#idk should i put this on ao3

[erinwantstowrite]

i know jondami is gonna win the poll but i really do hope you don't do it just bc of a poll. i sort of agree with the ppl saying that considering the original age gap it'd be weird? like im all for you ageing jon up but i feel like shipping him on top of that's a bit eh especially considering everything's based on the comics and the original characters are the ages they are. ofc it's up to you and i love the story but it sort of feels weird to me considering their original versions are 11 and 14

to be honest that's really why i didn't want to include jondami in the first place. it felt weird to me in general and i'm not the biggest fan of the supersons ship because of it. but people kept asking and i decided to make the poll to see if there was smth i was missing (not really). I know it's a popular ship but I don't really like it and I think I'm going to stick with the original plan of not having Dami with anyone, even Nika. I like Nika and think they're cute, but if they do have a "thing" in this fic, it's not gonna last

the poll was never a deciding factor for me, it's mostly just to see what everyone is thinking. Jon might even go back to his original age in general. he wasn't aged up for the ship, i just considered it because i wanted Dami to have more friends closer to his age that aren't. like. villains. Cause I think Dami deserves at least one, yknow? but Jon being 11 is actually growing on me + i'm nearly finished reading their comics so far

[nostalgia-tblr]

I thought it'd be handy to have a tag for Sylvie being shady in fics, to make it easier to find. But what? 'Shady Sylvie'? 'Trickster Sylvie'? Then I remember that 'Warning: Loki' is a tag and as the saying goes what's good for the gander should also be offered to the goose, so

Warning: Sylvie

[eri-pl]

A portrait from the days of bliss

There is a portrait of Feanáro with his three sons, painted very shortly after the Silmarils had been finished. Maedhros was an adult already, Maglor was what in human terms would be a teenager, and Celegorm was a toddler. (Nerdanel and Finwë were away, visiting friends for a couple weeks)

There is, of course, the version of it that up to this day hangs in Tirion, after being taken from the abandoned Formenos. The official, well-composed, well-behaved painting.

But there's also another version. For, you see, it was in fasion in those days, to paint portraits that looked spontanous, as if somehow capturing a moment, intimate and unplanned. They often were composed of many moments, many expressions of personality that occured during the painting.

In the painting, as it was planned by Feanor, he is in the back, towering over his sons (Maedhros isn't much taller than his father, but isn't much shorter either, so a step was used to achieve the composition. The room is dark, but obove the prince there is a window, letting in the bright radiance of Laurelin, so that Feanor is in parts bright like a flame, and in parts covered in deep shadows. This is true for both paintings.

But in the unknown portrait his face is angry, captured mid-sentence as he was probably berating his sons.

Only Maedhros is well-behaved, standing calm in the front-center with his left hand at Maglor's arm (assuredly? threateningly?). The truesilver circlet bearing the gem (all three have such circlets) sits properly on his head, and his hair is well-braided, tied high with a crimson ribbon (who made it?), braids falling like lava a cascade from the top of his hair. The only spontaneity here is his right hand raised to fix the hair, the ribbon caught by a gust of wind, raised up, twirling at his wrist, messy and breaking the composition, the other end of it falling on his forehead, dying the light of the Silmaril red.

Maglor is standing there turned half to the side, rolling his eyes and clearly unhappy to be in the portrait. His hair is a wavy mess, half-braided, falling onto the circlet so that the light piercing through is dark, almost greenish even though his hair is dark brown.

Little Tyelco has a bird in his hand (how did he get a songbird into the portrait without his father noticing is not known), had the circlet in his other hand and very clearly tried to eath both, but at the moment captured by the painter the bird has just pecked him, the circlet is falling down (with droplets of saliva sparkling in the air) and Tyelco has the peculiar expression of a child that is just about to cry.

The other portrait shows them all standing proud and smiling and, to be honest, this is what they did for most of the time (first tyelco got pecked, some time after Maglor got visibly bored, and their father started berating him for complaining)

There is a portrait of Feanáro with his three sons, painted very shortly after the Silmarils had been completed, by a painter who had, to be honest, more foresight than manners. But not many have ever seen it.

[crownedwille]

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[mortaltempless]

Celeborn wakes up in the middle of the night to someone lending a helping hand with his baby :)

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

choosing violence 10 + 16 + 22 !!!! >:333

ok u didnt specify a fandom but im just gonna do this for pd because its front and center in my mind !!!!!! oh boy i cant wait to be crucified for my opinions

10. worst part of fanon

this is a problem with every jrwi campaign and also like. most . other fandoms to be real. but it seems like my favorite characters are always the ones that get the worst of the mischaracterization beam -_- i cant tell you HOW MANY fics ive opened bc the premise sounds cool only to IMMEDIATELY close it due to "he would not fucking say that" this isnt pd but if i have to read one more fic that infantilizes gillion for not understanding Land Things im going to blow up. hes stupid sometimes yeah! but hes not ignorant and hes not a baby hes like. literally the oldest one on the crew even if its only by a year or two. head in hands

