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brbsoulnomming · 1 year

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Tell Me Sweet Little Lies Part 11

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Time passes in bits and pieces. He hears screaming, and crying, and loud voices, and he thinks he feels himself moving, but mostly it's just stretches of nothingness broken up by radiating waves of pain.

The first thing that filters through with any kind of recognition is, of all things, Erica Sinclair.

She's completely tearing down Steve, calling him a moron with an overinflated sense of his own abilities and an underdeveloped sense of self-preservation, and a liar, and describing in intricate detail the exact size, shape, and heat of the fire that's going to consume him because of said lying.

Eddie absolutely has to see this, and he forces his eyes open, faintly registering the blurry form of a brilliant, defiant Erica Sinclair, but nothing else.

"Come over here," Steve says softly, from - somewhere, Eddie can hear his voice but can't see him.

"I'm not a baby, I don't need a hug." Her eyes have this glassy sheen, though, and her lower lip wobbles, and -

Oh, oh no, Eddie regrets opening his eyes, because he's not sure he's capable of handling seeing her cry.

"I need a hug," Steve says from wherever he is.

Erica gathers herself up, launching herself at - something, and Eddie blinks a few times to try to get his vision to clear. His head feels foggy as he attempts to turn it, like he's moving through thick, clouded water.

Or maybe jello.

Oh, there's Steve. He has his arms around Erica and she's all curled up into him, like she's trying to hide herself in his hold, barely visible in the hospital bed.

Wait, hospital bed?

Why is Steve in a hospital bed?

His mind skips and tries to hold onto something, but it's gone before he knows it.

Eddie's drifting again. There's snippets of conversation, words that stand out on their own but don't make any kind of sense when strung together, voices he thinks he recognizes but get all jumbled up and twisted until he can't tell one from another.

Finally, he wakes enough to know he's awake, and what looks like a hospital room drifts into focus - clinical, sterile walls, beeping machines, curtain drawn around him - he's alone, utterly alone, and there's something up his nose, something clawing at his hand, something weighing down his ribs, filling up his lungs. He starts to feel himself hyperventilate, starts to hear the machines beeping louder.

Cursing comes from behind the curtain, then, "Eddie?"

Eddie's breath catches and sticks in his throat, and it's not until he sees the curtain start to move that he gets it unstuck.

"Steve?" he asks, his voice sounding like he swallowed shards of glass.

Throat feels like it, too.

"M'here," Steve says, and the curtain is finally pulled back enough that Eddie can see him.

Steve's panting, neck all bandaged up, eyes glassy, wearing only a hospital gown - but he's standing, alive and real, and Eddie starts to feel his heart rate slow.

"Hi," he says.

Steve quirks a little smile. "Hey," he says back.

Eddie's focus goes hazy for a moment, and he lights on the rumpled hospital bed behind Steve, realizes that's where he came from, and frowns at him.

"Get the fuck back in bed, Harrington."

Steve waves a hand at him. "Working on it."

Eddie opens his mouth to ask what the hell that means when he notices the faint tremble in Steve's hand where it holds the curtain, the wide, stiff stance of his legs.

"Should I call someone?"

"S'okay," Steve says, managing to turn himself around and shuffle close enough to the bed that he can drop down on it. "Dustin'll be back soon, he can call whoever you need for you."

"That's not-" Eddie cuts off, mostly because he has to suck in a deep breath to keep talking, and it makes his whole abdomen feel like there's a thousand needles sticking into him.

Or a thousand tiny, vicious teeth, and there's some kind of noise echoing in the air that he's never heard before, something high pitched and whining and terrified, rough and dangerous like the shriek of metal gears threatening to pop out of place with one more turn -

"Eddie?" Steve's saying, sounding just a little panicked. "Shit, Eddie, do you need-"

There's a rustling like Steve's going to get back up to come over to him, and that's enough to cut through his own panic and make him realize that the noise is coming from him.

Eddie clamps his mouth shut, only to immediately open it and hiss out, "No."

There's silence for a moment, other than the sound of ragged breaths from both of them and the faint beep of the monitors.

"I'm - fuck, okay, I'm pretty not okay right now, I gotta tell you, but I'm going to be less okay if you hurt yourself getting over here so just. Stay there where I can see you, okay, big boy?"

Steve's throat works as if he's considering insisting that he can absolutely get over there just fine, but Eddie can see the moment that he gives in.

"Okay. Just - I'm here, Eds, okay? I'm here, you're safe."

"Okay," Eddie says, trying to focus on slowing his breathing. Trying not to think about what he last remembers, trying not to think about anything. "Okay."

There's a beat, and then Eddie closes his eyes so he doesn't have to see Steve's face as he asks, "Can you say it again?"

And thank fucking Jesus - or whoever - for Steve goddamn Harrington, who knows exactly what Eddie's asking, who gives it to him without hesitation. He doesn't think about what that means, about how many times Steve's done this for one of the others after shit went down, or if someone's done this for him.

He just makes himself breathe, and falls back asleep to the endless murmur of Steve Harrington whispering, "You're safe, I'm here. You're not alone. You're safe."

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Dustin's in the hospital bed with Steve the next time Eddie opens his eyes. Tucked in against him, face buried in Steve's shoulder like he was crying, Steve's arm around his shoulders holding him close - the way Eddie's uncle used to do for him, back when he wasn't much younger than Dustin. Steve's eyes are closed, and Eddie watches them and wonders -

How long have they been doing this? How many times have they saved the world, how old were they when this all started? Eddie's the oldest one out of the lot of them, he realizes. Out there, he'd felt so young, so inexperienced next to all of them, but now? With Steve's face gone slack in sleep, Dustin holding onto him like he was a kid climbing into his big brother's bed after a bad dream?

Fuck, they're all so young.

He means to say something, he thinks, but his throat feels like it's full of sawdust, and he's not sure how he's supposed to speak when his tongue is so heavy and swollen. He swallows, swallows again, closes his eyes to swallow for the third time, like it's going to help -

His eyes open, and it's just Steve in the bed again.

Steve's own eyes are half closed, but he still must spot that Eddie's awake again, because he gives that stupid little finger wiggling wave that he'd done when they first returned to the boathouse with a buttload of junk food for Eddie the Banished.

Fuck, Eddie really likes him.

"Hey," he manages to say, and then gives a strangled yelp when he feels a sudden intense pressure on his hand.

Eddie looks down at it, sees a pair of hands holding his own so securely he's not sure they're ever going to be separated, follows the hands to the arms they're connected to, and then -

"Henderson." The rush of relief that Eddie feels is so overwhelming that he has to slam his eyes shut against the sting of tears, and he can feel his chest heaving as he struggles to breathe without letting it become wet, wrenching sobs.

"Eddie?" Dustin asks, sounding panicked. "Eddie - shit, Steve, I think he's -"

Eddie squeezes his hand, trying to wordlessly tell him that he's okay - or at least as okay as he's gonna get right now.

Distantly, he can hear Steve saying something, low and steady, and it takes him a moment before he realizes it's another mantra of, "You're safe, man, Dustin's okay. Everyone's okay, it's all right."

His breathing evens out, though there's still a bit of a painful edge to when he breathes too deeply, and he manages to open his eyes again.

"Hey," Eddie says, his voice raspy.

Dustin's eyes are all shiny and red rimmed, and he tilts his head down to scrub his face against his shoulder. "Are you awake now?"

Eddie tries to lift his other hand to give a noncommittal wiggle, but it feels heavier than he expected, and he gives up halfway through. "Eh," he says instead. "Fifty-fifty."

Dustin's expression crumples a little at that, like he's not sure if he's going to cry or shout. "I'm really mad at you," he tells him matter-of-factly. "But I guess I can't yell at you until you're at least seventy-thirty."

"Nooooo," Eddie protests. "Why don't you yell at me while I'm fully asleep, all right? I give you blanket permission to yell at me while I'm unconscious, then we can get it over with."

Dustin raises an eyebrow. "Do you even know why you're getting yelled at?"

"Nope." If Eddie thought about it hard enough, he's pretty sure he could figure it out, but - he doesn't want to think about it hard enough. "That's also another point in favor of being yelled at while I'm out."

"You almost died," Dustin hisses, and oh, yeah.

Right.

"So much for seventy-thirty," Eddie mutters, then frowns. "Wait, why am I not dead?"

Dustin makes this distressed, gut wrenching sound - a sound that tugs something loose in his memories, because he's reasonably sure he's heard it before when everything was pain and screaming and sobbing, and fuck, he never wants to hear the kid sound like that again.

"I'm sorry," Eddie manages to get out. "I'm sorry, Dustin, I'm so sorry."

"Don't ever do that again, okay?" Dustin asks, holding on to his hand so tightly that he thinks it would hurt if he wasn't a little floaty from pain meds. "Promise me Eddie, don't ever leave me behind like that again, I can't do it."

Fuck.

"Okay," he says softly. "It apparently didn't work anyway."

