no one else was looking, best friends means you get what you deserve, clay kids, Avamorphs, handmaiden!Anakin, oh don’t you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me, and . . . and I could go on for a dang MINUTE, honestly, haha, I’m just gonna stop myself here before I get too carried away.

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I tag whoever happens to be reading this that wants to be tagged; have fun with it!

[id-rather-be-an-outsider]

Angel From Ymir

Reiner Braun

word count: 1418

summary: Reiner comes across a kitty. kitty decides Reiner is his person. this is Reiner’s written experience.

tw: mentions of depression + ptsd. cute cuddliness and Reiner being adorable.

a/n: cats are cute and well-suited for many lifestyles! but please adopt responsibly and don’t take on a cat unless you’re ready and financially able to do so! please remember: 1) keeping your cat indoors is the ONLY way to prevent them from being hit by a car, stolen, attacked by other animals or exposed to diseases! 2) be careful and do your research and consult your cat’s vet before giving your cat a flea treatment! some brands cause seizures that can kill your cat or shorten their lifespan severely! protecting your cat from fleas and other sicknesses should NEVER cost a cat their life! 3) declawing a cat is NOT taking away their fingernails, it’s taking away their FINGERS! cats need their claws to climb and declawing them is inhibiting them from doing what they were born to do! 4) if a cat can reach it, they can wreck it, and that’s on you, not the cat, and that’s on PERIOD! if you have items that you want to keep safe 100% of the time then keep them AWAY!!! you can’t tell a cat to not be a cat, but you CAN tell YOURSELF to be a responsible cat owner!

Entry 1 - Monday

I’m not all that sure what I’m doing. Pieck gave me this, and suggested journaling to help me. She said there’s no wrong way to do this but I’ll probably fuck it up like everything else, so here goes. I uh... had a pretty average day today. Full of planning, saluting, groveling to Marleyans while they called me a devil, and pretending like I don’t hate myself and hate existing. I can tell Gabi is worried about me. Nothing out of the ordinary at this point. A cat followed me home, a yellow tabby. Cats are a rare sight nowadays. They were skinny.

Entry 2 - Tuesday

The cat was sitting outside my door when I left today. It rubbed up against my legs when I was locking my door, and made a noise that sounded like a tiny motorcycle. I think it’s called purring. It followed me to work, and it followed me back home again. I feel bad that it’s so skinny.

Entry 3 - Wednesday

I set out food and water for the cat today when I left. Just some sardines I had sitting in my cupboard. The food was finished and the cat was there waiting for me when I got home. It meowed at me until I pet its’ head.

Entry 4 - Saturday

I had a nightmare last night. Not uncommon for me. Today was my day off, and when I woke up in the morning I heard a scratching noise at the door. Turns out it was the cat, because when I opened the door it ran in and sat in my reading chair like it owned the place. I guess it’s here to stay now, because it runs every time I try to grab it, and it’s not really scratching anything up, so... I don’t know. I moved the food and water bowl inside.

Entry 5 - Sunday

Second day off. I spent the day reading. The cat came and napped in my lap. I fell asleep at one point, too. What? The cat was warm. And the sun was shining on us through the window.

Entry 6 - Thursday

I wish we could take afternoon naps at work. The cat followed me to work again. Pieck saw and asked me about it, so I told her what I told you. She said the cat picked me, whatever that means. I’m not really an animal person so I don’t get why. When I got home, there was a dead bird on my doorstep, and the cat was licking its’ chops. Kinda disgusting.

Entry 7 - Friday

Today I woke up to a crow on my doorstep. This cat is crazy. I asked Pieck about it, she said cats bring gifts to their masters. Some gift, if you ask me. Another observation: cats like boxes.

Entry 8 - Sunday

Something peculiar happened. I had a nightmare, but when I woke up, the cat was there kneading on my chest, licking my nose and rubbing their face against mine. They haven’t left my side yet. Literally. When I took a shower they just sat on the toilet seat lid next to it, and every time I’ve sat down today they’ve climbed in my lap and purred really loudly, rubbing their head against my hands when they could. It’s almost like they could sense my unease. It feels... calming. I usually write at the end of the day but the experience made me want to take note.

Entry 9 - Friday

I’ve missed a couple days, to sum them all up: I go to sleep with the cat under the blankets and wake up with them curled up under my armpit or in the crook of my neck. Today they brought me a squirrel. Their presents are getting to be terrifying, but also normal. They brought me a couple rats the past few days, too.