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

ok im gonna get burnt at the stake for this one but i personally dont really see the appeal of tfem ashe... like i see the appeal yeah of course i do i just dont get why people are so like... weirdly forceful and passive aggressive about it? also this is totally a personal thing no hate to anyone that does this but its kind of a peeve of mine when ppl write analysis posts ans use their headcanon pronouns like.... if u are going to talk about and analyze canon then talk about canon !!!! i cant tell u how many good ashe posts ive skipped over bc im like. we are talking about different characters here .. respect to ashe tfemers and everything but its not for me

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

THERE IS A DISTURBING LACK OF CLARENCE ALBERT FAN CONTENT. WHY ARE PEOPLE NOT MORE INSNAE ABOUT CLARENCE ALBERT. HELLO???? am i the only person that feels this way . can anyone hear me its so fucking dark in here. every day i just want to read a fic about clarence albert and i am met with this

and neither of them are . interesting to me. hell on earth. bizly PLEASE give me more clarence lore in season 3 im fucking starving.

[aroninshonour]

Just thought of a scene for Amnesia!Jay and I'm so gonna plug it in right here :)

(Think of this as a scene for a random ah fanfic or as a minific or something)

His computer screen glows brightly in the dimly lit office. A man sat slouched, his face resting on his hand as he scrolled through the Ninjago News of the past. He has no clue how long or how far down he's gotten. Just that he knew he was searching for something.

Who was he? Before....all this?

He scrolled, looking like he hadn't been looking for anything at all. He'd been used to doing that by now, knowing the trouble he'd get in if he ever got caught searching for things outside the administration's approval.

His finger stopped scrolling.

Thats him. He sat up a bit, staring intensely at the screen infront of him.

He studied the picture he was looking at.

Him. Wearing what looked like a party hat. It had blue and orange stripes on it. There was another blue and orange striped hat, this one however, sat atop a metal...no, titanium...person? Robot? Droid? Their outfit was white and gray.

Then there was another hat type, this one green with red dots around it. Someone with brown, spiked hair and a red outfit wore it. So did another person with black, long-ish hair and a black and orange outfit. And another...a woman. Her black hair tied up in a pony tail, her outfit gray with bits of blue.

She smiled at him.

Jay stared at her picture, her smile, she was so...perfect.

But...who, are these people? Who was the little toddler who danced infront of them as they sung into a microphone?

He read the caption. The Ninja having saved ninjago once again, dance and sing to their victory!

Ninja...

The word rung in his head. Was that who he was? Who he used to be?

The word sounded so familiar. The picture replayed in his mind. The scene felt so familiar in on it's own. She felt so damn familiar, they felt so familiar but who are they?!

Why were they so close yet so far? Why couldn't he just remember? They felt so familiar yet so strange to him.

He scrolled a touch farther down the article. There was a video. Reluctantly, he clicked it.

He stared at it as it played, sounds of singing and toddler babbling played, music in the background.

Then it stopped, it was over. Jay sat in silence for a moment.

His face scrunched up, his eyes seeming to gloss over as he clicked it again, and again, and again.

He was so frustrated! Why couldn't he remember?! Why was his mind so...so, insistent on forgetting?!

He wanted so badly to remember who he was, Where he came from, who his friends and family were.

But....

He couldn't. He couldn't remember.

As his frustration lingered, his gut churned, he lay his head in his arms on the desk and cried. Quietly, but he cried. He was so tired. Exhausted. He just wanted to know who he was...who he used to be.

.......

Calm once again he sat back up and studied the faces in the picture intently. He knew them at one point, and now he was going to find them.

The administration isn't going to stop him anymore. Not if he makes it out at least. If he knew these people, maybe they're important. Maybe they know his family, maybe they were his friends. Maybe the toddler in the picture is grown up a bit now. It couldn't have been that long right? He still looked almost exactly the same as he did in the picture.

He packed up a few things in a small backpack, food, water, money that he got from the administration. (Hopefully it worked outside the administration...)

He left. Didn't even turn back. Snuck through the doors and left.

He was going to find these people. Or at least...he hoped too. If they weren't gone or too far lost.

He shook his head at the thought. No time for that he thought as he ran as far as he could from the place he'd lived for...well, as long as he could remember.

......

He made it (Undetected, as far as he was aware) to a place people called 'The Cross Roads'. Maybe he'd find them here.

He took a look around, unsure where to go. (He did think he seemed a bit out of place though...still wearing his formal attire) His look of confusion shifted a bit to suspicion as he noticed a boy pointing at him as he talked to the girl next to him. The boy wore an orange hoodie with blue jeans. The hoodie had a dragon imprinted on it. His hair was black and curly. The girl wore her hair in a ponytail, it was pink with cat-ear headphones on her head. Her left arm looked to be prosthetic. Her white outfit held pink and golds and dark blues. A cat key-chain as well.

It reminded him of the white gi he saw on the titanium droid in the picture. The two stared at him a bit wide eyed. It...kinda freaked him out a bit.

The boy began to run towards him. He froze unsure what to do.

"HEY!" The boy shouted as he ran up. Jay smiled awkwardly, as he stood perfectly still, as if it'd make him invisible.

