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drakewalkerfantasy · 4 years ago

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The Secret of Seduction (Tatum x F!MC): Mature

Summary: The Secret is the only way for them to be together. But how long will they be able to keep it until Madam President will find out the truth? And how easily it will be for them not forget about the rules in public? Couple of drinks in and the darkness… will it be possible for them to keep a secret? Or will they fall ones again in the arms of each other?

Words: 2089

Rating: M/Mature/18+

Warning: some d*** words/ erotica / sex references

Authors notes: I really hope you will enjoy this. Please let me know if still want to be tagged and what I can improve.

Sequel for The art of Foreign Affairs

Previous parts of The Secret of Foreign Affairs.

Part 1

Hours later, Claire was clapping her hands excitedly, bouncing on the spot after another win. Her heels clicking with the dull thud on the wooden floor, echoing off the walls, while her melodious laugh rang through the room, followed by Tatum’s low chuckle.

Her eyes met his, shining even brighter in the dim lights of the VIP room. The huge smile lit her face when she glanced over her shoulder at Tatum with the teasing glint in her eyes, catching his heated gaze. Feeling how her breath caught in her throat from the way he looked at her... from the way how his dark gaze dropped to her swollen lips, just for a second, but enough for her cheeks to get rosy and for her lips to tingle from the overpowering desire to be kissed. The way he kissed her just mere minutes ago, fierce and sloppy, hard and rough. The way, that would leave her weak in the knees and craving for more.

“So whose ass is getting kicked now?” singsonged Claire, shaking herself out of the moment, and dancing around the table before stopping behind Tatum. Her chest pressed into his back, while her arms wrapped around him. Feeling how his hands eagerly covered hers, and his body leaned into her touch.

“I want a rematch? I’m sure you cheated, somehow,” grumbled Tatum, trying to hide his smile behind a stony expression.

“Fine, but I'm still going to win,” she said, her voice muffled by his back while she inhaled his scent. Feeling like home next to him. The only place where she always felt like home. Feeling not alone anymore. Finally feeling happy. “So, should we make it even more interesting?”

“Does it mean that before you didn’t enjoy beating my ass? Could have fooled me,” said Tatum with a laugh.

“Ohhhhh, believe me, I did. But let’s make a bet... If you win, I'll do anything you want. And I mean anything... but if I win....,” she circled around him, placing herself between the pool table and Tatum’s firm body, tiptoeing to him. Her eyes meet his with a mischievous glint. Her nails lightly scratching his back, making him growl when a spike of pleasure ran through him.

“And if you win?” asked Tatum, choking on his own words when she leaned closer to him. Her fingers toying with a short hair at the back of his neck, making his pulse skyrocket in anticipation.

“And if I win we are doing bodyshots, and I will make sure you will never forget that,” whispered Claire in his ear, running the tip of her tongue over his lobe. Causing a low animalistic growl to leave Tatum’s throat. His hands running tantalisingly slowly down her sides sending a shiver ran through her while his gaze held hers. His fingers fluttered lightly against her bare back until finally stopping at the back of her thighs, making her gasp when his hands tensed and lifted her effortlessly in the air, sitting her on the edge of the pool table. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her heels dug into him pulling his body even closer to hers. So close that he was sure as hell she could feel the very, very large bulge pushing into her sex, making the wanton moan leave her throat and her eyes fluttering shut. Her tongue running along her swollen lips, tugging her bottom one between her teeth. Making his dick swell even more from the sight.

“Then it seems that you got yourself a deal. But if you think that I will go easy on you… think again,” he murmured, seemingly unaffected by her, if not for the swell in his pants and the ragged breathing against her lips. His lips moving slowly against hers with every word he was saying, just a gentle caress against her luscious rosy lips. Not rushing her. Not letting her to rush him. His hand at the nape of her neck, while his fingers tangled in the thick soft curls cascading down her back guiding her mouth closer to his. Pressing their lips firmer together with a soft grunt.

His tongue tantalisingly slowly ran at the seam of her lips, coaxing her mouth to open for him. His tongue sliding inside, tasting and curling around hers, deepening the kiss. Her floral scent washed over him, and she tasted like salt, and lime with earthy notes of tequila, and something sweet, and close like home. His soft grunts mixing with her breathless sighs. And it seemed that the sounds alone were sending his mind into a haze and his blood ablaze.

Their kisses grew firmer and fiercer with every time their lips met. Their hands pulled each other closer... desperate for more and it seemed that time stopped, while their lips met in a growing passion over and over again, moaning and grunting until they finally pulled apart for air. Breathing heavily against each other's lips before he gently put her back on the floor, reluctantly letting her out of his arms.

His eyes follow her every movement with a soft smile letting Claire to arrange the balls and break them, watching how she leaned on the table. Her dress rising up till the mid thigh, her ass in the air and her leg put back slightly aligning the break. He could feel how desire to kiss her again or to have her right here on this table coursed through him. Feeling how his body tensed and hardened, when she pushed her hair back and over the shoulder exposing her slender neck. Her body wiggling just a little, and in that moment he wanted nothing else but to wrap his arms around her. Feeling how the smile was threatening to break through his stony mask, when the first ball rolled into the pocket and she jumped excitedly clapping her hands, throwing a dazzling smile over her shoulder before aligning her next shot.

Forty fives minutes later and with only two balls left Tatum was leaning over the table getting ready for his last shot. It was the easy shot, the one that he could make with his eyes closed and win the game, but before he could do anything his eyes sought Claire. Instantly realising what a mistake he made, but it was already too late as he couldn’t tear his gaze away, watching how her bright white teeth dug into her bottom lip worrying it slightly between them. Her eyes unblinkingly focused on the two balls, hers, red as her dress with a white stripe, and the solid black. The one Tatum was about to send to the left far pocket and win the game for good, claiming his prize... more likely claiming her as he did this morning, secretly hoping that this time he will not hold back. Her eyes dilated, and her breath hitched. Her chest rising and falling, and he could see how the pulse point at her neck fluttered from his delay, either in excitement or in panic. And exactly in that moment he knew that he must lose the game. Just because he wanted to see her smile. Because he wanted to be the one who makes her smile... Always.

It was another minute before finally Tatum sent the off-white ball toward the black. Precisely calculated shot and the balls connected, the off-white ball just slightly brushing solid black, sending it flying to the pocked and stopping just millimetres short. Both seemed to stop breathing, watching how the black ball staggered slightly on the edge before stopping dead. Tatum could hear Claire’s excited whooping just behind him, followed by the clapping of her hands. Smiling subtly by the corners of his lips.

He turned his head to the side looking at her, his palms pressed firmly to the pool table still leaning on it. His suit jacket long gone and the sleeves of his white shirt rolled to his elbows. And he watched how happy and ridiculously cute she was, not able to tear his gaze away, watching her approach him with a bright smile. Her hip bumping into his, moving him slightly away from the table before taking his place.

Her body leaned perfectly to the table. Her red dress raised even higher when she rose on tiptoe to align the shot and her teeth dug into her bottom lip in concentration. He could feel how the warmth ran through him, and he couldn’t resist temptation but to come behind her. Feeling, how his pants got impossibly tighter from the way she looked. Her body almost lay on the pool table, making a sinful images appear in his mind. The ones that made him want to unzip his fly and pull her closer, thrusting deep inside her. For a split second forgetting all the reasons why he wanted her to win.

His hands landed on her hips, pressing her firmer to him with a groan, making her feel every inch of his hardened flesh. Wanting her to feel how much he desired her. His hands ran higher, making a delicious shiver run through her, feeling distractingly good in his arms.

“It’s not fair,” murmured Claire, feeling how his hands slid along her body, brushing her hair to the side to reveal her long, swanlike neck. Moaning, when his lips pressed softly to the side, kissing a hot path to her ear before sucking on her earlobe. “You are distracting me,” she whispered, feeling how his hands ran along hers, leaving a sizzling trail where his fingers touched her.

“You are beautiful,” he murmured, throwing a quick calculated glance over her shoulder subtly guiding her hand into a perfect position to strike two balls at one. Only to be able to see that genuine smile that will alight her face later after the balls will fall into their pockets. Only to be the one who will make her smile.

Slowly he took a step back, watching how she bent down over the pool table even lower. Her hand with the cue pulled back aligned already for a perfect shot, striking the off-white cue ball with a full force. Sending it straight to the red stripe ball, rolling it right into one of the pockets, before ricocheting from the wall of the table and with the doubled force bouncing off of there, grazing the side of the solid black ball sending it straight into the opposite hole.

“Oh my God,” gasped Claire, her hand covering her mouth before turning to look at Tatum, shock and delight sparkling her eyes. “I... I did it. But wait, how did I do it? I even didn’t aim for the black one… Oh my God, I won,” she laughed lightly. Her eyes shone with such delight and marvel, that he couldn't help but smile back at her. Her head was thrown back and she was spinning happily on the spot.

Suddenly he felt mesmerised, taking a first step toward her, as if enchanted by her movements. The corners of her eyes crinkled from a smile creating a little webs around them. And he mirrored her smile, taking another step closer.

Her nose wrinkled just a little bit, creating the cutest view in front of him. And he couldn’t help it, but approach her hastily, catching her in his arms and lifting her body up. His face mirroring hers happiness, while her lips curved into a smile and he couldn’t help it but kiss her hard and fast without a warning.

His lips moved in tandem with hers while he backed her to the edge of the pool table. His tongue curling around hers kissing her fiercely before finally pulling away for an air. His eyes finding hers, and his forehead pressing against hers, breathless. Gently, his hands wrapping around Claire’s waist bringing her closer to him, trying to ignore the heat running through his body and the way it instantly reacted to her closeness. Not able to think straight, when his lips were only a breath away from hers, breathing the same air. The words leaving his lips even before he could process what he was saying, blurting out the only thing that seemed the most right thing to say. Saying them the way if he would say them to her his whole life. Feeling the words with every cell in his body.

“I love you,” he husked, kissing her softly on the lips slightly pulling away only to be met by a shock in her eyes.

Tagging: @choices-bound @jamespotterthefirst @mercury84choices @k2624 @thefrenchiemama @choicesreal @starrystarrytrouble

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nagisasstunningpersonality · 4 years ago

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TINSITOGS, a retrospective (happy birthday)

(yes I’m like two days too late I know I’m sorry)

Why hello followers and ass class fandom, nice to see you there. I’m sure MOST people know about this, but in case you don’t, hi. On AO3 I’m better known as livixbobbiex, writer of maybe one of the most infamous Assassination Classroom fics.

Which I mean like, if you haven’t read it yet you totally should it’s fanlore at this point I promise-

Shameless plug that I don’t need aside, I felt that, on its first birthday since actual completion, I just wanted to share some things about it. Some tit bits about writing it, fun facts, maybe even some author advice TM. I appreciate that it’ll be super annoying if I do that in the tags, though, so that’ll all be under the cut. If you don’t want to read the whole post, then no matter what, thanks for the support in general!

I also want to take the opportunity to announce that I’ve reopened my discord, so if you want to talk about my fics with me (and others), you’re more than welcome to join! (the link is here)

The origin story

I’ve stated this many times, I think, but TINSITOGS was never supposed to be a serious story. Taking you back, quite a long time, it actually started in a facebook DM with a friend. We used to come up with “head canons” with each other, which were basically just very condensed fanfiction plots over a multitude of text messages. I believe I was trying to cheer her up, and I tried to come up with some kind of plot line.

At the time, I was fairly fresh to the Ass Class fandom, and I was joking about how there were no teen pregnancy melodrama fanfictions. It wasn’t that I wanted one, I just thought it was strange for a school centric anime with a bunch of ships to NOT have one. And, back then, I only really cared about karmagisa. So I just decided ‘right it’s happening’. The reason I decided to make it ABO was due to ‘it making sense’. Fun fact: it was almost written as AFAB trans Nagisa, but I decided against it as I didn’t rate my ability to handle it well back then. Looking back on it, I’m glad I made that decision.

