#id maybe set something on fire idk

[hexcia]

13. First thing you’re doing in the purge?

hiding in my house and taking a nap!!

no one can kill me if i dont go outside

[mars-and-the-theoi]

Deity Letter Writing

Deity letters are, in my opinion anyways, a wonderful alternative to traditional prayer if praying is something you struggle with for whatever reason! Sometimes praying can be uncomfortable for me-for personal reasons, and also formality kind of squiks me out-but writing is something I’m very confident about! And it tends to come much easier to me than praying. I started writing letters about 3 years ago on a whim because I was just frustrated with praying not always working for me. And it’s worked wonderfully ever since! It’s a great way for me to be able to get whatever thoughts or feelings I’m having off my chest! It’s really no different than say if you were writing to a pen pal, or a friend, or whatever. It follows the same format and generally includes the same content (with some differences of course).

When it comes to formatting I keep it to, like I said, like a traditional letter. I start it with ‘Lord/Lady [insert deity name here]’ sometimes I’ll precede that with ‘dear’ but that’s totally up to you! (Which is another amazing thing about this, you can tailor it to your and your relationship with the deity you’re writing too!).

Then I follow it with a quick ‘introduction’ paragraph, I just say hello, tell Them how I’m doing, tell Them that I hope They’re doing well, little things like that. And again- you can tailor this to you and your deity! You can completely omit this section or add to it. Whatever you want.

I don’t always write to Them when I need something from Them but if you do I usually include it in the second paragraph. If I don’t I usually just tell Them what I’m up to, or that I saw something that made me think of Them, etc.

In the last paragraph I thank Them for well…anything really. Maybe for being in my life, or like with Zeus I may thank Him for any rain we’ve had, etc. to me this is the most important part as it kind of builds this certain…reciprocity (idk if that’s the right word but it’s the best way I can describe it) and also it’s just kind to do! I may also ask if There’s anything in particular they want from me or anything like that. But again- you can omit or include this as you please. It’s not a must.

I don’t always do a like…’sincerely Mars’ part but if you wanted to you totally could! Sometimes I’ll just do a little doodle or maybe a funny joke that I think They’d like, or a book quote that made me think of Them, etc. whatever you want really!

Now I know a major concern is ‘do They receive these?’ And my response is a resounding yes, at least in my experience. If you talk while you write you could totally treat it as a prayer! But I usually don’t and just like…’hear’ the words in my head as I write which is good enough! I usually just call whichever deity it id I’m writing to beforehand in the same way you would before praying or giving an offering! I usually just say ‘Hear [insert deity name] as I write this letter to you’ then go for it! And of course, you can alter this to whatever works best for you. I also may light (or turn on, I use electric candles) their candle and bring it over to wherever I’m writing or listen to Their deity playlist. Just whatever I need to do to ‘get in the zone’.

As far as ‘disposal’ goes, I have a little wooden locked box that I have that they go into! Then when my aunt and uncle do a bonfire I just take it over and toss the letters into the fire. But this part totally depends on you and your situation. You could rip it up, or shred it. Or set it on their altar. If you wanted to you could just write them in a notebook and keep them in there. Or you could do it on your phone! In your notesapp or whoever else.

[ravewing]

Erm hi, you should totally talk about Flames relationships with the other Jma students like idk, maybe Carnelian or Umber

HAII HAI HIII HI !!!!! thank you for the ask bro get ready for a yap session

ill start out with carnelian – flame definitely looked up to her, at least in the brief time that they knew each other. she was strong, respected, a soldier who fought under ruby, and flame wished he could have had that kind of control over his own life. he saw in carnelian everything he wanted to be– feared, honorable, a real skywing who grew up with her own tribe. he had none of that. being raised by the talons set him apart, and carnelian’s disdain for him was pretty obvious.

but i think that if they’d had more time, their relationship could have evolved into something closer, maybe even a friendship. and id like to think that shed form some kind of respect for him, too, especially after she learned about the things he went through with the nightwings. i think that she reminded him of viper a bit, too, which could've made him more subconsciously drawn to her (with viper and flame having the (imo) closest 'bond' of the alternates). back on them bonding – i really do believe that they could become close over time (after they both got over their defensive emotional walls of anger and fire) especially given how carnelian was just beginning to become accustomed to getting close w/ other dragons (namely umber who also i think would help them become friends).

on the topic of umber – i personally dont ship flumber, but i do think that the two would get along very well. umber has that calm, grounded energy that could balance out flame’s anger and frustration. flame, for the most part, lashes out because he’s never had anyone to confide in; he's never had an outlet for his emotions. umber could be that for him– someone who listens and helps him work through what he’s feeling instead of just pushing it down. over time, i think umber would help flame find a sense of acceptance in himself. flame doesn’t really know who he is outside of all the anger, but with umber’s patience, i think he’d start to figure it out.

i say this a lot and i literally have no reasoning behind it but i like the idea of flame and pike becoming friends. i can imagine anemone casting a spell or something to make pike leave her alone, so this pathetic little wet dog of a dragon attaches himself to the tail of the scary red skywing that hes roommates with. he’s this small, irritating little nuisance at first, constantly following flame around, but eventually, flame gets used to him. there’s something about pike’s persistence that wears him down, and over time, i think flame would start seeing him as a younger brother. in a way, pike would remind him of squid– annoying, yes, but also someone he deep down cared about, even if he never admitted it. flame’s not great at expressing that kind of affection, but i think he’d grow to care about pike in his own way.

moving out of jade mountain here– i think flame and winter becoming friends would make a lot of sense, especially after the events of arc 2. winter, in many ways, was once where flame is now– hating himself, feeling trapped in his own anger and trauma, believing that he was beyond redemption or love.

winter could help flame understand that his scars don’t make him a monster. he’s more than his past and hes more than what others have told him he is. winter knows what it’s like to feel worthless, to carry the weight of past mistakes and believe that there’s no way out of that darkness. and because of that, he’d be able to relate to flame on a deeper level– he recognized the anger and pain that flame keeps bottled up. i can see winter being patient with him, even when flame lashes out, knowing that the rage isn’t directed at him but at the world and at himself, because hes been in flames exact situation before.

i also think that flame and peril could bond over their shared experiences of feeling like monsters—flame with his scars and anger, peril with her firescales and as scarlets champion. both have spent their lives believing they were dangerous, unlovable, and defined by the destruction they caused, so peril would understand flame in a way that few others could. she could help flame see that being feared and having a violent past doesn’t mean he’s beyond being loved or redemption. also something something about all skywings holding some form of resentment towards peril and flame not having that inherent distaste about her because he knows what its like to be an outsider too

some other characters ive thought about interacting with flame (but not long enough to actually formulate anything of sustenance about) are pyrite, liana, nettle, and sora.. maybe another day ill talk about them lol. sorry if this seems really disorganized and cluttered, im super tired and just got home😭😭

[burins]

2024 WRITING REVIEW

tagged by @vechter !! thank you so much for the tag i will try not to be tremendously maudlin in response! idk if @timetoboldlygo @rolameny or @try-set-me-on-fire did a fic year in review already. Also if you see this and would like to do it genuinely consider yourself tagged I would love to see your thoughts!

number of stories posted to ao3: 7! although two of those and almost all of another were written in 2023. let's say 4.75.

word counted posted for last year: 27k (minus 8k for estate and 3k for unsent letters, so 16k. Which is frankly, a miracle)

fandoms i wrote for: fatt, dc comics, hxh

pairings: superbat, leopika, dinahbabs, alyarr. I also wrote a relatively high proportion of gen fic this year! 

stories with the most kudos, bookmarks and comment threads: everybody loved how cleanly, how quietly (the tim has friends actually manifesto) which is good because i also love how cleanly, how quietly. 

work i’m most proud of (and why): literally anything i got out this year was the product of blood sweat and tears for reasons i will get into later! I’m probably most proud of the silliest fic i published, my love sits patiently, the leopika chair fetish fic. this sprang out of a joke with some friends and rapidly became ungovernable. I’m always nervous writing for a new fandom about whether i have a good handle on the characters, but the entire process of writing this was just me sitting at the keyboard going teeheehee what if! and then putting that into the fic. I think the comedy hits and the prose is good and i managed not to make it too sad (always a danger) while still keeping the leopika sauce in there!

work i’m least proud of (and why): genuinely i don’t publish things I’m not proud of! the really id shit languishes either in my brain, my dms, or in my notes app. so I’m going to cheat by saying a fic i wrote in 2023 but only put up on ao3 in april. it’s estate, not because i don’t think it’s good-- i think it’s really good!! I gave myself a hell of a challenge in writing it (“oh i want to write a shirley jackson pastiche, from the POV of a character I’ve never written before, and also he is a child” <- words spoken by a fool, and a dingus. No one made me do this!) and I think I mostly succeeded. But because it was for a zine I had a strict word count limit, which meant i had to trim down the prose a fair amount and I think it did lose some of its effectiveness in that process. Someday maybe i’ll go through my gdocs and try to resurrect some of the bits I tightened farther than they should have gone. 