Entry 10 - Monday

I’m getting this heathen a collar. I woke up to them holding a goose twice their size in their mouth, and the poor creature wasn’t even dead. I had to put it out of its’ misery.

Entry 11 - Tuesday

I came home to find the cat napping in my untouched potatoes. I think I’m gonna call him Potato.

Entry 12 - Tuesday

I think the collar worked. Between the bell and his tags jingling, Potato must scare off every animal in sight because he hasn’t caught anything in a week. Or maybe I’m just not seeing it and he’s been eating his catches after my last reaction. He’s been getting a little fat. I’m worried I’m feeding him too much, I’ve been refilling his bowl every time I saw it empty, which is about twice a day. How much do cats normally eat?

Entry 13 - Saturday

Potato’s not acting normal. He’s been meowing a lot, which is cute, but he also hasn’t been moving as much. And he’s been eating even more than he usually does. I just hope he’ll be okay. Cats aren’t usually kept as pets anymore since they’re so scarce, so no veterinarian will take him. They all keep laughing at me when I tell them my problem. Why is it funny to them? They’re being rude and cruel. If anything happens to Potato I don’t know what I’ll do. Potato is my best friend. Even when he steals my dinner from time to time, I don’t get mad at him. I talk to him about my day like he can hear me, and I tell him about the things I’ve experienced and it really feels like he listens, because every time I get to a bad part and start panicking or crying he’s there, helping me calm down. I haven’t had nightmares even half as often anymore and when I do, he’s there on my chest when I wake up, making me feel better. I can’t call out of work to stay with him. I’m worried he might die. If he does, I’m just glad I have these last two days off. So I can say goodbye.

Entry 14 - Wednesday

He’s getting worse. He’s been laying in the same spot in my closet for awhile. I moved his food and water there and brought blankets and his favorite box to make it cozy for him, but I don’t feel like I can do anything.

Entry 15 - Friday

Well... it turns out Potato was a girl. I came home from work today to find her laying with two kittens - a brown tabby and a black one. I’m just glad she’s okay, and trying to not to think about the fact that I now have two more cats that I’ll have to start feeding myself in a couple weeks. Potato’s been back to her normal self, mostly, but she splits her time between me and running to check up on her babies.

Entry 16 - Saturday

A couple weeks have gone by and I’ve been too busy to write, but the kittens are up and running around now. The black one seems very sure footed and confident in her steps, but the brown tabby runs into walls when he gets excited. He’s... kinda stupid. I made sure to actually check their undersides this time instead of just assuming. I’m hoping to find someone who can get them all fixed at some point so I only have to pay to care for the three I have now.

Entry 17 - Sunday

I have never found myself so content. Or maybe just so distracted. I don’t know. The kittens are cute and so soft but they’re also little nuisances, racing around at night and scratching up the inside of the closet door. They’ve bitten through my lamp chord three times now. I didn’t realize damage control was more expensive than the actual care for them. Why can’t they be like their mom?

Entry 18 - Monday

Gabi wants the brown tabby. I’m kind of attached despite his idiocy, but I see the way her eyes light up when she comes over to play with the kittens. He picked her as his and always cuddles with her. He won’t even sit in my lap now. He just wants Gabi.

Entry 19 - Thursday

Gabi took Porkchop home today. She picked out his name and I paid for the collar and tags. Her mom was already cooing to him within the first five minutes of him being there. Letting him go was the right choice.

Entry 20 - Wednesday

Oh god. Potato’s getting fat again. Wish me luck.

[maybe-your-left]

Moonlight, haunted house, cemetery, cauldron 😬😬😬

Moonlight: Choose 5 favorite works created in the past year (fics, art, edits) that you want to promote.

I'm assuming that these are supposed to be made by me right? either way; in the past year I started writing and posting fanfics that have been semi-popular (not really in the grand scheme)

1: HIPAA Violation, I'm so proud of this shit-and I'm not kidding that I thought about it while driving home from my day job and suddenly we have Dr. Ren who is everyone's favorite. I'm very protective of him-i feel like he's the only thing I've written that people like.

2: Kiss the Sky by @finn-ray-nal-beads it's not my fic but it's my sisters and she puts her heart and soul in everything and its the only Flip story I like.

3: Can You Keep a Secret by @historyandfandoms50 for Mob Kylo which deserves all the praise it gets and more.

4: My darkfic collection is really popular on AO3 but it doesn't hit the same on Tumblr which is a shame... i really love the darkfic but I understand why some people don't

5: Young Love, this fic was another shocked fan favorite, I really didn't think people would like how mean(?) I made HS Kylo but it still gets hits and I'm proud of myself for it!

