#i should probably start making actual posts about my au instead of hiding in the tags

[transformersbrainrot]

I'm sure this conversation has been posted here so many times. But I don't care. A long time ago, maybe four or five years back, when my Transformers hyperfixation first started to flare up, I found Chris McFeely's dramatic reading of these panels. That was probably the first time I think I realized what this series could be - definitely the first time I understood the potential of Megatron's character. And now look at me: making his redemption a central pillar of my au. How far I've come...

[neallo]

what are your headcanons for how mello and near first met? who was at wammy’s first? did mello hate near immediately or was that not till later?

oh omg hi this is one of the only semi-general questions you could've asked that i have a blanket answer for. i'm sure some of my older works diverge from this -- and probably some new ones will continue to, just because i like to switch it up -- but i do have a sorta standard history i like to work from. standard disclaimer: these are my preferences for my own writing, and i think a really wide range of headcanons can work quite well here :3c

in my mind, mello was at wammy's first, and was the top student in his age / ability category. when near arrived, he was not immediately placed at mello's level; not only was he younger and newer, but the headcanons i have about near's background also generally mean he didn't know english when he first arrived at wammy's, so at least some of his time each day would've been devoted to learning that, & perhaps to help him catch / keep up he would have a tutor in his native language until he understood english well enough to be in one of the general classes. perhaps there are even small groups of ESL students for different languages.

i don't know. whatever. the point is that near is not in mello's class to start with, and mello feels some amount of pity towards near. not because of the ESL thing lmao (i imagine mello had to learn english when he first arrived as well) but because of all near's near-ish traits. honestly, i don't tend to think of mello as having been a particularly nice child to the other orphans, even pre-rivalry, but near's scrawniness + health problems + social isolation i think on some level prompts a small protective streak in mello. he's this small, sad-looking, lonesome child, and mello is the first and only person he likes and trusts. in an unpublished bury us both companion piece i have their first meeting occur while near is hiding from roger and mello lies on her behalf, then shows her another hiding place. actually. damn i should post that. can't remember why i haven't.

i vary somewhat on how close they were as children depending on what dynamic i want to go for, but i tend to think there was at least some care & friendship there. the basis of their friendship, i imagine, is that mello feels older and wiser and cooler and stronger than near, and gains a sense of importance and security from near relying on him. this implodes horribly when near is moved up into his class level and starts besting him in every subject. so begins the rivalry. so ends their friendship. i do tend to imagine mello would intervene on near's behalf if he were ever being physically bullied / threatened, but they're never close like they were before again, because mello leaves before they can both mature and grow enough to sort anything out. except in AUs where that doesn't happen, which are my roman empire.

there are a few reasons i like this general sort of setup best for my own works. for one, having mello arrive first means that he got to experience, for however long or short a time period, being the golden child of his class. i think having this sense of specialness and accomplishment would make near beating him all the more painful. i could get way into mello's self-worth problems here but instead i'll just say: mello believes himself worthless and needs to be The Best in order to prove to himself that he's good enough at all. which has never actually worked for him, but, you know. i also like them having been friends prior to the rivalry because it resonates better for the sorts of dynamics i like best, and twists the knife a little from near's side. mello cared for him and looked after him, once, but now he sees near as his enemy. ough.

wow they make me bonkers!

[gemharvest]

Gf for the character thing ? :] or maybe Nene if you received her already

I HAVEN'T RECEIVED HER YET THANK YOU !!!!!!!!! I'll do Nene too, I'll just make it her own post after posting this. :J

favorite thing about them: I love her dumbgirl swag. There's something so special to me that both her and Boyfriend are fuckin'. Dumb As Rocks. ALSO I LOVE THAT SHE'S CANONICALLY AN ARTIST that's such a sweet thing to me. I would pay one morbillion dollars for a GF commission (because she has no idea how they work).

least favorite thing about them: I WANT HER TO DO MOREEEEHGNJFN.. Like she's probably done as much as BF has so that's not a critique of the game, I just wanna see her do more. Because I love women. Oh also I think they should remake every canon piece depicting her and make her canonically fat. I often forget she isn't fat in canon and then I feel sickly when I look at like, the volume 1 cover and she's thin. W-Whe';re h.er tumm-.my go..,m,l,l,...,, <- sorry for crytyping but it fits.

favorite line: That's how you do it! <- I was gonna jokingly just go up down left right but then I remembered she says that in the tutorial. And I quote it to myself all the time so.

brOTP: Y'know what, similar to BF, I think a GF & Darnell friendship would be fuckin' s-tier. I often think abt this post Keyy made tbh. I know that's specifically the Funkycule AU and pup has them in a QPR but I do think abt it often. Also, before I was a romantic PicoGF guy my interpretation of RGB had Pico & GF as just friends, probably closer friends the longer they're in their relationships with BF cuz like, bonding over a shared partner or smthn LMAO so I'll give an honorable mention to Pico & GF friendship.

OTP: WOag. RGB. Wow I've never heard of that before. How many times can I joke about RGB being my OT3 for this game before it gets annoying LMAO anyways. I ALSO REALLY LOVE GFNENE I wish they had more fics. So bad. I'm actually shocked by how bare their tag on AO3 is. They weren't lying, fandom does hate femslash. /hj

nOTP: Is there anyone out there who actually ships her with Senpai. I think that'd be my only answer ALSO YOU KNOW WHAT. I chickened out on saying it with BF but I also consider BF and Senpai a nOTP but like, I DON'T HATE ANYBODY WHO SHIPS IT. OF COURSE. I don't think it's "problematic" to ship Senpai with either of them it's just, like, the most thought I have on Senpai is that I want to kick sand into his eyes. So that feeling doesn't really translate into a desire to see him shipped with anyone. I'm sorry to anybody who ships Senpai with either of them, I respect your grind, it is just sooooo not for me.

random headcanon: This headcanon is like, so deep into my personal GF characterization/ fuckin'. AU. If you wanna call it that atp. BUT ANYWAYS. Fuck this is gonna need quick background hold on. The canon explanation for her looking human iirc is literally just "true love" or whatever tf. But that's not as fun to play with. So instead I like to write her as being ashamed of being a demon, especially because of her parents' actions, so she masks her demon traits. And she reaaaalllly does not like letting them slip through, especially around a specific person (this is foreshadowing for something idek if I'll get to any time soon Sorry). BUT! She is on a limit for how long she can hide her demon traits until doing so starts to hurt her, either through draining her energy or like, it causing physical damage to continue hiding parts of her. And while she trusts Pico & BF, she's still got shit that she's just. Not. Sorting out. So when she feels she's about to reach a limit with it she locks herself away to rest until she's well enough to continue like normal. Girlie No (guy who is writing her to do this) (don't worry I'm going to also write her getting better abt this) I'm gonna eventually have to make a "Karl's Personal FNF Demon World Building" master-post or whatever just cuz this shit is so fun for me to work with Idk.

unpopular opinion: GEH once again idrk if this is an unpopular opinion but I've been using this to just. Complain. About stuff I have seen and disagree with so whatever I'm continuing the trend. Like Pico, I feel like I see. So many. Interpretations of her that just feel Wrong. Like I see people make her The Smart One or like. Dominant Girlboss with little substance beyond that. And it's like. Cool, yay, I love fandom misogyny. FUCK it's probably still rotting in my drafts but forever and always my reaction to this phenomenon with her is "This girl gets her hand stuck in peanut butter jars trying to eat pb with her hands. This is your Smart One?" and I should get it out of my drafts bc I'm real for that. DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ME WHEN I SAY THIS BTW. Interpretations that smarten up BF to the same degree do not flag this to me. When making more serious fanworks with these guys, you're gonna have to give them more smarts than canon will. My issue is specifically when I have seen people still write in a degree of stupidity with BF and then just. Don't? Do the same with GF?

song i associate with them: Very basic but I think the sound is cute with her. My secondary answer would be Nelward - "Werewolf" but that's more of a. Specific Instance. That I don't want to elaborate on. grins

favorite picture of them:

Like literally all of them The Fuck you're making me choose? /silly Here's the fruits of me looking through her wiki gallery:

^ If I had to pick a single favorite, it'd be those panels from the Nendoroid comic. She was real for that. Anyways FUCK I love her. Statements improved when you remember I'm Boyfkin LMAOOOOOO..

[aina-otsuki]

I may or may not have gotten off track and made a fanfic about “A Kairos Moment”. @avaetin ever since your created that fanfic and ship I’ve never been able to look back.

Anyways anyone know a the show Star VS The forces Of Evil? Now imagine Nico’s family born from the “failed” clay prototypes made from the escaped essences of Earth, Sea, Sky, and Pit. Making them have magic but they were able to create their own ancient type of magic. Which like in the show they have a wand passed down from each queen. But instead of having a single wand passed down why not have them create their own wand along with their own spells to back up their own creation. I see Nico as the family’s Eclipsa (Queen Of Darkness) and Celena (the Shy). I think he’d be Eclipsa because why not. Also I think he’d look wonderful with an umbrella. Celena is mainly because of what’s said about her in that one episode where Star’s inside the wand and like reading stone texts about each wand user. I like started writing a bit of a fanfic about it.

Oh! Totally almost forgot about the kingdom his family has. So the Kingdom’s name is Eclipsara bc why not. Now kingdom is know to be hidden in the shadows and within plain sight. It’s where light and dark take a dance in a perpetual waltz. The capital is called Nightspire. It’s where all the most culture of the kingdom is held. Then there’s the major trading city that’s surrounded by a forest and near a river. Whisperwood is its name. It’s called this for a reason actually. The woods of that forest is where the trees whisper murmurs of secrets and where tales of yore are carried within its winds. This kingdom has all kinds of people from supernatural beings to normal people that live together in harmony among the rule of their dear Queen or King. OH!! The spells I wrote spells that are similar to the shows except they’re Nico’s spells and and like what if Nico took Aeon, and his children to the kingdom to let them have a “normal” childhood. Eclipsa was like hated for leaving her kingdom for the one she loved so instead of that for Nico. I’m going to have his family praise him for it. Like they did for Maria. Like they do for every family member who had enticed an immortal and powerful being.

Yeah, that’s about it. I’ll probably reblog the spells I made later.

Should I be working on my Jasico Fanfic instead of posting. Yes. Do I care and think everything I’m writing in the fic sucks and change sentences every few minutes. Yes. Should I not procrastinate and write my fic instead of saying I’ll do it later cause I have school work. Also yes! Anyways here’s the small part I started for this AU!

“A young girl stood in front of a tapestry. She was the oldest of her sisters. She, like her mother, was inevitability, the end. She was the fate others faced within their final breath. 

She was Atropos…

She looked at the tapestry with wonder. This was her mother. Her mother had titles her father hadn’t known of. She thought it was interesting to learn about this. She would admire the tapestry more later, for now she should read what her Mother’s people had to say about her. She looked down to read a tile of stone with gems and riches all around and a symbol of her mothers family. 

“Niccoló, Queen of Eclipsará. To an Eclipsaran King was wed but took a primordial for his love. And away from Eclipsará fled.”

Atropos felt like scoffing; they made her mother out to be someone bad. Leaving a kingdom for love doesn’t mean the person is bad. She disliked the fact they simply painted her father out to someone bad on the tapestry. Atropos thought they hadn’t known anything about her father. However, just as she was about to leave when she saw the stone change wording.

“Niccoló, the Flower and Star, he who hides behind a shadowed umbrella. The hand that does sweetly hold, a trove of cosmic secrets that have never been told.”

It wouldn’t let me upload my picture of the docs. So I had to copy paste which sucks. Anyways I bid everyone goodbye.

[walder-138]

If Keith and Nikolai had to work together, what would that look like? Would it be chaos?

Likewise, what would Nikolai's thoughts on Jodie be? (what if he knew about what Keith had done?)

Hey Goose! Thanks for the ask! Kinda piggybacking off of what you told me:

LONG, INCOHERENT POST INCOMING:

First of all, Nikolai wouldn’t trust the walking, talking ballsack as far as he could throw him. Combined with him being an American, Nikolai knew something was off about him. He thinks Keith’s using the Perseus organization as a cheap grab for power (which isn’t that far from the truth) and is absolutely disgusted by him.

Nik keeps a watchful eye on Keith whenever the two are in the same room. He doesn’t even try to hide it. Doesn’t even blink. Just stares him dead in the face the whole time they’re in a meeting. No emotion or anything, silently letting Keith know “Boy, if you try anything, they’re going to have to use your dental records to identify your corpse.”

About the two working together, Nikolai isn’t the kind of guy to let some skinny-ass American boy tell him what to do. However, unlike his spawn, he doesn’t constantly hurl insults or try to kill the people he doesn’t like, so at least that’s a plus. Keith should be safe.

Nikolai’s trying to get the mission done ASAP. He doesn’t wanna rely on Keith for anything for too long. He’d be taking shortcuts, despite knowing he’d probably be sent out again to fix his mistakes, so that he doesn’t have to rely on Keith. Nik doesn’t even trust him to drive.

“Boy, just tell me order. I do not care about the truth, do not waste breath to convince me. I swear, you talk a lot without truly saying anything. Wasting good oxygen. Do you not know how many people need oxygen to survive?”

(For Jodie pre-brainwashing, I’m gonna refer to her as Nadežda) (Also, I’m treating this as Nik never became Bell)

Nikolai didn’t pay much mind to Nadežda, simply thinking she was another bullet sponge at first. That was, until AU!Annika decided that Nadežda was her friend. Yeah, Nik told her not to talk to anybody there, but Annika saw her and was like, “You are my friend now. We go play dolls.”

You know how hard Nikolai stares at Keith? Now imagine that times 10 every time Annika talks to Nadežda. He doesn’t know the circumstances of why she joined Perseus, and wanted to make sure his ‘daughter’ didn’t get too close.

When Annika continues to pester her, but Nadežda doesn’t verbally abuse the kid, Nikolai lightens up around her. He starts actually talking to her, instead of standing in a corner, staring holes in the back of her head. Nik would start to joke around about Annika never shutting up, and sticking to Nadežda like a fly on shit.

While Nikolai doesn’t know Nadežda’s story (about her brother), he still develops a sense of protectiveness over her, since he got that she wasn’t exactly in Perseus on her own accord. Nik could tell by the way she carried herself. He’s been trained to sense fear, and he felt it in Nadežda since she got there. (which is why he look the other way when she was thinking of betraying Perseus)

When Keith decided to go into major dickwad mode, you bet your ass Nikolai picked it up. He knew Nadežda was acting off, even more distant than usual, and wanted to know why. So he did some detective work, and found out about little bitch boy.

That kinda puts Nik in a rut though; now he knows for damn certain that Nadežda isn’t loyal to Perseus (for being willing to trade in secrets like that), but if she were to keep talking to Keith, she’d get her heart ripped out. Nik knew about Keith’s status in Perseus, hell, he’s probably tried to pull a stunt like that on him and Annika.

Nik was between a rock and a hard place. If he told Nadežda about Keith, he’d risk losing his fucking job and putting Annika at risk because he would be sabotaging a plan by Perseus. However, if he didn’t, Perseus would have her killed and that’d make bitch boy move up a rank or two. He decided that he needed to put Annika and his own safety above her’s; he will not die for a traitor.

Timeskip to when Jodie was captured, he’s pissed off at Keith for playing her like that. Well, even more pissed off at him than usual, but you know. Since Keith’s higher ranking than Nik, he has to be nice (🤢) to him now. Lemme tell you, he is not enjoying a second of it.

He’s like “Boy, you did us good by flushing out the traitor🥰”

“Sooooo you’re not gonna threaten me anymore?”

“No ❤️❤️❤️I put venomous centipedes in your desk 😊🤭”

Thank you for sending in the ask! It helped me developing Nik, and I think I’ve got a pretty decent personality in place for him! I’d like to here your thoughts!

[skitskatdacat63]

misc lore drop day 33/?

Going to be doing something a little different for the next couple posts!! I reblogged this ask game because when I saw it, I could only think of answers from Boy King AU. So I thought it’d be fun to be prompted and force myself to think inside the confines of these questions. Please send more if you are interested!! Tysm Csilla for the first three!!! I’ll answer one per day, because I like sticking to this self imposed schedule :D No one was specified so I’ll answer this for both Seb and Fernando!

What is a trait your OC hides about themself from others? Do they refuse to acknowledge it or begrudgingly accept it?

Fernando

I’ve talked about this before, but he definitely hides his passion. It’s like pulling teeth, in the beginning, to get him to admit he genuinely likes or enjoys anything. Especially any of his fondness for Seb, he will absolutely never admit it. He’s actually a pretty fun-loving guy, but he believes he needs to be stoic to survive and succeed in the world. He must only focus on doing his duty, plotting and scheming, to move up in the world. He used to be very carefree and whimsical, but that got him nowhere, and he believes if he stayed that way, he’d still be a prince. When in reality, his passion dissipated when he got closer to being a king. Not because that’s what kings should be like, but because the proceedings around it were practically designed to undermine him. But, he still got what he wanted. So he believes that is how he got where he is, instead of it in reality being a symptom of where he is, if that makes sense? 

He definitely evolves throughout his life to become more like his younger self. Those around him, especially Seb of course, chip away at that impassive facade over time. But in the beginning, he;s definitely the type to deny it to his grave. “A king has no time for silly games such as these, I must focus on my duty” etc etc. He can’t accept it because he feels like everything will crumble away from him if he does. Becoming dispassionate is just a sign of growing older, okay? He says. It’s more of a part of himself that he’s intentionally hiding/shoving away, than one he needs to accept. Though maybe he needs to accept it’s not normal nor healthy to hide your true self and desires behind 10 masks of indifference and seriousness. 

