#kill me now this is the worst thing i've ever written but!!!! enjoy anyway

[chaotic-on-main]

Just Friends | ModernAU One-Shot

☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ best friends to lovers, expletives, implied sexual intimacy

☾ A/N ➼ This is the sauciest thing I've ever written and I haven't stopped blushing since I've finished it. asdl;jalsd anyways. Enjoy? This was proofread once, take it as is lmao. K love y'all bye <3

☾ Word Count ➼ ~2.3k

Levi clutches the seat belt that wraps tightly around his chest with white knuckles. He's flung forward yet again as the truck you both currently sat in took a massive dip in the dirt path, no thanks to your erratic swerving. He looks over to you with a signature scowl and a pointed look. You’re quick to shoot back a toothy grin. He knew better than to let you drive but he suggested it anyways since his knee pains were flaring up again with the oncoming storm.

“Will you keep your eyes on the fucking road?” Levi grumbles through clenched teeth.

“I am! But you won’t stop shooting daggers my way.” You swerve around another hole, almost hitting the wooden fence that separates the road from an open pasture, currently devoid of any farm life.

“I’m only doing that because you’re literally the worst driver I’ve ever had the displeasure of knowing.” Levi’s grip on the belt tightens. He looks up through the windshield of the threatening dark gray clouds that were rolling in far too fast for his liking. The weatherman had said the storm would be arriving later in the evening, but it seems the weather gods were feeling spiteful today. “Also, why the fuck would you think taking the backroads would be a better option??”

“I just thought they’d be quicker. I know how storms can get for you…” You trail off as you risk a glance over to your friend. He doesn’t give you a reaction so you continue, “I just wanted to get you home faster.”

“More like get me killed faster.”

“Hey! I’m trying my best here!” You hit a bump at full speed. You shriek as you grip the wheel hard to keep it straight. “At least it’s not raining yet!”

Curse you and your damn words. A heavy raindrop hits the windshield with a splat. Then another. And another. And suddenly it’s downpouring. Not enough to blind you fully but it’s loud against the truck’s body. You sense Levi tensing up next to you and you silently curse at yourself. You take a deep breath before glancing over to him with another grin.

 “It’s fine! I know where we’re going. We’ll be there in no time!” You feign a good tone. You only hear more grumbles in response.

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After another 15 minutes of driving down a now muddy path, it was extremely clear that you had no idea where you were going. Levi hadn’t said anything the whole time, but he was increasingly getting more stressed, and you could feel it. You thought this was the right way, but you were questioning yourself. With the rain now coming down in sheets, it was even harder to see. Maybe you missed a turn?? You spot another divot and turn the wheel so you can drive around it, making sure to slow down. But that smart decision quickly turns into a big mistake. You feel the driver’s side tilt down and the truck abruptly stops.

“What did you do?” Levi glares hard at you.

“I was trying to swerve around a hole but I think there was another one on the other side.” You squeak. You press down on the gas, and you hear the truck rumble but not move. Mud sprays your window as you do so. You do it again, more rumbling, more mud. “I think we’re stuck.”

“You think so?” Levi’s voice is cold, jaw locked and tense.

“Listen man, I can’t control the weather. I was trying to do this for you!” You whip your head over to his icy gaze and give him an equally narrow glare.

“I never asked you to.” Levi digs his fingers into his thighs and looks away, out the window with his back turned to you.

“I know you hate storms but you don’t have to be so mean.” You huff and quickly unbuckle your seat belt before sticking the gear into neutral. Levi glances back over to you at the noise.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to try and push.” You pull up your cloth hood and zip your jacket up to your neck. It wasn’t much but it was better than nothing.

“The fuck you will. By yourself?”

“Well, you could help.” You turn to face him. His matching stormy eyes are wide at you, but he says nothing. “Yeah, okay.” You mutter before opening the door and sliding out into the raging wind and rain. You immediately regret it. In mere seconds you’re soaked to the bone. You tuck yourself in to keep in some warmth as you make your way over to the front of the truck, stepping around the massive hole it was currently stuck in. Muddy water went up to the middle of the tire and the way the hole was, there was no way to go forward. But if you could push the vehicle back, then you might be able to get it back on even ground.

You grip the front of the cold, wet metal and start pushing. It barely moves an inch. Of course. You do your best to plant your feet into the squishy mud under you and push again. There’s some movement, but not enough to make a difference. Wiping the rain from your face with an equally wet sleeve, you bend your knees a little and grunt as you push again. You feel it shift and move even more. You’re doing it! You glance into the windshield but notice the truck is empty. Something rustles next to you and you jump as suddenly you notice a figure to the left of you. It’s Levi. His raven-hair is already plastered to his skin from the rain, water dripping down his face as he pushes against the metal.

“What!?” He yells over to the rain to you, his eyes cutting into yours.

“Nothing!” You scream back, giving him a lopsided smile. “Thanks!”

“Whatever, just push!” It takes quite a few more before you’re able to get the wheel mostly out of the hole, the muddy water now just above the bottom of the tire.

“I think we just need one more big push!” You shout over to Levi, giving him a thumbs up. He nods and digs his shoes into the mud, you doing the same on the other side. “On three!”

“One… two… THREE!” You both shove on the hood at the same time and you feel like laughing because it gives easily, rolling back and out of the hole before stopping abruptly on flat land. But the shove was a little too strong and you find yourself falling face first with nothing to lean against and you’re suddenly tasting mud. You’re quick to push yourself up as you splutter out the disgusting water, wiping it from your eyes with a groan. When you look over, Levi is in the exact same predicament. If looks could kill.

“See, this is why I didn’t want to be out here!” You can’t help it, you burst out in laughter at the sight in front of you. Levi is drenched head to toe in dark mud, everything now brown. His face is just as covered save for his eyes and mouth that he just swiped clean. He scowls and says your name with irritation.

