#if anyone else shows up in my inbox u will get learned as well

[arugulafriend]

you know thats racist in and of itself right? like its actually documented that racial theory led to an increase in black crime, telling black boys the world is stacked against them so why bother trying. and more whites are committing suicide because people like you think the average joe just trying to live life is an opporessor for no reason based on the color of his skin. sounds more like you hate yourself than anyone else.

Have you been to watching Tim pool? The daily wire? I beg u to get out of the right wing pipeline.

Just because you have experienced injustices as a white person doesn’t mean poc aren’t systemically oppressed. The injustices you have faced are the result of capitalism, and America’s inability to take care of its citizens.

Now please stop bringing anti-black conspiracies into my inbox. Critical race theory does not teach black people to be victims and give up because of oppression. Its an academic theory that studies race and how it affects our modern society.

White men that are committing suicide recently are overwhelmingly elderly. The idea that young white men are overwhelmingly committing suicide is a lie spread by right wing commentators to make young white men feel like victims of a rapidly changing society and culture. (Here’s a report from the cdc)

I do not hate myself! I think I’m pretty cool actually! Recognizing that me as a white person have an inherent step up in America due to my skin color is just being honest with myself and recognizing reality. Not self hatred!

(I won’t even start on intersectionality and how being queer and femme presenting adds a whole other layer to how I am treated)

Much love to u anon! 💕 I hope you read this and really take my points into consideration!! Your current outlook on life is genuinely very self defeating and apathetic, and you’re projecting the effects of conservatism onto progressive/leftist ideas and theories.

[ca-suffit]

I hate having to say this because I know the importance of what you and everyone else is doing here but sometimes I wonder if always talking about races and defending Louis/Jacob on this aspects isn't doing him a disservice?

Let me explain,sometimes myself included when I find a group of fans so annoying that I end up hating their favs and I know that they find us annoying because we bring what they are refusing to see.

For example yesterday an artist has draw louis 4-5 tones much darker than his real complexion (mind you they had Armand complexion lighter than he is ,so they can do it) rightly a group of fans came upon him demanding accountability, everyone quoting etc...

Then I read another ''artist'' say,that's why she never does fan arts with Louis and I'm wondering how many think that way and that's probably why he is the lead with the least fan arts (non ship fan arts)

*English is not my native language*

hi and thank u for asking this! if u need clarification on anything I answer here bcuz of a language barrier just lmk in my inbox again, it's no problem.

also let me say first that anyone can give feedback on this. I'm not any authority on anything and I'm an anon account. I talk about topics objectively. It's always helpful to have insight from others who feel comfortable sharing more identifying racial info on themselves and giving opinions on this stuff.

ok so to the actual question

"Then I read another ''artist'' say,that's why she never does fan arts with Louis and I'm wondering how many think that way and that's probably why he is the lead with the least fan arts (non ship fan arts)"

the short answer to all of this is that....it's all an excuse.

how many artists of color draw white ppl every day and yet we never hear about a "struggle" from that side? there is one just the same but if ppl were louder about it, nobody would take it seriously. whiteness is "the norm." ppl would laugh anyone out of the room asking how it could be "hard" to depict a white person??

well. it's literally the same for anyone else. there is no excuse to be unable to do something like this. if an artist is unfamiliar with something then they practice to get better at it. I've known plenty of white artists who can draw ppl across racial identities and don't get feedback like this bcuz they work on improving and *listen* when these conversations come up with other artists. saying u can't draw a black man bcuz the "woke mob" might come for u is doubling down on being racist. not only are u saying it's not worth even *trying* to do the art, ur also saying all criticism makes u the victim and that's the most important part of all. "these conversations don't matter bcuz they make me feel bad and that's wrong :(" that's a typical white response to literally *anything* regarding race. that's a lot of why we're still here talking about this in every space. it's not only specific to white ppl either but usually that's the largest group saying stuff like this. white ppl don't have to think about race, so these convos easily get killed in even the most progressive spaces. a lot of times it makes white ppl feel racist to notice race at all and there's usually gonna be some person of color around to back up that "logic" and say it's "right." that's all it takes to shut it all down. that's a lot of what this fandom keeps doing too.

the only way to make progress is to normalize things more. ppl don't know how to draw different facial features, hair textures, skin tones? start practicing. look at art from black artists who draw black ppl and study how that looks. examine ur own antiblackness. learn about colorism. study the racist history of depicting black ppl in art so u don't accidentally recreate that unconsciously. know what the antiblack stereotypes are. the show literally gave us both in 2x7, ppl can even just go study *that.* a lot of ppl don't even know that is there, as blatant as it is.

this is why I said thank u for asking this bcuz it's an important thing to talk about. white fandom (a mindset, not a skin color) will use stuff like this to perpetuate the idea that talking about race *does* cause harm. it doesn't. it never will. it's the only way to make any progress. centering the feelings of an artist who doesn't want to bother drawing louis bcuz drawing black ppl is too hard / anxiety inducing is just straight up racism. idk specifically who this artist is or anything but this is stuff u see and then u stop supporting that artist. u don't coddle them about this either. it's a stupid, harmful thing to say. find artists who don't make those excuses and who can handle having these conversations, support them instead.

ppl should also always be looking for black artists in this fandom to support in the first place. none of the popular artists here are black and that's done intentionally by the fandom. everyone should feel bad about that tbh.

[leahseclipse]

Unexpected visit

“Could you do a one-shot about Spencer and y/n aka his secret long term gf. They have a baby together and Spencer hasn't told the team for security reasons and one day y/n passes by the BAU when returming from a baby check up or smth and she goes to see him (with the baby), completely forgetting that they don't know anything and the baby (who can talk a little) calls him dada in front of everyone and the team is just left in shock. And just pure chaos ensues (aka everyone loving the baby genius)”

Requested by: @enchantedthoughts​

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Warnings: None that I can think of, just cute dad!spencer

Summary: Spencer and his girlfriend had a child together that stayed a secret for security reasons; but when the reader happens to go to the bureau one day, the visit, supposed to be casual, turns into a surprising revelation that no one expected.

Word count: 1.8 k 

A/N: AAAAA TYSM- It’s like, my very very first request, and I was so excited the day I went into my inbox to see that ;;;;;;;- you have no idea how happy u made me by sending me a request- I hope that you'll like it,, I currently don’t have a child and never took care of one, so excuse me for the mistakes I've did for the behaviour and stuff,,,

(The fic hasn't been checked over so I'm sorry if there's any mistakes.)

When their daughter was born, they didn’t quite expect what had followed next. It was really difficult, but, the only complication that was to be taken into account was to not let anything slip out about her.

As much as Spencer wanted to, he couldn’t mention her at work, after both him and y/n had discussed the possible risks. Of course, the possibility of them occurring are not frequent, but not impossible as Spencer insisted during the chat they’ve had.

He had thought that it would be better to keep her as a secret for security reasons after witnessing what had happened around him; whether with people he was close with, or people he’d encounter with during cases, or at work.

On y/n’s side, she only happened to be working part-time at a small café, she’d mainly take orders and eventually clean, but she wasn’t very close with them, and had her daughter before she began working there, so whether she had let them know or not, nothing much would have changed.

Even though her job wasn’t as dangerous and totally not the same as Spencer’s, it also was preferable not to say anything else, she just decided not to inform her colleagues either.

At first, keeping the secret wasn’t as easy as they’d thought, but the only thing that they both wanted was to keep her safe, and it if meant that they couldn’t share it, especially for Spencer, as his team was as his family, they had to do with it, their child’s safety would go first.

They had managed to keep up with both their works and personal lives; Spencer would often have to take calls where no one could hear nor see him so he could see her.

It really was surprising to see him with a different phone, his old phone wasn’t the one to be usually seen, but he couldn’t resist to see her.

Spencer happened to be less at home than y/n, so video calls were a solution to be with her, in a way.

After that, the sudden change eventually had to be explained, as he wasn’t the kind to even touch a computer usually.

They had wished that the phone would be the only explanation to do, but Spencer’s work had decided otherwise.

Spencer didn’t seem to find excuses that would be seen as serious, or even understandable when the time to step aside for having time with his family when she was born had come.

It had eventually went well, really. More than expected.

Even if he couldn’t be home as he wanted to after he had to go back to work full-time, he really appreciated the little time he’d have with them.

He really didn’t expect all of this to happen at all just a few years ago, but he couldn’t wish for better now.

Both appreciated being with their daughter everyday, they’d get to discover more and more about her and enjoyed every moment they’d spend all together.

She had even begun talking a bit, sometimes some blabbering, or even fairly understandable words; like ‘dada’ or ‘mama’ recently, along with many others, including some invented ones.

They have been amazed by the number of stuff she’d learn each day, and couldn’t wait to see more.

Unfortunately, it’d have to wait.

She had a couple of appointments scheduled to see how she was doing, and happened to have one today, so ‘admiration time’ would have to wait.

Luckily, the appointment was on one of y/n’s days off, which could be attended without having to look for someone to cover her shift, or for Spencer to excuse himself if he didn’t happen to be on a case.

As expected, it didn’t take much time and she wasn’t fuzzy or anything, she was really calm for once, it really wasn’t surprising. She was usually calm in general and wouldn’t cause much problems.

But now that the appointment was done, she didn’t happen to have much on her schedule, and she could either go home or take a walk with her.

The weather seemed nice...ish, but she wasn’t so sure. She could, perhaps...pretend that Spencer forgot something, and go to his work?

That seemed like a good idea, and totally what she wanted to do.

Y/N had first decided to make a quick trip back to the apartment to catch some stuff she’d probably need, before heading to the car towards the bureau, it didn’t take much, just about twenty minutes, and plus, her daughter happened to be a bit sleepy, which was quite nice instead of having her cry the whole ride.

She had never come here at all, only walked by it or saw it when she happened to drive by, but never had she actually stepped inside.

She didn’t even know where to go, and even find where the hell Spencer could be, the only information she’d had was that he could possibly be at the 6th floor, somewhere in a room with desks.

Wow, very helpful.

The desks are literally EVERYWHERE.

She didn’t know what any of them looked like, she had only heard from them, and if Spencer showed her pictures of them, that must have been a while ago, because she barely remembers a single one.

That’s when she began to ask herself what the hell she was doing here.

How was she going to do, if literally, no one knew her, and, now that she realises, isn’t really supposed to be here.

She probably...got herself into a mess. Probably.

Y/N had swore that the universe was against her, because just when she had stepped in the ‘room with desks’, a couple of voices could be heard from the small staircase leading to a corridor.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice asked, which seemed a bit...nervous as well.

She tried her best not to let too much emotions show on her face, as she was literally around at least...eight profilers.

“Dada!” The child that she held in her arms yelled, as she pointed at Spencer.

Definitely screwed.

It’s over.

“Did that child just call him dad, or did I misheard it?” A blonde woman -probably JJ- asked, looking around as if she looked for approbation.

“You didn’t misheard it.” They all said.

In the meantime, y/n and Spencer just looked in the void, definitely realising that the secret they had tried to keep had just exposed them.

They wouldn’t have thought once that their own child would expose them.

“I think we may own everyone here an explanation, no?” Y/N hesitantly asked, looking at Spencer as if he could make the situation less worse than it already was.

“...we do.” Spencer answered, walking up to where his girlfriend was.

“For how long have you been hiding this beautiful girl and that cutie…?”

“Uh...I’ve been with her for...almost four years, and she’s going to be two soon.” Spencer answered, looking at Penelope. “You guys are really worrying me, is something wrong?”

“No, it’s just that...we’re, really, really, surprised. Especially for the child.”

“Yeah, it uh...mainly was for security reasons, for both of them. It if wasn’t for that, you guys would have already known.”

“At least uh...you know me, and I know you guys.” Y/N said, trying to break the silence.

“It’s really wow...she has Spence’s eyes too.” JJ told, a small smile on her face.

“She’s way too cute, no wonder why she’s so beautiful, look at her parents.” Penelope gestured at the couple.

“You really did hide them from us for a while.” One of the men said, as y/n just looked in confusion. “Oh, I’m uh, Matt.”

“Y/N. It’s uh…a bit overwhelming, there’s a lot of people I don’t know. I know names, but not which name to put on who’s face.

“It wasn’t...planned.” Spencer joined, pulling her close to reassure her.

"It's ok, don't worry. It won't change anything, we love you as much as we loved you before, we're happy to know that everything is going well with your small family."

"Yeah, I was aware of that, I've heard a lot of good stuff about everyone, I was just afraid. It's been a while since we got together, and had her, so it sure was surprising to know that your genius had a small family without anyone knowing." Y/N said, looking down at the small girl in her arms.

"It sure wasn't easy. I've had to find an excuse for whatever family member when I needed to take care of her. At least, I don't have to create an excuse about an imaginary aunt anymore." Spencer admitted.

"And also, if uh…we do have another one, you won't have to find a super difficult excuse, that time."

"Oh, yeah...that."

"That, yeah. I've had her before I began working, so I didn't have explanations to do. Now uh...am I supposed to let them know?"