Seb is a bit harder because I think he’s a much more straightforward, carefree guy than Fernando is. I’ve talked about this as well, but it’s definitely insecurity. He, as someone who has been king and a destined emperor since as long as he can remember, does not have experience not getting what he wants. He expects everything to come his way, and everyone to bow to him and prioritize him overall. Yes, that’s kind of selfish BUT, can you really blame someone who’s been raised with the idea that he is the most important being? That’s not what he’s insecure over, but rather suddenly dealing with the idea that he can’t instantly get everything his way, i.e. his relationship with Fernando. It’s very tough for him to suddenly face that, someone that outwardly doesn’t like him nor thinks he’s the greatest to ever exist. It fuels him to try to win Fernando over, but it also causes his worldview to start collapsing. Thus: insecurity. Insecurity over: is anyone actually telling me the truth, does anyone even like me, etc???? Also specifically in regards to his and Fernando’s marriage. At the beginning, he’s like well of course Fernando would love this and love me, because I am me, how could he not!? But later on when he starts to get insecure, it makes him question everything. Wait so he doesn’t actually like me, he wasn't in awe of getting to marry me?

It’s definitely something he really struggles to come to terms with. He’s not supposed to be feeling these emotions. He shouldn’t be having to question his whole life up until this point. It’s something that he keeps to himself, because it would probably ruin him if anyone else knew. He’s supposed to be the epitome of self confidence, of ardent self belief. So why is he suddenly getting all squirmy over everything? 

[pilots-and-protons]

Been thinking about headcanons for the sort of nebulous, non-existent Omegaverse Voyager AU that likes to rattle around inside my brain. Decided I should maybe post some now and again.

You know, the AU where Tom Paris has been hiding that he’s an Omega since joining Starfleet. His father expected another in a long line of family Alphas, both Captains and Admirals, and ended up disappointed. Somewhere that disappointment turned into Tom’s father expecting him to play out the role of an Alpha anyways, and since Starfleet is so stringent with scent blockers and suppressants, all it takes is a lot of false bravado and some very high scores on the flight sims. No one even suspects a thing, since to actually ask would be an offence, and when everyone sees the red uniform they just assume that Tom’s an Alpha (like his father, and his grandmother, and every other goddamn Paris before him). 

So Tom just... doesn’t bother to correct them.

There’s nothing actually keeping Omegas or Betas from the Command-track in Starfleet, but most graduates end up being Alphas anyways because of their more brash qualities and general penchant for choosing positions of leadership. There also isn’t anything keeping Tom from telling the truth about his status (after all, the doctor for his physicals knows even if she wouldn’t ever tell), except the looming feeling that his very existence is somehow a disappointment to his father. There’s also the small, gnawing desire that maybe, just maybe, if he lies to enough people and follows the path his father expects of him, someday he won’t feel like such a failure.

Until the accident at Caldik Prime happens, and he’s basically a failure anyways. It’s ironic that the first time Tom really tells the truth about something, it ends as badly as he always feared it would. With no more Starfleet, no more protocols, he’s both free but also adrift. Lurking around at Chez Sandrine’s he finally goes off the suppressants and the scent blockers, tries to be the complete opposite of what his father expected and go full-throttle into being an Omega - whatever that’s even supposed to mean.

Except, all he gets is a bunch of assholes assuming he’s a whore because he’s a drifter, he likes to talk and he’s pretty. If nothing else, he’d thought acting the part of a coy Omega might help him hustle at pool. Instead no one wants to play him, the ever-changing crowd of Alphas always trying to show him “how it’s done” - as if he couldn’t wipe the floor with half the patrons. It makes him feel cheap, knowing that the Alphas seem to only care if he’ll put out, but at least he can sometimes get his bar tab payed before giving them the runaround.

By the time the Maquis come calling, he’s started on the suppressants again but is still drowning in the drink. Couldn’t make it as an Alpha, can’t seem to make it as an Omega either. Chakotay must still think he’s some Alpha hotshot though, because there’s a lot of glaring and posturing before he agrees to let Tom fly (and to pay the last of his drinking debts). It’s ironic to him, later, to find out that the “Big Maquis Boss” is actually an Omega too - something Tom learns from a few muted conversations when the crew don’t realize he’s still lurking nearby. Apparently Chakotay just has to act like a Pack Alpha to keep the less honorable Maquis in his squad from pulling shit behind his back. And that makes Tom feel even more sick, seeing that maybe if he wasn’t such a failure he could have pulled it off too - living as an Omega in some position of authority without being laughed out an airlock like his father always warned.

But then he gets caught on his first real mission and thrown into prison. The final indignity is that the prison intake officer takes one look at the glare on his face and the last name in his file and agrees to provide him with suppressants. “Don’t need another hard-headed Alpha causing problems” they say, and Tom can’t even find the will to correct them. At least it would probably keep the other inmates off his back. 

By the time Captain Janeway comes calling, Tom’s built up a hard shell - buried the weak and pathetic Omega inside himself so deep in failures and suppressants, that it’s easy to play the smart-mouth and pretend like he’s as tough as he sounds.

It’s funny, how Janeway is so tiny compared to him, and yet even from a mile away he could see she was an Alpha. She practically oozed confidence and a calm, level head for leadership when she offered him the position as an “observer” on her ship. And how could Tom say no to a person like that?

It just meant that for the next few days, he’d have to remember what it was like to pretend again - to play the proper Starfleet Alpha, even if there was no rank to his name and no position to fill. 

Tom doesn’t know if it’s an ingrained Omega need to help, or the self-taught Alpha drive to protect that he’d tried so hard to cultivate, but something sends him stalking across Quark’s after some floundering newbie that’s clearly about to be swindled. It isn’t until much later - after declarations of friendship, being stranded in a new quadrant, and a field commission that suddenly feels like it might be based on a lie - that Tom is flabbergasted to find the gentle, dedicated, and friendly Harry whom he’d rescued in that space station bar is somehow a goddamn Alpha.

[evilkitten3]

my word for the wip game is “play” or “don’t” :)

i'll do play first, then!

And none of them are people he trusts to handle a crisis in an elementary school, except maybe Krillin or Yamcha, but the latter is on the other side of the world playing baseball and Gohan has no idea where the former even is.

“Wanna play jumprope with me an’ Glu for recess?”

“I’ve never actually played jumprope before,” he admits.

-Men of Tin, chapter 4: Elementary School Blues (Dragon Ball; should probably change that to middle school; part of a post-Cell au where Gohan goes to school much sooner; yes all the kids are named after school supplies)

Although he’d spent his first recess learning to play jump rope with Glu and Wakku, Gohan doesn’t really feel as though he’d truly bonded with either of them.

Most of the other kids had formed their own groups that were also pretty clearly pre-established: Wakku and Glu played jump rope; Tekist, Bainda, Jiki, Basami, and Keiko talked about sports; Hochikiss, Maaka, Forda, and Conpas giggled about fashion and boys; Shappu and Pen chased each other around the small playground – only Gohan and the quiet boy, Mashe, had remained separate from the others.

Mashe asks, gesturing towards the other side of the cafeteria (which is just the playground, only now they’re all sitting on the benches and eating lunch).

-Men of Tin, chapter 6: Lost Between Two Worlds (Dragon Ball; this is the chapter i'm least satisfied with and may remove altogether bc i barely even remember what i wanted to do with mashe anyway. i think maybe he'd also lost someone in the cell games or something? idk)

"...Why should I have to play a damn guessing game every time someone I know has some sort of anniversary?..."

-Around the World in 365 Days (Dragon Ball; fic i started ages ago and might work into a separate fic instead of making it its own thing; basically goku and vegeta try to find a birthday present for yamcha)

Pan and Bulla playing together was one thing, but the girls were still too young to really understand what bedtime was, or why they should fight against it like it was the next big threat to the planet.

-Good Ideas Will Tear Your Brain Apart (Dragon Ball; mostly abandoned kakavegebulchi fic where i was trying to work out some interactions between vegeta and chichi, but it didn't really go anywhere)

But she’d learned to hide the dual-colored skin and petrified flesh, learned to turn her weak heartbeat into the most effective possum-playing imaginable.

-Narfi Nada (MCU; crack avengers 1 au where all the avengers sans thor are loki's myth kids, but all of them are so busy trying to hide it from everyone (especially thor and loki) that none of them pick up on each other; thor and loki absolutely pick up on it and promptly jump to the conclusion that they need to keep it secret from each other; basically the whole thing is an excuse to give fury a migraine)

Expectation and reality had played out simultaneously.

-Sandpipers Standing in a Marsh in the Autumn Twilight (Durarara!!; post-ketsu fic; izaya and shizuo not being friends and not coping and also bitching about shinra)

One thing Orihara Kyōko’s son inherited from her was a sense of playfulness, with a subtly competitive edge. This is not to say that her husband was a boring person, or even that he didn’t enjoy games as well, but the playfulness that Orihara Shirō had was significantly closer to the average desire for enjoyment experienced by most humans, as opposed to the playfulness that functioned as a core personality trait for both his wife and eldest child.

By the time Izaya turned five a few months later, he’d developed a habit of only asking his mother when he wanted to play a game. When she’d first offered to involve his father, Izaya had scoffed and told her that he didn’t think “that man” was intelligent enough for him to bother playing with.

He did, eventually, realize that his father wasn’t actually as dull as he’d first thought, but by then the game of finding new ways to not spend time with his father had become far more entertaining than any pre-established game they could have played together.

This last bit is not how the game usually worked, but it was how the Orihara family had ended up playing it.

In both kakurenbo and western hide-and-seek, the seeker closes their eyes and counts to ten (or another agreed upon number, usually determined via angry children who do not feel that ten seconds is enough time to find a suitable thing to hide behind on the playground).

Perhaps, had Izaya confronted her about this, she would have explained to him that adults had more experience in just about everything that a young child, and therefore all of them had to pretend the playing field was even in order for the child to continue enjoying the game.

Assuming her son was merely playing with her, Kyōko sighed and continued the search, occasionally calling out that the game was over and he can come out now.

He did regret not having brought snacks or something to do while he hid, but he resolved to do just that the next time he played kakurenbo.

Two days after brilliantly foiling his mother’s plan to win at kakurenbo, Orihara Izaya emerged from hiding and wandered into the kitchen, too hungry to keep playing his brilliant game.

-The Intricacies of a Rainbow-Colored Lemniscate (Durarara!!; post-ketsu; basically izaya is autistic and it changes nothing but his parents would very much like to know why their son is missing presumed dead)

ok, onto the next word! "don't" is a word i expect to show up a lot, so i can't promise to share every sentence. but we'll see.

“Don��t do drugs.”

“I don’t know much about depression, but I do know that it can lead people to turn to drugs or alcohol,” his mom says, and it dawns on Gohan that she’s entirely serious.

“I don’t care whose side he’s on now, that man is–” Gohan realizes how that had sounded and almost chokes, raising his hands to pacify his mother.

“I don’t mean I’d ask him for help. ..."

His mother and grandfather, who don’t live in his head and hadn’t made those connections, just stare at him.

-Men of Tin, chapter 1: Where We Were When the Lights Went Out (Dragon Ball; off to a great start)

He’ll get himself in trouble sooner or later, and they don’t need to give anybody any excuses to get rid of them.

It suddenly dawns on her that the clothes she’s wearing don’t actually belong to her.

"I… don’t know if that’s a good idea. ..."

“Well, technically, I don’t sleep, but I’m homeless again, so…”

“I don’t know,” she says, because she really doesn’t.

“I don’t really have anything else. ..."

“In any case, Eighteen, I don’t have a spare bed at the moment. I hope you don’t mind the couch until we can find a bed for you.” “I don’t really need to sleep,” Eighteen says.

-Men of Tin, chapter 2: Pretty Broken Things (Dragon Ball; oh yeah this fic isn't just about gohan btw there's chichi/18 and also vegeta having a breakdown in the background)

You don’t know how to either, little monkey, Frieza hisses at him.

"... I don’t want either of you to get hurt, but–”

Men of Tin, chapter 3: The People We Knew Long Ago (Dragon Ball; vegeta is coping great thanks for asking)

“Don’t scare him,” Chichi scolds, shaking her head at the cyborg.

“Don’t talk like–” Temper snapping, Vegeta whirls around, palm crackling with power.

“I don’t think he wants to talk right now, honey,” Panchy says, glancing between her daughter and the prince.

“You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to, sweetie,” Panchy’s voice cuts through his thoughts.

"... Don’t concern yourself with whether or not you are worth my time. ..."

"... We can spend the morning getting to know Gohan, but please don’t overwhelm the poor boy.”

“I don’t mind, Ms. Bai.”

-Men of Tin, chapter 4: Elementary School Blues (Dragon Ball; gohan is so sweet and vegeta is probably rabid; also that's nappa talking in the second sentence)

Zarbon drags him off somewhere, and Nappa and Raditz don’t see him again for nearly a month.

“Don’t sneak up on me!”

 I don’t think he usually talks like that.

-Men of Tin, chapter 5: Brick By Broken Brick (Dragon Ball; vegeta is totally one hundred percent in the present and not at all having flashbacks he's doing great stupendous super even)

“You don’t own a watch, Kakarot. ..."

“Beyond that, I don’t recall any such thing. ..."

"... I don’t believe we had any annual celebrations like birthdays – if we did, it likely would have been a celebration of the birth itself, which would have been considered the mother’s battle, not the child’s. ..."

"... I don’t believe I ever met her in person, though, so I can’t speak much to what she was actually like. ..."

"... I simply don’t wish to refer to a Saiyan by a non-Saiyan name when he has a perfectly good proper name. ..."

-Around the World in 365 Days (Dragon Ball; there's actually one other sentence with "don't" but i chose not to include that one bc it's borderline incoherent out of context)

“Well, I don’t remember the exact district,” his cousin admits.

"... I don’t even think most of ‘em know my name.”

“Well, don’t worry, Lord Kuchiki, I’m sure you’ll catch up to me eventually.”

“We just don’t know much about Rukongai, so we weren’t sure if anyone too far out there knew how to read.”

“And assumin’ things ‘bout people ya don’t know ain’t very polite.”

“I don’t know for sure,” she says, as she walks alongside the older girl who had graciously offered to walk her to her next class (probably for gossip, which Rangiku is very much okay with).

"... I don’t know if he’s ever even touched a sword before, but… I dunno, he’s always been smart. ..."

"... You go around and look at things in windows but you don’t actually spend any money!”

"... We don’t like being cooped up, either. ..."

“Don’t ignore us!” The sound of teeth snapping might have startled him if he hadn’t gotten used to it ages ago. “We don’t belong here!” We don’t belong anywhere, though.

"... I’m afraid I don’t have my own name at present.”

“You don’t have to, though,” she adds with a wink.

-Dreamcatcher (Bleach; gin and byakuya's first meeting goes impeccably, no class warfare at all)

I don’t know what to do.

((I don’t want to hurt anyone))

Except his don’t move, because they are markings and not– whatever this is.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says finally.

The now-voiceless hollow had needed words, but the others don’t.

They don’t have the stamina or the manpower to fight another opponent, she knows.

-Frost Line (Bleach; basically orihime loses her shit when ulquiorra kills ichigo and maybe kinda sorta usurps aizen as arc bad guy; also rukihime endgame)

“I don’t really have the full picture of what happened, so I don’t know if–”

She has Goku drop her off at Capsule Corp before sending him back to keep the boys company (and make sure they don’t stay up too late, though she doubts that that will be as much of a problem as it usually is).

"... I don’t– I don’t think– Cheech, he didn’t recognize me. ..."

"... I don’t know what to do, I don’t know how I’m s-supposed to f-f-fix this, I–”

"... I ain’t a psychologist, but I know it don’t work like that. ..."

"... Maybe they will, but that’s a lotta unnecessary stress on people who don’t deserve to carry that. I ain’t sayin’ you should leave him or that you don’t love him, I’m sayin’ you gotta set a line for what ain’t gonna fly. He should too; we all need to. But you’re the one he might listen to, ‘cause he ain’t listenin’ to Goku and I don’t imagine he’ll be interested in listenin’ to me.”

“Y’don’t go through all that an’ come out okay, Bulma, you just don’t. ..."

“Not sayin’ I don’t care about him. ..."

-Good Ideas Will Tear Your Brain Apart (Dragon Ball; chichi's accent is so freaking hard for me gah)

“JARVIS, don’t let Fury talk to me before ten am,” he says, not processing any of what the man had actually said.

“You don’t wanna help redecorate another borough?” Tony asks innocently.

Nat and Steve don’t follow, but that’s fine.

“I’m not saying it was the nicest table I’ve ever seen,” Loki is saying when Iron Man arrives on scene (before Cap, and possibly also before Nat, but Tony is well aware that not being able to see her doesn’t actually mean anything), “but I don’t really think the design was that offensive.”

“You don’t appear injured,” Loki crouches down next to her.

"... I don’t recall having ordered a side of civilian causalities.”

“I don’t have anything to say to you.” Hawkeye tells him flatly.

“I don’t pretend to know his gender identity, but statistically, I believe you are most likely correct. ..."

"... Please say no, I don’t need to deal with that again.”