“Levi, come on! I know I got us here but everything else wasn’t my fault!” You frown at him. His sour mood was really starting to grate on you. You’re usually used to it but today was different.

You really didn’t mean to get the two of you into this predicament. You knew storms were the reason for his frigid attitude, but you couldn’t help but take it extremely personally. You were just trying to get him home quicker and it’s not like he fought back when you made the initial turn down the road. A distant rumble of thunder rolls through and Levi’s body freezes for a moment. You didn’t have time to sit out in the rain arguing. “C’mon. Let’s just get in. I can get the seats cleaned later.” You sigh and push yourself up from the ground, mud squishing under your fingers as you do.

Luckily, you kept an emergency kit in the back compartments in case you were stranded during the winter. The season change had come so quickly that you hadn’t had time to pull it out. In it were a couple towels, a reflective heat blanket, water and snacks, as well as a little first aid kit. Both doors shut at the same time and the quick change in volume is deafening. The rain is muffled as it hits the window and another rumble rolls through the sky, closer but still quiet in the safe haven you both found in the truck.

You throw him a towel before using the other to work on cleaning your face and hair. Before you both settled in, you made sure to shut the truck off so as to not waste gas. But because of that, it was now getting colder. Your clothes now feel icy against your skin as the wetness weighs it down. Once you were able to get as much mud off as you could, you quickly pull out the thermal blanket and unfold it. It’s big enough that you and Levi could share if you huddled close. Speaking of…

Levi’s already wiped off any traces of mud on his skin. He looks over to you as he’s cleaning behind his ears, his eyes softened considerably. However, a scowl is still ever-present.

“Are you going to be mad at me forever?” You mumble.

“Depends, are you going to attempt to kill me again?” He snaps back.

“I didn’t know this would happen.” You huff at him again.

“Tch.”

“Well, if you’re going to be that way then I’m not sharing the thermal blanket.” You wrap the thin aluminum plastic over your body and pull yourself into a ball before facing away from him with a pout. You can’t help but think about today as a whole. Sure, the situation you were both in was not favorable, especially with his past and storms. But it felt like there was something else going on with him. He’s been snarkier and ruder than he usually is with you. Ans a lot more serious.

“Levi?” You whisper after a few beats.

“What?”

“Did I do something wrong?” You pull your knees closer to you and hug them to your chest. There’s no response, but he does shift in his seat, it squeaks under him as he does. There’s a resounding silence before he sighs.

“No.” You flip your head to the other side so that you can see him. His gaze flicks over to the window quickly, failing to hide his obvious staring. You smirk at that.

“Then why are you so angry at me?”

“I’m not angry… at you.”

“But you’re angry.”

“…I guess.”

“Why?”

His eyes land on you and there’s pain in them. His typical brick walls are up and it’s infuriating to you because you thought 15-something years of friendship would have broken those down by now. His eyebrows pinch in the middle like they always do when he’s thinking hard about what to say next. And it stays like that for a moment. The rain is lightening up a bit and you can tell because of how much softer it is against the glass. It makes the silence all the more louder.

“What am I to you?” He leans back into the seat as he stares hard into your eyes, searching. The question takes you off guard and you release your legs, making them tumble to the floor so you’re sitting straight up.

“What are you to me? What kind of question is that?” You laugh nervously.

“What… am I… to you?” He whispers slowly. There’s that pain in his eyes again, shining like a lighthouse in the night. Begging for someone to notice it, to take caution.

“I- what do-” He snaps your name, and it makes you jump at his sudden aggression.

“Just answer the question, goddamn it!” Heat flushes to your cheeks as you swallow hard.

“Levi, what do you want to be to me?” Your voice now back to a whisper. He stares incredulously at you for a moment before doing something you never even imagined in a thousand years. He leans forward and closes the distance faster than you can blink. Then his lips are on yours, soft and hot. When he pulls away, it feels as if your entire body has erupted into flames. You pull your fingers to your mouth, still feeling the pressure of his against it. His wide eyes must reflect your own because you both gawk at each other in silence.

“Fuck, I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thi-” He stutters before he’s silenced by you throwing yourself in his direction and pushing your lips back on to him. Eyes closed this time, you wrap your arms around his neck to hold him closer. Levi doesn’t hesitate to dig his fingers into your hips to pull you into him as he meets your rhythm, heaving chests pressed against each other as you both struggle for air. You both push away at the same time and take a deep breath, gazing hard at each other.

Levi’s face is flushed the most beautiful red you've ever seen and his damp hair was tousled every which way from your wandering hands. He doesn’t say anything, but you don’t mind. You don’t mind because you’re already pulling his shirt up and he’s tugging at your pants, cloth gripped tight under clenched fists. Whatever he is to you, it’s obvious that it’s more than just friends. And you were okay with that.

☾ shout-out to @humanitys-strongest-bamf for being my cheerleader last night. 💕 Also please join my taglist for future content!

[gosh-darn]

my resolution for this year that i sort of started last year is to read more books because i devoured books as a kid but fell out of the habit around high school. i read a lot right now but it's mostly fanfic which uses different parts of the brain imo. my favorite genre of book is "paranoid man has a terrible time" which is hyper specific but when i find one it rewrites my brain. my absolute fav books are moby dick and house of leaves, you see the blueprint. anyway i wanted to post abt the books i read last year and this year!