He doesn't say that if it's a choice between him or Dustin, it's always going to be him, but - clearly trying to make sure the kid couldn't follow him didn't work out all that well, so he can promise to do things differently next time.

"You found me," Eddie says, though it's half a question.

"Yeah." That one word holds a weight of grief and anger and horror heavy enough to drown in, and Eddie winces.

"I'm sorry," he says again, even though he knows there's no apologizing for what Dustin must have gone through, finding him like that.

Dustin juts his chin out, the picture of stubbornness.

He looks a little bit like Steve, there.

"I'm not," Dustin says. "If I hadn't found you, it might've been too late. If I hadn't intercepted the others and told them what you did, they would've wasted time going back to the trailer and the gate we didn't have easy access to anymore."

Eddie doesn't think he sounds accusing, but - he's willing to admit he didn't think his plan through, just as much as he's willing to admit he can't think all that clearly now.

"How…?" he trails off, hoping Dustin will be able to tell what he's asking.

"We used Fred's gate, the one in the woods by the highway." Dustin sniffles a little, sounding like he's trying to get himself under control. "Steve carried you out."

Eddie's gaze darts back over to the other hospital bed at that. Steve's eyes are closed and his face is half turned away, but Eddie kind of gets the feeling he's just trying to give them some sense of privacy rather than him really being asleep.

Fuck, of course the guy literally carried him out of hell.

"Sounds like a lot of effort to go through just to drag my sorry ass out of there," Eddie mutters, looking away from both of them.

Dustin scoffs. "Steve, tell Eddie he's being a dumbass!"

"You're being a dumbass, Munson," Steve chimes in dutifully, completely validating Eddie's conclusion about him being awake.

"Hey!" Eddie protests, but his voice isn't up to making it as forceful as he wants it to be.

"You're one of us now," Dustin tells him earnestly. "We're not going to leave you alone, okay?"

Fuck, he feels like he's going to cry again.

"Yeah, I hear you," he says, more because he wants Dustin to stop saying things like that than because he's really internalized it. He looks over at Steve. "What happened to get you stuck in here with me, man? Was Robin right, is it the rabies?"

Steve gives an offended sounding squawk. "I do not have rabies, Munson, oh my god."

Dustin's eyes get huge. "Rabies? I thought you said it was just an infection? Was rabies a possibility?"

"It was never a possibility! It's just Robin and Eddie being stupid!"

"Oh, stupid like not fully treating your demobat bites and not telling any of us how bad they were getting until you collapsed in the hospital?"

"Almost collapsed!" Steve protests. "I almost collapsed, there's a difference!"

Mission accomplished, Eddie closes his eyes, letting himself lean further back in his pillows.

He listens to the sounds of Steve and Dustin bickering back and forth, hearing the echo of a sharp, aching love under each of their words and letting the pretense that it now includes him soothe him to sleep.

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I am weak for Steve & Dustin & Eddie, okay, I had to include some - the next couple of bits are likely going to be more party bonding, but the boys will get some alone time soon!

Part 12

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #erica sinclair #dustin henderson #soulmate au #steddie soulmate au #steve and dustin #eddie and dustin

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guy-in-a-dress · 2 years

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Rating the main M*A*S*H crew on their hugging abilities

1. Hawkeye

The hugger of all time

Probably picks you up n hops around with you while yelling about whatever the fuck he's being insane about at the moment

The skinny arms lowkey dig into your everywhere but it's worth it

9/10

2. Trapper

Beefy teddy bear

IDC if he said he's out of shape in that one ep I can see that beef. Muscly ppl are some of the best huggers

WILL spin you. He probably sends the kids that hang around around the camp into orbit when he's in a good mood

10/10

3. BJ

Father figures give the best hugs

Also something about that mustache make him feel significantly huggier idk why

He'd probably jump around like Hawkeye or at the very least shake you like a rag doll

You know you've had a good hug if you feel mildly concussed afterwards

10/10

4. Henry

What did I say about father figures

His office is open for hugs as long as he's not on the phone with his wife

He'd be real confused going into it tho

"Arms over the shoulder- oh no around the waist okay"

Also whatever is in those vest pockets would poke you

8/10

5. Potter

Grandpa. Need I say more

Not to mention he's a horse girl(gender neutral), who are known for being excellent at hugs

Unfortunately he smells like an antique barn but that comes with the job of being your friendly neighborhood horse grandpa

9/10

6. Frank

Unpopular opinion time but I genuinely think he's capable of being a great hugger

Like he needs SOME type of positive trait to balance out his cartoonishly evil persona so I think this is a bone I'm willing to throw

He'd probably be that relative that you let hug you bc you feel kind of bad for him

Then he ruins the moment by saying the most horrifying shit imaginable

That and he always seems to be in a cold sweat no matter the weather

7/10

7. Margaret

A good hugger when it counts

Isn't one for hugging or physical touch beyond sex

However

She will not hesitate to hug a patient or child if she's asked or if she feels it's necessary

If she's in a good mood she'll hug a nurse who's having a hard time

7/10

8. Charles

The repressed of all time

Will not give hugs unless he's mega drunk

Probably wasn't hugged enough as a child

If someone else initiates he'll probably complain but eventually reciprocate like the antagonist-turned-bitchy-roommate he is

Definitely get "disgusting. Do it again" vibes from him esp in later seasons

5/10

9. Radar

Nope

Look I'm definitely a "southerners and midwesterners give the best hugs" truther but this boy is a limp noodle

You'd get an arm around the shoulder if you're lucky

He's probably bad at handshakes too

Won't initiate unless he's on the verge of tears or losing his mind with hype

4/10

10. Father Mulcahy

Since he's a priest I'm choosing to count him as a father figure and by this point you know what I think about dad hugs

He's 100% DTH(down to hug) and won't bring it up again afterwards (he counts hugs as silent confessions)

He'd probably do the 'rocking back n forth' thing too if he thinks it's necessary

11/10

11. Klinger

Fuck yeag

Is a lot like Mulcahy in that he will hug anyone he thinks needs it

Also probably has several handkerchiefs on his person just in case you need to cry

If he's upset he'll probably squeeze you like a stress ball without realizing but that shit's therapeutic

10/10

#not to worry potter will probably teach radar how to give a good handshake #hawkeye pierce #trapper mcintyre #bj hunnicutt #henry blake #colonel potter #frank burns #margaret houlihan #charles emerson winchester iii #radar o'reilly #father mulcahy #mashposting #mash #mash tv #myposting #maxwell klinger

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cinnbar-bun · 5 months

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Important Message

So... haha... been almost a month since I really did anything on this blog...

Listen, I'm gonna keep it straight to you guys, the months leading up to my hiatus were, to put it mildly, some of the most disgusting I've seen in my years as a fanfic writer and fandom enjoyer. This is a bit of a vent post, because, well, genuinely, I really hope the fandom can get better. I'm assuming most of the bad experiences I've had came through people a bit younger/newer to fandom or tumblr/fanfic culture in general. If you want just an update on the blog, I will be posting that shortly after this one.

I'm going to list out some of the shit I had to go through (that I am sure many fanfic writers, but more specifically, POC fandom creators go through). This is a long post. Yeah, also, this is obvious but TW FOR: Racism (including slurs), Islamaphobia, sexism, death threats, suicide threats, harassment, and just flat out horrible behavior.

I'm gonna go list some of the slurs I've been messaged or called, I'll even rate them for you guys <3:

Camel jockey: oooo, haven't heard that one before. get more creative, 3/10

camel fucker: nice, bit more crass, still not original. 3.5/10, just a bit funny

Terrorist: wow, dude, oh my gosh, I can't believe I've never heard that one living in post 9/11 America! Wow! 0/10 try harder

I also don't know where the assumption came from that I was a hijabi... I am not. Calling me a BMO? Pretty unique but sadly does not fit me. :(/10

This barely scratches the surface of what I have dealt with after having been open about my heritage. I'm sorry my very existence offends you and requires you to come out and send me shit about hoping my family dies or that my favorite character brutally hurts me. I have read your messages, and after long consideration, I have decided to no longer be Middle Eastern. Yep, that's right, guys, I am no longer MENA! Don't worry about my family history or anything, I just choose not to be that anymore. There, now you don't have to send me messages about hoping my family gets killed <3

Let's see what else we should tackle.

Should I tackle the fact that I've gotten messages from others to update a fic or answer a request or they will try to self harm or commit suicide?

Should I tackle the fact that some have tried to pressure or guess my sexuality (dude, what the fuck)?

Should I tackle how I got messages from others assuming my place because of my religion?

Should I tackle how I've gotten weird ass messages from people getting mad at me because how DARE I not write certain things during Ramadan?

Should I tackle those things?

I'll save you the hassle, no, I really shouldn't have had to, but fact is, the One Piece fandom has to be some of the worst I've seen and interacted with purposefully in a long time. And I was in the Hetalia fandom way back when. I should not have dumb shit about "liberating" me or oh, oh, oh, I love this one! People asking me if I have 'full armament haki' (I hope you genuinely, genuinely, get the fuck off your phone and go outside. Maybe have a walk and go talk to actual people.)

