#i'm really curious to see the results because i love writing but it's so damn hard

[shall-we-die]

Hello 😍

Can I ask you to write some headcanons for bsd? How would they act in a relationship with a s/o who was previously in love with fyodor? if you dont mind, please include Ranpo and Kunikida 🥺🥺

Thank you in advance and please, keep doing this amazing blog!!!!!!!

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{Used to love the Devil}

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↬[A/N]•⊰ Hey darling🫂 How are you doing? Hope you are well and healthy.

Thank you for being patient so I can write your request and also thank you for giving me such kind words 💕

I hope you enjoy my writing. I'm sorry though, I can't write about characters I don't feel close to, I feel it's better to remove them than to have to write boring stuff for them.

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[Atsushi]

If his s/o used to be Fyodor’s ex, Atsushi will likely have mixed feelings about their relationship.

On one hand, he may be curious about the nature of their relationship and how it ended. He may also feel a hint of jealousy or insecurity, wondering if his s/o still harbors feelings for Fyodor or if they compare him to their former partner.

On the other hand, he may be understanding and supportive, willing to listen to his s/o and let them share their past experiences with him.

After the initial shock of learning that his s/o had a history with Fyodor, Atsushi’s relationship with them will likely become stronger and more trusting.

He will likely appreciate that they were able to share their past experiences with him and feel that they trust and care about him enough to be vulnerable with him.

This may lead to a deeper emotional connection between the two, and Atsushi may feel more secure in his relationship with his s/o now as a result.

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[Dazai]

He knew (as always) He wanted to use you because of that, but he finally fell for you.

Dazai is not the type to get jealous, but thinking about seeing you with Fyodor will put him on the edge. Dazai is extremely protective of you.

Sometimes... he feels like you might leave him for Fyodor...

He tries to be very loving, very caring and protective.

He has a soft spot for you,  he is very possessive and has trouble being without you.

He is also clingy,he is more physically affectionate than usual, he doesn't hesitate to shower you with.

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[Chuuya]

Chuuya would absolutely flip out over the fact that you're Fyodor's ex (dramatic choke on his expensive wine),

he'd have a complete mental breakdown, he's already extremely jealous, but knowing that his dear y/n was with a person like Fyodor... beforehand would only make his jealousy go up through the roof.

He'd be on edge all the time, he'd be pretty clingy, very possessive, wouldn't allow you to be alone with Fyodor, ever!

Extremely wholesome and sweet, yet quite intense. He tends to get very over possessive and jealous over her to the point where he can seem pretty controlling, but his heart is in the right place, his clinginess and possessiveness just stem from his deep insecurities and fear of losing the person he cares about.

But... he's a big romantic, who goes through great lengths and makes many sacrifices to make you when it's needed.

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[Akutagawa]

Well he would be very confused on how and why his s/o was Fyodor's Ex. Once he found out about it he'd probably try to figure out why they broke up and how long (or short) their relationship was.

He probably feels quite possessive, like he has a need of showing that now his s/o is his and not anybody else's and would be quite protective and a really jealous af.

After some time he'd probably still feel very possessive and protective, since they used to be with Fyodor.

He'd probably also be jealous as hell because why should his S/O stay with him when they also liked the rat man. (yeah he definitely calls him a rat man)

But his relationship with his S/O is overall not that bad, he's just very extra protective and clingy around them at times and also really really damn jealous.

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[Tetchou]

He would be in complete shock to say the least. He would feel that his s/o betrayed him by even getting with someone as dangerous as Fyodor.

That would also make him have a strong dislike for Fyodor. If he ever meets Fyodor, he knows he won’t be able to stop himself from trying to kill the man.

If it is straight after he found out, then he’ll have a cold and distant attitude towards his s/o, not really wanting to look or talk to them as it only brought him pain.

If it is after the pain has gone down, he’ll be back to his usual, more warm and calm mood towards his s/o. Still a little colder than before, but he’s trying...

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[Jouno]

Saigiku would constantly find himself comparing his s/o to Fyodor due to the thought of his s/o being previously together with him.

He would attempt to keep them close to him, refusing to let them leave his side for fear of them going back to Fyodor, to which he would get jealous.

As a result of these feelings, he would also act much more possessively and a bit more protective toward his s/o. As of now, his relationship with his s/o is more of a complicated, somewhat toxic dynamic.

Because of the feelings of jealousy, fear, and possessiveness, he has for his s/o, he can't help but act cold and snarky towards them while also keeping a careful eye on them, refusing to let them stray too far from him.

He wants to have them all to himself, which has made the relationship between them become strained.

His s/o, however, is not all that pleased at how the dynamic has changed between them.

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[Nikolai]

Nikolai would be quite insecure and try to compete (and get the better of) Fyodor to prove that he's the better partner for his s/o.

Nikolai would also definitely act more clingy than usual and try to cling onto his s/o to make his claim and make sure his s/o was really his, and not still interested in Fyodor.

Nikolai's relationship with his s/o is probably pretty good. Nikolai's a very affectionate and caring person, so he tends to be quite loving towards his s/o.

He'd probably be quite jealous, but in a cute way (it's a lie, he really wants to tear Fyodor apart).

Nikolai is a very clingy person and probably wouldn't leave his s/o alone, wanting constant attention from them.

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[Sigma]

Sigma knows that Fyodor used to have an ex. He also knows that Fyodor isn't the kind of man who ever had any romantic feelings.

Even though Sigma knows this, he still feels a pang of jealousy over the thought of his s/o and Fyodor being together at any point in the past.

Although he'll never admit it out loud, he always has that nagging feeling in the back of his head.

His relationship with his s/o is good, although he does still have a nagging feeling in the back of his mind about their former relationship with Fyodor.

He can't help but worry sometimes that if given the opportunity, y/n would choose Fyodor over him.

Even though he tries to push these thoughts aside, they still linger within him, and he has to work to suppress them. Despite this, he is genuinely happy being with his s/o and shows affection and love towards them.

[venerawrites]

I see Sasuke content I immediately follow🫡

I'm here to ask for childhood "friends" (more like frenemies) where they first met while he was still under Orochimaru (the reader being one of the many experiments Orochimaru just keeps for the sake of having but never actually uses so she's just hanging around the place without anywhere else to go).

The reader being the type that's not intimidated and likes to bother him, especially he's the only one around that's close to her age that's not batshit insane, in response to his snappy silly emo attitude? ofc growing up together in that place and some thoughts after they mature/like a time skip? if it takes a romantic turn or not it's up to you I'll like it either way :3 thanks a bunch! - a fellow Sasuke enthusiastic

author's note: that request is so sweet! I loved doing it and I hope you like it as well. I decided to do a friendly/platonic fluff since recently I wrote a lot of Sasuke romance, haha. Also, I saw "she" in the request, so I am rolling with a fem! reader. Thank you so much for sending your idea and I hope you enjoy! <3

"Whatcha doin'?"

"Go away."

Furrowing your brows, you tiptoed behind his seated figure, before setting your chin on his shoulder as you watched his rough fingers engraving kanjis on the blade of his sword. You studied the written symbols with interest, recognising the words "power", "revenge" and "justice". Due to the reflection of the candle next to you, you couldn't make the whole text of what he was writing, but what you saw was more than enough for you to form your opinion.

"You just made your weapon twice as uglier."

Sasuke sighed at your comment, closing his eyes as he tried to summon all the patience he had within. One could presume that he should be used to someone bothering him, given that during all the years he has been alive there has always been someone who tastes his patience.

First, there were the fangirls. Not dangerous, but really annoying and suffocating. Through the years the young Uchiha had to hide in the weirdest places, such as bushes, bins and even stacks of hays, just so he can avoid confrontation with them.

Then, there were Naruto and Sakura. Both of them equally bothersome and both of them people, who couldn't really avoid no matter how hard he tried. There has been more than one occasion during which he cursed the day he got paired with them in a team. To this day, he couldn't get rid of them, as they persistently followed him around despite him making it more than clear he does not want to go back to Konoha.

But him leaving did not bring him peace. Because now instead of the blonde idiot and the pink-haired weakling, he had to deal with Orochimaru and Karin breathing down his neck all the damn time. The girl did not bother him that much anymore - with time he learned to ignore her, zoning out every time she opened her mouth.

The snake-like ninja, however, was entirely different matter. Sasuke felt his eyes on the back of his head all the time, studying him, his movements, his behaviour. The Uchiha was nothing more than an experiment for him and he realised that. But he needed the power and the knowledge to defeat Itachi, and if having to deal with a creep was the price to p

"Honestly, who is going to read all that? Is your plan to bore your enemies to death or something?", your curious tone brought him back to reality and his fingers gently slapped yours as he saw the reaching for the blade. A small gasp left your lips and you retracted your hand, directing a small glare in his direction.

And then, on the top of the list of people who love to get in his space, was YOU.

You and him had an interesting... relationship. You were one of the many experiment subjects Orochimaru kept in the base after the conducting of his clinical trials. As part of the famous "Project 71" - a year long experiment during which the man tested the effects of different drugs on the system and the long-lasting results from daily usage. Many have lost their lives and while the snake-like ninja discontinued it years ago, he left the few remaining alive subjects inside the base.

Initially it was a mystery for Sasuke why you were chosen to be part of the experiment in the first place. You were not a ninja or a healer, you didn't seem to have any extraordinary knowledge or skills, and also came from a poor farming family from the outskirts of Suna.

"Do not underestimate the power of the ordinary civilians, especially the ones coming from the desert", said Orochimaru one day when he saw the young Uchiha watching you and the other subjects being examined by Kabuto, "They are capable of adapting to changes in a way even the most well-trained shinobi can't. Perhaps the strongest people are not forged by war of battles, but of the harshness of life itself."

His theory seemed to hold true. From all of the surviving subjects, the majority were ordinary people from Suna or nearby small villages. For 'people of science', like Orochimaru preferred to call himself and Kabuto, it was expected, yet exciting result. For Sasuke, however, it was another confirmation he needs to get out of here as soon as he reaches his full potential. And while he tried to stay away, it was YOU who found your way toward him.

The first time you saw him was the day of his arrival - a snobby and gloomy boy, who liked to produce noises of disapproval or disgust rather than use words to voice his feelings. Straight away you didn't like him - this place was full of freaks and a sad boy with a vendetta was no different in your list. However, the more time passed, the more you realised that his company is indeed not that bad.

For starters, he rarely talked. Sasuke liked to mind his own business and you could often see him going to train by himself or sneak out in the middle of the night. Where he was going, you didn't know. The one time you tried to follow him, you ended pressed against one of the cave's walls with his fingers tightly wrapped around your throat.

"If you value your life, stay away from me."

His words that night went through one ear and out of the other. Did you value a life in captivity, waking up every single day in fear if you are going to be experimented on again? Not really.

So despite your initial reluctance, the mystery around Sasuke Uchiha was drawing you like a moth to a flame. You knew his goal was to get stronger so he can kill his brother, but nothing else. Where were his friends? What was he planning to do after he killed Itachi Uchiha? Was he going to ever go back to Konoha?

You often voiced your thoughts and questions out loud, the majority of which he ignored. And while he didn't seem enthusiastic to engage in a conversation with you, he never turned you away, like he did to Karin or Kabuto, so you took this as a sign that you weren't entirely insufferable in his eyes. Probably sounded like a poor excuse, but in a place like this, being tolerated was the closest thing you could get to a 'friendship'.

And you desperately needed one. You needed human interactions without the fear the other person is holding a needle behind their back.

Surprisingly, even for himself, Sasuke also found solace in your presence. Even though you spoke a lot, you never crossed certain boundaries and you didn't pry into his past. Your chatter was mainly focused either on how bored you were or on trivial things, like the weather or Orochimaru's work. And while the young Uchiha rarely 'participated' in what was supposed to be a dialogue, there was a certain comfort in having someone around you who is not a ninja and keep things light. With you, he could allow himself to partially lower his guard and rest, away from the haunting thoughts of gaining power and getting his revenge.

"Anyway, I am bored", your voice brought him back to reality as you plopped yourself on his bed, while he continued engraving his sword.

"Not my problem."

A loud groaned escaped your lips as you laid back and started at the ceiling. Your eyes followed the few cracks which moved toward the wall, forming irregular patterns that reminded you of lighting bolts. Well, it seems even the protege Sasuke Uchiha is not special enough to get a proper place to sleep, which is not crumbling. Of course, his bedroom was way better and bigger than the tiny space you and all other experiments shared, but it was still surprising to see that great ninjas do not live in 'luxury' either.

There was a brief moment of silence during which Sasuke stopped working on his blade, before throwing a bored look your way.