BONUS #6! I am really excited about my upcoming Ben Solo fic called Codependency its Parole Officer Benji (it will be semi-real, not a lot of fluffy moments but a redemption arch in itself)

Haunted House: Anything you have wanted to write but have been too scared to try?

I wouldn't say 'scared' is the right word, but I have lots of fic ideas in my head all the time but I guess they wouldn't fit with the 'brand' of funny/smut people associate with me. I really really wish I could delete Case In Need to re-write it because I hate how I ended it-it was rushed and I know everyone hated it...

Something I've been considering actually writing is a dark fic with Kylo Ren and reader that is... kinda terrible? like not Window Panes terrible-but it's like around the premise that reader and Kylo have kids (had them like young-young), Kylo works in 'finance' and the two absolutely hate each other but can't be apart. just pure toxic energy. it would just be an excuse to write hatefucking mixed with Kylo being rude to the reader but 'no one else can have her'

Cemetery: Do you prefer prompts or challenges, or completely independent ideas?

Both? I love getting messages from mutuals, but then the pressure sets in where I feel like I have to write what's requested. sometimes they are really nice and other times feel like I'm not good enough to receive that attention.

there are times where I just want that idea shared, or someone to tell me a daydream they have so I can put it out there for them to enjoy and that makes me really happy.

I have a lot of anxiety about my content being stolen, and some of my writing is very (unique?) 'on brand' for me and then I see it again like a week later and it makes me want to just stop all together.

Cauldron: Fave Genres?

To read? Horror, Dark-Fic, Psychological thrillers, anything that makes my chest hurt.

To watch? I really love watching Marriage Story, it makes me cry so much, and it's beautiful. Same with BoJack Horseman, or even something completely stupid like The Clone Wars or Bad Batch makes me emotional.

[offspring-of-calliope]

Peculiar (Newsies Fanfiction) - Chapter 1

Description: Jack Kelly is having a strange encounter on the street.

words: 1696

A/N: This AU was kinda inspired by Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children, so it's basically that some of the Newsies, the Peculiars, have powers and all the Manhattan Newsies live with Medda in the Theatre. Then, there are also those who chase after Peculiars, the Collectors. I'm not quite sure where I want to go with this story bc initially, I only wanted to practice my 'English skills' (she said, sitting in front of her computer like: 'How to English?') and suddenly I had a whole AU in my head. So if you wish for certain scenes or something, you can put your wishes in the comments and I might comply. One thing I'm certain of, however, is my choice of main pairings: Javid and Sprace. But I might include other pairings as well.

I hope you enjoy.

Sincerely, me

Lélodie

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The sky was still being shadowed by dark clouds, even though the rain had stopped approximately three hours ago. Puddles decorated the streets which were filled with busy people, running back and forth while being indifferent to the world around them. And right among these apathetic businessmen, there was a vivid, excited boy, no older than seventeen – Jack Kelly.

The newspapers in his hand felt kind of damp to him but that didn't keep him from advertising news after news, praising the papers as if they were the most precious things on earth.

“Extra! Extra!” Jack cried, followed by made-up headlines nobody bothered to check when buying the paper. It was already late in the evening and most of the papers were sold by now. A little more time passed and eventually, there was only one paper left.

Jack, who did not seem to be quite satisfied with his day's pay, looked around the street until he suddenly caught sight of a well-dressed man who was heading towards his carriage. 'Well, that looks promising,' Jack thought, straightening his collar and making his way over to the man.

“Extra! Extra, good man! A whole factory going up in flames and -”, he began but the man interrupted him with a dismissive gesture of his hand.

“Move, boy. I do not have time for this nonsense.”

“Surely, you're a very important fella, dear sir, but if ya'd just buy a pape -”

The man looked at him in disgust. “I have no intention on doing business with a dirty little boy from the street.” With these words, he entered his carriage, leaving Jack standing like a fool on the street.

“Whatever ya say, good fella, but I's by no means little, nor dirty! And I'd never do business with such an arrogant sucker either!” Jack didn't know why the words of the man had bothered him this much but it was probably because he was tired, exhausted and just wanted to return to the theatre to get a good night's sleep. He was going to continue his quest to sell the last paper when suddenly the carriage was set in motion, purposefully driving through a puddle on the ground so that a bunch of muddy water was being splashed all over him.

“Alright, you sucker, ya totally owe me a new shirt, this one's brand new!” He called after the disappearing carriage. “There goes a four month's pay,” he eventually mumbled, eyeing his body. The dirt felt familiar yet unpleasant on his skin. He hesitated. Next thing he knew, he was making his way towards the nearest dark alley he could find.