"If you want to. It's already too late here. Our own child exposed us, even, if it was a bit too late to get out of that mess from the moment everyone saw her. Hm?"

"A...bit too late. But, as she was great today, we can excuse her."

"Mhm. We can." Spencer agreed, as he looked at the people around along with y/n.

"So, everything's good?" Y/N asked.

"Of course! We're not upset or anything, it was just surprising at first. But now that I know about you two, you don't imagine the number of gifts and attention you're about to get." Penelope clearly did everyone else know that she wouldn't take her attention off them for a while.

"I can imagine. She's going to have a lot of aunts and uncles now that she has everyone here, she's going to be so spoiled." Y/N joked.

"You have no idea." A black haired woman said, she probably was Emily.

"Do you have time right now? You could stay for a bit, we don't have much to do." Spencer asked Y/N, to which she was quick to answer by nodding.

"Yeah, I am. Plus, after that, I don't think that I would get to go home before answering a million questions." Y/N said, trying to not look more stressed that she already was.

"Yay! We get to spend more with them!" Garcia said, visibly excited at the idea.

Even though nothing of that was planned to happen for a while, it went well overall. Of course, they would have preferred to wait a bit more, but they can't do much now.

The positive point is that she'll get to talk about her freely now, especially with his co-workers now that they know.

They've all been surprised, but very welcoming. They all reassured her and she really liked their presence.

Y/N really knew what Spencer meant when he considered them as family, they really were as a real one, and now, she gets to be a part of it along with their daughter.

The unexpected visit turned out to be a surprising revelation, that again, surprisingly turned out into a joyful mess.

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Tags: @homoose ;

[skellebonez]

*slams into your inbox* hiiii skelle sooo for the ask meme how about

13 (detective au) and 67 (character in peril) for shadowpeach

AND/OR

25 (fairy tale au) and 84 (married to the job) for shadowcoding?

you dont have to do both prompts if you dont want, thers just so many good ones i couldnt decide!! if you dont want, then just pick your favourite ^^ in curious to hear any/all ideas u have! have a nice day ♡

HEY SO THIS GOT... LONG.

Like ridiculously long. You sure know how to pick prompts that spark my brain in some way! I had to do both, I just had to. They're both under the cut so I don't completely drown the dashboard or ship tags, and the start of each is the larger blue line so if anyone reading this is only interested in one you know where to start and stop!

13 (detective au) and 67 (character in peril) for Shadowpeach

I do enjoy the occasional Private Detective AUs, specifically the kind of lone wolf “gonna do everything myself vigilante style” kind so I think this would be that kind of AU. The focus would be ShadowPeach but I like the idea of the private detectives in question being MK and Mei because they are best friends and partners in helping people out! So… both SWK and Macaque are famously missing, their many battles long after the Journey ended becoming legend until one final confrontation made them both vanish.

Until Macaque shows up at MK and Mei’s private detective business in disguise out of the blue one day, asking them to find an “old friend” (we know who) of his that’s been missing for “so many years he’s lost count”. Despite their suspicions about his intentions they take on the job because they haven’t had a high paying client in a long time and for some reason he’s paying them half in advance (well above their normal pay rate for a finished job)... so they think that even if they don’t this “old friend” they might figure out what is up with this guy and be able to get the full story and tip off the friend if he vanished for good reason.

As their investigation goes on they learn that something really weird has been going on and there is a string of disappearances in their city every 20 years where someone vanished under mysterious circumstances and a family member or family friend always comes to look for them and deal with their affairs… before that person vanishes and the cycle continues. It’s actually incredibly concerning that no one caught on to this before they did. And they eventually come to find the final person in the chain and it’s someone they’re far too close to and know personally, it cannot be a coincidence.

More investigation, they learn the person Macaque claims to be doesn’t exist, they confront him, and he finally reveals himself for who he actually is and the real reason he came back. An old enemy is returning and he cannot fight her on his own and he needs SWK to fight with him or else she might erase the memory of him from the world.

And then MK’s adoptive father would show up and who would it be? … yeah, it’s the final person who would have taken over the role of the disappeared, it’s SWK in disguise.

In this AU Sun Wukong has been taking on different “lives” and hiding out among the humans instead of SWK just vanishing to Flower Fruit Mountain and Mac doing… whatever it was he did. Every fight Macaque had with him (and it was a lot) over the centuries ended in him getting his ass kicked until around… I’ll say 5-400 years prior when Macaque just kinda gave up after he finally asked SWK what really happened and he was the one who vanished after that because he realized he wasn’t innocent in their falling out after all (at first he wouldn’t accept this but eventually he would realize SWK was telling the truth and boy did he fuck up claiming his friend just abandoned him and the mountain and everyone else on it).

This would only be half way through the fic, the secondary half would be a series of flashbacks to what happened between them before he left on the Journey interspersed around them finally talking to each other properly and working on how to fight off LBD’s growing power and teaming up with other LMK villains early to keep her from getting to them (they’re all characters in peril at this point). The entire time Macaque would be acknowledging what he did wrong and saying he doesn’t expect anything more than SWK to help defeat LBD because he’s “the hero, and don’t heroes do the right thing?”, meanwhile SWK knows he is not telling the whole truth. LBD should have been weak enough for Macaque to take down alone, why hasn’t he done that? And WHY has he only been using glamours and none of his other powers?

The ultimate climax of the story would be the revelation that most of Macaque’s powers were stolen by Not Mayor in a trap he had set for him when he tried to take out LBD himself, that’s why he needed to find SWK and that’s why he’s not been using them. He would end up nearly being killed in the final battle before LBD and Mayor are finally defeated and his powers are returned to him. 

He ends up leaving, vanishing again, and SWK would set off to find him because they have “unresolved business”. MK would ask if this is like all the other times, the disappearances, and he would assure him that that part of his life is over and he’s coming back.

Fast forward to an epilogue chapter where he finds him on Mount Huaguo and they end up watching the moon set and the sun rise together and SWK turns to him and says hes changed a lot. He’s not the same Six-Eared Macaque he left behind despite his wishes to return. Macaque would tell him that he’s not the same Suun Wukong either. They’re both different people now.

And Sun Wukong would say “well, in that case…” and offer him a handshake. “I’m Sun Wukong, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Handsome Monkey King, you’ve heard the legends I bet. Who are you?”

And it would end with Macaque taking his hand and answering with his own name, both agreeing they should get to know each other.

25 (fairy tale au) and 84 (married to the job) for Shadowcoding

OH MY GOSH THIS ONE.

Ok, so, I know a lot of fairy tale AUs are based on existing ones and that is the entire gimmick for the fics HOWEVER. I also love fics and stories that create their own original stories with fairy tale vibes and elements and that’s kind of what I am going for here.

Syntax would be the royal scientist for Spider Queen, a very powerful and feared ruler in this AU. Because I believe she is based on the Spider Sisters in JTTW she took the throne at a young age after her sisters were killed in a battle. Her sisters were the main defense of their kingdom, only a small army to back them up as they thought they were unstopable, and now SQ with Huntsman and Goliath as her royal advisors and right hand men, have been the only real offense and defense for a long time. Syntax would be a regular human she had brought in from their kingdom at some point after finding him traveling between kingdoms.

Spider Queen would ask him to modify her venom and tech (someone had to build her mechs before he showed up and it had to be her so she has ben making mechanical defenses for the kingdom) so that she could turn her subjects into spiders, thus increasing their number and making it so they are able to protect themselves should anyone attack the kingdom. In compensation he would have all the accommodations he so desired in the palace.

Much like in the show Syntax would be able to build the tech but fail at modifying the venom, working night after night working to exhaustion until a mysterious girl comes to the kingdom. She offers SQ what she needs to perfect the venom but the queen is skeptical, insisting that Syntax can do it. The Girl says that she bets that he could not fix the venom within the course of three nights, and if he does not she would. SQ makes a deal with her, and then it is revealed she is LBD and their bet is sealed. Should Syntax fail to make the venom she will modify it to her desires at noon the day after the third night and, as SQ made a deal with her and those cannot be broken in fairy tales, she pushes Syntax to do what he can before she loses their kingdom.

On the first night Syntax is visited by a shadow who whispers to him “go to the garden, hidden deep within the maze is a rare flower. Pluck it, set it in fine wine, and come sun down tomorrow add it to the venom”. He questions who the shadow is, the shadow smiling and telling him that he is someone who does not want LBD to win. He does so, having no other ideas of what to do (and fairy tale logic), and come the next night the venom does not work like it should but it does glow a different color and when testing a small drop on himself out of curiosity it greatly increases his strength and hearing for a short while. 

On the second night the shadow returns, telling him to “take the deepest feelings from the queen, added immediately” and add them to the venom. Syntax realizes that he needs Spider Queen to tell him everything about why she wants this venom, confiding in him her worries and causing her to cry. He adds a tear he caught to the venom, the color changing once again. This time, when tested the drop increases his hearing to the point he can feel vibrations in the air and his vision gives him the ability to see ultraviolet color (still needs glasses, now he needs his visor) for a short time.

The third night he waits for the shadow to return, and he does. He tells him to come to a secret cave under the kingdom. There he will find a man encased in bone. Take him from his prison and add a drop of his shadow magic to the venom and it will be finished.

Huntsman and Goliath are skeptical about this, but wenn Syntax shows them what the venom can already do SQ insists they help him find this mysterious man in bone. There, under the kingdom and in the caves, they find Six-Eared Macaque, a legendary demon who was said to have gone missing centuries ago. They take him from his prison, still encased in bone despite their efforts, and while he feels bad about it Syntax takes a single drop of blood from one finger and adds it to the venom.

Before anyone can stop him he tries a full dose on himself and becomes a spider, the venom having worked as the shadow had told him.

When Syntax tells Macaque to show himself, to the confusion of everyone else, the shadow returns and praises him for figuring out who he was. He was captured by LBD long ago, used as a pawn in her schemes and he had been trapped only able to watch the world in this form. His reason for showing himself to Syntax was 3 fold. 1) he wanted LBD to be defeated. 2) He wanted Syntax, this ingenious man, to see if he could save him from the bone. 3) He was genuinely impressed by the man, working so hard for a kingdom that had taken him in.

Syntax knew it was also because he was lonely. He had spent so long alone thinking about what had happened.

LBD comes, as promised, and when she sees Syntax as a spider she attempts to kill him. Fairy tale logic, this is enough to break the deal between her and SQ and that power of a broken deal frees Macaque from the bone and he drives her out of the body that she is inhabiting (the little girl from the show, who we in the fandom call Bai He). LBD is not defeated, but she is driven off for now, and Macaque is offered the palace to rest in and recover before (if) he leaves.

He chooses to stay, leaving to fight LBD and ultimately defeat her with the help of others, because Syntax would help him get used to being in a body again and he is impressed by the man’s wit and tenacity.

The fic ends with the kingdom willingly becoming spiders for SQ, Macaque and Syntax as the Royal Guard and Royal Scientist, and Bai He adopted into the spider family.

Fairy Tale ending!

[triggerhappyimagines]

How about the V3 boys, (the ones who died) with a s/o whos the Ultimate Spirit Medium/Necromancer and they call the spirit of the dead character? I just wanna see some scenarios/hc's of that, if u could do it that'd be gr8! If not thats okay, i understand ^^

hey everyone, long time no see! sorry for sort of vanishing for a while, i’ve been super busy with school and my job and kind of lost interest in danganronpa for a little bit,,,, but i’m back and i’m gonna try my best to get through the requests in our inbox and maybe even try and finish a few more of the october prompts (if you guys would still be interested in seeing those!!).

anyways, sorry for the long wait on your request, anon! this was one i had started a few months ago back when i was writing regularly and i finally buckled down and finished it!! i decided to do all the v3 boys (except kiibo because uhhh hes a robot) instead of just the ones who died in canon to avoid spoilers for anyone who hasn’t finished the game yet!! i apologize if some of these seem repetitive i sorta started running out of ideas by the end lmao. i hope you enjoy, anon!

warnings: mentions of death/dying (obviously), general angst

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Shuichi Saihara

— to say the least, Shuichi is a little shaken up now that he’s gone and you’re... well, not.

— he always told you he’d stay by your side forever, and he feels guilty. he feels like he broke a promise

— but... you talk to him again that first night. you say his name and look straight at him. can you see him? no, it couldn’t be... right?

— of course, once he puts all the pieces together, it all makes sense

— you’re the ultimate spirit medium, for goodness sakes! of course you can see him and speak to him the same way you would any other living person

— after a while, Shuichi stops feeling so guilty for leaving you. partially because it doesn’t feel quite like he’s abandoned you, and also because you reassure him that he didn’t do anything wrong by dying

— i mean, come on, it’s not his fault he got killed! how could you ever hold that against him?

— still, it takes him some time to come to terms with everything.

— though he loves you, he still finds it sad that he can never speak to anyone else ever again. at least, not without your aid.

— but as long as he has you by his side to help him cope... he knows he’ll be alright

— after all, he loves you, and you love him. and that’s enough to give him the strength he needs to keep from falling apart.