"Why don't you go and bother someone else?"

You opened your eyes only so you can roll them at him, before letting out another groan. It was always the same thing with Sasuke - you would go and bug him, he would pretend he didn't like it and ask you to leave, but you both knew he didn't mean it so you wouldn't. It was a routine at this point, one which you were not sure if you could or even wanted to break.

"There is NO ONE else to bother", you say as a matter-of-factly, while lifting yourself on your elbows, "What are you writing anyway? Seems like a whole novel at this point."

Sasuke's hand paused and he closed his eyes, while taking a deep breath. He counted to five, before opening them again and focusing on his weapon again.

"It's not a novel and it's none of your business."

He heard the bed squeak under your weight before you flopped on your belly and rested your head on your palms, while facing his back.

"You are pretty boring for a friend, you know?", you hummed under your breath while kicking your feet back and forth in the air.

"We are not friends."

Instead of being insulted, his words made you grin.

"No need to be shy now", you chuckled, tilting your head, "We spend most of our time together, we talk... Well, I talk mainly. But you listen, so we are friends."

Sasuke finally stopped his works on his blade, only so he can turn toward you and look at you with a blank expression.

"We spend time together because you would not stop bothering me", he points out, before his eyes focused on your kicking legs falling back to the bed, "And do not get on my bed with your shoes on!"

You glanced at your feet, before turning your attention back to him and letting out a dramatic huff. Mumbling some incoherent things under your breath you reached for your sandals and untied the laces, before kicking them off your feet. Moving your gaze back to him, you raised a brow as if asking 'happy now?' to which he just let out a small 'hm' before turning his back toward you again.

"Do you want me to stop bothering you?"

Sasuke didn't acknowledge you or your question in any way, but at this point you knew him well enough to know the answer is 'no'. Even when he liked to act all grumpy and annoyed, you knew he didn't talk with anyone else in the base despite the attempts of other to strike a conversation to him. In a way that made you feel only special - sure, he was not super nice to you, but at least he never pushed you away or insulted you, like he did to everyone else.

Time passed and you stayed silent, feeling you may start to push his boundaries if you continued with your questioning. So you just laid there, humming a quiet tune under your breath, while your fingers gently followed the crinkles on his bedsheet. Finally, after what felt forever, Sasuke turned toward you and lifted the sword against his chest, his eyes carefully examining the result of his work. His dark eyes moved toward yours and he moved the weapon closer to you, so you can take a look yourself. You frowned, your attention dancing between his sword and his face, full with expectation. "What I am supposed to look at exactly?"

He scoffed, a sign he was starting to get annoyed, as he cleared his throat and pushed the blade closer to your face. You instinctively flinched back, confusion written all over your face. What was he expecting from you? A compliment? An approval? A commentary on his neat handwriting?

"Take it", he commanded impatiently and you did, your finger brushing against the words written on the metal. You could see the all of the words now, written from the tip all the way down to the hilt: "strength", "power", "persistence", "patience", "revenge" and finally "justice". Your thumb stopped on the last word, gently following each line of the word, before you abruptly pulled away and almost threw the sword back in his lap. His dark brow arched upwards as he caught it mid-air, his tongue clicking in annoyance.

"You could've handed it to me, instead of throwing it."

"Sorry", you muttered, yet there was no real regret in your tone. Sasuke continued to eye you with expectation and you met his dark gaze, determined not to cave under the pressure of his heavy silence. But the Uchiha had this invisible power about him, the one that made everyone else bow to his will, and after a few minutes you couldn't hold your ground anymore

"What?", you snapped, your patience wearing thin, "Do you want me to compliment your calligraphy skills?"

Sasuke clicked his tongue again, his eyes narrowing just the slightest as he continued to study your face. You were a smart woman - probably the smartest one here - despite not being a ninja. One of the things he always appreciated about you was the fact you often read his thoughts and feelings without the need for him to say them out loud. As someone who was not great with words, he often found this ability of yours comforting.

But now was not one of these moments.

Were you really not understanding what he wanted from you or were you just trying to mess with him?

"Do not play stupid! It doesn't suit you."

With these words he turned his back toward you again, before he started wiping the cold metal with a wet cloth. You stared at his back for a few seconds, before letting out a tired sigh.

"I just...", the words died in your throat, as you licked your lips while trying to formulate your thoughts in such a way so it doesn't offend him, "I don't really understand why you would do that to your weapon. We ALL know your whole existence is to find your brother and avenge your clan, and yada-yada-"

"They are not just random words", Sasuke interrupts you, his tone sharp. His glanced at you with the corners of his eyes and you immediately straightened up, not expecting him to take your words so seriously. Sure, he often gave grunts or eye-rolls as a response to your questions, but now something felt off. Almost, as if you somehow insulted him.

"Okay", you say slowly, moving toward the end of the bed, "What are they then?”

The Uchiha gently placed the weapon back on his desk, before turning fully toward you. His dark eyes bore into yours as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

"They are reminders", he says slowly, his fist clenching and unclenching as he moved his attention to his hands, "Of who I am... Of what I am fighting for."

You couldn't help but let out a loud snort, making him immediately look back at you with narrowed eyes. He should've expected that. For all the time he knew you, you often showed interesting and, sometimes, inappropriate reactions during serious situations. Were you always like that or did the drugs Orochimaru has put in you in the past somehow altered your brain chemistry, he didn't know, but he found it both irritating and somehow intriguing.

"What's so funny?", he asked flatly, crossing his arms before his chest.

Covering your mouth with your hand, you tried to stifle your laugh before your cleared your throat. Was it a smart idea to laugh at the second most powerful ninja here, after Orochimaru? Probably not, especially when you did it to his face. But Sasuke was Sasuke and you could not always take him seriously.

Not when he was taking himself SO seriously all the damn time.

"Reminders? Why, are you afraid you may forget your life goal or something? I thought you knew what you wanted pretty well by now."

With a roll of his eyes, he lifted one hand and flicked you against your forehead. You immediately winced and rubbed the sore spot, but your expression softened as you saw the edges of his mouth twitching just the slightest upward. "Idiot."

Without saying anything more he turned around, continuing his work on cleaning his sword. Once his back was facing you, you allowed the small grin that you've been holding back stretch across your lips. You stood up from the bed, making a few steps toward his seated figure before resting your head on his right shoulder.

"If that is going to make you feel better", you started, your eyes focused on the work his hands were doing, "I think your handwriting is pretty. If I was a terrorist or whatever type of people you kill in your free time, I would totally feel honoured to be killed by such a beautiful sword with such inspirational words written on it and-"

Before you can finish, he flicked your forehead once again, before moving his shoulder back and forth to get you off him.

"You seriously need to find a new hobby", he stated, not even looking at you, "Other than annoying me."

A playful laugh left your lips and his expression softened. As you were thinking of a smart comeback, he reached forward the bottom drawer of his desk before getting a small bundle of books, tied together with a red string. Your brows furrowed in confusion as you watched him hand them to you.

"What's this?", you asked unsure if you should take them or not.

"Books."

Sasuke turned his head to look at you while pushing the bundle closer to you.

"I can see that", you gave him a deadpan look, "But why are you giving them to me?"

Your question seemed to irritate him once again and he clicked his tongue, his head tilting to the side. You never seemed to stop asking questions, even when the answers were ovious.

"Because they are for you", he said before moving his eyes back to his desk. He felt your fingers brushing against his as you took the bundle from him, carefully untying the red string before you let out a small gasp.

In you hands were the first three tomes of "Handbook of the Trinket Maker". You saw one of the books in Kabuto's library once during one of your routine blood tests and the same evening you mentioned it to Sasuke, saying how you wished you could make something. As you were taken quite young by Orochimaru and the subjects here were not allowed access to the library room, you lacked both the knowledge and the skill of what is usually expected of someone your age. You learned a lot - sometimes by watching some of the ninjas train or going though Sasuke's notes - but it was not near as much as you wished to be.

But since that one time you have not mentioned it and you definitely did not expect for the Uchiha to remember and get you your own brand new books.

"Thank you... I..", you pressed the books against your chest, while looking down at him, "But why?"

Sasuke remained focused on his weapon, through his shoulders seemed more rigid than before.

"You said you wanted to learn. Hopefully it actually makes you find a new hobby", he grumbled under his breath, giving a last wipe of his blade, before putting it in its scabbard. You bit your tongue in order to hold back another smart comment, realising it must be way more awkward for him than for you. Sasuke Uchiha was not a man who did kind gestures and while his motivation did raise a question mark in your head, you decided not to question it.

With a soft smile, you landed a hand on his shoulder, gently squeezing it.

"Thank you", you said again, a warm feeling forming inside your chest. He hummed in response, before turning toward you and giving you one of his rare smirks.

"Just make sure you don't blow up the hideout", he said as he stood up, his body towering over yours. You rolled your eyes, but you could not stop the loud laugh leaving your mouth.

"No promises", you shrugged your shoulders as you started to walk backward toward the door. Once your hand was on the handle, your gave him one last look, your lips stretched in a grin.

"I will make sure to show you what I learned first thing tomorrow", you puffed your chest, the excitement of your new possessions and the opportunity to finally be able to do something buzzing inside your chest.

Sasuke only stared blankly at you, his usual stone faced mask back on.

"No need-"

"Yeah, yeah", it was your time to interrupt him now by waiving your hand in the air while you pushed the door open with your foot, "See you tomorrow, Sasuke! And don't forget... revenge, life, power... Uh... And whatever the rest of the words you need to remember are."

"Get out."

As you slipped out of the room, you gave him one last wink watching him shake his head at your antics. The door clicked shut and you hurried back to the subjects' room, your hands trembling with excitement that you finally had something yours. Something that can finally give your existence a meaning other than mindlessly walking around Orochimaru's base while waiting for the day he is going to get bored of you.

Once you were in the room, you hurried toward your bed before plopping on it and impatiently flipping open the first page. Your eyes immediately landed on detailed instructions and illustrations of various trinkets and even some weapons.

"Oh, I am totally going to blow this place up!"

cc artwork: Tobi Yong

[indras-wife]

Hi ! I love your blog and your headcanons. Thank you so much for giving us some good Indra content!❤️❤️❤️❤️

I really loved the Indra and the Uchihas waking up in a female body scenarios that you wrote earlier. Those were hilarious !

I was wondering if you could write a scenario where Indra and the Uchihas get bodyswapped with their s/o. I'm curious what their reaction would be- (especially when seeing their s/o maneuvering their body 😂)

Have a nice day ! 💞

Another day and another beautiful request about Uchihas from cute Anon🥹💖Thank you for cute words and for reading my writings. Yall give me so much motivation😭💖💖And I will keep writing about Indra till I die of old age😭💖💖

This time more stuff will be unleashed in this request so hope you are ready cuties💖I decided to add Obito too as a small bonus~ The more the merrier as they say😉🌙💕

Warning: Mature Content, mentions of Self Harm,

Indra

Whoever is making this man go through this will pay for sure. Not only he had to deal with the humiliation of becoming a woman and his family seeing it, but now he found himself in his s/o’s body early in the morning. What is this damn sorcery?

As much as he LOVES his body, he has lots of things to do in his body. And whats worse, he had an important council meeting that morning so he was very worried on how that would happen. His s/o is a smart woman for sure, but there are many things she doesnt know and he cannot have his reputation tarnished.

Busy in his thoughts, he decided to walk around the house, since his s/o lives alone. This allowed him to not be worried about someone seeing him and speaking. His s/o was a very chatty person, while he generally dislikes having conversations, be it long or short. He walked outside, admiring the beautiful sunrise but something grabbed his attention at the corner of his eyes. His s/o’s laundry…more specifically her panties that she hanged to dry

Indra loves his s/o’s style as it suits her perfectly. She goes for the aesthetic pink and nude colours, which make her features be more appealing to the eye. Her undergarments are the same: pink or nude, sometimes even black but not always. Seeing her clothes and remembering that he is in her body, he smirked slightly at the brilliant idea in his head.

He went back to her room and stood in front of a mirror. He has already seen her body many times, it was nothing new for him, but for some reason he had this big urge to inspect her body that was now his(hopefully temporary). The beautiful pastel pink colored robe was slowly untied, revealing her body underneath is. This caught Indra by surprise because he never thought he s/o was sleeping naked. He recommended it few times to her, but she absolutely refused to hear him. Maybe she decided to see what Indra meant by saying her to sleep naked, just to see the benefits of it.