A considering look down the alley. Then, he let his powers do the work. A stream of clear water crawled along his arms, his neck, his face and was softly cleaning his body. Jack smiled as he navigated the cool stream, letting it embrace him like a safe blanket or the arms of a person that felt like home. For a short moment, he closed his eyes. Forgetting the world around him that only wanted to harm him and pushed him from one danger towards the next. Forgetting that he had to work under inhuman conditions, day after day. Forgetting everything. And for a short moment, he imagined being in Santa Fe, where everything would be okay.

Then, there came the self-satisfied laughter.

Startled, Jack opened his eyes and found himself faced with a big, bulky guy with crooked teeth and large ears. “Well, well, look what we have here. A Peculiar and a very precious one at that.” The guy held a club in his hands that he'd probably stolen from one of the policemen at some point. The self-satisfied laughter turned into a sinister smirk.

Abruptly, Jack stopped the flowing water and looked around him, searching for an escape route. But he was stuck in a cul-de-sac and the way back to the main street was blocked by Bulky Guy. “Yeah, well, what's it to you, man? You's gonna mind ya own business?” Trying to hide the nervousness that was burning him up from within, Jack settled for a daring grin.

“Oh, so you're a bigmouth, too, huh? This is gonna be so much fun.”

Jack saw the first blow coming. He lifted his arm to block it and stretched out his leg to kick Bulky Guy in the knee. The rest of the fight was kind of a blur to him. Every time it occurred to him that the opportunity to flee had come – Bulky Guy definitely had the upper hand -, his opponent seemed to be reading his mind and was once again blocking his path. Jack wasn't a fool. He knew that he was too tired to keep on for much longer and a little voice in his head was constantly persuading him into using his powers. But he did not dare.

Too clear was the memory of the last time he has used his powers against an actual person. The feeling of flooding another's lungs, more and more and more and more until they were drowning from within. Jack groaned. What in the world did he have to do to just be able to forget the Incident?

“Ready to give up yet, boy?” Bulky Guy asked, clearly enjoying himself.

“You wish,” Jack replied, ducking under yet another blow. His hands were sweaty, his ribs felt broken and the poor boy's head was spinning.

Then, a different voice pierced though the alley. “You there! Leave the boy in peace and get away from here as fast as you can.” Jack was aware of the fact that the newcomer was talking to Bulky Guy but his voice, this delicate, melodic voice was so inviting that his urge to escape from this alley was getting stronger as well.

Jack looked up, wanting to know how Bulky Guy would react, partly expecting him to just turn around and knock out the news guy. To his surprise, Bulky Guy nearly bowed down before the owner of the mystical voice, as if he wanted to apologize for being such a dick, and retreated without another word. Completely bewildered, Jack squinted at his saviour for the first time.

He was only an ordinary boy, as far as he could see. Black hair, worry in his eyes and overall a quite cute appearance. He seemed to be a bit perplexed as well because he solely stood there, at the entrance of the alley, his hands balled into fists, his gaze fixed on Jack.

Jack, who now had found his own voice again. “I guess a 'Thank You' might be appropriate in this situation. Free paper?” He nearly had forgotten the now not only damp but also slightly crumpled newspaper he had stuffed safely into his pocket at the beginning of the fight. He also didn't really care any more. He was too relieved. So he held the paper out to the guy who spared it not even a single glance. Jack was slightly offended.

“Oh my God,” the guy said, his voice softer and more down-to-earth than before. A friendly tone, yet no less beautiful. “I'm going to be in so much trouble now. What if he comes back and what if somebody tells Mama and Papa and why would I even – Oh no, and he is a stranger as well, why did I have to help a complete -”

“In my defence, I am quite a catch and I don't mind playin' damsel in distress, as long as a guy like you's gonna be my knight in shining armour,” Jack interrupted him, slowly getting bored because the guy was talking non-stop to himself instead of reacting to Jack's presence.

Cute Guy looked at him like he was crazy. “What are you talking about? I barely even did anything, to be honest, I was just passing by and saw how this guy attacked you and couldn't keep on walking as if nothing was going on. But it's not exactly my fault the guy went away, he was probably afraid I'd call the cops on him,” and there he was, rambling again.