"... You’re supposed to be in– I don’t know, wherever Asgard puts its wannabe dictators.”

"... This world’s Loki probably just needs… oh, I don’t know. ..."

“She won’t do anything, I don’t think,” she adds.

“And might I say, Captain, I hope you don’t feel the need to treat me differently simply because my form has changed. ..."

-Oh, Ye of Little Grace (MCU; pretty much abandoned idea of aoa!loki ending up in the mcu)

“Is it the one where you don’t think I’m a monster anymore?” he asks.

“True. You don’t fall for anything I say, huh?” “I just don’t listen most of the time. I’ve known you were full of shit since day one.”

“If you don’t already know, that’s probably the most concerning thing, actually.”

"... Looks like you don’t know everything after all.”

"... Don’t tell, Shizu-chan.”

Don’t talk about Celty like that

Don’t be absurd.

…I don’t like that you guessed that so quickly

"... We don’t even talk that much. ..."

“I don’t think he’s ever asked. ..."

"... I don’t think he would either way, though.”

"... I don’t know if there’s anything they could’ve done about that. ..."

"... Shi– oww, hey, don’t do that! ..."

-Sandpipers Standing in a Marsh in the Autumn Twilight (Durarara!!)

i'm gonna end it here bc this has gone on long enough. shame on you for picking such a common word lol

[heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon]

#steven universe#saiscribbles#hazbin hotel#switcheroo au#transphobia#listen man i usually dont care enough to do a whole thing. but ur an asshole.#and you hide behind this uwu steven universe shit and then sit on Twitter going#“you KIDS are so sensitve blazing saddles never could be made today”#but dont want to offer any respect to others bc they were rightfully angry w you “but THE IT STARTED ITTTT”

@towermzark

.... I love being able to be that bitch to someone for once and start off by saying how I wasn't going to reblog this but it's like: "Oh Look! Another tenderqueer with a bunch of tacky tumblr badges next to their url calloutposting about how all the other tenderqueer steven universe marvel stans on twitter with anime icons are fighting! And the fight devolved into something that has absolutely noting to do with goddamn fucking viviziepop ether! Who could've seen that coming!"

Fuck Sai for using the word "Retard" completely uncensored in real life anyway even and fuck Sai for her blatant biphobia on top that although I do agree Lily Orchard is just mental and actually should be sent away to some kind of reform school for wayward Turds so they can finally just get all of the brownface off that shitty artwork.

Viv Medrano isn't even Sai's favorite artist it's obviously Rebecca Sugar who's her fave and she makes that really fucking clear when she opens up her long ass take downs of Lily by being yet another person to generally just shit on Star vs. The Forces of Evil and it's ending (which, how original of her to jump on that backwards bandwagon too despite defending Hazbin as long as we're talking about people thinking they're such unique snowflakes) my point in bringing this up is the the fact that Steven Universe has always just kinda sorta sucked anyway and that anyone who knows anything believes in Svtfoe Supremacy (which obviously, I shouldn't have to explain why this includes Medrano).

Circling back to actually talking about Medrano I also love how you just dropped that whole Straw Man Edge Lord Blazing Saddles Meme into my lap while you fall to comprehend how the whole "N@zi OC Vivziepop Susage Party Art Exchange Roleplay Drama" TM was apparently just part of one huge Mel Brookes Producers reference. Which was also something Sai covered during her big stream that was basically just talking about Hazbin. Now for all your proud post limit breaking and chattering your wind up teeth why don't you cite me some decades old evidence of the person who ran that equally cringe roleplay blog being an actual neo nazi in real life instead of just roleplaying as like a gay ass tumblr sexy anthropomorphized bottle of sour milk or something that decided he wanted to fuck vivziepops gay ass bottle of anthropomorphized hollandaise sauce that she clearly made out of a blatantly obvious Mel Brookes reference after watching an actually bad dude bro movie and then posting the one note but still admittedly funny joke she was able to get out of that crap (because she is who she is) on tumblr dot com? You can't. And I'm not going to listen to you because you use tumblr badges anyway.

The Tenderqueer with the Black Milf Anime Icon probably thinks that "queer" is a slur that can never be reclaimed and gets into Anti Kink Discourse TM every June, if they aren't already a minor.

Random bitches accusing random bitches online of misgendering because they expect other random bitches online to go skim through their profile to make absolutely certain they use the correct pronouns for random ass bitches during random ass twitter arguments instead of just accepting the unspoken ancient rule of the internet which is your defualt gender online to random bitches always being your icon or whatever "gendered" indicator you have on public display at the time and "yano" or whatever the fuck It's name is probably already had a Masc Presenting Character as It's icon which is probably why Great Great Grandma Sai just got Confused. Classic Tenderqueer shit to pull on someone. Although, I can't imagine still being a Steven Universe Stan at 40. It's just not that good.

Not that this has anything to do with Viv but again ... Bunch of Weebs of Color picking arguments with (apparently already ancient ass) White Weebs, presumably over Vivziepop, losing the plot entirely, scolding the White Weeb for White Weebness, and just refusing to acknowledge that Vivziepop is just another Weeb of Color (and arguably a White Passing Weeb) herself? Alastor doesn't look like a Black Man because he looks like Disney Aladdin and Disney Aladdin didn't look like an Indian Man to begin with ether because he was probs modeled after the white dude who voiced him and Alastor just went from also being voiced by a white dude to being voiced by someone who's presumably Indian so the ouroboros of animated racial discourse just came full circle and Alastor might as well be at least mixed raced Black and Indian to me, like at least in fanon, instead of just being mixed raced White/Black and Hazbin to me is just like if Cartoony Moulin Rouge was just a cartoon anyway, and in Hazbin'a case it is, so I think we can all take this cartoon that we're watching for what is it, and shut the fuck up now. And if you can't do that, stop watching. Quit your obsessive hatred of vivziepop and shows she makes , and quit complaining.

Okay so, I learned from Sai's streams that she's supposedly 40, so like, how old must you reposting this shit and all the people that she's willingly arguing with on twitter be? 18? 19? 20? 21? Because right now, regardless of the true context of how it started (that you didn't provide to begin with) all I'm seeing from all sides is:

Including you, for even clogging my tags with this shit and Sai for even engaging.

(And oh, make no mistake I can't stand Alex Hirsch ether, Gravity Falls art style is objectively disgusting and really gives Slightly Elevated Family Guy for Kids and he's a far worse artist and more racist than any of the woman all you tenderqueer girlies love going after... But ... I do believe .... All would agree Lily Orchard has a lot of um .... Work to do on herself as a woman but maybe all the girlies who consume themselves with cartoons online instead of creating something actually sexy out of it need to work on their minds and hearts and actually get laid instead portraying themselves as weird space rock baby vtubers or pokemon pony fucker, I don't know, not my kink).

But at least now I know I have a reason not to be casually viewing Sai's content anymore so I guess I should thank you before I block you?

So what I've conformed from all this is exactly What Steven Universe Does to a Mother Fucker I guess and if you still obsess over that shit in any capacity whatsoever pass the intended age range you're an abled-bodied autistic tenderqueer who's just abrasive and annoying and insufferable as all Actual Hell, and if you still love Star Vs. The Forces of Evil and acknowledge it's superior to absolutely Everything (cartoon wise) that came before and after it well into your early 30s, it's means you're probably Chill, Disabled, Kinky (so, Queer) and Cool.

Sorry I didn't make The Rules, Queen Eclipsa did.

Legit the only thing I learned from this post is that yeah... Steven Universe?

And people need to stop crying over it and putting it into the tags for adult shows.

I'll keep saying the only acceptable children's cartoon to crossover with Hazbin tags is Star vs. (I mean, for all the actual obvious goddamn fucking reasons) and vivziepop knows this.

Tenderqueer Steven Universe Stans (including OP) need to shut the fuck up and just delete.

Hazbin Hotel and Star vs. The Forces of Evil both Fuck, sometimes they even fuck each other, Steven Universe might not be "Garbage" but it ain't nearly the Hot Shit everyone makes it out to be ether, actually, Steven seems to be for abrasive ableists when it comes to it's adult audiences, and Star's is for the Disabled and Cute Girls who are young at heart and know that we're hotter and better than you and Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss are just like the adult versions of that and the fans of the actually superior shows are tired.

Now get out of our tags.

@saiscribbles likes to be transphobic on the twitter machine :)

All because they want to defend their fave (vivziepop) for doing an art trade w an open nazi (was on tumblr as user i-hate-jewice)

Theres a whole longass thread of them arguing w people over the whole thing, this was just when they started being shitty to a NB poc who was saying that theyre tired of white gays talking over poc

[huge-enthusiast]

Miraculous fic recomendations!!

This is just an excuse to show all my bookmarks? Yes. Yes, it is. I'm pretty sure most of this fics are really popular, but try see if you find something you didn't knew about!

All of the fics will be rated Teen and up audiences or lower. Also if I don't put the author's tumblr is because they didn't put it in the fic or/and I couldn't find it.

Pairing: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

knowing you by emsylcatac (they are not really the author of the fic but that's the account that says in the fic, the actual author doesn't have an account).

After dropping their transformations months ago, Marinette and Adrien see each other for the first time after being apart. They've both left too much unsaid and have to work to pick up the pieces of their confused hearts.

Chapters: 1/1

Post-reveal but mostly ladynoir, light angst with happy ending.

the last day on earth by Reiaji

The first time Marinette sees Chat Blanc, she's fourteen years old. The second time, fifteen—the third time, seventeen.

The closer she grows to Adrien, the harder it is to save him.

Chapters: 1/1

Post-reveal lovesquare, kinda heavy angst, hopeful ending.

tell me something i don't know by carpisuns (@carpisuns here on tumblr)

Do you think it still means something? To love someone, even if the universe said you had to?

The odds of having a soulmate are about negative one billion (or something like that). But somehow, like they always have, Marinette and Chat Noir find themselves together. They’re ready to finally tell each other everything, but it turns out that even soulmates have to keep secrets, and while their bond draws them together, duty forces them apart.

Chapters: currently 17/28 (WIPs can be exhausting but this one is 100% worth the wait!)

Mostly marichat but almost all of the lovesquare sides make an appearance, soulmates au, mostly fluff but it can get angsty if it wants to.

One Thing After Another by SKayLanphear

Marinette notices that, sometimes, Adrien acts a little out of the ordinary--like the time he stood in a cardboard box for no reason, or when he actually hissed at Nino. It's only when she starts to notice the similarities between Adrien and a certain feline that she begins to get suspicious.

Basically, Adrien acts like a cat when he probably shouldn't.

Chapters: 15/15

Mostly adrienette with one sided reveal by Marinette's side, miraculous side effects (by both sides wich is really cool!), it's fluff with a lil tiny angst for drama.

This would take some getting used to by Codango (@codango here on tumblr!)

Adrien peeked out from behind the chimney even as the magic of his own Chat Noir mask fell away.

She was still visible, her dark hair bobbing under the street lamps a couple blocks away.

“Marinette.”

Adrien blew out a confused breath. His fiery Ladybug… was the quiet little mouse who sat behind him in class?

“What. The.”

This… would take some getting used to.

Chapters: 8/8

Adrienette with one sided reveal by Adrien's part, awkward flirting, just fluff, nothing to worry about.

comfort food also by Reiaji!

In Marinette's house, cooking is a language of love, and Marinette loves Adrien more than most.

Chapters: 1/1

Adrienette with a little of ladynoir, super super fluff, a lot of insight into Marinette's chinese heritage.

The right side of his face by walkingonthestars (@hamsternamedmarinette here on tumblr!)

Marinette and Adrien are able to remain in their new seats in the back of the room at the end of Chameleon.

Chapters: 1/1

Adrienette, fluff with light angst.

it's a long way forward so trust in me by aloneintherain (@captainkirkk here on tumblr!)

“You’re not the only strong one around here, Chat,” Marinette said. She looked a little winded, but she wasn’t struggling to hold him up.

This close up, he could see the freckles on the bridge of her nose. He could see how that smug smile lit up her eyes. He could feel the strain of her arms—and wow, okay, he really wasn’t the only person around here with muscles.

Six times Marinette carried Adrien (plus one time he carried her).

Chapters: 1/1

All the sides of the lovesquare! Fluff with LOTS of mutual pining.

a fight that you were born to lose also by aloneintherain

When the prosecution starts throwing around the word victim in reference to Adrien, he has to stuff his hands under his thighs to keep himself from bolting out of the courtroom.

Adrien had felt unsafe during those last few weeks, but, until he had woken up and seen Father silhouetted in his bedroom doorway, that had only been paranoia. Father was controlling and cold, but he wasn’t hateful. Adrien was isolated. He was often hungry. And some weeks ago, when he had snuck out to visit Nino, sitting thigh-to-thigh on his bed while Adrien cried in that silent, crumbling way of his, he hadn’t argued when Nino put a hand on his shoulder and said, tentatively, That’s abuse.

But Adrien remembers being small and Father touching his hair after he’d aced another test; Father holding his scribbled drawings like they were something precious, and framing them around his office; Father, dressed as Hawkmoth, his eyes wild behind the mask, lashing his sword against Adrien’s baton; Father, collapsed against Mum, crying into her ashy hair.

Adrien finds out Gabriel is Hawkmoth, and Gabriel gets to bring his long-waited plan into action.

Chapters: 1/1

This one doesn't really focus in the ship that much as is an Adrien character study and an exploration of his relationship with his father, but they're still there so I put them here. Really heavy angst (this is one of this fics that haunt me in the middle of the night) with a happy ending. ❗TW: parental abuse, eating disorders❗

Supercut by LNC

Marinette loves her friends and Adrien can't deal.

Chapters: 1/1

Post-reveal lovesquare, again light angst, an exploration of Adrien's insecurities, Marinette Dupain-Cheng deserves the world, happy ending.

Madame Snare by jettiebettie

“Sounds like a lot of work for nothing. She should take this as a sign to have a relaxing weekend with no responsibilities.”

“It's a lot of work she put her whole heart into. It wouldn't be right for it to go to waste,” Adrien whispers to him. The look on Marinette's face is enough to cause Adrien's own heart to ache. If anyone deserves the satisfaction and pride from a job well done, it's her.

“Too bad there isn't anyone else who can walk in those death traps,” Plagg says. Adrien hums in thought, tapping his chin.

“I could.”

Chapters: 1/1

Marichat, episode-based, Chat Noir in a dress!!!, light angst but it's mostly just idiots being idiots and a lot of fun.

in the same sun by peachcitt (@peachcitt here on tumblr!)

"It’s hard to believe that I saw you last at the peak of summer, when the sun was close and warm - and so were you. It should go without saying that I miss you. I miss you something terrible."

//

"It’s been seven months to the day since I’ve seen you. I wish you were here more than anything else."

Two letters, signed with initials instead of names, found in Paris, France.

Chapters: 1/1

Ladynoir, just angst, that's it, written like letters. No ending, just pain.

an uncurtain discovery by Missnoodles (@ladyofthenoodle here on tumblr!)

When he returns from school on Wednesday afternoon, Adrien discovers the darkness in his own home. He struggles to come to terms with it. To his utter mortification and delight, Ladybug is nearby to rescue him.

(He does not discover that his father is supervillain. That will happen on a different Wednesday.)

Chapters: 1/1

Ladrien, it says it's crack, and don't get me wrong, is super funny, but I also found it sad as fuck?

An Open Secret by Kasienda

Adrien whirled around toward Marinette. She smiled at him.

He couldn’t smile back. He stared at her like the dumb blond model that he was often accused of being.

Something shifted in her expression. And her warm open Marinette smile transformed into Ladybug’s grin. He was looking at Ladybug right now.

He knew Ladybug’s name!

Her name was Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

And he couldn’t say anything! Not to Marinette! Not even to Plagg, who had confided two weeks prior that Master Fu was growing increasingly paranoid since the location of his home and hideout had been compromised. Their master had apparently decided that Chat Noir and Ladybug would have to give up their miraculouses if they ever discovered each other’s identities.

It wasn’t fair!

...

A fic where they both know, but can't openly talk about it.

Chapters: 4/4

Post-reveal... but is it? Mostly adrienette and ladynoir, fluff with light angst and them being absolute idiots at hiding their secret identity.

golden (like daylight) by okayanna (@anna-scribbles here on tumblr!)

Friendship, Adrien decided, shaking off the mental image of Marinette’s hurricane eyes and hesitant mouth, parted in a small, careful “o.” He had a very strong friendship with Marinette. That was all.

or

Adrien thinks a lot about words, love, and Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Chapters: 1 + epilogue

Adrienette but has lots of ladynoir, another Adrien character study because I hate myself, it tries to not be angst but the writing will punch you in the guts and make you cry, it's so good.

Strangers in the Bright Lights by poodles (@ladybeug here on tumblr!)

Adrien is about two drinks in when he sees a girl at the end of the bar wearing black cat ears. It's kind of weird, so he watches her, and although it's crowded he can see her face when she turns around. She’s wearing a Chat Noir mask. He takes a quick look around- nobody else is wearing a mask. Just her.

Adrien finishes his gin martini and heads over to her. He could use some company tonight anyways, he hasn’t told anyone he’s back in Paris and Nathalie won’t arrive in town for another month. And it’s been a rough day, okay? A rough move! He’s not sure he wants to be back yet, and he spent most of the day in the Agreste mansion sorting through some photographs of his father he found in the study. Maybe he wants a drink and some stranger to tell him he’s pretty! That’s not a crime, is it?

