#it's funny because the borrower headcanon thing is in my drafts

[honey-and-lemon-gt]

hello ‼️ pjsk g/t community i come bearing a question

if I were to do some borrower scenario yapping, would you rather i make a post about why if you were a borrower you would or would not be caught by [insert character] or what general pjsk borrower headcanons like what they'd be like if they were a borrower

[zet-sway]

@the-wip-project day 46:

What does your editing/revision process look like?

GREAT QUESTION LOL (ʘᴗʘ✿)

It's a mess. It's a god damn shit ass mess. I can slam down 1k words in an hour if the mood strikes but I will, without question, second guess the everliving fuck out of every last word.

So I write a scene and then spend like 1 week minimum nitpicking it.

Editing fanfic! Its a thing I do until it makes me literally sick. Sometimes I know I'm done with something when I just can't fucking stand to read it anymore. Holy hell you guys just don't have any idea how heavily edited all of my work is.

The method is: draft first, fix later.

So usually my WIPs are stuffed into Tumblr's drafts thing. And I pick at them a few minutes at a time, multiple times a day.

While I'm at work

When I get home

Before bed

When I wake up

When I'm taking a shit

You know, downtime lol

In fact I often start editing the work before I even finish writing all of it.

The number one thing I find myself doing when I'm revising work, is taking the second half of a phrase/sentence/paragraph and cut/pasting it in front of what was once the first half. I don't know why but most of the time, when I rearrange words like this, I like them better.

I also keep the fucking thesaurus handy. Because I'm not confident in my vocabulary. One of the shitty things about writing a lot of smut is this oppressive feeling of "sameness" that permeates each work. It's all smut. Mouths, hands, genitals, sensations, feelings, intimacy. There are only so many words to describe how it feels to be touched. And I don't want to reuse the same idioms from scene to scene cause then it just feels like "I wrote the same smut but remixed." I'm trying to incorporate a heavy focus on dialogue these days and that's helping a lot, but wordplay is challenging when you're writing oral sex for the third time in two months. At that point I often find myself banging out a non smutty scene just to like, loosen up a little.

Side note: I found this "sexy thesaurus" online that listed "heart of her arousal" as a way to say vagina and I'll be honest I've never heard this one and I really love it so yeah expect to see that more lmao

And one of the biggest things I do when I'm editing is distance. I have to take breaks from the work, to write something else, or just to do anything else at all. Sometimes I read other fanfics which is a double edged sword because it's inspiring but also makes me think "fuck why didn't I think of that???" But I'm trying to distance myself from the notion that I can't "borrow" from other works. I can borrow. Borrowing a "train of thought" is not plagiarism. Borrowing one word used near another word is not plagiarism. If I don't try out new words, I will never grow as a writer.

And don't even get me started on dialogue. It's funny because I find Shepard's character a pain to write but her dialogue is very easy for me. She speaks with my voice (not literally but in terms of words). Thane I find easy to identify but harder to dialogue. I revise his words a lot. There's a fine line between his ample vocabulary and his direct way of speaking. For instance in Taste of Victory, I revised these lines at least five different ways:

"What do you hope to gain by poring all night over strategic data?" - I struggled with what exactly Shepard was looking at. I wanted her to be doing some small, pointless thing that made her feel like she was still contributing to the war while tired as fuck, but I didn't want to use the words "war assets."

"The whole galaxy could be on to us and I could not find it in myself to care." - I wanted him to say "I have no fucks to give" in the most Theloquent way possible. I just made up the word Theloquent - Thane + Eloquent. I'll see myself out LMAO

"Ah, the legend herself, assassinated in the fortified heart of her own warship?" - this line was originally way too long. I wanted to keep the words 'legend,' assassinated,' and 'warship.'

Thane in particular is very easy to "overdo," in my opinion. It's easy to put too many big words in his mouth and even easier to tack "Siha" on to every single line of dialogue. In my headcanon, he calls her Shepard just as often, usually saving Siha for more private moments but not always. Actually he sometimes calls her "Dess" too, as a shortened version of "December" (thank you spookyvalentine for that nickname!) but I don't use my Shep's name as a general rule. But yeah I don't want Thane to sound like a thesaurus.

The absolute hardest thing is second guessing the "plot." I'm dealing with a lot of that now. If I change an idea for something that hasn't been written yet - while simultaneously working on a scene that comes AFTER that event - oh my god it just makes my stomach flip with anxiety. I could fix this by actually writing in a linear fashion. But that's so fucking hard to do lmao. That's one reason I haven't finished my long ass WIP yet. I'm happy with the interlude scene but I keep thinking I want to slow burn it more - it's important because both Shep and Thane make direct references to events that happened previously. Events that I haven't written yet. This is me clutching my fucking head in my hands and screaming into a pillow lmao (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

So TLDR my editing process is extremely nonlinear, time consuming, and exhausting. I have this ingrained idea that "there's always room for improvement." But often by the time I'm done editing I can't see what's good about the work anymore. I know which moments I like but I can't see it from an objective standpoint anymore. Coming back to fanfic after years was an incredible experience because it was the first time I ever read my own work from a completely clueless perspective. It gave me inhuman confidence to write again, and I have to remember that because I'll second guess myself into the ground if I'm not careful.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I should maybe try and calm down a bit lol

[yandere-wishes]

Yandere Fling Posse Headcanons // Hypnosis Mic X Reader//

NGL I didn’t really like Fling posse before writing this,but now ....💓💓💓 Also huge thanks to @minoux-x​ for the help with writing these HC’s!!

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ramuda amemura

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At first glance, Ramuda can't even be classified as a yandere! He's so sweet and loving, constantly showering his sweetheart with candies and new clothes. Every word that leaves his mouth is a love-filled melody that melt's his s/o's heart! He's just the absolute best boyfriend anyone could ask for!...

But life isn't a fairy tale and Ramuda must certainly isn't the prince charming he pretends to be. All those gifts and sweet words where just strings to tie you up with turning you into his little dancing puppet. You'll soon find yourself all alone, walking on a tight rope of Ramuda's lies. Everything is so blurry, just when did you stop texting your childhood best friend and when was the last time you even saw your mother and father. Every single memory you can recall seems to be centered around the pink-haired lollipop enthusiast.

"Sweetheart..."

Sometimes when you lie in bed next to your "boyfriend", squeezed tightly to his chest. Your mind rushes back into the past, burrowing through each and every nook and cranny of your soul to attempt to recall any stretch of the imagination that may have even hinted at life before Easy R. Sometimes you recall certain hobbies you use to take pleasure in, reading, writing, drawing, basic things that everyone must have enjoyed but...but then he said that you didn't need them, all your books began to slowly disappear, all your sketchbooks just vanished one day and every time you tried to type a single word, Ramuda would lay himself over your lap demanding attention. Funny how now, the tables have turned and you're the one begging for the pink-haired man's attention every second of the dame day.

Ramuda practically treats his darling like a little doll. He's persisting in making sure to erase anything in her life that isn't him. He doesn't mind her being numb and brainless, so long as conscious enough to give him kisses and hugs, suffocating him with all her attention. He adores dressing them in the "cutest" most girly dresses that he can make. styling their hair and fixing up their makeup. But be warned one wrong move, one simple word about not liking one of his dresses and you're in for a painful punishment. 