share or describe a favorite review you received: i got a lot of really, really thoughtful and lovely comments this year! I feel immensely lucky every time i write something and people like it enough to tell me so. Especially because writing was such a thorny thing for me it was deeply helpful to have people in my inbox going hey, i loved this. sometimes they did literary analysis! incredible shit!!! there are too many to have a particular favorite but someone just told me that they read to the morning come, the post-utrh superbat, a week into their DC comics journey. Which is crazy because that fic obliquely references the time the Joker was the Iranian ambassador, perhaps one of the stupidest storylines in comics. (In hindsight I could probably have come up with a different reason why Clark doesn't let Bruce kill the Joker.) I hope this person has a great time, and also I’m very sorry. 

a time when writing was really, really hard: ha. well. I don’t think this is what the question was intended to get at but for 90% of the year it was physically painful for me to write! my nerve pain came roaring back in december of 2023 and I spent months and months only able to pick at stuff a couple dozen words at a time on my phone, or trying to do bits in voice to text via a truly wild phone to computer situation, or just full of ideas rattling about that I couldn’t do very much with. I try to let it be what it is but it has been a fucking rough year and many many times it made me want to bite. I have ups and downs and I’ll probably keep having ups and downs! i hope this isn’t forever because i really miss getting to lose myself in prose. but at the end of the day we are all just working within the limits of the form and sometimes that has to be more literal than i’d like.  

a scene or character you wrote that surprised you: i was originally writing my love sits patiently leaning more heavily on the jokes. But i realized that it is much funnier and also much sweeter if leorio genuinely gives himself a chair thing because he is so horny and emotional about kurapika, so then i had to write them having sex where the chair was integral while not, myself, being into furniture in that way. (i respect our kink warriors it just isn’t For Me!) 

a favourite excerpt of your writing: i’m so pleased with all of the prose in unsent letters from the end of the world, yet another alyarr epistolary fic, but i’m particularly fond of the conclusion. I rattled around a little trying to figure out how alyosha’s voice should sound in these letters after everything he’s gone through. I was thinking a little bit of Leonard Cohen’s final letter to Marianne Ihlen-- there’s a particular certainty that comes with age, and I wanted to allow alyosha some bitterness while still acknowledging that of the various tragedies he’s witnessed, everything with arrell is probably not the top of the list. And also i wanted to stay true to the ending tone of spring in hieron, which is a story about the end of the world and the lives we make for ourselves anyway. 

What I mean to say, in a rather roundabout way for which you are no longer around to chide me, is that I write you to tell myself a story, to determine my own thoughts by writing them down. To make a story, step by meandering step. I did not begin at the beginning, and I have not ended at the end, but I have, I think, come to the conclusion anyway. I loved a false god, and I will never know what, if anything, He loved. And I loved you, Tutor, and you loved me, and it was not enough. But I also loved the world. I loved it enough to change it. I thought there should be something instead of nothing, and I made it so. I hope I was not wrong to do so. From my window I can see children playing, swinging from branch to branch. I do not think I was.

how did you grow as a writer last year: i would like to say that i learned to accept my own limitations and celebrated my victories (getting a fic out for multiple events, getting to a place where I could write almost all of my love sits patiently by sitting down at a keyboard!!!) but that is a Work In Progress. 

how do you hope to grow this year: i really do not want to jinx anything so i will just say i would like to be able to write sustainably, whatever that means for me this year. I suspect it will mean a variety of different things because what counts as sustainable changes from day to day! 

who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer, beta, cheerleader, etc.): really truly cannot say enough kind things about @suedeuxnim beloved friend beta cheerleader etc. thank you for cheering me on in my dms and keeping me supplied with cat pictures. also, separately, my wonderful spouse. this is a tumblr post, not the oscar acceptance speech, and i suspect they would find it embarrassing if i went on a lot but it makes every aspect of life easier to have a partner in crime. 

anything from your real life show up in your writing last year: funnily enough the chronic pain duo fics were actually written BEFORE the big chronic pain resurgence, and also they’re from 2023. (this has actually happened to me twice, and while i’m not going to stop writing about chronic pain it does feel like maybe i am a little bit cursed.) I wrote two fics about bruce’s parenting choices and their effects on his kids and I think you can do the math! No one gets deeply into batman comics because they’re normal about fathers. Oh, in more fun things, Tim’s calendar from how cleanly, how quietly is based on the very real Daikonic Moments calendar from Omega Mart, which was our 2024 calendar. If anyone has suggestions for a 2025 calendar lmk because we got one for Christmas but it’s all bad mullets and we are not hanging it up.  

any new wisdom you can share with other writers: i spent a non-zero amount of this year feeling bummed that i couldn’t write as much as I wanted, both because writing is one of my main hobbies and also because despite my cool and untouchable image (citation needed) it is hard not to compare myself to others who are able to write much, much, much more than me! But that is silly because I am me and they are them. There have been times in my life when i was the demon of productivity and times in my life when i wrote nothing publishable all year. So my wisdom (still working on the implementation part!!!) is to celebrate what you are able to do and not what you don’t manage. And also, write for yourself and your circle of freaks and you can’t go wrong. 

any projects you’re looking to starting (or finishing) this year: anything i can finish is a win! I have a lot of projects in the hopper from almost two years ago; who knows what will happen. I did sign up for secret samol so there will be a fatt fic forthcoming, and I also signed up for another secret project (no longer secret! I'm gonna be in the Bruce Wayne pinup zine) so there’ll be something else probably in early summer. I would love to finish my jaydick injury fic. i have a second chapter of dinahbabs handler sex, but that one involves a lot of disability feelings and i’ve been putting it off because i want to do it justice. maybe superbat amnesia will happen at some point but that’s so long (and has a Real Plot) so the likelihood is slim. I have a LOT of ideas about how leopika can have sex mistakes I’d love to turn into fics but also they’re just fun to rotate. we’ll see!

[sillylilho3]

Idk what I wrote but I kept going and now I got this......Idk what to do with it so enjoy!

Why does it physically hurt this much? Like a bruise or a pulling feeling. When I read of other peoples love. I want to be angery, I want to be mean and say how they won't last.....but I cant, because I'm envious. Green with envy, I crave it, I want it, I NEED it. I'm crying and down on my knees begging for what I know won't come yet, what I know the universe won't give me yet, waiting arms open for whoever needs me. Not wants me. Needs me.

ive let so many people in, i tried being everything they wanted and needed me to be......and they still left. I gave them what they needed in the moment. So i was useful to them at least, but never once did i want it to end till i saw that they didnt love me anymore.... I knew they didnt want to be with me, i felt it, i saw it, a few flat out said it. One cheated with someone of a completley different body type.........lets just say i knew they didnt even LIKE me anymore at that point. I felt like I was giving pieces of myself away each time. I dont care about the many of eyes that see or hear me in my pain, good. See it. Know Im hurt and know pain...... I don't care for the people that don't see me. Or worse only see me for what THEY themselves want. It scares me. Watching and seeing everyone and how they interact. Everyday I'm convinced love doesn't exist. Divorce is at the least 50% how marriages end. The amount of times I've seen and witnessed people cheat, or how one falls out of love. Or has a "hall-pass". I cant, it hurts. Everyone I know is divorced or unhappily married. It hurts to think of it, how ill never have love. I don't care for temporary love I want eternal love. I don't want a fling, I don't want anything temporary. Like I said I want to grow up and know each other and grow old together in love... I don't want to cherish something for a small amount of time, only for it to be thrown out later. I want to grow up and old together...... And it hurts so bad. Everywhere I look I just see hookup culture.....and it makes me nauseous. how most people don't even care to love......don't want to, To think all ill ever be to someone is some jerk off material....... It hurts, I want to share my mind and soul.

I want to grow my mind and soul..I want someone smarter than me. I want someone who's just as needy and possessive and OBSESSIVE as me. I need someone matching my crazy! Someone who matches my " freak". Someone to go play human bowling with! Someone to set fires with! Someone id run away from security guards with………

I want someone who needs me to be theirs so bad saying it isn't enough, a ring isn't enough, a baby isn't enough. I need their name on and in me, tattoos with little small hidden signatures of their name, tattoos with secret areas where if you look too hard, you notice sentences claiming me. Claiming me as theirs, numbing my skin so I "don't freak out too much" when they do it themselves cuz "why would i want or need anyone seeing whats mine?" And maybe giving me something so i don't move. Cleaning off the skin so effortlessly due to my unconscious frame. Numbing it, so I don't wake up. But when I do, ill have pretty little tattoos on me that I've always wanted, with little secret writing hidden in the tattoo claiming me as yours, showing me later when I'm gushing to my friends about it. Making sure I keep it moisturized and taken care of.