Not focusing too much on the nakedness under the robe, Indra wasted no time in touching the blessed body he was in. Her boobs felt somehow softer when he touched them, and every small detail on her body that he somehow did not notice was right in front of him. His favourite marks of her body were the mole on her boob and her birthmark on her belly, both of which he loved seeing every time.

“I have some stretch marks…I am so ugly..” Indra remembered his s/o complaining about those marks, reaching to touch them on her inner thighs. Those marks made her very self-conscious of her appearance, not wishing to expose herself to him. But Indra loved those marks more than anything. He believes that stretch marks are just a proof that you are healthy. Contrary to his girlfriend’s belief, who thinks stretch marks are result of her gaining weight, Indra believes that stretch marks are result of her being in her final phase of maturity.

The more he looked and touched, the more he wanted to keep going. His mind was replaying their late nights love-making in the forest, how pure and sweet everything was. He started to feel warm and tingly especially between his legs. Is this what she feels…? His hand moved to his new body’s clit, fingers already skill fully playing with it. He always wondered what she felt when his fingers were inside her or when he was rubbing her, and now seemed he had the chance to feel what she felt. Of course, he would also use this playtime to understand her body better and give her the pleasure she deserves. As skillfull as he was, Indra believed there’s always place for improvement.

Madara

Soft pillows and his s/o’s scent all around him when he was waking up. One thing Madara loved the most was how sweet she smelled and now he could smell her as if she was right…there. Wait… He quickly opened his eyes realising that he didnt spend the night at his lover’s room so…why did the bed smell like her? No intimacy happened last night too…He quickly got up and…ah there was the catch. He could smell her scent because he was in her body… “Damn it..!” he said angrily, looking at him weirdly. He did not want to believe that this was actually him, that he for some unexpected way is in his s/o’s body.

This sort of adventure is not in his calendar. He was tired of the previous experience, but this is new level that he both hates and loves. Madara does not speak about this often but being next to his s/o is an undying desire. He made a wish last night to be closer to her, and maybe the heavens decided to do what he asked…? But they did it the wrong way. Seeing how the house was still asleep, he decided to dress up and leave the house as soon as possible. His destination? Of course the Uchiha compound, to see if his s/o is in his body or no.

His s/o, being more feminine, did not have many choices of pants and shirts as her closet was filled with beautiful kimonos and obis. But he had no time and no desire to look as beautiful as his s/o, so he grabbed whatever he could and ran out of the house. Of course, he stumbled into another issues as he could not be fast in this body or jump on the trees, since his s/o’s body is pretty fragile. So he had to walk as fats as his legs could carry him.

He went to the compound, entering it from the secret passage Izuna and his use often. Luckily for them no one discovered it yet so they could still use it. He went upstairs to his room quietly, opening the door fast and walking in.

“ Y/n, if you have my body we need to …” his words slowly died in his mouth from the scene in front of him. He saw himself laying on the futon, eyes closed and his cock in his hand. S/o, who undoubtedly was in his body, was enjoying herself..maybe even too much…She was so gone in pleasure that him entering the room and speaking did not startle her.

Madara, who was more than intrigued at this, stood by the door, watching his girlfriend enjoy his body. He could not blame her for pleasuring herself, after all its only natural that a body switch makes one intrigued to understand the new body they are in. Every touch feels foreign and new and one thing leads to another.

“Enjoying yourself I see…” he spoke, making Y/n stop her pleasurable activity. She did not notice how he or…she herself came in the room, but she was glad Madara was there. She knew what was waiting, seeing the fire in his eyes. “Yes..I am…Join me love…”she spoke, her voice full of desire.

She did not need to say anything else, as Madara was already taking his clothes off, throwing them on the floor without care and walking to her. Having his body switched was not a very desirable thing for him, but he was not against having this happen to him often. It gave him the chance to see and experience things differently now. He gained the knowledge of what sex felt for his s/o, how her body reacted to every touch and how different the feeling are for her.

Nevertheless, he decided to stop thinking about ways to switch their bodies back, as now he had another thing to take care of: his horny girlfriend.

Izuna

Out of everything that has happened to them, Izuna was not waiting for his body to be taken over by s/o. He had the opportunity of becoming female, but his body being switched with his girlfriend….was out of his imagination. He knew every part, every inch of her body so having her body as his own for some days was not as exciting as he thought.

But his genius brain came up with a very romantic idea. He grabbed a piece of paper and feather pen, dipped it in ink and started writing. He was sure that his idea now would uplift his girlfriend who has been little moody lately because of a small weight gain. Izuna knew how fixated she is on her weight, thanks to her family members who continuously remind her of every small weight change.

His girlfriend has been going through this abusive diet changes as long as he remembers: she would starve herself, eating only once in a day. This also impacted her self-esteem, as with every insulting comment from her family members made her feel unworthy and ugly. She even tried breaking up with Izuna once, claiming he deserved someone more beautiful than her, but Izuna stopped her, reassuring her that she is the most beautiful for him.

After spending a good hour or two on writing, he folded the piece of paper, put it in his kimono sleeve and exited the house. He was able to master his girlfriend’s way of responding to her family so when they asked him where he was going, a short and god explanation followed: “Going for a walk, It helps me lose weight”

He walked gracefully, not wanting to tarnish his girlfriend’s reputation as one of the most beautiful women out there. He was getting more comfortable in her body the more he walked, which he loved to experience. His woman was a truly blessed one when it came to her curves as she was curvy in all the right places. As he walked and reached the compound, he noticed her standing, in his body of course.

They quickly excused themselves and went to a more private room, to talk and discuss about their future doings regarding their situation. Izuna, who did not care much about switching their bodies back, took the piece of paper out of his kimono.

“My love…listen to me okay. It is sad we have this situation at our hands, but there’s something more important I am willing to tell you. I know how long you struggle with you self-image, how much you think that the toxic nonsense your parents told you is true. But its not. This switching of our bodies allowed me to do what I longed to do so long, which is prove that you are perfect. Here, take it and read this. Its for you” he said smiling. His girlfriend looked at him all puzzled, unable to form any sentence. She was in his body, but she could not help feeling nervous, a trait that Izuna does not seem to possess.

She took the paper, opened and started reading it slowly. Izuna took his time praising her and mentioning how beautiful and just amazing she is, how her body is gorgeous and does not require any change, how she should not listen to whatever her parents have to say, because as his future wife, she is perfect. Reading all of this brought tears to her face, a sense of happiness and fulfilment. They both hugged each other, his girlfriend thanking him for such words and reassurance. This was of course only the small percentage of what Izuna could do. However, as small as this gesture was, he was happy that he made his girlfriend happier.

Obito

Obito and his girlfriend do not know each other that much as others. They met each other on a mission, with Obito nearly killing her. To his own surprise, he decided not to and let her go. Soon he found Y/n following him around like a cat. He did not like it at first, but slowly came to terms with it.

Their relationship took years to bloom, starting with friendship. They had had rough pasts, both of them experiencing many traumatising events which made them close their hearts to the world. However, with small talks here and there, they opened up, talking about themselves and their goals.

Obito was usually busy with running errands behind shadows for Akatsuki, while his girlfriend was doing missions entrusted to her by Obito. They loved working together because not many words were exchanged yet they understood each other even from one glance: a rare type of connection.

This connection would prove to get only stronger when one day they woke up in each other’s bodies. A terrifying experience to say the least, considering they both had different activities for the day and could not do them without being in their bodies. While they both were trying to find a way to return to their original bodies, Obito on his end decided to slow down that thought because of some marks he noticed all over his switched body

The marks were obviously self-harm ones, which faded now and only the scars remained. He never noticed them before. In fact, he never even thought Y/n harmed herself. She was a very closed person and he simply did not care to ask. A stupid decision from his side he thinks. Upon looking into his body more, he saw more marks on her legs. These were fresh for sure, as they were still bloody.

Seeing those scars over her body made Obito sad. Why was she doing this to herself..? Why didnt he ever notice anything? Why he never asked her any questions about her pain as she was doing to him, He was treating her like a therapist, talking about his issues only. A selfish move by him for sure he thought. He had to talk to her, about maybe everything he felt which was anger, sadness and disappointment.

After a day, when Y/n finally figured out how to use Obito’s teleportation, was able to locate him and teleport her body to him. To her happiness he was where she last was: her hideout which was a small cave in the deep forest. Her legs took her to him when she suddenly stopped. He was sitting on the ground, eyes closed and head leaning on the wall. His fingers were tracing the scars of his arm, something that Y/n did not want to expose to him.

“Why didn’t you tell me about your..self-desturction habit Y/n” he spoke. Taking off the mask she was wearing, she walked to him. “I did not want to burden you with my problems Obito. You already had…enough to worry about. My struggles are mine only. Also I stopped doing that so there is no reason to tell you” she spoke. Of course she was not fooling him with her lie, because she knew he saw the new cuts too.

“Liar. You keep cutting yourself..you did NOT stop. Just why didnt you tell me damn it…”he arose to his feet. Of course in her body he wasnt as tall as she was now, but his energy was dominating even in that short body. She knew that she had no way out, so her only resolve was telling him about the reasons she started self harming. It was because of her abusive childhood. As a war orphan, she grew up in the streets which were full of evil people, looking to take advantage of anyone they met. She became a victim of those people, who took her with them, teaching her the skills she knew now. Of course, they were not nice and were abusive towards her, beating her and even one of them sexually abusing her for years. Self harm was her way out of the mental and emotional pain she was feeling, turning them to physical one.

Obito was hearing her talk, feeling guilty with each second for never caring to ask her about herself, about why she was always wearing outfits that covered her arms and legs completely even when it was too hot outside. He felt stupid even. When Y/n finished talking, he couldnt think of ong anything else but hugging her and saying sorry for being ignorant to her pain. He never thought that he would feel sympathy for someone, but his heart ached for that woman. They both were similar in experiencing so much pain and for becoming the damaged adults they were.

After Y/n’s stories, the two became much closer and shared more detail about them. They felt that the compant the other person was providing was comforting and making them feel human again. A feeling they both longed to experience. Obito now swore to himself to be there for her always and to look after her, hoping to help her escape the constant self harming attempts. The tragic experience brought them closer and closer, resulting in the petals of love blooming between them. Obito found a new reason to live on and Y/n found someone who would be for her always. They did not even think about their bodies. All that mattered was that they are together.

[nyoomerr]

Thoughts on Qijiu (as a ship or just in general?). I feel like when YQY or, rarely, the original Shen Qingqiu show up in your fics, they're treated pretty sympathetically, but I'm curious to know more on how you feel about them.

i've never really made up my mind about qijiu, tbh. toxic doomed yaoi VS tragic brothers VS two people who went through something awful together and since then have changed so much as people that honestly they really would be better off without being anything to each other...

in part my general non-commitment to a particular stance on qijiu is probably just a result of my general ambivalence to the characters themselves ;; i'll put my opinions below the break, so that no one has to see my lukewarm sentiments if they're keen on these characters (especially sj!sqq)😅

i often write yqy in a favorable light since sy!sqq likes yqy, but personally i think he's just... fine. i can tell i'm supposed to feel bad for him, but honestly i don't have a lot of sympathy or understanding for someone who feels so horrible about their own self that they then decide to... let somebody else act and feel horrible? i think he's got nice older brother vibes, but the fact that he knew about sj!sqq's abuse of his disciples and didn't intervene kinda cuts into his image as the 'respectable' one, for me.

for sj!sqq... he's a very complicated character, and an interesting character to me because of it. however, i love binghe VERY much, and in the end i just can't actually like anyone who is cruel to him.

at the start of my time in fandom, my opinion of him was just that: "he's interesting, but i don't really care to think about him very much because he was very awful to the character that i DO want to think about a lot." and because i didn't care to think about him, i also didn't care to tackle how complicated his character is - i honestly very frequently just used him as a convenient plot point for binggeyuan without really caring if it was OOC for sj!sqq.

but over time, i've seen a lot of sj!sqq fans who try to wash him clean in ways that feel very weird... as if there is this need to have him proven innocent of every single one of the crimes he was accused of, just because some of them were proven to be misunderstandings. in particular, i've seen this theory that sj!sqq only dumped tea on lbh because the tea was medicinal (??) and it was how he could treat lbh for his injuries (??) without breaking his character (??)... and i've seen this several times, from multiple different people, and all treated very seriously -- this isn't just one person shouting at the sky with this idea.

i guess, as someone who loves bingge when he's soggy and loves him still when he's insane and violent and awful, beyond just feeling like the fandom often misrepresents sj!sqq for the sake of turning him "likeable," it also just feels a bit cheap and cowardly 😂 like, sure, by all means, love that man! but, please love him while also looking the fact that he abused lbh in the eye.

anyway, so i guess tldr: i think sj!sqq is very complicated, and more often than not i just don't care enough about him to represent that correctly, but sometimes i see a take so Weird that it makes my teeth itch. 'raised by winter winds' was more or less the culmination of all of those moments - me going, "okay, let's just for once give genuine care and attention to how i represent this character, since if i want to complain about other people's misrepresentations than i had damn well better make sure i'm not being so careless with my own characterizations."

u can u up, no can no bb, and all that.

to circle back to your original question with all that context: i'm generally ambivalent to both yqy and sj!sqq, so i'm also generally ambivalent to qijiu or what form it takes. there have been a couple fics where i find moments that i'm really invested in them, because i do think that sj!sqq is a complicated and interesting character, but it isn't something i seek out.