Punishments are where Ramuda's dark side really shines through, where his carefree "playful" person cracks, revealing the ugly truth nesting within. His punishments are always dehumanizing in a way, always reminding you that you are nothing but a doll, a marionette with the sole purpose to entertain him. His favorite discipline is pokes sewing needles into his darling's flesh, making her scream out in pain and confusion. Oh, how her cries of pain are sweeter than any dessert! Speaking of sweets, if you dare misbehave than Ramuda is going to take away your "eating privileges" only if you beg will he let you have a tiny scrap to eat. Usually in the form of the vilest tasting candies in all of Japan. 

"wanna have some fun with me?"

Gentaro Yumeno

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Gentaro is an extremely manipulative yandere, who's also greatly delusional, he'll slither his way into the mind of his darling, twisting their every thought to revolve around him and only him. He likes watching his lover fall into an endless pit of despair, making them question their own reality and truths. 

It took almost an eternity for "Phantom" to find his one true darling. He's all so extremely picky about what they must be like. He wants an intellectual who he can compare wits with. Someone who understands him on spiritual bases. Easy to say that such a person was extremely hard to find. But when he does find "the one" there is no way in hell that he's going to let them get away that easily. He'll stalk them where ever they go, following them, day and night, memorizing their schedules. When he starts to notice the lack of his attention his darling gives him, Gentaro will start to take his delusions out on paper. Writing draft after draft about the "perfect" love story between you two. How he's the intelligent scholar that recuses the poor maiden from her mundane, dreadful life, whisking her away into a world of fantasies and knowledge. But soon, very, very soon, poor Gentaro will get bored with these tales and wish to experience the real thing. It's then that he truly becomes the protagonist of his stories. "saving" you in the dead of night, open the door of both your heart and mind to his great reality. "I love you (Y/N)~"

Life with Gentaro is extremely complex. You never know what true and what's a lie. Your self proclaimed "lover" is a pathological liar, with an icy heart! Failing to distinguish between his lies and reality often leads to both punishments and parts of your sanity chipping away. Of course, Gentaro would never hurt you, no, no he loves you too much. If you wake up to a broken leg to finger pulled out of their socket it must have been someone else. He twisted the fables in such a dreamy manner that you are just about to believe him...that is until he says he infamous catchphrase "that's just a lie" and continues to degrade you for not being able to distinguish such a clean distortion.

Over time you begin to cage yourself in a glass cage made up of Phantom's lies. Using those that benefit you and make you truly believe that he loves you to guard you against the harsh reality of all the cruel, inhumane things he has done to you.

YOU LOVE HIM AND HE LOVES YOU...... OR IS THAT TOO JUST A LIE?

"I promise that is no lie, my love"  

Dice Arisugawa

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Dice is a very hard yandere to pin, mostly due to his rather air headed and careless nature. But a good way to describe him is a delusional obsessive. In the eyes of Dead or Alive you are nothing more than a prize, a valuable trophy much more precious than any gold or diamond, but a prize never the less. He will do anything to win his lovely darling. Noting is off the table. killing some punk that made eyes at you? Sure, let him just roll his dice to see whether he should use a knife or ax. Maybe you require money? That's no problem, he just needs to borrow some cash from Rio to play with and hopefully win you a generous sum. Of course, he is going to expect some reimbursement sooner or later. 

Dice isn't a fool, he's going to aim for a more unfortunate, desperate darling. One that he can easily talk into joining him in a "friendly" game of cards. It's the game of a lifetime, nothing is off the table. Dice is ready to bet his every last yen he owns, his arms, legs, heck even his organs. Just so he can lure his naive little lover in so deep that she'll have no choice but to bet her self as the final prize. BET IT ALL, That's when the gambling junkie will swoop in, revealing his final hand, a royal flush!

That look of utter despair and helplessness in his darling's eyes is more addicting than any Slot Machines. It's making his heart rush a mile a minute. He's almost positive that his rib cage is going to break from the sheer pressure of each heartbeat. You're him now! He won you! Oh, luck was truly on his side tonight! 

"You're my lucky charm (y/n)...."

Life is just one long game with Dice Arisugawa, he'll teach you every rule, ever outcome. But it's all up to you, every breath you take has it's consequences, every step has to be pondered on. But all so very soon you will become an expert at his little Backgammon game. Gradually Dice will let his guard down, after all the name is rather naive and far too trusting for his own good. This would be the perfect time for his sweet darling to escape...that is if she hasn't become too broken and addicted to Dice. 

Dice isn't very harsh on punishments, he's quite lax with any form of disobedience. A quick slap to the face or some shouting is as far as he'll go. Of course, they're also the lingering threats that he so casually spews. "(y/n) if you don't behave I'll bid you off the next time I'm out of cash." 

"Now, now (y/n) is that any way to talk to the man that practically owns your life? Why don't I just kill you right here and now? I'm sure your body parts must be work some yen, right?" 

They're mild, bordering on humor, but it's hard not to take them seriously when you see just how obsessed Dice can get with any game at any time. There is always the possibility you'll wake up without a kidney, or a lung or maybe even your right arm, just because he ran out of money for a poker game. These tiny threats and obsessive tendencies are enough to make his darling completely docile and submissive, out of pure fear for what the unpredictable blue-headed man may do to her. 

"...I'm never letting you go~

[panlight]

Now that you've read at least some of MS, what's your initial thoughts? Favorite part? Least favorite part? Has Edward's PoV changed your opinions on any of the characters? Favorite change from Twilight?

**** Spoilers ****

Edward’s the same Edward from the draft, and while SM clearly wants us to be like “oh how this poor boy suffers!” I still just mostly find it kind of funny how over-the-top dramatic he is about everything. It makes it hard for me to take him totally seriously. 

He’s still miserable to Rosalie but they do have a few heart-to-heart type conversations near the end that were nice. 

So nice to see sweet, lovely, gentle, happy Jacob again, if only briefly! He was such a ray of sunshine in the early books before SM completely changed his character. 

Jasper’s power has always confused me and I am even more confused now. I still don’t think there’s support for “he feels other people’s thirsts and that why he struggles,” though (he’s also just more interesting if he’s just Bad at this, imo). But it’s much less subtle and more more mind-controll-y than I thought and I’m not sure how I feel about that yet. 

I loved more insight into Cullen backstories even though it torpedoed some of my own headcanons. 

I really didn’t like the car chase scene. Mostly the protagonist-centered morality of it all. Creating a 27 car pile up, in which people are injured (although Alice didn’t foresee any fatalities! So I guess it’s fine??) just so they can save Bella, ugh. And the thing is, it’s totally unnecessary?! I don’t know about anyone else, but I’ve never been like “gee I wonder how the Cullens got to the ballet studio?” It’s an answer to a question no one asked and it makes the Cullens look terrible. She wants us to LIKE these characters, right?! And this time Carlisle is all up in it. I know he has his flaws and I don’t need or want him to be perfect, but he’s supposed to be the conscience. “The kind of guy who would never sedate an innocent stranger and steal their car” is a really LOW BAR and SM has ruined THAT for me. Thanks, I hate it! He’s the one of them who is actually supposed to care about humans; later on in this same book Edward talks about how hard it is for Carlisle to sit still in a hospital where there are suffering humans he could be helping and I’m like how many are there because of the ginormous car accident Emmett caused so you guys could steal another car and get away?? Are the Cullens paying those medical bills? 