As the boy made his way up, he slowed to a stop and bent over to catch his breath a bit. The girl now appeared behind the other.

"Uhm...Hi?..." Jay paused for a moment. "Do I...know, you?" He awkwardly smiled again.

The curly haired guy stood up again, (He was a lot taller than Jay expected) his hands curled into fists infront of his chest. His eyes seemed to *literally* shine like stars as he smiled breathlessly.

"Are you Jay Walker?!"

[technicallymaximumkitty]

Happy Hotel

Swap au because everyone else is!

(playing more fast and loose with the lore more than a cheetah who can’t tie their shoes plz don’t get mad at me) 

***

Emily paced back and forth wearing the carpet in the TV studio thin. 

Seven years ago Emily was a seraphim, the seraphim in charge of keeping everyone in heaven happy. She was a good girl, always played by the rules, and did her job well. 

Seven years ago for the first time in history a sinner was redeemed right in front of her eyes. 

Seven years ago she started questioning the rules she used to blindly obey.

Seven years ago she fell.

Emily was the first fallen seraphim. She was clueless and scared if not for that redeemed sinner to lose paradise in the name of helping her keep safe in Hell. 

In Hell where the naked truth, the whole truth, was before her eyes. Hell, a cesspool of crime, hate, and abuse. Where angels would fly down once a year to rake up sinners as if they were a pest infestation. Her heart bleeds for the lost sinners, even if they were awful people, most of them didn't deserve such a fate. She would have said all sinners, if Hell had not jaded her heart. 

She wanted to help sinners, they were her people now, the seraphim had made their say. Yes heaven had cast her out, but that didn't mean sinners wouldn't benefit from paradise. As much as she was upset with heaven, she knew it would be better for any wayward sinner than the cards they were dealt now.

“Any more pacing and you’ll tear a hole through the carpet.” Emily snapped out of thought. Sir Pentious. The first redeemed sinner, and her closest friend. 

“Ah yes I just, suppose I'm nervous.” She gave a lopsided smile that crossed with a grimace. Who wouldn't be? By some stroke of miracle she got an interview with 666 news and finally an audience to share her idea with, the audience of all of Hell and not just her stuffed animals and Pentious. 

“Underssstandable yesss, but you’ll do fine i'm sssure of it.” Pentious smiled making his way towards Emily, “you have practiced thisss ssspeach for ssso long now that I would ssswear you recite it in you sssleep.” He smiled, placing his hands on Emily’s shoulders. 

Nodding Emily took a deep breath, “your right, I got this!” she smiled a small twinkle returning to her eye.

“I believe in you!” he spun the ex-seraphim around giving her a gentle shove in the direction of set, cheering with the gusto of a wife sending her husband off to war.

“Oh suck it up you little-*beep*” The camera was set to commercials and the news hostess spun her chair around stretching her legs before producing a pack of gum from her bosom. Cherri Bomb, spunky myspace queen turned new hostess with a fuse as short as her name would suggest. 

“Hello there, I'm Emily!” Emily smiled, holding her hand out for a shake. The cyclops rolled her eye before popping a bubble.

“No thanks, I don’t touch preps.” Cherri spun around in her chair before propping her feet on top of the desk. Emily gave a nervous chuckle before taking a seat of her own. Emily wanted to greet the co host but they were currently walking off a bomb explosion. She had to give it to sinners, they were very restant. 

“Thank you so much for seeing me, I'm so grateful.” Emily smiled, tapping her feet on the linoleum floor. Looking across the set she could see Pentious giving two thumbs up and a fangy smile. 

“F*** you bi*** the only reason why your on here is because otherwise we hafta’ cover that dooms day s*** again.” 

“Were on in three-”

Cherri shoved Emily out of the shot and kicked her feet to the floor, “and we are back!” She plastered on a huge smile giving bear claws to the camera. “And we are here with a guest! So Emmie,”

“It’s Emily-”

“fu** off!” Emily gulped as Cherri lit up a small cherry bomb, “anyways what is this biggest breakthrough idea that’s worth all of hell knowing about!” she smiled, chuckling the bomb at her coworker. 

***

A tall blonde demon skipped down the street humming wizard of oz showtunes, as if Hell was her playground. Skidding to a halt her curiosity was piqued. A not so small group of demons stood in front of a small TV and radio store staring at a very special episode of the news. 

Oh but what could this episode be about? It must be so interesting if everyone was curious about it. 

Standing in the shadows of the sinners she smiled to herself, something told her this was more than the normal slog of Hell’s gossip. 

***

“Well I,” She gulped, scanning the crowd. Pentious smiled, waving his arms in the air. It was obnoxious but it made her feel a bit safer. “So Hell has been at the mercy of angels for centuries and it’s so, so unfair.” 

“We already know that bi***.” 

“Yes, but what if there was a way to change that?” She smiled while holding a notebook towards the camera. The lined paper was covered in crayon and stickers with a step by step plan.

“I’d say you're delusional.” Huffed Cherri Bomb.