[tojikai]

Part 7 might just be my favorite part by far.

I'm so happy the rest results were negative. And Good for Mr. Gojo getting ride of the Wicked Witch. Also I'm laughing at Naomi and her suffering, she deserves it but curious about what's going on with her family and why they moved around so much.

Oh and WTF Toji WTF. You can't go behind your girlfriend's back and talk to her baby daddy to make yourself feel better and because you think it best for her and daughter. You just need to worry about your own kid and communicate your issues with Satoru still being love with Y/N better and let her decide what's best for herself and Yui.

Anyways (dramaticly put on a tinfoil hat) I have theory that I know you won't answer if it true or not because it would spoil the spice and the drama but:

I have this feeling the Toji's mother is Mr. Gojo ex-wife which would make Toji and Satoru half-brothers (talk about Y/N having a type).

Mention Satoru's older brother so much in this part and I can just feel were be meet him soon (if my theory is wrong) and also his mom.

You also mentioned Toji's mom a few times as well which caused me to draw the connection.

Also it's not like anyone would really make the connection because if Satoru and his brother ever met it would have been when he really little so he wouldn't know what his brother looks like and brother probably wouldn't recognize him. Though I guess Mr. Gojo could be curious about why his first born and Y/N's boyfriend share a first name but he'd just chalk it up to a coincidence because different last names (I'm assuming Toji last name is Fushiguro but maybe it Zenin in this I can't remember you ever stating it)

Okay I'm done theorizing (Removes Tinfoil hat)

And on on final note this line right here:

Had me swooning. Like I've been flipping between team Toji and Team Satoru but damn I think I'm in love with this man.

Anyways bye for now and see you after part eight.

omg i just remembered that i wrote that line and whAT its now one of my favorite lines FDSJLSLSKS but yeah, hmmm that's an interesting theory👀 that would let the story escalate to a whole new level of drama :")) and i really liked writing the thoughts of satoru's father abt his rs w his mom. makes me really sad for him. living all those years, probably trying hard to convince himself that he could learn to love her for the sake of his remaining son :(( anywaysss thank u so so much for this, im sorry i took a bit to reply, i was so busy😭im grateful for the support always <33 take care~!!

[lazzarella]

And, after another torturous seven days have passed, we are graced with another stellar episode of my new favourite show! Huzzah! And that means it's time for more notes that no one asked for from yours truly:

- *Bill and Ted voice*: 69, dudes!

- Ooh, Doctor, your jealousy is showing! (And Yak totally clocked it too. You can see he's thinking about milking it—when he mentioned Yei—but he doesn't let it hang over them for long)

- now I'm curious about his mum/parents...

- Okay, if anyone sniffed me, I'd find it odd because it's not my culture but I think the Thai sniff kisses are sooooo cute :3

- (Seriously, though, I'm still not over Yak giving Dee the necklace like they're steadies in the 1950s, ahhhhhhh, will I ever be over it?)

- Cher, Yei and Kao all clocking the necklace XD

- 'Fuck buddy' lmao I was not expecting that! And it sounds so much cuter in a Thai accent

- Kao howling like a dog lol

- Kao knows what's up! (With the, so you're hanging out, only sleeping with him, etc.)

- I MISS YOU!!!!! And sending each other flirty texts!!!! sdfjsldkjfldskjfdlk

- How many boxers does it take to change a light bulb?

- Dee is so cute in that scene, btw, all feigned incompetence lmao

- ngl, I want to try black sesame soy milk

- Awww! Coming in with the clown nose to cheer the little boy up! But oh no :( (I wonder if that's why Yak and Dee dress in the tiger and bunny suits from the preview???)

- 'It feels nice to have someone ask if you're tired when you're tired' Oh!!!

- Just... That whole phone call! Their little faces!! They're soooo fond of each other

- Boy, those nurses are gossipy! But I think that's pretty accurate from what I know about hospitals IRL

- It's going by too fast D:

- Dee's stripy shirt is so cute! He looks like a little boy in the 1970s haha

- Dee has so many tchotkes! And, ooh, my mum has that same IKEA lantern lol

- 'It's not fun for me anymore!' :((((((

- I love that he says it's over between them but doesn't ask for the necklace back!!

- Look at that pouty baby!

- There's the briefest expression on Dee's face as he walks away that made me want to scream, Inn is SUCH a good actor

- Guess we're getting some hints at what happened to Dee's parents. Was it the siren that made him flashback?

- HOLDING HANDS!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!

- Seriously, though, Yak is concerned (maybe rightly so?) about being romantically involved publicly with a guy, but he takes Dee's hand when he sees something's off at the crossing???? He's so caring I can't take it D:

- Damn it, I want noodles

- Ugh, Yak feeding Dee!! I can't take thiiiiiis

- HANDS AGAIN! Argh. I'm such a sucker for a hand holding/touching moment. This episode really fed me, thank you <3

- Okay, but I could write an essay on Yak's facial expressions in that bridge scene!! Like... Holy hell

- COOKING TOGETHER! So domestic ;__;

- ...or not lol well, it's still domestic, even if the end result isn't edible right?

- Dee teasing Yak is so cute arghhhhh

- Why does he have spray paint???? Why is that a thing he just has on the table???

- Oh! They're so soft!!

- Nooooooo! Don't finish yet! How am I meant to survive the next seven days after seeing that preview?! Life is so cruel :(

[luvdalkxdlk]

Makoto Kagutsuchi Ideas

AAARGH. I finished watching Rain Code like a few days ago, and I'm still not over Makoto Kagutsuchi. He was like this absolute silly boy and then chapter 5 was like OMG. And then he became my top 1. Then, I went to fanfics, and then started writing a bit of my own although it's just ideas stage. I absolutely do not want to go deeper by publishing the stuff but I need an outlet and hope that you find the stuff so you can comment or whatever. If you want me to expand on some ideas, I will be happy to and hope you tell me your own thoughts because brainrot ain't going away and I want someone to talk to about this absolute madman. Peace Is An Illusion: Title comes from ideas when Makoto kept getting visited by the Peacekeepers. Honestly, I want to explore that especially with Yomi because the power balance and dynamic is just too interesting. I'm also curious about how Makoto got the Peacekeepers to turn on Yomi at Chapter 4 and while I have an idea, I haven't written far enough yet. Here's the first snippet for fun.

Makoto valued privacy but he really couldn't do anything when a certain group of people loved to break it. The only consolation he felt was that Yomi Hellsmile walked in on Makoto Katsuguchi exploding the kitchen.

"What the fuck?!" Makoto had heard Yomi shouted when he turned around from the smoking oven and holding out a blackened tray to see unexpected visitors in the form of the Director and backup.

"Oh hello Yomi," Makoto took in stride of such an unexpected and frankly unwelcome drop in, "I was just trying to bake cookies for myself. Since you are here, would you like to try some?"

He could see Yomi looking at the disaster of a kitchen and then the surprisingly normal looking cookies that resulted from it. Makoto could sense the apprehension and the hard refusal on his lips that would come up if Makoto had not continued, almost shoving the tray their way.

"Please don't be shy. What kind of host would I be if I at least didn't offer something to my guests. Before we start something, why not indulge on this hospitality?" Makoto asked.

It was easy to see Yomi warring between just upending the tray while calling it bullshit and just taking the damn cookie because this hospitality could also equate to slight servitude to Yomi, with Makoto serving him something. Petty, Makoto knew, but Yomi always liked being superior and if it meant indulging pettiness, why not?

In the end, just as Makoto hoped and expected, Yomi aggressively took a cookie, bit into it and then with an odd look on his face while looking around, he went to the kitchen sink and puked his guts out.

That would be disgusting to clean up but in Makoto's own childish pettiness that he wanted to indulge when he was born without experiencing it ever, it was totally worth it. -Totally funny too, not gonna lie but that's all I have for now. I want him to meet Seth, Martina, Guillaume and other Peacekeepers just barging in and explore everything with Yomi, about fear, survival and power balances, you know?

My Other Half and How I'm Never Made Whole: This one is more on the nose. I LOVE the dynamic between Yuma and Makoto. Original and clone dynamics send me and I just want to explore what could be love (platonically of course), hate, friendship, family, loneliness. EVERYTHING. I'm not sure how I want to go with this one but I have a nice snippet.

Thanks to the Peacekeepers, Makoto could never really trust his own subordinates despite his love for the city. Technology was far more reliable and less likely to betray, that even at the top of the tower he would have a far better worldview of this city than the Peacekeepers ever would. 

It was how he was able to keep tabs on the Nocturnal Detective Agency and their skirmishes against the Peacekeepers. It was thanks to gut feeling and deductions after the latest defeat against the Peacekeepers wrought from the Director's beloved right hand that he had found himself idling around the submarine they call agency.

He was unsurprised when the submarine blew up, unable to stop the destruction even when he was able to. He would not ruin the delicate balance that he had with the Peacekeepers, not yet considering Yomi's unpredictability and volatileness. He had only managed to minimize damage, that will undoubtedly infuriate Yomi against Martina considering it was far out of his scope of ruthlessness. 

Whatever happens with the Peacekeepers will stay with the Peacekeepers for now, when he had bigger fish to fry... pun not intended considering the blown up submarine on the river. As a homunculus to Number One of the WDO, he had more faith that Master Detectives with amazing Fortes would undoubtedly come out of this unscathed considering the training they undergone.

He was far more concerned with Yuma, his original. Wiped off all memories, making a pact with a death god that he can be sure of considering his own, albeit outdated, memories and knowledge about the WDO and the mysterious death of the culprits so far with the one main factor being Yuma himself.

The original had lost way more memories than the clone had thought, regressing from WDO training and cases that had built him up to this day. Possessing more naivete and less survival skills than the day Makoto was born, the chances of his survival was at a lower rate that Makoto couldn't have. No matter how he felt about the original, every detective was useful to him in this current state of affairs. No matter what Number One had planned against his clone, he needed to ensure his survival.

The Book of Death was interesting, and only outsiders could topple the structure that Yomi was hellbent on keeping. Number One on the scene would surely ensure success, despite the utter lack of memories when considering Makoto's own success.

-I also have another snippet really separate, mostly to explain why we met Makoto taking a bath of all things: While waiting for Number One, or him going by Yuma Kokohead these days, to wake up, Makoto ended up going to the bath, cleaning himself up from the impromptu dive so that his original didn't end up swimming with the fishes.

My Love For This City and How They Love Me: I love Makoto, don't get me wrong. But do I seriously believe that Kanai Ward simply accepted the fact they were homunculus and just straight up voted Makoto as their leader. Nah, there definitely had to be some dispute because Dohya District and their hate on Amaterasu although it was more on the Peacekeepers, and even at the epilogue, I think there is some dissent but I also believe that Makoto had done enough to earn the belief that made him their leader too. I love him, but I want explanations, you know? So it's completely plausible a lot has happened in the month-ish between chapter 5 and that epilogue. I have a snippet right here, about the time that Makoto was voted in as the leader, and he invited Kurumi up there, as an informant and citizen just to have an understanding why.

"Why would the people put me back in the CEO position? Why would you want me as your leader?" Makoto asked Kurumi, immediately after the results came out. He had invited her in his pent house, having tea and simply checking up on her after the incident in the restricted area.

Despite Makoto's high position as Amaterasu Cooperation, the company was never really a government to this city in the first place, having ushered a tyrannical era upon them thanks to the Peacekeeper's hands in the beginning. Only workers and a fair few people had an inkling of an idea who the CEO is and the rest had only been shocked, such as Yakou Furio and Kurumi Wendy, when the CEO of the big bad company had turned out to be a masked weirdo.

[I kinda want to put a lot of dialogue here but don't know how so it's a bit of a skip after a heavy conversation, yeah?]

Kurumi smiled, as if everything made sense but Makoto found it damning, somehow shouldering the fact that he had to continue this position, always in authority and decision until the rest of his kin could take him no more, was the atonement expected of his crime. A more lucrative one in comparison to simply giving himself over the UG.