My one consolation is the implication that Jasper is manipulating everyone to act cohesively and stay focused and stick to the plan. So Carlisle could be just totally wrapped up in what Jasper’s projecting and doesn’t realize the consequences at the time? But then we’re getting into mind-control and lack of free will which I ALSO hate so . . . it’s just a big NOPE! from me all around! The morality of the sketchy stuff they have to do to live as vampires and keep their secrets are interesting . . .  but only if they are given any weight and this is just 'cool badass car chase’ like it’s from a totally different series. 

Why couldn’t SM have just been like “idk it was weirdly cloudy in Phoenix that day” or “it was night time!” or “Alice foresaw they’d need a car and had a rental waiting” or “Jasper mood-controlled the police into letting them go/letting them borrow their car” or literally anything else. She’s clearly trying to make this an exciting action sequence but it’s WAY over the top (27 cars?!?!) and all I got from it are “the Cullens are being terrible again.” Why is Bella more important than all the people who were injured in the pile-up? We’re supposed to think “wow look at the lengths they will go to to save Bella <3″ but all I can see is the collateral damage that none of them seem to care about at all. Is it just me?!

(Also it’s boring I just don’t care at all about cars or anything related to them sorry.)

[24hrsoda]

Dallas + Dog headcanons???

(based off this post)

-Dally isn’t much of a Pet Person™️. He doesn’t hate animals, he loves ‘wild’ animals like broncos and bulls, and there’s rodeo dogs that can herd and do specific jobs and he thought they were pretty cool and would occasionally pet them or feed them

-But he doesn’t get the whole pet thing. The rodeo dogs and other animals are all just like...farm animals. With the dogs they’d just dump enough food to feed them all and fill a trough with water and let them be. They weren’t trained with treats and praise so they weren’t the nicest, most social dogs. Very snap-y and growl-y.

-He doesn’t know why anyone would want a dog just to hold and pet it and love it and have it sitting in their house without making it work or training it to do anything. besides he already has Johnny to do that to so what’s he need a dog for?

-But then comes the random Dog At Buck’s™️

-The Dog doesn’t actually belong to anyone, it was a stray that stuck around and it doesn’t have a name either. Buck likes the dog so it lets it stay around. He doesn’t mind as long as it’s not tearing things up or peeing on anyone’s shoes

-Dally would occasionally pet it and if he was eating he would toss it some food or something in hopes that it would stop sitting there staring at him. It only made the dog move closer and stare harder. And then it began to follow him around.

-every time Dally came to Buck’s, the dog would charge at him excitedly wagging it’s tail and jumping and if Dally didn’t pet it, it would start barking and Dally would sigh and start petting it to shut it up

-the dog isn’t trained so Dally doesn’t really see the point in keeping it around. Other than barking by the door to go outside when it needs to, the dog literally can’t do anything. It doesn’t know any tricks. It doesn’t know what sit or stay or lie down means But it likes to jump on the bed.

-Dally discovers this when he’s asleep and suddenly the dog jumps on him and wakes him up. He grabs for his knife ready to start hacking away at whoever’s trying to attack him, but it’s just the dog, and he groans and pushes it off the bed. It jumps back on. He pushes it of. It jumps back on.

-eventually he wakes up in the morning with the dog sleeping pressed against his back. not the kind of bitch he’s used to waking up in bed with lmao

-to hell with it. it’s...comfortable. And the dog can’t talk so it doesn’t immediately start talking his ear off first thing in the morning when he’s groggy from sleep

-in fact the dog doesn’t talk no matter what situation they’re in. so the dog can’t say No Dallas that’s a terrible idea or Dallas you’re crazy or anything that Dallas doesn’t want to hear. That’s pretty nice. Dally would much rather prefer the dog’s company to that of other people’s most of the time now

-After a while he doesn’t mind the dog hopping on the bed. If it happens, it happens. Once a girl complained about not wanting ‘a dirty dog crawling all over me!!!’. Dally just smirked and was like “That Dog is probably the cleanest one in this entire place” and the girl got fed up and left. After that Dallas just laughed and petted the dog and was like “good job she was getting annoying”

-after a month or two the dog basically becomes Dally’s Dog. He starts saying things like “Leave my dog alone” and “my dog’s smarter than most of ya here anyways” and “my dog wants to get in on the action too” (then laughing when whatever girl he’s with just looks at the dog horrified)

-Dally doesn’t actually know the dog’s gender. He’s like a thousand percent sure it’s a boy tho.

-Later Johnny tells him “Dally that dog’s a girl” Dallas shakes his head and is like “Nah he’s too tuff to be a girl” (the dog isn’t tuff at all she’s very fluffy and soft and doesn’t really bite that much)

- “You know what Johnny? He can be whatever he wants to be stop judging my dog you little shit.”

-He names her Johnny II as a joke. Johnny just roles his eyes at that. She’s gone so long without a name that she doesn’t actually answer to being called ‘Johnny II’. She just responds to the sound of his voice more than anything. But it’s still funny

-He can also say stuff like “wow don’t y’all just love Johnny” and Johnny’s like “Me or the dog????” And Dallas just smirks and says “Obviously the dog” and it’s the most overused joke Dally makes almost on the daily and he does it just to mess with Johnny.

-When he walks in to Buck’s he whistles and Johnny II comes running to greet him from wherever she’s hanging out. She’ll jump up and nip at his hands or jacket sleeves and he playfully wrestles with her and ruffles all the fur around her ears

-She’s a sheepdog so she has that herding instinct in her and one time she followed Dally back to the hood and the guys were playing football and she was running circles around them trying to herd them and ruined the game but it was okay because they all eventually just ended up playing with her instead of playing football anyways

-(and of course the gang all laughed when he said he named her Johnny II) ((but they hardly call her by that. They always just say ‘c’mon girl!’ or whistle or snap to get her attention))

-she sucks at rodeos though. she’s not very good at working outside her instincts. dally tried to bring her along once hoping he could train her to be a working dog but she got scared with all the commotion so he just put her in the car he’d borrowed and let her hide out there for the rest of the night

-he sits on the floor and pats his lap and she crawls over and throws herself down across his thighs so he can pet her

-he likes holding her. he’ll sleep with his arm around her or cuddling her or he’ll just carry her sometimes for no reason other than he likes the solid weight and warmth of holding her in his arms???

-when it’s super cold outside and she follows him out he’ll carry her with the excuse that “the ground is too cold for his feet I don’t want his paws to freeze to the ground”. but really carrying her keeps him warm.

-she’s not at all aggressive or rough but Dally tells people she is so kids will avoid trying to pet her if they go out. “Don’t touch him or he’ll bite your fingers off!” Then he chases the kids away and since they’re running, she excitedly chases after them too and the kids start screaming

-When he came to visit Ponyboy and Johnny in the church they asked him where the dog was before they even said hello to him. (“Hey kids” “Dallas did you bring the dog???”)

-When he was in the hospital, they asked for his ‘emergency contacts’ and he listed Darry and Johnny II

-He lives happily ever after forever with his dog

-After everything went down, Two-Bit went down to Buck’s and Buck was like “You should take the dog. She was real close to Dal and doesn’t really listen to anyone else here and we don’t know what to do with her.”

-Two-Bit takes the dog. (He offererd to give it to the Curtis brothers bc he felt like she could help Pony cope w his issues, but Darry was extremely stressed enough about everything and declined, so Two-Bit keeps the dog, but it’s basically their dog. The rest of the gang still love and care about her. And they rename her. Soda suggests Dippy ‘because Dippy Dawg was a dog and so is she!’ and they all p much agree on it.)