Rantaro Amami

— he's still very protective of you, despite the fact he’s merely a spirit now

— he’s always right by your side, no matter what.

— even when you aren’t able to take a moment to talk to him, or even look in his direction, Rantaro is right there

— if he were still alive, the way he now follows you around all the time may seem obsessive and creepy, but you actually appreciate it

— nobody else can see or speak to him but you, which makes his constant presence comforting, in a way

— Rantaro isn’t able to touch you in the same way he could when he was alive, but nonetheless, he still tries

— he’ll try to place his hand atop yours, or wrap his arms around your figure, but he always just passes straight through you

— you find the chill that blossoms on your skin where he touched you comforting; it’s a reminder that even though he’s gone, he’s still there with you

— it breaks his heart that he can’t truly be with you, but he tries not to focus on his own problems too much

— after all, your happiness is much more important to him than his own; you are his priority

— you’ll have to remind him that it’s okay for him to be sad, and that he shouldn’t bottle up his own emotions to be there for you

— he’ll want to keep being the person to take care of you, and watch out for you, but he needs you to be that person for him

Kokichi Ouma

— you didn’t really think Kokichi would start behaving himself just because he’s dead, did you?

— honestly he uses the fact only you can see and speak to him to his advantage

— good luck trying to keep your cool around other people while he’s off being a clown right in front of you

— but of course, he’s not all fun and games

— i mean... he’s dead. and that sucks

— he probably won’t show it, at least not right away, but he doesn’t like the feeling of separation between you two

— sure, he’s still around, but not like before. before, he could surprise you with a kiss or a suffocating hug, but he just can’t do that anymore

— it hurts. really bad.

— but he knows he’ll be okay. he know’s he’ll get used to it someday, as long as he has you with him to cheer him up when he gets especially sad

— you’re his sunshine, and he may not show it, but he needs you. so don’t leave him all alone, okay?

Gonta Gokuhara

— lets be honest... Gonta has the hardest time of the bunch adjusting to being nothing more than a spirit

— you’ll likely have to give him a lot of comfort. he’s confused, and he misses being able to be with you for real :(

— the hardest part for him is no longer being able to touch you

— he longs to feel your lips press gently against his cheek, to lay in your lap as your hands comb through his hair... he’d give anything to hold you in his arms again...

— unlike Rantaro, he’s not content with merely passing through your body when he makes contact with you

— it just... upsets him. it’s a cruel reminder that his life ended, and that he will never get to hold you, kiss you, and just love you the way he could before his life ended

— be patient with him, please... he’ll adapt eventually... but it could take a while

— just make sure to remind him how much you love him, he’ll need a lot of reassurance and comfort from you

Kaito Momota

— surprisingly, Kaito adapts to the situation pretty well

— if he is struggling with any sort of major emotions, he’s doing a stellar job of hiding it from you. and you hate that

— you don’t totally believe him when he says he’s okay, or when he tells you not to worry about him

— you know him better than that. it doesn’t make sense to you. he just died for crying out loud! he can never follow his dreams, never have the future he always wanted with you

— and you don’t understand how he can just shrug all that off and continue being your boyfriend like normal

— you confront him about it one night. he’s laying on his back, hovering beside you as you read (Kaito loves being able to float around in midair. perks of being a ghost, right?)

— "how can you be okay?" you blurt out suddenly. he looks at you, confused.

— you continue, asking all the questions that had been gnawing at you for days, and when you finally finish, he just laughs

— "of course i’m upset. but it’s a man’s job to protect the ones he loves! and being there for you is much more important than staying upset about this." he explains

— you can’t help but feel a little stupid. he’d always put you first, always prioritized your needs over anyone else’s, even his own. and he wasn’t about to stop just because he died

— fortunately for you, he isn’t upset with you sort of asking him why the hell he wasn’t a huge, depressed mess.

— in fact, he thinks it’s really sweet that, despite the fact you should be worried about yourself so you don’t end up joining him in the afterlife, you spent your energy fussing over him

Korekiyo Shinguji

— with Kiyo, not much changes. at least, not on his end.

— he’s very fascinated by the mere notion of being a spirit and has the time of his life unlife getting used to his new body

— at first you’re happy for him. i mean, it’s good that he’s not struggling, right? shouldn’t you want him to feel okay? you wouldn’t want him to suffer in sadness like you, right?

— but he’s so enthralled with his new state of being he... almost forgets to check up on you

— and even when he does spend time with you, it almost feels like all he does is talk about himself and the new things he’s discovered about being a spirit

— it’s frustrating, to say the least. you know you didn’t truly lose him, but it feels like you did

— when you finally tell him that you feel like he’s changed, he’s confused

— when Kiyo hears you say how much you miss him, how you feel like he’s so different now, he’s kinda just like ???????

— how could he be different? it’s still him, don’t you know that?

— after a long night of reflecting while you sleep (not needing rest is one of the many perks of being a spirit), Kiyo realizes what he’s been doing wrong

— you used to love when he’d talk to you endlessly about his work, his research, etc.

— but now, when he’d ramble on for hours about new things he’d learned thanks to being a mere spirit, it was just another painful reminder to you that he was dead. that he was gone.

— the moment he gets a chance, he apologizes to you. it’s a bit of an emotional moment for both of you, being the first time either of you have confronted the end of Kiyo’s life head on

— he tries to hold you, but all you feel is an icy chill where his flesh would have met yours, but oddly enough... it doesn’t make you feel worse

— you’d anticipated another tsunami of your own tears after Kiyo’s body passed through yours, but it’s comforting, albeit in a morbid way

— he’s gone, but you haven’t lost him. and you’ll never lose him; he’ll remind you of that every day if he has to

Ryoma Hoshi

— man, if you thought ryoma’s attitude and general outlook on life was depressing before, you’ve got a big storm coming

— for a long time after his death, he’s very... cold. to everyone and everything

— he’s upset. but not because he’s dead, but because he can’t protect you anymore

— being there for you, to defend you and keep you safe, had become his raison d’être, so to speak

— he knows you can still see him and talk to him. he’s not stupid. but he pretends he doesn’t hear you at first. part of him thinks that if he shuts you out long enough, you’ll come to your senses and realize you should be upset with him

— but you never do. despite what he thinks he deserves, you never turn on him, never give up on him, never stop loving him

— with time, he’ll come around and start learning to cope with his own death, and the fact you outlived him

— and you’ll be there with him every step of the way (whether he likes it or not)

[redrose-arrow]

Duncan x Halt anon here!!! this is one of the last coherent hcs i have about these two (the rest are kinda random, just cute little things I think would apply to this ship) ANYWAY IM HAVINF THE TIME OF MY LIFE LETS GOOOO

OKAY SO CAITLYN’S DEATH. I’m imagining this is set sometime after the Early Years series, before Halt takes on Gilan as an apprentice; anyway, Duncan gets a letter one day from Clonmel and he opens it to see that it’s an invitation to the funeral of the Hibernian princess Caitlyn O’Carrick—it’s protocol that whenever someone Royal/generally important dies, a letter is sent to all kingdoms who are on good terms with the deceased/kingdom of the deceased informing them of the death (along with an invite to the funeral). This was only put in place because it’s not great fun to show up at a ball or party and be like “Hey how is [blank] doing?” only to have [blank]’s mother burst into tears and run out of the ballroom—kinda puts a damper on the evening (Duncan has learned this the hard way. He’s not keen on repeating that mistake, so he makes sure to read through all his mail carefully)

So he gets this letter, goes “Clonmel? funny, that’s where Halt is from” and puts it aside for a second to continue rifling through his mail. Then the lightbulb goes off on his head and he‘s like “WAIT, THAT’S WHERE HALT IS FROM” and dives for the invitation. There’s more information regarding the place it’ll be held (a private funeral service in Dun Kilty, which will then be opened to the public so they can pay their respects) and other details like what time, the dress code, etc etc, but all Duncan can think right now is: Caitlyn O’Carrick is gone. Halt’s sister is dead.

Then another thought: does Halt know?

Duncan is pretty sure he doesn’t—Halt doesn’t keep in touch with anyone from his past, not that there were many people he’d want to keep in touch with anyway. But Caitlyn was important to him, the one person who’d actually given a damn about him, and Duncan realizes with a growing sense of dread that he’s gonna have to tell Halt about her passing. Reluctantly he sends a messenger boy to fetch the Ranger (“not extremely urgent, but I’d like to see him by the end of the day”) and excuses himself to his chambers. Halt rolls in sometime around mid-afternoon with a “you wanted to see me?” Duncan, letter in hand, pit in his stomach, tells him to sit. “If this is about the seal that I allegedly carry in my bag,” Halt says as he sits, “then you should know that Crowley is a lying bastard who couldn’t tell a horse from a boat. I don’t know how he manages to hit what he’s aiming at with that eyesight, but—“ he cuts off when Duncan holds the letter out to him. He raises an eyebrow, meeting Duncan’s grim gaze. Without another word he takes the letter, unfolds it, and reads.

There’s no visible change in Halt’s expression; he’s stoic as always, but Duncan knows him now, sees the way his fingers tighten on the paper, knows by the way he stills that his mind is struggling to process the information he’s been given. Neither man speaks until Duncan breaks the heavy silence: “The funeral is in a week’s time. I’ve already written and sent a letter confirming my attendance at the service.” No reaction from Halt, so Duncan takes a breath and says, “I think you should come with me.” He goes on for a little about how he can station Crowley at Redmont in Halt’s absence, how he’ll explain Halt’s seemingly unnecessary company for the trip, precautions they can take so nobody recognizes his similarities to the King Ferris; then he trails off when he realizes that Halt’s not really listening, just staring blankly at the unassuming letter that brought his entire world to a screeching halt. Duncan walks over and rests a hand on the man’s shoulder: “If you decide to come with,” he says quietly, “I’ll be ready and waiting by the front gate at dawn.” He spares one last glance at Halt’s frozen expression, gives his shoulder a gentle squeeze and walks out. When Duncan returns an hour later, Halt is gone, and the letter is resting on the chair where he’d sat.

Three days later and Duncan’s ready and waiting, sitting on his horse with a pack pony shuffling impatiently behind them. It looks like Halt isn’t coming and he’s about to leave when he hears the familiar clop-clop of a Ranger horse, just as Halt rides into view on Abelard. He slows to a stop, and if the shadows under his eyes are a little darker than usual then Duncan doesn’t mention it. The two of them share a look; finally Duncan inclines his head, turns to whisper a few instructions to his chamberlain, and takes off, Halt following closely behind.

The funeral is nice enough; Duncan attends the private service, leaving Halt alone in their shared guest room, and later in the evening Halt slips away to watch the public service from the shadows. When he leaves, there’s a brightly coloured wildflower in his hand that’s gone when he returns. Duncan doesn’t ask. (He doesn’t say all that much, actually; the sight of the grave next to Caitlyn’s, a polished gray slab with intricate patterns and a marking etched into the stone that reads ‘HALT O’CARRICK, CROWN PRINCE’ has him feeling ill for the rest of the trip.)

I’m still not 100% decided on the details—I’d like to think that Duncan wanders around the castle a little bit, stopping to stare at the portraits of the O’Carrick family hanging from the walls and trying not to do a double-take every time he sees and/or hears Ferris talk. And how would Halt react to seeing Ferris again? I am ALSO not sure about this but in general I think it would just be a lot of Halt grieving quietly with Duncan standing by him in a silent show of support. (after all, it’s not like anyone else can be there—nobody else can know that Halt’s sister has died, and even if he did tell anyone the abridged version without the gruesome details, they wouldn’t fully understand how much she meant to him. Duncan doesn’t say “I’m sorry for your loss”, because he knows Halt well enough to know that the man despises empty platitudes. So he just...stays with him, and watches over him, and reminds him that he’s not alone.)

if I hadn’t already shipped Halt and Duncan because of your previous headcanon, I would now. It is absolute b e a u t i f u l.

I love Duncan’s conflicted emotions, Halt’s silenced anger - Halt’s supposed gravestone?? I never even thought of that but it’s an amazing detail. The dialogue is spot on, too.

You too, anon, THANK YOU for dropping this in my inbox. I TOO AM HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE

[rosetintedgunman]

✨ ( i’m only sending this bc i know you’ll save it for when i need it most but if u don’t put one in my inbox - )

You absolutely know me well enough but I followed through on your threat so I can do this mwahaha

@sunstouch

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True to your choice of alias, you are a ray of sunshine to this entire community. And I mean that. Your bright energy is infectious, and it's little wonder that there's nothing but positivity surrounding you when others are thinking about you. You've been friendly and encouraging, and making sure that everyone's had a good starting point no matter how new they are to the fandom. As a certified oldie in the rpc, it's so nice to see it. Positive influences like you are what's needed for the future.

(This isn't hindered by what's going on IRL. In fact, I'm happy that you aren't trying to juggle high activity and busyness. The last thing you need is a complete burnout. Hopefully by the time this appears you're due a mini break of some sort - you absolutely deserve it.)