I've met some genuinely lovely, beautiful, and kind people. They truly are some of the most talented creators I've seen, and I'm grateful they chose to befriend me. The good does outweigh the bad. But the bad? Oh lord, I think you guys are genuinely some of the most disgusting pieces of shits I've ever had the displeasure of meeting.

Fanfic writers are not your slaves. I have a full time job, I have a full time life outside of my tumblr and my writing. I write when I want to because I like to write, and fanfic is a good creative outlet. You sending dumb messages crying about no updates after four days of me posting a new chapter, or threatening to harm yourself because of this is disgusting.

POC creators, especially, are not your fucking tokens. I'm not here to break down every racial stereotype for you. I'm not here to be sitting there mocked with crap I already hear in my outside life. And I sure as HELL am not here for fake support only to be called slurs and mocked the minute I don't do something for you. You are gross, you are not funny, you are genuinely a horrible person and if your ideal vision of humor boils down to the Instagram comments section, all I'm saying is, I'm not wishing you anything positive.

If you read this far, thank you. Truly. This was difficult to place and write down, but it needed to be said, because even to this day I still get messages similar to before.

Do better, One Piece fandom. Do better. Because you are only going to lose the fans who really care and who put effort into making things. How far can you harass fanfic creators, and especially POC ones, with your bullshit before you lose out on things?

I don't need to 'move on'. My identity and my existence is on a completely separate wave than so and so idk, liking a ship or a character. One is fake, and one is literally who I am. Putting false equivalencies to the issues within fandom because it makes you 'sad' is shitty.

I've only given you an idea of what I had to deal with. Now imagine this constantly by random people, both on tumblr and AO3, and then imagine that also in your daily life, on the media, in the news, in the music, on the radio, in the books- fucking everywhere. It's exhausting.

Just... fucking do better. Actually fucking listen to POC. I got nothing else to add that wouldn't just be me repeating the same shit I and others have tried to say.

Just be kind, for gods sake, and remember that creators are human, not the silly avatars we choose.

#rambles #important notice #tw racsim #tw sexism #tw slur #tw islamophobia

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omniuravity · 8 months

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I'm gonna rate all the songs in Hazbin Hotel in order from my least favorite to my favorite.

@bloodypeachblog @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered

12. It Starts With Sorry (Episode 2)

This song isn't bad, I just hate how sappy it is. It doesn't help that it's in the same episode as Stayed Gone which is one of my favorites.

11. Whatever It Takes (Episode 3)

Again, I don't hate it I just don't think it's as strong as the rest of the songs. I personally wasn't a fan of the songs in Episode 3, they just weren't as strong as the rest.

10. Welcome To Heaven (Episode 6)

It's not nearly as strong as the other song in the episode. It's pretty good though and reminds me of Happy Day In Hell, which I think was the point.

9. You Didn't Know (Episode 6)

This song is super emotional, but it has way too many story beats within the song and takes me for a ride. It is a powerful song towards the end, but idk it just doesn't hit as hard.

8. Happy Day In Hell (Episode 1)

It's a pretty good first song for the show. I'm just not a fan 🤷🏻‍♀️

7. Respectless (Episode 3)

It sounds like something I'd hear on the radio, which sometimes work but I just wasn't a fan. The only reason this song is so high is because I like Velvette's singing voice.

6. Hell's Greatest Dad (Episode 5)

This episode has two strong songs, and this one is definitely one of my favorites. I love the banter between Lucifer and Alastor. Personally the only thing I dislike about this song is Mimzy's entrance at the end, but I suppose it ends the song.

5. Hell Is Forever (Episode 1)

I love that it's a reprise of Happy Day In Hell, but also Alex Brightman is great at rock musical theatre. It's honestly just a bop. Guitar solo, fuck yeah!

4. Poison (Episode 4)

In my opinion this song is like Addict the sequel. This song is so passionate and strong that it just has to be one of my favorites. This is a reflection of not only Angel Dust as a character, but also the industry he works in.

3. Stayed Gone (Episode 2)

It's so good! It's a double villain song (even though Alastor is technically a protagonist). I am a sucker for a good villain song. Also, as someone who is studying music the A B B A format works really well for me. It's also super jazzy which fits both Vox and Alastor.

2. More Than Anything (Episode 5)

This song made me cry. This song is a testament to Lucifer as a character, as well as his love for his daughter. I am a SUCKER for emotional songs, and this one hit me in the gut.

1. Loser, Baby (Episode 4)

I LOVE Keith David's singing voice especially since I grew up with Princess and the Frog. Not only that, but it's a good start to the slow burn that HuskerDust is supposed to be. I also love that Husk calling "baby" is derogatory and as the song progresses it becomes friendly and loving.

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mrsoftthoughts · 4 months

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Maybe im late to do this

But I'm bored, so come with me to my rambling about my personal opinion towards some of Nico di Angelo ships and Rating each one

(Disclaimer: Nothing here goes with intention of offend someone,i always try to be respectful but if something that i say here sounds rude, feel free to tell, I never notice how bad can sound something until someone else points it out)

-Percico/ Nicerci 4/10

Honestly i admire the people that ship this and doesn't give a fuck about what other people say, some of the fan artist and writers make things soo good that should be in a museum

But it's not my personal liking, i only like this when its the exploration of Nico's unrequited crush on Percy , but i honestly I never liked when Nico and Percy had a 100% good relationship of any kind, because their dynamic is complicated at best ( i could talk about it for hours while im probably crying because both are pretty dear to me) and i prefer to think that now their are just "neutral" to each other ( see that part of my description that says "bittersweet relationships sucker" this is why is there) and all that extends to that i cant see these two in a romantic relationship

But that's all, is just not my personal liking, i don't mind the existence of this couple and once again, the people that makes content from them are really talented an deserve all my respect, you guys always come out with the best ideas for angst and i love that of all of you

-Jasico 9/10

They're Cute!! Honestly i don't have my own ideas for them but the Romantic content of these two 90% of the times it's good and i enjoy it ,I really value their friendship more that any other dynamic so i prefer them in a platonic way,but that doesn't mean that i don't get the vision, they really had potential and the people out there are using it

-Solangelo 5/10 or 11/10

The two rates exist because i honestly feel they relationship in canon as one of the worst ways that existed to make them a couple, it's obvious that they are supposed to be something cute and healthy, but all their development is out of screen and then they are just introduced as a couple when Apollo and meg made it to camp, some of their scenes leave me feeling that Nico is out of characters and also in order to give Will the rol of "protective boyfriend" Nico feels quite weak and Will doesn't get many chances of get out that role for being his own character, and he had a lot o potential

(And I'm not be talking about TsatS because is just all the fails of their relationship but multiplied by 1000, ooc, plot holes and toxic traits all around, it's not that bad as a read, but as canon content it is)

But as the saying goes "if you want something done right, do it yourself"

And that's exactly what I do with them, because in this housedhold we don't tolerate wasted potential of any kind, and they relationship deserved better , because honestly the things we know about them and their individual personalities just feels as a good mach and even if the things wouldn't be perfect, no couple it's at the start so it's ok

I also like them in a platonic way, but i think that just like i appreciate more platonic jason and Nico because that how i was introduced to them i lead more towards see them in a romantic one

So Canon gets 5/10 because " it's the tough that counts" ig?

And 11/10 goes for what they could have been ,should be in canon and are in my mind

( i talk abou my thoughts of them a little bit more in this Post if you want to check)

-Nicobaster 9/10

I know, it's a rare ship, but They can be interesting on any kind of relationship and why not make it romantic?? there's a lot of dynamics of where to chose and the alternative AUs that i see of them are great,Cthonic demigod X Cthonic demigod is a good base, I don't have much to say apart from that

Except that you can blame @drksanctuary content for make me like the ship in first place

-Valdangelo 4/10

Not a bad ship ig, i just don't see them as a couple and I don't even now why, i just can't see it , and i also have a pretty strong headcanon of Leo as aromantic so its hard for me to see him in Romantic relationships, but i have nothing against it so that's all

-Clovico 7/10

Another rare ship, one that I've seen around but honestly don't have a a lot to say, i like the little that we see from Clovis and i always like the Cthonic demigod X Cthonic demigod so 7/10 just due the lack of content

-Nico x literally any woman -80000000/10

I love Nicos platonic relationships with the womans in his life, can we keep that PLATONIC and leave the gay in peace??

#my opinion #nico di angelo #pjo #hoo #toa #riordanverse #percico #nicercy #jasico #solangelo #nicobaster #clovico #valdangelo #Mrs soft rambling

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rorywritesjunk · 8 months

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I can’t tell where the journey will end But I know where to start

Prequel to my Kid Buggy fic, set about 11-ish years before that story.

Buggy meets you by chance when he needs his buttons sewn back onto his jacket. He’s young, up and coming, and he thinks everyone should cower before him wherever he goes, but all you do is smile at him.