“But there is! You can escape Hell, all you have to do is redeem yourself!” She smiled flipping the notebook page to show a doodle of a stick demon turning into a stick angel. The studio was filled with a hush silence before everyone broke into hysterical cackling.

“Redeeming yourself? What a joke! What and all we gotta do is say please and thank you and eat all our veggies? Is that it? HA! This b**** comedy gold!” Cherri cackled, spitting her gum in Emily’s face. 

Emily’s face fell, what were they laughing? This wasn't how it was supposed to turn out. “But I'm serious, I really am!” She slammed her notebook down onto the news table trying to make her voice loud enough to break the giggling fit within the studio. “I even have proof it can work!” That made everyone shut up. 

“Oh ya? What proof?” Spat Cherri. Cherri was more than willing to entertain this delusion, she was just waiting for this to be clipped for memes the next day.

“Him! The first demon to be redeemed!” Emily pointed to Sir Pentious in the crowd. Every camera and eye in the studio whipped towards the snake, a spotlight even glowing behind him. Sir Pentious froze like a deer in the headlights.

“Then why is he down here?” someone from the crowd spoke up. 

“HAHA! OMG b****! Are you for real right now?” Cherri cackled spinning in her seat kicking her feet in the air. “This is better than a HotTopic membership! KAHAHA!” She squealed. 

Emily bit her bottom lip, she didn't know if she wanted to scream or cry, she hadn't even told everyone about the hotel yet! This isn't going like it was supposed to! “I-”

“Listen b**** your cute, fu**ing adorable even,” Cherri cooed pinching Emily’s cheek before shaking the ex-seraphims face, “but if you really think any of this is real, that snake boi over there is a redeemed sinner? Give me your dealer's number!” Cherri shoved Emily to the ground by her face. Gold trickled down Emily’s face, signaling a broken nose, but nothing hurt more than everyone mocking her. She was right! She was right! Why did no one believe her? 

***

The demon tilted her head, my how amazing indeed! She was glad she made time out of her day to watch this trainwreck. Perhaps she should bid this Emily a visit?

***

Emily and Sir Pentious were chased out of the studio shortly after their segamat ended. The night was ruined! And to top it all off their bikes were stolen because of course they were! The two of them ran all the way back to the hotel they had set up. Maybe hotel was a stretch. It was a duplex house with a downstairs home and an upstairs home. They revamped the basement so it was now three-ish houses. The only reason they could even afford such a place was because they claimed the cheapest house in money launders ave. 

Pentious opened the door for Emily as she dragged herself inside. Above the kitchen was a birthday banner flipped over with WELCOME scribbled on with fruit scented magic markers. The dining table had cupcakes in the tin waiting for the new residents that were supposed to show up.

“You did your bessst Emily! You really did, it’sss not your fault that everyone was against you!” Pentious gave a weak smile before handing a cupcake to Emily. Emily sighed, setting the sweet back on the table. She knew Pentious was trying to cheer her up, she was appreciative of it, but that didn't stop the pain of her ego getting curb stomped on live television. She collapsed on the moth-eaten loveseat of the living room. 

Pentious sighed, it really wasn't her fault, this was just hell being hell. Didn't stop him from worrying for his friends' well being. Before he could get too deep into thought there was a knocking on their door. His frill popped up in surprise. Wait, did someone just-

He swung the door open with a huge smile on his face before fear overtook his face. “YOUR MAJESTY!” he shrieked, giving a salute. Emily scurried up to the door only to freeze in place herself.

There in the doorway stood the princess of Hell herself, Princess Charlie Morningstar. The most powerful demon in all of hell after Lucifer’s sudden seven years absence. “May I come in?” she smiled, raising a hand in a wave. The second time that night Pentious froze, his eyes bulging out of his skull.

“Oh yes! Yes of course!” Emily squeaked running around the kitchen trying to find a chair for Charlie to sit in.

“Oh I must say this place is far more humble than I would imagine!” She smiled taking in the sights of mold slowly growing on the ceiling. 

“I-I must say I am more than honored to have the princess here at our hotel!” Emily squeaked, “but why?” 

“Why?” Charlie smiled, spinning towards Emily before throwing her arms in the air, “because you're singing my song sister!” she grabbed Emily’s hand before twirling her, “Redemption! Redemption! Redemption! Such a marvelous idea! Consider this an investment!” 

Emily’s eyes widen with stars, “wait are you saying-”

“Emily dear, I wish to help you with your endeavors to save our people!” Charlie cheered. Every part of Emily was now vibrating, there was no way! 

“Alright before we get down to business this isn't much of a hotel now is it?” 

“Yesss I, we diden’t-” Pentious stuttered, failing to make eye contact with the princess. Charlie flashed a huge grin before waving her hands.

“Let's fix that then, shall we?” With a wave of her hands everything was bathed in a candy apple red. Charlie spun around and sang as the furniture and building shifted and cracked turning into a now fully furnished two story hotel with an ever present apple motif. 

“Amazing-” Emily and Pentious were stunned. How? Why? 

“And let us not forget about the staff now!” Charlie smiled, spinning her way to the new and approved living room turned lounge. The two followed the princess in nothing short of awe.