As for your writing... I think that should be an obvious one. I ADORE you dorky spaceboi. Mark is such a silly, lively character that's brought a smile to the face of each of my characters that have met him. Gin is so much fun! I've not had a chance to do a lot myself, but it's been a joy to see him. He's an expert fourth wall breaker, so well done on that one! And then Starchild. I am so very interested in having uncle-nephew interactions when the opportunity arises, but there's no rush in that regard.

I know there's not a lot I can do, but I am here to support you in any way I can. Whether that's just through sending silly asks, or being there late at night if you need someone to message. It's still a long road ahead for you, but you won't be alone. I promise.

BONUS:

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"I think I've made my stance pretty clear. I'm takin' Gin an' helpin' 'em learn 'bout their abilities. I know it's not th' Gin that everyone else knows but that's not th' point. I'll still care fer that Gin even if it ends up with me gettin' in some sorta trouble. Gin is somethin' special. I know I'm never gonna understand th' full extent of it all, but I wanna help him figure that all out, or at least help teach th' skills ta do so.

Mark's gotta be a puppy. There's no way he's just a normal person. He's at least a third puppy. He's even got them cute little puppy-dog eyes! C'mon, how could anyone be mad at him?? I wanna smush his cheeks together an' give him a lollipop.

Star... I wanna get ta know him, Sun. When th' time's right, I wanna help babysit, or show him new things. He deserves th' world, an' then some.

As fer you! I like ya! Yer fun an' give me th' impression that yer really enjoyin' yerself. When yer proper breaks come, I hope yer able ta properly chill out. Yer a special sunbeam. Don't lose that brightness, okay?"

[sk-lumen]

Need serious advice about setting boundaries or communicating when dealing with a person who:

Is a parent

Has unhealthy communication methods -- it takes very little for them to start full-blown screaming, shouting out all your 'negative' things/mistakes/past, can continue to scream-criticise you even after you've gone silent, for WHOLE MINUTES even if you've shut up, will not accept anything that even hints at them making a mistake

You can't trust since childhood coz u made the mistake of confiding in them with a serious issue as a young teen --- mental related --- and they belittled and invalidated you, and since then pretended you never confided in them and have NO IDEA how you've been coping without them or ANYone else for years... Yeah thanks, parent, what u said back then made me think I was the one at fault and so I stopped trusting even friends coz yeah, when ur own parent doesn't give a damn, why would anyone else?

Is a master at silent treatments without explaining what EXACTLY they're punishing you for, then when theyre in the mood, will start talking to you as if they hadn't ignored you for days. Lol I'd rather be water boarded I think. Especially for all the damage this caused when I was a child

Won't openly talk about what they want, yet expects ALL FHE TIME others (in the family) to know what they want, then will complain/scream/angry for AGES about how no one cares, no one gives a damn... And when someone asks them what they want, they either say: nothing, or "you should know! Can't u see?"

Upon asking them to please talk normally, will blow a fuse, and lose it --- happened multiple times today

Literally will use me as a scape goat to unleash their frustrations upon. Even when I leave the room, I can hear them b*tch about how much of a failure I am etc. The trigger being anything that bothers them, from a phone call to something other siblings did, bla bla. I limit my time with them... But it's like, it feels impossible to have them treat me normally, without ridiculing or criticising me. I'm already a very low self esteem person... This doesn't help AT ALL

In short, refuse to tell/ask/discuss important stuff, and getting mad randomly that no one read their mind, bcoz everyone's 'old enough to have enough sense' to know what they 'should' do... Eg will not pikc up the phone when we call them from the store to ask when what the needed isn't available, so what other alternative can we get... And then when we get home, will instead blame us for being fussy and not getting the alternative, completelt skirting around the issue they didn't deign to pick up the phone... I mean, I don't get it. In the past I HAVE in fact asked them to just openly tell me what they want/expect from me to make them happy... Got passive aggressive answers like "don't you know? Are you dumb?" Bla bla

Passive aggressive to the max when they've lost it

Expect me to drop anything I'm doing and immediately cater to them, and expect me to help them in their hobbies (while simultaneously, as I learned many years ago to much heartache, not being interested or even pretending to be interested in my hobbies. The disinterest taught me very quickly how much what I wanted meant, leading to years of self-invalidation. Luckily I've learned it really is them, not me. My hobbies are valid)

Will not talk about why they're feeling angry, what causes it. Instead will blame me, who's like the golden scapegoat in our amazing family, by saying :YOU made me negative. They've said it many times now... It hurts a lot, when I'm also struggling with my own issues which I ofc can't confide in them about :)

Today I manned up -- the outburst of hatred happened again! Over a simple thing. It was NIGHTMARE and made me angry/sad/frustrated/triggered---, and so I told them to stop talking like that... Boy was that the wrong thing to say... I don't think I can accurately tell u what happened afterwards...

Usually children learn communication skills from the parents... I at least learned to recognize the unhealthy ones, and what NOT to communicate like lol. Like, other parent is even worse, believe it or not. But that's another complex situation

I'm not bashing on the parent. Lord knows I even have that much of a right huh? I hate myself eveb more when they invalidate me if I try to show how MUCH THEY HURT me after a 'communication session'. As in, heaven forbid me if I BE SILENT afterwards and DON'T wanna listen to their retardation. Nope. Even then they provoke me, rage at me, you know how sometimes enraged people hiss vitriol thru gritted teeth? Yeah, that's what they did today after I stayed silent and tried to ignore them an hour later after the 'session' when they wabted something. It's like they don't even need me to say a word and will carry on and on for minutes 🤢

I feel alone, helpless and at a loss what to do

I want to move out. Due to severe mental issues I can't even move out rn coz it scares me even more. But this has to stop. Things are only okay if I'm absolutely passive, say yes to whatever they want, kill my wants and needs, and become a perfect robot bred to cater to them (parent)

I hope you can help me out, dear

Hi darling,

It sounds like you’re in a considerably toxic environment. I'm sorry you're going through this. Know that this is not normal, nor is it how a parent/child relationship should be. In case there's any doubt, let me start by saying you deserve to be supported, respected, listened to, to have your needs met. You deserve to live in an environment that offers you all of these things.

With that being said, from the many scenarios you’ve mentioned you’ve already tried reasoning and setting boundaries, to no avail. There is only so much you can do on your own, if the other person in the equation is not meeting halfway or at all. After all, a healthy conversation involves two people, not just one.

Here's my advice, in this order:

Calmly and maturely asking the respective parent to have a serious discussion with you and to listen to what you have to say. Share how their actions and behaviour is making you feel, let them know you care, and make sure to mention several solutions for the issue as well. If this doesn’t work…

Bring up the subject of needing help from outside, such as the assistance of a specialist/therapist. Family counselling can shed a lot of light on toxic behaviours that are ingrained from childhood (both in their case and yours), on fears your parent may have, stress from their work, whatever is causing their outbursts and anger - because there is always a reason. Behind anger is sadness, and behind sadness is some need not being met, or an underlying fear, trauma, etc. This is not a justification for their behaviour, they are responsible for it; this is simply the fact of how energy dynamics work. People bottle up their frustrations, fears, etc, and let them out on those closest to them, to whom they feel superior. It’s not fair, and it’s not healthy, but it is frequently how this pattern works. If this solution doesn’t work either…

Then unfortunately, all you can do is focus on yourself. If they refuse to meet you anywhere along the road, you have to pack up your things and go your own way. Literally or metaphorically. They may be your parent and you may love them even in spite of their behaviour, but you cannot hold yourself responsible for anything they say or do; that is on them. In those cases, you have to prioritize your own mental health and wellbeing, and focus on moving out. If your (home) environment is toxic, you have to focus on first changing it. That’s vital. Only afterwards can you start healing, refinding yourself, reclaiming your self-esteem and confidence, your sense of worth. As long as you stay stuck in a toxic environment, you cannot really heal; if there is abuse of any kind (physical, mental, emotional), the causes are still there, leading to re-traumatizing.

If for whatever reason moving out is not (yet) an option, I would emphasize seeking some sort of counselling for yourself, if nothing else. You need an anchor, some sort of support that will help you along your path until you do get out.

Now, I don’t know how old you are. I am going to assume you are over 18 and of age, so only mind my advice if that is the case. (As disclaimer, I don't provide advice to minors as it's not the scope of my blog nor am I specialized/focused on that area.)

I understand moving out seems scary because it is unknown, but with that line of thought you may wait another 10 years in the same situation. Wouldn’t you wake up 10 years later already having done the hard work on moving out, finding your independence, claiming your sense of individuality and moving on from this sort of environment, this phase in your life?

Sooner is better than later, but do so with mindfulness and care over your mental health, of course. I know it’s scary. But being an adult requires some difficult decisions at times, and setting boundaries begins with choosing your wellbeing and doing what needs to be done, even if it is something uncomfortable short-term, but highly rewarding and beneficial long-term.

Hope this helps... and wishing you much luck, clarity, gentle guidance and comfort.✨

PS: Lately I've been receiving longer and longer letters in my inbox. As solution, I was thinking of having longer asks/letters redirected to my blog where there isn't any length limit, and readers can more comfortably browse both my tumblr and blog - and those requesting advice can share and receive a more in-depth response.

-Lumen

[spiderling-space]

lol remember my last ask on the vigilante/spy au hybrid, imagine if fem!mc turned into a femme fatale because of this aka james bond meets catwoman or black widow meets catwoman sort of thing? oof and how the dormleaders would react to this kind of mc

TBF BW is already a femme fatale in comics at least. In MCU, it was just in IM2. Based on the prompt list.

My inbox is open

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Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle was raised in a secluded way and not having friends other than Chenya and Trey and even they were banned from being friends with him by his mother. He is getting used to the friendship concept recently and is in the learning process.

He falls for (Y/N)’s words and actions at first, thinking that that’s how the friendships work. Though he doesn’t go too far to do what she has asked him and questions her behavior as well so he asks Trey about it.

Riddle is furious when he learns that is not how friendships work and feel betrayed. He avoids (Y/N) as much as he can. But he learned to be a more forgiving person after his overblot episode so he is likely to forgive her if she genuinely apologizes and changes her ways. Otherwise, it is impossible for them to be friends.

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Leona Kingscholar

Leona doesn’t interact much with (Y/N) nor does he actively seek her out. He spends his time napping anyway. He is also a beastman who has more advanced hearing and senses than humans.

One day, Leona woke up from his nap time when (Y/N) was around and heard her tell a blatant lie to someone else without showing any lying signs such as getting hotter or increased heart rate. He doesn’t mind it until it repeats again.

Leona doesn’t care what (Y/N) does or how she behaves as long as it doesn’t involve him but he will have his guard up when (Y/N) talks to him or someone from his dorm.

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Azul Ashengrotto

Azul the Shady Man senses something off about (Y/N), the way she talks, dresses and behaves. He is most likely to see her façade since he has a similar mask. So he asks the twins to follow her around.

The twins don’t anything on her because she somehow managed to get away from Floyd’s hug and avoid looking into Jade’s eye. This just makes her even more intriguing and suspicious.

Azul calls for (Y/N) and offers her a job to get people to make a deal. He doesn’t know her full caliber but he understands some of her skills which would be useful for his contracts and anything can be a business opportunity.

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Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim has a good heart and likes to believe others are the same or they have a chance to be a better person.

Kalim is likely to believe everything (Y/N) says and thinks her actions have good intentions all the time, ignoring manipulative tendencies.

Jamil will get between (Y/N) and Kalim but Kalim will tell him that he has faith in her and that she could be a better person.

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Vil Schönheit

Vil is a world-famous actor and model. He has encountered a lot of people who tried to take advantage of him and his status so he is used to that type of treatment.

When he sees (Y/N), he knows that she has been trained physically based on her muscles and all the topics she talks about. He also noticed her manipulative tendencies as well and finds her suspicious.

Vil asks Rook to follow (Y/N) around but it is futile as (Y/N) manages to dodge him. Because of the first plan failing, Vil brews a potion that will make her tell the truth so he would know who she really is. Though it is not certain if it works for her.

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Idia Shroud

Idia is in multiple fandoms and reads graphical novels (manga is certain and comics if they exist in TW).

He can learn about anyone in a matter of seconds and he researches about (Y/N) once she tries to get close to him. He learns the way she talks to everyone and how she has behaved since she arrived in TW.

Once Idia learns (Y/N) is a femme fatale just like the ones he read and watched, he is ecstatic and nerds out. He doesn’t care if she is dangerous or anything. He is just excited that he met someone who is like a came-out-of-fiction.

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Malleus Draconia

Malleus is crown prince and centuries years old fae. He was taught about how humans can be deceptive and how many people would try to manipulate him in order to get the favors of royals.

Malleus finds it amusing when he observes (Y/N) get away with something naughty and use her charms to get what she wants. He even indulges in her games when she acts towards him that way until to a point. Then he gets angry at her.

Briefly, Malleus enjoys it when she does her thing to others but it is best if she does not test him and wake the dragon.