Rating: PG-13ish just for some swearing. Warning: Buggy’s in his early 20s. I also gave him some anxiety and stuff because while he's in love he doesn't believe someone could love him back. He just has a lot of uncertainty with romance. A/N: I think this is going to end around chapter 20. I'm working on 18 right now. There will be one shots, however. Sunny and Buggy aren't over, just the main story.

Title comes from “Wake Me Up” by Avicii.

TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @ane5e @kingofthemfingpirates @the-angriest-angel @tiredemomama @valen-yamyam16 @i-reblog-fics-i-like @plethora-of-fickleness @uhnanix

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 + Chapter 16 + Chapter 17 + Chapter 18 + Epilogue

Chapter 14

“You have everything?”

“Yes, Miss Pins.”

“You know, you can come back if you ever need to.”

“I know, thank you.”

Miss Pins shot a glare in Buggy's direction. He was waiting by the door and straightened up when he caught her glaring at him. He crossed his arms and glared back.

“If I catch wind of you mistreating her, I will bring hell down upon you, Buggy.” Miss Pins warned. Buggy rolled his eyes but couldn't help but feel a bit unsettled by the intensity of the old woman's glare. “Do you understand? If you even so much as make her cry I will find out.”

“I would never!” Buggy shot back.

“I'll be fine, Miss Pins.” You insisted. “Really.” You looked over at Buggy with a smile, and when he saw that he relaxed just a bit as he started blushing. “You know he's not like any other pirate you've met.”

“That's definitely true.” She agreed. Buggy frowned at that, wondering if that was meant to be insulting.

“Listen here you old-”

“Buggy! We should get going, yea?” You said as you gave your boss a hug. “We're heading to my parents for the reunion. I haven't written to tell them the news.”

“Oh, so you're going to surprise them with… him.” Miss Pins said as she pulled back from the hug, gesturing to Buggy. “Well, it will definitely be a surprise.”

“Yea! A wonderful surprise.” You said as you looked back at Buggy. “They're going to love him.”

Miss Pins didn't say anything else, just crossed her arms as she glared at Buggy. She was happy for you, of course, but why Buggy over every other man? What on earth did you see in him that made you start to fall in love and agree to marry him? She couldn't understand.

Benji was up in his room moping, having already said his goodbyes. If he came downstairs and saw Buggy there’d be no telling what he would end up saying to him. He didn't want you to leave, he wanted you to stay forever, but that wasn't possible.

You went to grab your things but Buggy grabbed them first, shooting a glare at your boss while you opened the door for him. You gave her one last wave before you stepped out of the shop one last time.

It was going to be an adjustment for the two of you. Buggy wanted to treat you like a Queen, feeling you should do nothing and just relax all day. You, on the other hand, already cleaned his room, organized his wardrobe to make room for your things, and already knew where everything was in the kitchen to the point you knew what was on hand before the cook did. All within a week of living on the ship.

He couldn't understand why you didn't want to just rest and relax for a while.

You started a mending basket for the crew as well, telling them to put things in there that needed any fixing. That shocked Buggy. You were not a member of the crew, you were going to be his wife and you shouldn't be working at all for him.

You also unearthed those photos that he showed you while drunk on his birthday.

“You said his name was Shanks, right?” You said after the first week while you made him dinner. The cook was fine to let you cook Buggy's meals now, it was one less person to worry about. Buggy had just taken a large swallow of his drink before choking at your question. He managed to spit it out, coughing and sputtering before looking at you, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. You pulled a picture from your pocket and set it on the table.

“Where did you find that?!” He demanded as he grabbed it and stuffed it in his own pocket. “You don't need to see that!”

“But you were so cute as a kid, Buggy!” You insisted as you checked on the potatoes that were boiling on the stove. “And you mentioned that you and him were on a ship together once, and I'm curious what ship it was.”

He narrowed his eyes in suspicion as he took a cautious drink. Buggy wasn't sure if he wanted to talk about it, but he was in love with you, it was kind of fair that he tells you somethings about himself (when he's sober), so he sighed and finished off his drink, slamming the empty bottle on the table. You replaced it with a fresh one within seconds and his eyes widened slightly as he looked up at you lovingly.

“Okay, what do you want to know?”

“Just the ship name, honey.” You chuckled as you kissed him on the forehead.

“Fine.” He mumbled. He opened the bottle and took a sip before responding. “I was an apprentice on the Oro Jackson.”

“Really?!” You looked impressed by that and Buggy straightened up in his chair a bit, grinning up at you as he tipped the bottle back, swallowing some drink before setting the bottle down on the table.

“I was an apprentice under Captain Roger.” He continued. For as flashy as he could be, talking about his past wasn't something he was keen on doing, but the way you were looking at him spurned him on. “For a while, until the crew was disbanded and he was caught.”

“That's amazing, Buggy!” You said, smiling brightly. “No wonder you're an amazing pirate, you worked under the King of the Pirates himself!”

His cheeks burned at your compliment and he looked up at you with a frown. There was never any ill intent with your questions and curiosity when it came to him, but he couldn't help but feel a bit guarded. You lowered the heat on the potatoes before checking on the meat that was roasting. Buggy kept his eyes on you as he took another drink of rum.

“Why didja wanna know the ship’s name?” He asked. You looked over at him, confused by his question. “Why didja wanna know about Shanks?”

“Because you showed me those pictures on your birthday.” You reminded him as you checked on the potatoes next. “And you said the two of you were best friends as kids, so I got curious about you when you were younger.”

Buggy looked away from you, gripping the beer bottle tightly. “Don't ask about him.”

“Buggy-”

“Don't.” He hissed, tone catching you off guard. You paused for a moment, considering your next actions carefully, before you walked over to him and touched his shoulder gently. He turned his head and looked up at you before straightening up in his chair to wrap his arms around your middle. You put your hands on his shoulders and sighed softly.

“I won't ask again, Buggy.” You assured him. “I'm sorry I upset you.”

He shook his head, mumbling against your stomach as he hid his face against it. This had become his favorite way to hug you, sitting down so you stood over him, rubbing his shoulders or his back, sometimes running your fingers through his hair. His favorite place was being in your arms in some way, and since moving onto the ship and into his bed he made sure he falls asleep and wakes up in your arms each morning and you've yet to turn him down.

It took a few weeks to get to your parents. As the ship drew nearer, you became more excited about seeing your family again and introducing Buggy to them. The size of your family was quite intimidating but you assured him he just needed to meet your parents and that no one else mattered.

And while you were excited, he was nervous, though he tried not to show it. What if your parents refused to let you marry him? What if they didn't think he was good enough, or thought he was a joke? You had mentioned your mother had served under Red Leg Zeff while she was a pirate, so was she going to be judging him and his own successes? Would your dad like him or would he think Buggy should pack his bags and move on?

And as the island came into view and you squealed in excitement upon seeing it, Buggy tried not to fall apart right then. He waited until you were getting ready for bed the night before you were going to arrive and when he told you how he was feeling, he thought you would tell him to suck it up, deal with it, he was meeting your parents and that he needed to be on his best behavior or else you wouldn't marry him.

Why did he always think the worst with you? Because no sooner that he finished freaking out, your arms were around him and holding him tightly to you, letting him slump against you as he tried to take a deep breath.

“Just be yourself, Buggy.” You told him as you kissed his cheek. “My parents will love you.”

“But what if-”

“I'm sorry you're stressing over this, honey, but my mom isn't going to judge you, if anything if you tell her you knew Gold Roger she'll be impressed.” You assured him as you tightened your arms around him. “And you do not have to get their blessing to marry me.”

“You sure?” He mumbled, tilting his head up to look at you. You nodded, smiling softly as you gave him a kiss.

“Promise.” You said. “You say I'm nice and that's why you fell in love with me, well, my parents are just as nice, Buggy, so please don't worry.” You put your hand on his cheek caressing softly before leaning down to bump your forehead against this gently. “If it becomes too much at any time, we can leave.”

Buggy frowned. You would leave your family reunion for him? Why? You talked about it almost non-stop since getting on his ship and he knew how much it meant to you, he couldn't ruin it. He needed to get it together. Why was he so nervous anyways? He could meet your family, impress them with tales of adventures on the sea; he was a pirate after all while your mom was retired from the life. Surely she'd be impressed.

He cocked his head to the side and grinned. “Nah, babe, don't worry about me. I can handle it.”

You looked at him with a smile, reaching up to twirl a lock of his hair around your finger. He was so cute sometimes. You wanted him to have an out if he needed too, because even you got a little overwhelmed by the size of the family, especially with you being the eldest cousin. Buggy had no idea what was in store for him once the ship arrived.

“I know you can, honey, but I just want you to know I'm okay if either of us need a break.” It was hard to stop playing with his hair sometimes. Since you had first asked him to keep it down the day after his birthday, he often would whenever he was around you, though he kept it under a bandana while he was out on deck to keep it from blowing in his face during the day. Right now, as you were about to get into bed, he had it down which meant you wouldn't stop touching it. “You're very sweet, you know that? Thank you for coming with me for this. I'm so lucky to have you, Buggy.”

