#i wanted to write 'communism! just don't try to smell it' but i'm not gonna be mean to him today

[danielcalmdown]

[bbybaku]

hii! could we get some dabi/touya college boyfriend nsfw and sfw headcanons? thank uu

yall are gonna have to hear me the fuck out on this one okay

the 18+ part is below the cut 🫡

also sorry this took me like 9 months to write lmao

sfw

i think you and touya would be in the same big friend group that likes to drink and party together

okay so touya started off in the dorms of your big ass university as an engineering major and very quickly realized he didn't really fw it

butttttt he did fw the night scene

and his rich father paying him to be there

so touya barely passes freshman year

transfers to the community college down the road

moves into a party house w his boyz

i feel like he would either be like a blue-collar construction worker or a bar back until he's 21 when he can be a bartender

he's kind of a dick but he's also friends w everyone?

he likes fat girls

especially bipoc thic girls

like homeboy likes tits and ass and is not picky

i feel like he's a bit of a dick in an endearing way

like he's a college aged man and he's a lil selfish but you know he doesn't mean it

prob not the best bf all the time

he means well

hes a retired player who met you and is now obsessed with you and only you

yall are also lowkey on and off

but you’re working on it!!

that being said I'm sure he would be nice to you and care about you but he def has issues that he is not addressing

back to our party boy

he would order pizza for the after-party

always hosts the pregame

and the party lol

goes to the clubs !!

occasionally gets drunk and gets in fights (its hot af)

he would be generous w the ~party favors~ if you know what i mean

*wipes nose*

*cough cough*

has probably tried every drug under the sun at least once

so maybe not the best memory lol

like not a bad guy

but probably not the best

always has cigarettes

probably a Marlboro guy

or American spirits

always wearing all-black or all-dark colors

always smells really good

his room is actually really nice like he has a big bed and mood lights and some crystals

goes to the gym often but has a sleeper build

so looks scrawny but has some muscle when he takes his shirt off

prob has a stupid tattoo somewhere

like a cool one on his lower stomach

but also has a tramp stamp of a heart with wings

always has like an ocean sented canlde burning in his bedroom

has the most beautiful fluffy hair that he puts such little effort into

almost always has a 5 o'clock shadow

like does not shave his face consistently enough but he is hot so its okay

he likes to sit with his head between your legs

yall watch movies together often

like actually watch movies

he has a silver nose ring

drives like a red mustang

is prob lowkey a car guy

is not on any social media but is always watching weird youtube videos and texting his siblings

i feel like it’s a fantasy of his to get into a fight for you

like he dreams of some guy trying shit with you only for him to step in at the perfect time and beat the shit out of him

he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you

but he would beat anyone who hurts you

nsfw

average size but a bit girthy

homeboy can fuck

like is experienced

he’s a retired whore

you are the reason he retired lol

can find the clit on anyone

you don't go home until you come at least once

quickies

all the time

anywhere you can think of

bathroom at parties

unfinished basements

empty classroom

storage closet

prob has a hand signal to you for if yall are out drinking in your group and he wants to fuck

this man oozes sex appeal

like you're not in the mood and then he's wearing all black and smells like that and suddenly you're ferral

real good at dirty talk

"behave"

"that's what I like to hear"

"have you always been this much of a slut?"

just to name a few

talks like that in and out of the bedroom

does not sext but will not hesitate to invite you over when he's horny

fucking in his room during a party

and then returning to the party

will buy you food after

fucks you to hip-hop

like good music

Red LED lights in his room

has a big ass mirror

doggy or pro bono in front of said mirror

*chefs kiss*

does not want kids so he always has a ton of condoms

he doesn't like hickies but loves when you scratch up his back

car sex

he likes to choke you

especially during makeouts

like will choke you more during a makeout than he will during sex

prob lowkey has a porn addiction so can get a little carried away sometimes

but will instantly stop if you say something or if he picks up on you like liking the vibe

he's loud as fuck during sex

like his roommates will pound on the walls

doesn't eat you out super often,, but when he does?

good god

amazing

prob will ask you to do some weird shit every now and then

like clown makeup

or to top him and call him weird names

you're normally down for it

its fun because he gets so into it

is pretty straightforward about what he wants

which is nice since you never have to guess

m.list

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Burning the Candle at Both Ends

This is my first time writing for COD, but I've watched some clips and read some fics so I hope I do him justice.

Part one of The Way the Stars Love the Heavens series.

Contains: Fluff, non-sexual bed-sharing, unresolved feelings. Not beta read.

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A translator's work is never done.

"Any luck?" It was the question you had been dreading for hours, you were no closer to cracking the horrible mess of coded communications and the frustration was driving you insane.

"No." You sighed at Soap's face, his easy smile wasn't helping, it was almost like he found your frustration assuming. "I'm trying Latin next. You know this is a job for an analyst right? I don't really know what I'm doing here."

He shook his head. "I have faith. You're the best translator we got. I was stopping by to tell you that we'll be gone for the next forty-eight hours, we gotta leave the wire for something."

You gave him a nod and turned back to your screen. "Ok then, I'll be here, like I always am. I'll be lucky to get away from this thing with all the work you've sent my way."

Soap chuckled. "We gotta keep you busy, if you get bored, you might take your talent elsewhere." He paused and looked around, checking that you were still alone before jutting his head towards the common room where everyone else was enjoying some downtime before the jump. "But we both know there are other things keeping you here."

You turned away from the screen and shot him a pointed look. "Shut up, you promised you wouldn't bring that up again."

He raised his hands as he pushed himself off the corner of your desk. "Just saying."

He walked away without another word, and you turned back to letters as they unscrambled at a snail's pace. It was going to be a long night.

****

Knock knock

"Come in Simon." You knew that knock well, the two short raps were the only ones that you ever heard, no one else bothered. 

He parked himself in the same spot that Soap did, on the corner of your desk, but unlike Soap, Ghost leaned his huge frame over into your personal space as he looked over the monitor. "You look like you're making some headway." 

You sighed and leaned back in the chair, rubbing your face as tiredness slowly set in. "I am three per cent closer than before." 

"That's three per cent better than you were an hour ago." He could be so gruff sometimes. He turned from the screen and towards you but made no move to back away. "I was just coming to say goodbye." 

You nodded, he was close enough that you could smell his shower gel under the gun oil and cordite coming off his uniform. "Yeah, be safe." 

Despite the mask, you could tell he was smiling. "Don't work too hard love. The world's not going to end if you get some rest." 

You fought the urge to smile and reached out to shove him playfully, but he didn't budge. "Says the man who never takes his mask off." 

He shook his head and stood up and his massive hand landed on your shoulder. "We'll be back in two days." 

You drummed your fingers on the desk and nodded. "Of course. I'll see you soon." 

His hand lingered for a moment and silence filled the room, times like this, where something hung in the air between the two of you were becoming all too common. "Yeah, see you soon." 

****

Ghost was tired and his body ached, it had been two days of non-stop work and all he wanted to do was go back to base and sleep. The humvees pulled into the vehicle bay and he climbed out, watching as the others dispersed while Soap stayed behind. "You gonna see y/n before you hit the hay?"

Ghost shrugged. "Don't know, I figured she'd be in bed about this time."

"You know that won't be true, it sounds to me that you're avoiding her." Of course he was, he was covered in blood, sweat and dirt and he stunk to high heaven.

He sighed and almost rolled his eyes. "I'll go see but she won't be awake."

Soap crossed his arms over his chest. "How do you know that?"

"Because I asked her to get some rest." He knew that meant nothing, but still, he hoped you do it for him, he did ask nicely.

The look Soap gave him had Ghost walking away, knowing that if he stayed any longer, Soap would start asking questions he wasn't ready to answer.

Despite the weight of the exhaustion he felt, he got a second wind when he saw the light coming out from under your office door. He walked right by and into the kitchen, then plucked your favourite MRE out of the cupboard and threw it in the warmer before making his way to your office.

He knocked on the door twice and your raspy, sleepy voice came through the wood. "Come in."

You were in different clothes but he could see how tried you were, your eyes red and ringed with heavy bags. "You been to bed?"