[katytheinspiredworkaholic]

ok katy i finally got caught up on dog days so ive come to yell in ur inbox about because it's so amazing and heartbreaking and wonderful-

like the way spencer is completely resigned to letting derek be in love with savanah because he knows no matter how he feels savanah will treat derek right. and that in and of itself justnshows how much spencer is absolutely in love with him. and savanah is so well written, i love her in the show and the little snippets that we get of her make me so happy.

also i freaking love clooney, he reminds me much my big fluffy dog. him being ablento sense spencer's sadness is so>>>

ALSO i love penelope in this story, the platonic gareid is very real here and it kinda breaks my heart in the way they share that same pain.

as always i wish u the best with everything, and i'm eagerly (but patiently) waiting fornthe next chapter.

ahhh hello sweetheart! Oh, I'm so glad you've loved binge-reading the first half of the fic!

I know it's been a few weeks since I've updated, and I apologize to you (and everyone else waiting ever so patiently) for the next chapter! It's already half written and I'm picking at it day by day I promise. I just got caught up in another fic for the HotchReid Valentine's Day Trope Challenge, but I will get Chapter 06 up soon!

I'm so happy you're enjoying it 🥰💕 this is definitely the one fic I've been most nervous about, trying to learn the Moreid dynamic and get into the heads of characters I haven't written in depth before. Like Savannah! I really do like Savannah, and she is kind of going to be the MVP of this story, but I always loved how sweet and inclusive she is with Spencer in the show. She knows Reid is Morgan's best friend and so important to him, and she always goes out of her way to make him feel comfortable and welcomed and I adore that about her. (Especially in comparison to some other characters on the show who do NOT do that.) So I wanted to really try hard and stay true to her character in this as well.

Oh, platonic Garceid is one of my favorite things in the world. They are so fun. If anyone is going to be looking out for Spencer, it's Penelope. And she knows Morgan so well, it's been fun playing both sides of that where she has such a good relationship with both of them in different ways. These two idiots need to get it together xD and everyone knows it but them.

I grew up with big dogs too! They are wonderful, gentle giants and I'm glad everyone is enjoying this version of Clooney. 😊💕 I have some wonderful scenes with Spencer and Clooney coming up that will be just as heartbreakingly wonderful, I can't wait to share it with you!

Thank you so so much for reading everything and then jumping into my ask box to tell me all the things 🥰💕 there is nothing else I love in this world than hearing thoughts on my stories. I'm ecstatic you've enjoyed it, and there will be more on the way soon! All the love to you, my dear 💕💕

[dolokhoded]

Some Specs headcanons?

aw y'all are starting to request my favorites. im gonna do some for canon era and some for modern au, because,,,,,,,, because.

so specs lesgo!!!

CANON ERA

,,,,,,,,,,,deep sigh

someone help this boy

specs is probably,,,,, the only sensible newsies left

he's the smart of the dysfunctional ones

he's not the mom friend anymore though, he's retired, he couldn't deal with their shit anymore

besides they have davey now

specs helps name the new newsies, along with an older newsie called riddle

riddle is the one who got specs in the newsies in the first place, she and him we're pretty tight but once she left the newsies no one heard of her again

after riddle left, the naming was up to him

he also often helps the younger ones learn to read, specs was one of the newsies who could actually read at a pretty young age, most of them didn't know until they joined the newsies

when papers is all you got you at least learn to read them

most people expect him to be, like, sensible and responsible but really he's just sneaky about doing stupid shit

could beat the delanceys in a fight but refuses to fight anyone

in fact, even when the cops attacked them, he was just trying to take the kids who we're too injured to fight (meaning: romeo who was just bonked in the head) aside and help them

he's just wholesome like that

aside from jack, specs and albert are the ones taking care of the younger ones

i have an ask for al in my inbox so i won't go into this much but it's just rlly cute ok later

so specs

obviously jack can't be everywhere at once, so whenever he's preoccupied, specs takes over

he loves to helps the little ones and they love him too, but their favorite is when specs will sit and tell them stories

they'll all sit in a bunk, gathered around him and listen tell stories, most of which he was literally just making up on the spot

afterwards he'll take the ones who fell asleep to their beds

romeo thinks it's adorable

he's close with romeo, race and albert

mostly because someone has to make sure these three don't get themselves killed

but also because they're his friends and he loves them or whatever

i've talked about this iconic friendship numerous times i think

it's,,,,,,,,,, yea.

specs has witnessed questionable stuff because of them

he's the one friend always getting dragged around

specs is,,, by far the most trusted newsie

everyone confides in him, he has all the newsie tea and it's all confidential information no one's allowed to know

well maybe just romeo

or albert sometimes

not race. that bitch cannot shut his mouth.

he would never tell anything serious though, only the stupid stuff. everything else is confidential information.

MODERN AU

so im just gonna go like a regular chill modern au and not the 342verse because then i'll have to go into all the orphanage trauma and i don't wanna do that rn

just,,, just silly little modern hcs.

now in the 342verse specs and romeo have cats but nothing in that au concerns us here, forget all about it. it don't exist.

here specs has a DOG

because i love them and he deserves it

his name is hector, he's a border terriet and he's,,, the most adorable thing on this earth

romeo joked about him naming him that because he'll guard the house just like hector guards the walls of troy

(even though he's like a teeny tiny puppy)

he actually did it bc he's cool like that

specs and buttons are the chugs monster at three in the morning to stay awake for literally no reason gang

sometimes he just wants to see the sunrise, sometimes he's just completely paranoid that something will happen to someone in the middle of the night and he wants to be ready

conclusion specs just,,, never sleeps

one time romeo stayed over and accidentally woke him up in the middle of the night and he felt so bad poor guy

because he knows the last time specs had a good night's sleep bonnie and clyde was still running

specs has a PASSION for criminal cases

he'll just stay up watching documentaries and youtube videos on robert maudsley fuckin,,,,,, eating brains and then he'll be like hmm why can't i sleep

(robert maudsley never ate any brains the brain with the spoon was checked and none of it was missing)

(,,,, yea sorry anyways back on topic)

he'll call albert at like three in the morning like "HEY U WANNA HEAR ABOUT RIVERSIDE KILLER"

and al's like "i-,,,,,,,,,, yea sure"

he shares this with him, both specs and albert are lowkey criminology nerds

his favorite show is the politician and he's probably watched it about a hundred times

he loved the first season so much he was all "MURDER he just attempted M U R D E- oh wait ben platt is singing 🥺"

someone needs to help this boy immediately

he's,,, constantly living in chaos

he needs to SLEEP

[bandomslayed]

I’m not saying you should focus more on racism, I’m just saying that that’s something that the community as a whole needs to focus on and try to repair, I’m sure they all already know that people don’t like their ships. If that’s an issue, then groups can have a strict age limit. Easy solve. The other things are things that can be taught and learned but with hostility all that’s going to happen is a deeper divide. You said you wanted to argue with people about the things you don’t like that they do in this community. I’m paraphrasing, but why not instead want to educate them. No one will ever react well to feeling like they’re being ridiculed or patronized. People worth spending your time on are the ones you can talk to without it being a shitshow. We’re having a dialogue. I’ve felt this entire time like everything I say, someone is going to search for one thing to deliberately misinterpret or magnify unnecessarily when, if there’s something that they have an issue with, it could be a perfect opportunity to educate me instead of people being hostile. I’m college educated and can think critically, I’m moderately well spoken, I’m open to instructive criticisms and discussing things that aren’t agreed upon so I’m just sort of confused by the fact that what I’m saying is being picked apart by other anons and to a degree, you. You all want to change my mind about age gaps, despite me being with someone older irl and feeling safe and genuinely valued for the first time in a relationship in my life so why do you think that calling my dead grandpa names, redirecting the conversation and then kinda mocking me when I attempt to understand wholly and agree with some of the things you’re saying? That’s not going to convince me or anyone else. It just makes people feel defensive. Reiterating here that I’m not saying YOU specifically need to talk about racism more, and I’m not trying to diminish your experience or anything like that In just saying that those topics (discrimination of any kind, abuse of any kind) in the community are things we should be discussing instead of ships we think aren’t comfortable. I feel uncomfortable with relationships in real life and in rp all the time but that isn’t up to me to say it’s wrong or bad. It’s no ones right to tell any two consenting adults that what they’re doing is wrong. But it is a human right to tell someone when they’re being insensitive, and that’s a flaw in the community that people can be educated on and learn to handle with more sensitivity and knowledge but we’re never going to reach that point if we’re all just hostile and cruel to one another. Also reiterating that I’m not using personal examples to get cred, I just like examples because I think using them shows where I’m coming from so that any person who wants to have a dialogue can have a frame of reference for why my opinions are what they are on any topic. If I’m wrong, or insensitive, or just kinda dumb I want to know that but simply telling me I’m wrong or insensitive or dumb doesn’t teach me how not to me. And this doesn’t just mean me, I mean the whole community. It will never improve if we all just talk about the things we don’t like and give no feasible solutions.

alright i see what you want so let me switch to my white pleaser voice and deliver since you're so keen on being patronizing and in the same breath, acting like me taking what you say "the wrong way" is the problem. in bullet points so next time u come back to keep going at it u can pinpoint exactly what it is i misconstrued because u will do it anyway.

you're asking the community as a whole to care more about racism but you're talking to me who's leading the conversation in the first place. i understand you didn't imply i specifically should care more about it, but you're still using racism to discredit my point of view on age gap relationships being an important topic to discuss as well, and watering it down to just me not liking people's plots when that is not the message.

nobody is telling anyone how to live their lives. im bringing awareness to the fact that this culture is not okay. it's dangerous to our young. it NEEDS to be uncomfortable to you (you, plural) to invite to this so called critical thinking.

im not saying your partner doesn't have a right to be loving or grandpa and grandma had abuse masked as a good relationship. im saying, since it needs to be spelled out with no room for misinterpretation; the culture behind someone 10+ years older finding it completely okay to pursue someone that much younger — especially when we're talking 18 - 30 age range — needs to be looked at more closely. it's not safe in general. do exceptions exist? absolutely, but the whole two consenting adults point is a terrible one to make when at 18, you're considered that when you're still essentially just a child.

a strict age limit, which most groups adopt now, does little to actually prevent age gap relationships within roleplays. moreso, uneven power dynamics within plots being glamorized. my boss is not over 5 years older than me, but he is my boss. kpop boybands don't have age gaps of 10+ years in groups, usually, but there is a leader most times acting like a father figure, not to mention korean culture is heavy on emphasizing age-related hierarchical order, so a literal still wet behind the ears child establishing a romantic connection with someone who is not their equal? dangerous.

now let's halt. i already told you, i don't give a shit about respectability politics. it is not my job to be nice and educate anyone. and i don't mean just on this blog... most of you whites have come to assume and expect, even, that poc will be subservient, docile, and always willing to switch and nicely explain to you why the very core of the way you think about the world because you grew up sheltered w/e is not the whole picture for everyone. the worst part? most of them do. most of them do put their thinking caps on and write these novel worthy, intelligent, respectful, calculated think pieces only for the white in question to turn around and still deem it aggressive, etc. i don't do that. that is labor that most of you do not deserve.

the implication that there are feasible solutions for these problems that don't require for people to literally rework their entire mindset is naive at best. what am i supposed to do? be like nooo don't be racist, racism is bad BECAUSE it hurts people. i think all of you are old enough to know that by now. you definitely have enough internet exposure to know that, even if you grew up in all white sundown town america.

i explain my points. i actually explain my points more than the average person, yet here we are still saying im not doing enough to educate those around me as if it was my responsibility to change the way people think with sugar spice and everything nice so they feel their hand is held and it's safe to make a mistake that will consequently hurt other people as many times as they need to make it to finally grasp the reality of it and be able to just... not do that in the future. when no. no. when you hurt me, im allowed to react emotionally, not intellectually. when im angry and upset and still explaining why, its YOUR job to swallow it down and listen to what im saying, because YOU hurt me. i don't owe you civility (again; you, plural). i especially don't owe you civility when ive given you nothing but in the past and the end result is still me being an aggro freak who doesn't care for your precious feelings.

you're also assuming things. for example, assuming that im mocking you specifically when i really have not done that. if im going to mock you, im going to reply to your anon and say "okay stupid", then yeah, im mocking you. otherwise? don't assume im directing anything at you.

we're having a dialogue and this whole time all you've done is tell me to stop talking. your messages have all, in essence, said, if people want to date other people who have a shitton of years on them, that is not a problem and you look prettier talking about something else. yes, that's also paraphrased. you didn't say that, of course, but why are we still here if not because you feel personally scrutinized over the reaction to the life examples that you willingly provided?

nobody is trying to change YOUR mind, you're just not willing to consider that your age gap relationships that have been beautiful and loving and safe coexist within a culture that is wicked. a person who's 10+ older than me, 24, has no business seeing me as a potential partner. it's not appropriate. yet if they do, and i also see them as a potential partner, there's nothing inherently evil about that specific instance. it is the circumstances (past), that lead to this kind of thinking in the first place what im asking everyone to analize and understand. and it does matter. it matters as much as racism, abuse, ooc mistreatment of rp partners. again, issues do not queue and wait for something to end so they can begin anew. every conversation i choose to have i consider worth having. you're free to stay out if you don't deem it important.

you're exhausting me thinking by turning my inbox into ap debate we're achieving grand things sooo hope this helps 🖤

[archivedatl]

Old Blogs

Howdy. I’ve noticed some concern over the loss of my old blogs here n’ there so I decided to post all of them in one large, comprehensive blog-a-verse. Hope this brings a smile to a few faces. Our Street Corners Keep Secrets This is me asking for a brick to be thrown through my window,
a message attached that reads, "Why can’t you just wake up?"
I am not a star,
don’t look up to me in hopes of finding something more.
That which is out of reach does not promise anyone a goddamn thing.
Hope arises in possibility,
but possiblity is fragmented and selfish,
so don’t think for a second that I am safe ground to walk on.
I will sink beneath the feet of a thousand travelling companions,
and make ruin of any city’s foundations,
because concrete and steel can never tell a soul how it feels.
Our street corners keep secrets, and our road signs only suggest,
never deciding for us,
never knowing if the destination to which they lead,
is where we truely belong.
Life’s greatest tragedy is not that it will some day end,
but that most of us just live to follow directions,
and many times we end up totally lost. I am a landmine. Sometimes I break down so hard you can hear it, and when I can stand to come near it with means to repair, the chances of walking out unscathed are slim to none.
I know because I’m one; a victim of second-hand breakdowns and bad impressions, made under intoxicated conditions with poorly lit expressions. And I regret not going back, I regret not missing flights, I regret not asking for more and taking chances that I can only hope will not be forgotten. My fingers are crossed.