Someone Who Isn't Me, Geoff Rickly: august 2023 right after my birthday i took a horrible freelance gig because i had been once again been furloughed from unnamed puppet company. while working that gig i listened to understanding in a car crash on repeat because i was not doing so hot. like a year later i learned geoff had written a semi autobiographical book about doing an experimental psychedelic drug treatment to cure him of his heroin addiction, which is exactly the kind of shit i want to read. i read it in a couple of sittings while on a family trip and really liked it! it's a little navelgazey and 'guy in your mfa'ish but tbh i tend to like that kind of stuff so it worked on me! the part where martin shkreli talks about harambe is sublime.

2 trans2 furious: an extremely serious journal of trangender street racing studies: my coworker who reads a lot read this on a cruise with no internet and then lent it to me. i read it on that same family trip. i have not watched a single fast movie, but i really enjoyed this, i love when trans people are insane about extremely cishet media. this also started a back and forth of my coworker and i recommending books to each other which has been really great! i lent him SWIM after this and he enjoyed it! yippee!!!

Darryl, Jackie Ess: this book made me feel insane. I read the entire second half in a feverish haze one night before bed. darryl is the most insane man in the world and also every man in the world. my coworker lent it to me, and then it spread through the shop like wildfire, each person sending crazed texts to the group chat yelling "DARRYL." i love an epistolary novel and an unreliable narrator. the story is told thru darryl's diary entries where he feeds you scraps of info about his life that have you going "HUH?? WHUH???" the chapters are short enough that you say 'i gotta just read one more to find out what's happening' and then suddenly you've read the whole thing. for several weeks after reading it, every conversation i had became about darryl. HIGHLY recommend.

All of My Cats, Bohumil Hrabal: i read this today and it's the worst i've ever felt in my entire life. 10/10. i thought i was projecting my ocd onto hrabal's constant guilt, and then later he describes checking the oven and the locks in his apartment in prague three times and then a fourth time whenever he leaves, SO. hrabal repeats phrases and stories in a rhythmic and folkloric way that i really enjoy. big tw on this one, this whole book is about killing cats as a form of population control. it is extremely sad, he loves the cats a lot. i enjoyed the book because i love to feel terrible. i recommend it with a huge caveat that you should only read it if you think you can handle it.

[vexcraft]

thank you for your fics because you have somehow managed to put down into words what i think about convex and what they could be. i am shaking your hand. i WANT to desperately write stuff about the convex that exists in my head but i don't know how to do it while preserving their dynamic but you Somehow Manage It and that's amazing. Especially in love with 'to break what was meant to be beautiful' and '(deadly) peace of mind'. Yes I'm aware that the latter is two years old however I have just now gotten into hermitcraft and convex Immediately Infected Me. ANYWAYS all of this to say. how do you do it?

ahh thank you so much!!! this ask made me so happy :D i'm so glad to hear you enjoy my idea of them and that it matches your idea too!! i just think they're very neat... about their dynamic - i've actually thought about maybe making a post with some character notes and things i've noticed and taken into consideration while writing convex, but i'm not sure it would be interesting and/or helpful. if people would like that i could definitely try to find some time for that :D

i have great news for you because there is actually a second part to 'to break what was meant to be beautiful' in the works! well, not exactly in the works, i wrote like 2.2k words five months ago and haven't been able to return to it due to being busy but! i will!! i want to finish it. i have most of the fic planned out in my head. it will be about having whatever little comfort they've managed to find ripped away and not only having to deal with the fact that they're monsters but they've also been found out as monsters and things are getting worse. there's also a hypothetical "what if things went really really wrong" kinda alternate ending thing i'm not sure i'll ever get around writing but it exists in my head. that other fic you liked? funnily enough was written partly as a joke bc a friend kept saying convex was dead because there hadn't been any content in a bit and i was like "y'know what? *kills them*" but then it ended up being quite heartbreaking in the end :P

how do i do it? i'm not really sure either! i think there's something very special in having such a deep understanding of each other that it makes it possible for them to make it through the worst horrors imaginable. it's not some "meant to be"/soulmate stuff either, they just work together so well. i definitely encourage you to at least try writing something, it does get a lot easier after a bit :D

also welcome to convex hell! if you're interested in a very interesting and very minecrafty approach to the whole vex deal thing and the struggles that come with it i'd recommend this fic by the lovely kie! and for some trust and identity struggles maybe this one of my own works, even though it's quite old and felt a little awkward to reread now :D

[violetjedisylveon]

Claws & Fangs Ch 1 - The Intruder, The Bat And The Wolf

Summary: Kaeden heads home from a long day of work and finds someone has broken into her house looking for something, the intruder attacks her with a massive bat creature. She gets saved by a massive orange wolf.

Words count: 1.5k

Warnings: an animal attacks and tried to kill Kaeden, I don't think I went into too much detail but I went into it a bit so I'll put this as a warning 🛑, so blood and violence ant attack.

A/N: Werewolf witch Ahsoka and Vampire Kaeden lets gooo!

This idea came to me so quickly I'm pretty sure it possessed me to get itself written. Happy Halloween everyone!

Enjoy my new Kaesoka au fic! I've got like three or four of them now. It's not a problem.

Claws & Fangs AU Masterpost

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Kaeden Larte had horrible luck.

The worst luck in the entire world? Yeah probably.

First, her parents die when she's fifteen and her little sister is twelve.

Then, after getting a job she could actually hold down as a farmer, rumors start to circulate about her parents, specifically her mother, a scholar and a woman of medicine.

The rumors were that she was a witch or vile sorceress, cause her garden always looked so nice and was never attacked by animals. That was serious nonsense, she had taught Kaeden how to grow plants properly and she knew how to keep the wild life away.

Besides she was already dead so what did it matter?

Third, the witch rumor had the Empire come in and conduct a search of her house, they found nothing and left it. Didn't stop the leering or cruel taunts she got from the townspeople when she went into work. Five years later and she was still being called a witch spawn.

Fourth, her most recent stroke of bad luck, there was an owl hanging around her house poking at her plants.