You nodded. "I tried but the alarm went off, they changed the code again so I'm back at it."

He shook his head and raised the green bag. "I brought you food."

You reached out with a grateful sigh and took it from him. "You have no idea how much I need this." His mask crinkled with a smile and he sat down on the only other chair in the room. You looked him over and gave him a slight smile. "How was the op?" You could smell the blood on him but you wouldn't dare say anything, you didn't want him to leave.

"It was what it was." Part of him wanted to elaborate, to tell you about the shit he saw, but he didn't want that in your head too, even if you knew you'd listen.

You tucked into the food, the hot meal was perfect and you couldn't fight back a moan as it started to sate the hunger you didn't know you had. Ghost's chest rose sharply but you didn't say anything, and he looked at the pouch in your hand. "Good?"

You nodded. "Amazing. Thank you."

You wished he'd take the mask off, sure he had nice eyes but seeing his full face would have been better. He pushed himself up, reached over and tapped the desk. "Now that you're all fed, I'm gonna clean up and get some rest. If I don't hear you open your door within the hour, I'm coming to get you."

You sighed. "Yes, yes, I know, I need to sleep."

He shook his head and opened the door, looking over his shoulder to get the last word in. "That you do."

****

Ghost took extra time in the shower, the hot water soothing his body as the blood and dirt washed down the drain. In the steam, he wondered to himself why he was being such a coward, it was as plain as day how you felt about him, yet he couldn't voice the return of your feelings. Maybe he was worried about what it would mean for your friendship but deep down, he knew nothing would really change, just the fact that he had said the words out loud.

He turned off the water and threw on some sweats and a t-shirt, knowing that the halls of the pod that held the 141's dorm rooms and your office would be empty was enough that his mask was unnecessary. He thought about heading to his room, knowing he would hear you through your shared wall if you decided to listen and get some sleep, but he knew you and decided to check your office first.

Light was still coming from under the door, but for once, he didn't knock. He pushed open the door with the same careful quiet that he used out on a mission and smiled to himself when he found you curled up in your chair fast asleep. He knew the meal would have you off in dreamland, and part of him was happy that it was like this, although he was loathed to admit why.

He placed one arm under your knees and the other around your back and lifted you into his arms, carrying you the short way to your dorm, knowing there was no way you'd rouse with how tired you were. But when he came to your door and pulled the handle, it didn't move and he was at an impasse. Sure, he could root around in your pockets for your keys but that would wake you up and he didn't want to do that.

He thought back to when, in a drunk haze after a celebration, you accidentally found yourself in his bed, muttering about the wrong door before falling asleep on top of him. He reasoned to himself that you'd had shared a bed before, so this time wouldn't be any different before he opened his door and went inside.

He placed you on the bed, climbed next to you and pulled the covers over your body, the tight space forcing him close to you. He sighed as his second wind left him and rested his head on the pillow, looking over your sleeping face with a smile. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair off your face, caught up in the moment until your eyes blinked open. "Is this a dream?"

"No." He desperately hoped you wouldn't get up.

"Oh good, you're pretty."He let out a genuine chuckle, his chest filling with warmth as your hand landed on his cheek. "Do you want me to go back to my room?"

There was no way in hell he was going to say yes, not a single part of him wanted that. "No, you can stay, I didn't want to wake you looking for your keys."

You sighed and nuzzled closer into his chest, his arms wrapping around your body to hold you in his embrace. "Thank you, I'm think I'm too tired to move anyway."

"That's alright love, I got to look after my favourite girl." He had no idea what all this meant, not your confession at finally seeing his face nor the fact the your warmth against him was making him feel things he wouldn't dare voice. "Goodnight y/n."

Your lack of a reply and the slow up and down of your chest was enough of a reply for him to take the leap, and he pressed his lips to the top of your head as he spoke. "I love you."

Part 2

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

This was the hardest monthly wrap up I ever had to do because I forgot about it until like two days ago and my brain is not at its best and I'm tired so I can't really write a lot. So anyway as usual, spoilers and opinions below, read at your own risk.

QL - Currently Watching

🇹🇼 Blue Canvas of Youthful Days [2/12] - I really like the look of this show and all the art. I'm not yet sold on the main couple as a possible item but I really like the characters individually. I adore the second couple. The scene with the hearing aid was beautiful and I like the fact that it's not about the couple. Perhaps in a bl from a different country this would be about them finally being able to communicate, but because Liu knows sign language, it's simply about helping Tan Yin. Don't know why but I really liked this.

🇰🇷🇹🇭 Eccentric Romance [8/12] - It's not the worst thing ever but at several points during the episodes I find myself asking, what am I watching?

🇹🇭 Every You, Every Me [4/8] - This show constantly surprises me. The different stories every week and the aspec rep was how they got me at first but now I'm invested in the meta and the absolutely adorable mains. And this show is just so gorgeous to watch.

🇹🇭 Fourever You [5/16] - Beautiful Pond. Cute Earth. I'm annoyed. Hopefully the next couple is better in terms of storyline.

🇹🇭 Jack & Joker [8/12] - Can they just get together first and then give me all the drama? I'm okay with that. I actually liked Love Mechanics, so give it to me. But Jack is all over the place with his behaviour, he says Joke is family and they seem to have a shared view of the future, and they sure behave as if they're a couple, but then he hides things from Joke, supposedly 'for his own good'. I feel for Joke, because he's being jerked around by Jack.

🇹🇭 Kidnap [8/12] - I love Ohm. And that is the one and only reason I'm still here.

🇰🇷 Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo [6/8] - I'm obsessed. I think about this show way too much. It's painful and beautiful, brilliant writing and visuals and I need it to be over but I don't want it to end. I think we're gonna have a second time skip since they are not in our present yet and I just want to see them happy.

🇰🇷 Love in the Big City [4/8] - Obsessed in a total different way. This story is like an open tab in my brain at all times. I'm dreaming of edits and gifsets. I think of Young and my chest tightens. I'm having a hard time writing about the second part of the show because it's just so much, although it feels lighter than the novel. I'm dreading the next part.

🇯🇵 Love is a Poison [7/10] - I love it here. Everything about it. This being Shiba's first love sure explains a lot, and the onsen date was amazing. I think the actors are nailing this.

🇹🇭 Peaceful Property [10/12] - I've said enough about it. I'm here for TayNew and trying to just ignore everything else.

🇹🇭 Perfect 10 Liners [1/24] - And so it begins. Every gmmtv boy is here and they are all playing engineers. They got two Flukes and everything. I wish Force wasn't once again an asshole jock and Book the clueless fool but I guess that's too much to ask. This is the couple I'm least interested here so I want to see the rest.

🇹🇼 See Your Love [3/13] - Taiwan just doing giving all the rep with disabled characters and as usual a parade of bl actors. It's fine for now.

🇯🇵 Smells like Green Spirit [6/9] - I love Mishima. I think the scenes with him and Kirino are always great. I'm still not totally on board with the romance but I'm somewhat fascinated with Yumeno.

QL - Finished

🇹🇼 First Note of Love - I feel like I need to rewatch this as a binge because I think this format didn't help this particular show. Although I like the mains and I really liked the actors, their romance never truly clicked for me. I need more of the sides. The language banter was my favourite thing about this.

🇹🇭 I Saw You In My Dream - This is super cute. They are all adorable and they actually communicate. Ultimately I was a little underwhelmed about the concept.

🇹🇭 Monster Next Door - It's fine. I like Big and he was great here. But I've already forgotten everything about this.

🇭🇰 Our Golden Times - I watched it. It was okay.

🇹🇭 Reverse 4 You - Pretty show. Good concept. Not great execution all the way through.

Dropped / On Hold

Waiting to binge - 🇹🇭 The Loyal Pin | 🇹🇭 Apple | 🇻🇳 Teenager Judge

Rose Watches OJBL

Same Difference aka Docchi mo Docchi (2014) - I don't even know what to say. It's not good. That's it.