No arguments to be had. God forbid if I can't take the stupid argument anymore, I try to walk out. They wouldn't let me, trapping me with their body or simply just picking me up and not letting me go. When I start thrashing and yelling they warn me how they "only want what's best and how its in my best interest to behave." When I dont, eventually drugging me and "chaining me up" not with actual chains tho. That's be overkill for someone who's barely 90 pounds. Rationalizing with me. "What do you need sweet thing, cuz you're not leaving me..I've already made that decision." Caressing my tear stained face, "Nono hun, this isn't forever. Just till you understand your mine, your life belongs here. With me. I promise you, you can go outside, sniff flowers, do whatever you want. You just need to understand your mine. And ill do anything to show you" Caressing my body, even when I reject them, too angry to be in the mood. They'd sigh and take a step back, "I just want a family hon, is that too much to ask? I know your scared but your body was made for it! You'd look so pretty, tits huge with milk, belly full of my baby, or even after coming home with them on your hip, please! Hun I'm begging you. I know you'll be fine! Ill be here, do whatever you and mini want and need! Just, trust me...."

The type to "just remember" my period is on its way because of "how much time we spend together"..........even tho I myself have a hard time keeping track. Telling me/remind I need to take my pills, rather it'll be for my anemia, my period, depression or lactose intolerance. I'd know in my mind what each one would look like. Until he handed me a new pill. Different, when giving him a curious look they might just say, " they ran out of the brand I usually get you for ____" I'd chuck it up to that and take the pill without a second thought. He's my bf, my husband, my other half, my soul mate. They only want what's best for me. I'd trust them soooooo much. Little do I know they've been swapping my bc pills for hormone pills, everytime 1 hour after I take the pills. I slowly get more hot and tingly. I think it's just me and take off some layers, then the tingling starts getting worse, its like I'm on fire. Eventually giving up on whatever I was doing and heading to the bedroom, hiding myself under the covers embarrassed and grinding my cunt against the pillows in a fetal position. Whimpering, moaning softly and even crying. But they've been watching. My husband, my partner. Been planning and watching. Opens the door a crack and peers in. Looks in upon his little desperate puppy. Rubbing and humping on anything she can find. He'd step in, dropping his pants to the floor and getting under the covers with me. Shocked I'd stop and try to control myself. They wouldn't let me, setting me in front of them, looking down at the mess between my thighs, "awww baby, your so wet~ is puppys pussy crying? Huh? Does it need daddy to take care of it?" All I would be able to do is whimper while they lick up and taste my juices, prepping me for them, tongue fucking me. Flipping me over and completely mounting me, like I'm an animal. Arms around me holding me in place as he lines up and shoves himself inside me inch by inch. I'd be moaning, whimpering, screaming depending on how deep they went. His legs and hips keeping mine open and following my hips trying to stay connected everytime a thrust sent me running. Keeping me in place and breeding me over and over. This happening for weeks till he was sure his potent seed was planted inside me. Signaled by the increased size of my breasts and continuous grow of my tummy, our baby...

[macchiatosdumptruck]

Terry would 100% be into the feminization kink with Danny boy. He already treats him like a female coded character (which Daniel is written as many a time). He’d probably develop another fetish for seeing him in expensive lingerie, or a breeding kink. (“I should pull out, can’t have you getting knocked up with my kid now, can I sweetheart?”) He totally would be into dirty talk like “boy p*ssy” and “c*nt.” Titty play too. Bruh I swear this is why Omegaverse works too well for them. Terry’s just “that type” as is Daniel. Idk what happens in season 6, but in my brain they end up together lmaooo.

You know exactly what this is .

Absolutely. And it throws Daniel through a loop at first when he hears Terry call his hole a cunt, or his chest tits.

Daniel is very confident within his masculinity despite being rather androgynous when he was younger. It's the fact that he can embrace his femininity that upsets the Uber masculine macho guys who don't want to believe that Daniel is playing The Man Game right.

So he's skinny and pretty. He's got slim shoulders and a petite frame. He can't put on muscle. It's not a big deal. The girls don't seem to mind, clearly. And he needs whoever he's with to know that too. So when Terry starts saying things like "your pussy is so hungry for me." Daniel's knee jerk response is to fight it. Because that's not how it works. He's a man. He's got man parts. He's not looking to hook up with some self hating closet case who can't even admit Daniel has a dick.

But then Terry explains it. It's not about that. Of course you're a man Danny. I would never claim you weren't. I have eyes. I love every part of your body. It's a man's body. But it also has a cute pair of little tits. And what else would he call Daniel's hole if not a pussy? He gets it wet like one. It clenches like one. You know what a pussy is for? It's for getting fucked. And clearly Danny boy is great at that. Made for it.

So, maybe Daniel doesn't entirely understand it. And it makes his face burn when Terry says that sort of stuff, but he'd also be lying if he didn't say he understood the appeal of the taboo.

it must be nice to be expected to just lay there and take it all pretty. It was probably nice.

He respects women, he doesn't find it offensive, just strange and curious. Because he can't make the image of "woman" match the image of himself "Daniel." So Terry explains that's just something adults do in bed sometimes. It doesn't mean anything they're just playing pretend.

And over time he gets used to it. Terry never treats him any differently. He doesn't go easy on him during training. He doesn't act like Daniel is weak or incapable.

And it does feel nice to be pampered. Terry wants to do it. Terry wants to treat Daniel like his little princess, and it's not hurting anyone.

When Terry starts talking about breeding Daniel though, that Daniel realizes, maybe this is weird? Normal people don't do this sort of thing do they? This is something that if someone overheard he would have to just set himself on fire and live with the flames. It was mortifying.

But.

God, I wish I could knock you up for real baby. I'd keep you home all the time. You'd never leave the house you'd be so knocked up, always on my dick. You'd wanna give that to me right? Our own kids. Just think of it. We made them. They're ours completely.

And if Daniel happens to come extra hard when Terry is whispering these filthy things in his ear, grinding his cock up as far as it can reach, it's still just a game.

Daniel isn't a woman. He's Terry's boyfriend. But he is also Terry's special little princess, it's as plain as the day is long. And every time they do this Terry praises him so well.

So when Terry comes home, hands Daniel something that looks only like a slip of silk and a scrap of lace, and expects Daniel to put it on?

"Let me play with your princess parts like a good boy."

Daniel can only ever give in.

Sidenote: a few weeks ago I became obsessed with the idea of Terry spanking Daniel's taint until he pushes hard enough on his prostate from the outside that Daniel comes from having his pussy spanked.

Another idea: Terry asking Daniel if he needs his clit played with to come (aka his cock)

[azumasoroshi]

shizaya fights are cool

forever thinking about how fun shizuo and izaya's chase scenes are because they're always based on the environment <333 like fighting in a giant empty arena has always been meh to me i LOVE when fights incorporate the setting like the train/construction zone fights in shang-chi and any of gray's fights from weak hero and stuff like that

and the nature of shizaya's fights is literally them using every object in ikebukuro to try to kill each other with (including trucks) so of course there's a TON of environment interaction and even if it's not practical at all (shizuo probably could have killed izaya a million times over if he just punched him instead of...pressing his forehead against his???? or throwing the truck at him instead of backwards????) it's SO fun to watch

if i ever learn to animate properly id really wanna make another one of their chase scenes because explosions and fire laser beams are cool but vaulting off of sign posts stuck in the sides of buildings is even cooler

OR write about it in fanfiction, tbh shizaya fics skip over the fights too much or just have them running and cut to them being exhausted like MAN show your work give me the good shit or ill write it myself (that sounds like SO much more fun compared to writing 'he slashed the other's clothes with his sword, missing by a hare's breadth and scowling as the other rushed forward to compensate for his wavering balance" or something. maybe i tried too hard on that one but IDK I DONT LIKE WRITING FIGHT SCENES

they're generally really hard to not get repetitive for me but there'd be so much less repetition in a shizaya fight becase you're always moving and you can always throw new stuff into the equation so it's not just the same old movements over and over. and you can change locations too like what if they're fighting in an aquarium?? fucking uh oh dude

or like. them "trading weapons" would be fun, where shizuo starts throwing the knives he's acquired from izaya over the years/the ones he catches in his teeth and izaya like. im not sure what he would do but maybe shizuo launches a bunch of things at some ceiling panelling and they get stuck in it and izaya cuts them down and all the stuff falls on shizuo like stalectites and he has to run to get out from under it. that kind of stuff

i cant focus on anything else rn because i just watched this for like the seventh time this week and just hhHHHHH (it's mirrored but apparently it's from an ova so you can probably watch the whole unmirrored episode somewhere)

i love how ovas are usually for fanservice stuff and durarara fans' fanservice is full shizaya fight. they knew what we wanted and by god they delivered

[say-hi-intrepid-heroes]

holiday insanity asks (now I've got Virtual Insanity stuck in my head :'D )

what are your thoughts on chess? are you any good?

what about american football - does it tickle your fancy?

when brushing your teeth, do you start with the top row or the bottom row?

carrots: are there any meals they elevate for you, or do they just fill out the roster?

have you ever hugged someone and wanted to never let go?

thoughts on paper? (be it paper-so-thick-it's-almost-card, glossy paper, old-book-paper, freshly-opened-ream-of-printer-paper, tissue paper, fancy-notebook-paper). Have you ever used special paper as part of a specialist role like idk what paper architects use to draw out building diagrams on but I feel like that stuff's gotta be pretty fancy

do you especially like candles?

are there any interactions with birds you especially appreciate, either recently or when you were younger?

any resolutions for 2024?

have you noticed how the clouds at night seem to be lighter than the sky on one side, and darker than the sky on the other side? like a criss-crossing of two gradients.

secret handshakes - are they all their cracked up to be?

when was the last time you smelt the smell of lavender?

do you have a cooking oil of choice?