Makoto might say he love Kanai ward and the homunculi might say they put their belief on him, but the words were superficial, with deeper meaning all too twisted underneath it.

After all, Makoto's love was not unconditional, considering how he would protect only the innocent but had no problem slaughtering criminals and getting rid of useful pawns for the greater good in extremely black and white thinking to preserve the city. 

And Kanai Ward's belief in Makoto was not for the person he was but for the experience and resources he had garnered as the perfect homunculus and CEO. For the blackmail against the UG for the better life that they had all desired the moment their lives turned upside down with isolation that he thought was for their own good and got turned around now with the newfound knowledge and the idealism that they could only improve from here. For his wits and genius that could be taken advantage for a better livelihood. 

It didn't hurt that unlike Yomi, Makoto was more affable of a person despite his workers having a taste of his eccentricities.

Makoto was far from stupid, knowing that his position was never out of love and belief, something that can easily be taken away if he ever turn the wrong path or was no longer useful to them. It was his atonement, to make himself useful in lieu of his crimes that had garnered some sympathy because they all knew he did this for the survival of his own kind but were still unforgivable for the utter lack of humanity even if it was to accommodate for the differences their kind simply had.

The city wanted to live instead of survive. It wanted to flourish instead of stagnate. Now that they know, they believed that they could turn things around. They had rallied and used Makoto as their banner. This time around, even in his position, he was not the only one holding the reins, with people who knew of their plight trying to use their own resources and knowledge that Makoto did not possess on top of Makoto's own.

'Let's see where this idealism takes us,' Makoto thought, unsure that it would even lead to a perfect solution because they still had the UG themselves to contend against but with the city in the know and on his side...

Maybe the original actually made sense with this proposal despite Makoto's own doubts. 

Little did he know, he was being observed by Kurumi who had a soft smile on her face when she saw Makoto deep in thought, his eyes always to the state of the city and that softening in his posture and eyes just at the sight of the city.

Makoto was by all means not perfect but considering their entire situation, the burdens he had carried for their survival was endearing and touching. Even through their shock, they had an inkling about how much Makoto had cared about them, about their kind.

Makoto would not know about this now, but although it was not smooth sailing, everyone came to an unanimous decision of Makoto's leadership, for one reason alone.

The obvious love for their city, and despite everything, that had been enough for everyone to give this a go. He might not believe that yet, but at least for now, the citizens do.

-I get it might be more complicated than that, but as Makoto said, homunculus had a right to live despite their defectiveness and even if they had commit monstrosities that they still have to wrap their head around, they never asked to be made. And yet, they still want to survive. Survival has always been a base instinct until it's not, no matter the cost. I think that's why Makoto had lived as the perfect homunculus and why Kanai Ward is still standing by the epilogue. There might be times where we want to end things, but more often than not, we still continue out of opportunities, possibilities, dreams etc. At least that's my take and I might be wrong, but simple idealism, I guess.

Can Never Be Seen, Can Never Take Off The Mask: I don't have snippets but I kinda want to explore how Makoto lived with the UG, how he realized he was a homunculus and that he was simply a doppelganger out of an original. How he started wearing masks because he didn't want to be anything like his original, down to the appearance etc. Something like that. What do you think?

Can Never Save All, And Thus Opposition Is Born: I think that the Resistance should be known more, and how they would feel about the CEO, who in their eyes, might be incompetent for letting the Peacekeepers have their way. How his sudden rise was suspicious. Or something. Makoto might love the city, but even with the power imbalances and the rise of Peacekeepers that Makoto had simply been too late to stop or could have never in the first place, that love did not reach deep enough to help the slums become a better place. I get that nothing is perfect, and Makoto might have his hands full as one person, only sticking to basic survival and preservation but it does make the love a little shallow. I don't discount what Makoto has done but I don't want to ignore stuff like this either. It's something that could be explored.

I See A Reflection But It Is Not Me: I AM SICK FOR MAKOTO AND YUMA DYNAMIC. I am utterly attempted to make a Gab version or Danganronpa Friendship reports, whatever, just to have those two interact more. Even if it would be borderline AU. Just let me do it T_T

No titles yet, and in the maybe but a part of me wanted to explore Fink the Artist, Yakou Furio, Makoto and Yomi. That whole debacle, because what do you mean Makoto introduced a hitman to Yakou??? OK, I know that Yomi had instigated, and Yakou went through with it despite the obvious trap? But Makoto fanning the flames??? I love Makoto, but I won't justify him I promise. He had done a lot of evil shit and he's still my favorite. Ugh... it feels like Kokichi Ouma all over again, but Yakou Furio was still not innocent in all of this. Even instigated or the flames are fanned, he could have turned back and find a better way than killing Dr. Huesca out of his wife's memory. Well, the whole thing was a total mess and it hurts. Chapter 4 still kills us all, and everyone is equally innocent and guilty in all this except for Yomi who can go to hell for this. Point is, I kinda want to imagine a scene with Yakou, Makoto and the hitman. Everyone's thoughts on the matter and despite everything, Makoto loves the innocent of the city the most and at that point, Yakou was. Even when he wanted to fan the flames, a part of me wondered whether there was a crack of doubt to make Yakou turn back from all this, an 'Are you sure?' and Yakou still doing it anyway. I mean, that man is insane because I could not believe going through mental trauma of getting poisoned, electrocuted (even if not in that timeline) and then just stabbed all in order for vengeance, in memory of his wife. That's just dedication. My take in all of it but Chapter 4 and the feels, yeah? If only one person had just stopped to think, except for Yomi coz he would 100% go through with it the bastard.

Well, that's it and I hope you leave comments coz I need someone to scream about Makoto with me. PLEASE. I'm still not over him.

[raccoonfallsharder]

Two totally unrelated questions to each other, but what media introduced you to gotg? Movies or comics? And how do you know how many chapers your fanfiction will have? Honestly I’m just curious it seems impressive to me that you have it planned out like this 👉👈

hey sugarcube, thank you for this delightful ask ♡♡ you're so fuckin sweet honestly.

question one! how i was introduced to gotg:

i was vaguely aware of gotg through some comics but it was the first movie that really made me more interested. honestly, in the ensemble comics, a lot of the guardians characters bored me. (this hasn't changed. i will skip any frame feature richard rider; he's so damn boring. and frankly i feel similarly about pete....sorry!). but i loved rocket in the comics and when the first movie came out i was like, yes, just like the comics, it's the fuckin raccoon and the tree who make this really worth watching.

then the comics started producing more rocket-and-groot-focused arcs and i got super-into it. the second and third movies also got me more interested in the other guardians-characters (love drax, love the gamora-nebula sistership, love yondu, love mantis, love all their energy together). so while i was aware of gotg from comics, it honestly feels like a combination of the two that eventually won me over.

question two! how i know the length of my stories:

i don't lol. sorrrrryyyyy ♡♡

but if it's helpful, there are a few things that sort of guide me. first of all, generally speaking, i won't start really writing a story until i know how it ends. hell, sometimes i start at the end. knowing where i'm going keeps me motivated.

i also have a tendency to see things really holistically (i have a sequencing disorder, which is also why i have a bajillion typos all the time), so the more i think about anything (but especially stories and people), the more i see how all the pieces fit together. sometimes with writing, that's a pretty clear/simple trajectory, which for me results in one-shots or triple-shots. but the stories that are longer and require more character-growth end up being more uncertain.

cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂is a good example. it starts with rocket and pearl colliding on the arete and culminates in a happily-ever-after. for me, an HEA means they need to resolve things with each other, find a family, and figure out what to do about wyndham. the more i think about how that would work, the more major plot-points i develop (currently about eight distinct "events") and the more incidents of interpersonal conflict, empathy, and bonding i imagine (too many to dissect right now). once i actually start mapping that out, there's usually about one chapter for every major event and/or incident.

that said, i originally thought cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂could be resolved in about 25 chapters (lol). so obviously, things have changed as i've started realizing how more and more things fit together. even now, i just drafted chapter 23 and realized it might need to be split into two because it's long - which might mean i end up with even more than the forty chapters i currently had planned. at the end of the day, for my longer fics, it's really more about estimating than knowing anything for real.

but that's writing, i think. nobody knows anything until it's done - and even then, there's room to change. it's all an exercise in accepting ambiguity i guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ♡♡

[maya-matlin]

This is probably an idiotic question, but how much do you think Chad/Sophia and Milo/Alexis being in love in real life and that chemistry naturally translating onscreen has to do with why you ship brucas and literati: not a factor whatsoever, a small factor, a mid-sized factor, or a major factor?! I never thought it impacted why I shipped either of them but, honestly, on paper both ships are 'eh' to me and the writing has me cringing at points, but somehow when I actually WATCH them my heart is like 'yup, no matter what your brain says, we want these people together' and I really do think the actors' chemistry factors into that a lot more than I had realized. (The reverse is often true too---like my brain *wants* to ship brulian because they're a 'healthier' ship and Julian gave Brooke her fairy tale ending and all that but my heart is like 'eh, sorry, just not feeling it.') I swear there are a few Gilmore Girls scenes where I'm like 'that's not even Rory and Jess---you can tell by the tone and expression that it's Milo and Alexis lol' and same goes for Chad and Sophia when I rewatch parts of OTH. So I would say the actors' real life love coming through onscreen influences my shipping both those couples a lot, or at least more than I'd realized before. I'm so curious what your take is!

I would personally say that the chemistry has a massive impact. Not necessarily the real life relationships, though I'm sure for some that was part of the fun. Oftentimes, when fictional couples turn into real life couples, both the on screen and off screen dynamics are shipped simultaneously. I mean, it especially plays a large role in terms of Rory's relationship with Jess and their continued popularity. Their on screen relationship didn't last long at all. Milo choosing to leave at the end of season 3 and only appearing sparingly after that meant Rory and Jess never got a proper second chance or even a semblance of one beyond one kiss in season 6. Yet, their relationship is massively popular and touched so many fans. It's the definitive Rory romance even though she dated both Dean and Logan for longer. While Jess got a big push considering he was a real character with his own arc and story lines as opposed to Dean and Logan who primarily revolved around Rory with little things happening in their lives here and there (Dean's failed marriage, Logan's constant battle with Mitchum) that Rory would typically be there to observe, it's undeniable that what they shared on screen can't really be described as a successful romance. Both Rory and Jess had good intentions, but Jess also had a lot of problems that he needed to work through. He genuinely loved Rory, wanted to make her happy, and seemed committed to staying together after high school, but then his personal demons got in the way. So as a result, Jess let Rory down and failed to properly communicate the things that could have brought them closer as a couple. But, damn. The chemistry.

You see little moments like this on the show and also out of context in so many edits. You almost forget how badly things ended. Because how can you not love them?! And back to the chemistry. It never felt as natural with Rory's other boyfriends. I think it was more believable with Logan than Dean, but overall this looked effortless.

Also, Chad and Sophia. Good god. I don't know specifics about Milo and Alexis, but by all accounts Chad and Sophia's short-lived marriage ended in complete disaster to the point it's widely speculated that it played a role in how the endgames played out contrary to what everyone behind the scenes claims. Whatever Brooke and Lucas were intended to be in any given season (and I personally think that during season 2 at the least they might have been endgame), their chemistry far outshone the official Lucas/Peyton pairing. It was just so raw, you know?

These are all different phases. Through their initial relationship to the separating/divorcing era to firmly divorced, that chemistry never went away. Even when the underlying subtext isn't supposed to equal Brucas, the fact their love was once real off screen meant that it never 100% went away. Lucas could say a million lines about what Peyton means to him and how he's never been happier, but it never packed the same punch as the look on his face when he's around Brooke. And I'm not stupid. This is not pro-Chad and Sophia. The man got engaged to a high school senior. I'm not here to debate his real life thoughts and feelings for his ex-wife. I'm also aware acting exists. But if we're talking about real life relationships and on screen chemistry, it's relevant. For them at least, what went down in real life made the love story between Brooke and Lucas feel real.

As for Brooke and Julian/Sophia and Austin, it's interesting how it all kind of inverted. This is a good example of how other times, what's happening in real life doesn't make a difference in regards to on screen couples. On screen, Brooke and Julian were perfectly fine. I'd probably say they had the most heat in season 6 when Sophia and Austin were still figuring out whether they wanted to be together, but the Brooke/Julian relationship overall never had the same passion and effortless on screen affection. It never looked as put on as Lucas/Peyton scenes, but it was never exciting. So I definitely see what you're saying. On paper, Brooke and Julian was the right ending. It was evident how much Julian loved Brooke and that they'd formed an incredibly strong relationship throughout seasons 6-9. But because of the differences in chemistry, it doesn't feel quite as impactful. With Brooke and Lucas, it's like their love for one another is so overwhelming and impossible to turn off even when they want to. With Brooke and Julian, they love each other and it's really nice to have that comforting love after years of failed romances. But it's not necessarily the romance that jumps out.