“Sorry ta interrupt ya, pal, but we both know that he'd have knocked ya out in seconds. And for the record, we also both knows that what ya did there wasn't quite normal.” At least, that was Jack's assumption. It might have been a really big coincidence but his intuition told him that the boy in front of him might be a Peculiar as well. With a grand gesture, he took the guy's hand and put his last paper in it. “Like I said, thank ya. It's nice that our kind looks out for each other. Ya know that there's also others with powers, don't ya? You's not alone in this -”

“Again, I have no idea what you're talking about!” The voice of the boy was getting more tempting this time. He withdrew the hand that Jack still had clasped in his own, stuffed the paper in his bag and looked Jack straight in the eyes.

“Of course,” Jack mumbled, his mind suddenly clouded by something he could not comprehend. “I's sorry I's made such an accusation.”

“Thanks for the apology,” Cute Guy said, looking still a little panicked but in a strange way also satisfied. “It was nice to meet you.” He smiled a bit, then hurried off into what seemed to be a randomly picked direction.

“Wait!” Jack called out. The other guy stopped and glanced back at him in confusion. “The name's Jack Kelly. An' who are you?”

“Wouldn't you like to know?”, was the only answer he got before his saviour disappeared into the crowd.

Jack just stood there, dumbfounded. Then, after what seemed like half an eternity, he came back to himself. “Of course he has powers, that sucker,” he mumbled and swore to himself that he'd never fall for that persuading voice again. But to see if he could keep his promise, he had to find the mystery boy once more.

[bananapajama87]

New Year’s at the Paris Hideout

8:30 pm, New Year's Eve. Paris.

        It had been a drearily grey Christmas that year, but tonight, the Parisian air was glittering with softly falling snow. A once in a decade spectacle that made the city of lights ethereal. On the Canal Saint-Martin, a penthouse apartment window was set aglow as its occupants finally returned, kicking the door open giddily.

“Another flawless operation! And home just in time for some New Year’s binge drinking!” Lupin III twirled dramatically before tossing a sack full of stolen euros into a corner, grinning from ear to ear. His cheeks were flushed from the cold and snow dusted his hair and shoulders, but he seemed too pleased to notice. He hummed as he made his way over to their liquor cabinet.

“Hmm.”  Goemon shook his head solemnly and deposited two bags of loot carefully next to Lupin’s. He knew his arms would be sore for a few days after having to cut down two dozen gun turrets earlier that night, but at the moment he was more distracted trying not to let Lupin’s childish excitement infect him. He crossed to the opposite side of the room and sat cross-legged in his usual spot on the floor. 

“If you call getting strapped to fireworks and nearly being blown up ‘flawless’, we gotta get you some help man.” Jigen laughed around his ever-present cigarette. It seemed to have been crushed during their escape and hung, nearly unrolled, from his lip. He tossed a bag down on the growing corner pile and fell lazily onto the couch, splaying his limbs haphazardly across its entire surface. He tried to take a drag from his cigarette, only to have it fall apart entirely. Giving it a disgusted look, he tossed its remains in an overfull ashtray lying on the floor next to the couch. “At least Fujiko hasn’t betrayed us yet,” he said peeking out from under the brim of his hat to fix the woman in question with an accusing grin.

“I would never! I can’t believe you would say something like that Jigen!” Fujiko huffed. She hadn’t been carrying anything so perched herself immediately on the arm of the couch’s matching loveseat. She then produced a large diamond from somewhere on her person, kissed it lightly, then dropped into her cleavage for safekeeping.

“Hey! You-”

“Alright, guys! Let’s get this party started! Champagne?” Lupin swirled around, an expensive bottle in one hand and four glasses held between his fingers in the other. He was in too good a mood to let these two get into another squabble. He set the glasses down on the coffee table in the center of the room.

“You got any bourbon?” Jigen leaned over, trying to get a better look at what was in the cabinet.

“Sake is the superior drink for celebrating,” Goemon added, cracking open one eye to try to sneak a peek more subtly around Lupin. Lupin rolled his eyes with a smile and pulled two bottles out from the liquor cabinet.

“I expected as much from you ingrates,” he tossed them gently at his friends. Jigen caught this deftly with one hand, but Goemon almost dropped his sake.

“Oh, my favourite brand, you shouldn’t have,” Jigen turned the bottle over in his hands admiringly.

“Thank you,” Goemon said curtly, not wanting to seem too eager. He produced his own sake cup from inside his sleeve and waited for the others to pour their drinks.

“You just keep that thing on you at all times? Don’t you think it might break?” Fujiko asked, covering up a giggle. Goemon frowned and looked away.

“I just happened to know that we would be drinking tonight.”