Chapters: 1/1

Adrienette but it's also ladrien??? I think??? It's super super angsty but they're both drunk the entirety of the fic so it's also really funny.

Pick-Up and Chase by also SKayLanphear

After she accidentally trips into Adrien and apologizes about "falling for him," Marinette learns that he's no match for cheesy pick-up lines--whether they were unintended or not. And while she finds it flattering that he turns into a flustered mess with only a few words, Marinette comes to regret making him uncomfortable. That is, until she learns he's Chat Noir. At which point the phrase "just deserts" becomes a permanent fixture in her everyday plans.

A story in which Adrien is flustered, Marinette is smooth as glass at dropping lines, and Chat Noir gets the romance he was always asking for--even if he doesn't quite know how to handle it.

Chapters: 10/10

Adrienette with one sided reveal by Marinette's side, it doesn't say it in the tags but I'm pretty sure the characters are much older than they actually are in the show, so much fluff and so much flirting.

Pairing: Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe

Nino Has Done Nothing To Deserve This by GuardianKarenTerrier (@guardiankarenterrier here in tumblr)

It's nothing, really- just an innocent comment, a joke. But when they hear it, Nino and Alya come to a realisation.

There were, in retrospect, dozens upon dozens of hints. Now that they're suddenly aware of all their friend's flimsy excuses and rushed explanations, they're not only sure how they've missed it, they're not sure how anyone else has either. They realise that it had to be magic protecting their friends- and that same magic has ceased to work on the two of them.

Well, this means they'll just have to start watching over their friends themselves.

Chapters: 7/7

This is more a found family fic than anything else, Alya and Nino are the mom friend, has light angst but it's mostly identity shenanigans in the most bizarre way. ❗TW: eating disorders❗

christmas lights by demistories

Nino checks up and down the street, checking to make sure there’s no raging akuma headed his way before he crosses quickly and ducks inside the small café. He closes the door quickly before the icy air can blow inside and tugs his beanie down over his ears. He spots Alya sitting alone in the corner.

Chapters: 1/1

Just fluff!! Really short but really sweet.

hold on, i still want you also by Missnoodles!

Written for the @thedjwifizine ! Wich I also recommend if you wanna binge a lot of djwifi fics while also looking at amazing art!!!

Five times Alya ran into her ex, and the one time he stopped being her ex.

Chapters: 1/1

Light angst with a happy ending! I don't really like the ex-lovers to lovers trope but this one is the only exception.

I will continue to expand the list in the future! But by now I hope I was helpful in the search of new fics!

[dreamerstreamer]

Pocket Knife Prince

Pairing: c!Technoblade x gn!reader

Summary: [Dream SMP!AU] You’ve liked Technoblade from the moment he joined Pogtopia, but you could never quite bring yourself to confess. Who knew it would only take a pocket knife and some potatoes to change that?

Warnings: minor cursing & one slightly out of pocket joke

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: this a repost of an older story i had posted a while back. this story takes place back when technoblade was still allied with pogtopia. i hope you enjoy! <3

You huffed as you pulled yourself up another rung on the ladder, your arms straining as you did your best to keep yourself balanced. You still couldn’t fathom why Tommy thought it was a good idea to dig straight down.

“I’ll hit a cave, eventually,” he had told you as he grabbed a pickaxe, already starting to mine away at the space beneath his feet.

“Maybe,” you had said. “But what if you hit a lava pool? Do you really want to burn alive?”

“Oh, I have a backup plan in case I fuck up.” He held up a bucket of water, grinning at you. “Bam. Fucking foolproof.”

Yeah, sure, you thought to yourself with a grimace as you continued to haul yourself upward. You might not have died while digging down, but I might die while climbing up. 

Pausing, you reached behind you to adjust the strap of your back with a cry of frustration. This is way too heavy—I should have gone back earlier.

You looked back up again, squinting for a second before your eyes lit up. At long last, light! You were at least somewhat close to the entrance, now. “Just a bit more climbing,” you muttered to yourself as you reached up once more, “and then you’ll be able to take this stupid bag off.”

A few moments later, you gasped as you finally dragged yourself out of the vertical tunnel, standing up on shaky legs. Without even an ounce of hesitation, you swung your pack off your back, dumping it onto the dusty earth ungracefully. Your muscles practically screamed with relief as you rolled back your shoulders, a wide smile stretching across your face.

“Hey, boys!” you shouted, your voice echoing in the tall ravine. “Guess who’s back?!”

You heard some rumbling, then a tuft of blond hair peeked out from one of the overhanging pillars. “Big [Y/N]!” Tommy shouted, waving at you. “You took for-fuckin’-ever to get back.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “It’s not my fault we needed so much stuff.” You narrowed your gaze. “Also, your ladder idea sucks.” 

Tommy scowled. “My ladder idea is fucking genius, you bi—”

A new voice cut in. “Tommy, that’s enough.”

You smiled triumphantly as you watched Tommy immediately shrink back, his tone quieting as he grumbled defeatedly, “Yes, Wilbur.”

Giving him a quick ruffle of his hair, Wilbur strolled down the ravine’s cobblestone steps down to the bottom. He pulled his hands out of his coat pockets as he flashed you a grin. “Welcome back, [Y/N]. How was the trip?”

You offered him a weary but satisfied look. “Oh, you know. Dark. Dusty. The usual. But…” Bending down, you flipped open the top of your pack and pulled out a smaller sack, shaking it in front of his face. “…I got all that gold you wanted! There’s probably a little less than seven stacks in there, which will be plenty if we want to make some golden apples.”

Wilbur blinked at you, his eyebrows raised in surprise as a smile began to tug at his lips. “Not that I doubt you or anything,” he said, “but where in the world did you manage to get nearly seven stacks of gold?”

You shrugged nonchalantly, dropping the bag into his hands with a hum. “In a cave.” When he stared at you in stunned silence, you quirked a brow at him. “What? It’s not like it was hard.”

He was grinning now, shaking his head. “You’re batshit crazy, [Y/N]. That’s incredible.”

You smiled sheepishly at his words. “For the record,” you pointed out, “I didn’t do it all in a single day or anything. I was gone for, like, half a week.”

“That’s still really good work, alright?” He reached over, playfully punching your shoulder. “Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

You winced, shooting him a dirty look. “Ow, that hur—”

“Oh, you’re back.”

Your head whipped around at the sound of low, rumbling voice. Your frown vanished at the sight of Technoblade standing a few feet away from you, a basket of potatoes held in his gloved hands. You felt your heart swell and a bright grin replace your scowl as you bounced over to him. “Hi, Techno!” you chirped.

He smiled back at you, his gaze kind. “Hello.”

From behind you, Wilbur let out a distressed noise. “Jeez, you seem so excited to talk to him but barely batted an eye at me. Did you miss him that much?”

You stuck your tongue out at him, trying to hide the flush of your cheeks. “More than I did you.”

Tommy cackled as he walked by, adjusting the straps of the pack in his hands. “Ouch. Maybe you should get some ice for that burn, Wilbur.”

Wilbur grimaced, opening his mouth to retort when his gaze suddenly lit up. “Actually,” he said, turning, “speaking of ice, who wants to go with me to the Nether to destroy some of the SMP’s and Manberg’s ice roads?” A devilish grin split across his face. “I figured that it would slow them down a bunch and they’d spend less time focusing on us, so it’ll be easier for us to get into contact with Tubbo.”

You blinked at him, then sent him a teasing smile. “Wilbur, this might one of the only good ideas you’ve had since starting a drug cartel.”

“Thank y—wait, is that a compliment?”

“Man,” Technoblade sighed, rolling his eyes at him, “just take it as one and let your ego coast on that for the next six months.”

“Anyways,” Wilbur said, ignoring him and moving on, “who wants to come with me?”

You shook your head, shifting your weight from foot to foot. “No thanks. I just got back from a long, long mining trip. I think I’m due for some time off.”

Wilbur nodded. “Alright, fair.” His gaze moved to the figure standing next to you. “Techno?”

Technoblade simply raised the basket of potatoes in his hands. “Nah. I’ve got my hands full here.”

Wilbur made a face, a hint of desperation seeping into his eyes. “You can farm potatoes any time,” he said, his voice raising a pitch or two. “How about you just come with m—”

“Why don’t I just go?”

Wilbur froze, and he turned with a shaky smile. “A-Are you sure about that, Tommy? You sure you don’t just want to stay in the ravine with [Y/N]?”

Tommy shrugged, flipping the stick in his hand. “Not really. It’s not like I have anything better to do, anyways.” He nudged the pack at his feet. “I’m even packed and ready to go, too.”

Wilbur swallowed, and you could have sworn a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. “You really want to come?” he added, sounding more and more uncertain with each word that passed his lips.

“I dunno, Wilbur,” Technoblade spoke up, quirking his lips at him, “but it almost sounds like you don’t want to bring Tommy with you.”

Tommy gasped, looking appalled. “What the hell, Will? Of course you want me to go with you, right?”

Wilbur turned on his heel, dragging a tired hand over his face. “Sure, Tommy. Let’s just say that.” He strode away toward the stairs, practically stomping his way up to the second floor. “Just give me a second to grab a pack,” he sighed, waving a hand behind him. “I’ll be down in like five minutes.”

Tommy threw his hands in the air, waving his stick. “Fuck yeah!”

Technoblade let out a quiet chuckle, turning on his heel. “Well, I’m gonna go back to farming.”

You glanced at him shyly, trailing after him. “Can I come with?”

His step faltered, and he turned to send you a fond look. “Always.”

Your heart lit up at the sight and you grinned, following him into the garden room. The entirety of the floor had been replaced with dirt, tiny streams of water weaving their way around the potato patches. You let out a quiet hum as Technoblade set the basket of potatoes on the ground, grabbing a hoe from its place on the wall and walking over to the makeshift field. Digging the blade of the hoe into the earth, he pulled back and repeated the motion until the soft, dark soil was exposed to the air. Leaning back against the wall, a soft smile crept onto your face as you watched.

You remembered when Technoblade first arrived in the Dream SMP, all those months ago. You had been sitting in the ravine, peeling an apple with a pocket knife as you chatted with Wilbur, when Tommy burst in with a deafening shout about “the blade”. Raising your head, you had opened your mouth to make a snarky retort, but the words died in your mouth the minute you laid eyes on him.

He looked like a prince—a handsome one, at that.

While Wilbur had jumped down to greet Technoblade with a friendly hug, you had simply stared at the newcomer, pocket knife in your hand and apple slice in the other. As Tommy brought Technoblade over to you and asked you to introduce yourself, you remembered that dizzy pink feeling rising in your chest as you blurted the first thing that came to mind.

“Want an apple slice?”

You had expected him to be confused, shaking his head and pulling away with a disgusted look. But instead, his gaze flickered to your hand.

“I’d rather have the knife.”

You had blinked at him for a moment, stunned, then burst into laughter, outstretching your hand with the pocket knife handle extended toward him. He had offered you a small, awkward smile back, gingerly taking the knife from you. When his hands brushed against yours, that hazy, rosy feeling swelled in your chest again.

Ever since that moment, you’d only fallen harder and harder.

It was difficult to put into words just what drew you to Technoblade. Of course, he was pretty, but you weren’t that shallow. He had an awkward charm to him, something that seeped into every aspect of his being. He was hardworking, determined, sarcastic, and oh-so very real. You couldn’t name one thing about him that you didn’t like, really. You loved his laughter that came in brief, giggling bursts. Every time he smiled, you couldn’t help but smile back. He never failed to keep you guessing, and you loved every second you spent with him.

You weren’t sure how far you’d fallen at this point, but you knew one thing, and it was that there was no going back.

“Hey,” a new voice said suddenly, pulling you away from your thoughts. You turned, watching Tommy stick his head into the room. “Can I have some potatoes for the trip?”

Your eyes shot to Technoblade, who paused for a moment, then nodded, gesturing to the basket at his feet. “Sure. You can have a couple.”

Tommy grinned, strolling in to lean down and pluck three potatoes from the pile. Standing back up again, he toed the basket, tossing and catching a potato in his hands. “Hey, Techno,” he said, “don’t you ever get tired of farming these things?”

Technoblade paused, patting down the dirt he had just covered another potato with. “Eh, not really.” His eyes flickered with contentment, and you felt your lips twitch. “I like it.”

Tommy frowned. “But,” he said, “it’s so fucking boring.”

You gasped, shooting him a glare. “Tommy! That’s mean.”

“What? Am I wrong?” He flung his arm out to point at the tilled dirt, clearly unimpressed. “All he’s doing is the same fucking thing over and over, again. We’re in a war, [Y/N]. Why can’t he just spar with me or something?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, deadpanning. “Tommy, the last time you sparred with Technoblade, you lasted less than ten seconds.” 

He grew quiet. “Okay, well, you didn’t have to put it like that, but—”

“What? Am I wrong?” you said, mimicking him.

A second passed. Then two.

“…touché, [Y/N].”

“Tommy!” Wilbur’s voice echoed from the top of the stairs, his head popping out from between the railings. “You ready to go?”

Without missing a beat, Tommy whipped around, rushing out of the farm room and slipping up the stairs. “I’m coming!”

A smirk tugged at Wilbur’s lips. “Heh.”

“Wha—oh, Will! That’s fucking disgusting.”

“But it was funny,” you called out after the youngest.

“Fuck off, [Y/N]!”

Beside you, Technoblade let out a laugh, his eyes curving into two crescent moons as he set down the hoe and picked up a shovel. With a fond smile gracing your lips, you took a step toward him, leaning down to take a closer look. There was something so endearing about knowing someone as powerful as Technoblade had a hobby as mundane as farming—farming potatoes, to be more specific. 

You liked it. A lot. You liked him a lot.

You wondered how much longer you could go without saying it aloud.

“Hey, Techno,” you murmured, watching his ears perk up at the sound of your voice, “could you teach me the best way to plant potatoes?”

He paused, his shovel planting itself in the earth as he turned to look at you, his lips parted in surprise. “Y-You actually want to learn?”

You bobbed your head, praying that your face wasn’t growing any warmer. “Of course. Fighting’s fun and all, but there’s more to life than just bloodshed.” You flashed him a bright grin. “Besides, an army needs food to fight!”

With a small grin, he gestured for you step closer. “You want to make sure you dig about six to eight inches down,” he explained, gesturing down the hole with his finger. “If you don’t dig deep enough, then the potato will be too close to the surface, and if you dig too deep, it’ll have a harder time reaching the top.”

You nodded, your tongue swiping over your lips in concentration. Technoblade let out a brief cough, turning away with a slight flush to his cheeks as he grabbed a potato from the basket next to him. “Then,” he continued, “grab a potato. You’ll want to cut it in half down the middle and plant it so the cut side is facing downwards.”

Sticking a hand into his pocket, he rummaged around for a second before pulling out a familiar pocket knife. Your eyes flashed with recognition as he flipped the blade open and sliced through the potato with ease.

“Is that,” you began slowly, your tone tentative and gentle, “my pocket knife? From when we first met?”

Technoblade’s hands faltered as he sliced, his gaze flickering to you with a bashful look. “It’s—um, yeah. Does… does that bother you?”

You immediately shook your head, waving your hands in front of you. “No, not at all! I-I was just wondering. I haven’t seen it in a while, that’s all.”

He lowered his chin, and you could have sworn his cheeks were pink. “I’ve been taking good care of it,” he admitted quietly, his gaze not meeting yours. “It’s important to me.”

You blinked, your heart beating faster in your chest. “It is?” you whispered.

He nodded. “It is.”

You wanted to curl up into a ball and squeal. It only took two simple words from him to send you into a flurry of awkward smiles and blushing whines. You couldn’t believe just how far gone you were.

Technoblade stretched a hand toward you, half of the potato he cut clutched between his fingers. “Here. You try planting one.”

With a shaky hand, you gently pulled the potato from his hands, nearly flinching at the feeling of his skin brushing against yours. Carefully, you reached over and set the potato face down like he had instructed. You pointed your hand toward the pile of dirt lying just beside the hole, about to start covering the potato when his arm shot out in front of you.

“Wait,” he said suddenly, making you freeze in place. “You don’t have gloves on. I don’t want your hands to get dirty.”

You sent him a small smile, waving a hand dismissively at him. “A little dirt never hurt anyone.”

He didn’t budge. “Please. Let me.”

That fuzzy feeling was back, and you pulled back. “Okay,” you whispered, your stomach swarming with butterflies as you watched him cover your planted potato with his hands. For someone who made a lot of jokes regarding human ethics, he was far more caring than he let on.

“Y’know,” you said softly, glancing over at him, “it’s really cool watching you do this, even if Tommy thinks it’s boring.” A small smile flitted across your face. “There are all these specific conditions that you have to know to have the most efficient farm with the best percent yield of potatoes—it’s honestly kind of surreal just how much brainpower actually goes into farming.”

Technoblade stared at you, his eyes reflecting something thoughtful and warm, and another thought popped into your head. You felt your cheeks begin to grow warm at the words swirling around your head. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you opened your mouth, again.

“I-I, um,” you began shakily, suddenly finding the scuff mark on your shoe very interesting, “I really hope you know how smart we think you really are. How smart I know you are. Because you are. Smart, that is.”