Charlie kneeled in front of the TV. The air started to crackle and buzz as static filled the room, as if from the ring. Charlie reached into the TV before pulling out someone. This person tumbled from the electronic system. 

This person had a TV for a head as they jumped to their feet, “who, I, were, oh!” They smiled before bowing, “Princess Charlie!” 

“Vox!” She smiled while hugging the TV.

“What has you today?” Vox smiled. Charlie grabbed him by the shoulder twirling him to be face to face with Emily and Sir Pentious.

“Hi!” Emily squealed grabbing Vox’s hand, “Im-”

“Ah Emily, Sir Pentious, hey, hey, hey!” Vox smiled, giving the two of them brush handshakes. 

“How did you?” Pentious’s jaw dropped.

“Know? Oh, I see, everything.” Vox gave a large and slightly malicious grin as his face rippled with static. 

“Oh my.” Pentious gasped, not knowing what to do with that information.

Charlie skipped her way to the kitchen being tailed by Emily, who was now filled with nothing but admiration for the princess. 

Kneeling next to the cobbards Charlie pulled out a smaller woman, who barrel rolled into the bar. Wait when did they get a bar? Grabbing the woman by the collar of their shirt Charlie smiled, “this darling is Velvette!” Velvette could have been less thrilled as she played games on her phone, the pings of candy crush filled the room. 

“Hello Velvette!” Emily smiled, only greeted with a slight hum. 

“Vox is going to be our bendtner and Velvette is going to be our maid! And now we need guests!” Charlie threw her hands into the air Emily bracing herself for something cool to happen. 

The front door swung open. “Hey’a toots.” there stood Angel Dust a fluffy spider dressed in a sparkly pink and white suit.

“Angel!” Charlie cheered, giving the spider a bear hug.

“What have you got for me now?” Angel purred.

“I just have a teensy tiny itty bitty little favor for you, please?” Charlie gave large puppy dog eyes and a pouty lip. 

“Not like I have a choice do I?” 

Charlie giggled, “your our first guest at this-” She bent backwards to face Emily, “what is this place called?” 

“Oh!” Emily gasped with stars in her eyes, “I-I don’t know.” springing herself forward Charlie was now face to face with Angel Dust again, “the Happy Hotel!” she cheered creating a sparkly rainbow with her magic.

“Charming.” huffed Angel making his way to the lobby before draping himself on the couch, “how long am I in here for?” 

“Oh! Well, until I say so.” Charlie shrugged with a large smile, “and she should be here in three, two, one-”

A loud barrage of bullets greeted everyone's ears as the left wall blew up.

“Darling!” Charlie cheered at the woman standing in the rubble of the explosion. 

“Babe!” She smiled running to Charlie as the two spun around in a huge hug.

“And guest number two, my darling dear Vaggie!” Charlie smiled. Veggie in question has a grey and pink cameo outfit with a matching, well worn helmet. The helmet had a red bow tied around the sweatband and the words born in Hell scrawled in glitter glue on the side. A few bullets stuck under the ribbon. 

“I-I can’t say i'm not grateful, Im, I'm in debt to you!” Emily smiled with tears in her eyes, “but why? What, what do you want?”

Charlie bound her way over to the ex-seraphim before grabbing her hands, “let me put this in words we all understand.” She smiled. Vaggie rolled her eyes. “Here we go-”

“~you have a dream, your here to tell about a wonderful fantastic new hotel~

~Yes it’s one of a kind, right here in hell, ment to redeem clientele~”

***

I have no clue if i'm gonna carry on past the pilot but man are my ideas buzzing; anyways more notes!

Charlie owns Angel’s souls the same way Alastor did Husk

Lute takes Emily’s place, Nifty takes lute’s place

Adam is still adam lol

Vox and alastor still have beef because I can

Alastor is known as the big three as he has control over radio, tv, and gaming

Husk is still ex overlord of gambling and is still Al’s favorite play toy

Husk is gonna pull a pentious (as in join the hotel not die!)

This was not created to spread Emily and Pentious BFF propaganda I swear-

Vaggie is a sinner 

Charlie is doing this because she genuinely want to help but everyone thinks she is sketchy probably nothing to do with lucifer's seven year abastent nooooo 

Sinner Vaggie was created based off the full metal jacket poster (haven't watched the movie) and the dirty harry music video (gorillaz, two special interests with one stone ba-BY!)

Idk if im gonna switch anyone else’s role

Sera will still be Sera and I will do Sera slander until season two and we get her tragic backstory and then I’d feel bad for the Sera slander

Cherri is a scene queen and tom trench is still bullies on set lmao

[cj-marj]

I have run out of Sung Jinwoo/Woo Jinchul fics to consume. :(

[zetsu--bou]

“You're not into me...”

"Taiga", Daiki stood in front of him, wearing nothing but his night shirt and some boxers. "I need you on a flat surface."

".... What?", Taiga raised his eyes from his computer and blinked a few times.

"Now", Daiki frowned.