I-O-U.

Now my telephone’s dead and I can’t stand to hold out like this, but I’m constantly checking myself so as not to be a burden. Anything too heavy eventually gets dropped, no matter the cost. Let me be light as a feather, but valued enough so as to remain in a back pocket, until those jeans need washing and I find my place on a bedside table, to be read aloud on nights when memories and prying needs return to haunt the foundations of this room.

Pick me up,
Read me every now and then,
I won’t disappoint.
*I am* witty and engaging so bless me with attention, because I’m *dying* for attention *without* any means of telling *you*. I’ll talk the talk, you take care of the rest. What up thugs?

I’m alive and well, realizing how eternally grateful I am for everything going on in my life day by day... Its a lot like learning to walk - at least, that’s how I’d like to think of it. We’ve all been there, so I won’t waste your time painting a pretty picture of how it all goes down...
I want to talk about other things...
First and foremost, I’ve come to understand that as of late there have been a lot of people finding this little piece of my life tucked away on the web; moreso than usual, and for that reason, I’d like to extend my proverbial hand to anyone and everyone who may have something - anything to say to me. Thank you for taking an interest in who I am and what I’m attempting to do with my life. I am opening myself up, as much as possible, to anyone who may be interested. All I ask is that whoever you may be, wherever you may be, understand that I am only human - two hands, ten fingers, and a life... I’ve received a few messages from people, upset that I haven’t been able to respond to their previous comments or private messages, and who now probably think less of me for it. I hope this isn’t the case, but its bound to happen. What I’m saying is that I don’t live my life on the internet... I’m sorry if there’s a message I never got around to responding to... I’m just not that good at keeping up with reality, let alone a virtual one. I will, however, try harder from now on... And understand that even if I don’t respond, I probably have read your message. I don’t just clear my inbox and move on. Thats plain rude. :)

To all my good friends,
the ones I should talk to more often,
the ones I left back home,
the ones I will never stop loving,
thank you for still hugging me when I come home...
I know I don’t always show it,
but I’m forever indebted to you all for everything you’ve ever done for me...

That brings me to my second point.
The closest friends you’ll ever have are the ones you’d take a bullet for,
but they’re the ones you constantly feel you could put a bullet in as well. ;)

Think about that one.

That’s it for now. I can’t believe I’m up at 5:14am. Touring has made me an insomniac, but I feel fucking great.

Have a good one y’all,

Me Lawyers and Liars I am a liar.
I am self absorbed.
I am in this for me.
I am seeking recognition.
I am not concerned with politics.
I am attempting to rise to the top.
I am never going to forget my intentions.
I am allowed to worry about my own life above the lives of others.

-------AFTER ALL---------

I am human. Part Deux: Colors, Sounds and Feather-Downs 
Current mood: happy I had a long, goofy conversation several weeks ago with an interesting girl who I haven’t seen since, in a diner I have yet to revisit, but it stirred up some thoughts that I found pretty interesting. Maybe I’m just nuts. Anyhow, the discussion began on a simple basis; I inquired as to what her favorite color might be. She said she didn’t know. I replied, "How can you not know? Its a simple question." -- She paused, looking sort of surprised, as if someone had never pressed her for an answer before, and then replied, "Well... It changes... Today its yellow."

I didn’t know what to say...
I didn’t understand.

How can your favorite color just change?
What happened to yesterday’s favorite color?
If, on a whim, something of such esteem and value can be replaced with another, then on what grounds was it ever of any more value to begin with?
When I was little, my favorite color was green. It stayed that way, no matter what I said to be trendy at the time (IE. 8th grade was my "black is such a raw and expressive pigment" phase, but everyone goes through that shit.) As of late, I’ve become more partial to blue - Light blue in particular, but that’s not that important. My point is that something happened that caused me to send green packing, and to fall absolutely head-over-heels for blue.
(Stay with me on this...)
Now, such a dramatic change in attraction doesn’t just happen - I mean shit, I know we’re only talking about colors here, but this kind of switch-a-roo has only happened ONCE in my entire life. Green ---> Blue. Just like that. Must mean somthing, right?
Pablo Picasso went through a "blue period", at which time he was broke and mourning the loss of a dear friend. There’s a similarity there somewhere.
Please don’t get me wrong, I am by no means depressed, nor do I have any reason to be, but perhaps color - every, individual hue, represents to each of us a state of being, and in turn, helps us to deal with whatever it is we may be going through. I’m not talking mood-ring shit here. What I mean is that there are things - simple things - that without our knowing, mean the world to us and when they change, they change for our own good, because whether we like it or not, we are looking out for ourselves. We do it unconsciously - But we do it. We do it to stay happy and to stay alive... And above all else, that’s what matters.
On this note, I’d like to attempt to make my point - Don’t throw yourself out on another’s whim. People change, as do intentions and as a result, consequences. Live for yourself - love those around you, but realize that they’ve got their own agendas. People will screw you - You will screw people... Green ---> Blue. Get it? I’m not sure I do... Always consider that your life will venture in new directions, but be aware that other’s will do the same, and in accordance, understand that to be happy, people must exist in their own light, cast in and of themselves, not by the light of their peers. Conflict will arise because of this. Conflict is to be expected; conflict is a part of life. Find ways to work through conflict, even if it means picking a new favorite color...


I hope this makes a little sense.


I’m tired and rambling, and perhaps just a misguided fool, but I think there’s something in this - something that I am learning and accepting as my fingers punch these keys to an inviting, hypnotic rhythm. I feel like they’re leading me somewhere, and I’ve decided to follow.

____I’m going to bed. Take from this what you will.

Love,

Alexander William Gaskarth

*I feel fine* The first of many, I hope. 
Current mood: happy So I’ve decided to spill it; the beans, the juice, my guts... Whatever you want to call it, consider it spilled. Up to this point, I feel like I’ve done an excellent job of keeping just about everything true about myself, to myself... and for good reason - what people don’t know, people can’t use against you. I guess that’s my first confession. I fucking despise the way people operate. The way people go out of their way to find things out, only to throw them senselessly (BLINDLY) into conversation later. I don’t know if its intentional, (I guess that sometimes it is and sometimes it isn’t,) but frankly, it gets to me. Its the same kind of prying aggravation I feel when someone starts moving shit around in my car, or on my computer table. Stop putting hills in my rugs! Please. Call me OCD but if I put something somewhere, chances are, I wanted it there and it should remain that way. Its the same for anyone else. Let one’s own business remain that way. Anyway. I’ve fallen into a depression lately - not emotionally per say, but I feel like my ability to open up to people has peaked over the past two years. I used to be so ready to say anything, without caring how it affected me, but recently I’ve become so protective of myself, not because I’m afraid of getting hurt by others, but because I might make myself look bad. It’s disgusting. I never used to be so self-absorbed. Its like in every situation, I’m wearing a mask... Not just one mask, in fact, but many masks; Masks to hide masks between people - to hide certain sides of myself from those who disapprove where others don’t. I try so hard to win the approval of everyone. Why? Fucked if I know. I just love being the center of attention I guess. And all this time I thought myself to be humble. No sir. But then, who really is humble? Everyone wants to be loved, right? So am I wrong in looking out for my own well being? Who knows? It makes me sick to my stomach, regardless. I’ve unknowingly stumbled across so many insecurities lately that I feel like a different person at times. It’s like I’ve been born all over again, to a world where I have to carry myself differently. I’m still opinionated, I’m still eagerly in search of answers, but my motives have changed. I do it for myself now; for the praise and admiration I earn as a result of my actions, not for the simple pleasure found in just "doing it". Maybe its all just part of growing up, as they say. Maturing... You know? But does it continue to change? Will I stop acting like such an asshole? Who knows. It worries me. I don’t want to be like this, but its who I’ve become... What’s worse is that I don’t know who or what to blame for the transformation. That would be too easy, right? I digress. I’ve got a lot of things on my plate. My dreams are coming true right before my very eyes - I have a band - We’re going somewhere - This time next year I hope I’m far, far away from this place. I want to see Japan. I’ve wanted to see Japan for a while now; call it a calling. Haha. I don’t know what I want when I get there - I don’t even like the hustle of big cities for too long. Gives me a headache. But there’s something about it. I’ll see it soon enough. The repetition of every day life kills. It ruins the flow of my creative juices. No joke. On days that I sleep in, I go to bed feeling exhausted, and yet, I never sleep on the weekends, when I should want rest. I don’t. It would be a waste of freedom. Why spend time on parole in seclusion, you know? I’m only tired on weekdays - only when I know I have to drag myself out of my fucking room to take a shower and go to school, and then to work. Maybe I’m not tired. Maybe it’s just a natural defense against running myself into the ground with routine. I feel pale, and sick, and run down... For no reason. I eat right. I see the light of day. I breathe fresh air all the time. I love the outdoors. Shit. I love my life. But between Monday and Thursday I feel so transient... My head isn’t in the clouds - My feet aren’t on the ground. Where am I? I don’t know, but frankly, it sucks. I have some good friends. We get hammered sometimes and forget about everything. The occasional dramatic scene is worth it. People naturally don’t get along with one another. It’s all a matter of how tolerant people are. I have some tolerant friends. In turn, I think I put up with my share of bullshit. It’s like a cycle of tough loving. But it works. It keeps me sane. In the end I think we really do love each other. Awww. I also like to kiss people. It gets me into trouble sometimes. Whatever. Certain individuals need to stop looking for love in the wrong places. --I can’t talk. --I’ve found love in the worst places. --Its not an easy thing to deal with. --Doesn’t change the way I feel about them. --Its ok. --As long as I’m happy. There I go being selfish again. ___I’m done confessing for now. Take from this what you will. Love, Alexander William Gaskarth *I feel better.*

[gra-sonas]

Hi!!! I’m kind of new to the fandom and I was hoping I could ask you something. In 1x10 Michael shows Alex his stuff in his bunker and says “if anyone’s going to destroy me, might as well be you”. I don’t fully understand the implication he’s making here. I know it’s not necessarily romantic but I also know he’s not saying he believes Alex actually would. But I guess I don’t understand why he would say that or feel that way either.

One bummer about coming into the fandom late is missing all the fun posts and freak outs over lines like this. (Although I am grateful to miss out on what seems like a lot of drama from the show and in the fandom.) Alao just wanted to thank you, being new I’m a little overwhelmed in what I need to get caught up in and what to ignore or avoid. You’re very informative and kind and levelheaded so I’m staying in your corner of this fandom.

Hiiii, sweet nonnie, and welcome to the fandom! 🥰

Yeah, I can imagine that it sucks to come in late, but there’s always reasons to flail and get excited, insofar it’s not the worst thing. We should get some news about S3 soon-ish, and then you’ll be right in the middle of flailing with us! :D

Okay, on to 1x10 (sorry, I’ve been flailing about Superman & Lois all day, and it took me a while to write this reply 🙈)

“If anyone’s going to destroy me, might as well be you.” Ooooof, that’s Michael Guerin’s way of saying I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU. At least that’s how I understand it.

Michael’s learned earlier, that the man responsible for his severe injury, and ultimately Alex leaving a decade ago, knows about aliens and that he’s one of them. And just an episode ago, Alex told him “Sometimes the world ends with a whimper, Guerin.” 

So by all means, they are NOT on good terms when Michael learns about Project Shepard, and who’s behind it. Alex made it clear that they are over earlier (even though he kinda said that their love was “the world” 🥺), Michael went to Texas, made out and woke up with someone else in the desert, and only hours after he’s back in Roswell, Alex finds him at the junkyard.