[ID:

Jonathan Frakes on the set of Beyond Belief: Fact or Fiction, looking into the camera inquisitively, while sat at a table full of household objects. The dark and vaguely gothic set behind him is washed out by bright floor lights pointing up at the camera.

/end ID]

started typing a buncha questions & then it started to feel like Jonathan Frakes Asks You Things so I reformatted some of the early questions :D feel free to ignore as many as you like - including all of them if you feel so inclined - hope you have a restful next few days <3

i can always count on you to send asks lol <3

thoughts on chess? hey it's fun, it's a cool game, but holy shit there are some overly competitive people out there. i love creative chess set designs tho.

american football? let me be clear: i grew up in the american south - american football was all anyone talked about. do i understand any of it? no. do i enjoy it? also no. will i take any opportunity to get free food? yes, and so i ended up going to a lot of superbowl parties. i don't like the sport however.

brushing teeth? i actually got up and went to brush my teeth so i could answer this question. turns out i start on the bottom left.

carrots? okay i gotta be honest i have a hard time getting behind the texture of carrots. i think it's because of that thing where a the force to bite through a carrot is similar to how much you need to bite through a finger? anyway the only thing i can really eat them in is something where they match the shape of the food around them (like long strips of them in soba noodles or shavings of them in rice are two things i can get behind)

have you ever hugged someone and never wanted to let go? literally any time anyone genuinely hugs me. (not those silly family greeting hugs - i hate those). but like if someone gives me a hug goodbye, or just out of affection, i physically have to be removed from the hug because i wont let go on my own. (im so goddamn touch starved but we're not gonna talk about it)

paper? christ dude i fucking cherish paper. it's such a mentally ill english major thing to say, but i love the texture of rough paper. i've never used special paper for anything (aside from maybe fancy paper in art class) but i absolutely love homemade paper. it's got such Texture and it's so nice to smell and touch and write in. any paper that isn't perfectly smooth, or has texture is so so good imo

candles? i love candles!! fire is so rad, and i love to use smells as a sensory transition from one project/task to the next. candles, diffusers, gum, and cooking are some of my personal favourite ways to do that.

birds? one of my only memories from when i was younger was talking to a bird outside my window. i just imitated it and it would respond, and this happened all the time. i love birds (as long as they aren't big. fuck that one bird in particular at the zoo) also i fucking love crows.

2024 resolutions? i want to find people to care for. (heads up: deep personal shit) i'm finally in a position socially where im able to be authentic and caring with myself, and now i can turn that care outwards. i've spent the last ~4 years extremely closed off, and im around new people now and want to change that. i don't know if this goal will manifest in a romantic relationship or just deep friendships, but i want to take care of people and make them feel loved in a way i never had.

clouds? YES. dont even get me started on clouds, i love them so much and i find this fascinating.

secret handshakes? i feel like a major part of the handshake is that you show it off to other people, and therefore it's not really secret. i've had my fair share though, so i can't hate on them too much.

last time you smelled lavender? literally right now. like i said, very smell-sensory-oriented, and i have a candle burning right now that has lavender in it.

do you have a cooking oil of choice? i don't use a lot of things that require oil as a major ingredient specifically, so if i just need to have something in the pan i'll actually try to use butter if the food is okay with that. otherwise, i'll kind of just use whatever i have.

[zzencat]

Hiiii

Initial -sh. Emoji 🤗 ( well I don't remember exactly to be honest)

Q- can I know about my career in which field I will be working

I love your pacs I think I sent that message in the previous ask

what’s good SH!!!! idk if you were an anon when you sent that in? maybe i answered it way back then (memory kinda doodoo rn) but i appreciate your love fam 😎👊 i hope you find some clarity in this. thanks for waiting!!

first and foremost tho, before i get into your reading, i just wanna say that you shouldn’t give up. believe in yourself a bit more, even when it feels lonely at times. ESPECIALLY in a time like this. (i got some extra info from your cards like 15 mins later and for the sake of privacy i won’t say it explicitly. but i’ll send crazy good energy your way 👊🔥) i also would recommend that you don’t dwell on negative thoughts too much, esp from the past or from your surroundings, and to try out more…selective hearing. it’s a term id learned while studying graphology, but it’s essentially choosing you want to listen to and filter out who you don’t. you don’t need that extra negativity weighing out the only light that you hold left in your soul. also, don’t let other people make decisions for you!! half, if not all, of our dreams are crushed by other people, or maybe it was hard to have one in the first place. i’ve picked up a lot of stagnancy and pessimism on your side, a lot of overthinking the same things and maybe adding a few perks to them, the cycle of rumination, thinking about the lows and how ungreen the grass is when you should be just as happy as everyone else! why can’t you have that too? it’s a bit unfair, isn’t it? with your current energy atm, you’ll have to charge through. a simple job would do—it really doesn’t have to make all that much. there’s a focus on expectations here…and wanting more. but i want you to focus solely on what YOU want. whatever brings you satisfaction and reignites your fire is the one your highest self would push you towards. if you’re unhappy with your situation, what are you gonna do about it? this is for you: “is that all you can do?”

also there’s a scene in a barbie movie (idk if you’re familiar w it, but i’ll mention it)…i think it’s the princess charm school one(?) but Barbie’s name is Blair in the movie, and she says something like… “no one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” and that line sticks out to me so much bc it’s so true. that even applies to ourselves. the mind is a very dangerous thing, but we have to train it, learn its language, and let the negative energy go.

AND LASTLY, i have no doubts for your future tbh. it says you HAD everything you need, which is past tense, so either you’re feeling hopeless and lacking the spiritual will for it, or you’re missing ingredients to cook the stew. but something creative would also do you nicely! you could make a hobby out of it if you already don’t engage in anything…artful(?)

some more advice for you: let go of toxic beliefs, don’t sink into hopelessness, and you are not alone. set higher standards for yourself and those around you. extra: separation from a place, thing, or person gives you XP for growth points to the game of life! don’t give up because of some losses here and there. there’s nowhere to go but up from here! don’t reminisce on the bad.

[boyslit]

THIS IS WHY YOU HAVE TO BE FUCKING CAREFUL TRANSPORTING MOTHERFUCKING EXPLOSIVES!!!!!! like

man idk the detonation is so sudden i feel like some sort of short circuit or something in the truck must've been the cause? unless too much heat built up in the trunk and it popped like popcorn??? idk with teslas garbage track record id blame the truck fucking itself up tbh

anyway. if i was transporting even consumer quantities of a DOT regulated hazardous material (Class 1.4G - Explosives, UN 0336) i would be extremely careful about it and maybe not transport it in a truck known for setting its own battery on fire? 🤷💥

There's a theory that the driver of the Cybertruck was merely planning on going to the desert to do dumb shit with explosives, and probably just stopped briefly at the Trump hotel. Honestly, he sounds like the kind of guy from my old friends group who would have planned on doing dumb shit with fireworks and assumed he did everything right, because he had the knowledge and the confidence. I don't think any of it was on purpose, it was just a guy planning a thing.

[loveinglymii2]

im going to say something and its gonna sound a little controversial but like i dont understand why mew wants top and not ray when ray and top are essentially the same person the only thing that sets ray and top apart is the fact that ray is a loyal person he may be an alcoholic and maybe do drugs (idk if he does but i think mew alluded to it in this past ep) but he'll never lie and cheat on you top and mew werent even together offically and top already cheated and he cheated over a video of mew kissing ray that was 2 years old i could understand if that kiss happened recently but its a 2 year old video before they even met and top is like *gasp* the betrayal!! mew has kissed someone and its not me?!!?! how dare he i thought he was a virgin?? and its like you can still be a virgin and have kissed other people i just dont get him i really dont and like i know that just bc ray is the better guy doesnt mean mew should like him but dont be surprised when you find out top literally hooked up with boston while he was pursuing you like its very much on brand for him also speaking of boston top is such a funny character bc that scene with nick and nick was like leave boston alone and top was all like yea sure whatever but just to let you know bostons nasty and its like so are you top you arent any better you sleep with anyone too youre not a saint either and youre probably worse bc youre looking mew in the face and acting like you didnt just hook up with boston an asking mew to share himself with you in order for you to stop doing drugs like hello?? and mew was all like i dont date those that do drugs but instead of making that an actually boundry for himself hes all like if you stop ill sleep with you huh?? and people are like mew isnt that innocent and hes manipulating the people especially top around him and if i was mew id try to make sure top wasnt just trying to sleep with me then dump me too like i feel like what mew is trying to do is perfectly ok bc id be a little cautious of top too idk he wasnt that cautious though considering i think he ends up sleeping with top in the next ep

basically mew waited all this time to hook up with someone and he chooses one of the biggest red flags (tops rival being boston in the red flag olympics) in his school and that baffles me im genuinely stunned at his decision-making skills but i also know you cant help who youre attracted to so just bc ray is the more loyal side of the coin doesnt mean hes the side you want to flip so and like if im being honest id chose neither but if i absolutely had to choose had no choice im picking ray all day every day i couldnt deal with someone as sneaky as top i couldnt id be worried everyday what that man is doing and the fact that he actively stole sands bf and isnt even with sands ex bf anymore tells me all that i need to know unless sands ex died and thats why he holds on to the airplane but if it was something like top cheated on sands ex too girl throw that man in a dumpster fire i couldnt mew is a better person than me although he does really know much about the ex yet and neither do we so

[cyborg-franky]

hey franky, i hope you're doing well! id like to request a drinking contest with any pirate crew of your choice! reader just chugs all night and impresses everyone cuz they're new or something. idk it's up to you, you're the writer after all!