You must have been trembling, you could almost feel it. Why was it so hard to put your feelings into words? At this rate, you were never going to be able to confess how you felt. Just how much longer could you drag this out fo—

“Hey,” he said gently, his voice pulling you out of your thoughts. You turned your head, your lips parting as you looked at him in surprise. The moment his soft gaze met yours, a spark of electricity ran through your veins, and you shivered for an entirely different reason.

“Thank you,” he murmured, tilting his head at you. “I appreciate it.”

Suddenly, he squinted his eyes at you, his carmine gaze narrowing. “Oh wait, you’ve got something on your face,” he murmured, inching closer in to take a better look.

“Oh,” you said, a hand immediately darting up to your cheek, “that’s probably just some dust or soot or something. You know, from the mines.” You wiped at your face with the back of your hand, embarrassment shooting up your spine knowing that you probably looked dumb. “Did I get it?”

He frowned, pulling off his gloves as he leaned closer. “No, here let me just—”

Suddenly, his hand was on your face, your cheek held gently in his palm. Your heart came barreling to a stop, your entire body freezing like ice. 

He was so close.

The pads of his finger were warm and calloused, yet they held a certain softness to him as his thumb slowly swiped just under her eye, careful to brush away the dirt that marred your face. Like a moth drawn to a flame, you found yourself unable to look away from him, hyperaware of the goosebumps that shot up your sides as his gaze met yours. A prince—he really did look like a prince.

For a moment, the two of you simply gazed at one another, a silent question hanging over you.

Before you could stop yourself, you opened your mouth.

“Can I say something kind of crazy?” you whispered.

“Of course,” he whispered, not moving his gaze from yours for even a heartbeat.

You sucked in a deep breath, screwing your eyes shut. “I…” You swallowed. “I really, really want to kiss you, right now.”

A moment of silence passed, and you held your breath, tension digging itself into your shoulders. Oh, I’m totally about to get rejected. This was such a bad idea. What was I even thinki—

“Can—” He started then stopped, and you could have sworn his cheeks were pink. “Can I say something even crazier?”

You heart leapt. “Yeah, totally,” you breathed.

He turned back to look at you, and you felt something deep in your chest click. “I really, really want to kiss you, too.”

Your eyes flew wide, and you couldn’t stop the giddy grin forming on your face. Almost imperceptibly, Technoblade dipped his head down close to yours, his crimson eyes darting across your face as he took in your every feature. As he leaned closer toward you, a question silently flashes in his gaze. 

Can I…?

You smiled and nodded oh-so subtly, just for him to see.

Yes, yes, yes.

Ever so slowly, he leaned down toward you, and you felt your eyelids flutter shut. Just then, his lips met yours, soft and tentative like a deer taking its first, shaky steps. Electric ran down your spine at his velvet touch, your hands reaching up to wrap around his neck and touch his cherry blossom pink hair. His crown tumbled to the ground off his head, rolling a few times before coming to a full stop, but neither of you particularly noticed, far too enraptured with one another to care.

This was everything you could have possibly asked for.

A moment later, you pulled apart, gasping for air as the two of you gazed into each other’s eyes. His hair had been mussed by your touch, his lips parted and puffy from the kiss.

You didn’t think he could look any more princely, but he still managed to prove you wrong.

Clearing your throat, you cast eyes away in shy embarrassment. “I feel like I should also clarify that this means I like you,” you added in a rush, fidgeting with your hands. “Like, way more than I thought I could ever like a person.”

Technoblade let out a sigh of relief, lips curling at the corners. “Oh, that’s good. I like you, too.” Your heart did a backflip in your chest, shouting in celebration as he added, “I was sort of thinking we were just gonna kiss and never talk about it, again.”

You shot him a quizzical look. “I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic.”

He sent you a crooked smile, but his gaze was fond. “Only kind of.”

You weren’t quite sure how many minutes passed in comfortable silence, both of you simply basking in the other’s warm presence. It was nice—this was nice. You wouldn’t mind staying like this for a while longe—

“—y it, Tommy, just say it!”

Your eyes shot wide open in panic. Across from you, Technoblade’s expression mirrored your own.

They were back.

“I’m telling you it’s okay, Tommy—you can call me ‘Wilby’ if you want to!”

Flailing your arms in a panic, you immediately began to backpedal to the other side of the room, Technoblade picking up his shovel and beginning to shovel as fast as he could.

“You’re still going off about this shit? Jesus Christ, I don’t want to call you ‘Wilby’, oh my fucking go—”

Wilbur crooned as they stepped into the garden room, “Aww, Tommy, my little gremlin.”

“Shut the fuck up, Wilbu—”

“B-Back so soon?” you prompted, pretending to have been looking at the potato field with great focus as you turned to face them.

Wilbur turned away from Tommy, the smile sliding off his face. He nodded with a sigh, adjusting the pack on his back. “We almost got to the portal, but Antfrost saw us, so we had to book it.” 

Technoblade paused his movements, deadpanning with an unimpressed tone. “Tragic.”

Tommy scowled at him. “Don’t sound so cocky, bitch. You didn’t have to outrun like, half of the SMP all the way back here without getting tracked.” Suddenly his gaze shot to the ground, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. “And why’s your fuckin’ crown on the ground?” he muttered, snatching it from the dusty floor and tossing it back over to Technoblade.

“No reason,” you said half a beat too quickly.

Wilbur’s eyes flitted back forth between you and Technoblade, taking in the sight of your flushed cheeks and Technoblade’s disheveled hair. Then, a sly, scheming smile crept onto his face. You gulped.

Oh, he totally knew.

“Tommy,” he said, the shit-eating grin still plastered to his face, “how do you feel about going on another trip with me?”

Tommy’s head whipped around, his eyes swimming with confusion. “Another trip?” he parroted.

Wilbur nodded, still smiling. “Yep. Another trip. Let’s get going, yeah? I’ve got something wonderful in mind.”

Before Tommy could even react, Wilbur had grabbed onto the handle of his pack, dragging him back and up the stairs. “Wilbur! What the fuck? Where are we even fucking going?”

“On a trip!” Wilbur sang as he trudged up the stairs with Tommy in tow. Throwing one last glance over his shoulder, he sent you a knowing wink. “You two have fun, now.”

You gaped at him as he walked off, Tommy still kicking at his heels when they vanished from sight. A moment passed in silence before you turned to look at Technoblade, again.

“He knows,” you whispered, half in awe and half in horror.

Technoblade grimaced back at you. “Oh, he absolutely does.”

A beat of silence fell over you. Your eyes locked onto his carmine ones, and something seemed to click just then, a smile crossing both of your faces.

Indeed, Wilbur had just provided you with the perfect opportunity.

Who were the two of you to not take it?

[dilucids]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCelebrity crush, Genshin boys idol! au

admitting you're their celebrity crush and their reaction to your reaction

includes: kaeya, diluc, zhongli and xiao

( can't stop thinking about idol! au genshin. any type of celebrity but it's hinted that you're a singer in xiao's. )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 KAEYA ALBERICH ━━ FROSTWIND SWORDSMAN 〕

━━ this man is sooooo fucking slick with it.

━━ he'll slyly bring it up in an interview or a live with a smirk on his face and then act as if it never happened when someone questions him.

━━ his members just stares at him when he brings you up, knowing, that beneath that sly persona and nonchalant act, there was millions pounds worth of fan merchandise in his room.

━━ he would evade the subject and if it's an interview, the host would have to pry answers from his members instead as he sits there proudly with a smile on his face as his members tell his fan behaviour instead of him.

━━ in a live, he would somehow convince his fans they were hallucinating but someone would post the clip and everyone would just go ballistic, it'd be one of those "top ten things i can't believe kaeya managed to get away with: gaslighting his fans into believing they were crazy."

"Who's your favourite celebrity?" Kaeya reads out from the comments passing quickly through his Instagram live, he pretends to think. A smile forms on his face when he 'decides' on an answer, "probably [Name]."

He watches the comments speed through even quicker before changing the subject, dropping the matter as if it never happened. His fans are all freaking out though, wanting to get more details on his crush on the celebrity but Kaeya ignores all comments about the subject. They never die down though, only ending when Kaeya himself ends the live.

━━ you may have ended on the same show some time after him and the host brings it up ( 100% planned for views ).

━━ it makes you smile because you've already been informed about this topic by your fans and kaeya's.

━━ you'd end up thanking kaeya for the support and say that you've also been lowkey a fan of his group but you've never openly stated that to anyone.

━━ his fans and your fans immediately get to work and start tagging kaeya's insta/twitter, group and personal, under the clip of you shyly admitting you're a fan of his also and he goes mental.

━━ probably sits there watching the entire interview with a huge smile on his face, and it doesn't leave, not even after he finishes the interview ( bonus: diluc is very disturbed ).

━━ HUGE ego boost for the rest of the day. kaeya's normally very confident but he's extra confident, like starts strutting around like he's the shit and even had the balls to nod his head at diluc as if to say "what's up" with the largest shit eating grin on his face.

━━ diluc definitely thought he was picking a fight.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 DILUC RAGNVINDR ━━ DARKNIGHT HERO 〕

━━ more likely to come from one of his members than him.

━━ or he'd be very smooth with it, and brings it up rather subtly. it'd be a small "oh, i ingest their content and enjoy it" and he'd just continue about his day

━━ and his fans will still go insane because diluc actually enjoying something seems weird, especially another celebrity's work

━━ this would obviously reach you, who was an open fan of his group, and you'd freak out when you see it but wouldn't bring it up because he only said he enjoyed your work, not he was a fan.

━━ would definitely get questioned if he was being interviewed on a talk show, he wouldn't evade the question.

━━ he doesn't really see a point in lying, so he simply shrugs and tells the host that he is a fan and owns some merchandise.

"Diluc, a few fans are curious about your statement the other day," the host redirects the questions to Diluc, who raises an eyebrow. "Is it true that you're a fan of [Name]?"

The question makes his heart pick up a little, he leans back on his chair and clears his throat, composing himself before nodding. "I am a fan," the host seems happy by his response. The conversation continues to steer in this direction, asking Diluc if he had attended any fan meetings or merchandise, how he would feel if you two collaborated for a project and then finally ending once the host asks other members if they were fans of anyone.

━━ he thinks nothing of it, continuing with his day as usual but when he gets mentioned by your twitter? the man loses his shit.

━━ he sits there staring at his screen like he was hallucinating and literally tunes everything else out, staring at your little: "i'd love to work with you too!" message with a small smiley face at the end.

━━ he checks the account multiple times just in case it was one of his fans trolling him but clicking on the @ takes him back to your account so he gives in at some point

━━ he types out a normal, professional "thank you, i hope a time comes when we can collaborate" and "i look forward to more of your works" but he's still losing his shit.

━━ stays in his mind for at least a week.

━━ fans always bring up the fact that y'all never did end up collaborating.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 ZHONGLI ━━ VAGO MUNDO 〕

━━ the public is very aware.

━━ he's never made an attempt to hide how he is a fan, not even the massive poster in his room or the little keychain that he hangs on his bag nor the red eyeliner belonging to a makeup brand that you became a brand embassador for, also now one of his favourite brands.

━━ so no one is really surprised when he talks about you or your upcoming work, what is kinda surprising is when he straight up says that he says you're his ideal type.

━━ not because it's shocking that you'd be anyone's ideal type but because they didn't expect the out of the blue question from host and it's even more mind boggling when the man doesn't even stutter nor even think before just saying your name.

━━ members are sat beside him literally losing their shit in both negative ( scandals and shit ) and positive ( it's fucking hilarious ) ways as he just blinks.

━━ he doesn't even look the slightest bit worried as he stares dead straight through the host's head.

━━ obviously scandals emerge, there are positive and negative reactions. some people suddenly realise how good you two would look together and others are mad you "stole" their man because we have delulus in all fandoms.

"So Zhongli," the host starts before clearing his throat, obviously a tad uncomfortable under the eldest member's sudden gaze, "who is your ideal type?" The members also seem curious, as they stop their interactions, staring over at their unusually emotionless member.

One member laughs, waving the question off as a joke and as a way to avoid any possible scandals, knowing that Zhongli wouldn't filter his words due to his lacking understanding of social cues. "C'mon, there's no way that he has an id━━"

"If I had to say, then [Name] suits my preferences." The member who tried to wave it off blinks, staring at Zhongli like he just murdered someone and other members laugh. The host seems pleasantly surprised, peering at the camera with a raised eyebrow and a certain look on his face. The entire studio never gets over it.

━━ it's brought to your attention on twitter because twitter is usually where shit goes down.

━━ you've always been aware that zhongli has been a fan but you've never been able to speak up about it due to your management.

━━ luckily for you, your contract with your previous strict company had ended just a while ago and under your new management, you were more free to do whatever you wanted.

━━ so obviously, you quote tweet the video, tag his account and say in a jokingly way that he should take you out on a date first.

━━ he doesn't publicly reply to your tweet because he already got in trouble with his management for answering such a risky question anyways and your tweet is a little too suggestive.

━━ but he also wants you to know he has seen the tweet. so his solution? to slip into your dms.

━━ and all of a sudden, the next time you're both seen together, you're besties? so people started connecting dots and shit, were they good at connecting them. moral of the story: never underestimate zhongli fans because collectively, they may be able to beat zhongli in an iq test.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 XIAO ━━ CONQUEROR OF DEMONS 〕

━━ best believe this man got death threated or held at gunpoint into admitting you're his celebrity crush.

━━ or he didn't do it at all and his members confessed for him just to tease him.

━━ happens on a group live, members are just vibing.

━━ xiao is sat in the back somewhere, scrolling through his phone with his earphones in so he doesn't notice his members shifting the camera to him or jumps onto him whilst holding the camera.

━━ when he does notice though, he takes out his earbud and your song just blARES through his earphone and it's fucking loud.

━━ he immediately turns it down but his fellow member already has this shit eating grin on his face and jumps onto xiao, successfully grabbing his phone and showing the live of 100k+ people.

━━ his homescreen is one of those "boyfriend/girlfriend/partner material" lockscreens of you and it shows that your song had been playing.

━━ xiao literally attacks his members and grabs his phone back, walking off to escape the embarrassment but can hear the echoing laughter as he walks down the hallway and slams his door closed.

Xiao lets out a sudden 'oompf' when his members glomps right ontop of him, grinning widely as they held up a camera to show off themselves and Xiao. Glancing at the camera, Xiao takes off an earbud, freezing when a loud upbeat tune echoes throughout the open area. Xiao ignores the feeling of his face heating up and turns down the song, ignoring the obvious gleeful stare of his member.

Almost on instinct, he moves his phone away but curse his parents for their genes because all it takes is a little stretching for his member to have his greasy fingers all over his phone, ripping it out of his hands and immediately running away to shield themselves from the wrath of all 5" and a bit of Xiao. When they deem it safe, they click on the home button of the screen, grinning amused at the homescreen.

"Look at fanboy Xiao!" And just like that, Xiao's cold demeanour had been shatteres infront of a plethora of people.

━━ you find it one of the most endearing things ever.

━━ literally how could you not? you find pride in yourself to have such a popular member of an idol group enjoy your work and it helps gain a little more confidence in yourself.

━━ it's brought up on a talk show kinda casually where the host is one of your friends so they are slightly teasing you for it all the whilst remaining on the professional side.

━━ and it's obvious to say that you're embarrassed by the way you chuckle and mess with your fingers and hair, but you hold yourself together anyways and manage a sweet "thank you for the support" to xiao when the host asks if you wanted to say something in case he was watching.

━━ and the very next day, on xiao's official instagram, he has a signed album and poster of yours, tagged and everything.

[dienamights]

A Reverberate Lullaby | K.Bakugou

✎ The echoing howls stalk you, a ghost hunched on your shoulders, wailing like a child calling for rescue, who cries with no tears. Chanting for a hero that is willing to pick up the pieces of its soul and being, yet it is only left to wither. For the ghost has lost faith that such others exist and can only be cured by finding them, for you are the ghost of your world and love is the only true exorcist.

✎ Protagonists: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader.

✎ Word count: 4.1K

✎ Category: hurt/comfort, Implied Mature Content MDNI, Prohero!au, Established relationship!au

✎ Caution(!): Implied Mature Content MDNI, mention of depressive state, toxic family, toxic coping mechanism, mention of reader’s weight gain and thoughts about self worth. Please keep in mind while every person’s reaction to depression is different, don’t belittle anyone’s battle when you don’t understand it.

✎ Author’s notes: Hello! Hope everyone’s taking care! Still on hiatus BUT I’m here to post my contribution to the Mental Health Awareness collab by @doinmybesthere​ ! This has been in the works for a while because I kept scarping ideas for triggering me lmao. This piece is very personal to me and I’m glad I am able to share my experience with you all, I hope that it might help anyone out there in reaching out and asking for help because I know how difficult and scary it might be! Please check out everyone’s contribution that they worked so hard for! kisses kisses take care!

OOH ALSO! Thank you so much for 900 followers aaaaaah! You’re all so amazing and if anyone has suggestions for an event to hold in June lemme know! I’ll also think of some ideas

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The morning sun barely rises and peaks through your blinds, sunshine starting to kiss at your cheeks as you squint at the light, the room welcoming the warmth that is being brought into it after the evening’s chill that made you curl tighter in on yourself, clasping whatever heat you could muster than to turn around and find it in the heating pad of a body that lays next to you. 