He turned as red as his nose, avoiding eye contact as you showered him with praise. He wasn't sure if he'd ever be used to it. You gave him a kiss after each compliment, calling him sweet, lovely, handsome and he thought he was going to die from the over abundance of love you were showing him right then.

To him, he was the lucky one to have found someone like you who cared so much for him.

#buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy the clown x you #opla buggy the clown #opla buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy x reader #opla buggy the clown x you #opla buggy x you #buggy the clown x oc #buggy x oc #opla buggy the clown x oc #opla buggy x oc #sunny x buggy #one piece #one piece oc #one piece fanfiction

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nerd-cat-rambles · 6 months

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Tierlist!

My Danganronpa Opinion Tier-list (With rankings, EX./10 and reasons why they're ranked that way below.) (I've only played the first two games, so the V3 ones might not be accurate.)

SOME SPOILERS AHEAD

FAVOURITES:

Kiyotaka Ishimaru - AMAZING CHARACTER, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH, LITERALLY KIN HIM SO MUCH, love the VA, hated his death and trial. - 10/10

Mondo Owada - He's also the best, I love his design, his character, his VA, his motive, his trial, his execution was kinda.... BUT I STILL LOVE MONDO - 10/10

Sonia Nevermind - She's so funny and her ftes are great! So good and love her in trials. Great VA, sondam is awesome. - 9/10

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu - Great Ch.Development after chp2 love him so much. - 9/10

Gundham Tanaka - I love him SO MUCH he's amazing and funny and his execution made me cry alot. Sondam for life - 9/10

I just realised Ishida wasn't on this list but Jill/Syo was, so I'm putting him below:

#. Kiyondo Ishida - Literally an icon. Wished he was in a trial with Syo. 8.8/10

Love:

6. Sayaka Maizono - I used to hate her lol, love this queen. - 8.7/10

7. Mikan Tsumiki - I might get hate for this one... - 8.5/10

8. Sakura Ogami - A sweetheart and a hero - 8.3/10

9. Chihiro Fujisaki - He's so cute I wanna pat him on the head - 8.3/10

10. Akane Owari - Underrated, love her. - 8/10

11. Hajime Hinata - Best Protag - 7.9/10

12. Kaito Momota - He believes in Gonta - 7.8/10

13. Shuichi Saihara - Pretty cool ngl I like him :3 - 7.8/10

14. Ryoma Hoshi - Underrated like Akane - 7.7/10

Like/Love:

15. Chiaki Nanami - Her FTEs are cute. Noble character. Love her. - 7.6/10

16. Nagito Komaeda - A TINY bit overrated but I still love him - 7.5/10

17. Aoi Asahina - Relatable Queen - 7.4/10

18. Genocider Syo/Jill - She's much funnier than Toko tbh. - 7.4/10

19. Byakuaya Togami - Why did I put him next to Syo lol - 7.3/10

20. Kazuichi Souda - Shark guy. Funny. He's pretty good :) - 7.2/10

21. Peko Pekoyama - Sweet character, AMAZING EXECUTION - 7.1/10

22. Nekomaru Nidai - SO UNDERRATED - 7/10

23. Kaede Akamatsu - Probably would put higher if I had played V3 - 7/10

24. Gonta Gokuhara - Super nice and sweet :) - 7/10

25. K1-B0 (Keebo) - He's actually a cutie patootie - 7/10

Like:

26. Makoto Naegi - THE CUTIE PATOOTIE - 6.9/10

27. Kyoko Kirigiri - Nice, but I couldn't love her character like everybody else tbh- - 6.8/10

28. Leon Kuwata - Chill dude, him and Ibuki probs good friends. - 6.7

29. Kokichi Ouma - He's pretty cool, good VA, cooked in his trial. - 6.7

30. Ibuki Mioda - Funny, sweet, a tiny bit overrated. My mum called her a furry once- - 6.5

31. Monokuma - How can you not like the mascot y'all- - 6.4 bc he killed my faves :,)

32. Rantaro Amami - He's cool, but idk him well. Wish we got to see his character more. - 6.3

33. Korekiyo Shinguji - Chill guy, interesting, weird subplot. - 6.2

34. Himiko Yumeno - Overhated tbh, cute, nice, cries a bit too much. - 6.1/10

35. Maki Harukawa - Not a big fan of the quiet brooding ch. but Idk her well so I won't judge too much. :) - 6/10

Neutrual - Like:

36. Celestia Ludenburg - She's pretty cool, trash motive, lied about Taka. That's the reason she isn't higher. 5.9/10

37. Toko Fukawa - A bit creepy, weird, but I still like her. Glad she survived tho tbh. - 5.8/10

38. Tenko Chabashira - Idk her charcater, I just know her "degenerate male" thingy, which is... interesting... no hate tho - 5.7/10

39. Mukuro Ikusaba - Wish she was in THH longer! OMG FAKE-JUNKO WAS SO COOL! Didn't see enough of her to rate higher. - 5.6/10

40. Izuru Kamakura - Cool concept, overrated tho- 5.5/10

41. Junko Enoshima - Cool ch. shit motive. Killed my faves- 5.3/10

42. Imposter/"Byakuya" - Good in SDR2 but didn't see enough of him :( - 5.2/10

43. Usami/Monomi - Cute mascot but I skipped her ALL of her dialogue because she annoyed TF out of me. - 5.1/10

44. Tsumugi Shirogane - GREAT VA but, I kinda don't know what to think about her. - 5.1/10

Neutral:

45. Yasuhiro Hagakure - A bit of a silly-billy, I dunno how he survived. He's closer to like than dislike tho. 5/10

46. Kirumi Tojo - She has the same VA as Hiyoko. HOW. Anyways, talented VA, cool execution, wish we got to see more of her tho. 5/10

47. Monodam - Apparently not as bad at the other ones? Byakuyas VA- 5/10

Neutral-Dislike:

48. Angie Yonaga - PRETTY DESIGN, GREAT VA, still not sure about her tho tbh... 4.6/10

49. Mahiru Koizumi - Boring, annoying, complains alot tbh, had great potential which wasn't used well. - 4.4/10

50. Teruteru Hanamura - Kinda... interesting. Surprisingly humane motive. I actually prefer him to Mahiru now... 4.3/10 (changed to 4.5/10)

Dislike:

51. Miu Iruma - There's alot to say about this girl... uh... 4.2/10

52. Hiyoko Saionji - Insufferable. I hate her, WHINY AND ANNOYING, I skipped all her dialogue. 3/10

53. Hifumi Yamada - I hate him, but I put him in this category bc why not. Skipped all of his dialogue, he annoyed me so much. I ignored him. He killed Taka for no reason. 2.5/10 because he was helpful in one trial.

HATE:

All the Monokubs, except I forgot their names. Incest weirdos, no point in the whole thing. 2/10

Anyway, my ranking is a bit controversial, so tell me what you guys think! <3

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♥︎~Dada's Ok..~♥︎

{Rating: Fluff, Implied Smut ;)}

{Warnings: Swearing, Crying, Y/N being a good mom, Cody Getting his head smashed open by the rock, Blood, Emma Panicking for her Dada, Kissing}

{Pairing: Cody Rhodes x Fem!Mother!Reader}

{Summary: Emma Traveled with her Mama & Dada, Only for the Rock to beat Cody up outside the bus that literally has his Fiancée and Adopted Child in it.}

It was the ending for RAW, Y/N and Emma were waiting for Cody. Y/N watched the TV in the bus as Cody got attacked by the Rock

"Mama!! Dada is getting hurt!!" Emma sobbed

Y/N cuddled the child into her arms, a loud thump was heard outside the bus..

It was Cody, He was already in enough pain from the gash over his head, but the rock insisted on hitting him with a stupid belt

Y/N suddenly opened the door to the bus, shocking the rock, he could hear Emma sobbing faintly.

"She crying because her daddy got hurt?" The rock asked

"No! She's crying because your fucking stupid ass hitting Cody against the bus woke her up! She's gonna be moody all day tomorrow now great!" Y/N seethed

"Big deal, kid can go without a couple hours of sleep." The Rock Sighed

"It's fucking 11:56pm at night, Emma is gonna cry all day tomorrow if she doesn't get enough sleep, go scurry off back to the bloodline now, I'm sure you don't need a bawling child at the Kickoff to WrestleMania Weekend Conference." Y/n Spoke

"Alright whatever, I have to go get ready for the Hall of fame anyways." The Rock rolled his eyes

The Rock then walked back into the Building, Y/N stepped out of the Tour bus to get Cody back up

"Codes, ya need medical attention. Your bleeding pretty bad.." Y/n sighed

Cody was still pretty woozy from the hits to the head, but he trusted Y/N's words

"Alright... Come on.." Cody Spoke, Begrudgingly to Y/N

Y/N and Him got to Medical, and Y/n had to go back because of Emma

"Mama?" Emma Called Out

"Nope you little silly, I'm your uncle Kevin" Kevin Owens Smiled at the little one

"Kev? What are you doing?" Y/N asked

"Oh. Sami saw what happened with Cody and the rock, so he sent me to watch Emma while you spent some time with Cody-" Kevin Said

"Oh, well I'll be good. Just go watch Codes for me.. I gotta get little Emily to bed-" Y/N spoke

Kevin Hastily headed towards medical after Y/N let him out of the bus

"Mama? Is.. Dada.." Emma tried to speak

"Emmy, Baby.. Dada's Gonna be Ok.. he's getting all patched up, you need to sleep though" Y/N reassured the Toddler

Emma couldn't help but panic for her Dada, he was still in the arena..