Over around two months, writing out the plot of this story took over my life a little bit. I had no idea where I was going with it, but I was having so much fun with the drama that I decided that Karma and Nagisa shouldn’t get together soon at all, and I had a lot of fun teasing my friend with the ‘will they won’t they’. It was only when I got bored that I invented this intense drama plotline to finish it all off.

That period of time was a lot of fun. And whilst that friendship didn’t end well, I still have a lot to thank her for. She chose Daichi’s name because I had no idea, and she wanted to annoy me because I didn’t like Haikyuu. When I couldn’t decide on his hair colour, the purple was her suggestion because ‘why logic?’ Daichi speaking Korean was because of how much she liked Kpop. She even helped me choose the title of the actual fic, so there’s a lot you can thank her for, honestly.

After I finished that story, though, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Whenever I daydreamed, I used to think about that damn Daichi Akabane, and how much I wanted to tell his story. I’d even come up with extra stuff to fill in a lot of the gaps, and developed his character in my mind. I decided that I was really desperate to write it down. Usually that worked when I had an idea I wanted to work through.

I wrote the first chapter in late 2017, and then the next two as well. I just, kept going, and realised that I could go further still. TINSITOGS was never something that was supposed to be shared, but I decided I may as well. After all, that fated ‘teen pregnancy drama’ fic still didn’t exist, and I thought it would be funny to make it happen.

Yes, as I’ve stated publicly a few times, TINSITOGS was a crack fic. If I wanted attention from it, it was infamy. We even joked about me cursing the fandom if it ever became the most popular fic (whoops?). What I wasn’t expecting was a bunch of people, in a fandom where at the time there were NO ongoing karmagisa fics and it was pretty dead, to really seem to enjoy it. It was enough to have me keep writing it, at least. I still don’t know at what point I actually started taking it seriously, but somehow I did, and the rest is history?

The reception

In my wildest dreams, I never thought that I would be the author of one of the most popular fics in the fandom. To this day, the amount of views TINSITOGS has is insanity to me. For the record, across all platforms it’s on today it has 238,000, which is literally a number I can’t even visualise anymore. Almost quarter of a MILLION. To this day on AO3, it’s the most viewed Ass Class fic that’s an ACTUAL ass class fic (the others are multi fandom compilations). So yeah, I achieved the original goal, I guess?

Now you might be wondering, “omg the karmagisa fandom is fujoshi trash”. And, considering the origins, it is kind of funny. The thing is, though, TINSITOGS was written at incredibly good time. It was written when there were, essentially, very few long form Karma/Nagisa stories. If any other fics did get posted on occasion, they were usually just oneshots. I was also, at that point, writing very fast. A symptom of ADHD is becoming obsessively productive over certain things. Since I was able to get a 3k chapter out every few days/once a week, TINSITOGS was consistently bumped to the top of AO3′s default view. And some of those first few chapters were altered canon, and transcribing the canon dialogue didn’t take very long. The more views it got, the more people would read it out of sheer curiosity.

I think it also helps that, at least after it started getting some positive feedback (which was honestly after the pre written chapters), I purposely tried to make it ‘not terrible’. I mean, I personally think the first chapter is pretty weak and if it wasn’t somewhat iconic to a lot of people I’d rewrite it. But in general, I purposely tried to make the world of ABO my own, to make it more accessible to those who don’t like that genre, and stay away from the inherently grosser stuff as much as possible. I genuinely do get comments about how I introduced people to the genre as a whole, still not sure if that’s a GOOD thing but hey, it happened.

TINSITOGS turned into a lot more than just a joke. It turned into my favourite hobby. It turned into a research project (honestly, you would not believe the amount of mummy vlogs and legit scientific articles about child development I consumed). It turned into something that, at least I believe, was widely loved.

Meaning

I think it might be wrong to say that I don’t have AN idea of when I started to take the fic super seriously. For me, it was around the time someone commented something along the lines of saying my writing meant a lot to them, that they’d spent all night reading it and had been unable to put it down.

Not to get too dark here, but I do have a past in writing a very long, somewhat popular fic (it’s still on my fanfic net profile if anyone’s interested, but I don’t recommend it). However, in the latter part of my teenage years, the depression struck. Writing was the love of my life, and I couldn’t bring myself to do it anymore. Maybe I’d be able to muster an idea or even a chapter at the best points of that, but I’d never completely finished any story. Starting to write again was a huge step in my recovery, and one of the reasons I convinced myself that life was worth it was being able to impact someone’s life somehow. Even to this day, I still remember the fics I read when I was, like, thirteen. How much I still remember them, and how much they meant to be at the time. I wanted to be that writer for someone else. To be honest, it was actually Yuri!!! On Ice that got me out of the super bad, but I still never wrote anything of real consequence. TINSITOGS was the first time in a long time I actually committed to something.

And, to be completely honest, there were a lot of times I was tired of it, and wanted to just quit. But, the thing was, I felt like people depended on me in a way. I got so many comments that were just FILLED with support, telling me how much they looked forward to every update. It wasn’t just empty words, either, a lot of the times these comments would be super engaged with the actual writing. I can’t even describe just how much they meant to me, how much I would look forward to reading everyone’s opinions. And then discord happened, which was a lot of fun.

TINSITOGS went a lot further than I ever thought it would. There were comments, discussions, fan art, fan FIC (which is honestly incredible to me). Someone even added it to TV Tropes, at one point. Not to mention the Cards Against Humanity deck and quiz It makes me so unbelievably happy that I could inspire that much creativity, but it’s a two way street. It was all of that which inspired me to write, too.

Writing

The only real goal I actually had was aiming for around 3000 words per chapter. I had a whole facebook log of plot points as planning, and I was mostly just trying to expand on them into prose. I honestly thought that, at its completion, the entire fic would be around 100k words, if that. Not, at one point, being literally the longest ass class fic on AO3.

There are a lot of aspects that were directly adapted from the original messages, and I tried to stay faithful to it more so at first, even if I later removed some of the pure crack. But the style was also vaguely similar, with the story being told mostly from Nagisa’s perspective with swaps to Karma when it made sense. All the main plot beats, too, are pretty much identical. The plus to this was I was able to add a lot of really fun foreshadowing, and I feel like it’s a fun reread because of it.

Honestly though, if there’s a demand to release those OG message logs, I will. Mostly because it’s kind of funny, and interesting to see. Isogai and Nagisa were engaged at one point, even.

Obviously, it changed somewhat. 3000 was the minimum length, and the time to completion was whenever it felt right. One of my big concerns was about pacing, so it took a lot more fleshing out and maybe ‘filler’ content for some of the main arcs to work.

There’s parts of TINSITOGS I don’t think aren’t written that well, and some that I’m still super proud of. I think you can definitely tell there’s a gradual shift in style, and I get a lot more comfortable with writing them as characters as it goes along. To be honest, my pride for the fic overall is what it represents.

It is funny to think about the places it got written in, though. I started it when I worked at McDonalds with no life direction, then it went through my first year of university with me. It’s been written in at least four countries. Aeroplanes, night clubs, long haul buses, a train through the Japanese southern coastline. Even the start of covid. TINSITOGS managed to see a lot. I even turned a scene in (the boat scene during the India chapter with altered names) to my university as a legitimate assignment.

There were also a few messages I wanted to achieve, once I realised I had the platform to put them across. One of them was, obviously, ‘use protection kids’. It was important to me that I didn’t glamorise it too much, and I think that came across. I also wanted to dispute some of the issues with ABO, and subvert the consent issues as much as I could. An arc I really ‘liked’ writing was how abuse doesn’t always look the same way, and that it can be a drawn out change in behaviour. How the most important part of ‘being a good parent’ isn’t perfection, but genuinely loving and doing the best you can for your kid. How love doesn’t solve everything, and effective communication can take a very long time to learn and build a functional relationship. I mean, there definitely was a lot I tried to put in, and you’re free to interpret it all how you want. But, I like to think some people learnt some of these things, at least.

Daichi

Honestly, Daichi developed almost of his own free will. I had a good idea of his appearance, and that he was smart. Writing him from birth until around nine years old (older if you read the sequel fic) pretty much allowed that fluidity. It was really fun to explore a nature vs nurture development, and let his own characteristics speak for themselves.

He’ll always have a special place in my heart.

This is the first image I ever made. When I was trying to figure out what Daichi looked like, I honestly just edited Karma’s hair (pretty well, actually? I’m impressed with my past skill). That’s where the ‘he looks just like Karma’ meme kind of came from.

This was the first image I actually created of Daichi. I THINK it was on rinmaru games mega anime creator or something, but it’s literally not available on the internet anymore as far as I can tell, so I can’t double check. This was in the pre-piccrew days. His eyes are closed because they didn’t have the right tone of goldish/silver.

His sister, Kaguya, didn’t even exist originally, even though I decided on that ending pretty early on. Actually, she was going to be called ‘Irina’ due to some hijinks. Initially, when Karma found out about Irina’s pregnancy, she was going to get super emotional and mad at him and basically force him to name his first born daughter after her. Karma agreed to shut her up, never intending to have another child, so when the surprise second child later came along they had to live with the pain. However, to be honest I just forgot to write in the actual scene that set it all up, and I decided against adding it anywhere else. The name Kaguya was a very last minute decision, and it was a chance for me to explore some ideas that didn’t fit with Daichi’s character.

Interestingly too, Daichi and Nao were never intended to be a thing. I only decided that towards the VERY end. Even though the reason I named Nao that was because of a ship I had in a J Drama (Good Morning Call). It just kind of ended up happening because I won myself over with imagining the cute.

The music

I used to write with a lot of background music, though not all the time. Particularly towards the start, there was a lot that didn’t really make sense thematically, yet I would write to a lot.

Here’s a link to the spotify playlist if you want it it’s basically all the ones I noted I’d listened to a lot. Not including the smut ones, though, I have a whole playlist for that.

Some of the notable ones:

Five String Serenade - the first scene I wrote of the entire fic, in Chapter 25 New Year Time where they fell asleep cuddling.

Cosmic Love - when I wrote Nagisa’s love confession scene in hospital (I also wrote this pretty early on)

Northern Downpour (though it was actually a cover by Emma Blackery) - The chapter after Daichi’s born (30)

When The Party’s Over - Confession Time Third Period, Chapter 69. I literally listened to this song on REPEAT when I planned and wrote the kind of ‘break up’ scene, and it’s one of the few parts that made me cry writing.

Turning Page - I know I said no smut, but this song actually gave me the idea to have the “I love you” in chapter 108 be less on a whim and actually more built up. In the original plan, Karma really did just say it without thinking. I’m glad I changed that.

Bury Me Low and Numb - pretty much all I listened to when writing the last few chapters, because Evil Nagisa core. So much so that Bury Me Low was in my top 2020 songs rewind.

As for the title, there’s actually quite a funny story. I had no idea what to call the fic, and when that happens I usually just try and find some song lyrics. I really wanted to use something from ‘October’ by the Broken Bells. Not only because it’s my favourite song (has been for years), but thematically it really worked. The issue was, it worked as the WHOLE song, there were no individual lyrics that captured everything. And, if they did, they didn’t flow very well. And naming the fic ‘October’ would have been weird for a lot of reasons. There Is No Sweeter Innocence That Our Gentle Sin really was just plucked randomly, in a desperate search to find any snappy lyrics from any song that had some kind of meaning. After a bit of discussion, we settled that it kind of worked... if Daichi is innocent and they committed a sin or something. It also wasn’t the most obvious lyric from the song (Take Me To Church if anyone doesn’t know) so I just went with it. It works out, I think, because TINSITOGS turned out to be a pretty good acronym and pronounceable word in its own right.