An alarm only just rings before quickly being shut off, followed by the creaking of the bed when the person behind you shifts, shifts again, another time, before getting up and stalking to the bathroom, after letting an elongated sigh when they sit at the edge of the bed, not acknowledging your presence accompanying theirs. The door clicking closed before the trickling of water fills the quiet room.

Your clock reads 5 am when you squint at it, and you blink at the time before you go on with your routine, setting up breakfast while your boyfriend gets ready to go to work. 

Oddly enough, you don’t really quite remember when you started working on the food, all that you could see in front of you is nothing but a scene that looks like it’s out of a broken TV - there’s just so much static. The voices are distorted, as if they’re coming from a defective radio.

“Listen, this ain’t about me, this is about you and how you-”

“What about me? Huh? That you see me as nothing but a burden? No, you can say it-”

“You wanna hear me fuckin’ say it then fine! This is about you sitting on yer ass all day obsessing over her while she wouldn’ give you the time of day y/n. When will you fuckin’ realize that?”

The scene blurs and sways, and you feel your mind run at a speed you didn’t know it could muster, and you’re unable to keep up with it. The knife in your hand shakes vigorously and barely misses your fingers when you bring it down to cut the vegetables.

The sound of the bedroom door shutting closed alerts you, straightening your back when you hear the drop of your boyfriend’s gauntlet by his chair at the dining table. Katsuki approaches you with careful steps, his still ungloved hand circles your waist before pressing his lips to your temple, a gruff greeting of a whisper laced in between.

“G’morning.”

The familiar scent of caramel mixed in with his aftershave welcomes you, wraps around you and cradles you, promising everlasting safety and happiness. Yet, your heart wrenching sobs and muffled crash of your laptop against your floor that rings in your ears tell a different story, shrieking at you, roaring about your failures, mocking your entire existence.

“Made gohan, should be ready in a minute.” you mumble back, posture stiff at the close proximity of Katsuki and you feel the curl of his lips in displeasure pressing into your temple from both not reciprocating his greeting and your choice of meal for the morning. “You don’ eat gohan,” 

“s’why I’m making it.” The quick retreat from your figure is like a slap to your face, and you barely stop yourself from reaching out and forcing his arms back around you. Because it's the bite in his voice that halts your movement. 

“You’re still going?” you finally turn to take a look at him, the garnets in his eyes shifting, bleeding from hurt, betrayal, confusion, you really weren’t sure. And by God you had no energy left to try and figure out. “Yes I’m still going Katsuki, they’re my-”

“Yer really listenin’ to the bullshit spillin’ outta ya? This isn’t about em being your family y/n, we’ve been through with it already.” the space between you two feels like endless miles, pieces of the broken bridge you both worked so hard to build the only evidence of it ever being there, the rest crumbling into the valley in between your bodies.

“No, you’ve been through with it, I just wanna make things right, m-maybe I can fix it”

“It ain’t yours to fix y/n, when will you realize that?”

“No!” there you go again, sobbing pathetically. “W-why can’t I have a family, huh? Why- why can’t I, fuck, have a family that just loves and supports me a-and just doesn’t- ” your voice croaks, not failing to notice how Katsuki stepped away from the wreck in front of him. Probably having had enough of you, had enough of how troubling and bothersome you are, probably wondering how he got roped with all your shit and got dragged into your mess of a life.

His hands feel like scolding fire when they’re placed on your shoulders, halting their shaking as you cry into the palm of your hand to muffle the sobs, a habit Katsuki has been working so hard on to help you overcome, saddened to see you try and hide your vulnerability from him.

“Because they never made an effort, so why should you?” The tugging at your heart burns, the swallowed sobs feel like needles prickling at your lungs, making breathing feel like an impossible chore. You can’t help but feel restrained whenever you’re presented with the truth, especially unfiltered and unsugarcoated like right now, you know he’s right, you’ve known he was right a long time ago, but admitting it out loud just felt borderline impossible. 

So you do what you do best, push him away, all the strength you can muster barely budges his figure, the meal forgotten on the counter as you run and lock the bedroom door on yourself.

Your footsteps feel heavy, dreading the topics and scenes you’re bound to relive. The grip on the strap of your shoulder bag tightening as you push the glass door open. A sigh escapes past your lips again as you enter the restaurant, half-heartedly smiling at the hostess before making your way inside to look for them.

It’s always the same scenery, the kind that always makes you want to run away to the other direction instead of being dragged down into whatever hell this is. And you pause to question yourself, again, why you actually agreed to put yourself out there.

There they are, seated in the four person table, with two empty seats, one for yourself and the other for the sibling your mother always hoped to have instead of you.

Your mother’s pursed lip could be seen from where you stand at the entrance, the clicking of her tapping foot sounding as bad as grinding metals in your ear, you hate it, despise it

It’s the same clicking you learned to memorize, to anticipate, to fear, when she passed by your room, the clicking that made you smother your face in your pillows and swallow your sobs, because the sound of you crying brought her more distress and annoyance than concern for her daughter.

With another tug at the hem of the shirt you’re wearing, you approach the table, hugging your father when he stands up and nodding to your mom when she eyes your figure.

“Good morning mother. It’s good to see you.”

“What’s wrong with your hair?”

Here we go, you breathe out before tugging at a strand of hair, spitting out your words “nothing’s wrong with it.”

“Then why does it look awful like that?”

There are times like these where you are left to question your reasoning for accepting whatever invitation you received from your parents to have brunch with them after all those months, a moment of weakness deceiving you into believing it was better than to spend it in your empty apartment, with the silence that ate away at your sanity every second. The only evidence of life in it other than yours was the recently cleaned dishes and the note thanking you for the meal, the promise of cuddles and movies tonight making you gain just a little more patience, barely.

You refrain from answering, your response is to lower your head, drag the dining chair before plopping on it, a dreary sigh escaping your lips as you scoot your chair closer to the table. Your mother never changes, it’s been a while since you were able to move out of her home, and while your father tries to tell you that these brunches are a way to reconnect with them, you yourself know that it’s merely a chance for your mother to nitpick at everything you ever did or are doing since you left.

“How have you been y/n.” your father smiles at you, both of you ignoring the sound of your mother kissing her teeth when her attempted jab at you is ignored. “Uh, I uh I’ve been good, I just wrapped up with my exams and so far things have been-” 

“How is your hero boyfriend?” 

For a second, you contemplate whether to ignore her question and keep conversing with your dad, dreading the questions that are to be pushed your way regarding Katsuki, of which will be used as bragging material for when she meets whatever group of friends she associates herself with, but you know better than to ignore her with the way she gets when she isn’t fed with attention. 

“He’s uh, good.”

“Why isn’t he here today? What, too good to meet us?” your mother nags, and for the love of God, would that fucking clicking ever stop?

“No, he’s doing his job of, you know, being a hero.”

“Is he now? Well, what about you, hm?” She cocks her head as her nails tap the table. ”Did you think your father and I wouldn’t figure out you got fired?”

“How-” the gritting of your teeth is deafening at this point, your jaw clenching so tightly as you and your mother stare each other down. “Your dad pulled some strings, it isn’t that hard. So tell me, you like leeching off of him after you were done with us?”

“This isn’t, I just- I was- I, I had a lot of university work piling up a-and I couldn’t make time for my shifts and I just, it was just so hard for me to get out of bed these days and I.” why are you doing this? Why are you explaining yourself to people that don’t deserve it? Why are you feeding off of their acceptance, knowing damn well you never got it, and that thing was never gonna change. 

“Oh, I don’t wanna hear about you not getting out of bed, you’re here now aren’t you? This is all in your head y/n. You need to stop talking nonsense, what’re people gonna say about you, about me, when they hear you?” 

It feels just like yesterday, your figure standing and facing your full length mirror, your reflection eyeing you with identical vacant eyes. Fingers running through your bed head, a wince escaping you at the movement. Bringing your hand up and catching a glimpse of a slight swollen purple bruise along your wrist and the dried blood on your knuckles, the skin stretching upon rotating your wrist and causing notable pain.

Alas, that pain paled in comparison to when your mom barged into your room, blaming you for the way you were acting and belittling your reasoning. Beckoning your father over to replace your broken vanity and for your house maid to disinfect the space, the place sparkling clean and void of any evidence of what had transpired the day prior. 

The shattered glass was picked up and thrown out, the splatters of blood were wiped clean, and whenever you brought up, what your mom refers to as ‘the temper tantrum’, you’re ignored by both your parents as they continued about their day, fearing the shame it would bring upon their name if the event was to catch others’ attention. 

“Good morning! I’ll be your server for the day. What can I get you?” the foreign voice sounds more comforting than your own mother’s, and you almost laugh at the irony of it, but you only return her smile and take a look at the menu. Lighting up a smidge at the name of one of the dishes, while your parents place their order.

“Can I please get the soufflé pancake?” you look up to catch the horrified look on your mother’s face, followed by her clicking her tongue and shaking her head as if your choice of food was shameful. 

“Certainly-”

“Uh, no she won’t be having that. Get her the Honzen Ryori,” your mother eyed your figure -whatever was visible to her from across the table- before turning to face the server again “maybe cut down on the rice, God knows she doesn’t need the extra calories.” and waves her off, disregarding your protests and tapping her nail against the table top, her annoying method in demanding your silence, which you subconsciously react to, snapping your mouth shut when the sound reaches your ears.

“What was that for? You know I like having sweet breakfasts,” was fuming even close to what you are feeling? Probably not. “Yes I can clearly see that, you’ve let yourself go as well. Do you think that boyfriend of yours will stick around when you start putting on even more weight?”

At a loss for words, you turn to your father, who has been quiet this whole time, for any sense of support when it comes to his wife. But the way he presses his lips together tells you all you need to know, how just because he isn’t bad as her, doesn’t make him that great of a parent. That standing by while you have been bullied your entire childhood and well into your adulthood is just as bad as being the cause of it. 

“God forbid he realizes how much of a train wreck you really are and throws you on the side of the street, because you know damn well we won’t be here to pick you up.”

It began as a whispering in the air. The day had been beautiful -well, as beautiful as it can be with the kind of day you’re having- and the sky was like a dome of plasma-blue. The clouds had looked like airy anvils drifting under the gleaming disc of sun. People quickened their pace as the clouds began to gather in the sky. The postcard-perfect sky started changing. The beautiful cocktail-blue shade merged in with the flaming orange and mesmerizing purple as the sun sunk deep into the horizon, before beginning to darken into gravel-grey. Large pillows of cloud start to form, blocking out the old-gold color of the sun.

The first splatter of rain hits you when you’re halfway across the street, dismissing the need to take shelter under the roof of the buildings like some passersby are doing, hoping to see out the shower. Droplets of moisture begin to drip onto your head, sprinkling onto you like a gardener’s hose. It was well after your meal with your parents, and you had spent the last few hours walking aimlessly through the streets, making sure to avoid those covered by your boyfriend during his patrol. Hoping, praying, that something will clear your head, will help your poor jumbled mess of a mind forget about this entire nightmare of a day.

Should’ve listened to him 

The rainfall intensifies, the drops drumming against the hood of the cars that you pass by, there is so much rain that the sound blurs into one long, whirring noise, reminding you of the blades of the fan that you stuck your finger in, that one time when you were left alone in your house when you were only five years of age. Eventually, they fade into a musical chime as you push your drenched hair away from your face and feel the vibration from your phone as it rings the ninth, maybe tenth time. 

He told me so. 

Tall apartment complex building; you couldn’t see its end from where you stand. You shiver as you approach it, the doorman - bless his heart - running and placing his umbrella to futilely shield you from the rain, and you just laugh and tell him that you’re already drenched and just waiting to go back home.

God forbid he realizes how much of train wreck I am

Not wanting to dampen the people at the elevator and make them uncomfortable, you take the stairs up to your shared apartment, you usually don't mind the exercise but with how heavy you feel after the rain and day spent up on your sore feet, all you think about is locking yourself in your room and discover what kind of new façade could you try and fool Katsuki with when he reaches home.

Just how I trick him into thinking I’m not with him to leech off of him

Eventually and with a struggle, you make it to the door, dreading the sight you might come to face, almost hoping for a black hole to emerge and swallow you whole.

What would people say about me? Do people think I’m crazy?

With a forced exhale out of your lungs, you fetch the key from your bag to unlock the door, but it’s wrenched open before you have a chance to insert your key.

“Where the hell have you been?” 

Your eyes meet the beautiful rubies of Katsuki, and despite his anger that always overcompensates his worry, you smile and throw yourself on him. The shivering ceasing when he wraps his warm arms around you and that loving caramel scent engulfs you, in spite of how your hair is drenching his shirt and how you sniff against his neck.

“You need a shower, you’re shivering.”

“Take one with me?” you look up at him through your lashes, and he blinks at your uncharacterized boldness but agrees nonetheless, helping you out of your clothes and turning on the hot water before stepping in with you.

It is a struggle to help you clean up when all you do is grab at him, whether they’re your hands on his shoulders to lower him to kiss you, wrapping your arms around him and pressing your breasts against him, or palming his hardening cock as the poor man tries to shampoo your hair.

“Would ya knock it off? I’m tryna help you here shitty woman” you frown and squint your eyes when the shampoo gets close to them. “I wanna have sex.” 

“Yea I can fuckin tell, just lemme-” you bring his arms down and press his palms to your boobs, letting go of his wrist when he starts squeezing at them. “Do you not want to?” he gulps, his dick twitching at the feeling of your soft mounds in his hands, your nipples covered up by the suds from the shampoo, as your finger traces the underside of his cock. “Yeah, I uh, fuck, I do, just- you need to wash up so you don’t get sick, alright?”

“Do you not think I’m pretty anymore?” you pout childishly, tears threatening to escape your eyes, and they burn as you close them when he washes the product out of your hair, a deep frown on his lips when you open your eyes back again. “The fuck you on about? That rain really fucked with ya?”

“Are you gonna get rid of me when you realize how much of a mess I am?” you whisper, your voice muffled under the sound of the shower above you, and you keep quiet as he helps you scrub your body, but your boyfriend is observant, he isn’t fucking dense.

“What do you want, right now?” he lowers himself to your level when he’s done, his hands stroking your cheeks as he eyes the way the water droplets cling to your lashes, but still not missing the red rimming around your eyes.

“I just wanna for- I uh, I wanna have sex.” you mumble, a plea hidden underneath your words, a plea to help you forget, to help you bury this day behind you and pretend it never happened.

What you don’t expect is the way that Katsuki pulls your naked wet body out of the bathroom and drops you on the bed, feeling your bodies dampening the bed as he hovers over you, no words are spoken between you as he kisses and nips at your skin. Marking it up and down as he all but worships your body, strands of his hair tangle between your fingers when you run your hands through it, arching your back at the feeling of his tongue tasting your slick.

He doesn’t let up until you cry out, and not in pleasure, your sobs far beyond those he loves to hear when he’s denying you an orgasm. No, they’re sobs that wreck your whole body, kicking away at his shoulders as you curl in on yourself and wail into the sheets. Sitting on his haunches on the floor, Katsuki’s eye soften at your figure, the way your shoulders are shaking and how -yet again- you’re trying to muffle your cries with the sheets this time, pressing your face against the mattress in an attempt to lower your noise, as your mother would call it.

“Hey, look at me” you feel his lips grazing your ear as he kisses it, pressing his lips against your temple, fingers unwrapping your fist against the sheet and digging into your hands and pressing kisses against the nail marks in the palm of your hands. “There she is, there’s my girl.” you hear when you lift your head from the bed, sight blurry from your shed tears but still easy to distinguish Katsuki even between billions of people.

You sniff when he kisses at your lids, groan when he chuckles and calls you ‘snot the naught’ when you wipe your nose with the back of your hand, beaming when he hears you let out one weak chuckle at the way he teases you. Still pressing his lips against any surface of skin he can reach.

“You don’t have to talk about it you know, to me at least” he mumbles to you when you’re both dressed in your sleepwear and are cuddling on the dry side of the bed, opting to change the sheet the next day. “Maybe, maybe we can get someone who can help you, you know.” you press your face deeper between his neck and shoulder, shuddering when his warm palms rub your back from under your shirt. 

“I can make some calls, get in contact with someone.” you lift your head. “But I can’t afford-” he tuts and frowns at you “None of that.” 

“Remember what I said when we agreed to move in?” you do, you just love the sound of his voice when he says it, feels like he’s making all these promises all over again. “Tell me.”

“Told ya I’d be whoever you want me to be, whoever you need me to be. I’ll be yer mom, even better than that bitch, I’ll support and love you unconditionally.” you sniff and tighten your hold against him as he presses his lips against your cheek. 

“I’d be better than yer pussy dad, you can rely on me any time and I’ll live up to all your expectations. And callin me daddy is always a plus” he tangles his legs with your own when you wiggle away from him, laughing and giving you no chance of escape, not that you are even thinking of it. 

“I’d even be yer genius fuckin nanny that taught you to tell yer mom to go fuck herself when you were four,” your suppressed giggles lights him up and he can’t help but chuckle as well. “I’ll be anything and everything you’ll ever need, baby. I’ll be your goddamn hero.”

The sun comes out again, casting slanted beams of light across the buildings. Steam rises slowly from the greenery. It rises up eerily and drifts mist-like towards the molten-gold sun, right before it escapes into the abyss. The image is so vivid that it stays with you for as long as you remember. Because on this exact day, the shrieking that follows you everywhere you go, haunting you and mocking you, suddenly is nowhere to be found. And all you can hear is the comforting sound of Katsuki as he hums you a lullaby to sleep.

aaaah I hope you like it!