★~★~★~★~★~★~★~★~★~★~★~★~★~★~

"Emmy, Time to Wake up sweetie! We gotta get ready for the Hall Of Fame Event" Y/N Smiled tenderly

"Ok Mama.." Emma Sighed

"Aww, there's my little girl!" Cody Spoke

"Dada!" Emma ran towards Cody in excitement

"Dada's Ok, See Emma?" Y/N Hummed

Y/N sat back down while Cody played with the Toddler

"What do you want for breakfast kiddo?" Cody Asked

"Pancakes" Emma Said

Cody looked a little stunned

"Don't worry Codes, My mom used to live in Philadelphia, there's a Burger King across the street from the arena, in the plaza. I'll order it in my app and sprint there-" Y/N sighed

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Cody and Y/N Sat and snuggled together as Emma ate her pancakes and watched a cartoon on Y/N's Phone.

"I love Emma so much" Y/n spoke

"I really wish I could have another kid-"

"Why wait? We could start now."

"Ye- CODY!" Y/N Tapped Cody's head

"Not infront of Emma!" Y/N jokingly shouted

"It's 10:35am let's go, we gotta go to a meet and greet-" Cody changed the subject

"Alright." Y/N said

"C'mon Emmy, Uncle Jey and Uncle Kevin will be there too" Cody said, Picking up the 6 year old

#wwe fanfiction #wwe smackdown #wwe #wwe raw #cody rhodes #cody rhodes fic #cody rhodes fanfiction #❤️😭#wrestlemania 40 #wrestlemania

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royallygray · 6 months

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I watched Skizzleman's episode one of HC an hour ago and I love him so much from Phasmo and Life Series but I think this is my first time watching his videos-

He made me cry. I don't cry very often. And tears fell out of my eyes. The thoughtfulness behind making his base the 'tower of needs' or whatever the heck it's called made me cry because that's stupid thoughtful. Like. I struggle so much with self worth and stuff and I don't know why but it was so touching and oh my gods Skizz. Is amazing. Agh.

Also I have binge watched his first four Hermitcraft Episodes and I'm absolutely dying at the way he killed 112 wither skeletons and got no skulls and then Impulse just got a zillion in less? Like? That's so hilarious oh my gods

It did make me wonder whether there's a Minecraft mechanic kinda like the mending book thing where it's a total server kill rate and looting III speeds the cycling process through?

So let's say there's a guaranteed wither skull every twelve skeletons, give or take a few. And say Looting III skips through three at a time. So Skizz kills three wither skellies, which means he's killed 1-2-3, 4-5-6, 7-8-9, and Impulse kills one, which means that he did 10-11-12, so Impulse got the skull. Maybe.

Hope that made sense. It's either a Minecraft mechanic that has just been really unfortunate for Skizz (sad lmao) or Skizz just has astronomically bad luck which is the most comical thing I've seen in ages.

Also the "okay maybe not this time but next time! okay maybe not this time but next time!" over and over gave me so much joy, so much deja vu, and even more deja vu to Grian and Mumbo's diamond mining session in Last Life.

Skizz is great.

#hermitcraft 10 #hermitcraft #skizzleman #imp and skizz #rant about skizz because hes amazing #how do you tag #SKIZZ :D #i still dont know if im using tumblr right

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kiwiana-writes · 10 months

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Fic Writing Review 2023

Tagged by my fellow stats nerd @stereopticons - thanks pal!

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either.

Words and Fics (fics written in 2023 only)

143,107 words published to ao3. At least 3,900 more guaranteed by the advent fic so... I think I should make a concentrated effort to break 150k, right? 👀

No good way of tracking unpublished words in WIPs written this year. My goal for 2024 is to set up my spreadsheet to track words written as well as published so watch this space.

3 published fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue (book), Schitt's Creek, The Last Of Us (TV show). Technically 1 unpublished fandom in Red White & Royal Blue (film) 😅

Most recent drop: Apart from the daily advent fic drops lilnked above, a PWP interlude in the hockey boyfriend Henry 'verse

Longest (published) fic: By a country fuckin' mile, With so much of my heart (that none is left to protest), aka the Much Ado actor AU, at 65,586 words.

Longest (published) oneshot: Kinda think that I might be his type (Alex and Bea fake date) at 12,864 words

Top Fics by Kudos (fics written in 2023 only)

With so much of my heart (that none is left to protest) [RWRB, Alex/Henry, rated E, 65,586 words]

Kinda think that I might be his type [RWRB, Alex & Bea + Alex/Henry, rated E, 12,864 words]

We were supposed to find this [RWRB, Alex/Henry, rated M, 3,384 words]

Puck It [RWRB, Alex/Henry, rated E, 9,739 words]

Feel your hands in my hair and you whisper my name [RWRB, Alex/Henry, rated E, 2,508 words]

Miscellaneous Data From My Unhinged Spreadsheet about 2023 fics

To no one's surprise, highest percentage of private bookmarks goes to Bukkake Breaky Heart.

Out of 24 fics published in 2023, 14 were explicit, 2 were mature, 7 were teen and up, and 1 was general audiences

3 fics didn't have a title sourced from anywhere. 3 were sourced from literature/poetry, 3 were puns, and the remaining 15 were song lyrics, with 3 each from Taylor Swift and Matt Nathanson.

My highest kudos/hits ratio was on Empty your heart of its mortal dream, aka the Fae Prince Henry fic.

My fandom fic events in 2023

Nilch nada zip in terms of, like, fests. I wanted to do Threesgiving but the words wouldn't come, so a sort-of-threesome-sort-of-foursome will probably appear on some random day in fucking February or something lmao. However while they weren't fandom-specific events, I did do:

Kinktober 2023

Advent 2023

Upcoming Events and Projects for 2024

I have a lot -- a lot a lot a LOT -- of WIPs that will be completed in 2024, so please don't think of this as an exhaustive list, but they are the ones I'm most excited for:

A Practical Arrangement - @clottedcreamfudge has Devised A Punishment if I don't get chapter two out for y'all by Christmas because my usual methods of pushing past my brain bullshit weren't working, so technically this is a 2023 project 🤣 @ships-to-sail and @celeritas2997 have the carrot and CCF has the stick.

Anastasia AU!!! I LOVE this fic and I think it's in the 'meaty one-shot' range buuuuuut we'll see. It might get a little out of control.

Angstapalooza RWRB edition - this is gonna be another long fic, 10-11 chapters, 50k words ish, and I cannot WAIT to make y'all cry sink my teeth into it. My Schitt's Creeks babes know what happens when I deem something 'angstapalooza' lmao.

Hockey Boyfriend Henry part 3, aka the whole reason I started writing the fucking series in the first place lmao

Leverage AU, which I haven't shared anything of yet because it's a post-angstapalooza longfic but I am VERY HYPE FOR.

Rafael Is Surrounded By Disaster Queers, aka the Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead-style Rafael POV... 5+1? Vignettes? set in the Much Ado actor AU verse. Which at this point is just a gift for @inexplicablymine and @cricketnationrise and I wouldn't have it any other way.

STFAU 👀

*infomercial voice* And much, much more!

BUT, 2024 is also for taking original writing seriously. Maybe flash/microfiction on patreon, definitely diving into an original novel. I've thrown in the towel with my contracting agency in the new year and everything. Ack.

Tagging anyone I've tagged above and also @anincompletelist @cha-melodius @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @indestructibleheart @myheartalivewrites and anyone who wants to play because I love data.

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we said hello and your eyes look like coming home (14/?)

Summary: A canon-divergent AU where the bond snaps for Rhys on Calanmai, Feyre unwittingly accepts it, and Fire Night magic proves to be more transformative than anyone bargained for. Feyre drags a mate she hardly knows out from Under the Mountain, then puts him back together as war with Hybern approaches. Warnings: dubious consent, canon-typical sexual violence, canon-typical violence Rating: Explicit Chapter Word Count: ~3.9k

Family dinner and fretting about reputations #JustNightCourtThings

Read on AO3 or you can find the fourteenth chapter below the readmore.

ch. 1 - 10 | ch. 11 - she underestimated just who she was stealing from | ch. 12 - no amount of freedom gets you clean | ch. 13 - stay stay stay | ch. 14 - call it what you want to

A pair of strong arms wrapped around my middle and lifted me up off the floor. "The Middengard fucking Wyrm!" Cassian was saying, but his voice suddenly seemed oddly distant. He was pulling me into a hug, but I let out a panicked cry. His hands, my feet leaving the floor—it felt too much like the the Attor scooping me me up by the armpits before it dropped me in that trench.