The stupid little bird kept trying to take from her garden, the damn thing was extra interested in her healing herbs and oddly, her sister's garlic. Miara liked to cook in her free time, she worked at a bakery too.

She frequently found herself waking up in the middle of the night to the cursed being raiding her garden and she had to chase it off multiple times, it just kept coming back.

Oh, and then there was her worst luck ever:

Some crazy madman was breaking into her house, she heard the window shatter as she approached her home.

It was late at night and Miara was staying in town with her "friend" Omega, who had insisted it wouldn't be safe for her to go out at night alone. A clear ploy to get more time alone together before she had to go leave again, but Kaeden hadn't pushed her sister.

Kaeden always felt safer at home and had gone anyway.

She was really wishing she had stayed with Miara right now.

She could see the invader through the window, they were dressed in all black, and had a sword or gun or both at their waist.

They suddenly spun around and fixed glowing red eyes on her.

Her blood froze.

The intruder stalked towards her.

Her brain screamed at her to do something, but her body was fully frozen with fear.

A curious coo snared her attention away from the imposing threat.

The thieving owl was sitting on the fence, a clump of herbs in its talons. It cooed at her and took off.

Kaeden made the decision to chase after it right before the glass broke.

She bolted after the owl as fast as she could, though she had a growing feeling she wouldn't be able to escape her pursuer.

The stupid owl lead her into the forest, the dark forests that most people didn't dare go into because of stories about monsters that dwelled within. It was probably just wolves, or at least that's what Kaeden hoped as she blindly followed a bird.

Oh gods, she was going to die, wasn't she?

The owl took a sharp turn and just vanished into thin air. Her heart pounded against her chest and the blood roared in her ears as she frantically looked around for anything she might be able to defend herself with or some way out of this horrifying nightmare.

Something heavy landed in the trees, she heard the wood creak and groan with the weight.

She spun around.

The intruder turned attacker and probably her murderer if she was being honest.

The ominous eyes glowed dangerously.

Kaeden dared to look up.

That was a massive mistake.

A massive bat… thing was perched in the tree, hungry yellow eyes looking down at her.

Kaeden cursed her horrible luck.

Her pursuer whistled a single sharp note. 🛑

The beast snarled and threw itself from the treetops down onto her.

It slammed into her with enough force to slam her to the ground. The air was knocked out of her chest.

Pain bloomed all over her body, the bat's razor sharp claws slicing up her skin.

Clawed wings cut thin, deep lacerations on her arms when she raised them in a feeble attempt to protect herself. She somehow managed to push the bat up away from her throat.

It snarled madly, savagely slashing at anything within reach in its rabid attempt to kill her.

It snarled and hissed in her face, baring its sharp fangs at her.

She screamed and kicked its underbelly. Her feeble attempt to survive only served to piss it off.

It screeched and thrust its head down.

Its jaws slammed down on her neck. White hot pain exploded in her neck. She screamed at the needle sharp teeth piercing her skin.

Her blood got hot, it was burning in her veins, the fire spread rapidly from her neck to her toes.

She cried out, her entire body was boiling!

Just when she thought it was all over for her, that she'd die here in this forest and never be found, that her little sister would be alone, never knowing what really happened to her, a fearsome yowl erupted from somewhere in the chaos and in a blur of fur, the violent beast was ripped off of her.

Kaeden screamed, the beast's teeth tore her skin as it was thrown into a nearby tree.

She instinctively covered her neck wound to stem the bleeding, but that was hardly going to do her much good with her injuries or the fire in her veins. Gods, the fire in her veins made her want to die right there!

It was all she could do to apply weak pressure to her wound and stare up.

Oh.

The owl was back.

It was perched in a branch above her.

Something growled.

Something big.

Kaeden, to her own surprise, managed to prop herself up enough to see what had saved her.

A massive, truly massive wolf with burnt orange fur and stripes going down its back stood in front of her, growling at the bat, which now looked so small next to the wolf.

The bat was reasonably afraid of the impossibly huge wolf, it cowered at the wolf's presence.

The wolf growled, low and threatening, at the beast and keeper.

The beastmaster grunted and both vanished in a puff of black smoke.

The wolf relaxed slightly but stayed alert, ears swiveling to catch any sound of a follow-up attack.

Kaeden jolted away when someone touched her head.

A hooded figure was sitting behind her, they gently lifted her head to rest on their lap and checked her pulse. Their face was concealed by a mask.

Their fingers trailed along the fresh, raw wounds, she would have objected but the fire in her body made her numb to any pain their touch caused. Suddenly the carefully investigating fingers stilled then pressed in on a particularly painful wound, the sensation of white fire burned in her neck, she screamed bloody murder.

"Ahsoka!" The hooded figure shouted.

The wolf stalked over to her, it was so much bigger than she thought it had been when it was looking down at her. Through the corner of her eye, she saw the hooded figure point out something. The wolf's lip curled up with the hint of a snarl.

It leaned in close, she could feel its hot, wet breath on her neck. It sniffed whatever was so interesting to these strangers.

Idly, Kaeden wondered if this hooded stranger was the same thing as the one who attacked her, they both had animals doing their bidding.

"What do you feel?"

She barely registered the words in her dazed, quickly bleeding out state, the stranger pressed her wound lightly. Kaeden couldn't even hold back the very undignified cry that ripped itself from her throat.

" …fire…" she choked out.

She could taste blood in the back of her mouth as the stranger and their beast exchanged a look.

She let her eyes close, she was getting colder and more exhausted as the moments passed, somewhere in her hazy mind, she recognized it as a symptom of blood loss, that she was going to die soon. She'd lost too much blood.

Something warm and damp pressed against her nose. She blinked open her eyes.