(feel free to ignore if alcohol consumption is a sensible subject to you)

OH this one sounds so FUN tho I will tw warn it in tags for people who don't wanna see this.

+++++Whitebeard Pirates+++++ Ace - Ace is such a lightweight and he assumes you will be too. - So, when he challenges you to a drinking contest and you aren’t even phased when he’s at the point he slurs words he’s a little annoyed. - You carry on and on even though Ace’s has become a big ball of fire at least once already in hope of burning off his drunk. - You just smile sweetly at him as you look him in the eyes and chug another. - Someone has to step in before Ace sets fire to everyone and everything around him. Marco - Marco can’t get drunk and as a rookie, you don’t know this yet. - He loves to trick rookies into taking him on. - A lot of newbies would be getting tipsy if not completely wasted at this point and the phoenix is a little confused why it seems to not have even touched you yet. - Marco seems frazzled he doesn’t get to mess with you as you take another drink and make pleasant conversation. - He soon gets bored and mumbles your no fun and tries to find someone else to hassle.

Thatch - Thatch is a stocky and tall man so when you offer to have a drink off with him, he just pats you on the back with a laugh “Alright, maybe one or two, I’ll go easy on you!” - He soon realizes that he doesn’t need to go easy on you. - You can handle yourself and seem to match him well. - “You have to go against Marco and Ace. They’ll hate it.” He says with a cheeky grin as he pats you on the back. - Giving cheers and downing his pint Thatch decides there and then you’re his new drinking buddy.

Izou - By now Izou has heard from the other commanders that you can handle your drink and Izou takes that as a personal challenge. - He doesn’t think you can handle something with a real kick. - So, he’s more than happy to invite you to his room and have some sake. - Again, you seem to handle that well. - Izou furrows his brows as you down another cup, taking the fancy stash like it was cheap shots. - Sulks that he couldn’t beat you either.

Haruta - No one tells Haruta a damn thing and he rocks up to you and decides he can take you. - If you thought Ace was a lightweight you’ve seen nothing. - You feel good, cocky even, so you drink a few before he starts. - He even tried to trick you. - He gave you heavy stuff while he watered his drinks down. - You still drink him under a table, and you have the commander crying and blubbering drunk. - Other commanders hope you showed the prankster a lesson.

Vista - Vista is excited because he has someone who can drink fancy wines with him and not die after a bottle. - He grabs you one evening and you end up drinking wines you can’t even pronounce one after another. - Vista enjoys telling you about each one as you sip and savour the first few glasses before you guys just down them. - You become one of his favourite newbies.

[quaranmine]

Notes:

Guys I think I wrote more notes than story for this one (notes pasted from AO3)

This oneshot was inspired by Andrea Lankford's book Trail of the Lost that I listened to recently. The book is about searching for missing hikers on the Pacific Crest Trail, specifically about the searches and efforts being organized by the families and concerned citizens long after the main search and rescue ended. (Perfect book for Firewatch AU, right? I wish I'd read it before starting the main story! Alas, it wasn't even released until August of last year so I would have always been midway through the AU even if I had read it months earlier.)

I was very struck by one of the stories relayed by one of the mothers of one the missing hikers. She had been getting brunch with her friends one morning, and had to take an unexpected phone call, so she went to the bathroom to take the call. It was the police telling her they'd found an unidentified body that they thought may have been her son's, and that they would call her again with more information when they had it. She thanked them and then just...had to go back to the table with her friends. She spoke about the story in a jarring way, like that was her life now, a life where she was receiving phone calls about her son's potential body :( A week later they called her back and told her that DNA testing revealed it was not her son. Her son still hasn't been found to this day.

So as you can imagine, that little story had an impact on me, and I wanted to do something similar in this AU. I have tried to limit directly mimicking things that have happened in real life, and instead only taken inspiration, since I believe it is a little disrepectful to take real life tragedies and turn it into fanfic. This one's a little more directly related than a lot of my real life research.

For the 80s, DNA testing was not really big, so I decided that the body that was found was simply too old to have been Mumbo's. In a similar way, you may have noticed in Chapter 12 of the main fic that Mumbo was IDed with dental records, not DNA. The body that was found in this oneshot wasn't on Cloud Lake either, it was just close enough in the vicinity of the trailhead to be considered. As for the mining claim, I was wondering why someone might be wandering around off-trail in early April when there still might likely be snow around there. I wanted to pick a real Shoshone Forest road, so I stumbled onto Forest Road 448. When I searched the road I found a real estate listing for mining claims on it! (Cannot find this right now though.) The U.S. Forest Service operates differently than National Parks; the land in National Forests is legally cleared for "multiple use" so it is not illegal to do things like hunting, fishing, grazing cattle, etc as long as the environment is (allegedly) not over-burdened.

Tenative job offer -- the federal government issues tentative job offers (TJO) before giving you the official final job offer. During the tentative time you must complete a bunch of slow paperwork and an in-depth background check. Maybe it was faster in the 80s, idk, but in modern day it can take people 6+ months to be officially hired. This timeline is typically much faster for seasonal workers though because how in-depth it is is proportionate to what the job is. (And they'd need to get cleared in time for the season.) I liked the idea of setting a scene in the time right before Grian goes to become a fire lookout, and what it may have been like to have this plan already in his mind and be temporarily shattered by it being over before he even left.

"Why me?" - one interesting thing I like to play with Grian's very realistic sense of "why me" paired with this guilt of even thinking like that in the first place. This happens several times in the main fic where he gets guilty about making Mumbo's disappearance all about him, because he doesn't "deserve" to get to be upset that this is happening to him because something worse happened to Mumbo. But in reality it's just a very normal human emotion to be caught up in a miserable situation and not wanting to have to be the one it happened to :(

Anyway, I'm sure that this experience of Grian seeing that the Forest Service "was wrong about Mumbo being dead" has normal impacts on his ability to accept Mumbo being dead later in the summer.

Letters from the Lookout #3 - Losing, Looking, Finding, Losing

(HC Firewatch AU snippets, 1,397 words)

Grian receives an unexpected phone call a month before he's set to start his new job as a fire lookout. CW: death/body but no worse than anything I've done to you in the main story

April 5, 1989

Grian arrives home around 6 PM, feeling worn and ragged at every edge. He closes the apartment door behind him and just leans against it, head tipped back and eyes closed, for a moment. It is quiet, except for the sounds of cars on the street below. He’s exhausted and he has to do it all again tomorrow. 

He can’t wait to get out of here. The desire vibrates at the core of his being, extending out to all his limbs. He wants to pace until he wears a line in his living room rug. He wants to pack. He wants to pore over maps and make plans. 

He doesn’t want to go to work. Not tomorrow, or the day after, or the day after. He’s so sick of it that the very idea turns his stomach. He hates the job, he hates his assignments, he hates his coworkers, he hates the commute, and he hates his boss.

But mostly he hates how utterly pointless it all is. He’s itching to leave. He’ll be out of here in just a few weeks, bound for the enigmatic forests of the Shoshone. He starts his new life training as a fire lookout on May 1st. He’s got the tentative job offer in hand and everything! Only his background check is pending, and he knows there’s no dirt to uncover there. 

And he can’t hand in his resignation now, because he’s got to at least receive one more stupid paycheck. It’s such a shame he has to eat to live. He’d skip that part if he could. 

Then suddenly the moment passes. Life goes on. He leans down and quickly unties his shoes. He casts them aside at the door with only the barest consideration that they don’t become a tripping hazard later. He sets his bag on the coffee table, careful to not crush the papers that litter the table underneath it. 

He turns to the kitchen. He doesn’t want to cook, and he isn’t hungry right now, so he’ll probably just make himself a sandwich later tonight. He steps toward the kitchen to go wash his hands, but he notices something else that arrests his progress first. 

There’s a light at the answering machine, meaning someone called him while he was at work. Few people other than telemarketers call him these days. Nor do they all know to leave a message. He sighs, lifts the phone to his ear, and presses play on the tape. 