Just like with Andras, I realized, I hadn't known the Wyrm's name until after I killed it.

It wasn't the same; Andras hadn't been about to eat me. I took a breath and reminded myself that it was all over and that I was safe. We were in the dining room of the townhouse. The rest of the Inner Circle had arrived for dinner. I was fine.

Cassian set me down gently, looking horrorstruck, and said, "I'm sorry, Feyre. I thought you knew I was there."

A low growl escaped Rhys, and tendrils of darkness made the lights go dim. Cauldron boil and fry me, my momentary panic must have crossed the bond. That protective instinct was back—I could see it in the tense set of his shoulders. I gave him a pointed look, even as I said to Cassian, "It's fine."

For good measure, I added down the bond, Do not start a fight over an accident.

Despite the darkness fading, I could feel Mor, Azriel, and Amren watching us very carefully. Perhaps all bets were off when it came to mated males, even ones who were deconditioned and recovering.

Cassian just grinned and said, "Save it for the training ring tomorrow, Rhysie. I promise I won't beat you too badly in front of Feyre."

It took me a moment to process the fact that he'd just called the Lord of Nightmares Rhysie. That was the sort of thing you only called someone if you'd known them as a child, and it was easy to forget that Rhys had been a boy once. Sometimes it seemed he'd just appeared out of the ether fully formed, pristine black tunic and all.

Rhys turned to me, eyes bright as if he were pleasantly surprised. "You're training tomorrow?"

Cassian breezing by Rhys's grip on his power loosening had made the threat of a fight feel distant. It seemed best to follow his lead. Keeping my voice carefully light, I said, "I think after what we just went through, anyone would want to get outside and hit things for a bit."

"And you'll hit things later," Mor said as she pointedly took a seat. "I want to get this meeting over with so we can eat."

The rest of us followed suit, sitting down around the table. No more chatter, just business. I hadn't known a dining room could feel so much like a war room.

"Domestic affairs first," Rhys said with an air of authority I'd never heard from him.

"Illyria's a mess," Cassian said, face darkening. "We knew it would be bad, but it's backslid worse than we thought. Wing-clipping is rampant, the camp-lords have been ignoring laws Rhys put into place centuries ago, and they don't seem worried about the repercussions now that he's back. I hadn't thought so many of them would side with Amarantha."

And I hadn't thought any of them would side with Amarantha. After bearing the brunt of her cruelty, I couldn't imagine why anyone would. There had to be information I was missing because no one else at the table seemed surprised, just frustrated.

Rhys asked for specifics, and there were too many unfamiliar names for me to follow the conversation after that. I just listened, fascinated by this side of Rhys I hadn't seen yet. I'd watched him intimidate and frighten with just scraps of power Under the Mountain but then, he'd been subservient to Amarantha. Even exhausted and healing, Rhys wore the mantle of authority well, the way only someone who'd done it for centuries could.

For once, it wasn't a mask or a thin veneer of faked confidence. This was just what it meant to be a High Lord.

He turned his attention to Mor next and said, "And what of the Hewn City?"

When she spoke, Mor's voice was colder than I'd ever heard it. She must have had her own reunion with her family today, and though I didn't know much about their relationship, the vague mentions had been enough to tell me it was a painful topic. I knew better than to press for details.

"Keir spent the last fifty years with his tail between his legs. After that bloodbath of a party, he's been too afraid to cross anyone. I can bring them back in line myself," she said.

"Good," Rhys said, then looked to Amren. "And Velaris?"

"Economically, a bit worse for wear with the borders being closed for so long, but nothing we can't overcome. Otherwise, just the same as you left it," Amren said. The silver of her eyes swirled with something I couldn't quite name. "Whatever you did Under the Mountain kept this city safe, Rhysand."

Amren knew exactly what he'd sacrificed. They all did.

There was no change in Rhys's expression, but his throat bobbed. The relief I felt on his side the bond was enough to make my breath catch. "I got through it because I knew that Velaris was in good hands. Thank you, Amren," he said, voice thick.

Rhys's eyes flicked to me, then over to Azriel as he said, all smooth polish again, "And the rest of Prythian?"

Amren, Mor, Cassian, and Azriel shared a look, and I had the sneaking suspicion that the four of them had discussed this before coming here. I wasn't sure how I felt about being something to be handled.

"There's widespread curiosity about Feyre," Azriel said slowly, tucking his wings in tight, "and concern about what the Night Court might be doing to Prythian's savior. Rumors are flying that we've killed or kidnapped her. The other courts are in shambles, and they've been too distracted by that to push very hard for answers at the moment."

I hadn't thought much about the state of the other courts, but if they were dealing with anything like the blight on the Spring Court, then it made sense that they'd be more concerned with rebuilding. The magnitude of devastation Amarantha had left…Prythian had to be a shadow of its former self.

Mor added, a bit uncertain, "The longer we wait, the more suspicious it looks, but how much to share isn't our decision to make."

Rhys and I locked eyes for a moment as we considered that. I didn't want to give anyone answers just because they demanded them, especially when there was so much I was unsure of—my potential bargain with the Night Court, being Made immortal, and most of all, where Rhys and I stood with so much recovering left to do. I felt the strangest urge to snarl at invisible enemies and tell them to back off.

We kept our thoughts to ourselves for a long silence, then at the same time, we both blurted out, "Keep the bond a secret for now."

I couldn't help a small smile at the sound of us speaking in unison again, and a sidelong glance at Rhys told me his expression mirrored my own. We were co-conspirators again. Even with four other people at the table, I knew his smile was for me only. I let the warm feeling it gave me drift across the bond.

Cassian's eyes darted back and forth between me and Rhys. "Mother's tits, are you two always like this together?" he said.

"Like what?" I said, unsure what he was getting at.

"Like you're both in on a secret."

Perhaps it was because we were. And had been almost since the moment we met. Rhys looked smug and started to say something, but Amren cut him off, even as she said shot a glare at Cassian that would have sent almost anyone else running. "Focus, boy," she said, the sharpness in her voice making me flinch. Cassian didn't look bothered in the slightest. "There's still more to discuss."

I caught sight of Mor pressing her lips together to hide a smile before she said, "If we're not revealing the truth, what are we telling everyone instead?"

I had absolutely no idea, but Rhys's eyes glittered in that way that told me he had a plan in mind. "That Feyre is the Night Court's human emissary, which will be the truth. Spin a lie about the Suriel telling her about the curse and Night's strained relationship with Spring. We'll say she sought out her kidnapper's enemy for assistance on Calanmai, and I offered her a job. She went Under the Mountain on my orders. Thoughts?"

The question had been directed to the room as a whole, but five sets of eyes fell on me as I weighed that option. It was just as neat and tidy as I'd come to expect from Rhys, something that wrapped up loose ends while buying time to get our feet under us. I was almost inclined to agree to it. Almost.

"No one will believe you made an uneducated nineteen year-old huntress your emissary," I said. Beyond simply being human, I wasn't the sort of person who could represent a court and be taken seriously.

"The only common thread in the rumors is that every single person who reunited with loved ones last night knows that you made it happen, Feyre," Azriel said. "Having so many powerful faeries feeling indebted to you is an incredible amount of soft power. No High Lord in their right mind would let that slip away."

I'd gone Under the Mountain with such a single-minded focus on Rhys that I hadn't thought about it that way. But I saw the truth in Azriel's words. I still felt like a burden, but perhaps….I was an asset, too. The thought made me feel just a bit better.

But there was still another aspect of the plan that gave me pause. Afraid to voice it aloud, I glanced at Rhys and said down the bond, They'll all conclude I'm fucking my boss, won't they?

He went absolutely still again, in that way that only High Fae could. Even to me, his expression was unreadable. I don't see a way around it. If that bothers you, we can come up with something different. Your choice. Always.

I really didn't want to be having this conversation now of all times, but Mor had been right that we needed to address the rumors sooner rather than later. From the way everyone else seemed to be shifting uncomfortably and pointedly not looking at us, I could tell they knew we were discussing something mind-to-mind. I pushed ahead. Will it be the truth?

Do you want it to be?

With our shields down to speak to each other, I let him feel my irritation that he'd answered my question with a question. Perhaps it was unfair of me, but I did the same to him. Do you?

His response didn't come in words, just a wave of want and longing strong enough to steal my breath, lust threaded with hope and a sweet sort of surrender. By the Cauldron, I hadn't expected that when a simple yes or no would do.

I crossed and un-crossed my legs. Rhys looked pleased with himself. Glad we're in agreement, then, I said, my voice a bit weak even in my mind.

"Whatever you two are thinking at each other had better be relevant to the discussion at hand. We're trying to wrap this meeting up so we can eat," Mor complained, though there was no real rancor behind it. She was suppressing a smile again.