See, this is very sweet. They're doing everything right. But it's just not the same.

[becauseanders]

Ooh I'm curious, how do you write Aveline?

basically, with growth.

because the kirkwall crew is a family and i firmly believe they all help each other learn and grow, and i am standing by that. because it just doesn’t make sense in the context of da2’s narrative for them to not all be genuine friends who genuinely love each other.

so my take is probably going to be a bit skewed because i always play mage hawke, but i imagine that for a warrior or rogue hawke then aveline’s time with bethany could also work.

so pretty much i see the aveline we first met as being fairly cringe, yes. i mean, the woman married a templar, and i fully get and support that being a criticism. it’s not great, for sure. but that could have been ignorance born from privilege, and that doesn’t make it okay but it also doesn’t mean she can’t change and that wesley’s untimely death coinciding with her damn near straight up joining the hawke family doesn’t mark something of a clean slate for her.

but then she gets to kirkwall, again basically as a hawke (i mean, doesn’t she also get into the city through gamlen’s bribe connections along with the surviving hawkes?), and joins the guard. which is also…a thing, but i’ll get to that. but as a fereldan refugee in kirkwall, she should see right away what oppression looks like first hand. and while it shouldn’t take experiencing oppression to care about it, i like to think that she did start to open her eyes to the bigger picture as a result of how she’s treated in kirkwall. on two separate occasions jeven calls her “fereldan bitch” and “the fereldan with the orlesian name,” and the latter is spit out with every bit the same amount of vitriol. so now in a world where she’s not only experiencing being so grossly othered and treated differently for reasons outside of her control but is also hanging out with mages all the time, that ought to be a wake up call.

she also has a strong sense of justice, almost if not as great as anders’s, hers is just misguided. but it doesn’t have to be? maybe in the beginning when she’s still stuck in not knowing fuck about shit regarding the plight of mages, but by the end of act 1 she should have a pretty good idea of what three members of this found family she’s stumbled into risk every single day just by existing. and honestly? she should respect the living fuck out of anders for what he risks in helping people and what he means to other fereldan refugees. because she, albeit not to the same degree, should understand how hard life in kirkwall is for people like them. add that strong sense of justice and the compassion that should have grown from her experiences and her friends’ experiences, and she should eventually be able to see how fucked up the world around her really is. and maybe it takes a minute because she’s stubborn as hell, but as far as i see it she simply cannot live this life without changing her perspective on some things.

there is one point where she talks about not really believing in the maker and hawke can say, “but you married a templar,” to which aveline will respond, “i married a man,” as if to say his being a templar wasn’t really a consideration. and i don’t remember what act that’s in but i will acknowledge it is not a great look, and it isn’t necessarily an excuse but that probably gets entwined with grief and if you add a crisis of conscience because of her previous world view being turned completely on its head to that and how that could affect her grief…that could have been really interesting to explore! but we all know better than to think bioware would offer us anything that deep.

and yes, she joins the city guard, so it is with a heavy heart that i must acknowledge acab applies to aveline. but i also like to imagine that maybe at first she believed in what she was doing, but through her time with hawke (or bethany), anders, and merrill, she starts to recognize how what her job asks of her can actually be so very wrong, and that she adjusts to this accordingly. i think varric writes her the way he does so she can keep her job, because in my head she starts using her position to try to help people. anders makes a comment about her term as captain not being mage-friendly, but what if that’s just varric on his bullshit? what if she actually does let mages escape when they haven’t done anything wrong, and that’s why varric wants to protect her position? and she’ll kill templars with you if you need to fight any while she’s in your party, so who’s to say she couldn’t do that when she catches templar abuse while on patrol? so what if that’s why varric has anders and aveline at each other’s throats all the time, and maybe that’s why she’s so awful about things like the elves the arishok is protecting in act 2. (also she’s so mean to isabela because she’s jealous of her. which is still bad, but also something she can grow out of and apologize for. and then you also find them drinking and laughing together in the barracks at one point, so…bioware just really had no idea what they were doing, did they?)

and yes i know just about all of this is a massive reach, but i feel like bioware kind of forces us to reach with this game. like, if anyone in your party hates each other or actively works to hurt each other in da:o or da:i, then that still sucks but it also doesn’t make as little sense as it does for your friends to not be friends in da2. seriously, bioware, these people weren’t joined together for some higher calling, they’re just a group of lovable assholes who somehow keep ending up in world-altering trouble. but for them, unlike the other games, their companionship is about being friends first and accidentally being put in charge of fixing all of kirkwall’s problems second. we do not need it to be so volatile between them all the time, bioware, it does not make any sense!

and thank god for da2 being a tale within a tale and varric canonically being a huge liar, so we can take this story and do whatever we want with it, including making friends friends!

sorry this got so long, i just…have feelings, lol.

anyway, bioware’s shitty characterizations and character dynamics and general writing are so sad, alexa play “we are family”

[a-bucket-of-trash]

Hey my favourite Kelvin writer 🥰

I really love your analysis (and of course all the stories you write) of Kelvin and I was wondering what type of music do you think Kelvin listens to? And what style of clothes would result from that?

I have this idea (or more like a wish/obsession) in my head that he'd listen to rock and metal 😏 maybe not death metal but at least some metalcore and, probably due to me being a Rockabella irl, I so wish for Kelvin to listen to some nice classic and 50s rock while maybe dressing up slightly into that direction. You know those jeans, converse sneakers (or boots) and maybe a tight white t-shirt combined with a leather jacket or something cuter like a white shirt, suspenders and a bow tie. It would look so cute on him 😍

What are your thoughts on this? I'm so curious 😁

Hello Raven! The amazing writer Raven uwu a honor! ♥

Do you want me to analize and do THEORIES? AGAIN? I sadly can't do that now... I'm actually too busy to OK HEAR ME OUT

I fully damn agree with you and is fully my headcannon. With the 0.5% of what we can hear of the music he is listening on the helicopter, it have a rhythm more inclined to the rock side, specially since we can listening what it seems to be the drums. Also, as a metal head myself, we can't literally don't listening some rock in a place so metal as a fucking helicopter, I mean, come on, is like say that you love candies and you don't eat one in a trip. Also there is nothing more metal and rad and punk that just listen rock in a middle of a mission as you give 43 fucks about the orders?

He is like "pfff orders? I will see what the fuck I do on land, let me smash this blast against my ears OMG I'M DEAF NOW, what they said about don't hear metal too high to not break my ears was TRUE!"

He seems like rock- punk rock for me, probably some metal in his hard days, specially glam metal like Motley Crue. He also seems to have a (very obvious) soft side, so I guess, in his softie days, he would be listening soft rock, some Queen and Bowie, and full romantics guitars songs country style to which he would fully want to badly slow dance with his SO.

And I think he would secretly likes 80's Disco. I mean, he have the face of someone who drink a beer more of the usual and end crying af and half bad singing Total Eclipse Of The Heart by Bonnie Tyler. Kelvin is the kind of dude who play (badly) to be a hardcore but sing "I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world ♫" with the headphones at max, vacumming the living room, dressed in dark colors with the pastel color apron of his wife/partner.

Kelvin is the kind of dude who will say that certain pop song is too mainstream for his taste but will have it hidden in an album in Spotify. He would pretend is too metal punk pure blood but will have a favorite reggaeton, and he will love it, and dance it hidden in the bathroom as try to twerk to the mirror.

He would listen a variety of genders because he loves music, but he would never confess it because he have a hard appearance to maintain (even when he is a softie, but well, mostly of the most metal punk heads are fucking softies).

And clothes? SAME, VERY AGREE. Early rock style, very Travolta style (I think he would be a mega fan of the movies of the young Travolta, like Saturday Night Fever and Pulp Fiction). Specially if is in a "playfull party mood".

I think he would normally wear something cool and chill, but definitely with a leather jacket like:

In lazy/ too busy to be cool days, he would be pretty basic: hoodie and done, move on. But his wardrobe would be the most basic boring color palette, like, boy would have 25 shades of grey, black, dark blue and brown. A miracle is find something dark green or even red. Boring ass. Jeans, jeans jeans jeans... baby you have only jeans??? (he would say no and pull a pair of the most basic black pants ever)

He would totally have ONE good fancy jacket like this and will be the most formal clothes he can have (before jump to full wedding/funeral black suit that he would have because being militar he would totally assist to way too many funerals)

So... YEAH lmao I again get lost in the theories XD Was super fun tho! Thanks for the ask! I love you a tooooooooooon ♥

By the way, this kind of random crap would be also his style. Funny random unexpected trash that he would send you a Saturday at 2am because is drunk but is thinking about you.

[bradleysbradshaws]

I have been surviving on pure, distilled Copium for the past year and probably will forever. But here is how I have managed to rationalize not being on the Roosmav server, or at least not missing the sniveling coward I had once been while I had the privilege of being on there:

Bottom!Mav conversation: If I wanted to see bottom!Mav conversation that didn't result in fic, I could just go over to twitter. In the meantime, I should just be grateful that people still write bottom!Mav fic for me to enjoy, and I am very appreciative of that. My God, Fuddle's MommyMav longfic got me through some of my worst mental states with the amount of Mavussy-eating she included in it. I go over to that fic to decompress sometimes, lol.

Bottom!Bradley conversation: I never had any bottom!Bradley conversation while I was on the Roosmav server (I would cry and go scuttle away in terror any time a Tom Cruise penis would be mentioned going near a Miles Teller butthole/pussy - I was so lame, damn), so I simply don't know what it's like to have or miss it. I am very curious as to how I would approach talking about bottom!Bradley with other people now - I am happy to do it, as that has been my only topic of conversation with a couple of close friends this year - but I still don't know what it would be like if I were able to discuss it beyond a very condensed group of people. I hope I will have the chance to, one day!

TC channel: I've talked about it, but I squandered most of my time last year as a Tom Cruise sycophant, rather than being a Roosmav fan on the Roosmav server. I spent probably 90% of my time on the TC channel because it was the place I was least-likely to run into bottom!Bradley conversation - SO STUPID. But it's the same as Bottom!Mav conversation - if I wanted to see people talk about Tom Cruise's tits and ass that didn't result in fic, I could just go over to twitter. But tbh, it's boring, and I really do find Miles Teller more interesting to look at now. Tom is great to look at in a movie-star way, but Miles is great to look at in a real-life, this-is-the-type-of-guy-I-would-actually-go-for way. I love them both, but my heart and my dick belong to Rooster now.

So what I genuinely miss most are the personalities of the people on there + being able to share my art with said people (of course, I'm going to forever miss Fopps freaking out over my little dick drawings - that was my favorite thing to do, lol). I still am going to share my art, and it will all be graciously ignored, I know, but if I didn't still want to contribute things, I wouldn't be here.

I was also banned from the Writers' Lounge because - as always - I couldn't handle any bottom!Bradley conversation - and now the only thing I have been doing for the past seven months is talking about writing bottom!Bradley. Man - the way that I have had to forcibly 180 my brain to adapt - but I do think that this was all completely necessary because there was no way in hell that I could have kept going on in Roosmav as the person I once had been (this may be unfortunate now because I know they would rather me go away, but I still love Roosmav too much to give up on wanting to contribute to them).

[lucithornz]

Unsought is Better - Director's Commentary

Here are some personal thoughts now that I've finished Unsought is Better. Creating this post as much for myself as potentially curious readers. Another fic author I love made a “Director's Commentary post” and I loved the idea, so I wanted to try my hand at it.

The Concept

I have had a few omegaverse ideas rattling around for some months. But didn't do anything with them. Then I came across a few fics that a group of authors did called “The Wheel of Fate Challenge.” Where challenge was to randomly assign secondary genders for the main cast of DNF and write a story using that dynamic.

The collection of WOF works is here, my work isn't a part of it, but inspired by the challenge these wonderful authors came up with.

I love writing challenges, and my lovely beta reader had been begging me to write in omegaverse. I told her I'd write it to say thanks when I finished another work(different fandom). Well I did, and she was like, “Hey, spin the wheel.” We are both omegaverse fans, but she's got me beat in pure obsession for the sub-genre.

So I put the standard 3 omegaverse genders into a random spin app and spun for each character.