-Dippy lives the rest of her life with the 5 boys.

-She’s there when Two-Bit graduates. She’s there when Pony graduates and goes to college. She’s there when Steve and Soda get drafted. She’s a grouchy old pup when she finally passes but she’s still loved all the same.

[wetookanoath]

hi i just want to let you know youre amazing for writing the cap au cause i have been craving one for forever! I was also wondering what are your headcanons for shane and ryan before the war?? I like to think that ryan dragged shane to supposedly haunted places and shane would only go bc it was fun to be w/ ryan. also ryan would get into many fights with bullies and shane would always be there to save him :D

KNDKNIWENFIR, Nonnie this is so sweet! Thank you so much for your kind words! Now, about your question–

Ryan, being a mixed moc, would had probably been bullied because of this, let alone the fact that he was sick almost all the time and poor. Shane, on the other hand, is the younger of two, from a family of polish immigrants. He has worked since he was a teen and met Ryan while going home after helping in a lil store near their neighborhood.

First meeting: 

like in the MCU canon, Shane was walking home when he saw three kids in a fight with another one, younger and smaller than them. 

He recognized the bigger kid as the school’s bully who he already hated, and even though he doesn’t know how to fight and isn’t that intimidating, God knows what possessed him that was able to talk his and the kid’s way out of the situation.

At first, Ryan wasn’t very grateful, saying he had them on the ropes, but hearing Shane’s easy laugh and “you sure did, bud” that sounded way too honest, kinda made him accept his hand when offered.

Ryan found out Shane worked at the corner’s store, he started to go more often for his mom’s errands to talk to his new friend. They became inseparable growing up, constantly in each other’s places, becoming good friends with their respective brothers.

As teens, they would use their free afternoons to go “ghost hunting” to old and abandoned places, constantly getting into trouble, having to call Finn to rescue them. 

Shane had to buy his brother a cigs box to shut him up, otherwise his parents would had killed him that one time they accientally broke a window at Mr. Pearlman’s old basement.

Finn only said he was going to rat them out joking, but accepted the cigs anyway.

Instead of “punk”, “jerk”, they called each other “little guy” and “big guy”.

Shane is almost two years older than Ryan, they aren’t in the same classes but he always waits for him after school and they walk each other’s home. Since Shane’s house is just around the corner from Ryan’s, he walks the rest alone.

They stay at each other’s on the weekends, and when Ryan’s mom has to work the night’s shift at the hospital, he stays with the Madejs, which makes Shane’s mom the happiest because she adores him.

When they stay at Ryan’s, Linda has to take away their lights or they will stay awake, telling horror stories and giggling like lil shits about everything under Ryan’s covers.

Shane thaught Ryan and Jake how to make blanket forts and they are always building one when he stays over.

Linda also adores Shane and cried when he moved out his parent’s house, even when he wasn’t going too far.

Shane and Finn lived together in a small apartment near a fabric where both worked when Shane was 19 and Finn 22, this allowed their parents to open a little drug store where Ryan worked until he became Captain America later on.

Fun fact: only Shane’s parents, their neighbors Richard and his partner Mina, and their neighbor Susan were the only ones to know about Ryan’s “change”.

Shane’s mom fixed his Captain America suit. It was originally too thigh, and she fixed it for Ryan and told him to wear red boots for the show, not the blue ones they had given him at first.

Finn gets married at age 23, Linda dies of TB that same year, Shane moves to Ryan and Jake’s after a long, long, loooong while convincing him that it was for the best of the three of them.

Jake moves to New York with other relatives to attend medic school. Ryan decides he is better away from them, it gives his uncles more chances to raise Jake properly. 

They write each other constantly.

He and Shane visit Jake at least twice before the war. They didn’t had much to spend, but it was during one of those trips when they spend all their money in Coney Island and had to borrow from Finn to get back to LA.

Shane’s mom always got Ryan horror books, he took his favorites with him to boot camp and then his Captain America tour, and then war.

When the States joined the war, Finn was drafted and his parents tried to persue Shane and Ryan to not enlist. Regardless, Ryan’s belief in doing the right thing and standing by his country isnpired Shane to follow him to their sure death.

Even thought he was totally healthy and so, Shane is lazy and hated to work out, yet he accepted to do so with Ryan before their got enlisted.

He knew Ryan wouldn’t be accepted, and he knew he was going to be taken. A part of him was prepared for it, the other was scared shitless of going alone.

When Ryan is first rejected and Shane accepted, they got drunk together with their other neighbors who were going to boot camp by draft or enlistment.

They cried together later, they never talked about it.

Boot camp was, by Shane’s opinion, the worst that could had happene to him (ha…). But he met Helen there, and they hit it up because he was reading her favorite book.

They never told this to Ryan, and none is sure as to why they didn’t. Ryan found out in the future, when Helen was older and still in her head, as she was telling him about how she had to give Shane’s things to his devasted mother who had lost both her children.

Helen and Shane often borrowed each other’s books and bothered Ryan about he didn’t knew how to dance or talk to Helen.

Once, they made a competition to see who could do more push-ups with one arm. Of course, Helen won.

Another time, when Ryan was away in a mission, Shane took Helen dancing and charmed the rest of the soldiers. Ryan was a little jealous of this, but wasn’t sure as for who he was jealous. 

What he didn’t knew was that there was seriously no bad blood between them, and Shane was able to tell Helen he was in love Ryan but knew it was not his place to intervine.

Helen confessed to him she was into woman, too. Later after the war, she married fellow Agent Dan Carter, who died many years after and stayed the rest of her life with her girlfriend, Angie, who Ryan almost didn’t met after waking up in the future.

Ryan kept trying to enlist, each time making Shane angrier at him lying in the form and wanting to expose his life that way. They constantly fought about it and once Ryan told Shane he didn’t understood because he didn’t took it as serious as him, Shane didn’t came home for almost a week after that.

Ryan never apologized, not in that life time at least. He was able to, many years later, when Shane didn’t had the same charming smile anymore.

They lived in a very poor neighborhood, often known for being the part of the city were immigrants, poor people, lgbt people and sex workers lived. So all their neighbors lowkey asumed they were together.

They weren’t, but they did kiss while drunk a few times, and other more when one of them would lie to be drunk.

Ryan wishes they would had been.

He both laughs, and sometimes cries, when he reads that on the internet, when kids like him who weren’t allowed to be at that time express how important is it for them that Captain America is also bi!

Shane was always dancing the house while cooking or making cores. They had a neighbor who was a sex worker, and she always had music loud enough for everyone in their building, so he would open the door to listen better.

In nights when shit wasn’t so bad, they would go “ghost hunting” to old fabrics and whatnot, constantly chased off my dogs or angry men calling them out for transpassing private property or whatnot. Shane found it somehow funny.

His last night in the country, he slapped himself mentally to not cry when they slept in the same bed and Ryan made him promise to get back in one piece.

Ryan wrote him often while in the country, Shane always asking in his own letters why he kept getting his letters with stamps from other states. Ryan said he was working with a insurance company, he just didn’t say as what.

The first time Shane saw a poster of Captain America, he recognized Ryan’s jaw and lips. He was captured that same night.

[loversandantiheroes]

Jigsaw - A Whouffaldi Fic - Part 4

Author’s Note: I know, it’s been eighty-four years, I’m so sorry guys.  Still not quite the end, but I’m bound and determined to get there before Christmas.  As ever, this is just my own flavor of wishful thinking, pieced together with a few headcanons and ideas.  Thanks again to @veradune  @sansaoftheborealvalley and @kingandcrook for their support and feedback.  You guys are fantastic <3

Summary: Because some pieces can’t be kept apart forever.  Post- Hell Bent reunion fic.  Part four of I’m-really-not-sure-anymore.