The wolf was standing over her, nose to nose while brilliantly blue gray eyes stared deep into hers.

There was something so human in those glowing eyes, Kaeden felt safe with this massive, deadly beast.

It was probably her dying brain.

"Don't worry, we'll take care of you."

She assumed that meant they'd take her body back home, to let her sister know what had happened.

Kaeden hummed absently, the wolf's eyes were so bright and so blue, she couldn't look away even as death pulled at her.

All she saw when the darkness overtook her was that brilliant blue.

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This idea is really fun and I think it possessed me cause I already got a chapter 2 started… gays are my jam and so are bats and wolfs.

I've got art ideas folks!

It's spooky season so I give you gay spookies.

Happy Kaesoka week everyone!

I hope you all have a good day, whatever that is for you!

VJS Out!

[ao3gobi17]

(SORRY FOR THE QUESTIONS IN ADVANCE, FORGIVE ME I AM FANGIRLING OVER YOU) (ALSO YOUR STORIES ON BTS ARE REALLY GOOD)

What would have happened if Spider escalated it after he said Quaritch isn't his father?

Do you think you would ever write headcanons of the recoms?

Do you think Spider could escape (I'm not asking you as the author, I'm asking you as if you were only a viewer and someone else had written the story)

Do you think we will ever have a chapter (or more) where it is in someone else's POV like Lyle, Quaritch, etc.?

Do you think Quaritch genuinely loves his kid?

Why do you think Lyle wainfleet acts like he has "join custody" as you wrote in the newest chapter?

Also and finally do you think the recoms could grow to love/like Spider eventually? (Also who do you think, if we could, out of the recoms, would help Spider escape?)

(I love questions, so its the opposite really and tyyyy 😭😭 You are the perfect fit for this account then, since I'm going to try to incorporate a bit of both fandoms!)

If Spider escalated it again? I don't think he could escalate it further really.. denying Q was his dad was about the worst and most painful thing he could say. I guess he could have kept repeating it and saying he hated him or tried to physically attack him, but I don't know that it would have done worse damage than was already done. For sure Q would have stayed on his rage spiral, which meant going after the Sullys and who knows what else after that!

I do probably plan to develop the recoms, or some of them anyway, but because I'm winging the fic it's hard to know right now lol. There will likely be some backstory snippets in Custody as I come up with stuff, but no full blown head cannons I imagine? We shall see though. Definitely no POV jumping, I don't think.

Do I think Spider can escape as a reader? Yeah, because it's a story, and he's the protagonist and on balance protagonists who make escape attempts succeed more than they should. But if we were talking a real-life scenario I'd say it's a lot less likely!

As I've done all Spider-POV so far it'll almost definitely stay that way. It also leaves questions over other character's motivations etc, which can be more interesting than just knowing!

I know that Quaritch thinks he genuinely loves his kid. So from his perspective 100%. As an outsider, I'd say you don't kidnap your kid unless there was some kind of emergency in which kidnapping your kid would save their life (or similar). He's not exactly putting Spider first here. That's not loving your kid. So it's a big no from me and a big yes from Quaritch, you can decide who you want to believe!

I'm riffing off the movie/other fics, but this guy loves Quaritch, looks up to him, worships him a bit. And I'll probably develop their back story in the fic, but he's also the right-hand-man/closest friend.. so Wainfleet is in a dynamic where he thinks very much of the 'us' (him and Q) more than he thinks about 'me'. And also, he's teasing Spider: he thinks he's puppy-cute and he enjoys antagonising him, so he's playing up some of that joint custody vibe for that reason too.

It really depends where the fic goes and I honestly only know where the chap I'm writing goes as it's outlined lol. So yeah, I think it's kind of canon now that they have to grow to have a soft spot for him if he spends a long period of time with them.. but who knows if that will happen! As for escaping.. right this second... oof.. I mean, none of them, but if I have to pick someone it would be Wainfleet... but only in the very specific scenario where he would be doing it 'for Quaritch' - like if Q lost it and was trying to kill Spider, I could see Wainfleet getting him out of there, but it would ultimately be for Q because he would know Q would come to his senses and be torn apart if he'd killed Spider. Hope that makes sense. I do not think that scenario would be likely to happen though, as Q is not likely to lose it to a point of trying to kill Spider (anyone else.. yes!)

Tyyyyyy <3

[stcrlghts]

Meet Cute

Prompt: literally no one asked for this. my own brain did it to me. 

Words: a whopping 1,773 

Author’s Note: um, i’ve never posted a fic before(??) on here. i’ve never even written a proper fic before. i’m not even a lin or hamilton blog (i apologize for that) but i’ve been obsessively reading a bunch of lin fanfics from some amazing people lately and it inspired me so i literally wrote this in like an hour and it sucks but. YEAH. huge thanks to @manuelmiranduh, @protecting-my-legacy, @fragmentofmymind, @alexanderhamllton, @musicalmiranda for being my inspirations. you guys are amazing and literally a blessing to my dash every day. 

Warnings: um, if you have a caffeine addiction?? + mild cursing. 

so here we go, i guess. enjoy my crappy lin manuel fanfic because he literally owns my soul now. i’ll probably do a second part because of how cliffhanger-y this ends. 

It was not unusual. This was the way it always happened. It was late evening or early morning and the coffee pot always broke. You’d just be busting your way through another term paper or bundle of notes to pass a final and it happened. You’d first pout and curse, loudly, before sighing and condemning yourself for your damned student budget and “why didn’t I splurge more for the better coffee maker?!” Tonight, you had a four-page paper about the history of journalism during war due at 8 AM in the morning. Instead of letting your anger get the best of you, you shrugged on a coat, packed up your laptop, and took your keys and wallet from the table near your apartment’s front door. This paper couldn’t finish itself and you couldn’t work without coffee. Therefore, a 24-hour coffee shop was your best bet and you happened to know where the best one in the city was.