The results: Omega Dream, Omega Sapnap, Alpha George, Beta Karl. I did spin for characters added later, but these are the ones I started with.

Upon seeing this I was like “WTF am I supposed to do with this?” I very much enjoy stories with Alpha Dream and Omega George(I'm basic, but it's a classic). So reversing the dynamic was tough for me to wrap my brain around. Like in my head those designations fit their characters personalities best. So I had to figure out a way to write the dynamic and still make it feel authentic to characterization.

But something clicked a few days later. I'd had the idea of finding someone in heat in public with no other information, and ending up in an accident. Essentially those first two chapters are the inciting incident concept. I love the tension that creates. And I wrote the first chapter to see if it felt right.

My beta reader loved it, and said I better not mess up writing omega Dream, but that she was totally on board for the rest.

Chapter Commentary

Chapters 1 and 2:

This was my setup, the concept I'd had for a while just waiting to be used. When I got the random assignments this just felt right.

My intention was to contrast a really dark setup with people just doing the right thing. I think it's easy to see how horrifically wrong things could have gone. People doing the right thing, even when they aren't asked, was a big theme for me.

I did make sure to include tags to let people know that even though it seems dark nothing awful is gonna happen to the main cast. Because after I wrote the chapter I was like “damn this could be the start to a really good horror”.

The Twelfth Night definitely served as some inspiration in this piece. I won't go over all of the references, as I'm sure that will bore people. I had a lot of fun picking out quotes that applied to each chapter. The famous line “Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.” was the inspiration for the title, and just fit the story I had conceptualized so well. At this point it's a theme with me to include classical literature references in my DNF works.

Finally my beta reader very much wanted social issues for omegaverse included and explored in the story. I really like fleshing out my worlds, so that ended up being quite fun. This was more prevalent in some chapters than others.

Chapter 3 and 4:

These chapters include an idea I also wanted to play around with; that being platonic heat care. Plays into the “doing the right thing” theme, and also adds a lot of commentary about consent, especially in omegaverse. It was really important to me to show that who a character is isn't defined by their identity designation. I wanted to get into what happens when someone feels at odds with their secondary gender, how that affects their self esteem etc. And also exploring the ideas of consent of being looked at or touched.

These chapters also are where I really figured out how to make alpha George make sense to me. He may not be super aggressive or boisterous etc, but he is very good at caring and providing. Like he really wants to protect Dream and make sure he's okay. Once I figured that out alpha George made a lot more sense to me. So those are the alpha traits I really ran with for George.

Originally these were going to be one chapter, but I write a lot, so two chapters it is.

Finally the random alpha character was not my smoothest inclusion. But I wanted to have a diverse portrayal of all the genders, and up until that point alphas in society were being painted in a pretty bad light in general, so I wanted to show that George isn't “the token good alpha” if that makes sense.

Chapter 5 and 6:

The conversation where Dream explains what happened was actually one of the first things I wrote. I sometimes will write key conversations well before getting to them chronologically. That was the case with the Dream scene.

Both of these chapters were the hardest to write overall. Firstly because they are transitional in a lot of respects: the end of the stay at the motel, the start of Dream being an active participant in the story, and a lot more characters got added. A lot of friendship had to develop in these chapters.

Writing omega Dream was significantly easier than alpha George. I thought it would be more difficult, but when I actually started writing, the character came together quite nicely for me.

Fluff and humor are where I struggle the most as a writer. Every time I sit down to write knowing that a story calls for including fluff I write slower. I am trying to improve, but fluff doesn't come naturally to me. So writing a bunch of cute scenes in a row was fucking hard. Feedback was good, and I was so excited that the work paid off for some readers.

Niki and Alex were important characters to add for me, because they flesh out both George and Dream's lives. Like they had friends and stuff before meeting. I thought it was fun to mess around with different people meeting in different ways, but still finding each other in the end.

Chapter 7:

Oh what to say about Jared?

Something else I wanted to tackle in this fic is the way betas can have their own biases toward the other genders. I wanted them to be active participants in the omegaverse of it all, rather than being like the NPC gender.

Jared and Karl really serve as contrasting characters(which is where a little confusion on Sapnap's part comes in). Jared has a lot of ugly biases and expectations when it comes to omegas, while Karl has taken the time to understand his partner.

I think if anyone has known someone like Jared, they understand the way things panned out immediately. People don't start fighting, they let that painful tension drag out under the veil of politeness. I knew full well that may not be the most popular narrative choice. But I had a very specific vision for this interaction.

The conversation between Dream and Jared was another scene that I wrote way ahead of a lot of other stuff. That section I probably read and tweaked the most to get it right. It's another one of my favorite scenes, and definitely one I'm the most proud of.

I already wrote a post detailing how and why I went about the fallout with Jared's character, so you can find that here.

And Jared living in Everett is really only a dig people from WA would get. Everett is kind of memed as being the city that produces a lot of assholes. The city itself doesn't have the best rep, so it felt fitting for the character, and is a subtle dig. I made a lot of locational references in this fic, but when I was figuring out where Jared lived I was like “yeah, he feels like he's from Everett.”

Oh boy the steamy scenes. Yes if you've read my author's note on that chapter I wrote a full E rated version of events. I actually do this in a lot in my writing, write the smut all the way through to explore the dynamic between the characters. I almost never include it, as it doesn't usually fit with the rest of a work I'm writing.

With this specific fic I was very torn. I went back and forth about if the scene was good, if I wanted to actually go through with changing the rating on the fic. So I asked my beta reader, and she said she liked the scene, but that it felt excessive and might be a little out of place with the rest of the piece. When she put it like that I agreed. As I said, I am nervous about taking the step to include smut under my name(it is something I very much want to do), but I want to write smut that was intended to be there from the start, and is designed to play important roles in the plot/character development/relationships. This scene didn't do that, so ultimately it was cut.

Chapter 8:

This chapter contains my favorite part of the entire fic.

The phone conversation with Dream and Sapnap is my favorite. I loved writing it, I have re-read it the most. It just makes me happy, I don't know why. I just love those little character interactions between the main three there.

George's thought process was really important to me. It calls back to the stuff he was struggling with in the first few chapters. And also reveals a few of his own insecurities as well as underlying biases/assumptions. No character is perfect, and it's easy to make bad assumptions about the other gender, even with good intentions.

If this was going to be a 100k fic I would have drawn that line of angsty thinking out for like 30k more words. But that was not the case here, so they talk it out, and I had a blast writing their conversation.

Chapter 9:

Picture me trying to convince my beta reader how beautiful and tragic it would be if they drove back over the pass to take things to the next level, and got into a fatal car accident. Like the mirroring, the symbology, the ill fated decision to go back.

I was told that this was a romance and that romances have “happy endings”. I write dark fantasy outside of DNF, so sometimes my instincts are not exactly great. I write DNF because I love the ship, unfortunately the type of stuff I typically read and write is far outside of “romances with happy endings”. I will begrudgingly agree it was the right call. Sylith is the one who reins me in on my bullshit. And that's why she's the best beta reader!

Thank Sylith that this got a happy ending.

Additionally, I may be evil, but not so evil that I'd add MCD tag on the last chapter without warning. I do have a heart. But I won't pretend that I wasn't a little tempted.

I didn't change or add much to this story based on feedback in the comments. I stuck with my original vision for the most part, and was more focused on pleasing my beta reader. I added a few lines and references here and there based on some stuff I saw in the comments, but nothing major.

However, originally this chapter was only going to be the flash forward. But several people really wanted to see that Minecraft stream I'd said was happening, and I realized that I kind of set that expectation up plot-wise. To not include anything about it would be kind of weird. So I wrote the stream section and I think it came out pretty good. I did have fun adding Alex to the mix.

The flash forward is pretty simple. Gives a look at what their relationship has become, and what is in the future for these two. Of course we have the mirroring of the beginning. This started with a drive over Snoqualmie pass, so it will end with one.

Shakespeare

Obviously The Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare played a pretty important role for me in formulating this story. You might be wondering “What made you cross over Twelfth night with this DNF fic?” and to be honest. I have no idea. I've been on a binge re-read of the great playwright and something in my brain just clicked. The line “Love sought is good, but given unsought is better,” in Act III Scene I, is one of my favorite Shakespeare quotes about love. And it really fit with this story about a bunch of mistakes leading to people who might never have met finding each other.

This has also been a theme for me when writing DNF in general. I am a classical literature nerd(shocker), and for some reason the classic tragedies and romances really help me conceptualize writing DNF. The Hounds of Love pulled heavily from Ovid's Metamorphosis, and February 15th was themed around Jane Eyre and Rebecca(Really more Jane Eyre though). So I've just decided to lean into it at this point.

Any other Shakespeare fans who find this fic are either going to be losing their minds over certain narrative choices, or are going to be horrified by what I've done here.

Including quotes at the beginning was just fun for me. I liked pulling quotes that helped guide some emotional plot beats. Fanfic is fun because you get to be a little extra with a project.

Misc. and Final Thoughts

All of the locations mentioned in this fic are real places, and described pretty accurately. You could recreate this fic if you wanted(I DO NOT recommend that though). I won't list them all out because I'm not sure anyone will care.

I won't spoil all of the references I made in this fic. But if you're reading it and pause and think “Hey, are they making a reference on purpose to X piece of media?” the answer is probably yes.

Did I just write a DNF omegaverse fic incorporating quotes and themes from Shakespeare? Yup. Never would have guessed I'd be writing that sentence, but I couldn't be happier.

[riddle-me-ri]

ok so um either more harvey like this please or with uh line from prompts: "i'd hate to do this, but you're giving me no choice." because you do him better than me and i would like all of him so yes THANK YOU I LOVE YOU YOU ARE PRECIOUS TO ME 💚

A/N: asdfggh finnie ilysm it's the only reason I'm breaking my own damn rules lmao. The fact you like what little of Two-Face I have actually written to the point of me writing something for him explicitly is absolutely bonkers but anything for you 💚💚 

Please bare in mind, dear readers and users, I don't prefer writing for Two-Face/Harvey Dent. I like the character and all but I don't know him incredibly well. I'm just getting by with this because it's my general take on him lmao. So please, please, please don't request him. 

This is just a one off thing for a super close and dear friend of mine. If you send a request for Dent I will delete it. I'm sorry but them's the breaks. 

Also really didn't have any ideas for this one other than the wee bit I had from this set of headcanons. You don't have to read it, I'll paraphrase it here but in case you're curious rip. 

Trigger Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content (blowjob, overstimulation, piv intercouse, orgasm denial, rough sex) and strong language

Word Count: 2.0 k

Harvey Dent/Two-Face x Reader - Guilty As Charged

The intimate trial between you and Harvey was stuck at a stalemate. 

He had accused you of being far too gorgeous than usual, to the point of distracting him from his work.

However, why must you be punished for something that only comes natural to you? You reserve the right to roam freely in your apartment just as well as he did! 

Perhaps it may be easier to just concede, remove yourself from the ever growing tension and he'd be appreciative and all yours once his work was done. 

Be that as it may, the better option, you didn't want to concede. You wanted him there and now. 

You didn't doubt he wanted you too. 

"I'll make you a plea deal, gorgeous." Harvey smirked. His signature coin twirling in-between his rough thick fingers. 

"You be good, wait for me in the bedroom. I'll get my work done and I'll be all yours for the rest of the day…" 

You defiantly crossed your arms. "And if I refuse?"

A shudder ran down your spine when you heard his other side, Harv chime in. "Ima take you here and now anyway I see fit." 

Oh. 

Oh shit. 

You stood your ground. "Sorry, Harvey…no dice. I'm beautiful and you're just gonna have to deal with it." You smirked. 

Harvey sighed heavily, almost guttural. He shook his head, scoffing. He should have known better, you were almost as stubborn as him and he loved you for it. Even if it did make you a pain in the ass sometimes. 

He walked over to you around the coffee table in swift strides. Towering over you, he twirled a loose piece of your hair between his fingers, meanwhile he flicked his coin in his other hand. 

"We both know I'm guilty…" You mumbled teasingly. 

"Oh no I know, just deciding your punishment, gorgeous." He winked. 

You hummed softly, expectantly. "I'm certain the punishment will fit the crime?" 

The coin landed in Harvey's open palm. He flipped it onto his other hand for good measure. You watch his hands and expression, looking to get a read on the results. 

He cups his hand around the coin to keep you from peeking. Harvey clicks his tongue before sighing. 

"I hate to do this to you, sweet thing…but you give me no choice." He grumbled. 

Harvey pinched your chin between his finger and thumb. He leaned in and gave you a sweet, almost apologetic kiss for what's to come. Although both of you know, either of you are the farthest thing from sorry. 