Rating: T

Warnings: Angst, suicidal ideation (in a vague fashion), general sappiness

Word Count: 2517

AO3 Link: here

Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3

       before...

The stones beneath her are cold.  She kneels anyway, unfazed, not unfeeling but unaffected by the chill.  The Doctor's coat is rough under her hands, his shoulders steel-straight beneath.  He's cold too.  Frozen and cracking.

Four and a half billion years.

The tears come in a warm flood as she locks her fingers together behind the Doctor's neck, pulling his face as close as she dares.  She calls him by name; a name she shouldn’t remember, a day that never happened, but somehow here it fills her head like strange music, a half-forgotten melody.  

His hands shake, but his eyes settle on her properly at last.  A cold trickle from his mind to hers, like a draft in a haunted ruin, and she senses the hard fact of it, seven days all told between when he last stumbled out of the transporter and the breaking of the wall, but beyond that she feels the rest.  Borrowed memories.  His and not his.  Echoes  An ocean floor made of the skulls of his predecessors.

How many times had he died for the chance to save her?  How many times had she died to save him?

Her own death is one stilled heartbeat away, and the Doctor has endured something far more cruel just to bring her back.  If this is their last chance…

In her heart, she makes one last apology to the memory of Danny Pink for the promise she’s about to break.

These words, from me, are yours.  Forever.  After time stops.  After the last star goes dark.  Nothing but these words remain.  Do you understand?

His face softens; thaws.  The shadows in his eyes lengthen.  The hands that cup her face are trembling.

His name on her lips again, quiet, secret.  Part of her knows what it means to his kind, this kind of confession, this promise.  She has to get it right just this once.  She'd bind their hands if she could.  Her fingers curl into his hair instead.  Please God let me get it right.  

And then the words come, finally, with them an enormous sweep of relief.  Unlocked at last, the half-secret she'd kept caged in her chest.  Words she's said a scant handful of times before, and always wrong.  First time a weapon, second time a deception, third time a promise made as the phone line cut, clattered, the last thing Danny Pink had heard in his too-short life.  A declaration twisted into a death knell in her head, and her heart locked it up so tight she hasn’t dared speak it again until now.

I love you, she says, a rush of breath as he brushes her tears away.

After the last star goes dark, he says, and his voice breaks.  With all I am, and ever could be.  I love you Clara Oswin Oswald.  After the end of everything, I love you.

　　now...

The memory flitters around them, cold and sweet, and Clara feels the Doctor's hands grip her tighter.  He says nothing, but he doesn't need to.  What he feels, she knows.  There is a lightness in her chest, every heartbeat like the beating of wings.

Let me be brave, she thinks, the lightness unfurling, wings made of promise and memory.  I love you.

- Always.  I love you, too.

They fly.

　　then...

"Are you sure?" Me asks when Clara walks into the console room.  She's put on her clothes from Trap Street - death shroud by Marks and Spencer.  The unflappable immortal has a look of almost apologetic kindness on her face.

Clara smiles, a tight half-sickle.  The outfit's old enough by now it should've fallen to dust a few times over.  Perks of living in a time machine - saves money on mothballs and garment bags.  She's fished it out a handful of times.  After long days and bad days and close scrapes, but she's always wobbled at the last second.  Something would come up, or Me would give her one of those long looks of infinite patience that was her way of offering an out, her way of saying it was ok to not be ready.  This time, though, there was no bad day.  Nothing happened.  She'd just swung her legs over the edge of the bed and a part of her had said softly, but with great finality; now.

"Yes."  The certainty of the word gives both women pause.  "I'm-"  She falters.  What is she?  Sure?  No.  Tired.  Tired more than anything.  "Ready," she says.  "I'm ready."

She plunges her hands into the psychic interface on the console and the TARDIS lurches violently.

The landing is so gentle it's nearly anticlimactic. The lurch-and-shudder settles and Clara's already halfway to the door.  She's in a hurry now, get it done and over with, and as her hand settles on the doorknob she remembers where she's going, really going.  Not Gallifrey, but Trap Street.  And with a lurch, she remembers he would be there.  In the doorway just behind her.  The Doctor.  For the first time in so very long she would see his face again properly, and there is a sinking feeling in her chest.  One last look.  It almost feels worth the cost.

The light that streams in from the Diner's windows is burnished gold, the ground beyond that powdery and red.  In the distance there is a barn.  She's gone farther out than she's meant to, landed in the wastes.  The barn wavers in the heat and suddenly she can smell old hay and pungent earth, remembers the three of them standing there, the Doctor in triplicate, solemn as pallbearers in the coppery sunlight, can hear the phantom of the child he had been, sobbing in the cold darkness.  Her stomach does a neat backflip.  Too much.  Too many memories.  Things she thought she'd left behind.  They followed, that was the hell of it.  Slow enough, but they pick up and followed, doggedly, unwaveringly.  But always just behind, waiting to catch up.  There is a pressure behind her eyes, heat and pain, a knot in her throat.  Move, she tells herself.

Without another thought she storms out the doors and into the wastes, corners of her eyes prickling.  Outside the wind is hot, sun just a bit too bright through unshed tears, and she turns, stumbles, trying to get her bearings.  Surely they can't be so far from the citadel she wouldn't be able to see it - and then the bells sound.  She wheels at the sound and there it is, a red-gold spire under glass, and it holds her attention for just a second.  Because there are people coming.  A bloody great horde of people moving out from Citadel across the wastes towards her TARDIS.

"We've overshot," Me calls out.  She jogs up, hands thrust deeply into the pockets of her jacket.  "Twenty or thirty years, give or take, but....oh.  Were you expecting a welcoming party?"

"Not particularly, no."  Clara shrugs.  "Come to make sure I don't run off again I suppose."

They meet in the middle; two humans and hundreds of Gallifreyans.  And that's the bit that puts a furrow in Clara's brow.  Not Time Lords, just ordinary people.  There are no raised voices, no torches, no weapons, but all seem to regard her with a worrying intensity.  Folded in the arms of more than half of them is a book stamped in circular Gallifreyan script, but Clara can't make out the writing.  Too far away.  Rassilon's Guide to Proper Mob Etiquette for all she knows.  

"Not here for a fuss," she says.  Brave face on, she puts her hands up, turns slowly on the spot.  A mob might not be able to kill her, but she knew from experience that it could still hurt like hell if they decided they were angry enough at you to give it a go.  "I've come to turn myself in."

They stare back at her, solemn and yet...

Her step falters.

They are crying.

I don't understand, she starts to say, and then several things happen at once.

A rumble starts, something she doesn't hear so much as feel, a funny pressure in her ears.  And then, sliding over the horizon, a broad, insectile ship barrels towards them at great speed, skimming low over the hardpan.  The Doctor had told her about these, when Rassilon had sent a company to bring him in after he broke through the confession dial.  Sky tank, he'd called it.  Big ugly thing, like a helicopter made up to look like a mosquito's head.

"No!" a small voice wails.  "Clara, no!"

From the crowd, a little girl darts out.  A plump woman with greying ginger hair tries to snatch at her arm, mortified, but her fingers catch only empty air.  The sky tank bears down and Clara finds herself staring down the barrel of three probiscus-like canons as the little girl drops her book and throws her arms around Clara's waist.