A mere 15-minute walk in the melting snow later and you had found yourself in your second place of solace – the dim orange glow of the coffee place you frequented. Your closest friend had off tonight, but the manager had greeted you with a welcome hug and free cup of your favorite brew. You glanced around as your computer wakened itself and the coffee stirred the writing beast inside of you. Unlike normal, the shop wasn’t empty. In the corner just notched a few spots away from you, there was a man hunched over a notebook, scribbling something furiously. Every few seconds, you caught his mouth moving to mouth words as he wrote them down. His black hair was messy on his head, as if he’d just rolled from his bed and found himself here. His eyes screamed for some sleep, but you had a feeling his brain was much too wired to fulfill that need. You furrowed your brow, trying to make sense of this hauntingly alluring creature when you heard your name being called from the counter. Frowning, feeling like someone had just caught you staring, you turned in your chair, finding your other friend beckoning you from the back room. Finding your way through the maze of chairs and tables and almost bumping into the mystery man, you made it to your friend, who promptly grabbed your wrist and tugged you back with him.

“Y/N! Did I catch you staring at Boy Genius over there?”

Surprise captured whatever words had previously been in your vocabulary and you found yourself rolling your eyes before coming up with the suave answer you did.

“Um… Was I- I mean, I didn’t- Uh, no?”

Your friend rolled his eyes now, impatiently stomping one foot.

“Come on! You totally were checking him out. Don’t lie to me.”

Your brain, unable to form proper connections or words into sentences without its minutely dose of caffeine, failed you at this moment. Your friend overrode whatever words you were going to say.

“You need coffee, honey. Desperately.”

“That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?” You replied, a soft smile appearing on your lips.

“Yes. But I’m here to finally hook you and Boy Genius up!”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes! You two will be leaving here together by the end of the night if it’s the last thing I ever do!”

Your eyes widened with a certain type of surprised fear and it becomes apparent to you why you should have splurged on that more expensive coffee pot in the first place.

“Jesse, you don’t get it! I’m a nervous wreck because y’all are basically pumping caffeine right into my veins and I have this paper due and, oh my god, you can’t do this to me! I literally hate you right now.”

Jesse didn’t laugh. In fact, he looked stern. He didn’t look shocked that you hated him because he knew you didn’t.

“Y/N, you will get that paper done. And Boy Genius will help you! And you’ll go home to his place, or yours but yours is a mess so take my word on this, and you’ll wake up in his bed and you’ll see him again tomorrow and the next day and spend weekends with him and meet his parents and fall in love and get married and I’ll be there at the wedding with my handsome stud of a boyfriend or husband by then and I’ll be saying it’s totally and completely my work of bringing you two together and you won’t hate me then!”

You couldn’t help it then. You burst out a laugh so loud and so rambunctious it was as if the coffee and this type of cruel humor had unlocked a beast within you and you had to get it out by laughing.

You laughed with Jesse. Then you gave in, for the sake of at least getting out of this mad house.

“Okay. I’ll do it, I’ll be a pawn in your chess game. But first I need to know about him.”

Jesse shook his head defiantly.

“No! You learn everything from him. It’s the rule.”

“Goddammit, I guess I’m meeting this man tonight instead of finishing my paper. Thanks Jesse, you just dropped my score in class by an automatic 2 or 3 points. My perfect GPA, ruined.”

You faked a sad smile before turning completely serious.

“Jesse? How do I look?”

He turned to you with one raised eyebrow, his eyes scanning your distressed jeans, powder blue tee, and light grey coat.

“Honey, your curls are seriously diminished,” was all he said before exiting the storage room.

“My hair is not curly!” you huffed, but checked your back pocket for your phone anyway. You checked your hair in the camera and found that, yes, your hair had developed a few curls since your late afternoon shower earlier that day. Sighing, you decided there was nothing you could do but take the hair tie from your wrist and pull your hair up. Once you were somewhat presentable, you left the back room. Jesse found your eye and gave you a thumbs up before he called out a name for coffee pickup.

As you walked back to your table, your eyes trained on the floor and your mind turning itself over backwards to think of ways to greet this guy, you felt your body bump into something in front of it. You shook your head before peering upwards. In front of you stood the man you had been worrying about since you came in this shop. Your eyes widened in shock as he picked up the books you had knocked from his hands. Your mouth formed a small O before you bent down to help him.

Your eyes grazed the titles, finding an assortment of political biographies, sheet music booklets, and old hip hop CDs. As you reached down to pick up a biography on… Alexander Hamilton of all people, his hand reached for the same book. Seeing as you had picked it up first, his hand flattened in a gesture, a question asking you to hand it to him. You did as you were asked and tried to stand up. Instead, you felt a strong hand on your shoulder, holding you down in place. You questioned this and, as you tried to stand again, the man’s face came level with yours, just inches away. His eyes, brown and kind and obviously exhausted, met yours as an award-winning beam came to his face before it disappeared again.

“So, you know Jesse?” He averted your eyes when he asked you this, a shy grin coming to his face now but not as dazzling as the large smile you had seen just seconds before.

This question shocked you, but you answered by nodding yes, your head moving slowly like it was weighed down by a heavy object balanced on top of it.

“You must be her, then. He’s been trying to set me up with you for months.” He chuckled now and the sparkling light of the original smile returned. You blinked, unaware of what he’d just said.

“Wait, what? He’s been –” You repeated, unsure of where this conversation was going.

“Trying to set us up? Yes. For months.” He was still smiling and the effect was immobilizing to you. He moved his hand off your shoulder to push some long hair out of his face.

You smiled now, eased by the warming, home-y comfort of his large smile, and finally came up with your first coherent, sensible reply since you’d walked in here tonight.