The merch redbubble drama

It’s a well known fact that I’m not very good at art. However, I decided to try pixel art because it seemed the easiest to not mess up. I made Karma and Nagisa, before deciding to also give Daichi a try.

This, to this day, is the only good quality art of Daichi that I actually own. The only one I’m actually happy sharing and thinking it doesn’t look terrible. As much as I love people sending me fanart, it’s not ‘my property’, right.

So, I was kind of joking about TINSITOGS having merchandise. At first I just made two funny quote things, and uploaded it to redbubble. I was never intending to actually make money from this, and I’d agreed to myself that if I did, I would just donate it to charity. I was joking with the quotes, but since I had this artwork I figured I may as well uploaded. Separately, there was also an image that had pixel Daichi next to pixel Nagisa and Karma (which I also created).

Aside from showing up in a few people’s adverts across the internet, there was no real harm with this. In fact, I didn’t make money anyway. It was just... more the joke of it existing. I did, however, buy myself a Daichi phone case, which is one of my favourite possessions.

The funny ‘drama’ comes in when they got taken down due to copywrite. Sure, the one with Nagisa and Karma, I understand. But the other three literally had no mention or anything to do with Assassination Classroom, aside from being from a fanfiction. So basically, someone who owns those rights claimed my OC as theirs. Which makes Daichi canon? Whatever the case, I found this hilarious don’t worry.

How has TINSITOGS changed my life?

This is quite a strange thing to think about. Because, in a lot of ways, it really hasn’t. As I’m sure a lot of people know, I don’t really consider myself to have any real ‘fame’, despite the impressive numbers. Whenever I tell people in my personal life, they seem to think I’m some sort of internet celebrity, but that’s never been the case for me. I mean, it’s hardly a cultural phenomenon.

In a lot of ways, I’d much rather befriend someone than have them admire me. Possibly because being someone’s inspiration is kind of weird... I’m just an awkward duck who likes to write after all. I don’t mind it, though. I genuinely find it an honour, even if I don’t necessarily agree. I also want to take this time to say that if anyone ever wants to talk or message me, you’re more than free to do so. I’m usually super casual with people who do that, I promise.

TINSITOGS was the first story I ever finished in the way I truly wanted to. Start to end, a full narrative. And it took a LOT. There were so many times I almost felt like quitting, or took super long breaks. For me, ADHD queen, actually finishing something was a huge deal. And I know I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t owe it to everyone who read it, and myself, to see it through. You know like, if I were to die tomorrow, at least I’ve left something behind.

In a lot of ways, it’s changed me for the better. It’s helped me develop my writing styles, and way of thinking. It encouraged me to become more active in the fandom, and develop some important friendships. I always feel like my Tumblr and Fanfiction ‘known’ factor is separate. I think most of my Tumblr following is more to do with my theories/Japanese context research if anything, for example, but I know I wouldn’t be so interested in that if TINSITOGS hadn’t lead me to deeply examine character and really look into analysing source material for clues. I also think there’s just... a lot of myself in it.

I was 17 years old, when I first came up with the idea. I finished the story when I was 20. Now, at the time of writing, I’m 21. That time has seen some pretty significant changes - just in general life facts and my own personal human development. For me at least, a lot of that was pretty turbulent, and TINSITOGS stands as a time capsule for that, in a way.

I know I gained a lot of confidence, and it affirmed to me that writing is what I love. Telling stories and sharing them is what I love.

Conclusion

Do I think TINSITOGS is an outstanding piece of writing, or the best fic ever? No. I really don’t. It’s strange to say because I definitely spent a lot of time on it, but it’s not like I put my full unbridled efforts into the story. I don’t fully plan, use a beta, or even read through on my own. And that’s okay - that’s not what I write fanfiction for. Fanfiction is my place to have fun with characters and stories I like, without the pressures of having to stand on my own complete originality. Yes, I’m fully confident that I can write at a “higher quality”, if I really wanted to. I’m also aware that some authors put their full effort into their fics, and that’s just as valid!

It feels odd to say this about my own writing, but I honestly think there’s just something in this story. It might not be written in the best prose ever, and the premise might be kind of dumb for a lot of people. But, I think, there’s some part of this fic that managed to grab people. Somehow, at some point, many readers get captured into the emotions and so drawn in that ‘they just have to finish it now!’ Again, I’m not sure myself how I actually achieved that. Of course, that won’t apply to everyone, but I do feel there’s some truth in it. And it makes me happy, to have caused that.

If TINSITOGS is your favourite fic, or if you genuinely think it’s the best story you’ve read, then thank you. I really appreciate your support, and I’m happy to have been a part of your life, I guess. I know how much fanfics can mean to a person, and that’s why I’m not going to take it down, or edit it at all. And it’s fine too, if you loved the fic for a while and moved on -i t happens. Whatever the case, I’m very honoured to have been able to occupy a moment of your life. Or if you find this fic in 10 years time, even, I still wholly appreciate you.

This story was incredibly important to me, and thank you for reading if it was ever important to you too.

You may ask, what now? Well, this is only intended to be a detailed look back for whoever’s interested, and it’s likely the only one I’ll actually do, a year after completion. Of course, if you ever want to ask me anything or just discuss the story, you’re honestly good to contact me in whatever way I have available.

I’m still writing my ongoing stories, of course, despite taking a small break due to the university work load. I fully intend to complete the stories I’ve already started to tell, at least. After that... I’m not sure if I’ll still write fanfiction. Don’t panic, this isn’t a ‘I’m quitting writing’ thing. I may, however, have bled the Karmagisa genre a bit too dry at that point. Who knows? I am pretty interested in writing something original for once, so maybe that’ll work out.

For now, at least, thank you to anyone who read this fic. To anyone who commented, liked, or interacted with me over it. To anyone who created or learnt from it. I’m really glad that I got to share this story with you all, and ultimately left some kind of mark, no matter how big or small.

Happy birthday, TINSITOGS. I had a lot of fun writing you.

#ass class #assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #tinsitogs #karmagisa

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moodyvalentinestories · 5 years ago

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Desire and Decorum | Rachel Fields x Thomas Hunt

“You were all decorum then and no desire.” -- “Believe me, the desire was there.”

Summary: Thomas and Rachel find themselves at Sundance Film Festival yet again, one year after their first one together. This time, though, things are different and Hunt actually takes her to see a movie.

Pairing: Thomas Hunt x Rachel Fields

Word Count: ~1,400 words

Notes: This has been forming in my head since I wrote the Sundance chapters in Wherefore Art Thou My Professor and I’m so glad I finally got around to writing it! Also, this went in so many different directions and I don't even know how that happened. Whoops. (Note that this isn’t a Desire & Decorum fic.)

❥ Moodyvalentine’s Masterlist

❥ More Rachel x Hunt: Wherefore Art Thou My Professor

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"I can't believe you actually want to see a movie with me," Rachel said as they walked into the theatre together. He'd taken her on many dates these last couple of months, but never a movie date.

Thomas raised an eyebrow. "We're at Sundance Film Festival. What else would we be doing?"

"You know that's not what I mean," she said, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. She loved the man, she did, but he could be so incredibly infuriating. "Besides, when I went to see the first part of Desire and Decorum last year, you refused to join me."

"Our situation was different last year."

As soon as they stepped into the dark theatre, he reached for her hand. He knew, even though they were hundreds of miles away from campus, displays of affections such as this were risky, but they were in the dark and he doubted anyone would take notice. Most reporters were stationed outside as they weren't allowed to take pictures in here, anyway, and he knew for a fact that Priya and the other students that had come along were currently at the other side of the city.

"Right," she said as she looked around the theatre to find the perfect seats. Half of them were already occupied, but she noticed a few in the back that were just screaming their names. "You were all decorum then and no desire."

"Believe me, the desire was there," he said, thinking back to that week that seemed much farther away than just a year, then noticed where Rachel was leading him and furrowed his brows in confusion. "Since when do you like to sit in the back? I've only ever seen you do that in lectures after you haven't slept all night."

"You would know. You tend to be the reason I don't get much sleep these days," she teased, a wicked grin on her face.

Images of her naked body atop his flashed through his mind despite his attempts to suppress them. "Rachel," he warned. "Don't."

"Don't what?" she chuckled and tugged at his hand. "Come on now."

Without any further objections, he followed her to two vacant seats in the last row. As they passed a couple that were furiously making out, he realised her intentions and groaned quietly. "I am not a teenage boy on his first date, and I refuse to be treated as such."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she said innocently as she plopped down into the cushiony seat. He may have been reluctant now, and he would probably do his best to focus on the film, but she knew she'd find a way to get his attention. She always did.

With a sigh that made him seem far more annoyed than he really was, he sat down next to her. Even if he had wanted to move further to the front, he wouldn't be able to. The theatre had filled up by now and finding two seats next to each other would be nearly impossible. "You're incorrigible."

"I am," she said and put her hand on the armrest, waiting for him to put his on top of hers, which he quickly did. "But you love it."

That, he did. He loved every single thing about her even if she frustrated him to no end at times. His lips formed a soft smile but he didn't say anything.

He didn't have to. From the corner of her eyes, she saw his reaction and that was all she needed.

The opening credits started playing, and everyone in the theatre stopped their conversations for a moment. Not for long, though, as soon enough, all those so-called critics started discussing what they thought of the actors' performances, the directing choices and whatever else there was to talk about. Rachel watched Hunt's expression as his eyes were trained on the screen. She wondered what he thought about the movie. The Desire and Decorum books had been some of her favourites, and she had quite enjoyed the first movie that she'd seen last year. She assumed Thomas would have a different opinion, though.

"If you want to hear my thoughts, simply ask," he said, startling her. She hadn't expected him to notice her staring.

She composed herself rather quickly. "I figured you wouldn't be able to hold back your comments. Guess I was wrong."

"It's not as atrocious as I imagined it would be," he said and turned his head slightly to look at her. "There may be hope for your tastes yet."

She raised a mocking eyebrow. "I think my tastes are rather questionable. Why else would I like you?"

"Like me?" he asked with a smug smile. "I believe last night you said you loved me."

"Fair enough," she said and bit her lip, drawing his attention to it. "Still not sure why, though."

He was unable to avert his eyes as she kept chewing on her bottom lip, and leant towards her, planting a quick kiss on her lips. When he tried to withdraw, she'd already moved a hand into his hair and pulled him towards her again.

"You are aware that this is not a date, right?" he whispered against her lips before kissing her again.

She let him pull back after this one and looked at him for a prolonged amount of time. Before he could ask what she was doing, she hummed and nodded. "Yeah, no. This is totally a date."

He shook his head at her. "This is a school trip. You're here to learn."

"And what exactly is it that I learnt last night, Professor?" she purred. She'd figured out some time ago that it drove him crazy when she called him that.

It had the intended effect now. Thomas could hardly hold back the growl that had formed deep within his throat.

"Rachel," he warned, knowing full well using this tone with her would hardly make her back off. If anything, it would encourage her.

And it did. She grinned at him and crossed her legs, making sure her dress rode up a little, exposing some more skin. "What, Professor?"

"I'm serious," he groaned. She was going to be the death of him.

With a roll of her eyes, she turned her head back to the screen. "Fine. Have it your way then."

"My way is usually the right away," he said, unsure whether he should be glad she'd listened to him or annoyed by her impudent response. Of course, that was what she'd wanted.

For the next couple of minutes, she ignored him. Or she pretended to. Her eyes darted to him every few seconds, trying to figure out the best time to start a conversation again. She didn't not want to talk to him. She wasn't even really mad, she just wanted to make him think she was for a little while. Of course, she failed miserably at that.

"I know you're looking at me, you do realise that, don't you?" he said, his eyes stilled fixated on the screen even though he wasn't really watching.