And Alex pretty much makes a U-turn from what he said earlier in the episode (that things are over). He tells Michael he wants to get to know him [better], he wants to be friends [not just friends, but building a friendship as a foundation for something more - whether Michael understands Alex’s words that way’s a different question tho], and he admits, that there’s always been something “bigger” between them, even though they didn’t actually know each other that well.

Michael defines their connection as cosmic, and yeah, for lack of a better word, that’s what it is. Michael then asks whether Alex wants to know who he is, or what he is. And Alex says YES. To both.

When they talk, Michael’s basically vibrating out of his skin, he’s been dying to share his secret with Alex, he’s so tired of keeping that part of himself hidden, and he’s even more tired of all the lies.

He’s taken aback, when Alex doesn’t want to know about all the “cool alien shit” and instead asks about Michael’s childhood. I think Michael doesn’t realize that Alex is way more interested in getting to know who Michael is, that what he is.

Michael’s trying to move their conversation back to the topic of aliens, but Alex doesn’t seem to be overly interested in that. So Michael decides to pull out the “big guns”. He shows Alex his secret lair, and while that’s pretty cool and kinda Bruce Wayne-esque (minus being a billionaire), Alex still doesn’t seem to be too interested in the alien thing.

So Michael reveals his secret project to Alex, a project not even Isobel or Max know about. It’s something Michael’s been doing for almost a decade - finding and buying parts of the console in an attempt fo fix it. 

And while I’m sure that Alex is intrigued, he also seems to be a little horrified that Michael confides in him with something that important. And that’s when Michael puts his cards on the table. 

“If anyone’s going to destroy me, might as well be you.” meaning “I trust you with this knowledge, but if this revelation is ever going to bite me in the ass, then I want you to be the one who comes after me”. 

It’s kinda twisted. Michael knows Alex is a Manes, and I think he still has this lingering fear that Alex might turn out to be (or become) a Manes man (even though deep down he knows that’s not who Alex is, or ever will be), not because Alex is evil incarnate, but bc of Jesse.

Jesse who had so much power over Alex for basically his entire life, who very likely had a hand in Alex joining the military, who - to Michael - is at least in part responsible that Alex “broke up” with him in episode 1x03, Jesse, who’s running Project Shepard and might be able to “recruit” Alex in some way or other for it (not bc Alex is an evil killer or alien hater, but bc Jesse always had his way of getting what he wants from his sons).

So yeah, I think Michael’s kinda afraid that Alex could get roped into this alien hunting operation, but he trusts Alex, and even though confiding in Alex and letting him in on all his secrets might be his undoing eventually, he wants Alex equipped with all the knowledge.

Imo this is Michael’s way of telling Alex “I love you, and I trust you.”

Alex on the other hand, has a somewhat different conversation. He understands very well that Michael’s letting him in on a huge secret, and I think he would’ve preferred not to know (possibly bc he’s afraid of Jesse and worried Jesse might find out via Alex somehow?), but what’s even bigger for him is the fact that Michael’s telling him, that he’s been trying to leave the planet for a decade, and that once he has all the pieces, he might give it a try. 

And just a couple feet above their heads Alex’s car is parked, where - hidden in a backpack - one part of the unfinished alien console is waiting to be handed over to Michael.

AWKWARD. Also the realization for Alex, that it’s up to him whether Michael will ever be able to leave bc as long as Alex has the console piece, Michael won’t be able to finish rebuilding the console. 

Alex then cuts the entire conversation short and leaves. He has to process what Michael just told him (and imo it’s not about the fact that Michael’s an alien, Alex has known that for a while, I think he’s shocked to his core that Michael’s been trying to leave this whole time, and now it’s up to him whether Michael can).

So, Alex leaves to process, while Michael just sees a familiar thing happen: Alex is leaving. Always leaving. Leaving him behind. Leaving him alone. Leaving because Michael told him what he is. Only that’s not the case, Alex doesn’t care that Michael’s an alien. 

Ugh, these two. 😩I really hope they finally start TALKING in S3, and they’ll speak the same language while doing so.

I’m not sure whether any of this makes sense (my brain’s all over the place today), but that’s how I read this whole thing.

As for you trying to navigate the fandom: there are plenty of kind and really awesome people part of this fandom. I’m sure you’ll figure out fairly quickly which people are “your” people. Stick to them, and I’m sure, you’ll have a great time. 

My inbox is also always open (also off anon btw, I usually reply to off anon messages privately, or you can just put a “pls don’t publish” in your ask to make sure I don’t publish it), in case you want to chat. 

Hope you’re having a great time with us! ❤️

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PCPR Mini Big Bang Fic Claiming Time!

Today’s the daaaaay!

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FIC #1 : CLAIMED!!!

He shuffles to the door, reaching for his gun just in case before he pulls it open, startling the short man who was waiting on the other side.

"Goddammit, Burger!" Vang0 hisses, leaning a little closer, eyes darting to the sides. "Can I come in?" He asks bluntly, as if they had been talking just a couple minutes ago and this wasn't their first chat in about a week. We're not that codependent.

"Wh- why are you out this late? And with a bag?" He frowns when he sees the uncharacteristic plain green duffle bag hanging from Vang0's shoulder, completely contrasting with the man's clothes, even if this time he went for more subdued colors.

"Let me in and I'll tell you," the blonde retorts as he puts a foot in the corner, ready to push himself inside as soon as Burger gives him room for it.

And Burger can't say no, has never been able to say no to Vang0, so he just rolls to the side and lets Vang0 in before slamming the door closed again.

"Why are you here? Not that I don't appreciate ya visiting, just... it's late and yer carrying a bag," he points out, tilting his head a little. "Y’know you can talk to me, Vang0, right?"

"Y-yeah, that's why I'm here, I-" he pauses, taking a deep breath "I got in trouble, I hacked into something I shouldn't have and I need to lay low for a while"

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Vang0 Bang0 messed up, big time, he needs help to get off the radar for a while, and of course that his best friend Burger Chainz would help him, and a road trip seems to be the best way to make him drop from the face of earth until things have quieted down. But the empty roads bring nostalgia and an unearths feelings both of them thought deeply buried. They say that road trips change you, why should that be different in the cyberpunk future?

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Vang0 Bang0/Burger Chainz, getting together fic, Teen rating, no ao3 warnings needed, maybe some minor canon violence. It's a slightly introspective fic, more focused on how Burger realizes some stuff and how he deals with it.

CLAIMING RESTRICTIONS: None

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FIC #2 : CLAIMED!!!

Turtleneck Heathen Today at 8:15 PM …… did u just ping me to ask if i wore heals

Badass Business Bitch Today at 8:16 PM *heels yes i did and do you?

Turtleneck Heathen Today at 8:17 PM not usually?? ill wear em if its like a big thing or w e i guess (Edited) i mean i havnet really had the oprotuntiy to wear em

Badass Business Bitch Today at 8:19 PM are you intentionally misspelling words to make yourself seem cooler to me?? Vang0 I watched you lick a stranger’s nose

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Vang0 doesn't remember his birthday. Or his age. Or his interests, his likes, his dislikes, the password to his CollegeBoard account.

(Well, one of those is less important than the others.)

That being said, Burger wants to throw him a birthday party. Dasha is interested, despite herself. A series of assumptions are made, some feelings are hurt, and some lessons are learned.

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Ships: Vang0/Dasha/Burger if you squint but pretty much a gen fic

Rating: Probably G, bordering maybe on T for swearing

Sensitive content: Canon-typical amnesia, a little bit of angst, some oblique canon-typical gun mentions, maybe a panic attack later in the fic- I haven't quite decided if that's gonna happen or not yet?

Other info: It's a pretty lighthearted fic focusing on the relationship between the three of them! No AU, pretty much just comedy and fun all the way through. I haven't ironed out all the details of what's going to happen yet, but that's gonna stay pretty consistent- there'll be some angstier/less funny bits here and there, of course, though.

CLAIMING RESTRICTIONS: None

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Vang0 chewed his lip, feeling uneasy.

“What’s up, friend? You’ve got a big ol’ frown on your face.”

Vang0 blushed. “I’m not- I’m just- thinking. I mean, Joltik usually travel with their mother Galvantula, and it’s unusual for them to be seen without one, so these ones might have been separated from their mother.”

Burger frowned. “Well, that ain’t good.”

Vang0 nodded. “And Galvantula can get very angry when separated from their young.”

Burger opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by someone yelling loudly.

“BURGER! Burger, where the fuck are you!?”

Vang0 watched as Burger spun around and started towards the basement door.

“Burger!? Are you down here? There’s a huge fucking-”

“No, don’t come down-”

Burger was cut off as the door flew open, and someone catapulted into the basement.

Vang0 stared, eyes wide.

“Burger,” he said, “why the hell is Dapper Dasha in your house?”

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Seven months ago, Vang0 woke up in a half-destroyed laboratory with no memories of his life before that. He's made something of a life for himself fixing people's technology, because he somehow knows how to do that really well.

And Burger Chainz is just another one of his clients. That is, until it turns out Burger's hiding ex-Pokemon Contest star Dapper Dasha in his house - who hasn't been seen in two years and just so happens to be Vang0's role model.

Vang0 definitely isn't freaking the fuck out. And he definitely isn't falling in love with Burger, either.

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Vang0 Bang0/Burger Chainz. A Pokémon AU where Burger owns a farm, Dasha is an ex-contest star in hiding, and Vang0 has no clue what's going on. Rating: Teen. Warnings: mentions of blood and violence, nothing explicit

CLAIMING RESTRICTIONS: None

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FIC #4 : CLAIMED!!!

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Vang0 Bang0 jumped in his seat as the van hit a bump in the road, speeding upon the old, graying highway. The trinkets they had collected over their various traveled crashed and banged, one almost hitting the window. The loud trinkets and music blaring from the car stereo didn’t phase Vang0. They weren’t sure where he was going, but it sure wasn’t home.

Vang0 wasn’t focused on the road, he was focused on something...else. It wasn’t the other cars; there weren’t any. Most people stayed in Night City, so the roads weren’t full a lot, he knew that. But this road doesn't have anything, anything that would ever prove that anyone had ever existed near here. Not even a bottle.

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After an eventful drive, Vang0 Bang0 finds themself on a beach with no discernable exits. No stairs, no ladders, not even a boat. Confused, Vang0 comes to terms with what he’s found in Night City, and what they’ve lost along the way. (Also they/he pronoun Vang0 rights)

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There are no ships in this fic. I am likely to rate it Teen and Up audiences, since while there is no explicit or intentionally upsetting content, it might get a little sad at times. I’m not 100% sure about the exact direction my fic is going to go, there might be a car crash (not to graphically described, Vang0 is not hurt very badly, since this is [spoilers] a dream or metaphor about Vang0 coming to terms with memory loss). And since it is a dream sequence with no clear exit, this may be an unreality situation.

CLAIMING RESTRICTIONS: Only minor Artists can claim this fic.

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FIC # 5 : CLAIMED!!!

Upon Burger barging into Dasha’s bedroom and announcing that he got tick- stop screaming Vang0, it’s just me, got tickets to a film festival tonight, are you guys in, Vang0 informed him that they had “a job tonight, Burger, did you even check the zoogle calendar, we’ll go tomorrow or something,” and no, of course Burger hadn’t checked the calendar, that’s Dasha’s job, and sure we can get tickets for tomorrow too but the Winston Rider film is only showing tonight and I thought you guys might be interested -- “Winst- do you mean Winona Ryder?” -- and after about five minutes of schedule comparisons Dasha simply shoved Vang0 out of the bed and declared that she was going to the movie with Burger, Vang0 was finishing their job, and Burger was going to make her some coffee because “it’s too fucking early for this” even though personally, Burger thought 11:00am was a perfectly reasonable time to be awake -- he was probably missing something, or maybe Dasha had just been up late, Vang0 was definitely a blanket hog and Burger knew from experience that sharing a bed with them would be more likely to result in a semi-conscious tug of war than a decent night’s sleep -- so Vang0 got up to do their job and Burger went and made some coffee and Dasha relocated to the couch, where she downed the coffee and some eggs and promptly fell back asleep for another three hours.

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Burger loved Dasha, of course he did, he loved spending time with her and he thought she was beautiful and the idea that they might be dating -- might have been dating for a while -- sat warm and comfortable in his chest, but, except, it just was that, he hadn’t realized that how they interacted might be how two people that were dating behaved, he was just hanging out with his friend, he did stuff like this with Vang0 all the ti- -- now wait, wait a second, now hang on just a second --

a.k.a. 5 times Burger missed the point +1 time he caught a clue

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Dapper Dasha/Vang0 Bang0/Burger Chainz, Rating: Teen, content warnings for implied violence, drinking, implied sexual content

CLAIMING RESTRICTIONS: Only adult Artists can claim this fic.

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“What is this? What’s going on? Why am I dressed like I’m straight?” Vang0 hisses, gesturing to everything around him and the wrongness of it all.