“So, maybe I can finally learn your name then? Jesse absolutely held back all details earlier and I’ve been wondering.”

He kept grinning, his eyes boring into yours as if trying to search for a hidden gem, or truth, that you refused to give up.

“Why don’t I get yours first? I noticed you long before you noticed me.”

You smirked, “What proof is there to that?”

Looking at you kind of sideways with his head now tilted, he began to list his reasons.

“One, I’ve known for months that Jesse has been trying to get us together. Two, I already know your major. Three, I even know your favorite drink. And finally, four, I’m just right.”

You laughed now, the noise bringing the stunning smile back to his lips. “Okay. I’ll tell you mine. But only if we can stand up first. My knee is starting to hurt from this crouching.”

The man grimaced, as if suddenly realizing the mistake this was, and stood. When you had finished straightening your back, you found yourself blushing. This close of contact with the opposite gender had never been your strong suit or favorite thing. But, and you weren’t sure why you were inclined to make this assumption, you felt this man had a mystery to him and you wanted it to be your life’s new mission to be the solution to his mystery.

The man that now stood in front of you reached a height much above your own. Odd, considering you’d gotten used to being the tallest girl at most of your social functions and in school. But at your stature of 5 feet, 7 inches, you didn’t compare to this guy.

You stuck out your hand in the space now made between your bodies.

“I’m Y/N.”

Grinning, he stuck his hand out to meet yours. Pumping twice, he said, “Lin. Very nice to meet you.”

You both released from your awkward handshake greeting. Reaching up to tuck a loose piece of hair behind your ear, you blushed again.

Lin, watching you, only smiled before chuckling.

“So, what now?”

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

I’d love anything Jake and Ronnie soulmate wise or fantasy wise if you’re up for it! Maybe even alpha/omega if you’re interested in writing it

Cassidy my darling, my star - soulmate AUs kill me softly and so does fantasy stuff! I'm so excited to write these up!! I won't do the omegaverse AU....mostly cause I don't understand it that well and it is always too Sexy (sorry!!). I hope you enjoy these as much as I enjoyed writing them!

Soulmate AU

I picked the one where your soulmate's first words to you appear on your skin when you turn 16 or whatever....I just think that one's neat

Like, can you imagine? She wakes up on her sixteenth birthday, ready and prepared to see something like "hi" on her wrist like her friend from school or maybe something more sweet like her mom's tattoo that said "here, let me help you with that."

But no. Instead, she wakes up to what feels like an entire novel written on basically her entire inner forearm.

It's a pickup line. A cheesy one at that.

What was supposed to be the best birthday ever was now possibly the worst day of her life. She cries to her mom for hours. There was no way she could cover this up - everyone would be asking about it. Her friends try not to laugh, but they really can't help it.

For the rest of her high school career she wears long sleeves no matter how hot it is - and when people ask about her soulmate tattoo she always makes up some lie so she doesn't have to show it to them.

Once she turns 18, though, she gets other tattoos all over to distract from the massive paragraph on her arm. By the time she hits 21 she's completely covered and now not so ashamed of her soulmate tattoo. People can barely make it out around the rest of her colorful ink anyway. She wears short-sleeves for the first time in years.

Eventually, she starts working at The Hard Deck - a bar on a military base where her brother is stationed.

And it's here that she hears pretty much every pickup line under the sun thrown her way. But none of them are The One. The words written on her skin are inked into her memory.

But then, someone finally freaking says it when her back is turned, cleaning up a table covered in peanut shells: "Are you a magician? It's the strangest thing, but every time I look at you, everyone else disappears."

And it doesn't register for her at first. She just rolls her eyes, barely even looks at the guy before saying: "Please stop."

Then her back straightens and she finally turns around. He looks just about as stunned as she feels. He's a fighter pilot, Ken doll handsome, Lieutenant, blonde, and green-eyed. Then she narrows her eyes at him and says, "You son of a bitch."

It's military regulation to have your soulmate tattoo covered with a special band until you actually meet your soulmate to avoid distractions in the workplace. She goes for the cloth wrapped around his wrist and rips it off. Sure enough, "please stop" is scrawled in tiny letters on the inside of his wrist.

"You son of a bitch!" she repeats it again and he just laughs.

"I'm Jake Seresin - your soulmate."

"Ronnie Bradshaw. I've dreamed of meeting you since I was sixteen." he has the nerve to smirk. "so i could slap you across the face. this pickup line is AWFUL."

She doesn't end up slapping him across the face. But they do find a secluded booth at the back of the bar and talk the rest of the night. She thumbs the words on his wrist and he asks about all her other tattoos.

He goes home with her that night and all of the other pilots notice his soulmate band is missing.

Fantasy AU

King Thomas Kazansky has been ruling the kingdom of Marimar for nearly 100 years, his general is Lord Peter Mitchell, and his nephew, Prince Bradley Bradshaw, is set to rule in his place when he passes

That just leaves Princess Veronica, happy-go-lucky and longing for an adventure like she reads in her books.

The king's health is failing, and there is not much that human medicine can do. But Princess Veronica has read about fairies that live in the far south, on a mountain covered in mist and waterfalls, that could cure her beloved uncle and king.

No one believes her, stating that fairies don't actually exist.

She sneaks out of the castle and goes out on her own to find the fairies herself, knowing that is the only way to save the king.

Her brother and Maverick want to find her, but they can't leave the castle with the way the king is currently, so they send a trusted knight to go find the princess and bring her back home.

A Sir Jacob Seresin - a trusted and skillful knight that feels a bit like a babysitter once he's told what his mission is. But it's important to the kingdom, so he'll keep his grumblings to himself and go find the princess.