Rachel huffed. "So? You have a pretty face. I like to look at pretty things."

"Is this a new attempt at flirting?" he asked amusedly.

She moved her head in a half-nod, half-shake. "No. I don't know. Maybe."

"You're adorable when you're pouting."

She was not adorable! She was fierce and badass and totally cool... fine. Maybe she was a little adorable sometimes. "Whatever."

He chuckled. "That wasn't an insult."

"I know that," she said, trying to hide her smile. "Your insults are much more... brutal."

He looked over at her. "I'm not that bad, am I?"

"No," she said and let herself smile as she turned her head towards him. "Not to me, at least."

"Good. I would hate to have you think I'm not treating you well," he said. It was only half a joke. He was always worried he wasn't giving her everything she needed. How could he, when they couldn't even go on regular dates?

She smiled softly and lifted her hand to stroke his cheek. "You're treating me just right, Thomas."

He closed his eyes and leant into her touch. Then, he felt her lips brush against his delicately. But as he moved towards her to kiss her, he felt her pull back. His eyes shot open and he saw a smirk plastered on her face.

"Mhm. Yeah, you're right. This is definitely not a date."

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Tags: @lilyofchoices @trappedinfandoms @flyawayboo @alleksa16 @silversparrow02 @hopelessromantic1352

#wherefore art thou my professor #professor hunt #wherefore art thou my student #rachel #hwu #hwu hunt

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professional-benaddict · 6 years ago

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Winterspider feat biodad!Tony ABO Military AU

Beta read by @starkerforlife6969 thank you darling xx

Bratty. No: bratty and slutty. That is how Bucky would describe the omega by his side, but he would never utter that aloud. The omega, Peter Stark, had perfected the art of getting his will, knowing just how to bat his long lashes, make his voice more high-pitched in a whine and pout his plump lips in a frown. Bucky, being a beta himself, took pride in the control he had over his urges, which is more than most Alphas, but on the other hand, their ruthless nature makes them far better soldiers than Bucky could ever be. However, when Peter had promised that he could 'fuck him good and deep till he sobbed’, Bucky felt all his defences drop to the dusty ground and nodded eagerly. After all, the boy said his father had requested him specifically, so how could he not escort him there?

As they walked through the military camp and numerous passing soldiers gave the boy by his side a double-take, Bucky began to question his decision. Although, there were many possible reasons as to why they were being stared down so hard. Either, because Peter was very obviously a civilian with his clean and milky skin, clothing that was not camouflage and laid back shoulders in the desert war-zone. Another explanation to the curious gazes was the fact that he was an omega. There was no law that banned omegas from joining the army, but everyone knew about the discrimination in the recruiting process, although it was not spoken about. Some said it was because of the delicate and slender body-types of omegas that made them unfit for such a physically demanding job, while others said it was because Alphas and betas would not be able to control themselves with too many omegas around. When the tenth soldier shot them a look, Bucky couldn’t help himself as he grew a little anxious and asked the boy:

”Are you sure your father requested you to come? This is an active military zone, kid.” The beta 1st Lieutenant tried to argue, but Peter just shot him a disappointed look.

”Are you going to disobey the Major General, 1st Lieutenant?” The omega asked teasingly, causing the beta to gulp in fear at the mentioned ranking.

Barnes was just one out 15,000 men in the camp and together they made up the 16th division of the US Army, serving under Major General Anthony Stark, a powerful Alpha who survived torture and was still serving his country with a burning passion. Some would say with even more passion than before he was captured by the enemy. And Bucky was escorting his omega son to him. No big deal. Bucky had only caught a glimpse of the Major General during a parade a few days ago, but he knew about the man, the legend that he was from what he had heard from his fellow soldiers.

The camp buzzed with the sound of heavy footsteps from marching soldiers, screams of agony from the medical tent and the roars and whirls from the warfare vehicles of all sizes and shapes. Bucky could have fulfilled his self-appointed task, if only they had taken another route through the camp, because when they approached the medical tents, they bumped into a doctor as he existed the tent. The doctor was a stern looking Alpha and his eyes hardened when he saw Bucky escorting the civilian. Luckily, Bucky had not had much contact with the medical corps in their division, unlike some other unlucky soldiers, but he saw by the silver eagle on the doctor’s shoulder that he was a Colonel and fell into position.

“Colonel, I-“

“Shut it!” The Alpha doctor barked and the beta fell silent, very much expecting a scolding from his superior officer like he was a badly behaved child, but instead the Alpha turned to the omega to give him the scolding.

“What on Earth are you doing here, Peter?! Do you realise the danger you are in?! Does your aunt know you’re here? What about your mother?”

Wait- do they know each other? The boy had said that the Major General was his father, not Colonel Strange M.D., which Bucky read from the name tag on the doctor’s camouflage scrubs.

“I’m on a school trip.” The young omega answered with a bite in his tone. “I demand to see my father, Stephen. Now.”

He what now? The arrogance of this omega was unheard of and Bucky struggled with keeping his eyes up and not looking at the boy by his side in awe. The doctor growled in the back of his throat before speaking again.

“A school trip…” He chuckled dangerously, placing his hands on his hips. “Well, I don’t want to know how you got here, hardly matters anyway. Neither do your demands for that matter because this is war, Petey, and you are going straight back home, with a quick stop to the closest US embassy.” The Alpha doctor made a move to grab the omega by his arm, but the boy stepped back.

“I came for a reason, Stephen, for God’s sake! I need to see my father, now! And I won’t leave until I do!”

“Well, I have a very hard time understanding why.” The Alpha argued back. “You should be with your mother, Peter, for Christ sake. How could you leave her in such a state?”

“That’s why I’m here! She’s dying in two weeks!” Peter said finally, bringing a sudden end to their argument as Strange took a step back, his face a little softer now. The omega bowed his head down and kicked the ground with his boot. Turning to Bucky, the Colonel spoke sharply.

“Lieutenant, what is your name?”

Snapping his eyes up, Bucky straightened his back even more, maybe even puffed his chest out a little to try and size up to the bigger Alpha.

“James Barnes, Sir.”

“On whose orders are you escorting this civilian?”

Well, fuck. Technically, it was his own, which meant he was out of order and disobeyed his superior officers. What was he thinking? God, the way the omega had batted his lashes, though, the warm orange light of the setting sun in his chocolate brown eyes, his voice like golden honey in his ear as he made the offer in exchange for taking him to his father.

“His…?” The beta tried, gesturing to the omega by his side with his eyes. Before the Alpha could start shouting, Bucky added. “He said his father had requested him, Sir.”

Of course it was a lie, and Bucky should have known right away. He deserved the oncoming friendly fire for being played by a kid, honestly. Defying all of Bucky’s expectations, and perhaps even some of Peter’s, the Colonel sighed in defeat.

“All right. I’ll take you to your father.”

Peter seemed to perk up at that and skipped over to the Colonel to stand by his side, looking at him all doe eyed and adorable. Much to his confusion, Bucky felt a knot of jealously in his stomach at seeing the omega by the powerful Alpha. He had met the omega just a while ago, they were practically strangers, but still the beta felt suddenly very possessive of the boy. Even if he had made the promise of sex only to get to his father, Bucky still held onto that inside of him as he watched the Colonel walk away from him with the boy. After a few steps, the Alpha spoke over his shoulder.

“You’re coming too, Barnes.”

Following obediently, Bucky felt lightheaded with all the scary scenarios of meeting the Major General. Meeting such a high ranking officer was rarely a good thing and Bucky prepared himself mentally for the biggest ass-whooping in the history of the US Army.

As they walked, Bucky could hear how the conversation between the Alpha and the omega was a little more lighthearted and friendly now. The Colonel asked about an MJ, to which Peter blushed a little and changed the topic to his latest classes.

Soon, they arrived at the more exclusive tents of the senior officers, but no one seemed to bat an eye at Peter now that he was escorted by an Alpha Colonel and they were let into a large tent with a little red flag with two stars in the middle: the Major General’s flag.

There were only three people inside the tent, stood by a table with two computers and tons of maps and other documents. Some files had a large red stamp on the cover which read ‘top secret’. Bucky averted his eyes right away and moved to salute, as did Strange, but Peter darted over to one of the three people in the tent. The man in question looked up just in time, before the young omega crashed into his chest and wrapped his arms around him tightly, letting out a little tearless sob.

“Dad!”

“P-Peter…?” The Major General said quietly, literally having the breath knocked out of him by the sight of his son. One could only guess how long it had been since they had last seen each other. Bucky would guess nearly a year by how the Alpha wrapped his arms even tighter around his boy, burying his nose in those brown curls. The Lieutenant saw the resemblance easily, even though they were Alpha and omega. It was like Peter was a softer and more delicate version of his father, but still with the same brown eyes and hair.

Bucky couldn’t help but feel his heart grow warm at the sight of the father and son embracing one another tightly. However, the sweet moment was cut short when the Major General grasped his son's shoulders to push him back to get a proper look at him.

“You’re taller…” The Alpha deadpanned, looking Peter up and down.

“No, Dad, I’m shorter.” The boy laughed a little. Then the absurdness of meeting his son seemed to hit and the Major General’s expression hardened before he shouted, causing Bucky to jump just a bit.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!”

Moodboard here

#my fics #winterspider #irondad #spiderson #james bucky barnes x peter parker #james bucky barnes #peter parker #tony stark #stephen strange

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illfoandillfie · 5 years ago

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28 Questions Tag

tagged by @uglypastels, @sweetlysilent, @hardzzello, @h-osterfield, @calum-hoodwinked-me and @andwhatdostarsdobest thank you all so much and I always seem to like these for later and never do them so here it is, about a few months late, whoops

1. How tall are you?

5′4″ or somewhere round there anyway idk

2. What color and style is your hair?

atm it’s my natural colour which is brown and it comes down to like a little above my belly button which is fucking insane now i realise just how long it is lmao its defs the longest i’ve ever had it....i really should go get it cut, mmaybe then i’d get back into dying it more regularly too lmao

3. What color are your eyes?

blue maybe a bit of a greeny blue

4. Do you wear glasses?

Nope

5. Do you wear braces?

Nope! One time I went to the dentist and he told me I had the straightest teeth he’d ever seen for someone who’d never had braces. shame i’ve had so many cavities and stuff lmao

6. What is your fashion style?

on weekends its a lot of jeans and t-shirts (esp. band or fandom related shirts), at work or when i get to dress up a bit its lots of dresses and skirts, especially ones that are like vintage inspired. I’m a sucker for a 50s style circle skirt or a 40s style dress. Lately i’ve been a little more into the 60ws/70s inspired stuff - lots of jumpsuits and mini skirts. Also in winter i love a good short skirt with stockings and boots and a long jacket over the top.

7. Full name?

First name is Brigid middle name Taylor you don’t get my last name

8. When were you born?

9 April 1993 (Good Friday!)

9. Where are you from and where do you live now?

Born in Brisbane Australia and still live there

10. What school do you go to?

I’m well out of school. I finished high school in 2010.

11. What kind of student are you?

I was a lazy student, never did as well as I could have.

12. Do you like school?

It was okay.

13. What are your favorite school subjects?

History (I did Ancient) and English. Art was okay too.

14. Favorite tv shows?

Brooklyn 99 / 30 Rock / Parks and Rec / Community - I’ve a slut for a good workplace comedy thing.

ummm Mindhunter is really good, so is Derry Girls. I really enjoyed Band of Brothers and The Pacific and I’m thinking about rewatching them maybe. Game of Thrones was good if you ignore the last 2/3 seasons lmao. Big slut for The Bachelor/The Bachelorette. Horrible Histories (the first 5 seasons with the original cast). Got a soft spot for Neighbours although we stopped watching for a while recently cause we hated a couple of the storylines. I feel like there should be more cause I watch a lot of TV but nothing else is jumping out at me.