The com crackles on and a tight, weary voice says, "ATTENTION ALL NON-MILITARY PERSONNEL, STEP AWAY FROM CLARA OSWALD."

Without a word, the crowd shifts out, surrounding the outsiders.

"Clara," Me says incredulously.

She cranes her head around.  "What?"

"The books," she says, a look of amused puzzlement on her face.  The unflappable has been flapped.  Clara follows her eyes to the volumes many of the crowd still clutch protectively.  The little girl's copy rests at her feet, traced in delicate, swooping lines of flaking gold leaf.  

The Hybrid, it says.

"What the hell is going on?"

"I REPEAT, ALL NON-MILITARY PERSONNEL PLEASE STEP AWAY FROM CLARA OSWALD."

"Oh for pity's sake," sighs a second exasperated voice.  "Is the Doctor with you?"

Not for a long long time.  "No," she calls out.  "The Lady Me and myself, that's all.  Scan the TARDIS if you like."  She points behind her, catching a dizzying view of the diner again surrounded by desert, painted in deep crimson and purple.  "Nobody here but us chickens."

The little girl tightens her grip on Clara's waist, small fingers pinching.  "No!" she wails.  "Don't let them!  Don't let them take her."

"MA'AM PLEASE," starts the first voice, "STEP AWAY FROM THE CROWD AND -"

"Oh will you just land the damned thing, boy!" a third, familiar voice says.

The com clicks off.  The cannon barrels rotate once, twice, then retract as landing platforms extend.  A hatch at the back opens, stairs descending.  

The General steps out onto the hardpan, grim-faced.  A shorter, red-draped woman with long graying hair follows in tow.

"Miss Oswald," the General says with a minuscule nod.  "Welcome back."

"Spare me."  The taste of copper floods her mouth.  The urge to spit in the General's grim, pretty face is almost overwhelming.  The General straightens, raises her head even as her eyes flick away to the dust.  A hint of shame.  Good.  Ohila stares straight on at Clara without so much as a flinch, not angry, not defiant, but scrutinizing.  She feels as if she's being puzzled out.

"What the hell do you think you're doing running at your own people with that thing?" she asks finally.  "They're unarmed.  We're unarmed."

"No offense, ma'am, but so was the Doctor.  Precautions had to be taken."

"Your shadow has grown long in your absence,” Ohila says, spreading her hands at the crowd.  “People have been telling stories."  Eyes tick over, taking stock.  Clara stares back.  Something registers in the old woman's face, and for half a second before she resolves herself back to an affectation of mild interest, she looks as if she might burst out laughing.

"Stories?  What stories?"

"What else?  Yours," Ohila says.  "And his."  She plucks a book from the hands of one of the crowd, begins to read.  "'The Hybrid: A true account of the deeds of The Doctor and his companion Clara Oswald in the wake of the Last Great Time War.'  First copies started circulating a few months after the two of you ran off.  It's grown quite popular."

The General steps forward and the crowd closes ranks tighter around Clara and Me.  "Ma'am, please," exasperated....no...worried.  "If you'll just accompany us back to the Citadel.  The extraction chamber is being prepared.  None of us wish to prolong this any more than it need be."

"A bit late for that, I should think," Ohila mutters.  A small smile tugs at her mouth.

“Please,” Clara says, not to the delegation but to the crowd fencing her in.  “I came back to do this.  It’s why I’m here.  If you’ve read that book, if you know my story then you have to know that.”

“Of course we do,” the plump old woman says.  The girl at Clara’s waist is sobbing now, and the woman places a gentle hand on her head.  “That’s why we came.  We wouldn’t be standing here if it weren’t for you and the Doctor.”

There’s fire in the old woman’s eyes when she looks at the General.  “We owe them better than this.  How many hearts on this planet still beat because of them?  How many lives saved?  I want to see you count them just this once.  We are all of us still drawing breath because of what they did.  And then you damned robed cowards repay them with traps and torture and death.”

Clara watches the General’s eyes drop again, sees the color creeping up her cheeks.  Such shame.  She’s almost proud of the old woman.  But right or wrong, it makes no difference now.  

“There’s no way out of this,” Clara says, putting that jagged streak of steel that’s always been in her into the words.  If she says it right, she’ll believe it.  If she says it right, maybe it will stop the tears that she can feel prickling the back of her eyes and the cold hard lump sticking in her throat.  “Believe me, the Doctor tried.  I tried.  I’ve been going on borrowed time long enough.  I didn’t come here to fight for my life.  I came here to end it.  I’m not afraid, not anymore.”

The plump woman shakes her head curtly and turns to Ohila, lips pressed to a tight, thin line.  “This isn’t right,” she says, pointing a crooked finger at the General.  “And you know it!”

“Her death-” the General began.

“Was senseless, pointless, and utterly your fault,” the other woman finished.

The General gawped.  “I -”

“Enough of this,” Clara says, and pushes the crying girl into the arms of her grandmother.  “Let’s go,” she says to Me, pushing her way through the crowd.  She turns to them once, eyes on the ground.  The little girl is still crying.  “Thank you for trying,” she says.  “It’s good to know there’s still decency on this planet somewhere.  But this has to happen.  Everything ends.”

A small, quavering voice.  “Not everything,” the little girl says between hitching sobs.  Tears cut clean streaks in the red dust on the girl’s cheeks.  “N-n-not,” she stammers, the rest is lost as she buries her face into the old woman’s apron.

Not love.  Not always.

Her feet can’t carry her onboard the ship fast enough.

[resbang-bookclub]

AMA Transcript: Awoken

This past week, @professor-maka​ and @sahdah​ stopped in to chat about their work on their 2016 Resbang, Awoken! Here’s some of what went down:

Q: How did your fic change/evolve over time? Any deleted scenes/headcanons you couldn't fit into the fic?

ProMa: Sort of? In that I wasn't exactly sure how far I wanted to take the plot at first, and at one point considered a Medusa appearance but decided I liked flipping the villain expectation too much to fuss with it.

Q: How the frick did you write the songs and stuff?? It was so good and hilarious.

ProMa: Ahhhh I can't music which is why the songs are either poems (only the first, and it's intentionally bad) or I took actual songs and just--modified lyrics in the same meter.

Q: You wrote your own lyrics tho?

ProMa: I did. I carefully plotted to the meter of the original. Or in the case of Ox's first song, just kept a really trite meter.

Q: Gotta ask the obvious question: What made you want to do an Enchanted AU!!

ProMa: It's a really fun movie, and I just felt I could do something fun with it. Though I'll admit there's a heavy Enchanted Forest Chronicles in there, too.

Q: What was the hardest scene to write?

ProMa: Hardest to write was hmmmm... Maka waking up the second time. I got stuck in that section forever.

Q: And which scene did you write first?? Loved the song summons btw. It made me laugh so hard.

ProMa: I wrote it pretty much in order except in a few places where I wrote the song before the scene, so the taxi scene came first. The song summons was so fun to write. I wanted to take that scene from Enchanted and completely flip it on its head.

Q: Proma, I love the running gag with the disembodied music, was that from the AU's or your own detail?

ProMa: Disembodied music was just drawing from the brand of humor in Enchanted Forest Chronicles, Patrick Dempsey's reactions in Enchanted, and the reality of musicals. So basically my take on it, lol.