Others - Watched

🇯🇵Densetsu no Head Sho| 🇰🇷Black Out | 🇯🇵Double

Upcoming Shows - November

As usual my ask box is open. Have a wonderful weekend💜

[sweetheart4you]

helllooo~~ i absolutly love your writing!! so if you don't mind i wanted to request something? Reader and Chrollo/Illumi had like this really heated argument over how the character can't spend time with the reader and that causes the reader to feel insecure, worthless? and just how the characters would feel when the reader storms out of the house over this? thank you!! and no need to hurry

Nice Idea! It's gonna be angst, and I'm going to make it omega verse for extra angst

(　・ω・)

There are some slurs.

Illumi, over the past few months, had been spending less and less time with you. He'd been focusing so much on his brother, Killua, and his job that it left you feeling neglected.

For the past few weeks, you hadn't seen him once. You started to spiral into depression and have very insecure thoughts. You'd felt worthless, and the thought of him cheating had crossed your mind often.

You always asked yourself what you did to fuck up.

Eventually, he came home, finally. It was midnight, and you had happened to have a nightmare, so you were awake at that time.

You started talking to him, trying to communicate your own feelings, yet he shut you down.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP OMEGA. YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO SERVE ME, NOT ANNOY THE SHIT OUT OF ME YOU DUMB CUNT. I KNEW A MALE OMEGA WAS A BAD FUCKING IDEA, I SHOULD'VE PICKED A BETTER ONE. GO THE FUCK AWAY.”

Your scent immediately turned sour, letting out a sad whimper as you held back tears. He broke his promise not to yell at you. You nodded and softly just left, the claim on your neck starting to burn in immense pain.

You didn't know where you were going, but eventually, you had walked about 5 miles. You felt yourself getting tired, the pain in your neck finally taking its toll on you. You passed out.

When you left, it took about half an hour for Illumi to break down in guilt. He went to your shared room to make himself feel a bit more calm before he went to get you, yet it only made him more stressed. As soon as he opened the door, all he could smell was the heavy scent of his omega's pain. It stained the room like smoke, no matter how many doors, windows, or curtains he opened, the scent wouldn't go away.

He then noticed your laptop was open, the one he specifically got you to journal your feelings. He started reading through it and was completely horrified by himself.

He ran, and he ran until his legs burned. He couldn't find you. You weren't anywhere. At least until he got the call from the hospital that you had experienced an omega drop, and it could have severe effects on your and your baby's health. You were pregnant?

Once you woke, you had an emergency nest surrounding you. It was filled with your alpha's scent, clothing, and blankets. Everything else was the exact description of a hospital, white, clean, sterile smelling.

You quickly noticed the alpha, your alpha, by your bedside and started sobbing. He was there.

[emmetverse]

Em knocked carefully on the door before peering in. There was Rex, snoring softly on the too-big bed. He'd rolled on to his side at some point. A good sign, at least. And it didn't seem like there was any more blood.

But the chair he'd left Threes in was empty.

He slowly closed the door, careful to set it into place so it wouldn't swing back open.

"Spark?" He called as he leant into the main room. "Have you seen Threes at all?"

He was met with a bleary-eyed stare and messy hair peering over the back of an old armchair. Em smiled.

"Nevermind, buddy. Go back to sleep."

"Three? Bud?" Em shoved open the shed door. He swore softly. He then apologised to nobody in particular. It was a bad habit he'd picked up from the other guys here.

Spark just blinked slowly.

-

With his hands on his hips, he scanned the rest of their little commune area, trying to think of anywhere else he could have gone. There's no way he was bugging out to the point of wandering off, right? He said himself that his internal compass didn't work here.

He should be around, still. He wouldn't just wander off.

He found himself looking everywhere he could think of. Around the back of the house, up into the thicker-leaved trees...

Em pushed open the door to Roach's workshop. He'd never realised how dark it was with the curtains drawn. He spotted a figure tucked under one of the worktables, half hidden by the junk and materials piled up around the place.

"Hey." He knelt on the floor and shoved a box out of the way. "You alright?"

Threes lifted his face out of his knees. Eyes red and puffy, face wet. He glanced at Em before looking away.

"What's wrong?"

"... I-I wanna go home."

The stammer was a little better, at least. It sounded more like normal words than the complete mess it had been.

"I know." Em sighed. "Me too. But we're going to get out of here."

"I-I-I d-do-don't k-know-"

Em held his hands out. "Woah, hey, breathe. We are gonna get out, ok?" He offered a smile. "We've got friends outside helping too, now."

But Threes shook his head. He sniffled. He looked scared.

To see that on his of all faces was bone-chilling.

"I don't- I don't- I-I-" His hands slowly came up, grabbing his hair in fists. "I can't forget. I c-can't forget."

"... Forget home? I'm sure you won't. I know I could never forget Bricksberg or-"

"SHUT UP!"

Em jerked back. The man was shaking from head to toe. His breathing quick, his eyes tight shut.

"I-I can't- can't forget. The- I don't- The door."

Em glanced over his shoulder. "The door? I, uh.. I can close it, if you want?"

"No. N-no, the door. He-he-" Threes grabbed Em by the arms, pulling him close. His breath smelled like sweat. "I d-don't know if I c-can open it."

"... I'm sorry, I don't understand."

And he shook his head. And he looked like he was going to burst out crying again.

"M-my brain forgot but my other b-brain remembers and I-I go-gotta do it before I forget and- and I don't think I- I don't-"

"Breathe." Em held him back. Half to comfort him, half to pull the other's hands away before they left bruises. "You can't do anything if you panic, right?" He smiled as genuinely as he could. "If you tell me, I can help."

Threes took a deep breath. He looked... Despairing, was the only word.

And then he shook his head.

"I'm trying."

Em sighed gently, biting the inside of his cheek as he thought.

"Just take your time. Can you write it?"

Threes nodded. "M-m-maybe."

He straightened himself up, peering on to the desk. He grabbed a random paper and a pencil that Roach had left there. Seemed like it was the plans for something, but it was fine. They could use the back. He shuffled closer, pushing the pencil into Threes' hand.

His hand shook as he took it. His fingers struggled to hold it properly. Whether it was sweat or the shaking was unclear. Somehow that was worse than if he could tell.

But he didn't write anything. The nib of the pencil hovered just over the paper.

And he sat like that for too long. Long enough for Em's knees to start to hurt. Long enough for the pencil to begin to splinter under his grip.

"Hello?" A call came from outside.

Threes gasped softly, both pencil and paper dropping from his hands.

The door creaked and Spark's face appeared. Eyes still tired, hair still messy. He smiled. "Ah! You find him."

"Yeah." Em pushed a smile. "He was just.. Uh.."

He trailed off as Threes caught the corner of his eye. He was shaking his head quickly, pulling his knees closer to his chest. Em's smile faded back into concern. And Spark definitely noticed it, too. It wasn't exactly subtle.

"Three?"

Spark slipped inside. He crouched next to Em. He reached out to rest on Three's knee.

The cyborg jolted like he'd been electrocuted.

"G-G-GE-GET-T AWA-A–AY-AY F-FROM M-M-ME-" Threes scrambled back from Spark's hand. His body twitched like it was having a seizure.

"Woah!" Em held his hands out. "It's fine! It's just Spark!"

"I-I-I-I c-c-can't-" He shook his head quickly. "I ca-can't-"

"It's Spark! Aren't you guys best friends or something?!"

"D-d-don't-don't f-f-f-f-ing t-t-to-touch-ch m-me-"

Threes closed his eyes tight, grabbing his head with his hands so tightly that Em feared he'd crush it. He quickly gestured for Spark to leave.

[torialefay]

As a stay, What is the type of person matching bangchan. and the one he can't be with?

Not in astrological terms, just your thoughts

I'm curious, thanks 👀

hi anon! that's a great question. one thing i want to point out before i say anything is that AT THIS POINT, i don't think chan knows what he really needs yet in a relationship. yes, he is mature and a sweet guy, but i don't think his job/life has allowed him to date around enough to know what type of person he NEEDS yet. he may think he knows what he wants, but until he has gone through a 1 or 2 longish-term relationships, i don't see him finding what he really needs. so i'm gonna write this based on who i think he will end up with!

what he needs:

• someone who is down to earth: channie grew up in aus, and from what he's said, it sounds like his family really had to make their own way there. i think he really values connections and happiness more than anything else... he wouldn't be able to be with someone who acted high-class all the time. it just wouldn't work.