“Seriously?” Candella rolls her eyes, unimpressed. “You couldn’t have scheduled your existential work breakdown until after our shift? You don’t see my lesbian ass complaining while I’m on the clock, do you?”

“I—What? Am I speaking another fucking language? You answered none of my questions!”

“Yeah because it’s 9am and the morning rush just ended so I do not have enough energy to indulge just,” Candella gestures at all of Vang0. “whatever is going on with you right now.”

“What’s going on with me right now is that I’ve found myself in a bougie caffeine establishment fever dream that just so happens to have the shittiest store playlist in the history of ever.” Vang0 says, bordering on manic as he looks up at the ancient speaker up in the corner of the shop. “Seriously, what is this terrible song?”

“Hey, Soul Sister by Train.” Candella still, amazingly, does not look alarmed or worried.

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Or the one where Vang0 is a barista at Zero and One’s Cafe...except he’s not.

This isn’t his fucking job, this isn’t his fucking life, and it takes a quick look around the horrifyingly low tech coffee shop he’s in and the fact that he’s missing a USB port on his neck to be painfully aware that this isn’t his fucking universe. This is a 2010s over idealistic portrayal of adult mundanity that he and his friends are stuck in and Vang0 has to get them all out of this nightmare before he commits customer service acts of violence.

Bring it on, Coffee Shop AU. Bring. It. On

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Dapper Dasha/Vang0 Bang0/Burger Chainz. An absurd existential romantic comedy where the trio somehow get transported into a Coffee Shop AU against their wills. Rating: Teen. Content warnings for slight absurd horror and canon typical violence.

CLAIMING RESTRICTIONS: None

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FIC # 7 : CLAIMED!!!

“That guy in my english class,” Dasha could hear through the speakers the distinct sound of combat boots stepping on cement. What was Vang0 doing outside at this time, alone? “The one I told you about! Burger-” “The one you’ve been crushing on for months and you’re too much of a coward to ask out?” Dasha already knew everything about this guy, Vang0 saw him on the first day of senior year in his english class and he hadn’t shut up about him ever since. 5’10, large and muscular shoulders, nice to everyone and just dense enough that everytime he said something you would automatically think “wow… thank fuck you’re attractive,” but not in an irritating way, you know? Vang0 exhaled, which Dasha interpreted as a yes. “Well I couldn’t ask him out even if i wanted to,” “Huh?” Dasha could hear the cogs in her own brain turning, trying to process what was being said to her. “Because he’s dating a blonde g-” she heard Vang0 stop on his steps and his tone becoming more dry, “are you even listening to what I’m saying?” Dasha yawned audibly and tried sitting up again. This time she succeeded, “yeah, yeah, I’m listenin’. How did you find out about this and why did you decide to call me at nearly 2 am instead of just waiting until tomorrow?” “I followed them and I saw them talking.” “You’ve lost it.” - Dasha received a call from Vang0 at 1:47 am one saturday night, and everything went downhill from there. They were not friends, she couldn’t understand why Vang0 acted like they were, but they weren’t, because Dasha didn’t have any friends. Except that, when she sees Vang0 struggling, for the first time in 18 years of life she decides that maybe this one idiot is worth getting soft over. And so she helps him bleach his hair over a cup of coffee and a can of Spunky Monkey. Because why the fuck not. - Main pairing is platonic Vang0/Dasha, background ship is Vang0/Burger. The whole story is from Dasha’s POV. Genre is just a very typical teen romance story except that it’s focused more on platonic bonding rather than the actual romance. Vang0 calls Dasha late at night, tells her he wants to bleach his long dark curly hair and cut his bangs after seeing Burger with a blonde girl, and he goes to her place. She helps him do the deed in her bathroom (she’s still elite) as they realize how much they care about each other. Initially inspired by that one scene in Scott Pilgrim where Knives Chau dyes her hair. Rating: general audiences, content warnings: lots of swearing, implied addiction/addiction enabling, shoplifting mention. CLAIMING RESTRICTIONS: None

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FIC # 8 : CLAIMED!!!

vang0 officially disappears on march 23rd, 2040. exact time unknown, but whatever conspires that morning takes place before burger wakes up.

if he’s being honest with himself; he’s seen it coming for a little while now. vang0 isn’t the routine type, he’s young and whip smart and drinks so much redbull that the stuff must pump through his veins.

burger’s an old dog. older than vang0 by at least 2 years, he’s sure. he doesn’t have much, and god doesn’t that sound cliche, but he’s stupid and optimistic- and really. he must’ve known somewhere that the kid wouldn’t stay. he’s got a nasty drug habit that burger cant support and a look in his eyes like he wants the world- burger cant even buy him a fake ID.

this happens sometimes, the coming and going. vang0’ll disappear for a week if he’s lucky, a month if he’s not, but never longer than that.

no use crying over spilled milk.

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vang0 goes missing, burger velmently pretends nothing is wrong until he doesnt, and dasha has to pick up the pieces.

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missing person fic, burger/dasha/vang0 implied, but nothing explicitly mentioned or talked about, drug use mentioned, mature, canon typical violence, kidnapping, and other canon typical shit- it is night city after all lmao, kind of introspective, alot of burger just thinking back on his relationship w vang0 and shit, but there is some plot as well ig

CLAIMING RESTRICTIONS: None

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FIC # 9: CLAIMED!!!

“Anyway, dude, what’s up? Or did you just come over for a cola because you ran out of your own?”

“Oh, right,” Vang0 says. He is still thinking about the man, and Dasha, and Dasha and that man, and Dasha’s long fingers and Dasha’s hair falling over her face as she purses her lips and blows upwards, her breath scattering strands of brown hair around her sharp cheekbones. “Um, there was something on the forum, I think - I think there’s a thing. For us. Should we call Burger?”

“Oh, Burger’s here,” Dasha says. “Somewhere. Burger!” she yells.

“Burger - but he spent the night?” Vang0 says, brain processing too slow somehow.

Dasha doesn’t respond.

“Did you -”

“Have a threesome?” Dasha asks, in her usual blunt way. Her face is pretty expressionless, eyes severe under the liner and blinking less than a person should, but Vang0 knows her pretty well, he can see the corners of her mouth turning up. That means she thinks something is funny. “I don’t think so. Burg!” she calls over her shoulder. “Did we?”

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When Vang0 sees a JumpTrash post about vandalism at a club down town, he figures it will be an easy job for the trio - find out who did it, have Burger intimidate them, done. But things are more complicated than they seem, and the gang ends up drawn into a complex scheme involving the Brotherhood of the Screaming Abyss, conspiracies and hit men, and people from their past they thought were long gone. Along the way, they'll have to decide what they want out of this job - and what they want from each other....

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This is basically an elaborate CAPER, with a bunch of feelings and shit thrown in. It's a job and then it's a crime story! Its kind of a noir? Can I write a noir? WE"LL FIND OUT. It's gonna be fairly long assuming I can get my act together and put in all i want to put in. Like every good story, it's got plot and whatnot but the plot is just a fulcrum around which to wrap some found family polyamory shit, baby. It's Vang0/Dasha/Burger, duh and it takes them a minute to get there but they'll get there! Its gonna have canon-typical violence, basically - none of the trio die or anything, but other people do, and there's blood. There's gonna be a sex scene because I'm not an AMATEUR. Drug use, too, but mostly in happy fun ways. I haven't fully sussed out some of the flashbacks, but probably some oblique references to past traumas, probably Vang0. Nothing explicit, no reliving events or anything. Also i'm 1000 years old, be warned!

CLAIMING RESTRICTIONS: Only adult Artists can claim this fic.

[og-danny-dorito]

[#2] Alfie Solomons With An Ace!S/O

Heyyy it’s been like, forever since i did one of these but regardless here i am with another one UwU. If you hav any requests or suggestions you can leave them either in my ask/submission box or in the comments on this post. I think that @time-is-a-lake​ suggested these, so thanks for that broski ;) These are a little longer than my last ones, but i hope you enjoy them anyway.

- So since this takes place in 1920's Birmingham and asexuality was most recently recognized officially in 2001 by a dude named David Jay, you can already imagine the mild amount of confusion people you try to explain this to would have

- Assuming you've watched Peaky Blinders (if not then you may very likely not understand what im about to say), the show is pretty much full of sex. Like, every other episode. Just basing it off of my basic knowledge of Birmingham in the 1920's and the whole operation they had going on there i would assume that this would be considered not only weird, but inherently abnormal in terms of physical health

- Now we know that that's not the case and that its natural for some to not  identify with a generalized sexuality, but due to social and medical beliefs at the time, telling you big bear of a mans would probably raise some red flags for him

- He's never really been the type to listen to what people say unless it's important, or listen to what people say if they're criticizing his partner, but in this case he might view it as a medical issue

- The first time you tell him he's a little confused. It’s up to you whether or not you're actually going to be direct about it, but he'll initially assume it's because you're not attracted to him in particular

- Maybe you've gotten tired of him? Maybe this is just another way of saying you wanna back out? Or maybe-

- generally after an explanation, he'll get it a little more but still have questions

- "Is it like,, some sort-of malfunction. Y'know, in yeh head???" ( forgive me i cant write accents ) Alfie doesn't exactly get it at first because that cant be normal, right??? It just doesn't make sense??? Isn't it human nature to want to breed??? Needless to say this sort of challenges his whole thought process in terms of human biology even though his knowledge is a bit limited due to A) the time period and B) because he hasn't really had an education like that (he's intelligent, don't get me wrong, but the public education consisted of the "Three R's" which were reading, writing and arithmetic and some semblance of physical education and that was for boys. So you can assume the amount of education he had, excluding the fact that he's jewish and grew up in a complicated situation (see bottom for cited source))

- Regardless, even if he did have medical knowledge that was advanced for the time he still wouldn't know much about this so he has A LOT of questions

- Initially he's going to ask if you don't "y'know, get it up" or something like that. Explaining how it works and the limits and idea to your sexuality generally takes some time for him to understand and process fully since it isn't really considered natural in this time period. It kind of takes a while to accept it as well since he (believe it or not) thinks it's partially his fault

- In some way he's going to think it's because he failed somehow. He knows subconsciously he couldn't have done anything to "fix" it even though theres nothing wrong with you but he's half convinced its because he's not attractive. Keep in mind, he's had pretty much no experience with this, so bear with him. He straight up doesn't know what the fuck to do.

- Some reassurance goes a long way in these sorts of situations, however. You're probably going to have to let him know that it’s really, honestly nothing he did and that you're always been like this. You don't love him anybody less than you would if you WERE sexually engaged, and in turn he loves you just the same as well

- It takes some getting used to, but honestly he's overjoyed that you two didn't break it off just because of that. It turns out not really affecting your life together that much since he can just "take care of it" by himself and get it over with, but his attitude towards you doesn't change much...or at least it doesn't change much after a while of being together (dude finds himself getting them “urges” but he DOESN’T want to make you feel pressured to take care of his problems so he doesnt say shit about it)

- Initially he's sort of afraid that certain touches will make you uncomfortable. Like sitting in his lap? He views that as inherently sexual and so if you DO do that he's automatically going to think 'but i thought you said???' And just furrow his brows for a little bit. BUT after eventually seeing that it DOESN'T have to be sexual he sorta finds himself enjoying it

- Like YES please sit in his lap and read to him, he's so soft for all that sweet shit that it's sickening. It takes a while to get used to, but he eventually figures out that it's really not worth breaking up over. you're still you and you're still his Ride Or Die Partner In CrimeTM so it's fine with him. You still mean the world to him anyway, and he will constantly remind you of it regardless of what others may think

- But even if you believe his approval is all you want, god forbid anyone say something negative about you

- This man defends his pride and joy like it isn't anyone else's business (cause its not really), and someone WILL get their brains blown out of the other side of their head if they say a damn thing that sounds less than friendly. "Is it broke?" Or "Must have a screw loose in the head." Or anything along those lines will not fly. Unless you deliberately tell him not too he will definitely- ehem -“get rid of the problem”. But he might do it anyway even if you tell him not to because he's just like that - -;

- Overall, he's a bit confused and conflicted at first, but eventually learns to accept it how it is. He's definitely going to have some questions, and will probably always be getting used to it due to how rare it is, but he still loves you regardless of this. Boyfriend rating : 9/10 needs some improvement the first few weeks but overall one of the best after the improvement period

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Who Should I do Next? Let me know in my inbox/submissions, or in the comments below! Thanks for reading!

(Source i mentioned https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C9BKJA_enUS829US829&hl=en-US&ei=0LvAXsfTA4yQtAbz95yQBg&q=how+was+education+in+1910%27s+england&oq=how+was+education+in+1910%27s+england&gs_lcp=ChNtb2JpbGUtZ3dzLXdpei1zZXJwEAMyBQgAEM0COgQIABBHUKNdWLheYNtfaABwAXgAgAF6iAHSAZIBAzEuMZgBAKABAQ&sclient=mobile-gws-wiz-serp )

N U M B E R 1 / KYLO REN : https://og-danny-dorito.tumblr.com/post/617480410048380928/1-kylo-ren-with-an-aceso

N U M B E R 3 : COMING SOON