15. Favorite Movies?

Whats Your Number?, The Proposal, Strictly Ballroom, BoRhap obv., Twilight, The Wedding Singer, Hot Rod, Thor Ragnarok, Captain America: The Winter Soldier,

16. Favorite books?

The Rivers of London series by Ben Aaronovitch, Frankenstein by Mary Shelly, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon, Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell, ASOIAF by George RR MArtin, Harry Potter of course.

17. Favorite pastime?

atm Writing.

18. Do you have any regrets?

yeah a fair few

19. Dream job?

Don’t have one

20. Would you like to get married someday?

Nope! Never have, never will.

21. Would you like to have kids someday?

On the fence.

22. How many?

If I was going to I probably wouldnt want more than 2...maybe 3?? but its a big if.

23. Do you like shopping?

yeeeeesss. I shop too much!

24. What countries have you visited?

Italy and Greece.

25. What’s the scariest nightmare you’ve ever had?

I don’t tend to remember my dreams but last year I had a really fucking awful nightmare that kept me awake for the next 2 nights.

26. Do you have any enemies?

I don’t think so?

27. Do you have an s/o?

Nope!

28. Do you believe in miracles?

Not really, I don’t think?

tagging: @laedymoon @brian-maybe-not @veriloquently (dont feel obligated tho) and anyone else who wants to do it!

#about me

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Tell us about the AUs. all of them.

Friend, that is a lot of AUs.

But okay!!

I won’t go immensely in-depth because a) that’d take forever and b) I want to do separate posts and drawings and stuff for a bunch of these

Okay, so, going in the order that I mentioned them in the tags:

(whoops this is going under a cut because It Got Long)

The Pokemon AU

More of a fusion than strictly an AU, I guess, because it’s pretty much “canon, but there are pokemon”.

I’ve determined full teams for the whole ‘crew, along with the genders, levels, abilities, natures, and movesets of all of their pokemon. I got… really into it. I went way too detailed with their teams. I even know what kind of pokeball each of their pokemon are in. I’m in the process of nicknaming them. I’ve also got scatterings of backstory for how they came to have each of the pokemon in their teams!

For now, I’ll tell you what their teams are, along with the nicknames and such of their pokemon. More in-depth stuff (such as aforementioned abilities and movesets and also the backstories) should probably be saved for a different post.

Diath:

“Cath” - Klefki - ♂

Ninjask - ♀

Scyther - ♀

Liepard - ♂

“Dawnguide” - Absol - ♀

“Gutter” - Aegislash - ♂

The pattern I went with for nicknaming Diath’s pokemon is based off of the one thing we’ve seen him name in canon - Moonsplinter. So the nicknames for his pokemon, when I eventually come up with them, will be two nouns put together into a name that connects what was named to someone or something important to him. Cath and Gutter are exceptions to the pattern because they were gift pokemon and came with the names (…sort of, in Cath’s case).

Evelyn:

“Morning Glory” - Rapidash - ♀

“Periwinkle” - Lycanroc (Midnight Forme) - ♀

“Thistleberry” - Eevee - ♂

“Sunflower” - Larvesta - ♀

“Jonquil” - Solrock - N/A

“Juniper” - Pichu - ♀

The pattern I went with for nicknaming Evelyn’s pokemon started with Morning Glory and Juniper - I figured that since Evelyn showed a predilection towards plant names in canon, it was as good a theme as any to run with. Thistleberry is the closest to breaking that pattern, since I’ve been unable to find out if that’s actually a real plant (I’ve found thimbleberries but not thistleberries, so I feel like they might be a fantasy thing) in which case you could argue that he was named for Evelyn’s favourite pie. The reasoning for Sunflower should be obvious, a jonquil is a kind of flower similar to a daffodil which sort of resembles a sun in shape, and periwinkles mean “early friendship” in flower language, and Evie sure does make friends fast.

Jonquil may or may not mean “I desire a return of affection” in flower language but sshhhh, that was unintentional

Strix:

“Fuzzywuzz” - Venomoth - ♂

“Waffles” - Ursaring - ♀

Mismagius - ♀

“Stinky Junior” - Garbodor - ♀

“Clothy McClothface” - Banette - ♀

“Stinky” - Alolan Rattata - ♂

I don’t think I really need to explain the pattern/theme for naming Strix’s pokemon because, well, *gestures at canon* I just tried to follow the existing naming patterns.

Paultin:

“Palpatine” - Malamar - ♂

Exploud- ♂

“Charlotte” - Chatot - ♀

Gengar - ♂

“Peter” - Baltoy - ♂

Alolan Marowak- ♀

I don’t strictly have a naming pattern for Paultin, wildcard that he is. I’ve just been operating on a general rule of “regular real life name that sounds fitting” (a la him naming Simon) or “reference”.

The Superhero AU

You are getting far less information about this one because it’s going to be getting posts of its own when I finally get the drawings for it finished - I’m going to do character profiles and everything.

The basic premise is a vaguely-modern-era-ish Waterdeep (in a vaguely-modern-era-ish Faerun) has a lot of superheroes running around and the Wafflecrew happens to be one of the teams that call the city home. Diath, Strix, Evelyn and Paultin are all doing the secret identity thing and there will be shenanigans involving those because, well, here’s the thing:

The Wafflecrew is a superhero team who’s members keep their identities secret even from each other, mostly because they haven’t been together as a team for very long yet.

Diath, Strix, Evelyn, and Paultin, however, are a group of friends who happen to share a flat. Who are all trying very hard not to let on to their friends that they’re a superhero.

So. Shenanigans.

(Well, except for Diath and Strix. They know about each other’s secret identities)

I won’t tell you everyone’s codenames, though, because ~character profiles~ :3c

The Daemon AU

This one is more loosely defined than the others, to be honest. I will say, straight up, that I have never read His Dark Materials and don’t have any particular intent to, because I’ve read enough excerpts to know I could never get through it. But the concept of daemons is really cool and fun and I’ve read a ton of daemon aus and I feel no shame in yoinking the concept for an au despite never having read the source material.

Evelyn’s daemon is a Norwegian Forest Cat named Carwyn, Paultin’s is a lyrebird named Leto, Strix’s is a Barred Owl named Cináed, and Diath’s… well, if you were to ask him, he’d tell you that his daemon is a very shy house spider named Perdita. The thing is, nobody’s ever actually seen her…

Diath may or may not be in a Special Situation in this AU thanks to the whole ancient-soul-that-Shemeshka-has-part-of circumstance

The Class Swap AU

This one!! Is one that I love!! a lot!! And also one that I fully intend to give its own post with art.

It started with me realising that Mason Marthain existing presented the perfect Backstory Butterfly to play with things a little and justify Evelyn being a rogue in a class swap AU. From there, I just kept playing with their backstories to see what there was that could be tugged on to shift them to one of each other’s classes. Ultimately, my class swap AU stands as such:

Evelyn Marthain, a swashbuckler rogue. Inspired by a slightly different family member, in this universe, Evelyn decided at a young age that rather than follow in her father’s footsteps, she wanted to follow in her uncle’s. Thus, rather than training at the Spires and taking on the mantle of a paladin, she apprenticed on her Uncle’s ship throughout her childhood, and eventually became a rogue.

Diath Woodrow, an oath of devotion paladin. A childhood on the streets went just a little bit differently for Diath, this time around. After a paladin caught him preventing another street kid from pickpocketing, he got taken in by the Church of Selune and found a calling that appealed to his sense of duty and his desire for adventure at the same time. (How does the oath of devotion’s call to obey just authority mix with being chaotic good, you might ask? Well, how does one define “just” authority? In Class Swap!Diath’s case, as soon as someone abuses their power, their authority is no longer just)

Paultin Seppa, a wild magic sorceror. Paultin honestly doesn’t know where his powers came from. They’ve been at the tips of his fingers for as long as he can remember. It probably has something to do with the big swath of his childhood that he can’t remember but he’s not particularly bothered with trying to figure it out. (The thing is, a panicking, traumatised child, very much going into shock, tearing through the mists of Barovia and out of Ravenloft, all on his own and without parental supervision for the very first time, has so much potential to go wrong. He stumbled through a few less than hospitable places before he ended up on the Prime Material)

Strix, a college of glamour bard. Her years in the Feywild were harsh and this time it wasn’t Baba Yaga whose care she stumbled into. She learned a lot, living amongst the fey, and not least amongst that was how a silver tongue, with words carefully chosen and used, is a magic all of its own and also a very dangerous weapon.

I can’t say anything about the two AUs I’m currently writing fics for because spoilers~ so just know that They Exist

The Star Wars AU is extremely conceptual. It features aspiring Jedi Knight Evelyn Marthain, an Alderaanian human raised in the Coruscant Jedi Temple, travelling musician Paultin Seppa, a human of mysterious origin who has an even more mysterious knowledge of the Force, given that he seemingly has no connection to any known Force sects, galactic treasure hunter/archaeologist Diath Woodrow, a human from Coronet City on Corellia, whose heritage may-or-may-not have originated on a certain planet starting with ‘M’, and Strix, a force-sensitive woman of indeterminate species (at first glance, you might think zabrak, but zabraks don’t have tails. They also usually don’t have hair but it’s not like hybrids are completely an unknown possibility… the thing is, if she’s a hybrid, there’s no way she’s a hybrid of just two)

The RWBY AU is Exactly What It Says On The Tin. It’s just an AU where the Wafflecrew are in Remnant. They comprise Team DEPS (”Deeps”) and all I’ve really figured out is their weapons and semblances and tbh, as an AU, it’s probably not going much further than that.

I had a Lot of fun with their semblances, though.

#dice camera action #dca #dca au #YEAH THIS IS ME /NOT/ GOING IN-DEPTH #I AM INCAPABLE OF BREVITY IT SEEMS #feel free to ask more about the AUs that I haven't labeled as getting their own posts!#I love talking about my AUs!!#anon #ask #THANK YOU FOR ASKING ABOUT MY AUS

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bokura-no-ua · 7 years ago

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Inktober - Day 16: Fat

Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Amajiki Tamaki, Fat Gum (Toyomitsu Taishirou), Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Class 1-A, Class 1-B, Eraserhead (Aizawa Shouta), Blood King (Kan Sekijirou) Other tags: Many manga spoilers

Art by Kumi. Words by Red. Read it on AO3! Please, do not repost anywhere.

Manic Monday

Eijirou would like to say that his birthday had been uneventful but that would be a big lie.

It had started as any other Monday; the classes were getting tougher every week, the teachers never allowed them any reprieve from the essays and homework and, to top it all off, they had had quirk strengthening training.

His mum had at least called him on his way back to the dorms and said she would try and get permission to visit him during the weekend, maybe they could even go out for dinner.

His mood had improved tenfold at that, until he saw he had a missed call from Fat Gum. He called him back several times but he kept getting his voicemail.

Eijirou called Tamaki-senpai instead, and he did answer, telling him where they were supposed to meet Fat Gum as soon as possible to assist him on a mission.

He turned and rushed back to the school to get his hero costume. He had foolishly left it in the locker room after training.

Eijirou cursed out loud, ignoring the confused shouts from his friends as he rounded back. He yelled back that everything was fine. He wasn’t sure if they had got his message but he didn’t have any time to stop and chat right now.

He got into his costume, rushing through the motions and sprinted back out, almost crashing into Aizawa-sensei when he made his way to the teachers’ lounge to let him know he had just been called on a mission.

Aizawa-sensei sent him away without asking too many questions, saying he had already talked to Fat Gum.

So, Eijirou ran towards the school gates to meet up with Tamaki-senpai. By the time he reached him, Eijirou was sweating, barely able to get enough oxygen into his lungs.