[beanboisforbrains]

A Little Cybermatsu Case Study

This cybermatsu appreciation post has got me thinking about them. They’ve plagued my mind, I must spew my thoughts.

On a surface level, the two of them have the most “normal” personalities. Yet, despite sharing this major trait, Todomatsu doesn’t look up to Choromatsu like he does with Osomatsu. They’re not often seen hanging out together where it’s just the two of them. However, Totty definitely trusts and admires Choromatsu...to some degree.

Admiration?? For rising Chorofappyski?? It’s more likely than you think.

Cyber are usually the resident tsukkomis. Choromatsu in particular gets his reputation for being “the responsible one” because he plays the role so often—an aspect of his character that’s slowing getting deconstructed over the seasons as we find out he’s just as batshit insane as his brothers, like what the hell was Friend in S3, that shit had me terrified. But when he’s with Todomatsu, it’s often Totty that’s calling him out.

As fake bitch #2 and #3 in the katakanamatsu tryhard trio they understand each other pretty well, which Totty has weaponized; using his Choromatsu bullshit sensor to drag his brother out of his delusions.

Choromatsu Rising, Dayon Tribe, and Choromatsu Memorial Hall are examples that immediately come to mind, but there are tons of little moment’s scattered throughout the rest of the skits.

S1E04 This is Totoko: Todomatsu calling him a total fool when girls are involved

S1E25 Osomatsu-san, Such As It Was: Totty (and Ichimatsu) trying to get him back in the game after Choromstu’s dick possess his brain with hornee thoughts

S3E02 Delivery: “You’re having more fun than anyone else”, in reference to Choromatsu wanting to return the AIs

S3E08 Mt. Takao: The whole bit with Choromatsu’s travel guide, Totty eventually throwing it into the sun

These are just moments I noticed when zooming through the seasons, there’s probably much more

Even in the AU skits Todomatsu is often Choromatsu’s tsukkomi.

This doesn’t mean Choromatsu lies down and takes it though. He has his fair share of Todomatsu assaults, but his attacks primarily happen in a group setting. Additionally, when he gets mad at Totty, it’s usually for stepping out of their box and going beyond the NEET boundaries they’ve placed on themselves (opposed to Todomatsu, who chews him out for acting hypocritical or delusional). 

Just like the rest of his brothers, Choromatsu doesn’t like it when Totty goes out on his own, seemingly pulling away from them.

In Todomatsu's Line, he and Osomatsu are the main instigators in Todomatsu’s interrogation. In Friend, he gets really sad when Totty calls him creepy and ignores him.

As established, the two of them share similar ideals of how they should be, but instead of being all talk, Todomatsu actually works on achieving his ideal. There’s just something about the youngest in the family succeeding first that hits harder than any other wake up call. 

Personally, I like to think Choromatsu is particularly sensitive to Totty pulling away because of how similar they are, BUT ALSO because of how close they were in high school. 

They were in the same class every year up to graduation. With Todomatsu’s baby personality it makes sense that he became extremely clingy to the only big brother that’s been with him the whole time, especially after the six of them started splintering off.

Choromatsu wasn’t exactly…ecstatic… about the responsibility. In the movie he tried to walk home on his own, leaving Totty behind. He didn’t look very pleased when escorting Totty around.

Side note: I s2g the scariest moments of Osomatsu-san come from Choromatsu’s :❮ face. He looks one unfortunate event away from snapping.

However, Choromatsu didn’t scold Totty for hiding behind him all the time (at least from what we’ve seen). He still walked him home, held his hand, and fetched him from the police station. During the rooftop fight, despite being in the middle of an argument, Choromatsu immediately went to help Todomatsu after he bumped into him and fell. 

With the emotional wall built around the other brothers, the fact that he doesn’t push totty away is pretty telling of their relationship. 

The Osomatsu-san Movie really delivered on quality cybermatsus, this shit is so cute.

Choromatsu’s mother henning of Totty has definitely lessened now that they’re adults, but he still looks out for him when it counts (albeit with a good dose of complaining).

Other moments include: 

S1E19 Period Drama Osomatsu-san: Todomatsu calls for Choromatsu-niisan when Iyami’s being sketchy with him

S3E17 Imoni: Choromatsu stops Totty from getting stewed

Tbh most of these are small moments, but they’re quite endearing. Walking Todomatsu to the washroom always gets me 🥺 Choromatsu clearly wants to sleep and could have just left him there, but he waits for him. 

Totty pays back Choromatsu for looking after him in his own ways. Totty has a specific brand of kindness that involves berating the people he cares about for their own good (and usually he’s in the right). When he yells at them it comes for a good place…deep down. He just wants to help them not be so pathetic. Which means, all those Todomatsu tsukkomis moments? THAT’S RIGHT, HE’S BEING NICE

But even though Todomatsu sees through Choromatsu’s mostly shallow attempts of responsibility, he recognizes there’s some truth to it and respects him for it (finally, we’re getting back to the point I made before the cut 😅)

LOOK AT HIM! HE LOOKS SO PROUD!

110 might have been plotting to screw Choromatsu over after (I mean, Totty does immediately back out when Choromatsu gets attacked, even though he said he would protect him), but I’m choosing to believe Totty meant at least some of this.

Totty is genuinely happy for Choromatsu when he gets a job in Letter and he bawls his eyes out when Choromatsu leaves. He also throws hands with oso for being a dick during the going away party, which isn’t the first time Totty’s defended his brother from their eldest.

In Accident, Todomatsu finds the situation hilarious but still tries to get Osomatsu to stop joking about it multiple times……and for his efforts he gets absolutely verbally flayed by Choromatsu lmaoooooo

This is what he gets for helping…probably why Totty doesn’t hold back calling him Chorofappyski in the future. 

In The Choromatsu Incident, he’s the first to breach the topic of telling Choromatsu about his hair. 

Even though he chickens out of actually telling him, later on, Totty is the first to apologize and take the blame.

Note that in the previous episode, they just kicked Todomatsu out of the family, yet here he is trying to help. Osomatsu-san continuity is nonsensical most of the time, so this tidbit doesn’t mean much...but Totty you’re so valid. Additionally, Choromastu was the one narrating Totty getting fired skit. All I have to say to that is THANK YOU FOR THE CYBER CRUMBS

Lastly, going back to the Dayon Tribe skit, Todomatsu might have drop kicked Choromatsu, but he’s also the ONLY one trying to drag him back, despite being the first to bring up going home instead of looking for their lost brothers.

Totty certainly isn’t going to ask Choromatsu for life advice anytime soon, tbh he’d rather die than do that, but I think there’s a lot of unsaid trust between them that goes unnoticed. They fight and argue as all siblings do, but ultimately they’ve got each other’s backs.

                                                ✨PIN PON✨ 

BONUS ROUND FOR CYBER MOMENTS THAT I COULDN’T FIGURE OUT WHERE TO PUT

Choromatsu rising from his death by embarrassment just to tease Totty.

Falling back into his protective big brother role

And finally, little moments where Totty notices something’s up with Choromatsu before anyone else

[quaranmine]

alright, stats time. numbers! percentages! analysis!

GO ME! i finished my writing challenge last night. though i have done them before, i have never had a 30 day streak--my longest was 11 days, previously.

NANOWRIMO "GOAL": 50k words in a month. lol nope i didn't even plan to do that but that's the perspective i'm putting the post in

MY GOAL: add 30k to IBW.

fail. i added 5.2k to IBW in the end, the equivalent of finishing just one chapter. basically, I completed 17% of my goal. not something I'm happy about but i did inevitably mostly get past a thing that was giving me trouble.

MY SECOND GOAL: add 30k aggregated to any projects

total word count: 21,366. that's techinically a fail but i'm not gonna count it because i reached 70% of my target wordcount AND THAT'S GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME!!! 70 is a passing grade afterall :] if we want to put this in perspective of nano, i basically completed 40% of nano, which is great for a first-ever run (especially since i have never completed a 50k fic so far, let alone in a month. baby steps for me, i just do not write that quickly.)

MY THIRD GOAL: write something every day

SUCCESS! i did do that and i am very proud of it. it was shockingly hard sometimes. during the challenge i was like "i am never doing this again" and now literally less than a day after im like "hm i should do this again next year!" why am i like this? who knows!

So, let's look at other stats.

Number of fics worked on: four. (IBW, grumbot fic mainly, hitchhiker's au, and tumble town gothic)

Fanfic started and completed within the month: do you see no ghosts in me at all? (13,651 words). This means that ~64% of my time was spent on this fanfic, compared to any others (if we go by word count, as i don't remember which days specifically were used on this versus the others)

Average daily wordcount: 712 words. again, to reach the 30k goal i needed roughly 1k on average per day, so this is again about 70% of that. It is worth noting that my average for my last writing challenge in the spring was 548, so I did much better on average this month despite being forced to do it in a much longer streak. that's probably because the 0 wordcount days in the last challenge dragged the average down, so writing every day helped me a lot.

Lowest daily WC: 131

Highest daily WC: 1897

i think both of those were the same fic actually (grumbot fic.) the low wordcounts mostly represented lack of time, as i would stop writing whenever it got so late that i started falling asleep midsentence. however low wordcounts on IBW mostly represent lack of inspiration, except for the day 30, where it represented research.

all in all, i think it was a successful challenge. i'm still in writing mode and was already thinking about what i could do tonight, which is great because like...i am no longer beholden to this challenge but am still wanting to keep going (i'll just likely not force myself to do anything anymore if it's like 11:30pm and i havent done anything. i will just go to bed instead.)

the main lesson here is that i can Do Things when i want to really force myself to do, which is good because i often doubt my own abilities especially in connection with my writing. it's very personal compared to other stuff i do, so i very much love and appreciate everybody's support and kind reviews because i straight up would not be here or doing any of this without you. like i would have just gone back to hide under a rock lol.

i feel like completing these challenges gives me a lot more confidence in myself and my abilities, and gives me momentum to make consistent progress on my works even when things are a little rough. sometimes in writing you just Gotta Do It even if there isnt much inspiration, because it'll unlock the way for other scenes where you DO have inspiration.

now then. if someone can tell me why i was able to fully complete inktober for two years in a row, and pull off two of these writing challenges in one year, but CAN'T stick with actual responsible adult habits--

[foilfreak]

4 Lords Raise Rose AU Ideas

Not a single person asked for this, but that other post where I talk about the 4 lords adopting Rose but still technically being terrible people got way more popular than I expected it to, so, with about 6 shots of tequila in my system and a terrible urge to spit my thoughts out for all the internet to see and judge, I’ve decided to make a follow up post. Here’s how I think the 4 lords would take care of Rose in the event they rebelled against Mother Miranda and decided to raise Rose as their own instead, but like under the cut after a little bit cuz i accidentally went way too fucking hard with this and I don’t want ppl to get mad at me for making them scroll for an hour to get past this post:

First and foremost, I think they’d do it in stages, and what I mean by this is that Rose would essentially be given to a specific Lord for some period of her life, like a couple years, and then when she was deemed old or strong or annoying enough, she’d be moved to a different lord for some period of time and so on and so forth. They would do this because a) they all live in different areas and have shit to do so it’s easier to have Rose live with one lord at a time and then the other lords can just go visit her there from time to time, rather than try to work out a weekly custody schedule which we all know Alcina and Karl would NEVER be able to agree on so let’s not even bother, and b) because each lord would have either some skill or set of knowledge that would make them the best for caring for Rose at that specific point in her life. This way, all the lords have a (somewhat) equal chance to be a part of Rose’s life and teach her something while she’s with them. So with all that in mind now, let’s get down to who would have Rose and at what point in her life.

1. Starting off with infant Rose, I think she’d end up with the Dimitrescu’s for the first few years of her life, and the reason why I think this is because... well, Alcina IS already a mother to 3 girls, and while we don’t know a terrible amount about Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela’s “upbringing” under Alcina, we can gleam and theorize from her notes that, despite their fully grown bodies, the girls could very well have started out with the mental and physical capabilities of infants, and thus needed to be cared for and brought up in a similar manner as infants or children until they reached a certain point where they could officially be considered adults in mentality and ability, not just in physical appearance. So with this in mind, it’s entirely possible that Alcina could have at least some vague idea of how to care for an infant child through her experiences with the bug sisters; perhaps there’s some gaps in her knowledge, but if nothing else I imagine Alcina would be an infant Rose’s best shot at surviving infancy if only because the other 3 are so incompetent on how to care for a baby that Alcina looks like an expert in comparison. Not to mention that, of the possible locations for an infant to be raised, I do genuinely think that castle Dimitrescu would be the safest place for Rose to be kept during this vulnerable part of her life. Not only that but if Alcina has actually come to care for Rose as though she were one of her own daughters, then she would absolutely spoil Rose rotten with all the nicest clothes and fanciest toys, things that a small infant wouldnt be able to appreciate but would show that she’s loved and cared for nonetheless, and don’t even get me started on the bug sisters, I could see them fawning over Rose for hours on end, playing with her, singing to her, telling her stories of all the man-things they’ve gotten to play with today, and so much more. Overall, Rose would just be the most spoiled and pampered little baby with the Dimitrescus and there’s no changing my mind about this. The only thing I’m struggling to wrap my head around is how they’d feed her, since I doubt a small infant would take very well to blood wine and human flesh. I suppose it wouldn’t be terribly outrageous for them to hire a wet nurse/nanny to care for Rose during the day while the other Dimitrescus go about their daily duties, and when Rose is finally old enough to be introduced to solid food (I.e. fried human flesh cubes) they could do what they always do and turn the nurse into wine too, I guess. It’s not a solid idea but it’s more plausible than anything else I thought of so it’ll work!

2. After spending about 3 years with the Dimitrescus, Rose would then be moved to the Beneviento house. Now, If u don’t know anything about 3 year olds, then you’re probably ignorant to the fact that they are some of the craftiest, sneakiest, and most coniving groups of people to exist on this planet. 3 year olds are masters at getting into and touching just about anything and everything u don’t want them to touch, and worst of all, u won’t realize what they’re doing until they’ve already done it and left a huge mess behind, so while the Dimitrescus love and adore Rose dearly, they know it’s sadly time to hand her over when they find her sitting on top of a pile of dead bodies playing with a metal scythe in the dungeons. Once Rose is dropped off at the Beneviento house, I imagine Donna is her usual stoic self the first few weeks Rose is with her. She’s not cold or distant necessarily, in fact she’s quite happy that it’s finally her turn with precious baby Rose, but Donna isn’t exactly known for being outwardly expressive herself (and even Angie isn’t being quite as forward as she normally is), so things are quiet and peaceful for the first little while that Rose is under her care. It’s not until Rose takes an interest in her doll Angie, and more importantly the things that Donna can do with Angie, that things really start getting fun. By the end of Rose’s first month in the Beneviento house she and Donna are the best of friends and often spend their days either playing dress up and make pretend with Donna’s extensive doll collection, or playing elaborate games of cat and mouse, where Donna will set up lots of puzzles throughout the house for Rose to find and solve (I.e. rose has to match her dress to the doll with the same one as her to find a map telling her which kitchen cabinet Donna hid the chocolate in, or something like that), but be careful little Rose, Angie has been trying to get her hands on that chocolate all day, and if u take too long, she’ll find the map first and eat all the chocolate without saving you a single piece. Just silly little puzzles with enough at stake to engage the mind of a curious 3 year old, but never enough to put rose in any actual danger. Donna is nothing if not a watchful caretaker, so she makes sure she has sight of Rose at all times, occasionally giving her a hint if she’s struggling, and perhaps occasionally making things harder if that day’s puzzle is proving too easy for her. Overall, Rose’s time with Donna, while not as grand and luxurious as the Dimitrescus, was still a fun and enriching experience for the young girl, and there’s nobody in this world who thinks that Donna’s scar is cool more than Rose.