“And yet you make me buy the booze. I see how it is Goemon,” Goemon didn’t move but Lupin saw his cheeks flush slightly. Lupin laughed and walked over to Fujiko, picking up a flute and the bottle. “You’ll share a drink with me won’t you Fujicakes?”

“Of course,” Fujiko took the offered glass and fluttered her eyelashes. Lupin then set about uncorking the champagne. It exploded with a loud POP! Jigen and Fujiko cheered as a Lupin scrambled to catch the shower of foam that came with it in a glass. 

“Probably, shouldn’t have tossed it,” he said sheepishly. He then filled Fujiko’s glass and raised his own. “To a year of being the best in the business! Best thieves, best crew, best family a guy could ask for!” A cry of ‘cheers!’ (and one kanpai) rang up in the apartment and glasses were drained, or in Jigen’s case, a swig was taken.

“Didn’t know you were such a friggin’ sap, Lupin,” Jigen chuckled. Lupin tossed himself down into the chair where Fujiko sat and poured them both a second glass.

“Liar,” Lupin grinned at him, narrowing his eyes.

"You’re right, I guess I did know that.” Jigen smiled back at him fondly.

“We get it, you’re in love,” Fujiko ruffled Lupin’s hair then downed her second glass and held it out for Lupin to refill, “now let’s drink until we wake up in the new year!”

“That we can agree on!” Jigen took a deep drink from his whisky.

 8:45 p.m.

“So you’ve never? Not even once?”

“A lady never tells.”

“HA! Some lady!

 9:38 p.m.

 “Ok, you gotta tell us. Ain’t it breezy? I mean, it’s basically your whole torso out-”

“I am perfectly capable of controlling-“

“What are you complaining about? If I had a chest like that, you can bet I’d never wear a shirt either-”

“As someone who also has a great chest, I understand the choice-”

“This is highly inappropriate!”

“No! don’t put it back on!”

 10:34 p.m.

“Hey, can I try on your hat?”

“You?”

“Uh, yeah, I’m the one asking.”

“…”

“It’s not like I’m gonna break it. It’s a hat”

“…”

“Let her try the hat. C’mon Ji-ji~”

“… y-yeah fine.”

“Yay! Look me! I shoot good and I never wash my hair!”

“Ok never mind, give it back.”

 10:53

“You know, even though it’s so stupid, you trusting her no matter what is kinda endearing. It’s like… unconditional love or something.”

“Unconditional lust more like.”

“Aww, don’t say something so unromantic Fujicakes!

“No, I am inclined to agree with Fujiko.”

 11:59

“Almost midnight, guys!” Lupin slurred. His jacket was thrown on the floor next to him and his tie was around his head but kept sliding into his eyes. They had gone through the bottle of champagne and he and Fujiko had switched to red wine. Fujiko had turned on the radio and pulled lupin into a spirited dance around the apartment, laughing wildly. Jigen seemed to be handling his half bottle of whisky pretty well, except for the fact that he had undone his tie and the top buttons on his shirt and was hanging off the couch more precariously than normal. He was smiling stupidly at nothing in particular, nodding along to the music. That may have had to do with the fact that Goemon had moved from his spot at the wall to lay his head on Jigen’s lap. His face has gone fully red by his fourth cup of sake. Jigen was running his fingers idly through Goemon’s hair and it seemed like the samurai had almost fallen asleep. He roused a little when Lupin announced the time. The radio had stopped the music and was now playing the broadcaster's voices. Goemon couldn’t quite make out what they were saying.

“How ‘bout a kiss for New Years Fujicakes?” Lupin asked, dipping Fujiko low and leaning in. She pressed a finger to his lips.

“Thirty more seconds Lupin, patience!” she was giggling as she said this, surprised by the dip.

Jigen’s hand left Goemon’s hair and Goemon stirred properly.

“Looks like it’s you and me pal.”

“For what?” Goemon wanted to ask but the radio had begun counting down.

Five!

Jigen slid down onto the floor next to him. Hello Jigen~

Four!

Oh, he was moving closer. Their shoulders were touching. What was going on again?

Three!

Oh yeah, it was New Years. Why was Jigen getting closer?

Two!

Jigen was gently holding Goemon’s chin and turning his head. Was this…?

One!

Goemon could feel the warmth radiating from Jigen’s face and his eyes closed almost reflexively.

Happy New Year’s!

Contact. Goemon’s whole body went tense and relaxed all at once. Jigen was kissing him. His beard was scratchy on his face and his lips were chapped. Something in Goemon’s brain lit up brighter than anything he’d ever seen. Was that supposed to happen?