• someone intelligent: chan is obviously very bright himself, so i think he could easily get bored in relationships where he wasn't being mentally stimulated. he would need someone who could both grab AND hold his attention with their wittiness. there's no doubt he finds smarts attractive.

• someone who can joke around: even though chan has to be in leader mode at times, he actually has a lot of playful boyish-ness to him. he is constantly cutting up with and teasing the members. he will need someone who he feels comfortable fucking around with- someone he feels like he can annoy and who will annoy him right back.

• someone more on the extroverted side (or an extroverted introvert): chan is a man of the people, let's be honest. he gets his worth and value from being with and helping others. he NEEDS to have a parter who will be open to going out and making connections with others as well. he would be so proud to have someone in his life as fun and friendly as he is... actually, he NEEDS it to feel like he's living as the truest version of himself.

• someone who is more laid-back: think of MBTI- he needs to find the "Perceiver" to his "Judger". chan likes to plan things, he likes to be organized, and he likes to know what's going to happen ahead... he works himself to death trying to make sure all of these things happen. if this gets taken too far for him, it can lead to a lot of anxiety. instead, he needs someone who is more along the "live and let live" mantra. he needs someone that can calm him when he needs it most.

• someone beautiful who takes good care of themselves: he's a visual person, he's said it himself. even if he doesn't say it, he likes seeing his partner get all dressed up for him. yes, they look beautiful, but it makes him feel special as well... that they'd get all dolled up and pretty for him. and like i hinted at before, he does hold a lot of "Type A" qualities, so someone who was always clean & smelling good is a must for him. for sureeee

• someone nurturing: he needs someone to look after him. point blank. he's so busy taking care of others that it can be easy for him to neglect himself. he's not had a CLOSE mother figure in his life (😢) since he was 15- baby's been doing it all on his own! i think if he was given that kind of unconditional love and attention, he would absolutely thrive

• a strong communicator: he is great at talking to people about what he WANTS to talk aboht or HAS to talk about- otherwise he's shit at bringing up the hard stuff. he needs someone who will make him feel comfortable opening up fully and teaching him that it's alright to be vulnerable.

who he cannot be with:

• someone who isn't confident: a lot of people will disagree with this one BUT i have a really strong feeling about it. although chan is learning to be more confident in himself, he still really lacks a lot. he does err towards the side of neuroticism as well (anxiety/depression/insomnia/etc), so if he is with someone who is also like this, it would end up being emotionally draining for him. he just doesn't have the tools equipped to be with someone who has the same insecurities he does. and although he does like to help people work through things, this cannot be a constant thing for him. he has to have someone sure of themselves.

• someone with a big ego: chan doesn't think of himself as someone who is better than others, no matter how much money he makes. i don't see him being with someone who thinks they are "too good" for something

• someone who is closed-off or stubborn: chan is a super open-minded person, and i don't think he'd be able to get along with a partner otherwise. he'd want someone who would give into his wildest fantasies or fun conversations about the occult, the meaning of life, etc. he needs someone who can be fluid.

• someone who isn't adventurous: chris has said it before, but he loves to travel and make new memories. he would definitely want someone to be his travel buddy when he had the chance to take off somewhere. someone who is a homebody or unwilling to try new foods and new activities i think would make him feel like he was being dragged down

• someone who doesn't have emotional depth: chan needs someone to engage him on an emotional level. he can't do a superficial relationship- he really just can't. if someone isn't in tune to his emotions or is just so far out of whack from him, i think he will move on until he finds someone who does, or alternatively, he will learn to just hide his emotions away and settle in the unrest :(

BUT these are just my thoughts. pls let me know what you do & don't agree with and if you have any other opinions! i'd love to hear them ❤️❤️

[sunnydayroleplay]

Hiiii! How are you? Don't hate me, but they had no right to make Ian cuteee- I'm sorry! He's just adorable! I would take him back- That sounds toxic, but ANYHOW. how would Ian react to MC taking him back?

This is the first post I’ve ever gotten about Ian omfg-

I aint gonna yuck your yums, I agree they had no right to make him so adorable. He’s quite cute aha~

Now, let’s write!

Contents Inside: Heavy Emotions (Crying, Anger), Uhhh Ian getting a bunch of speeding tickets most likely, You fucking slap his hoe ass, Cuddle times.

18- DNI, even though this is a relatively SFW post, the game it is based off of is an 18+ community. It is for your own safety, and you interacting not only jeopardizes that, it jeopardizes mine, and the creators of the games. For SFW + 18- safe content, check out my art page instead. @feralhalfnhalfcreamer

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Countless missed phone calls, some unopened letters, he was desperate. He was desperate to win you back, or even just a word from you. He didn’t know how you were anymore because of him. All those memories from your guys’ childhood just vanished like that because of him and he hated it. If only he hadn’t went to that bar. If only he hadn’t finished that last drink. Maybe you’d be still together.

Tiresome nights, he still hasn’t gotten over you. And you couldn’t get him out of your head. You find yourself wearing his old shirts when you go to bed. The way his smell lingered in your nose was comforting yet infuriating. You’d sleep in his untouched room, on that same bed you’d talk to him in.

Was this normal? You know “getting over with” is different for everybody, but why is it lasting for so long? Why do you still love him? Why can’t you bring yourself to love someone else after months have passed? Why do you have the sudden urge to call him back and tell him you love him?

You shouldn’t. He cheated on you, regardless if he was drunk or not. He hurt you so badly, you don’t know if he’s only going to do it again. But, you can’t help but to find out. You want to hear his voice again one last time and have it not be his crying.

Your phone was vibrating on your nightstand. You leaned over to check who it was, and sure enough it was Ian. Your heart was racing, should you answer it? Do you want to try at this again? You’ve known him for the longest time, and you know he wouldn’t cheat on you to be a dick. That he wouldn’t hurt you just to hurt you. Maybe he really was sorry. Maybe you should answer it.

Letting out a sigh, you pick up the phone and press ���accept’. You hear a shocked gasp from the other line.

“Y/N?! I-Is that you? Oh god..please I’m so sorry, I-“

“Come over. We need to talk.”

“Wait wh-“

You hang up and throw your phone across the room: Did you really tell him to come by to what was once both of your homes? And is he going to see that you still kept everything of his intact? Your heart is pounding, your mind is racing, you don’t know what to do or say, but you know that its not gonna be good.

Were you happy about this? Were you really going to let him back into your life after that last few months have been a living hell? So many questions and not enough answers. It felt like you were in your bed panicking for only mere seconds until you heard a knock on your door.

It’s him.

It’s…him.

Practically falling out of your bed, you try to wipe away your tears as you crawl out of your room and towards the front door. Should you open it? Are you really going to do this. Yes, you are. You unlock the door, and slowly open it up.

Standing in the door way was a light brunette haired man, freckles covering his soft face. He had a brown coat on, with a rough pair of jeans. His neck wore that necklace you once matched with.

You looked up at him, tears still streaming down your face. He clenched on his bag strap harder, trying not to do anything rash. Furrowing your eyebrows, you clenched your fists, and brought up a hand to slap him as hard as you could.

Ian immediately let go of his bag and held onto the side of his face that you hit him on.

“Ow!! I.. that was deserved..”

Like a typical day in Autumn, you couldn’t not let out your rain. Tears just falling down from your eyes, you tried your best to keep up your composure, but you couldn’t. Ian let go of his face. It was obvious that he wanted to go inside and hold you in his embrace that he had done so many times before. But he refrained.

You jumped in his arms, holding on for dear life as if he was going too disappear into ash and crumb.

“You’re a fucking dick! I hate you so much! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!!”

You hit him after every emphasis given. Ian didn’t say anything about it. He just wanted to comfort you. His hands ran up and down your spine as he tried to shush you softly. Like he had always done beforehand.

You hated how it felt so nice. How it felt so good the way he treated you in the moment. Eventually he let go off you, and you managed to calm down enough to start a basic conversation.