If I wasn't mistaken, she was happy for us. I didn't quite know what to make of it.

But I had all the answers I needed to make a decision, so I said, "It's the best plan we have. I'll take the emissary position." Cauldron, it wasn't until the words were out of my mouth that I realized I'd never had a proper job before. I'd brought in money hunting, but that wasn't quite the same. It was a strange thought.

"Perfect," Rhys purred. "A bank account will be opened for you, Feyre, and I'll ensure you get backpay dated to Calanmai. We won't be caught in a lie by a simple accounting error."

I understood what he was trying to do, even if he didn't say it—money of my own would give me a measure of independence. And I understood the other concern, too; there would be so much interest in me that a curious government official might go digging in the budget ledgers for information. I wasn't sure if it was likely to happen, or just Rhys being exceedingly thorough.

"Thank you," I said, voice even despite my worry. "Then I suppose the next step is making it clear that I'm alive?"

"It's not urgent now that we have a cover story. I'll answer the correspondence from other courts, and if Feyre's spotted in public once or twice, that should take care of the worst of it," Mor said.

That was something else I hadn't considered—I was recognizable now. One glance at my rounded ears, and anyone in Prythian would know exactly who I was. A knot of dread formed in my stomach at the thought of attracting attention.

And then that anxiety was replaced by a new, worse thought. "Have you heard from the Spring Court?" I said. Tamlin had kidnapped me once—perhaps he'd decide to drag me back again. Or worse, if he thought I'd made a fool of him after revealing the ruse, he might want to kill me for it. Wounded pride could be dangerous.

Amren snorted. "Tamlin's a fool, but not a big enough one to waste his time writing a letter that will just be thrown into the fire," she said. I wasn't quite sure what she meant, but there was something satisfying about the way she spit his name like a curse. Rhys must have caught my reaction either on my face or through the bond—the corner of his mouth quirked up as he glanced at me again.

"Diplomatic relations between Night and Spring haven't been normalized since Rhys became High Lord. They don't talk to us, and we don't talk to them," Mor said.

That made perfect sense. Before I could say anything else about it, Azriel added, "I have spies there gathering information now."

There wasn't much else to discuss after that. Rhys asked for more updates, but the four of them reassured him there was nothing that couldn't wait until tomorrow. I'd known, of course, that Rhys and his Inner Circle worked as a team—running the Night Court was far too complex a job for one person. But there was still something so foreign to me about watching them take on additional work to give Rhys a chance to recover, without him even having to ask.

No one had ever done that for me during those years of hunting in the woods. Rhys had done it Under the Mountain, but the mating bond made everything different for us. Even after the weeks I'd spent in the Night Court, I hadn't considered that this was just…how they treated each other.

There was another palpable change in the air once business was done, as if everything had gotten lighter. Mor smiled as she waved a hand and food appeared on the table. "We got your favorites from Sevenda's," she said to Rhys. Her smile dimmed for just a second as she looked to me next and added with a note of hesitation, "I would have gotten yours too, Feyre, if I knew what they were. But as far as I can tell, you'll eat anything."

A sympathetic look from Cassian told me he knew exactly why I'd eat whatever was put in front of me—we'd never spoken about it, but I suspected he was the only other one here who'd had the misfortune of eating deer tripe. And besides, faerie food was far more flavorful than anything in the mortal lands. I couldn't imagine disliking any of it.

"It's fine," I said, sincerely meaning it. Even in Spring, I hadn't given much thought to preferences like that. "There's soup, which is all I would have asked for anyway."

Under the table, Rhys's fingers brushed mine in silent understanding. The soup was one more thing that was just ours, even among friends.

At first, I was just focused on my food, but eventually I noticed that the uneasy atmosphere hadn't disappeared completely, even with work finished for the day. I was no stranger to the Inner Circle being less than harmonious—after all, Amren had come to dinners at the House of Wind merely to bicker because she didn't eat—but there was a brittle, forced quality to some smiles and laughter. Conversation normally flowed between them with an ease that had developed over centuries, but that night it was stilted as we avoided mention of the recent ordeal we'd just gone through. And I was all too aware of watchful, worried eyes on Rhys and me.

They all needed to clear the air. But no one wanted to do it in front of me.

At the very least, though, the food made the awkwardness worth it. Even for faerie food, it was uncommonly rich and well-spiced, yet it warmed me the way a simple home-cooked meal would. This morning, I'd been too ravenous to taste anything, just concerned with quelling the hunger gnawing at me. But now I was able to curb that instinct enough to take my time and enjoy the meal.

In truth, it wasn't all that different from dinners with them before I'd gone Under the Mountain, when we'd carefully talked around the shadow of Rhys's absence. I'd realized I was comfortable in the Night Court then. And now, I was glad to be here, as imperfect as things still were.

Though no one was tactless enough to say it aloud, tomorrow would be another long day with an early start, and they needed rest, too. No one lingered. As soon as Rhys and I were alone again, his wings drooped, muscles tired from the effort of just holding them up for the past couple of hours. I felt the same—not drowsy, but utterly lacking in energy. Dinner had taken something out of us both, and even with some sleep, we were still battling an exhaustion that had burrowed in deep and made itself at home now that we were no longer constantly looking over our shoulders for threats.

"I need air. Come to the roof with me?" Rhys said.

"Only if we winnow," I said. I didn't want to so much as look at a staircase for a while.

He took my hand without another word, and we were up there in seconds. I'd needed to see the sky, too, and hadn't realized it until I took a deep breath of salt-tinged night air. The townhouse dining room wasn't exactly small, but it was windowless.

Rhys sat without dropping my hand. I glanced at the other chair, the bond tightening in my chest at the thought of sitting next to him with several inches between us. Ridiculous as it was, the feral part of me ruled by the mating bond railed at anything less than touching in as many places as possible, consequences or current company be damned.

Even with my shields up, Rhys knew what I was thinking. His eyes might have been dull with fatigue, but his lips twisted into a smirk as he spread his legs in invitation. "What kind of mate would I be if I didn't offer you the most comfortable seat in the house?" he purred.

Under the Mountain, I'd thought the flirting was nothing more than a desperate attempt to claw back a sense of normalcy, a strategy to keep us both from breaking. Perhaps that wasn't exactly false, but I was beginning to suspect that Rhys really was just that shameless about it all the time.

"Comfortable because it's soft?" I said drily, even as I let him tug my hand and pull me into his lap. For once, I wasn't doing it because I was pretending to be a plaything, merely sitting on him because we both wanted to be close. He wrapped both arms around me, leaning forward so his chest rested against my back.

"Soft for you? Never," he whispered, breath warm on my ear.

I smiled and flicked his nose. He laughed—the first time I'd heard it since returning to the Night Court—and nuzzled his face against the place where my neck met my jaw. It was so quick I nearly missed it, but for a moment, a spark of happiness lit up the bond, new and unfamiliar. Until then, I hadn't believed we could ever be anything more than just fine.

Rhys's cheek brushed mine as he tipped his head back to look up at the sky. Even with the city lights shining brightly, I'd never seen more stars in the sky. More of the Night Court's magic, I supposed, making sure they weren't washed out.

After a moment, he said softly, "Part of why I bought this house in particular was the view. Out of all the constellations, I kept finding myself drawn to the hunter."

The townhouse faced due north, keeping the Arrowhead—the star I'd followed here—right in front of it every night. And along with it, the group of stars that looked like a hunter holding a bow.

A memory flashed in my mind, the image of the dresser I'd painted back in the cottage. Flowers on Elain's drawer, flames on Nesta's, and the night sky on mine. At the time, I hadn't thought much about the position of the stars I'd painted. But they'd formed that constellation, too.

"I painted it. Back in the cottage, on a dresser drawer to mark it as mine. We were looking for each other, weren't we?" I whispered, though the thread I felt tied to my ribs made the answer obvious.

"Five hundred years of feeling like I was searching for something but having no idea what, only for you to track me down on Calanmai with the efficiency of a bloodhound."

The comparison to a dog would have made me scowl if it weren't for the obvious admiration in his voice. Yet again, I found myself wondering just how bad things would have gotten if we hadn't found each other so quickly. But I pushed that thought aside, unwilling to dwell on it tonight.

"You're not exactly inconspicuous."

"And here I thought you were going to tell me it's because I'm irresistible."

I double-checked that my shields were up—he was incredibly alluring, but I'd never hear the end of it if I admitted it aloud. Besides, it was overwhelming to think about just how completely he drew me in. He pressed a kiss to my shoulder, and I wordlessly tipped my head to the side, sweeping my hair off my neck and baring it to him. I let my eyes flutter shut as he dragged his lips from my jaw to my collarbone.

If we hadn't both been so raw and exhausted, I would have begged for more. There would be time for that later. Rhys and I were all open gashes, and that night was the first stitch that began to close them enough to heal.

#feysand #feyre archeron #we said hello and your eyes look like coming home

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