Then it was over. Just a moment. Goemon jumped away and scrambled up the couch.

“Excuse me? I… Jigen- what?” Goemon felt his face go impossibly redder. He covered his mouth. This was outrageous. That had been… he had…

“Huh? New Year’s kiss… uh…” Jigen sat stunned on the floor. Lupin and Fujiko were pulled out of their much more intimate kiss by the sound of confused sputtering. “Sorry Goemon, didn’t mean anything by it. We can just forget it.”

“New Year’s kiss?”

“Yeah. You never heard of it?” Lupin had walked over and clapped a concerned hand on Goemon’s shoulder. He jumped and Lupin withdrew his hand.

“Come on Goemon, it’s not like it was your first kiss or anything,” Fujiko said, crouching next to the couch to look up at Goemon. Goemon looked away quickly and Fujiko put her hand to her mouth to cover her shocked gasp. The other two men were not so polite and just looked on with jaws hanging open.

“Oh no… Goemon, this is the real fucking crime of the century,” said Lupin, his face slowly breaking out into a grin as he shook his head. Fujiko was trying very hard to suppress and ‘aww’, she knew Goemon would not take kindly to that.

“I guess he has been training to be a damn samurai his whole life...” Jigen said, looking dumbfounded. “Really? No one else?”

Goemon shook his head, unable to look at any of them.

“How was it?!” Lupin asked excitedly, jumping the couch to sit on Goemon’s other side. Now he had nowhere to avert his eyes to.

“Lupin!” Fujiko chided.

“…Scratchy”

The room went dead silent for a moment, leaving only the radio quietly playing Auld Lang Syne. Then Lupin and Fujiko erupted into laughter. Jigen collapsed into the couch, burying his face in the cushions.

“It is, isn’t it?!” Lupin guffawed slapping Jigen on the back a couple times and Jigen groaned.

“… it was nice,” Goemon added. That was too much for Fujiko, who scooped Goemon into a hug.

“Aww, Goemon!” She cried, holding him close. Then she pulled away and looked him in the eyes. “Can I give you a kiss?”

Goemon’s eyes flew to the ceiling, the only escape route. He would not be able to answer her the way he wanted if he had to maintain eye contact.

“If you must,” he managed to cough out. She beamed and planted a lipstick kiss on the corner of his mouth. It was a distinct experience from earlier, but just as nice. Something about it made Goemon’s lips curve up without his permission.

“Aw, no fair! Goemon, can I kiss ya?” Lupin pouted at him, pulling his puppy dog face that got him what he wanted with Jigen. Goemon resented this attempt at manipulation but had his answer anyway.

“I suppose…” Lupin jumped in excitement and planted a huge kiss on his cheekbone then peppered his cheek and finally landed squarely on Goemon’s mouth. Goemon was dumbfounded for a moment but found himself bursting into laughter with the rest of them.

         Jigen was still sitting on the floor, laughing, but still looked a little guilty about what had happened. Goemon extended his arms to him and made a ‘come here’ motion. Jigen did as he was asked.

“May I kiss you?” Goemon asked curtly, smiling, and still flushed.

“Uh, sure. Yeah…if you wanna?” Jigen said, sounding confused. Goemon took Jigen’s chin like he had taken his just minutes before and kissed him very softly. When Goemon opened his eyes, Jigen was bright red.

“Jigen! You’ve turned Goemon into a kissing machine! We’ll never be able to stop him now!” Lupin howled with laughter and Goemon pushed him off the couch, where he continued laughing on the floor.

[purplesurveys]

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Do you think someone is missing you atm? No. Maybe my friends do, but like in passing? since I haven’t seen most of them in nearly a year. But that’s assuming a lot and being a little too confident, lmao. Idk anyone who would be actively missing me.

Can you think of one reason why some people might not like you? I have a formal side to me especially when it comes to work, so people might see it as being cold and aloof. I’m also pretty straightforward about my feelings towards certain people, so even if we don’t really talk but I know I’m not fond of them, I’ll silently block them on social media so I don’t see them on my feed lol. That is definitely an easy way for them not to like me.

So we’re two months into 2017. How has it been for you so far? Has anything happened in the past 2 months that you think you will always remember? I was meh. It was my first anniversary with Gab then so everything was going perfectly on the relationship front. I was still struggling badly with mental health issues and a lot of anxiety stemming from my transition to college, soooo it was nice to have someone comfort me during those difficult times. But yeah, the first half of 2017 was basically still me having a tough time in university.