“Let’s go,” was all the greeting he got before a car stopped right in front of them. Eijirou raised an eyebrow but followed his senpai anyway. “Fat Gum arranged this,” Tamaki-senpai mumbled, his face turned away to look at the buildings as they sped away.

Eijirou nodded, nervous energy buzzing under his skin. A mission! On his birthday! He couldn’t have asked for a better way to celebrate, really. He was so excited he didn’t even realise they were heading for the centre of town until Tamaki-senpai told him they were nearing their destination.

“I’m ready!” he yelled, knocking his hardened knuckles together.

When they finally reached the place and got out of the car, they saw Fat Gum handing the bad guys to the police. They were late.

“Fat Gum!” Eijirou raised a hand above his head in greeting, but his smile wasn’t as bright as it had been in the car there.

“Hey, guys!” Fat Gum said, patting them both on the back and almost throwing them off balance. “Sorry I made you come all dis way for nothin’! Especially you, Red Riot, since it’s your birthday and all. I thought I wouldn’t be able to handle it but then the police officers arrived an’ well, here we are!”

“Nah, it’s fine! I’m kind of sad we were late, though.”

“We’re sorry we couldn’t make it on time,” Tamaki-senpai added with a small bow of his head, and Eijirou copied him immediately.

He should’ve been more careful with his costume. He could’ve saved a lot of time if he had had it with him. What if Fat Gum hadn’t been able to handle the situation? What if the police hadn’t arrived when they did?

“Raise your heads, heroes,” Fat Gum said, and they did as they were told. “Say, why don’t we have some takoyaki to celebrate Red Riot’s birthday after my shift ends in an hour? It’s on me, of course. We can patrol together until then.”

And so they did. Absolutely nothing happened, but Eijirou was happy to feel useful for once. Ever since they got their Provisional Hero Licenses, they hadn’t been able to do much with them. This way, he at least got to be part of something and see an actual hero at work.

They walked around the city, helping those who needed directions along the way, and the most action they got was taking a lost child to the nearest police station.

All of that walking made him hungry, though, so Eijirou was grateful for the treats Fat Gum bought for them. And he even offered to give them a ride back to the school, “for all the troubles you had to go through”.

Eijirou wasn’t going to complain, of course. The day had been long, and he still had a pile of homework that needed his full attention back at school.

When they arrived, Eijirou said his goodbyes and headed for the 1-A dorms, lost in thought. It had definitely been a different kind of birthday; nothing like his previous ones, that was for sure.

He distractedly opened the front door and sat down at the genkan to remove his tall boots and mask. He had to go and pick up his uniform and backpack from the locker rooms but he could do that later, after he had had a bath.

He rose and turned, only then realising just how quiet the place was. He frowned. It was strange; people were usually at the dining and living room areas at this time, getting ready to go have dinner at the school cafeteria.

He moved slowly across the darkened hallway, trying not to make any sounds.

Then, as he entered the common area, the lights were suddenly turned on and everyone started shouting happy birthday at him.

It was a surprise alright. He had no idea his classmates were planning any of this.

“You didn’t think we were going to just sit around and do nothing for your birthday, right?” Kaminari said while he put a ridiculous birthday hat on Eijirou’s head.

“Everyone…” Eijirou whispered, feeling overwhelmed at the scene; in front of him were all the students of classes of 1-A and 1-B.

“Happy birthday, bro!” Tetsutetsu greeted him, a twin paper hat on his head.

“Wait, it’s your birthday today too?! Happy birthday, man!” Eijirou hugged him.

“Yeah, they scared me about ten minutes before you arrived,” Tetsutetsu laughed as he let go before joining his friends at one of the tables.

“I can’t believe they went through all this trouble…” Eijirou mumbled, his sentence lost in the loudness of the room.

There was enough food for an army and a giant cake he was sure Satou had made in their honour. It was decorated with little rocks and everything.

Before he could ask how they had planned all of this, another loud voice rose above the rest.

“Oi, how long were you kids going to leave us outside, huh?”

Then, Aizawa-sensei, Blood King and Fat Gum walked in, followed closely by Tamaki-senpai, still in his hero costume.

“Fat Gum, Tamaki-senpai! What are you doing here?”

“Sorry to tell ya, Kirishima, but whole patrol thing was actually all a ruse to give these guys enough time to get it everything ready for the party,” Fat Gum said with a laugh and a strong slap to his back. “Say, have you opened your presents yet?”

“Presents? I just got here, Fat!” Eijirou was happy, he couldn’t believe what his friends had done for him today.

“Come on! Present time!” Sero yelled, getting a few excited whoops from the others, and brought Eijirou to the table where two big piles of boxes and bags were.

Tetsutetsu and Eijirou opened each box with equal levels of enthusiasm, thanking every person for their thoughtful or hilariously ridiculous gifts; it was about fifty-fifty. But really, what could they expect from a bunch of teenagers on a budget?

When all the boxes and bags had been opened and all the paper thrown away, someone cleared their throat.

“Excuse me, but you’re forgetting one, Kirishima!” Fat Gum announced, bringing a big bag from the entrance hallway.

“Oh, Fat! You didn’t need to get me anything!” Eijirou said, accepting the bag with both hands. “May I open it?”

“Sure, sure!”

Eijirou tore through all of the other gifts, but he decided to take his time with one, opening it with careful fingers.

Inside, there was a slightly smaller version of Fat Gum’s hero costume, along with a black mask identical to his.

“This… this…” Eijirou was at a loss for words, he felt so touched a happy laugh was threatening to erupt from the back of his throat. He looked over at Fat Gum, his hands holding onto the orange fabric tightly.

“Yeap! It’s my hero costume! What do ya think? Do ya like it?”

“I… I love it! Thank you!” he bowed fully; a few happy tears gathering in his eyes as the gesture registered.

“I thought you deserved one as my intern, but!” Fat Gum suddenly turned, putting a bag just like the one Eijirou got in front of Tamaki-senpai. “I have two interns so, here’s yours, Tamaki!”

“What?” Tamaki-senpai asked, staring so hard at the bag that he could’ve easily burned a hole in it.

“You didn’t let me get you anything for your birthday back in March, so I thought dis would be the perfect chance,” Fat Gum laughed, pulling both of his interns close to his chest before pushing them away in the direction of the bathrooms. “Come on! Go change and get back here!”

Unable to refuse Fat’s request, they went to the boys’ bathroom to change and returned to the party dressed in the giant hoodies and masks.

Everyone whooped and started taking pictures, prompting Tamaki-senpai to hide behind Eijirou’s shorter body.

“Tamaki-senpai, come on! It’ll only be a few minutes,” Eijirou tried to convince him to at least stop cowering behind him.

Fat Gum was delighted to say the least, pulling them back in easily against his chest and hugging them.

“I feel so proud right now!” he laughed right next to their ears. “I want a ton of pictures with you guys in the costumes! We should totally have a day where we dress up like dis, too! So dat these don’t go to waste!”

Tamaki-senpai kept covering his face, though, not used to this level of attention.

“Smile, senpai! It’ll be over once we take the pictures,” Eijirou cheered him on, and he finally looked at the camera, clearly embarrassed.

“Tamaki! Smile properly! Dis was all your idea anyway!” Fat Gum reprimanded him, his own smile unwavering.

“What? What do you mean it was his idea?” Eijirou asked, confused.

“Yeap, when I asked what I could get ya for your birthday, he suggested dis, thinking it would make ya happy,” Fat Gum explained to him.

“Fat Gum, no!” Tamaki-senpai whined, hiding his face behind the gigantic sleeves of his hoodie.

“He won’t uncover his face anyway soon, will he?” Fat Gum asked Eijirou.

“Nope, don’t think so,” Eijirou said, turning back to the cameras with a toothy smile in place, matching Fat Gum’s.

It was definitely not a conventional birthday and he did miss his family, but Eijirou couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day in the end.

#Kirishima Eijirou #Fat Gum #Tamaki Amajiki #BnHA #Boku no Hero Academia #My Hero Academia #Inktober #Day 16 #Happy birthday Kiri! <3 #We actually posted it on time eyyyy

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moonlightkth · 7 years ago

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Letters For Him || 01

❀ pairing: Jungkook x Reader ❀ genre: college!au ; probs angst and fluff idk tbh ❀ word count: a whooping 1.8k ❀ series summary: as a way to vent out your feelings, you write letters to your ex boyfriend, letters he should never read ❀ a/n: the reader contradicts herself a lot and thats because she doesnt know what she wants. hello i am still someone who doesn’t know how to properly do paragraphs while writing so sorry if i messed that up whoops someone help me. also if you have any questions about the fic you can leave it here :)) ❀ tagging: @evalocity (love you boo thank you so much for editing this)

masterlist | 00 | 01

Dear grade A+ asshole,

This girl would appreciate it if you would stop being so goddamn nice. How could you do something so terrible to the girl you supposedly were ‘in love with’ but be such a nice person to literally everyone on campus. You have always been a nice person and you have always been so caring. Sometimes I stop and wonder how you, one of the nicest person in the world, could do something so shity. Also, while I am asking you stop doing things, please stop being so damn talented. I hate walking around the hallways hearing about you.

“Did you see Jungkook practising in the dance studio. He is soooooo good at dancing!”

“Jungkook’s painting is on display in the school’s art gallery. Do you want to go check it out?”

“Jungkook scored the final touchdown of the football game last night. He is such a good football player our school is lucky to have him as our quarterback”

The thing is, I may have said that I do not like hearing about you in the hallways but, I kind of like constantly hearing about you. I like knowing what you are up to. We have not spoken since our breakup so this is the only way I know about your accomplishments. What I do not like however, is not hearing it from you. I miss having you walk into my apartment telling me about how well football practice went. I miss walking through the corridors with you while you tell me about the dance you were currently practising with your Hoseok-Hyung. I miss going to your dorm to sit down and study while you drew me. I miss hanging out with you. I miss being with you. I love and hate you at the same time.

We used to be friends before we fell into shit. I would like to be friends with you again but I do not think I would be able to trust you. I find that funny. You used to be the one person in the world, other than Jimin, who I trusted with all my heart. I trusted you with my life. You just had to ruin it. The thing is, I know that it would not be hard for me to trust you again. You can come up to me and beg for forgiveness and I would probably forgive you in a heartbeat. That is not what I should do though. If that were to happen, which I highly doubt it will, I should walk away from you, although I do not think that I could do that. You are too irresistible. I know you. I have seen you at your best and at your worst. I know everything about you and I think that is the problem. You have been in my life for such a long time that I am probably always going to need you in it. You have always made me so happy. You still do. Somehow.

y/l/n y/f/n

Heartbreak is something many people do not wish to experience but it is also something people are bound to experience. It is terrible but it can happen to anybody at any time. You had hoped that it wouldn’t happen to you. You had thought that your relationship with Jeon Jungkook was perfect, but you were wrong. You had hoped it wouldn’t happen, but it did and now here you were, sitting at your favourite cafe - other than the one you worked at - writing a letter to your ex-boyfriend.

Writing a letter to Jungkook was something your best friend Minhee had told you to do to try to get over your ex-boyfriend. She had told you that maybe if you wrote a letter to him about how you felt and never sent it, that it may help you get over him. However, writing these letters had become a slight obsession. One letter had quickly turned into three letters and now you had just found yourself finishing your sixth.

The obsession with writing these letters started with the first one. After a few days of reading it over, you had realised that there’s still so much more you wanted to say and ended up writing a second one and then a third. When you had begun to write the fourth letter, you had decided to buy a notebook for these letters, instead of having them on loose pieces of paper scattered across your desk. You had rewritten the first three letters into the notebook and started the fourth before realizing that maybe you’re going to need to write way more than five letters to get over Jungkook. You try to keep your continuous letter writing a secret from Minhee though, worried that she may tell you that continuing to write these letters to Jungkook would expand your feelings for him instead of helping you get over him. She would be wrong, continuing to write these letters was helpful and working. At least you hoped it was.