The two of you talked, you actually talked. After so long, you got to see each other, and it was actually nice. Ian talked about how it went on, and how he was deeply sorry. He went on his knees and practically begged for you to take him back. That he couldn’t live without you.

And to be honest, you knew you couldn’t either. He was one of the only things on your mind since he left. You knew you couldn’t get over him. You lept into his arms again, and held him close. You weren’t crying this time, at least not that much.

He pressed a kiss against your forehead, his hand resting behind your back, playing with your hair.

“I’m sorry Y/N.. I-I know that I-“

“Shut up and just.. stay with me..don’t leave me again..please..”

“You really mean it? You’re not just saying that..?”

“Do you want me to change my mind? I-I’ll be honest.. I couldn’t get over you either..it was hard.. You left me Ian. You left when I needed you most.”

“I won’t leave you again. I-I will always be here, okay? Please, I promise, I-I love you, you’re m-my everything..!”

Should you fall for those sentimental words again? Are you truly ready to start things over? It’s hard to decide, but you have an answer. Yes, you’re ready. Slowly but surely.

“J-Just come inside..”

You finally step aside and let him in, closing the door behind him. He walks over to that same familiar couch that the two of you got off the side of the road in a “rich people” neighborhood.

The two of you managed to calm down enough. Your ear pressed against Ian’s chest. Your breathing almost aligning up with his. He had both his arms wrapped around you. Its been awhile since you had done something like this with him. In general its been awhile since you had done anything with him.

Sure, its going to take a long time to build up trust with him, but at least he’s willing to do anything for it.

After so many nights of crying yourself to sleep, this was the one time in forever where you could sleep happy. Even if it meant getting back with your ex. And happily so.

[jamethinks]

hello! what do u think of yuriona as a ship???

Hey babe, thank you so much for this question.

First we gotta break down the characters. Will try to stick to the canon but sometimes I cant tell the difference.

Yuri: When I think of yuri, I think about a young boy who suffered a great deal of trauma that turned into an unhealthy and confusing bond with his older sister. It's unlikely Yor dealt with the situation with tact (hc), but Yuri is a surprisingly smart and a lot more clever than people give him credit for, so I think he knew that and understood it. Growing up, not only was he an orphan but also a genius (I smell autism) who likely struggled with bonding with kids his age and would have felt very alienated once he got to uni at 14. At his core, he's a lonely person who, despite his bright personality, just doesn't know how to bond with people. His unhealthy attachment to his sister isn't helping, but now she's preoccupied it could push him to being more emotionally independent.

Fiona/Nightfall: not a lot is known as to why Nightfall is the way that she is (I'm not gonna say why but we all know the answer) so it's hard to gain a full understanding of her. What we do know is that she is dedicated and brilliant. She's good at her job and enjoys doing it. Again, there is no context on why she adores Twilight (aside from him just being Twilight), so that's again a gap in her character. Still she's committed to him regardless of whether or not he's will to return those feelings.

Hc for Nightfall (just to contextualize her): she suffered a great deal of abuse and isolation growing up. She never had anyone to rely on emotionally. She has some form of trauma that she carries around with her. Her attraction to Twilight is more metaphorical than literal. She likes what he represents. He's the kind of person she needed in her life to feel safe, and so now she clings to him like a lifeline.

Similarities: they're both people that are "in love" with someone they can't have and probably don't really want. They both have this gap in themselves with these clunky fillers that they at some point have to replace. Yuri has to learn how to live without his sister, and Fiona has to learn how to live with Twilight. Also, they're both somewhat alienated in their own communities. Yuri has friends now in the SSS, but growing up, he was a lonely kid who only had his sister. Nightfall isn't very liked within WISE, with a lot of people disliking her for her personality and work ethic. The only friend she has there is Twilight.

Potential as a pair: I think they both have a lot to learn from each other, but mostly Fiona. I'm not sure what Yuri did to get friends in the SSS, but he can teach her a thing or two about opening up to people. But since he was in the same position (and funnily enough, his sister had a similar issue), he wouldn't force her to step out of her comfort zone. I think Yuri would be the one person who appreciates her oddities and drive. He won't find her intimidating or threatening, just simply her. She can also provide him with a friendship that's forged more naturally, not a coworker or whatever homoerotic vibe his with Dominic. But a person he met and kept around, especially someone who probably wasn't going to be very friendly in the first place lmao.

Conclusion: they mirror each other in fun ways and I would love to see them together but only in fanfics I don't want Endo to touch it with a 5 foot pole.

Lastly, couply hcs:

No one gets what Yuri sees in fiona since she's the polar opposite of Yor but to him they're like twins

Most people don't think Fiona is into him because of her expressions but he gets it. That little lip twitch isn't anger, she's flustered

He likes to show up at her job and bring her lunch

Surprisingly, Fiona is into physical touch and likes holding his hand when they're together

When Yuri found out she times their interactions he got her a little book so she can write it done and he would analyze it for her

Fiona doesn't take photos of herself, so Yuri just draws her from memory so he can put them in his locker

Fiona gets sad when Yuri isn't around for too long

She also starts wearing more colours so that he would point it out but then he told her she doesn't have to dress for him so she stuck to her muted palate

He flirts by tucking her hair behind her ear

Yuri gives great hugs and Fiona loves a good warm hug (touch of the tism)

Fiona has allergies (hc) so Yuri avoids giving her too many flowers and instead brings her fancy Mexican candy

I also hc that Fiona has like 3 cats and loves cats so Yuri now loves cats and helps her care for them and regularly babysits them and again doesn't question her odd relationship with them

[porcelainpocketfighter]

the Flight Rising NPCs as Jerma quotes

Tomo: So, you figure anything out in there? 'Nah he's clean, it's back to the drawing board.' Well, that's- uh- that's great. I don't know how to draw, so you're gonna have to do it for me.

Scribbles: [writing on parchment] Absolutly destoryed on red wine, sory guys

Crim: I need that claw. I need that tail. I NEED THAT TOOTH.

Pinkerton: Yeah, I got glasses but I don't really need 'em. I'm just gonna put 'em up there just in case I need to read something… like your number.

Swipp: We're gonna go over these (Funko Pops) one by one and we're gonna talk about if dragons would want them or not, okay? Let's be honest. Chun-Li? [nods] Ding, okay. Ding ding ding. Sure, fine. Ren & Stimpy? [incorrect buzzer noise] No. Half of the people at the Trading Post don't even know what that show is.

Pipp: I will try my hardest to eat one small- a 4x4 piece of plywood.

Tripp: My father is selling this item for one treasure. I mean, let's be real here: at what point do you just burn it?

Roundsey: People just come up to me and give me money, apparently because I remember what they look like.

Baldwin: Like, when you buy yogurt, you know, you can put it in the fridge for a long time. It's preserved! There's organisms that keep that shit alive. It's- I mean the- you could- there's bio… chemical… in there. [pats cauldron] There's biochemical in there.

Galore: You know what fuckin' dragons are supposed to be doing? We're supposed to be fucking picking up a wheelbarrow full of like, treasures and just, like, slowly walking with it and then delivering those treasures to the community… we're not supposed to be like, GIGGITYGIGGITYGIGGITYGIGGITY.

Fiona: [to her roc, Prudence] Okay, wait. Lie down, roll over, claw. Oh, she's so fucking smart! Only my girl!

Arlo: What happened to the dinosaurs, anyway? Did they get extinct? I mean, did they— did they get extinct?

Avery: I can smell you making fun of me. Stop or I'll cry. Stop or I'll cry! STOP OR I'LL CRY!

Glass & Gloss: [singing] One, two, threeeeeee-aaaaaah-ooooooooh. One, two, threeeeeee-aaaaaah-ooooooooh. Hey, do that one again. Eeeeeeeeeeee-

Sage: When in doubt, radish it out.

Arvelle: What's my favorite flavor of gunpowder? Uh, blue raspberry.

Higgins: I feel like I'm the demon in this house. Like, there's a family of seven that lives here, and I don't even see them. I died here like 25 years ago, and I'm just in the house. Opening up the fridge, they hear weird noises from the basement at fuckin' 7 or 8 o' clock.