He freezes when the man on the other end starts talking. 

“Hello, this is Walter Holt from the Shoshone National Forest Supervisor’s Office,” the man says. He continues, “I’m calling to give you a brief update about your friend’s case. I informed his family as well today.”

Grian subconsciously leans forward, into the words. 

It can’t be good news. After a while, you get the sense for this kind of thing. A hundred little things might be off, from facial expression to body language. But now, over the phone, it’s simply tone. 

“We received a report yesterday from a person who was scouting land for a mining claim around Forest Road 448. They thought they had found human remains. Our rangers were able to verify this report this morning.”

Grian closes his eyes as the room spins out from underneath him.

“I’m calling to let you know that this is something we are investigating in connection with your friend’s case. As you know, his vehicle was found at the Cloud Lake Trailhead off of road 448 and he was last seen in the area. We have not made a positive ID yet on the body. I will call to inform you of the results. If you have questions, please call me back at…”

There’s another message that has been left for him. He hits play on that one too, without even thinking about it. Desperation creeps over him.  

Maybe it’ll be good news. Maybe they’ve called back to say actually, sorry, we made a mistake! Maybe it was all in a day’s work, solved and debunked before Grian even returned home from his job. 

It’s not—but it isn’t bad news, either. It’s just more of the same. Mumbo’s mum called to tell him about the same thing. She’s always been good about that after a few key incidents where the Forest Service seemingly intentionally left Grian off the contact list. (He’s not family and some people only apparently want to contact the family.) 

She sounds like she’s been crying again. He’ll have to call her back in the morning when the waking hours of their time zones line up. If he calls her now he’ll wake her up. Well, it’s more likely he wouldn’t wake her up at all right now, even in the middle of the night. He knows she barely sleeps. But he politely pretends to accept the lie that she is coping better than she actually is. God knows he’s the same.  

Grian sets down the receiver with a tightly controlled movement. 

Then he buries his face in his hands and tries not to hyperventilate. 

This isn’t real. It can’t be. He can’t let it be. His best friend, actually dead. Gone. Never coming home. 

And he’s, what—hearing about this from a phone call? 

This can’t be a real thing that’s happening to him. Mumbo always pulls through. Mumbo is always there for Grian. Why wasn’t Grian there for him? Why did this happen?

He should have been there. He should have gone with Mumbo. He should have reported him missing the very second Mumbo was late to check-in, and not given him a few hours’ grace period. He shouldn’t have agreed to let the search crew suspend their efforts after three weeks; he should have pushed them, he should have fought them, he should have thrown a fit and gotten Mumbo found. He should have quit his job. He should’ve stayed in Wyoming all summer instead of coming back to Denver when the official search was over. What did he think he was going to accomplish by going there now, one year later?

He should have done everything differently. Maybe if he did, he would have his best friend standing in the kitchen next to him right now. 

The only option is that it simply isn’t real. And if it isn’t real, then he can’t stop all of his efforts just because of a phone call. 

They don’t know it’s Mumbo. The man on the phone told him there wasn’t an ID on the body yet, which means it could be anyone. It might not be him. 

But if it isn’t Mumbo…then that means he’s still out there. Alone. Cold. Starving. 

Grian feels no relief at the idea that Mumbo might still be out there. Nor does he feel any relief at the idea this person who’s been found might be him. This is it, all the time. There’s no good option. Every single option that exists is just endless, wrenching, agony. 

If Mumbo is dead, then everything is just unthinkable. If he’s alive, then he’s probably suffering. Grian just wants the limbo to end so he doesn’t have to be here, thinking about it, but—not like this. Not like this. Not with a phone call and an unidentified body. 

In just a moment, a flicker of anger passes through his mind. He grabs the nearest thing he can see on the counter—a napkin holder—then turns and throws it into the floor as hard as he can. It bounces once, and breaks. He stares at it for a moment, and then whirls around and kicks the kitchen chair as hard as he can. It clatters to the ground. He pants. 

“Why me?” he says out loud to an empty room.

A few days later, he receives another phone call from the Forest Service. It wasn’t Mumbo, they tell him. The forensics team dated the remains to be far too old to be Mumbo’s, they say. They still don’t know who it is. The bones had been out there for years. Mumbo has only been missing for nine months. 

Grian doesn’t breathe a sigh of relief. He already knew it wasn’t going to be true. He just practices packing his backpack, and counts down the days until he leaves this city behind to find Mumbo for real.

[f1nalboys]

this is my ‘the collector’ live post i’m gonna edit it as i go and post it once i’m done so i don’t bombard y’all

-the mfs in the beginning deserve to die bc who walks around in their pitch black house 🙄

-ew these opening credits….. maybe i just don’t like the music choice but i’m like 😡

-ok so arkin knows the family i guess? idk

-he’s so sexy i want him so bad y’all…… i would FUCK him so god damn hard y’all wouldn’t believe it

-jill shut the actual fuck up PLEASE

-arkin why don’t you come in my box 😝😝 if u get what i’m saying babe

-his wife is kinda sexy hehe

-milf and dilf powercouple

-arkinnnnnn ur a little thief but ur sexy so it’s fine

-the collecter walks like a fruit i know that bc i walk the same

-waiting for the sexy sexy scene of arkin when he gets his face grabbed by asa and he looks breedable

-damnnnn he’s fucking michael up 😭 asa ur a lil monster fr

-15-24-7 everyone remember that ok

-most fucked uo thing asas done so far is breathe in that lady’s face bc i just know his breath is rank as fuck

-not arkin searching through all of the drawers like mf he SAID the bottom one. ur wasting time

-ngl to yall id get the rock and just fuck off there’s no way i’d even try to help these folks 😐 does that make me evil….it’s just like,,,, i can’t help! at all! i’d try but id lowkey just look for a way out 😭 i’d die regardless i guess

-ok maybe id try to help instead of just leaving but idk 🙄

-NOOO THE POIR CAT STUCK IN THE ACID????? WHAT THE FUCK THIS MANS EVIL

-this yalls man fr 🤔

-NOO THE CAT GOT SLICED IN FUCKING HALF I HATE IT HERE

-arkin yelling at the lady while she’s getting tortured LMFAO

-jill avoiding all the traps cuz she’s horny JFJSJDJ

-EW THE WAY HE LIVKED HIS LIPS WATCHING JILL GET FUCKED?,, FREAKAZOID

-there’s sm nipple in this movie

-asa is such a weird little freak LMAO

-THE BEAR TRAPS??? what is wrong w him omg

-arkin just leave babe y’all could not fucking catch me here any longer than that lol

-arkin is too good i don’t give a fuck abt that little girl tbh

-not them electrocuting the wrong guy

-also how tf is asa unable to locate or kill the little girl??? mf how many people have u tortured and kidnapped at this point???????

-RUN ARKIN RUNNNNN

-HES RLLY USING TGE MFS HEAD AS A BATTERING RAM

-r these noises fucking asa screaming??

-HERES TGE SEXY SCENE IF BREEDABLE ARKIN LETS GOOOOOO

-personally i think asa has too much time in hands like how long do y’all think it took to set up all those traps??? my man needs a hobby i think

-he only takes one fr

-sorry it happened to be u sexy arkin lover babe

-IS HE PURRING

-asa furry confirmed????

-i think there r nicer ways to wake him up rather than cutting his forehead asa

-no ass on him that’s why he’s a serial killer

-is he digging out his teeth w the chisel???

-i like the effects on asas eyes

-the way arkin had to be homophobic to get asa to come back and beat him up sir that’s the por calling the kettle black ain’t it

-i mean if asa rlly wanted to fuck him up he could’ve just killed the girl

-or try to get bugs to eat through his stomach, that works to i guess

-asas evil little dogs damn

-arkin let me fix u up babe plssss i’ll take care of u hehehe

-the random noises they put over asa is so weird like what is he doing

-is the dog gotta eat this little girl 😭

-arkin hurry up bitch let’s GO

-this is why i’m a cat person

-HE LIT THE DOG ON FIRE 😧

-the stuffed fake dog was rlly something tho

-isn’t there 2 open windows upstairs? why don’t they go through those???