"Babe, I'm working, could it wait a few minu—"

"Sure", Daiki turned around, sniffing and wiping his tears, "I get it, I'm fat and not attractive anymore. Do your work, I'll fuck me myself."

"Dai—"

The door of his office was slammed shut so loudly that the hinges almost gave out, screaming in an unoiled squeak. Taiga sighed and saved all of his work documents, then stood up and followed his husband's steps into their bedroom. Daiki was curled up on their bed (as much as an eight-months-pregnant person can be), silently crying. Taiga wanted to say something, but he frowned at the faint buzzing sound.

"Did you already managed to put a vibrator into yourself?", he sighed.

"... No", Daiki turned the device off.

"I heard it."

"Well, it wasn't in me!", Daiki turned around. "I fucking tried but that stupid huge-ass belly doesn't let me! I can't even reach it!"

Taiga walked over to their bed and lied down behind Daiki, big-spooning him. He placed his warm hand over Daiki's belly and kissed his neck.

"Don't say that", he whispered. "What if they hear you?"

"Bullshit", Daiki slapped Taiga's hand away. "They're not born yet."

"Does it change anything? They have ears", Taiga placed his hand back on the belly. A few seconds later, one of the twins kicked it. "See? Someone agrees with me."

Daiki huffed. He still had the vibrator in his hand - his underwear was on the floor, he was in the mood and Taiga made him cry instead of sleeping with him. He would love to do it himself after that, but that stupid ugly belly didn't let him. He hated it. He hated every second of it. Every time he looked in the mirror, every time he found yet another inconvenience in his daily life caused by it, he hated it more and more.

He wanted it. He wanted to have children with Taiga. He was the one who asked Taiga to knock him up. But he expected to be the fit momma who would exercise the entire pregnancy and loose all the weight a week after giving birth. Meanwhile he was eight months pregnant with twins, fat, ugly and too tired and too sore to even go on a walk.

"Daiki", Taiga kissed his neck again, "you still in the mood?"

"No", he mumbled. "You're not into me anyway."

"Of course, I am."

"You don't have sex with me anymore. You haven't touched me once ever since it became visible that I'm pregnant!"

Taiga stayed silent when Daiki slowly stood up from the bed and waddled away. He stayed still on their bed, grasping his hand on nothingness.

Meanwhile, Daiki opened the fridge and pulled out a slice of cheese and a slice of cooked meat. He rolled them together and ate it, looking for something more that would interest him. Like always when Taiga showed no signs of being into his ugly fat body.

"Daiki", Taiga walked over to him and kissed his neck again. "Don't say that, of course I'm into you."

"Bullshit", Daiki slapped his hands away and opened the fridge to grab a jar of pickles. He fished one out with his fingers and added it to the cheese and meat in his mouth.

"You're bearing my kids, how can I not be into you?", Taiga tried kissed him again but Daiki slammed the fridge door hard and walked towards the exit. He grabbed his shoes from the closet and dropped them on the ground.

"You have eyes, you can see how ridiculous I look! I gained like twenty five kilograms! The stupid ass babies don't weight that much!", Daiki sat down and tried to reach his shoes to put them on. Taiga sighed and kneeled in front of him.

"Does it matter? Slim, fat, fit or pregnant, it doesn't matter. I love you", Taiga said, putting Daiki's shoes on for him.

"Mhm, cool", Daiki stood up and grabbed a sweater. "And that's why you're not having sex with me, sure."

"That's not—"

"Bye!", Daiki left their house, slamming the door behind himself. Taiga didn't hate his chubby body - he found it even cuter than Daiki's impressive musculature. His husband was pregnant, it was absolutely obvious that he would gain some weight. Taiga loved him and loved his belly and loved the twins inside of it. Daiki was just tired and sleepy all the time, so he focused on making sure he was well rested and had everything he needed. He never thought Daiki would want to have sex...

He frowned, put on his shoes and grabbed a hoodie. His stupid husband left the house in nothing but a night gown and underwear!

He found him a few dozens meters away, slowly walking towards gods knew what, stoping every few meters to take a break and rest. He quickly caught up to him and wrapped the hoodie around his waist.

"Let's go home, Aho", Taiga chuckled. "You're in your pyjamas. And you don't have any pants on."

"I don't care. Maybe someone will rape me and stab me. Maybe those stupid babies will die and—"

"Daiki", Taiga's smile disappeared from his face. "Don't say that! I thought you were excited to be a mom...?"

"I was! Back when it didn't involve me looking like an elephant!"

"I don't care if you put on weight or not!", Taiga said again. "I love you for who you are, not how you look. Besides, you're carrying two little beings in your belly, they're demanding and they're making your hormones go rampage."

"You don't know shit!", Daiki cried again. "You have no clue how I feel! You still get to look in a mirror and see your stupid attractive body!"

"Daiki!", Taiga tried to stop him but his husband still walked away. Or, a more accurate description would be: waddled away like a penguin, holding his belly with one hand and the falling off hoodie with the other. Taiga sighed.

"Go home! Just let me go somewhere and die!", Daiki cried.

"Let's go home", Taiga caught up to him again and held his hands. "Okay, babe? I'll make you some good food and I'll help you bathe..."