Marva: This is performance art! You guys don't understand, this is- this is a living painting that you're seeing. Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, they're all dead. I REMAIN, you understand? I REMAIN as a performance artist!

Joxar: I'm not Team Wind, and I'm not Team- uh- Lucas, or whatever it is. I'm Team Merchandise. I'm the guy who- I see what's going on here, and I start designing t-shirts for the eleven flights and make a trillion gems.

Patches: Hey guys. You want me to get drunk on Pirate Week and play with the ship's cannons?

Susie: Bitch I'm going uwu mode?

[brown-little-robin]

okay so

Dimple's return

Ritsu is going crazy and using his position on student council for evil. he catches zombie disease from Shigeo because he drank after him in an attempt to forcefully heal from his Water Trauma, assuming that it would be safe. it was not safe

Ritsu can't get to sleep that night. he assumes it's anxiety/paranoia keeping him awake and is mad at himself for worrying about the water even though he's officially strong enough to get over that. the next day he notices that he's more uncoordinated than usual. he's having trouble coming up with articulate things to say. he doesn't feel pain when he pinches his own cheek. oh. oh shit.

(meanwhile, word is getting out about the zombie from Salt that beat Teruki Hanazawa, Black Vinegar's resident zombie, and completely burned the Black Vinegar school building down. People are confirming that Salt definitely has a cure, and it definitely has at least one sentient zombie who is still as strong as a regular zombie. this will lead up to the mogami arc, which kicks off with an inter-town conference about possibly sharing information about cures and things that make their communities function.

the rumors about Salt also attracts the attention of Claw, an organization of zombie disease survivors trying to take over the world in the absence of centralized government.)

Back to Ritsu. The day he realizes he's Turning, he gets through the rest of the school day by sheer force of will, goes home, and tries to leave a note for Shigeo. He finds that he can't remember how to write. And he doesn't know how long his brother is going to be gone. Shigeo might get back tonight, when Ritsu is probably still going to be lucid, or in two days, when Ritsu will be pretty far gone. Ritsu throws the useless pencil at the wall and freaks out, gasping through a panic attack. what is he gonna do what ishe gonna do whatis he gonnado.

He could go to the doctors and ask to be cured. He SHOULD go to the doctors and ask to be cured. He doesn't want to but he has to.

At this point, he hears a knock on the front door and can't stomach answering the door. He flees to another room and pretends not to be there. The knocking gets more insistent. A voice calls "Oi! Anyone home?"

Ritsu freezes. He knows that voice.

It's Dimple. It can't be Dimple. That's Dimple's voice.

He composes himself and answers the door. It's Dimple. Dimple in a medical mask, with eyes more grayed-out than last time Ritsu saw him, robes dirty, smelling terrible. Ritsu bursts into tears.

Dimple was not expecting to be greeted like that. and by unbreakable Ritsu of all people. He kinda shooes Ritsu into the house and closes the door behind them, and Ritsu manages to gasp out "Dimple—you're alive—thank goodness—I'm so relieved—." Dimple goes "uh, yeah, I'm fine."

He really wasn't expecting this so he just kinda pats Ritsu on the shoulder a couple times and says "I'm super tough, you know!"

Ritsu then pulls himself together and wipes his face on his sleeve and says, "I'm really happy you're here. I have a request."

Dimple is out of his depth but he goes "Sure, what's up?", figuring Ritsu is, like, having trouble fitting in with all the normal kids, or something. Dimple expected Ritsu to want to know what Dimple was up to while he was gone, but whatever, he's always happy to give advice, and Ritsu is behaving really worryingly.

And Ritsu says, "I got zombie disease and I don't know what to do."

Oh shit (x2).

Dimple takes a moment to process that and then looks Ritsu in the eyes and goes, "Ritsu. Does this town have a cure." Yes it does. "Okay. You're going to get the cure." Okay. "Where's your brother." oh—(here Ritsu remembers that Dimple doesn't know what's going on) he's out. working. I don't know when he'll be back. He's fine, he's—he got cured. "Okay, we'll leave him a note—" I can't write anymore, Dimple, I can't remember how to write—

Dimple gets Ritsu to the hospital. Ritsu loses the ability to speak by the time they get there, and no one in Salt knows who Dimple is because Ritsu never talked about him, so the hospital staff try to separate him from the random homeless guy who claims he knows him. but as soon as they pry Dimple's hand off Ritsu's shoulder Ritsu goes ballistic.

He's punching, he's yelling hoarsely, he's trying to bite. Dimple yells "LET GO OF ME AND HE'LL STOP!" and they let go of him. Ritsu is still growling in the back of his throat, but Dimple catches Ritsu's eyes and stoops low, almost like a bird, and takes a few steps forward, coaxingly, and Ritsu follows, still with his teeth bared all the way to the gums.

Dimple gets Ritsu to comply with the doctors enough to submit to a blood drawing. Meanwhile, Dimple convinces the hospital staff that he knows Ritsu by explaining that he was with Ritsu and Shigeo when they were traveling. He refers to Mob as "Shigeo", something he wouldn't do if he'd heard of "Ritsu and Mob" by rumor, and he clearly knows the Kageyama brothers, so they let him stick around with Ritsu and make decisions about him until Shigeo arrives back.

[outoutdamnspark]

I HEARD OMEGAVERSE AND I MUST HEAR YOUR HEADCANONS OR WHATEVER YOU HAVE ABOUT IT!

Aaaa it’s one of my favorite tropes, and I just get stupid excited with anything about it, and to hear one of my favorite writers does too aaaaaaa

- noodle

*ascends*

Dude, I fucking love omegaverse!!! I have an in-progress fic with platonic a/b/o, featuring dad!Warden Ingo if you want some world building in action, but please allow me to regale you with my personal headcanons!

(I had to split this up into pieces because it was getting kind of long, so I'm gonna keep the first few entries SFW and probably do a separate thing for any NSFW~)

and shgkjhdsjhg bro, buddy, honey, what do you mean one of your favorite writers?!! 😭 no you!!

(cw: one brief mention of children. SFW)

Part 1: Biology

Ω I don't personally like writing anything that portrays all alphas as aggressive assholes that can't take no for an answer. Likewise, I don't like writing when omegas are portrayed as helpless or incapable of making their own decisions - in any situation but especially when in heat. (It's a writing preference, is all.) I also don't particularly like versions of omegaverse where omegas are treated like second class citizens, some kind of rare commodity, or just outright property. All three secondary genders are equally prevalent in the world, all are treated equally (minus the usual shitty people, of course), and accommodations for each are the norm.

Ω Betas have heightened senses just like omegas and alphas, but they aren't nearly as affected. It's a bit of a misconception that betas can't smell an omega's heat or sense an alpha's rut - they can, their instincts just don't react the same way as the other two secondary genders might. This is so, in the event of an emergency or someone else's instincts going haywire, there's a reliably neutral and calming option for an alpha or an omega to seek aid from. Generally, betas have a pretty even disposition and often take on roles of protection or peace-keeping - or things like daycare and social work.

Ω In my head, secondary genders are actually a residual biological trait - leftover from previous generations that dealt with harsher conditions and fewer resources dwindling the populations. (Probably in places like Hisui, I'd imagine.) Back then, the secondary genders would insure there were always at least a handful of members in a community that could potentially produce new offspring; adolescents would present as a specific secondary gender relative to their environment. (Like those frogs that can switch between male and female depending on the population. ...Kinda.) Too many betas and not enough "breeding pairs"? Boom. Half a generation winds up presenting as omegas. Food scarce and you need stronger (and more "disposable") members to go forage and hunt in potentially dangerous areas far away from the rest of the group? Oops! All alphas! Nowadays, with modern cities and different pack/community dynamics, it's honestly just a roll of the dice as to what you present as. Genetics can play a part in it, as well as environment still, but since it's residual now, there's no longer a set pattern.

Ω (Brief mention of babies and pregnancy.) No mpreg unless we're counting trans individuals - simply because "traditional" mpreg in general has always made me a little uncomfortable, and also... how??? do I even begin to make that work here? I choose not to try. Anyway. Basically, if you have the right parts and they function normally, then you can have pups. Yes, alphas are more likely to get somebody else pregnant, and omegas are more likely to get pregnant (especially during ruts/heats), but it still varies from person to person for the most part. Any gender can get any other gender pregnant, any gender can be pregnant, and any primary gender can present as any secondary gender. The possibilities are endless!