-HAHAHA he got stabbed by the knife chandelier 😝

-HIS WAILS OF PAIN LFJWJCNWONFKWJDJSJS THATS SO FUNNY

-NOT THE POLICE CAR RUNNING ARKIN OVER COSNCINWIDJE

-wonder what happened to arkin a daughter and gf ex lady

-the added the scream from asa like he’s in the fire or something

-also this little girl has GOT to have extreme ptsd from this

-THE AMBULANCE???? also damn arkin was strapped in tight tryna save the emt

-asa is so extra taking arkin w him like man u could’ve just killed him then and there 🙄

-how tf did he survive the knife thing tho 🤔 if it was anyone else they’d be deadzo…. anyways time to go watch the collection hehe

[wangxianficrecs]

Fic Finder

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1.  Hi, I'm looking for an Untamed fic, maybe you'll be able to help. It's a canon divergence AU in which WWX doesn't lose his core, Jiang Fengmian lives and it's implied that his core was transferred to JC (heavily implied; JFM retires as the Sect Leader after that). This is absolutely not the most important part of this fic but it's a paragraph that I've got stuck in my head and now I'm searching for the rest @_@ Thanks in advance! ~ @otemporaetmores

FOUND! by @notsobabblespace, who was reminded of  I’m aching and I know you are too by edenwolfie (part 3 in series, M, 23k, wangxian)

FOUND!  by @jim-is-spocks-thyla, who suggests ❤️ to arrive late is better than not to arrive at all by Moominmammashandbag (M, 35k, wangxian) [ETA:  Oops, not this one.  JFM has no core, but he didn’t give it to JC]

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2.  Hi Mojo! I’m in need of you/your followers help in finding a fic that I read a little while ago. It was a fic where Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi lived together in Cloud Recesses and their children were Sizhui and an OOC that was younger than him. I remember SiZhui faced a lot of criticism for not being the chief cultivator’s real child? And they were happy he had a younger sibling that would be sect leader in the future because he was blood. Come to think of it, this is probably an ABO fic too. Thanks for your time 💜

FOUND! @andidontmeanto believes this is Blue Blood by PotterheadAvengerDemigod (T, 91k, wangxian, my post)

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3.  Aksks it's like 3 am but I just remembered a fic and I can't find it?? I'd really, really appreciate your help. It was a wangxian fic, maybe a oneshot idk, and lwj was kind of a nerd and wwx a badboy? So basically lwj has a massive crush on him and dresses up like wwx etc. (i think he even got an undercut) and after a party they sleep with each other at lwj's place?

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4.  i’m looking for a fic set in the where lwj’s mother killed his father? i don’t think that was a main plot point but it did show up in his backstory - any idea what this might be? ~ @thehype

FOUND!  @rentslirott thinks this could be ❤️the best of you by sysrae (E, 42k, wangxian, my post)

FOUND!  @castaways-logbook offers  The Right to Care by travelingneuritis (E, 39k, wangxian, WIP)

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5.  ... same as #6 ...

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6.  Hello friend, sorry for the inconvenience but I wanted to see if you could please find me a fic that I lost but I only remember more or less the final part, it goes more or less like this, lan zhan and wei ying are kidnapped by jin guangyao and lock them up if not I'm wrong in some cells next to lan xichen after the fights jin guangyao dies but lan xichen did know how bad jin guangyao had done and he didn't care and then to get revenge he wants to kill wei ying but lan zhan kills him and sizhui gets scared It was more or less like that, please help me ~ @isa0123lol

FOUND!  by @wangxiansfics who says that tragically it’s no longer available, but @dulachodladh found it on WaybackMachine here: Thread and Needle by haysel (M, 86k, wangxian)

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7.  Hi, Mojo! I'm glad that you're back but I hope you enjoyed your time off tumblr! Can you and/or your followers help me find a fic? I think the summary was talking about wwx and somehow they were asking mingjue for help since he's the only one who can help. The summary was in italics and it's a dialogue from some guy? And a shorter summary below. Sadly this is the only thing I can remember but I hope you can still help me

FOUND!  @alwayswenning suggests love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360k, wangxian, has it’s own fanfic here, I just finished this last night!, my bookmark)

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8.  Sorry to bombard you as soon as you're back, but this one's driving me crazy--a modern AU where they met online. WWX thinks LWJ is an old man from how he talks. I don't remember much except the excerpt made it seem like he still was amused by/enjoyed talking to him, and Wen Qing was telling him it was a bad idea and to stop. It's not How to Fall In Love With a Catfish, tho that one is brilliant! (Also any top notch identity porn would be great) Hope your break was restful, you deserve it! Thanks

Here’s my #identity porn tag, but I’m not sure about this exact story.

I'm the anon for #8 on the fic finder. Though I'm excited to read it, the suggested fic isn't the one I was looking for. I swear I thought I saw it on here around a month ago or slightly more, but searches have failed me.

FOUND!  Rating: General Audiences by Mishaa (T, 18k, wangxian WIP) -  mysterious author LWJ (speculated to be an old man because of his formality) and infamous artist WWX paired up for an Untamed Big Bang (in an AU where JGY was the series’ antiheroic protagonist; this fic was written before the release of CQL.)

FOUND?  could you be looking for  Something Real by Latios (G, 5k, wangxian, my post) - wwx thinks lwj is an old man, but there’s no WQ.  There are many pictures of bunnies.

SIMILAR! @emilysidhe thought of ID Bro Saga by Bowandtie (T, 39k, wangxian)

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9.  Hey, how are you? Could you help me please? I've read 3 fanfics once, but I can't find them anymore. 1 - Nanny Problem, Wei is going to be the babysitter of A-Yuan, he is an omega and Lan is an alpha. 2 - Doctor Perfect, Yibo is an omega nurse and Xiao is an alpha doctor. 3 - The Baby of my Omega, Yibo is omega and Xiao is alpha, both of them are bodyguards, but Yibo has to protect Xiao in the beginning. I think they were at ao3, but I really can't find them. Can you help me please? Thank you!! ~ @weallmad

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10.  Hi! Im happy you’re back. I hope you had a good break. I missed your recommendations, but at the same time i got a break from fics and actually studied to my tests haha.  [Ah!  I’m glad to hear your time was spent productively!]  I’m looking for a fic like Linger in the Sun by etymologyplayground. In the fic im looking for wangxian slowly lose their senses instead of all of them at once. Like they lose their hearing, then touch, sight etc, They can’t see each other or hear each other. I’m sorry i can’t explain very well.

FOUND?  Could you be thinking of  ❤️shadows in the sun rise by Yuu_chi (E, 25k, wangxian)?  Only lwj losese his senses one by one in this one, though.

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11.  heyyy im trying to find this fic where wwx died the first time he was thrown in to the burial mounds then 10 years later he gets resurrected or something. I can't find it on AO3 and it's been bugging me for days. Thank you!

FOUND!  Well, @moku-youbi offers both of these as possibilities:

Did I Not Explain Why the Sunset Turns Red? by 3988Akasha (E, 100k, wangxian)

we're starting at the end by Miss_Enthusiasimal (M, 95k, wangxian)

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12.  Hi I am looking for a fic where wwx is a witch (/mage?) in a world where magic is being persecuted (especially in Gusu) except for Yunmeng/Lanling I think but they're still frowned upon nonetheless. Then after accidentally hurting Shijie, wwx runs away, and ends up hiding in Gusu pretending to be a servant to lwj (lwj is a prince, lxc is the emperor) but lwj actually knows of his identity and tries not-so-discreetly to protect him from being caught. Thanks!

FOUND! by @bibliobasilisk who gives us Witchfinder by misbehavingvigilante (E, 86k, wangxian)

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13.  Hi! Firstly, I'm glad to see you're back, and I hope your break was a good one! I'm trying to find a LWJ/WWX story that I had planned to read and ending up losing before I could. It was set in the immediate aftermath of the 33 lashes, LWJ is in the Jingshi recovering when a healer(?) discovers he's pregnant (by WWX). It may have been a/b/o verse, but I'm not 100% on that. Part of the story was a flashback to when WWX was still alive. Thank you!

FOUND!  by nonny themself.  It’s Unexpected Surprise by Glucose_Gremlin (E, 4k, wangxian)

SIMILAR! @mondelgel suggests my heart is kept as pure as ice in a jade vase/一片冰心在玉壶 by Daledesu (M, 21k, wangxian, WIP)

SIMILAR! from @impending-cuttlefish:  something new, something white, something blue by ariskamalt (E, 140k, wangxian, WIP)

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14.  I'm trying to find this one fic where Jin Ling finds this diary that Wei Ying wrote as the Yiling Patriarch that basically reveals everything, including the golden core reveal and it even has training tips that helps Jon Ling improve. When Wei Ying comes back, he tries everything to keep him there because he is THE best uncle now. I need to find it because it is a N E E D.

FOUND? by @theladypeartree who says, “The Truth (Untold) is jl reading jyl's journals, not wwx's though. And mordant is jl returning wwx's journals that he found, not grew up with. Neither fit #14 properly, but I seriously could not find anything closer after two solid days of searching. Good luck!“

The Truth (Untold) by anxiouswreck0_0 (g, 3k, wangxian, jin ling & wei wuxian)

or this one on ffn:

mordant by tennisnotensai (M, 18k, wangxian, here’s the link for mobile)

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15.  I have heard tell of a Sizhui/Jingyi fic where the boys end up going to Wangxian for advice about how to be intimate. Can you help me find it?

FOUND!  @manaika-chan says this one is On Advisement by LaMachina17 (M, 19k, wangxian, zhuiling, chengyi)

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16.  nm

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17.  Hi! Sorry, do you happen to know that nsfw fic where wwx is still studying in the cloud recesses and he’s reading a novel (im not sure if it was from nhs) that features a cultivator couple and there’s a scene in the book where the woman was pegging her husband? Basically wwx got curious about this and tried fingering himself. I remember he was hiding in the back mountains and then lwj eventually caught him

FOUND?  Could you be thinking of  Deep in the Woods by malkinmalkout (E, 5k, wangxian, my post)?