You had been sitting in your anthropology class as your professor explained basic human nature to the entire class.

There weren’t many people in this class, about fifty or more. And, since there weren’t many students, you had hoped to somehow turn invisible so Park Jimin wouldn’t see you and try talking to you. However, this was not the case. Ever since your breakup with Jungkook, Jimin would always try to speak to you before, after and during class. All of his efforts were ignored.

Although Jimin had been your friend even longer than Jungkook had, which is a really long time considering you’ve been friends with Jungkook since the third grade, you had started to ignore him after the breakup. You had been friends with Jimin before either of you knew that Jungkook existed but, when he came into both of your lives, Jimin and Jungkook ended up becoming best of friends, along with five other guys who they met in high school. Since you were so close to the both of them, their friends became yours and you especially became close with Namjoon, someone who also was in your anthropology class. Ignoring all of them after the breakup had been so hard, especially since one of them was a childhood friend but you had done what you felt was absolutely necessary.

Although you missed each and every one of them, you couldn’t find yourself talking to any of them.

They lost your trust when Jungkook did.

“Y/n wait up!” You heard a familiar voice call out to you as you started leaving the classroom. Hearing this voice caused you to pick up your pace, not wanting to talk to him. You did want to talk to though, you just knew that it would be best if you don’t.

As you walked away, you did not hear him call for you again or his quick footsteps behind you trying to catch up with you so you decided to slow down and walk at a normal pace. This was a mistake since, as soon as you started slowing down, you felt a small hand grab your wrist which quickly made you turn over to look at its owner. You didn’t need to look to know who it was as it was already obvious. You had found yourself face to face with your childhood best friend Jimin with Namjoon standing beside him.

“Please talk to us y/n. It’s been three months,” Jimin said to you with a begging look in his eyes.

He missed you. He really did. You could see it in not only his eyes but Namjoon’s as well.

You continued to stare at them as you thought it over in your head. If you forgave him and talked to him, the possibility of Jungkook trying to talk to you was probably very likely.

You missed them all so much, you missed hanging out with all seven of them.

Both Jimin and Namjoon had a hopeful look in their eyes. They both hoped that since you haven’t left yet that you just might forgive them and talk to them which was something they had wanted since they had realized that you were ignoring them.

You were about to.

You really were, until you saw Jungkook walking your way from behind their shoulders. You held your breath as soon as you saw him.

He was not that far away and you knew that once he saw Namjoon and Jimin that he would probably walk over to them.

You knew that that meant you had to leave.

“I’m sorry,” you quickly and quietly said before you softly removed your wrist from Jimin’s grip and left before Jungkook could see you.

Jungkook saw you talking to them.

He was about to go up to you guys and hopefully talk to you and gain your forgiveness.

Jungkook knew that what he had done had ruined your relationship with him and the rest of the boys, he knew that it would since the beginning. He just thought, and hoped, that it would only take a while until you came knocking at their door ready for your weekly video game night. However, that never happened.

After three weeks he had for sure thought that you would show up, or at least talk to one of them.

He didn’t even need you to talk to him, he just wanted you to at least remain friends with everyone else. He obviously wanted you to forgive him and at least remain his friend, but he knew that hoping for that, was hoping for too much.

Once he made it to his two best friends, they looked at him and realized that he was the reason why you had left them. Jungkook shyly looked down and frowned, knowing that whatever you were talking to them about, he had ruined it and made you leave.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized to his hyungs, still looking down at the floor, finding an interest in his timberlands.

Jungkook felt one of them put a hand on his shoulder and pat it reassuringly. He looked up and saw that it was his Namjoon-hyung. Namjoon gave Jungkook a reassuring smile which made Jungkook feel slightly better, but only slightly.

“She’ll come around one day. We just have to be patient.” Namjoon told Jungkook making Jimin nod in agreement. Namjoon always knew what to say to make Jungkook feel better.

Jungkook hoped for the day that y/n would talk to all of them again, he just knew that it would probably take a long time and that he was too shy and awkward to make the first move.

Jimin slung his arm over Jungkook’s and the three boys started to walk away, all thinking about the same person and about the same thing.

They all missed you and wanted you back in their lives.

#short chapter I'm vv sorry but I promise the next one will be longer #bts #bts jungkook #bts jeongguk #bts jeongguk imagine #bts jungkook imagine #jeon jeongguk #jeon jungkook #bts imagines #bts series #bts scenarios #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop series #letters for him series #letters for him

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crushing83 · 7 years ago

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Soooo... @saawek sort of tagged me (I saw my name in the post because I was flipping through my newsfeed at just the right time, but the link didn't work or show up in my activity, so I'm assuming I can do this...), and now I'm listing my works-in-progress. I might tag a few people at the bottom because I, too, am a curious kitten and I love hearing about what other people have on the go.

Writing:

Fanfic side:

Tolkien/Fast & Furious >> Thranduil/Owen Shaw >> Bullets and Blades 10... I actually cracked it open this weekend and started picking at what I'd written last. (Oh, and to anyone who started following me after I unintentionally hiatus-ed this one? Yes, you read that pairing right. Thranduil and Owen Shaw. Yep, yep.)

Tolkien >> Thranduil/Bard >> Spins and Pirouettes 4 was started a long time ago and then it started to get sad and I didn't like that so I focused on B&B instead. I'll eventually get back to it. There were a lot of mistakes in it---writing mistakes---and having a beta point out things in another story made me realise what I was doing in this one, and it's been hard to go back. I'll get there, eventually. Yes.

SPN >> mostly gen >> The Winchester Gospel, where a tricksy archangel (who lives, obviously) makes sure his dad's work is discovered as ancient scrolls. Kind of hops all over my timeline right now, because I'm writing it in bits and pieces and not at all chronologically. Follows some faves, follows descendants of faves. Haven't started posting it yet. >> Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester/Female Reader >> An untitled story that was supposed to be for @mrswhozeewhatsis' April Fools challenge, but got away from me and now I don't know how to end it. The reader's ace!spec, there's some non-sexual kink stuff, Dean and Sam both have squishy feelings for the reader/character (because it's my fantasy), they have a great big hunt in the middle of a werewolf den (it's not what you think)… oh, and Ketch is a scary douche (predictable). >> Team Free Love-ish/Female Reader >> Forging a Bond. There are two chapters left. I will get there. I promise. They just need editing. >> Gabriel/Sam Winchester >> Six Months, one of my vape shop AU fics. I've been chipping away at the next chapter recently. >> Gabriel/Sam Winchester >> An untitled AU story about ace!spec Sam, trying to figure out a way to tell his brother he's ace (or demi). This one's been super hard to write. But, I'm pushing through it. >> Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Dean/Castiel (eventually) >> A "what if Josie was never possessed and Henry never went to the future" fic. I have one chapter written, and it's basically turning into a husband!spy vs wife!spy sort of showdown between Mary and John with the boys in the middle.

SPN/Beyond Belief (TAH) >> Frank Doyle/Sadie Doyle, slight Gabriel/Sam Winchester >> A sequel to When God Comes to Call..., because Gabriel needs to grow up and face the flannel-wearing duo. And because I want Frank and Sadie to meet 'em, too. I'm just... stuck, right now.

SPN/Criminal Minds >> Gabriel/Spencer Reid, maybe Gabriel/Spencer Reid/Sam Winchester >> Falling is the Easy Part, my drop-Spencer-into-season-nine-and-see-what-happens fic. Some of it's been posted. It's going to be long. I'm not 100% sure where it's going yet, though. So, I'm taking my time.

SPN/Marvel Cinematic Universe >> An untitled "what if Justin Hammer somehow found out about the supernatural side of the world and tried to harness it for his own gain" fic. I only have about a hundred words written so far, so I'm really not sure what it's gonna be yet. Mostly it's an excuse to have Sam and Dean interact with the Avengers, if/when I get there.

SPN/Sanctuary >> Helen Magnus/Sam Winchester >> An untitled fic where Helen is tracking down Sam for some MOL information. I only have about 200 words written so far. But I want to see these two be dangerous together and then geek out together.

Dark Angel >> An untitled fic about what could happen after "Freak Nation." Mostly, it's Alec remembering things, doing things to keep his pack or unit together, and trying not to hold a grudge against Max because she doesn't know any better when it comes to having so many of Manticore's soldiers together. I think I started this after getting sick of watching her tear down Alec. Not that he's a saint. But. It made me cranky, watching her put him down all the time.

Personal project side: >> NaNoWriMo 2016 >> This story will never be finished. I hit the word limit. But I need about double that to wrap it up, and I'm really, really stuck. One of the themes is magic is dying. Another theme is the main character's, where she's looking for a place where she (and her ace!spec-ness) fits in. And then it's all mostly set inside a bdsm club. The sequel to the story is already sort of in my head, but I can't get to that point because I'm so stuck and bogged down with the first story.

Illustration (and animation):

Fandom side: Quattro Formaggio >> Four Cheese comics >> I still have two or three waiting to post... and I want to get to an even 12. So I need to write and render a few more. A couple are thumbnailed. >> Jailbreak 2016 >> I cut audio from a few clips of the concert, and I have the animatic done... but animation makes my brain seize up. It's like I'm blocked. So... that's on hold for a while. >> Space Jam Dance >> I really want to animate the cheeses dancing. To a song from Space Jam.

Saturday Night Salad >> The full line-up >> I'm in the process of turning almost everyone into a 3D vegetable---or fruit. I want to make a big poster with everyone in it. Right now, the ones I've done... I think the next one on my list is... celery, but that'll be one of the last almost-regular SNS-ers. So. Those ones are modelled. And then I have to finish the occasionals. And then go through the texturing and rigging process.

Team Free Breakfast (or Brunch) >> The line-up of five >> I'm still rigging Pancake!Cas. Not because it's hard, but because I rig every day at work. And getting psyched up about coming home and doing more rigging? Doesn't happen all that often.

#Blame The Musk >> The product line-up >> For now, I'm just trying to get the products textured. They're all modelled and sort-of rigged (just single controls on everything so I can move 'em around later). Later, I will be making mock advertisements with all the products.

Personal project side: >> Various 3D projects >> I started renovating an old robot project from school, hoping to make it something for a new reel (but it's a mess, because I was a student and scrambling to finish things for project deadlines, so I find the whole thing discouraging). I've also been trying to model a character so I can work on a face rig set-up---but organic modelling is SO NOT MY THING. The only other thing I've been working on is a sort of bdsm dungeon that fits in a shoebox. I haven't looked at it in probably a year. Most of it's modelled, it just needs texturing. The point was to comp it into video footage of an actual shoebox being put on or taken off a shelf. >> Tattoo design >> So. When I was a wide-eyed and innocent frosh, with the taste of freedom from my very demanding (but lovable) parents fresh in my heart, I ran out and got a tattoo. I designed it, which may have been stupid, but whatever. It's an abstract take on a claddagh ring, just the lines, and with spiky sort of wings instead of hands. It's on my lower back. Which was fine for a couple of years. (Then, the term "tramp stamp" became a thing.) I feel like it's important to say I do not regret getting it. It was freedom. Probably the first I felt ever, really, and I will always love it for that. But. I didn't take care of it as well as I should have. And I gained weight (because college) then lost it, gained it and then some, lost it, and gained more, and so on. So the tattoo is a little fuzzy. And I do feel shame about that. I've been trying to turn this little fuzzy thing into a larger back piece that's like a collage of different style and different elements and imagery. I can't do the finer details because I'm not that good at drawing, but I've been trying to rough something out so I can go to an actual artist (someday lol) and give them the sketches and go from there.