💥💥💥

Next up! Heat/Rut Cycles (SFW)

[saturnine-saturneight]

Sliiiide.

🏁-Looking back at the first thing you've written/posted, how have you improved since then?

🌓- Show us a snippet of a before and an after between drafts! What did you change and why?

Haha hellooo, thank you for the ask!!!

🏁-Looking back at the first thing you've written/posted, how have you improved since then?

I think the best point of reference for this is when I started posting prose on the internet. I was part of a roleplaying community here on Tumblr, and had arcs going on for my OCs that influenced and were driven forward by roleplays with my friends.

To develop my characters beyond this, I would write the sort of... Connecting tissue, big events that were happening in the background and could drive my and other people's plots forward.

These were drabbles in the loose sense of that word, and the defining feature was that they were short! Easier to write, easier to consume, packing a lot into usually something around 500 words. Because I honestly, honestly had no idea how to write something longer than this. I would try and fail to connect one scene to the next and just do vignettes, I would lose confidence that anyone wanted to read on if I made them longer, and I especially had no idea how to continue after a dramatic moment or a cliff hanger and just post instead.

(This was partially a mental state thing - my life was pretty chaotic, and my thoughts matched that.)

The main thing I've learned since then is how to plot out something long that coheres and then actually write it, lmfao. I can do long term planning in my writing now and then get from A to B in a way that isn't filler and is (I think/hope) fun to read.

🌓- Show us a snippet of a before and an after between drafts! What did you change and why?

Gonna do the intro paragraph for this. First version:

The wind rushes past their ears as Natalie floors it through the forest. Ron whoops with joy every time the all terrain vehicle hits a bump. It's a clear, starlit night, and there's no one around but them.

This was a version where the characters needed no introduction because everyone in my audience (friends) was already familiar with them, and I just jumped straight into the action. This opening bit leads right into the deciding action of the first chapter in the span of a page or two, and then the whole thing devolves into The Horror.

Second version:

The smell of ozone builds slowly in the cold night air. It's still hard to notice over the metallic stench of their crowded ATV, until it suddenly isn't anymore and it hits Rain straight in the face.

I changed the setting from forest to desert, and put in a few chapters to introduce these characters, explain the stakes, and give The Horror some buildup. This was after a good bit of feedback! I showed the story to people outside of my friend group and they had no idea what was going on or why they should care. Also note Ron's name here - i was playing with worldbuilding, and he was from a coastal town where the majority of kids were named after something water, seafaring, or star related.

Current:

It's subtle at first, hard to notice, when the air thickens, and the clear blue sky slowly, slowly turns a sickly green. Like sticky dust, the sweet stench of flowers begins to cover every surface, every rock and every grain of sand. Only as it starts to seep through the AC does Ron startle awake, head jerking up from where it had fallen back against the headrest of his car seat.

I changed the genre from second world sci-fantasy to eco horror set in the future of this Earth, which is the rewrite I'm still currently on. The storm is not a green acid storm anymore, but a pollen storm instead, so I can link back to the central conceit of plant zombies. I was also able to make this a lot more descriptive, because even though I'm changing the paint on this story and cleaning up the worldbuilding, the bones are, for a large part, already there.

I've honestly fucked with this story so drastically that I don't even consider line edits actual edits right now, haha. Something is a new version when I've rewritten about 2/3rds of it by volume. What stays is the mood and the intention of the scene, but everything else is fair game for repurposing, scrapping, full rewriting etc.

[antimony-medusa]

this is mars creatchure i just don't want this tied to my main because the batman fandom Scares Me

found family is SUCH a way to condition yourself into kinks. it's not exclusive to mcyt. i jumped right from dsmp and sbi (even though you know, was always more of an emduo guy, i got to see the sbi fics as well) to dc and batfam and the shit people will write and slap on "they're brothers" to. it makes me a tad insane.

i'm not gonna talk about the obvious issues in the fandom, and like. i guess at least some people are honest about it, writing slash ships of the batboys and all (whole other separate issue) but like. some of the people with 'batcest dni' in their ao3 tag write the most borderline shit i've ever read.

i don't have concrete thoughts on it or like. a commentary abt what it means or whatever, just that the phenomenon seems to be present in found family fandoms as a whole, not just mcyt

Oh yeah I've seen hints of the batfandom in action, that seems FAIR. I do not want you to get swarmed.

Honestly the found family space being very similar in batfam to what it is in dsmp doesn't surprise me, especially when I know that a lot of people transitioned from DSMP/SBI to the batfam. (I also saw signs of people going to stranger things, and a bunch of other fandoms, and the part where I went Oh Good Luck was seeing some people trying to do kpop band boys as a found family. Go with god.)

You have people who really like the strong bonds between people in fiction, but they aren't quite mentally comfortable with writing or consuming sex or romance. And while some of them are doing this because they're sex-repulsed or really like platonic relationships, a bunch of them are just young or they've unwittingly bought into some cultural messages about how Sex Is Bad Actually. So in their fandom, they end up either picking up or creating a family dynamic for them to work with. And then if anything was to happen romantically with their new blorbos, it would be both underage and incest, so absolutely they've made sure nothing can happen because it would be horrible, so they're safe to continue with family dynamic, celebrating the strong bonds that brought them there. But then you have this little community of people, and I'd say while they know that they SHOULDN"T do anything romantic with the characters, the coding for romance and sex is in the head of a good like 99% of humanity, so when a romance or kink trope gets floated in this fictional context, falling through the mindscape in the shape of a hypothetical story, about half or more of these people don't go "ugh" (because they're romance-repulsed), they go "oh I can use that, that's a fun way to celebrate the bonds between people, I just have to clean it up a bit" (because most of humanity is fine with romance actually), and then they strip the blatant romance or sex out of it to make it Okay To Use, and then they write a story using, like romeo and juliet crimeboys (platonic), or cuddle pollen batfam. To grab an example of a glaringly romantic trope and a blatant kink trope that I've seen repurposed into platonic spaces.

And then in this community of people, every time someone does that, the temperature of the water in the pot they are all in ticks a little higher, because these tropes that someone grabbed from a romance novel or a kink page are now circulating in this platonic space as normal tropes that we all use, and other people use the tropes without really thinking about their origins, and that's how, like, hypnokink gets normalized. Or non-consentual cuddling (extended edition). Or smelling each other on each other's skin. Or fated mates platonic soulmates. All these things that if you're not in the fandom and enviroment, you read out of context and go "this CANNOT be platonic"— but they mean it to be!

And as you say, this is a perfect enviroment for conditioning yourself into certain kinks, because on the one hand you're moving in this space where there's a lot of non-sexual kink around touch and consent and restraints altered states and dehumanization (and sometimes more) happening ALL THE TIME, and you start to get the warm and tinglies at the climax of the story even if the climax of the story is someone getting tied up, and at the same time knowing that you shouldn't think about the blorbos kissing doesn't mean it's not gonna happen. It just means that it's super ilicit and illegal in your brain when it happens. But boy is it happening now, and these characters are so important to you and their bond matters so much to you, and—

Cause you are here cause you like thinking about the bonds between blorbos, and romance and sex and associated tropes are really compelling because as a society we've had about 11,000 years to refine our storytellling about them, so you just keep sinking further and further into the bonds between the characters, using all these tropes, and as it turns out, you're doing it in a space that means you're gonna come out of it with some kinks.

So. Yeah.

Saluting you over in the batfam mines. I hope the babies come out of it okay.