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18.  Ahhh I'm going crazy trying to think of a fic that I've read where Lan Zhan killed Wen Chao in a locker room and nie huaisang stood guard outside the door! Then lan zhan went to lan huan and said I killed someone and he said did they deserve it? Then it's fine. And I can't remember the name of the fic! Have you heard of it? ~ @uchihaautumn

FOUND! @artemisisdiana offers So Full Of Love (Wouldn't Know Where to Start) by witchupbitch (M, 54k, wangxian, WIP)

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19.  Hi, I was wondering if you could help me find a fic. I read it a while ago and I don't really remember all the details but it was a modern au where Lan Wangji was a police officer in this small town and Wei Wuxian comes back after years, having left the town due to some stuff. Thank you in advance.

Btw love your blog. I live for your fic recs.  [Thank you!]

FOUND?  Could you be looking for medium blues by dark_and_terrible (E,193k,  wangxian)?  It appears to be taken down atm, but it might come back (it’s done it before).

FOUND! by @grannyweatherwaxshat who offers When a Bird Flies, It Leaves Feathers by Bem_Kofi (not rated, 75k, wangxian)

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20.  Hi mojo!! First of all I luv your blog Thank you so much for all those ficrecs.  [You’re welcome!]  Actually I’m looking for a fic I read months ago. I probably found the fic from your blog. But I can’t seem to find it now 😢 it was a modern au wangxian fic (inspired by call me by ur name?) wwx was like 5 years older than lwj. (And lwj was like 16?) Wwx lives in another city but he spent around a year in cloud recesses with lwj in the past. And wwx yanli and jc visits cloud recesses again and wangxian gets 2gether

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[My ko-fi.]

[mxtantrights]

past lives | 9

a/n: second to last part? idk. maybe I’ll write an epilogue to smooth everything over.

The sight of police cars swarming the outside of the office building sets you off. It couldn't be good, it could never be good in Gotham. You had called in late to finally get a new phone, which you were busy picking up. That was so abysmal at this point.

You basically jumped out of your ride share and the cold air hit you. You ran right up to the front entrance and saw the yellow tape. That sinking feeling began to set in. Something bad happened. Someone bad came here.

The officer keeping a crowd back is the first one you spot. You go up to her and show her your ID badge.

“I work here- can you tell me what happened?” you ask.

She shakes her head, “I can’t give out the details right now but you can come to the station later on.”

“Later on? Is anyone hurt? Can you at least give me that?” 

She looks around at the people behind you before beckoning you closer. You inch over to her.

“As of right now eleven are dead, about a dozen injured.” she says.

You thank her and move towards the back of the growing crowd. Your hand goes into your jacket pocket and you hit speed dial number 2. It rings and rings in your ear but no answer. You try Fallon again.

Some part of you is screaming inside. Eleven dead. Eleven chances that it could be Fallon. Or twelve chances they are injured.

As you hold the phone up to your ear and you hear the ringing in your ear you hear the crowd become more antsy. You turn around to see the reason why and there they are. Fallon walking out with an office, one of the standard gray blankets wrapped around them.

You end the call and ran over to where they are. The officer looks as if they want to block you but Fallon meets you halfway. They don’t extend their arms around you, but you do around them. You can feel them shivering and you know it’s not just the cold.

“Fallon, you’re alright. You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay.” you say.

They start crying in your arms and you hold them tighter. A few moments pass when you hear them mumble something into your shoulder. You have to pull them back from you.

“It was horrible, they just came in and started stabbing people with fancy blades. I had to use Daniel’s body as a shield- my brother told me to do that in case of emergencies. He did that during that bloody bank robbery a few summers ago and-”

You push their head back into your shoulder and they begin sobbing again. And if it we’re for the info they just relayed to you, you would have gotten emotional too. Fancy blades? A lot of people probably have katanas and such in Gotham. But how many of them would target your office?

This was him. This was punishment.

You reach back into your pocket and pull away from Fallon.

“Use my phone to call your brother. Tell him you’re safe.” you say. 

Fallon nods and takes your phone. You watch as they enter the information into your phone and start the call. On the other hand, your eyes are glazing over the crowd to make sure that none of the league’s lackies are hanging around.

It seemed like your past life was done being past tense. It’s not like you thought you could burry it. You knew things like this didn’t stay buried. But you had no idea that it was go about like this. 

If Ra's knows that you and Damian share a father, Bruce is in trouble. Severe trouble. 

Fallon hands you your phone back. 

“He’s a few blocks away, gonna come with me while I go to the station. Nice phone by the way.” they say.

“I can go with you.”

“No, you need to stay here and handle your boss duties or whatever.” 

“Yeah you’re right. Okay.”

“I added my number in there, so call me when you’re done. Be safe.” 

Fallon then walks away from you, back to the officer they left behind. They no doubt had to give up their clothes for evidence. It had blood all over the front. Probably Daniel’s. 

You spotted the clothing store across the street and it seemed to be open. You waited until it was safe to cross before jogging over to the shop. One of the workers met you at the door.

“Hi I need to buy a warm outfit for my friend, she’s gonna need a change of clothes.”

“Of course.” 

The man lets you in and you run over to the first warm thing you see. A knitted black sweater, in Fallon’s size. Then you grab onto what felt like very soft sweatpants in a large. The man was waiting for you at the register. 

The amount wasn’t your focus you simply swiped your card and it went through. Instead of taking the back out to Fallon, you kept it with the worker. You told him that Fallon’s brother would drop by and pick it up.

You left the store as you searched in your bag for the business card. It took a bit but you did find it. When you did you took out your phone as well and put in his number.

Your finger hit dial and it only took one ring for him to pick up.

“Are you okay? I’m watching the news right now.” he asks.

“I’m fine I wasn’t in the office yet. Are you available to meet?”

“Yeah I can come to you, or-”

You weren’t able to get another word in because someone had gotten the best of you. You heard tires screeching and suddenly two black SUVs were in front of you. Before you had a chance to run you felt an electricity shoot through your back. 

It became too much and you felt your body grow weak, and your eyes slowly started to close.

The last thing you saw was a face from your past.

Nyssa.

-

Bruce went into his other mode fairly quickly. He had heard you speaking, what seemed liked cars coming to a screeching halt. And then he heard your phone thud. The call disconnected after that.

He alerted the others to come to the cave. Bruce knew something was happening but he didn’t know exactly what. He knew he was missing some details.

One things certain, Damian’s undercover mission to Gotham academy ended with a fire. Now there’s been a murder spree at your job. It seems like his children are being targeted. Who was next?

He got down to the cave with speed. Already waiting for him was Damian and Tim. The two watched Bruce bypass them and move toward the computers.

“I need cctv of of Gotham Square, around the Wordsworth building.” he said.

Tim jumped into action and was able to pull it up within mere seconds. Damian watched from behind the two of them.

“What’s this about father?”

“It’s about what happened at Gotham academy and now at the Wordsworth building. Someone’s on the attack.” he answered.

Damian wanted to dig for more, “what do those things have to do with one another?”

“Damian I need you to get in contact with Dick and Jason with their ETAs.” Bruce dodged the question.

He didn’t really need confirmation at this point. If his father dodged the question then the answer he’s thinking must be true. Someone got to you. Not someone, his grandfather. So he moved quickly to get to the comms.

Jason called in with a 15 minute ETA. Richard about the same. Damian knew that Jason would get here first though he was reckless with his bike. 

-

Dick got out of his car and ran up the steps to meet the rest of the family.

“I’m here what’s the situation?” 

“A kidnapping.”

“Woah- who is it?” Dick asked.

Bruce gave him a look before answering. “My long lost child.” 

It was at that moment everyone looked, in some shape or form, at Damian. His face hadn’t changed one bit. 

“The writer who interviewed us right?” Jason asked.

Bruce nodded.

“Alright do we have any idea who was behind it?” Dick asked.

Tim raised his hand and led the group over to the monitors. They all gathered around to watch you on the screen. You were on the phone- Bruce had told them it was him- and then the cars came. Before you could even fight off your attacked, you were tasered with a stick. 

They watched you drop your phone and go down on the sidewalk.

“Look who shows up.” Tim said. Then on cue, Nyssa al Ghul comes onto the screen. She picks up your phone and ends the call. Her henchmen lift you up and carry you into one of the SVUs. It’s all effortless after that. The cars drive off onto the main road and take that all the way until there's a blindspot. Like they knew it would be there. 

The cars aren’t seen after that.

“What does the league want with your child Bruce?” Jason asked.

“Leverage? A trade-off? It’s not clear yet.”

“I’ve got cctv footage from the Gotham Academy fire.” Tim said.

Damian watched in real time as the video started playing. And down in the bottom left corner, there he was with you. You shielded him that day. Tim changes the angles and finds another feed and it gets a closer look at the both of you.

Bruce faces Damian, “Do you wanna explain this to us?”