Q: How early in the process did you figure out that Ox was gonna be the prince? Were you always sure it would be him or did you have to narrow it down?

ProMa: Ox was my prince pretty much from the get go. He just fit what I wanted to do. I was going for the more noble version of Hans from Frozen.

Q: Was there anything weird that you didn't expect to make it into the final cut?

ProMa: The potty humor I definitely wasn't sure I would keep. But I am 14 at heart and kept it.

Q: Alternately, anything you wanted to keep but had to cut?

ProMa: I kind of wanted a Black Star appearance but time and plot arc did not allow. Also Wes was not in the original plan but he happened anyway.

Q: Tell us about the art collab! How did it work for you?

ProMa: They were really enthusiastic and supportive and started throwing ideas out from the get go! 

sahdah: Read voraciously, threw my ideas at Proma. 

ProMa: The poster image sahdah did was so great she worked on it forever! sahdah: Proma was super chill and awesome about things, I'd ask for direction and she gave like dress ideas. It was so much fun! 

ProMa: And rogha's painting was lovely.

Q: What was the hardest thing about that poster image?

sahdah: Ahhh the coloring. I did pen drawing and scanned but I'd just gotten a tablet for digital so working the layers was interesting. I had lots of support from Proma and Aer!

Q: How many drafts did you do before you decided on a final image for the art?

sahdah: Um, it started off with just Maka, and then Ox got added. And then I think Kim was next - this is all on the same page - and I knew Soul in a beanie had to be there. So it just grew. 

ProMa: It grew in the most glorious way possible. Sahdah kept sending me updates and I just [said] YES YES GOOD YES.

Q: I am jealous of how well-behaved this fic was for not having any deleted scenes.

ProMa: AHAHA I'm a weird writer. I delete sometimes, but not often.

Q: SEQUEL?

ProMa: Noooooooo no no no no no. Epilogue is my limit.

Q: What was your favorite scene to write?

ProMa: Either the vermin scene or Maka laying the smackdown on Ox. Both were fun. Maka as badass is always my jam.

Q: Is this a genre you'd want to do again?

ProMa: It was fun, I'd definitely do it again!

Q: Please tell me what inspired the "friendly neighbourhood broctologist" line because I literally laughed at it for 30 straight seconds.

ProMa: B* works in mysterious ways. He always gets my best lines. What inspired it? B* being B*.

[discussion of the rats/roaches scene]

ProMa: That scene is one of the more direct lifts from the film. It's really nasty. Vermin squick me so hard, but vermin summoning is one of the most hilarious things in the film. I HAD to. 

sahdah: Giriko running in fear when he next sees them, lol. 

ProMa: Poor Giriko, he only wanted some loot.

[discussion of how numerous people have not seen Enchanted]

ProMa: It's cute and funny and I did something completely different with the premise because Maka is no Gisselle.

Q: Real question time: Why George Michael?

ProMa: Omg. It was my server name because it was a play on the kiss thing and then I just--had to. Because Wham is awesome and cheesy and it fit.

Q: I'm kinda mad with how it was not awkward or cheesy. How do you put Wham in a story and make it charming?

sahdah: Promagic. 

ProMa: I have no idea. I love Wham, they were my first album. Call it a labor of pure love.

Q: Did you listen/watch anything (besides the obvious) for inspiration?

ProMa: I had a playlist I've been meaning to post: http://8tracks.com/professor-maka/awoken. I'll have to make it not unlisted later lol.

Q: Is it possible for Mr. Proma to do a cover the fic songs?

ProMa: It'd be hilarious but he'd side eye me hard. Very not his genre. Well, maybe the Foo Fighters. :') I would laugh so hard to hear them performed though. Maybe someday someone will perform one and make my life. 

sahdah: Soul singing Pearl Jam in the shower <3 

ProMa: Mr.Proma sent me that song when we were dating, it was a nod to self. 

sahdah: Awwwh, such a good husbando! 

ProMa: Such good husbando. Well, boyfriendu then.

Q: If you had to do it over, would there be anything you'd change?

ProMa: Hmmmmm man I just reread it. I wish I'd edited another round, because I missed some dumb reppy shit and just dumb shit. Also, the ending could be drawn out a bit. So I would do that if I had it to do again. But I was in serious time crunch mode.

Q: I am so impressed with how much fic you can crank out, Proma.

sahdah: Proma cranked out the last bit of the fic in... what was it, like 2 days? 

ProMa: Yeah, the last third was very fast. 

sahdah: I'm like WAIT!!! SO MUCH I NEED TO ART. 

ProMa: Sahdah did her second two pieces in like two days so MASS APPLAUSE. 

sahdah: /head scratch like there was so much good content! 

ProMa: And those pieces are great too.

Q: How does one do that, pull out quality in such a short time?

sahdah: Copious amounts of caffeine and manic cackling with Resbang partners. <3 

ProMa: I write fast under pressure. It's a skill I picked up in school that weirdly translates into creative things. Thank you, undergrad all nighters.

Q: Proma, [in the] epilogue, how does Ox fare with Kim?

ProMa: Omg Ox does not fare with Kim. She is all about dat Jackie. But I mean, he has his kingdom. Even if Spirit gives him constant shit for the rest of his days.

Q: How does Spirit react to maka moving?

ProMa: Spirit is so dejected. I haven't worked it out, but he would definitely seek Maka out. Might even just hand the kingdom to Ox eventually, and go [to the] whole other world. He will visit, that's not even arguable. That omake I will heavily consider. 

Q: Proma, one thing that I was interested to see and that I think I'm glad about is that you didn't do the whole Aesop where Maka has to go back and learn how to break the curse, find happiness in her own world. While I can appreciate that message and I think it has its place, I also think that if people could really do that... there are probably people who would find a place and feel better somewhere other than their "home world." I mean, you could translate the "world" metaphor to people choosing to leave a toxic family of origin, which would be a good thing.

ProMa: Oh yeah, I was never going to go there. This was about Maka shaping her own life on her terms. I was not going for archetypes at alllll. Blair was always my choice for the fairy godmother role. It's so canon anyway. You can do some good things with that trope, it just wasn't the goal. Maka staying in her new life definitely came from the source -- even if a lot of the source is altered beyond recognition. 

sahdah: I also love Maka working to improve herself on her terms. Like the details with the soufflé. 

ProMa: I definitely borrowed some flavor from Wrede.

[more discussion of the vermin scene]

ProMa: That's one of the biggest actual pulls from the movie though -- I flipped it completely. Giselle summons vermin to clean the messy house. Yeah, that is not Maka. Maka just wants her crap back and she's not into the singing thing. 

sahdah: Giriko! The real vermin, lol.

Q: Maka asking animals via Disney princess song to wreck Giriko's shit was one of my favorite things. 

ProMa: It's Maka, she's not gonna sing to clean Soul's house, he can get off his own ass! 

sahdah: Let's be real, he probably has a cleaning service, because of Mother. 

ProMa: His house is spotless, there are maids. (Why a high powered lawyer in Enchanted couldn't hire a maid is beyond me.) 

sahdah: Mc-Procrastinator, not Dreamy. 

ProMa: Mc-raises kid in nasty house. I actually have a soft spot for pet rats, we had them in 3rd grade but an actual in my house rat would make me into a quivering pile of NOPE.

Q: Is it Mc-over? [ implied :( ]

[insert giant chorus of thanks] 

ProMa: You guys asked great questions thank you! It was so much fun, I'm glad others thought so too! 

sahdah: It was my pleasure, I love musicals! 