Can you describe what was going through your mind during your last kiss? I was thinking of how happy I was and how everything was going to be okay after all. Look at how wrong I turned out to be, haha. I laugh it off now.

Are you talking to anyone while filling this in? What are you talking about? No.

If you’re in a relationship, are you happy? And if you’re single, are you looking for someone? Not looking. A friend told me some girl was interested in me but she had asked for my star sign, which was an immediate turn-off lol. But in all seriousness, I’m not looking to be in a relationship any time soon, much less date around. It’s my first time being completely single in 6 years, so there’s a lot about me I’m continuing to explore and learn about which is a nice feeling to have. I’ve finally gotten the hang of being alone and actually enjoying being alone, so I don’t plan on breaking the routine soon.

Have you ever been so drunk that you could barely stand? As the friend with the lowest alcohol tolerance, yes.

Was your last hug from someone of the opposite sex? No, they are non-binary.

Will you be sharing your bed with someone else tonight? No.

Is there anything wrong with you right now? I need a shower lmao. But other than that, no.

Have you eaten chocolate today? No, and I’m not looking for it at the moment. Too sweet.

Think back to last night … did you go to sleep before midnight? Yeah, just shortly before midnight. I had been trying to sleep since 9:30 but couldn’t and I was only finally able to fall asleep at like, 11:30 or something.

The last time you sent a text to someone, did you add a kiss at the end? Nah. A kiss would’ve been irrelevant in the text I sent.

Where did you meet the person you love/like? Hm...do I still love her? Idk if I can refer to her in these questions anymore. You all know where we met, anyway.

Have you had any recent calls or texts from any unknown numbers? Did you answer them? It’s unknown but I knew who they were; I’m just too lazy to update their info. It was a missed call but it was beyond 6 PM so I no longer called him back.

OK … let’s just say I’m going to buy you a present … but I don’t know what to get :/ Would you mind if I just bought you a box of chocolates? I’d appreciate the gesture, definitely. It would take me a while to finish it up though.

Has anyone ever stolen food from you? Yeah. 

What is something that people make fun of you for? I’m kinda slow and it takes me longer than most to process things, from simple jokes to complex mechanics. I hate it when people I’m not close to make fun of me for it - because we aren’t even close??? but if it’s my friends, I laugh along since being slow has been my trademark for years hahaha.

Which supermarket do you like to shop at? We usually do our shopping at SM or Metro, but my dream is to be rich enough to be able to do my regular shopping at Rustan’s, ha.

Do you think you might have any obsessive compulsive tendencies? I guess. The one I practice most frequently is having to take several trips to check on something, like making sure I closed the fridge properly, or that I locked the main door when I leave the house, or making sure my bedroom light has been switched off, etc.

Who was the last person to text you? Do you think this person cares for you? Angela, and yeah and she reminds me all the time that she does.

Did you have a conversation last night that made you smile? Sure.

Has anyone paid you a compliment at all today? I don’t think so, so far.

Have you ever been told that your boyfriend/girlfriend wasn’t good enough for you? Hahaha yeah for like the past three years. It always fell on (my) deaf ears, so Angela was relieved as fuck when she found out it was finally over.

Do you think it’s okay to flirt with someone that’s already taken, as long as it goes no further? No. I’d feel pretty betrayed if a significant other started flirting with someone else.

Have you ever been on the phone for more than an hour straight? Way more than an hour.

Are you a spender or a saver? Can be both, but right now I’m a saver considering how much I had to spend in the last two months. Are you currently wearing anything pink? My shorts are pink.

If someone close to you is upset, does that make you feel upset too? Depends on how invested I am in their problem. But if I’m the one who caused them to feel upset, then yeah I’d definitely feel the same way because I hate fucking up.

Do you struggle to say ‘no’ to things you don’t want to do? Sometimes, but it’s been easier to do it these days.

Are you wearing any label brands of clothing? Not right now.

Do you think it’s really possible to love just one person until the day you die? It’s possible. It certainly happened with my grandpa, who I believe was never with anyone else other than my grandma.

Someone attractive is staring at you. What do you do? Use my phone. That, and feel creeped out.

How long can you stay single after a relationship break-up, before you feel ready to be with someone else? It’s been four months and counting and I don’t feel like jumping into another relationship. I enjoy being by myself.

Do you miss someone atm? Does that person know that you miss them? No, I don’t.

Are you friends with someone a lot of people dislike? Andi is quite polarizing, tbh. They have a loud personality that some will see as being too bold/brash or feeling too close to someone. So I guess yes.

Do you think someone else will also want to fill in this survey? Eh, sure.