"Why can't you just leave me alone for ten goddamned minute—AH?!", Daiki whinced in pain, holding his belly.

"Oh fuck, is it starting early?!", Taiga was ready to pick him up bridal style and run home to their car.

"No!", Daiki hissed, sniffing. "One of that motherfuckers kicked me in the liver!"

Taiga chuckled. He hugged his husband and kissed his forehead. "Let's go home. Please."

"... Okay", Daiki sniffed again. Taiga picked him up and carried him, saying a few times how Daiki's weight wasn't a problem because he was strong and could carry him anyway. Inside their home, he left Daiki in the bed to prepare him a bath.

"Would you want some food to that?", Taiga kissed his forehead while undressing his husband.

"No", Daiki wiped his tears off. "I wanted your cock inside of me, but I guess that's off the bat anyway."

Taiga froze for a moment. It wasn't like he didn't crave Daiki - he would jump him right now and fuck him senseless for hours - but... But sex could induce labor. And with twins on the way, he would never risk it. He would never risk Daiki having a painful and long labor with no epidural and no doctor. He wouldn't risk his dear husband getting hurt.

"Nevermind", Daiki sighed. "I get it."

"It's—"

"I get it."

Taiga shut up and picked him up to carry him to the bathtub. In there, Daiki sat silently without a word while Taiga did everything. The touches were nice but they weren't the ones he craved. He craved more. He craved a different type of love.

Daiki knew he was ugly now. He also knew some part of it were caused by his hormones, while the other, well, by him being a realist. He knew Taiga no longer found him attractive and no longer wanted to have sex with him. But it hurt so much. It hurt that he didn't even remember the last time they did it.

In their bed they lied, together, naked. But that was all. Taiga didn't have an erection, he wasn't in the mood and he definitely wasn't planning anything. Like always.

Like for the past four months. Or five even, maybe. He no longer remembered.

Everything was the same.

In the morning, Daiki was woken up by subtle kisses and touches on his face, neck and shoulders. He hummed, smiling softly, as he ajared his eyes. Taiga smiled at him, planting a peck on his lips. His hand traveled down his side, waist and hips towards Daiki's tights. It slipped between them and rubbed against the fabric of Daiki's underwear.

"What are you doing?", Daiki asked sleepily, frowning.

"I've been thinking...", Taiga kissed his neck again, "and I owe you an explanation."

"Just, leave it...", Daiki closed his eyes.

"You know", Taiga aced his hand on Daiki's belly and rubbed the skin - he traced the stretch marks with his fingers with a smile, "sex can induce labor. And, uh, if... if you were to give birth preterm because of me... A-and if something happened to you, I'd never forgive myself. B-Besides, I don't want to hurt you or the babies..."

Daiki chuckled and turned around. "You're an idiot. I know you, you'd stop if I told you to."

"Yeah, of course", Taiga frowned. "I'd never hurt you."

"So, let's do this. C'mon, I'm due in five weeks, I'll be stuck with stitches and blood everywhere for like a month or two. I want to still enjoy my husband while I can."

"Enjoy my husband, huh?", Taiga laughed, sitting between his glorious chubby legs. "Well then, I shall make it enjoyable, yeah?"

Daiki smiled, waiting patiently for his husband's moves. Finally, after so many weeks and months of celibate, he could feel his husband so close to him again.

Yeah, Daiki started giving birth early while they were on their third round. It was a coincidence - and the kick the day before was definitely not a kick, but the first cramps. Taiga cried as he called the ambulance. It was a mess. A horrible mess. Taiga apologized over and over because the doctor barely made it with the epidural, he cried and cried as he gently kissed Daiki's face whole he was giving birth, Daiki was screaming and assuring him that it was not important then, that the only important thing was that they had two newborns on the way and one was crowning. The babies were okay, though.

Taiga made it up to him by having sex as soon as Daiki was able and willing. They had a lot of rounds queued up for all those months. Especially when Daiki very quickly lost the weight and regained some of his confidence.

Taiga never agreed to sex while Daiki was pregnant ever again.

[n0bluev]

@fushiglow hmm….wonder who i’d draw this for all of a sudden and why… 🤔🤔

[gingiekittycat]

Ah the emotional whiplash of "posting day" whereby I am unbelievably excited to upload a new chapter right up until I click "post" at which point I feel IMMEDIATE REGRET

[reluctanttrabbit]

should i make an ao3 acc? i feel like i should (i'll elab. in the tags)

[canthandlethishit]

is there any fic where dick snaps (at a villain or sth) and the bats witness it and like idk shit goes down

[n20-kildare]

5 things I’ve learnt from joining tumblr:

1. I should probably start making art again; y’all talented as hell.

2. Y’all are also way funnier than Twitter was, and also your gifs are way higher quality.

3. AO3 stands for Archive Of Our Own, and is not, as I previously assumed, a wikia-like information archive website.

4. I’m glad I was forced to retire because becoming big enough wrestler for people on tumblr to write fanfics about me, because I don’t know how personally comfortable I would’ve been about that.