3. After another 3 years with Donna, Rose is now 6 years old and officially far too good at puzzle solving for Donna to keep up with. No matter what she tries or how hard she makes it, Rose just keeps blazing through the puzzles at an almost alarming rate, making it clear that Rose is desperately in need of not only a change in scenery, but also a change in education, and this is where Salvatore finally comes in. After leaving the Beneviento house, I think the next logical place for Rose to stay would be with Salvatore, who, with lore hinting at him perhaps being a scholarly man of some kind, would basically act as her elementary school teacher throughout the duration of her stay. Now, to be fair, Rose could have gone to Heisenburg’s factory, but Heisenberg outright refused to take her and the other 3 lords decide that the factory is simply too dangerous for Rose rn, who thus far hasn’t shown any signs of being anything other than a normal human girl with no noticeable abilities (save for a smart mouth and a terrifying habit of popping up when least expected, a habit she mostly uses to mess with Heisenberg, much to his disdain and Lady Dimitrescu’s delight), so it is to the mutant fish man’s unimaginable delight that he is unanimously voted Roses next caretaker, and the one responsible for her basic education. Despite his initial excitement however, when Rose is finally dropped off at the windmills by Donna, Salvatore realizes that he’s not 100% sure what to do with Rose now that he has her. He’d like to get started on her education right away but at the same time he’s so fearful of Rose hating him because of his disgusting appearance that he kind of just... avoids her entirely at first. He’s never far away from the little girl and is always ready to jump to her rescue should she need it, but other than that Salvatore seldom allows himself to be seen for the first month that Rose is with him, the only sign of him still being around being the platefuls of food that mysteriously appear in Rose’s room 3 times a day, as well as the occasional shiny trinket Salvatore found and thought Rose would like. At first, rose doesn’t seem to mind being left entirely to her own devices, but after every stone, log, and rotting fish corpse within 5 miles of the lake has been turned over and thoroughly examined, Rose decides she’s had quite enough of her Uncle Sal ignoring her, prompting the headstrong little girl to go looking for him herself. She finds Salvatore hiding underneath a patch of floating algae not far away from where she was playing and all but demands that the mutant man come out of the water and give her something to do or she’d tell Mother on him. Salvatore, shocked by the small child’s fearlessly blunt request, hesitates, not wanting to frighten Rose, but ultimately relents, crawling out of the water and timidly suggesting that he teach her how to read and write. Rose quickly agrees, seeming totally unbothered by Salvatore’s grotesque appearance, and the two quickly move to the schoolroom that had been set up specifically for Rose, where Salvatore spends hours upon hours a day teaching Rose everything he knows, filling the little girl’s head up first with the basics, letters and words, then numbers and simple equations, followed later by historical dates and time periods, algebraic formulas, and classic literature analysis, then biology, chemistry, physics, astrology, calculus, ecology, and so much more. Basically, anything there is to know, Salvatore knows at least something about it and he’ll make sure that Rose knows about it too. In the 3 years Rose spends with Salvatore she goes from already sharp as a whip, to being smarter than most adults even, and Salvatore takes immense pride in how intelligent and knowledgable Rose becomes thanks to his surprisingly effective teaching style. Overall, as a caretaker, Salvatore is pretty weird and doubts himself a lot, but Rose thinks he’s funny and loves learning from him so they get along very well and she loves him very dearly! He probs teaches her to swim and fish too.

4. So another 3 years come and go with incredible speed, and its with great sadness on Salvatore’s part that Heisenberg finally comes banging on the fish man’s door, all but demanding that he now be given his turn with Rose. Now, personally, I can see several different arguments being raised by the other 3 lords over why its a terrible idea to let a 9 year old anywhere near Heisenberg, much less be given into his care fully. After about 9 years of seeing his siblings paling around with the constantly growing child, and looking like theyre having the time of their lives all the while, however, Karl decides that perhaps there’s more to this little girl than he originally thought, and, with his interest now piqued (or at the very least looking forward to pissing the other 3 off for entertainment purposes), that its only fair that he be given a turn with her now too, seeing as how he’s the only one who hasn’t been given the chance to be her caretaker yet. This naturally does NOT go over well with the other 3 lords. Alcina all but threatens to kill Karl should he step so much as within 10 ft of Rose, while Donna pipes up and demands to know what his sudden interest in Rose is. Even Salvatore, who is quick to flinch away from direct conflict, goes as far as to harshly point out the plethora of times Karl had outright denied their previous attempts to get him to engage with Rose, so why on earth would they hand her over to him now when he’s previously shown to have absolutely no interest in her? After a long spout of yelling between the 4 siblings, an agreement is reached, wherein Rose herself will be given the chance to decide whether she wants to go with Heisenberg, or whether she’ll return to one of the other 3 lords for the time being. It is to Alcina, Donna, and Salvatore’s absolute horror however, that Rose enthusiastically agrees to go with her Uncle Karl to live in his factory, and with the deal already set, the other lords can do nothing to stop her from going. The trip to drop off Rose at heisenberg’s factory is a long and arduous one, especially for Salvatore, who sobs the whole way there about Rose forgetting about him despite the young girl’s insistence that she’d visit. The first thing Karl does after officially having Rose handed over to him, is give her an extensive list of all the places in the factory in which she is under no circumstances permitted to enter without his permission (which basically only leaves the control room and the old storage closet that acts as her bedroom as viable places for Rose to go and explore). The second thing Karl does is dump her in her new storage closet bedroom and then hightail it for his workshop to work on whatever sick and twisted amalgamation he’s got cooked up this time around. At first, Rose isn’t terribly bothered by this, since she’s used to having something of an “adjustment period” when she’s with a new caretaker, but unfortunately for her, this adjustment period lasts a hell of a lot longer than the others did, and by the time 3 months of almost no meaningful contact with Karl, Rose decides to take matters into her own hands and ascends into the depths of the factory despite the express orders not to do so. Now, going back to the idea that the 4 lords are still pretty terrible people, I doubt Rose has been kept ignorant to the less savory aspects of her caretaker’s lives, and tbh she probably doesn’t think anything of the fact that the Dimitrescus makes wine out of the blood of virgin women or that Salvatore still does cadou experiments (and had her help on occasion), but I imagine even Rose would find the projects Karl works on to be at least a little

4, cont. gruesome and horrifying in nature, especially since Heisenberg is the one she knows the least about. However, instead of turning Rose away from Heisenberg, these terrifying metal creatures she sees locked up only spark her already insatiable curiosity, and by the time she finally tracks Karl down, Rose is all but trembling to learn more about this horrifyingly fascinating metal world. Unfortunately, Karl is not nearly as happy to see Rose as Rose is to see him, and the engineer all but grabs Rose by the scruff of her neck and drags her back up to the control room, yelling and screaming at her all the while about how she was explicitly instructed not to enter these parts of the factory without his permission. Needless to say that Rose does not enjoy this treatment and immediately lashes out, half out of anger and half out of confusion as to why Karl was treating her like this. He was the one who wanted her here in the first place, so why the hell was he just ignoring her now? It didn’t make any sense and it was starting to piss Rose off, so naturally the only thing left for her to do in order to solve this complicated situation would be to continue to disobey Karl until he either gave up and sent her back to one of the other lords, or finally payed some damn attention to her for once. So that’s exactly what she did. Every single day Rose left her room (which Karl kept telling himself he needed to put a lock on, but never did cuz he’s an idiot) and descended down into the depths of the factory looking for something ogle at or tinker with, and every single day Karl would track her down wherever she’d managed to get to and throw her back upstairs threatening to feed her to the lycans if she did it again. This incredibly frustrating cycle continued on for the better part of the next month or so, finally coming to a head when Rose managed to wander into the part of the factory where the... less than successful experiments got put whenever Karl doesn’t have any further use for them but is feeling too lazy to kill them off himself. Long story short, Rose runs into a Sturm that chases her around the factory, causing all manner of mayhem and destruction, and would have torn her to ribbons had it not been for Karl, who jumped in at the last second and was able to fend the damn thing off long enough for Rose to get the ever living fuck out and back up to the control room where it’s safe. There’s a lot of loud noises and explosions coming from deep within the factory that last for what feels like an eternity, but Rose doesn’t dare venture out again until everything has gone eerily quiet and a deep sense of worry has settled in the pit of her stomach over what had become of her latest caretaker. Turns out the Sturm had recognized its creator and, after watching its initial prey escape because of said creator, quickly decided that it fucking hated Karl with every fiber of its being and wanted him dead if it was the last thing it’s propellers did. Now, we all know that Karl is a big strong boy who’s more than capable of handling his own creations and taking down strong enemies, but the Sturm is a creation that even he struggles to control on good days and today is decidedly not a good day so not only does Karl not have the slightest bit of control over the death machine trying to kill him, but its also a lot stronger than Karl initially thought and apparently not picky about the method which causes Karl’s death, which is evidenced by the nearly dead Sturm ramming itself into a power generator as a final act of defiance and nearly blowing up the whole factory and everybody inside. Heisenberg is able to contain the explosion somehow but not without considerable damage to himself first. Rose is, naturally, quite horrified to find Karl passed out in the elevator that had taken him up from the lower levels of the factory where the explosion was, skin burnt nearly to a crisp in certain areas and blood pooling from just about every part of him, and immediately heads over to try and help her injured caretaker.

4, cont. again cuz I physically can’t stop myself. Now, I imagine that any normal 9 year old probably wouldnt be able to handle this sort of situation in any meaningful way, but i think we can all agree that Rose is the furthest thing from normal (especially considering who raised her) and has probably seen enough blood and gore to not be terribly freaked out by it, but this is where things get a little speculative because we don’t know what Rose’s powers are exactly but we do know from the final cutscene that she does have them, perhaps even a plethora of abilities, and I like to think that some of those powers are related to Ethan’s superhuman healing capabilities, but unlike Ethan however, who from what we’ve seen could only heal himself, Rose can actually heal other people (tho this isn’t something she’s aware of at this point in time). The second the elevator door opens to reveal, what looks to be, a half-dead Karl slumped over in the corner, Rose panics and runs to him, doing everything she can think of save for maybe grabbing him by the collar or slapping him across the face, to try and get Karl to wake up, except nothing works, he wont wake up no matter how hard Rose tries and i imagine this must be incredibly distressing for Rose who never intended for something like this to happen or for her caretaker to die because he had to protect her even tho he told her not to go down there because its dangerous and anything down there WOULD kill her if given the opportunity. Anyways Rose is now full on sobbing on top of Karl like only a 9 year old who just discovered that her actions have consequences can, but unbeknownst to her (and technically Karl cuz he’s a little busy bleeding out all over the floor) Karl’s wounds are slowly beginning to close, the burns on his face and hands shift from a bright red to a dark brown before crusting over and flaking off, and even his breathing, which had been labored and inconsistent at first, began to level out slightly. Karl woke up not long after that and was surprised to find that a) he was still alive, which was cool, b) he was injured but not in indescribable pain, also cool, and c) there was a literal sobbing child all but sitting on top of him, which is definitely not something Karl was expecting but he supposed he’s been met with worse things upon waking up after almost dying so why question it. After taking a moment to gather their bearings, the two return to the safer parts of the factory to rest and recover and for the most part this little incident of their’s goes largely unspoken, with Rose not exactly in the mood to talk about how her disobedience nearly got herself and Karl killed, and Karl being too fucking tired to go after her about it, especially since she seems to have learned her lesson. The only downside to this whole thing is that now Karl has a busted up fuckin leg thats gonna take an eternity to heal even for him, and with so much work to still do he’s more or less forced to drag Rose around the factory and use her like the annoying assistant he never wanted (except he did want her, thats how this whole fucking mess started, you lug), except that Rose, who is more than used to playing lab assistant from her time with Salvatore, quickly proves to be a rather capable and handy person to have around, if only because she knows the difference between a philips and a flathead screwdriver even better than he does. An amicable, if still slightly awkward peace settles over Heisenberg’s factory once Karl starts actively engaging with Rose and giving her something to do on a daily basis, even if its just standing around watching him work and occasionally having her questions about what he’s doing answered. It doesn’t take very long after that for Karl to begin realizing that perhaps throwing a huge tantrum to get Rose to come here only to ditch her upstairs by herself for 3 months might not have been the smartest (or most considerate) thing he’s ever done, and even goes as far as to (kinda) apologize to Rose for being such a dick to her since she arrived.

4, last one i swear. Rose forgives him, though not before adding that she already knew he was an asshole from Alcina, which earns her a halfhearted swipe from Karl that Rose easily dodges with a childish giggle. From that point on their relationship improves astronomically as Karl finally gives in and teaches Rose about about engineering and everything else that goes into making the metal horrors that he’s known for. Karl is shocked at how quickly Rose picks up on the trade, getting to the point where Karl wonders if he should start giving Rose her own projects to work on, but quickly rolls his eyes and groans when he remember that Salvatore was the one responsible for her education up until this point, the mere thought of having to give compliments to that “moronic freak” for giving Rose such a good educational foundation makes him want to vomit despite how secretly impressed he is. Overall, Rose’s time with Heisenberg starts out shaky, very shaky even, but after a bit of disaster and some swallowing of the pride on Karl’s part, they end up growing quite close and have a nice fun Uncle and martass Neice dynamic. They make a good team and Karl does genuinely enjoy having a little assistant around to help him with his projects, even if Rose can sound a bit too much like Alcina on some days for his liking.

5. 3 more years come and go and now Rose is a strong and healthy 12 years old, perhaps riddled with a few more scars and smearings of ash and motor oil across her skin than when she first arrived but still strong and capable nonetheless. Going back to that first statement however, this of course means that it’s time for the other 3 lords to come banging on Karl’s door for a change, all but demanding that Rose be handed back over to them. Karl of course refuses, telling them all to fuck off and that Rose didn’t want a leave the factory, so upon realization that all 4 lords were gathered here with the intention of taking Rose back to live with them indefinitely, a fight immediately breaks out between the 4 siblings, as each one makes their case as to why Rose should be returned to them and not the other 3, which of course none of the 4 lords can come to an agreement about because they ALL want Rose to stay with them. So after another long and pointlessly arduous argument, Alcina finally breaks, proclaiming that they’d be here for all eternity of they didn’t make a decision now, and that, like the first time the 4 siblings argued over whether Rose should go with Heisenberg or return to one of the previous lords, Rose would be the one to decide which of her four caretakers she would return to. The agreement is made reluctantly, mostly on the part of Salvatore, Donna, and Heisenberg, but there was seemingly no other way for them to come to a decision, so it would unfortunately have to be up to Rose to decide which of her 4 caretakers she wants to stay with permanently. Rose is quickly brought before the 4 lords and explained the situation, before being given some time to herself to think and make her final decision. A tense and uneasy silence falls over the 4 lords as they wait for the little girl, who they had shown an uncharacteristic amount of mercy and time and devotion and love in the 12 years since Mother Miranda had brought her to the village with the intention of using her to revive an already lost and long-gone baby that she never would have gotten back no matter how hard she tried. Although they refused to admit it to one another, the lords all secretly knew that Rose had wormed her way into each of their cold, dead hearts, reviving an aspect of their humanity that they’d all thought had been lost ages ago. Rose came to the village bringing with her a wave of death and destruction, and yet throughout her childhood she has brought them nothing but light and life, illuminating their previously dark and desolate existences. The 4 lords loved their Rose very dearly and desperately wanted her to be happy, yet each of them possesses a dark and selfish desire to have Rose pick them over the other 3, to come and live with them forever and fill the hole deep inside them that they never knew needed filling. After a short while, Rose comes back out and stands before her 4 beloved caretakers, looking around nervously as she picks at her fingernails. The silence is thick and heavy as the 4 lords stare at the young girl, waiting with bated breaths for her to give her final verdict. Rose continues to say nothing as tears begin to flow from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks in thick streams as the girl begins to sob, dropping her head and clenching her dress. The 4 lords look between one another in confusion, unsure of what to do with this sudden burst of tears. Rose tearfully admits that she can’t and doesn’t want to choose which of the 4 lords she wants to live with permanently because she loves them all very much and wants to be able to see and live with all of them, like they’ve done thus far. Although the lords detest the idea of having to share Rose with anyone, they reluctantly come to an agreement for the girl’s sake, deciding that they would continue with the arrangement they’ve had thus far, only that Rose would switch between caretakers every 3 months instead of every 3 years, giving rose plenty of opportunities to see each of her caretakers just like she wanted. From then on, Rose continues to live her life

5, cont. growing up and learning more and more from each of her beloved caretakers. Although Rose would likely never know what a normal life looks like, living with 4 criminally insane monsters in the remote mountain village in Romania, it would be impossible to say that she wouldn’t have a happy life despite that. Perhaps its because the girl simply doesn’t know any better, so she doesn’t have the ability to see just how messed up her life and her 4 caretakers really are, but i imagine that Rose probably wouldn’t care very much to learn even if she had the opportunity. She’s a happy little girl living a strange but enjoyable life with the only family she’ll ever need. What more could she possibly ask for?

6. As for how Mother Miranda would play into this whole scenario I’ve just drunkenly spat out, im honestly not 100% sure. Ive seen some people suggesting that MM just kinda chills and lets the lords do what they want with Rose, but tbh I honestly don’t see that happening in this universe. MM would still have been just as crazy and driven to get Eva back as she was in canon, so i doubt she’d willingly standby and let her “false children” take away her one shot of getting her real child back simply because they didn’t want to hurt her, i just don’t personally see that happening. The two most likely scenarios i can come up with is that the Lords either banded together and look Miranda on together, their combined forces being enough to take her down and kill her, OR, Ethan is the one to take down MM like he did in canon but he passes out before he can get to rose, giving the lords (who he hadn’t ended up killing but just escaping from i guess) the opportunity to slide in, grab rose, and hightail it out of there, leaving Ethan’s body to be retrieved by Chris, who, due to not seeing or hearing Rose anywhere, believes that Rose must have been accidentally killed along with MM, which he later tells to Ethan and Mia. Regardless of how MM gets taken out of the picture (or if she’s given room to potentially come back later), the 4 lords retreat with Rose and begin the whole cycle I explained up above, but i did want to briefly address how I saw MM fitting into all of this since she is a vital part of the original story and the biggest obstacle to the lords having anything to do with Rose.

Anyways, that was so much longer than I intended it to be but I had so much fun with it just because it gave me the opportunity to spit some fun ideas and potential plot points out about this cool AU that I like and hope someone does SOMETHING with, please god someone do it, I’d do it myself but i have enough projects at the moment unfortunately. If you managed to make it all the way to the bottom, thank you for reading all of that, I appreciate it, and I hope you enjoyed at least some parts of this, and maybe even agree with some of the things I said. Feel free to leave your own ideas in the comments, I’d love to read them and hopefully if enough people like this maybe i will actually do something with it. Who knows? I certainly dont. Anyways thank you for reading all this, i hope you have a great day, and maybe ill see you around in another post. Bye!!! <3