[frizzle-mcshizzle]

I FEEL SO BAD FOR JOSIE POOR CHILD :(((

another question for Funsies; how did Quintor end up in the neutral territories?? I've entirely forgotten how it works in canon but don't they have to light leap to get there? or is it kind of more he just Popped up one day and cyrus was like 'he's MINE don't question it'

(i'm totally gonna forget about the questions about josie's design so I'll just leave this here as a reminder to myself to send those cause i have to go to sleep lmao)

gotta project my daddy issues somewhere lol

(its light leaping using a light yellow crystal btw, also they apparently can make one use crystals??)

ok so Quintor had a physically abusive father who pushed him to hard to young to be a soldier, and would physically punish him when he didn't do enough and a push over mother who didn't stop her husband from harming their child. but he had to deal with it because his father was a respected soldier and no one could imagine him hurting his son. when Quintor mentioned what was happening at home people thought he was lying for attention and it just made the abuse worse.

when his father died in battle protecting his soldier when he was 9. he thought it his father was put in the hall of hero's and deemed a amazing man and was idolized by the community. Quintor had to deal with people constantly asking what his father was like, and how lucky he was to have such a hero as a father, how he had quite the legacy to uphold. one day he blew up and screamed at his mom about how his father treated him and how he wasn't a hero and how he was nothing but a fake. his mother scolded him and told him that he needed to respect his father and that his father was only doing what was best for him.

at 10 Quintor decides he had enough and steals a random crystal to the neutral territories from his parents bedrooms and takes a tent, some weapons and food and light leaped to the neutral territories.

he lived on his own for about a week, then Cyrus found him trying (and failing) to hunt a deer, Cyrus killed it for him and told this tiny child that he would help him skin it and break it down of he came back to his camp, and it took some arguing but eventually Cryus convinced him to come back to camp for just one night and he literally never left 

how the conversation kind of would've gone down under the cut because the way im writing it is gonna be long

Cyrus: come on kid lets go back to my camp, ill teach you how to skin it and break it down,

Quintor: no i don't want to you're not my dad

Cyrus: well then, ill take my deer back to my camp and share it with my sisters

Quintor: its not your deer!!

Cyrus: i killed it, you didn't, and if you want me to share you're gonna have to come back to camp with me because i don't have my hunting gear with me and can't break it down

Quintor: *angry 10 year old noises*

Cyrus: you coming or not

Quintor: *sigh* yes im coming

(back at the camp)

Quintor: i thought you said you had sisters?

Cyrus *gestures to the twins sitting by the fire*: yep they're right there

Quintor *looks between Cyrus and the twins*

Quintor: but they're elves!

Cyrus: so what, family isnt blood kid, its what you make it

Quintor:

Quintor: you can choose your family!!!

Cyrus: yep, *hands him a bar of soap* now go wash up in the river, you smell like death

Quintor: yes sir

(after Quintor runs out to the river)

Calista *cooking dinner*:Cy, who was that?

Cyrus: some kid i found in the woods

Calista: yes but whos kid is it?

Cyrus: i don't know but hes mine now

Calista: Ida, Cyrus just found a child in the woods and wants to keep him

Idelia *not even looking up from her notebook*: finders keepers

Calista: that doesn't apply to children

Cyrus and Idelia: it does now

Calista: so does this mean we have four months to feed now

Cyrus: well im not about to leave a 10yo alone in the woods im not your council

[thewildsorcerer]

Chili - Do you like spicy foods?

Wine - What is your opinion on alcohol? (and does it exist in your world?)

Pumpkin - What is your favorite part of Autumn? (If that exists in your world)

Butterscotch - Is there candy in the world you live in? If so, do you have a favorite one?

Daffodil - Do you like trying new things? What is something new you’d like to try?

Juniper - What is the nature like in your setting?

Pine- If camping exists in your wold, have you gone camping? did you like it? do you go often?

Seafoam - Are there bodies of water in your setting? Describe them if you can

Blue - Are you a creative person? How do you like to be creative?

Denim - What is your fashion style? cc

Ultramarine - What is your favorite aquatic creature? (if they exist)

Aegean - Would you consider yourself a wise person? who do you look to for wisdom?

Lavender - what is a smell you really like?

Eggplant - What’s the weirdest thing you’ve eaten?

Amethyst- What is your aesthetic?

White - Do you consider yourself a good person? What’s the best thing you’ve ever done for somebody?

Ivory - Do you play any musical instruments? If so, which ones and how well?

Chiffon - Do you prefer a larger and cleaner environment, or a smaller and cozier one?

Alabaster - What is the most recognizable thing about you? What are people most likely to notice about you when they first meet you?

Hazel - What kind of folklore/myths/stories are told in your family/community?

Iron - Have you ever used a weapon? Do you own one? If so what is it?

color questions

” wow that’s— thats a lot of questions.. you really want to know that much about me? sure, then i guess i can answer your questions

i mean, i don't hate spicy food, and i can handle my spice pretty well. like if you give me it, ill eat it but im probably not gonna order it at taverns and places like that.. do you guys even have taverns here? or.. is it restaurants.. ah..

now alcohol i can get behind, i always get something if theres a bar nearby-- flirt with a bartender, charm them if i have to, and get some free drinks. i like anything you put in front of me but sometimes i stray for something fruity. its nice to have something sweet in my drink

i don't know if i have a favorite part of autumn, but i guess i do like it when i can just explore the pretty forest when we're docked somewhere.

yes there is candy, but i don't have a favorite one. i never really had much candy growing up and don't usually buy it. but i heard there's a guy here who gets to leave for a moment, maybe he could get me some candy??

i mean, i literally (unwillingly) left royal life and became a pirate-- so i would say that i'm open to trying new things. something new i'd like to try? uh.. you know maybe going on a car ride with someone, them driving of course.. it seems fun.

oh the nature is gorgeous in my world, especially in the fae realm-- but i don't really go there. but there are just some places that i could just stay for hours.

camping does exist, but i don't usually do it. we usually sleep on the ship or in an inn.. so i really don't know if i would like it or not

there.. there are definitely bodies of water where i'm from. i've.. spent time down there before. its gorgeous, and much similar to what i've seen is here too. but it feels much more.. magical.

i like to think i'm a creative person. i sketch from time to time, and i love to write things down but other than that.. but writing is something i really liked to do

my fashion style. hmm.. i guess i would have to say i usually dress like a pirate, since i am one? my old style was a red tank top and dark blue pants with two belts. i also wore a long brown coat and my brown finger less gloves. but now i've been wearing dark green swim trunks and this mesh see-through top.

i love all of the aquatic animals, i don't think i could choose. except dolphins, because fuck dolphins.

uh.. i mean i'm fairly wise? nothing too special but growing up i spent a lot of time with books, so between me and my brother i would say i'm book smart and wise. but he's smart as well. though.. though i can be pretty fucking stupid sometimes.

the smell of dashie's cooking definitely. shes the cook on our ship and holy crap guys i wish you could taste her cooking. she tells you stories if you hang out while shes cooking.. and honestly we don't know if they're true or not. but i believe they are

oh god.. i've eaten a lot of foods, and most of them from dashie as i said before. but id have to say it was at this one tavern and it was called owl bear steak-- which had mushroom sauce and a steamed beak. it was.. interesting to say the least

my aesthetic? well, besides all the pirate stuff i guess you could say my aesthetic is brooding magical guy. oh you should've seen me the first month my brother went missing. it was that but intesified

..i dont know. i dont really like this question. ive murdered others and ive stolen before, but does that really make me bad? with the life ive lived and how my world operates does that truly make me a bad person? but i give my brother the life he wants, even if it wasn't my first choice. but i wouldnt tell him that, and i think that makes it a good thing because then he won't feel guilty.

i do not know or play any instruments

smaller and cozier. i share the captains quarters with my brother, and its decent sized but its cozy and i like it.

hmm.. well if we were talking about my usual form then i would have to say probably my hair or my eyes. but with this form.. oh. i would probably also have to say my hair-- people seem to really like it.

is it bad to say that i dont actually know any myths or folklore about my hometown? i was book smart yes but.. i actually didn't pay much attention in class.. i didnt really care. so im sorry to say i cant answer this one

i do have a weapon. i could never learn the sword as much as Varian tried to help. i usually rely on my magic when i fight but i also do have a crossbow. i wish i had one here but it seems that id have to be a .. militant to hold a weapon. and you guys dont even have crossbows, which is a bummer

i hope i answered your questions to your satisfaction i.. its weird talking so much about my life to strangers "