5. Oh shit this website has formatting hell yeah

[willow-lark]

birthdaygate ficlet!!!

(shoutout to @andiwriteordie for inspiring this—go check out andi’s latest birthdaygate fic!)

Mike Wheeler doesn’t trust this new guy at all.

It’s always crowded in Hopper’s cabin when the entire gang decides to meet up there, but it becomes claustrophobic with the addition of this extra person. Mike sits across from him in the circle as Nancy addresses the group—though the information she gives is mostly for the benefit of the new guy—about her, Steve, and Jonathan’s latest mission to the Upside Down, which they just got back from.

It’s been a long and difficult two years since Vecna first split Hawkins into quarters and fully opened it up to the Upside Down. They’ve been fighting ever since, but though they know full well that Henry’s still alive, he always eludes El’s discovery, instead taunting them from the shadows as he plans his next attack.

Nancy, Steve, and Jonathan took a dangerous reconnaissance mission into the Upside-Down over night and returned an hour before dawn, immediately calling everyone together instead of waiting for their planned meetup at eight-thirty, which is why Mike is sitting here stifling a yawn instead of being asleep in bed.

It’s this kid’s fault.

Because not only did the three of them return with the information they set out to gain—a success, to be granted—they also came back with someone new.

This kid looks to be about the Party’s age, but he’s gaunt and pallid, with dark circles under his eyes. Mike’s never seen green eyes look so dull before. The kid keeps twitching as he glances around at everyone, like some kind of cornered rabbit. Maybe like Bambi. Earlier, Joyce Byers passed him a blanket, which he keeps drawn tight around his bony shoulders, clutching onto it with trembling fingers.

“How long were you in there?” Nancy asks the boy.

“A long time,” he tells her in a scratchy tone of voice. “What date is it?”

“November sixth, 1988.”

Nancy’s response seems to amuse him slightly—the corner of his mouth turning up for a split-second in an expression that Mike usually sees Jonathan wear—but his voice is sullen as ever. “Oh,” the kid says, and then amends himself, “almost two and a half years.”

“Did you ever see anyone else when you were in there?” asks Joyce, and the kid’s eyes dart to her.

Nancy is standing, and she paces a little back and forth. “I can’t believe we didn’t realize there were survivors who fell through the gates when they first opened!”

“No,” the boy answers Joyce. “It was just me. And—”

“Henry. One,” El fills in, and the two of them have the same kind of wide, docile eyes. But Mike knows that El is anything but docile. She’s killed multiple people directly in front of him. The thing is, though, Mike knows that El is on his side. He doesn’t know that about this random kid.

“Yes. Him.”

After a little while longer of questioning, the boy asks if he can go to the bathroom, and once he disappears into the cabin’s small one, the rest of them all erupt into arguing.

“How do you know we can trust him?” Mike snaps immediately. “For all we know he could be working with Vecna! What if Vecna sent him as a spy?”

“Mike!” Nancy snaps back. “You don’t know that! When we bumped into him in the Upside Down he was running for his life. He’s just some kid who fell through the gate. Benefit of the doubt, much?”

“And survived for two and a half years? I bet you couldn’t last a week in there. You don’t think he had help?”

Nancy throws up her hands, and Jonathan joins in, a little more placatingly. “We’ve been at a dead end for months now, Mike. This kid is the only lead we have at this point. He could help us.”

The general consensus is in Nancy and Jonathan’s favor, even from the adults. Hopper raises an eye at him, and says he needs to be a little more reasonable. Whatever that means. They’ll all come crying back to him when it turns out he’s right, just wait and see.

Tomorrow it’ll be five years to the day that all of this started, when Mike and Dustin and Lucas found El in the woods and expanded their Party to four. It’s been so long now that Mike can’t really remember the reason they were out there in the first place, considering that there was a heavy storm. It was probably some kind of pre-teen rebellion among the three of them. Mike’s pretty sure he had actually gotten grounded earlier that evening. If rebellion was what they were looking for, they ended up getting involved in something way more insane. Though they couldn’t save Barb Holland, Nancy’s friend, El killed the monster that hunted her. And since then, things have only escalated.

And that’s without adding this strange new boy into the mix. Mike doesn’t trust easily, and he certainly doesn’t trust him.

Not even when the boy returns from the bathroom and Nancy finally remembers to ask him his name.

Not when the question seems to catch the boy off-guard, and Mike watches him gulp before he answers in a quiet voice, gaze flicking toward Mike and away again, “My name is Will.”

Not when his answer sends an odd jolt of déjà vu through Mike’s chest, like he’s five years old again making friends with the shy kid on the playground. For a moment, Mike wonders if he knows this kid.

Probably, if he’s a student at Hawkins High. They’ve probably made brief and accidental eye contact with each other walking down the hallway.

Will is a pretty common name.

/end scene! if u read all of this then thank you ☺️💕 i have SO MANY birthdaygate ideas but i feel like this would be a long au which i don’t have the capacity to write rn :/// however i DO have literally the whole thing planned out in my brain so if anyone wants to hear it just come send me an ask 👀