"Get down on your knees, baby." Harv growled under his breath.

Well, time to face the music. 

You got on your knees but kept intense eye contact with Harvey. Instinct lead you to place your hands on his thighs, but waited until he gave further instructions. No sense in prolonging your sentence. When the both of you will get yours in the end. 

Harvey shoved down the sweatpants and boxer briefs he was wearing, already feeling relief in his groin. He had been getting harder by the minute as he watched you lounge in nothing but a oversized t-shirt and panties. Practically begging for his attention, knowing damn well he was going to be busy today. 

You bit your bottom lip to restrain the proud grin from growing along your face as his cock stood at attention just inches from your lips. You put your hands back on his thighs to keep yourself propped on your knees. 

“You knew better, knew I’d be busy…” He groaned, his hand folding over the back of your head. Fingers dove into the strands of your hair, he pulled on them slightly, like a jockey to the reigns of their horse. You winced softly at his tight grip. 

“And yet you insisted on having my full attention…well gorgeous, is this what you wanted?” 

Even if that wasn’t necessarily the truth, in the moment you were willing to accept it as a temporary motive. 

“Y-Yes, sir.” You replied meekly. 

His grip on the back of your head tightened, pulling the strands from your scalp that more harshly. Yet, you couldn’t deny the damp pool gathering in your underwear. 

Using his other hand, Harvey cupped the side of your face and aimed your lips near the bulging head of his dick. You swiped your tongue across your lips before slowly opening your mouth. Harvey took it as a chance to knock the wind out of you, by thrusting his cock into your mouth, his head hitting the back of your throat. 

Your nails dug into the skin of his thighs as you groaned around his cock, trying to overcome your gag reflex. As you attempt to swallow, your throat slightly constricts around Harvey’s head and it draws out a groan from him. 

You attempt to slowly pull your head away and barely perform a sucking motion, before Harvey tightens the grasp on your hair, causing you to whine around his cock. 

“We’re doing this my way, this is your punishment, remember?” 

You try your best to nod and muffle out a confirmation, but Harvey didn’t pay any mind. He gradually dragged his dick out from your mouth, painstakingly slow as air slowly started coming back through your mouth and nostrils. 

You groaned again as Harvey fully thrusted back into your mouth, head bobbing again against your throat. As he slowly began building up a pace of harshly ramming his cock into your mouth, you picked up tightening your lips and hollowing your cheeks every time he fully sheathed himself into your mouth. 

Harvey’s groans and growls were enough sign of not only his appreciation for your efforts but that he was close. You prepared yourself to swallow every last bit and not waste a drop of his cum. Only for him to remove himself from your mouth and remove his hand from the back of your head. 

You panted as you were able to finally catch whatever air you could, but you were confused. You swallowed your built up saliva and some of Harvey’s slick when you looked up at him. 

Harvey was heaving, catching his own breath as he tried to pull himself back down to Earth. 

“A-Ass on the sofa…now.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. 

You got up from your knees and sat down on the couch cushions, ironically where your alleged offense took place from the start. 

“Brace yourself on the armrest, gorgeous.” 

Your knees sunk into the cushions as your fingertips dug into the armrest of the couch. Harvey’s weight causing the couch to sink under his weight. He grabbed your waist, his touch flaming hot against your skin. 

His fingers toyed with the band of your underwear, before gripping it and slowly shedding it from you. If you looked over your shoulder, you could see Harvey’s eyes blown as he saw your slick absolutely pasted to the fabric. 

“I see…you’re not one bit remorseful for what you did…” He chuckled into your ear after he tossed your panties to the side. He resumed his grip on your waist, as his knee came up between your legs to spread them wider. 

You were a whimpering mess that couldn’t form cohesive sentences or a witty remark even if you wanted to. You just knew you needed him, that you were always guilty of. 

You gasped when you felt the searing heat of his cock head rubbing itself between your folds as it collected your wetness there. Between his strong heated body covering you, his warm fingers, and his flaming dick; you were already breaking out into a sweat. 

“Ready?” He grumbled just above a whisper before shoving himself fully into you, like he did your mouth just moments ago. 

One of his hands shot up to muffle your scream of shock, pain, and eventually pleasure. Harvey didn’t wait nearly as long for you to get accommodated before he started pumping his dick into you. Trying to catch back up to the speed he had going in your mouth. 

Your knuckles were turning white from the death grip you had on the couch armrest. You thought for sure you were going to leave imprints in the cushion. 

Harvey’s head came to rest between the valley of your neck and shoulder. You could hear and feel every grunt and gasp, which only turned you on that much more. He leaned in and began peppering hot kisses along your skin until he came to the juncture of your neck and shoulder. There he bit down hard, you could feel the skin slightly break. 

This only caused you to groan in pleasure more than pain, “H-Harvey!” 

Your walls continued to convulse. Tightening around him whenever he fully thrusted into you, especially so when he would hit your cervix. You could feel yourself getting bounded tighter and tighter by your nerves, about to combust, apparently so could Harvey…

He thrusted out abruptly and didn’t plunge back in like before. 

“No, no, no, no…Harrveeyy..” You didn’t care how pathetic you sounded, you were so close to that apex of pleasure. 

You whimpered as he bit down on just below your earlobe and the start of your jawline. “You must’ve forgotten this is a punishment, doll…”

“I-I’m sorry, I-I’ll be good, I promise…please, baby…” You whined pleadingly. As if you were trying to get out of doing a lifer’s time in the penitentiary. 

“Is that an admission?” He tapped the tip along your damp folds. 

“Yes, yes, I’m guilty, I’m so sorry, please…please…” You groaned. “I-I’ll be good, sir, please just let–AH!” 

Your pleas were cut short by your cry of pleasure as your cunt was occupied by his cock, once again. 

“This what you wanted?” 

You nodded so fast and hard your head could have popped off. “Y-Yes, oh God, yes…oohh please, please!” 

Harvey brought one of his hands back up to your face. He brought your face to the side to face his, he leaned in and kissed you passionately. As your tongues swirled, mouths vibrating from your moans. Harvey began thrusting in and out of you again, slowly but surely building the pace back up. 

His other hand went up your shirt and strongly grasped one of your tits, pinching the nipple there and rolling it in between his fingers. 

You thrusted your hips backwards to meet his thrusts, your walls tightening again, strangling his cock like a vice. 

“H-H-Harvey…mmm..I-I-” Your statement was cut off by your cries of pure ecstasy. Every cell in your body was vibrating just beneath your skin causing goosebumps to appear on your sweaty sticky skin. 

Yet, Harvey never let up. The hot friction, his cock fully splitting you open again and again, even after your orgasm. 

“H-Harvey! I-I-ah…”

“I know you’ve got one more for me, baby…make sure you remember this…” He panted into your ear. One hand went to grip your waist while the other met your mound. 

You couldn’t stop the tears as your nerves were electrified tenfold from your previous orgasm. You felt the knot in your stomach churn again, waiting to come unraveled. As much as you couldn’t stand it, you couldn’t handle it if he stopped again. 

A silent scream left you as you felt Harvey roll small short circles on your clit. Your legs and arms began shaking as you felt another numbing wave come over your body. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your body instinctively trying to pull away from the overstimulation, but Harvey’s grip made you ride every last crashing wave. 

Everything was white for a moment. Your vision a blinding white. White noise softly buzzing in your ear. No words, thoughts, or feelings except satisfaction and exhaustion began to overcome you. Whimpers fell from your lips as Harvey slowly removed himself from you one last time. His seed mixed with your slick slipping out from between your folds. 

You collapsed onto the couch, your back to the cushions and your head against the arm rest you were holding onto dear life for a minute ago. Your legs still shaking from the aftershock. 

You didn’t even notice Harvey had got up and retrieved a damp towel and water bottle for you. You flinched as he began wiping you clean. 

“Doing time does a number on you, huh, gorgeous?” He chuckled, breathless himself. 

You hummed, chuckling softly. “Something tells me the judge enjoyed the time served just as much as I did…”

Harvey scoffed with a side shrug. “Hm, guilty as charged.”

[its-tiamat]

hi hi!! i found your blog and i am falling in loveee >< your writing is so good and adorable aaahhh they're really fun to read too!! i see that the request is open, so... i'd like to request some hcs if it's okay heheh. well... so, i'd like to req hawks, katsuki, and dabi (is it alright if i request three characters??) with a s/o who is an airhead, sort of happy-go-lucky person, who likes to ask random questions like "what if the chicken i am eating right now was your chicken's sibling? or worse, mother??" when they're eating dinner.

i hope my request is not confusing >< thank you sooo much! I hope you have a great day!! 🌟🌟

|| WITH AN AIRHEAD S/O ||

ok anon, SO, beside thanking you from the bottom of my heart for all the kind things you just said, I LOVE THIS PROMPT. If you ever feel comfortable enough to text me, pls do it. Like, you just gave me a genius tier prompt and two of my fave characters to work with so I'd just give you the biggest kiss rn. Also, requesting three characters is super fine (It's the ideal number! I love you!) and encouraged, so I'm sure I'm working with someone you like.

Pairings: dabi × reader • bakugo × reader • hawks × reader

To be honest, at first Toya was kinda worried about you being such an airhead. But that also means you're comfortable enough to speak your mind around him, right? He won't complain.

You love the concerned look he gives you when you do or say something weird. "You were talking in your sleep last night," he said once, while you were having lunch at your place. "Huh? What did I say?" you asked.

Toya lifted his shoulders: "you turned to look at me and said: I realized why it's called breakfast, because it breaks the fast. I mean you're not wrong but-"

"Love. I was fully awake. I was talking with you."

"...ah."

Don't keep asking him which food he can cook best with his quirk, please. The answer is none.

He must admit it though, your questions made him so curious. He tried to cook bacon while you weren't at home once.

It tasted like coal.

Also let's not forget, he's still a villain. Thinking out loud, you once asked him what would happen if he donated his hair and whoever used the wig committed a crime, leaving his DNA on the crime scene.

"Honey," he huffed, "my DNA is already on half of the crime scenes in this city. Honestly, I wouldn't worry that much."

It kinda froze your blood. Welp. That's the good ol' fuck around and find out. Maybe if you ever commit a crime you should drop some of his hair to the ground. Just in case.

Bakugo used to be. So damn annoyed by your random thoughts. And his reactions are so fun that you tried to film them a couple of times.

"Do you ever think about the fact that the bus we are in is powered by decomposed dinosaurs?"

"No? What the hell, Y/n. Wait, are you filming this?"

"Nah, why would I film it? By the way, do you ever think that maybe the water you're drinking right now has been into like, someone famous? All Might, maybe."

Bakugo almost spat water over the old lady that was sitting in front of you that time. What the hell was wrong with your brain?

You couldn't deny it, annoying him is part of the fun, especially when you manage to break his tough exterior, taking him by surprise. He's been catching up lately though, and he tries to answer your questions.

"Katsuki? I have a question."

"Please, tell me it's not one of your weird ass questions, huh. It would be the third today!" He said, holding up his head with one of his fists.

"No, it's a serious one. You know how electricity runs through water right?" you asked.

"Yep," Bakugo looked at you, "another weird ass question. I knew it."

"How do fish survive when a lightning strikes the sea?" Bakugo's eyes widened. How did the fish survive? Shit, he didn't know either. With a groan, he took his phone "I gotta look this one up."

(just for the record, they don't survive :( the ones closer to the point where it strikes die because of the electric impulse, and more die because of the shock wave resulting from it. I was too curious and had to look it up too lol.)

Keigo, on the other hand, loves your stupid ass questions. He's so on board with that.

Mostly because his head is at least as weird as yours, so even when you ask him what his favorite brand of milk is, he has a straight  answer for you. Why shouldn't he have a favorite brand of milk after all? It's the one that complements better your favorite cookies.

You both startle each other with weird facts and questions lol. It gets to the point where it looks like a competition.

"What if the chicken I'm eating right now is the sibling of the chicken you're eating?" you blurted once while you were out eating at your favorite yakitori place. His eyes kept moving from his plate, to you, to your plate. "What if my chicken is the mother of your chicken? That would be even worse!" He exclaimed. You shrugged. "At least they got to be cooked together, right?" He nodded, and went back to eating.

You love how your random thoughts just make sense to him, and how your vibes are reciprocated.

Once, while you were cuddling, he asked you: "Y/n, don't you think some word just sound...plastic? forged? I really don't know how to describe it." You shifted in his arms to look at him "like, they sound fake?"

He nodded: "Like elbow, or aardvark."

"Like harpoon?"

"Yes! You get it, love"

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