ProMa: And thanks to my betas here too. Yulie and Sand saved my liiiife.

[yandere-wishes]

Yandere Fling Posse Headcanons // Hypnosis Mic X Reader//

NGL I didn’t really like Fling Posse before writing this,but now ....💓💓💓 Also huge thanks to @minoux-x​ for her help with writing these HC’s!!

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ramuda amemura

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At first glance, Ramuda can't even be classified as a yandere! He's so sweet and loving, constantly showering his sweetheart with candies and new clothes. Every word that leaves his mouth is a love-filled melody that melt's his s/o's heart! He's just the absolute best boyfriend anyone could ask for!...

But life isn't a fairy tale and Ramuda must certainly isn't the prince charming he pretends to be. All those gifts and sweet words where just strings to tie you up with turning you into his little dancing puppet. You'll soon find yourself all alone, walking on a tight rope of Ramuda's lies. Everything is so blurry, just when did you stop texting your childhood best friend and when was the last time you even saw your mother and father. Every single memory you can recall seems to be centered around the pink-haired lollipop enthusiast.

"Sweetheart..."

Sometimes when you lie in bed next to your "boyfriend", squeezed tightly to his chest. Your mind rushes back into the past, burrowing through each and every nook and cranny of your soul to attempt to recall any stretch of the imagination that may have even hinted at life before Easy R. Sometimes you recall certain hobbies you use to take pleasure in, reading, writing, drawing, basic things that everyone must have enjoyed but...but then he said that you didn't need them, all your books began to slowly disappear, all your sketchbooks just vanished one day and every time you tried to type a single word, Ramuda would lay himself over your lap demanding attention. Funny how now, the tables have turned and you're the one begging for the pink-haired man's attention every second of the dame day.

Ramuda practically treats his darling like a little doll. He's persisting in making sure to erase anything in her life that isn't him. He doesn't mind her being numb and brainless, so long as conscious enough to give him kisses and hugs, suffocating him with all her attention. He adores dressing them in the "cutest" most girly dresses that he can make. styling their hair and fixing up their makeup. But be warned one wrong move, one simple word about not liking one of his dresses and you're in for a painful punishment.

Punishments are where Ramuda's dark side really shines through, where his carefree "playful" person cracks, revealing the ugly truth nesting within. His punishments are always dehumanizing in a way, always reminding you that you are nothing but a doll, a marionette with the sole purpose to entertain him. His favorite discipline is pokes sewing needles into his darling's flesh, making her scream out in pain and confusion. Oh, how her cries of pain are sweeter than any dessert! Speaking of sweets, if you dare misbehave than Ramuda is going to take away your "eating privileges" only if you beg will he let you have a tiny scrap to eat. Usually in the form of the vilest tasting candies in all of Japan.

"wanna have some fun with me?"

Gentaro Yumeno

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Gentaro is an extremely manipulative yandere, who's also greatly delusional, he'll slither his way into the mind of his darling, twisting their every thought to revolve around him and only him. He likes watching his lover fall into an endless pit of despair, making them question their own reality and truths.

It took almost an eternity for "Phantom" to find his one true darling. He's all so extremely picky about what they must be like. He wants an intellectual who he can compare wits with. Someone who understands him on spiritual bases. Easy to say that such a person was extremely hard to find. But when he does find "the one" there is no way in hell that he's going to let them get away that easily. He'll stalk them where ever they go, following them, day and night, memorizing their schedules. When he starts to notice the lack of his attention his darling gives him, Gentaro will start to take his delusions out on paper. Writing draft after draft about the "perfect" love story between you two. How he's the intelligent scholar that recuses the poor maiden from her mundane, dreadful life, whisking her away into a world of fantasies and knowledge. But soon, very, very soon, poor Gentaro will get bored with these tales and wish to experience the real thing. It's then that he truly becomes the protagonist of his stories. "saving" you in the dead of night, open the door of both your heart and mind to his great reality.

"I love you (Y/N)~"

Life with Gentaro is extremely complex. You never know what true and what's a lie. Your self proclaimed "lover" is a pathological liar, with an icy heart! Failing to distinguish between his lies and reality often leads to both punishments and parts of your sanity chipping away. Of course, Gentaro would never hurt you, no, no he loves you too much. If you wake up to a broken leg to finger pulled out of their socket it must have been someone else. He twisted the fables in such a dreamy manner that you are just about to believe him...that is until he says he infamous catchphrase "that's just a lie" and continues to degrade you for not being able to distinguish such a clean distortion.

Over time you begin to cage yourself in a glass cage made up of Phantom's lies. Using those that benefit you and make you truly believe that he loves you to guard you against the harsh reality of all the cruel, inhumane things he has done to you.

YOU LOVE HIM AND HE LOVES YOU...... OR IS THAT TOO JUST A LIE?

"I promise that is no lie, my love"  

Dice Arisugawa

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Dice is a very hard yandere to pin, mostly due to his rather air headed and careless nature. But a good way to describe him is a delusional obsessive. In the eyes of Dead or Alive you are nothing more than a prize, a valuable trophy much more precious than any gold or diamond, but a prize never the less. He will do anything to win his lovely darling. Noting is off the table. killing some punk that made eyes at you? Sure, let him just roll his dice to see whether he should use a knife or ax. Maybe you require money? That's no problem, he just needs to borrow some cash from Rio to play with and hopefully win you a generous sum. Of course, he is going to expect some reimbursement sooner or later.

Dice isn't a fool, he's going to aim for a more unfortunate, desperate darling. One that he can easily talk into joining him in a "friendly" game of cards. It's the game of a lifetime, nothing is off the table. Dice is ready to bet his every last yen he owns, his arms, legs, heck even his organs. Just so he can lure his naive little lover in so deep that she'll have no choice but to bet her self as the final prize. BET IT ALL, That's when the gambling junkie will swoop in, revealing his final hand, a royal flush!

That look of utter despair and helplessness in his darling's eyes is more addicting than any Slot Machines. It's making his heart rush a mile a minute. He's almost positive that his rib cage is going to break from the sheer pressure of each heartbeat. You're him now! He won you! Oh, luck was truly on his side tonight!

"You're my lucky charm (y/n)...."

Life is just one long game with Dice Arisugawa, he'll teach you every rule, ever outcome. But it's all up to you, every breath you take has it's consequences, every step has to be pondered on. But all so very soon you will become an expert at his little Backgammon game. Gradually Dice will let his guard down, after all the name is rather naive and far too trusting for his own good. This would be the perfect time for his sweet darling to escape...that is if she hasn't become too broken and addicted to Dice.

Dice isn't very harsh on punishments, he's quite lax with any form of disobedience. A quick slap to the face or some shouting is as far as he'll go. Of course, they're also the lingering threats that he so casually spews. "(y/n) if you don't behave I'll bid you off the next time I'm out of cash."

"Now, now (y/n) is that any way to talk to the man that practically owns your life? Why don't I just kill you right here and now? I'm sure your body parts must be work some yen, right?"

They're mild, bordering on humor, but it's hard not to take them seriously when you see just how obsessed Dice can get with any game at any time. There is always the possibility you'll wake up without a kidney, or a lung or maybe even your right arm, just because he ran out of money for a poker game. These tiny threats and obsessive tendencies are enough to make his darling completely docile and submissive, out of pure fear for what the unpredictable blue-headed man may do to her.

"...I'm never letting you go~”