But getting all of this stuff done is contingent on my shoulders and arms not being sore enough---or just being numb enough---so I can sit and work on this stuff. (Backstory: my work desk is well on its way to killing me, and there's no alternative; we're in those call-centre almost-cubicles and the desks are about three to five inches too tall for me. Shoulder and arm pain for years. Goes to show how artists rate, huh? Can't even get a desk to fit! /rant+whining) So, I have a bunch of things on the go, and when I feel like I can move without wanting to scream, I tinker on something that matches my mood or snags my interest. Eventually (hopefully), I'll finish something.

Aaaaaand.

Now. Who do I want to pester today, hmm? *rubs hands together*

@lacqueluster and @thequeervet... am I allowed to ask what you two are working on? Or what you're thinking about working on? And @evansluke, @piyo-13 @little-red-83, and @ofplanet-earth? How about you guys, toooooo?

What have you all been up to creatively lately? Any words? Or art? Video? Photography? Body art? Fanmixes? Metalworking? (I don't know if any of you do that. Just throwing it all out there because there are different ways to be creative. I was following the example format I was given, but there are so many more things that can be done.)

Okay. I am so sorry to anyone seeing this because it got very long. Whoops!

#tagged #progress report #fic wips #art wip

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spacesaladdin · 8 years ago

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Valentine's Sabezra Fic!

Hey guys - if you don't wanna read it just scroll past it but here is a fic i did after trials of the darksaber, and I hope you enjoy it! Happy Valentine's Day! Sabine sat on the edge of the Ghost's ramp, trying not to process what had happened that day. But it had happened. She broke down and let everything, everything go. She had sobbed till she couldn't hear herself think. It wasn't often that her guard broke down like that; in fact, it never happened. She pushed everyone away, and it hurt. And now that it was out, it still hurt like hell, viciously tormenting her. The look on Kanan's face when she exploded, disarming him with her raw emotion. The look on Ezra's face when she finally admitted what he had been pressing her about for so long. Her mother. Her father. Her brother. Betraying her and leaving her to rot, as if family didn't matter. It was too much to bear. Oh gods, Ezra. She didn't mean to lash out at Kanan like that. And to be reminded that Ezra was an orphan... It wasn't their fault. Her demons still plagued her after 4 long years, and it ate at her to know that she could have hurt them. She apologised profusely to Kanan, but Ezra was still busy with... whatever he was doing. He probably thought to left her alone for once. And this time, she wished he hadn't. She held her head in her hands, and decided she had 5 more minutes of weakness and then would get on with her life. She would paint, and then... Well, she would decide that later. Sabine Wren didn't do crying unless it was in the dead of the night, where no one would see or hear. The night was often a sea of comfort in which she could wash away her nightmares and pain. But her emotions got the best of her, and she was determined it wouldn't happen again. Then a slight cough and some whistling of a familiar tune woke her out of her stupor. There was Ezra, walking along in that easy-going lope of his towards her. It reminded her of how he seemed to sway with the wind on the fields of Lothal. Their eyes met, and Ezra gave her a soft smile. "Hey there. You... uhm, okay?" he asked. She folded her arms and nodded. "Fine." He shook his head. "No you're not. And that's why you're coming with me." Sabine snorted. "Going where, exactly?" He shrugged. "Offworld. It's time we caused some bucketheads a little more trouble, don't ya think?" She stared at him. "Are you for real, Bridger? Hera's going to kick both of our butts worse than I kicked yours today." Ezra grinned and leaned down. "Why don't you ask her, then? Oh, and I kicked your butt first. Rookie." Sabine elbowed him. "Call me rookie one more time, I dare you." Ezra's gaze turned mischievous. "C'mon. Where's your sense of adventure, 'Bine? Its been a while since we did anything... fun." She snorted. "Right. Fun. No time for fun in a rebellion." He scoffed. "Oh, come on! Let's face it, you've probably had the roughest day, like, ever. You need to de-stress. Oh, and Kanan's cool with it. Just so you know." She considered what he was saying a little less disbelievingly. "Are you sure you're not just lying your butt off to take me out somewhere and disobey orders 'cause you're in this whole rebelling phase again?" Ezra's eyes widened and he raised his hands in a who, me? gesture. "Ye of little faith. I promise you we got permission from both Hera and Kanan. And Chopper is coming with us. It's all for you - no selfishness included. So whaddaya say? Wanna cause some trouble with me?" She laughed a little. Okay, maybe she did need some kind of break. From... everything. "You had this whole thing organised, didn't you?" she asked, while Ezra shrugged sheepishly. "Alright, Bridger. Let's go somewhere." Ezra pumped his fist in the air and whooped, while Sabine shushed him - "You'll wake up Zeb!" They walked over to the Phantom, where Chopper and Hera were waiting for them. Hera had warmth in her eyes when she said, "All right, I had to tweak a few things to get you two out of here. As far as anyone knows, this is a recon mission as well as getting those DLT-19's out of the system - so I want at least two bags of joguns, waffles, chili dumplings, dried kelp strips for Kanan and yes, Ezra, you can get a Bantha burger. " The padawan jumped up in the air and hugged the twilek. "You're the best, Hera!" Hera smiled. "Don't get caught by the Empire. That's all I'm gonna say - this is a one off for you two!" Ezra mock-whispered, "Meh, she'll cave in next time." Hera gave Ezra a steely look. "Don't wreck the Phantom, hotshot." While Ezra protested, Sabine smirked. "He won't. I'm flying." Ezra wheeled around. "Oh no you aren't. You don't even know where we're going!" he retorted. Sabine raised an eyebrow. "So where are we going, oh Master Tracker?" Ezra wiggled his brows. "You'll see. Time to fly, boys and girls - uh, should I say, droids and girls. This pilot's got a few tricks up his sleeve." Sabine rolled her eyes as she entered the Phantom, while Hera watched on amusedly. Garel, Evening Garel's city lights twinkled and glowed lilac, while the sea was a wash of black and blue. Since the Ghost crew and Phoenix Squadron had left, the number of Star Destroyers had lessened quite a bit, though Imperial presence was still notable. Sabine looked over to Ezra, who was humming to himself. "By the way, Chopper got your sprays on board - just thought you'd want to know." Sabine turned to Chopper. "What the - Chopper! You know no one is allowed to touch those!" Chopper warbled his reply, and the Mandalorian wrinkled her brow, and then burst into laughter. "Ezra, is that what you were getting at this whole time? Seriously?!" Ezra grinned modestly. "What can I say? It's been a while since we defaced some Imperial property. I also brought some explosives - y'know, just in case we need them." Sabine felt something a lot like joy creep into her heart and swell up inside. Before she realised what she was doing, she ran up to Ezra as they landed and wrapped him in a fierce hug. "Woah there!" he laughed, and something warm and gushing filled his eyes as he embraced her back. She quickly broke away, slightly embarrassed and said, "I can't believe - I mean - " Ezra stopped her, his mouth twisting into a lopsided grin. "You can thank me later. Chopper, let's roll!" They jumped out of the Phantom, and put on their helmets, Ezra's the scout trooper helm Sabine painted for him, and Sabine her Mandalorian helmet. They grabbed 3 detonators each, and Sabine got her paint canisters out along with her sprayer. "Oh, it feels GOOD being able to use these babies properly again!" she exclaimed, and Ezra's eyes sparkled. He loved making her feel better; so often she'd comforted him when he was down, so what better to help her than by doing what she loved best - mixing art and explosions. "Remember the old days when we were tagging and blowing up crates on Lothal?" Ezra asked as they snuck around the backstreets. Sabine gave a breathy laugh. "Those were the days. Small rebellion, huh?" "It's a big one now," Ezra replied. "But, we can always revert juuust a little bit." With that, he leaped up into the air and onto the roof of a building. "Show off," Sabine said, and climbed up the stalls to join him. They spotted their loot, and got going. Two heads hung upside down off the roof of a building. Quietly, Sabine crept down and dropped, light as a feather on the ground. Ezra followed, only missing his step slightly and almost doing the splits. Before he could cry out in pain, Sabine pulled him into a side street, trying not to laugh. " I see you've still got your clumsy face on," she teased. "Oh, shuddup," he grumbled good-naturedly, and Sabine got to work. The quiet sound of paint swishing across the crates of DLT-19 guns alerted three troopers to her whereabouts. When they saw her, one gave an audible gasp, and Ezra swore he could see the wide grin beneath Sabine's helmet. They recognised her, alright - or at least knew of her. 'The Artist'. "Hey boys. Did ya miss me?" she asked, cockily, in a way that Ezra absolutely loved. The troopers took a step back, and the tallest stated, "Call for back up. One Mando female - it's the Artist!" Sabine felt her smile grow wider. "Ah, good to know my rep still stands. And you'll be glad to hear I've brought back-up of my own." She pressed a switch and somersaulted out of the way, as the first detonator went off, blasting the crates sky high. Ezra dropped like a stone from the roof and landed splat on one of the troopers, successfully drop kicking him. "Hah! Made it!" He exclaimed triumphantly. The Mandalorian tilted her head. "A bit sloppy, but that was a first. Now come on!" She grabbed his hand and spun him around as they ran towards the bay parallel to where the Phantom was. The thrill of the chase rushed over them, and Sabine found that she was laughing when the second crate blew up, and Ezra bowled her out of the way. "Oh, oh, we should do that again - over there!" Ezra raised his eyebrows. "Well you're having a good time now, aren't you?" She let out a wild laugh. "Are you kidding? This is the best I've felt in ages - oh, don't let it get to your head, blasterbrain." Ezra flashed her his best grin. "You know you love me." She pressed the button a third time and Ezra swung his arm, using the Force and letting the blaster jelly go flying into the air; landing on an oncoming tie. It spontaneously combusted in colours of orange, purple and bright pink, flashing across the sky, as if the stars were setting alight. Both of them paused in their run, letting out a sigh of pleasure as they saw just how beautiful Sabine's creation really was. The padawan noticed how the orange reflected off her eyes and danced between them. He was more than glad to see her like this, to be doing something that she really loved. He snapped out of it when Chopper arrived in the Phantom, ready to pick them up and go. Sabine's eyes twinkled even more as she replied, "Do I know that? Maybe I do." She danced into the Phantom, and Ezra shook his head, gazing up, his heart feeling as though it were going to shoot into the sky amidst the explosion. Chopper's grumpy beeps urged him up, and they were soon off and being chased. "Ready for the last one?" Sabine asked, and Ezra gave her another of his lopsided smiles. "Ohhh yeah. Hit 'em with it 'Bine." She paused. Her eyes seemed to give him a look of, thank you, and she leaned out of the Phantom. "Hey bucketheads! Eat THIS!" The final explosion was the brightest Ezra had seen in that entire time, and he watched as the Imperial compound flashed blue and gold. The Ties kept chasing, and the pair high-fived before buckling in as Chopper went to hyperspace. "So... I never got to say thank you," Sabine began, mid-hyperspace. Ezra turned round from the pilot's seat and folded his arms. Amusement danced in his eyes, as well as that strange fondness that seemed to glitter whenever they spoke. "For what?" She raised her eyes to the sky. "For - you know... teaching me how to use a stick." Ezra raised both eyebrows. "A stick? Just a stick?" Sabine huffed good-naturedly. "Not just a stick. The lightsaber forms. Even for a person who isn't a Force-User. Also... for this. It actually felt really, really good to be messing with troopers and helping put an end to those shipments. Also, tagging my art again." Ezra's eyes twinkled even more. "Anything for you, 'Bine. Maybe it was just an excuse to hang with you." She rolled her eyes as he flicked her on the shoulder. "Although we still need a round two of the sticks. Gadgets or no gadgets, you know I'm gonna beat ya." "Oh yeah? You'll be begging for mercy before YOU know it, Bridger." "You would know," He responded cheekily. "Oh, shut up."

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