Does he find her being captured by ogres? Uh...yeah, he does. It doesn't give him great confidence that she's capable, but once she's freed from her bonds she does help him take one of the ogres out.

She is determined to continue on her quest though, telling him that she'll have to be bound and gagged back to the castle in order to be stopped.

He literally is about to just throw her on the back of his horse, absolutely tired of her shenanigans, when they're visited by a fairy.

So Sir Jacob is convinced to help the princess with her quest

They travel south, find the fairies, go through many perils, probably have a misunderstanding in there, and fall in LOVE along the way.

In the end, the king is saved by the fairies' magic, Princess Veronica becomes ambassador to the fairy kingdom, and she of course marries her knight in shining armor.

okay these were so freaking fun, the fantasy one especially. i love the way that one turned out. it sounds so sweet 🥺

[rendevousz]

not a secret anymore

natasha romanoff x fem!teen!reader

summary: nat reveals a secret to the public when your class takes a learning journey to the tower.

requested: yes

warnings: might come off as half assed writing because this probably is one of my worst works i'm so sorry 😭😭

word count: 1681

notes: i'm so sorry i haven't been writing much, i've recently just gotten extremely busy so i had no time to sit down and write (this one was literally written between all the short breaks i had 😫) and i have a few requests piling up so i hope you guys can understand if they come later <3

"hi, y/n!" ally, an agent, greeted you as you, along with your classmates, walked through the east wing hallway of the tower. your classmates—except for peter, ned and mj— turned to look at you with confused looks.

your class was having a learning journey at the avengers tower and you had contemplated on calling in sick to avoid people who worked in the tower acknowledging you around your classmates.

you were actually an avenger—yeah, crazy—, having been rescued during one of the many avengers' hostage rescue missions few years ago. you were able to single-handedly take down a few of your captors, hence why the team took interest in you then.

now, though you had been trained enough, they decided to keep you a secret in order to protect you. lord knows how many people would try hurt you if they ever found out the avengers had a new, teenage recruit. peter was technically still safe as his alter-ego is masked so you had no choice but to only go on missions that weren't in the public eye.

you also lived in the tower so the agents and staff were undoubtedly familiar with you, some even friends with you, just like ally, who had just passed by with a wave of her hand at you before turning the corner.

"did that lady just acknowledge you?" an annoying voice spoke from beside you in a mocking tone. you gulped, not wanting to respond to flash's irrelevant question.

"hey, loser, i'm talking to you," he nudged your arm with his elbow and you held the urge to grab it and flip his whole body upside down. it's not like you couldn't—you had the skills, obviously— but it's the fact that you didn't want to get in trouble for that.

you ended up keeping quiet, like you always did whenever the boy taunted you. peter taught you to do just that. if it were up to you, flash's stupid face wouldn't even dare to show itself in front of you anymore.

speaking of peter, he was nowhere to be seen by now. you internally rolled your eyes. it had only been two minutes and they were already gone. peter was probably showing them around the place. you had no idea how your teacher didn't notice the three of them missing from your group. you were so going to kill them for ditching you and leaving you alone when they knew they were your only friends. they were also the reason why flash still had his head to this day because they'd stop you from doing anything rash. now you weren't sure if flash would be safe from your fury.

"you probably work here as a cleaner on the weekends or something, huh? that's the only way people here would know you," flash jeered. you let out a breath, trying to control your anger towards the boy.

you rolled your eyes, opting to deliberately ignore his insults and walk away instead, hoping you'll bump into those three idiots of friends of yours.

"did you just ignore me?" flash asked incredulously, as if it was a crime to ignore his annoying ass. he pulled you back by your back collar, effectively halting you in your spot.

by instinct, you grabbed his hand that was on your collar, twisting it and turning his whole body around, pinning him against the wall with his twisted arm pressed against his back. it happened in just two seconds which totally caught flash off guard, the boy groaning in pain as he begged you to let him free.

you could hear a series of gasps from all around you and you internally groaned. this is why you always ignored flash's taunting. you didn't want to attract attention to yourself and have people wonder how you could defend yourself so well. but flash just had to provoke you. especially here, out of all places.

"what's going on here?" you heard a familiar voice ask and you sighed.

"oh my gosh! it's the black widow!"

"miss romanoff!"

"oh my gosh, i'm gonna need to get a picture for my mum later, she's gonna freak out!"

you stepped away from flash, releasing him as he dramatically kept rubbing at his arm. as if you even put that much pressure. flash smirked, seeing this as a chance to complain about you to an official avenger.

"this girl right here," flash points an accusing finger at you with a glare, like he wasn't just practically begging for his life twenty seconds ago. "attacked me."

you rolled your eyes, unamused. "i hardly attacked him." you told nat. the woman turned to you, an eyebrow raised as she gave you a knowing look. "this...?" she trailed off and you nodded, knowing what she was insinuating. you'd told her about flash one too many times for her not to immediately figure out who he is from a crowd of students.

"flash thompson. heard a lot about you," she turned to the boy. flash's face lit up, thinking he must've made a name for himself or something that even the black widow knew him. little did he know he did, but not for good reasons.

"i would prefer if you stop messing with y/n/n." nat gave him a sharp look and that grin was immediately wiped off his face. "i– y/n/n?" he stuttered, confused that the natasha romanoff is calling you by a nickname.

"you do know she can kick your ass if she wanted to, right? she's been silent all this while because she didn't want to hurt you but you just never seem to learn, huh?" nat took slow, calculated steps towards him until she was towering over him.

"she doesn't need anyone to protect her because she's fully capable of that but i'm just here to warn you, kid, that she, is not to be meddled with. i'm saying this for your own good, flash thompson. she's capable of much worse than whatever she just did to you. so if i hear you messing around with her or any of her friends," she pauses before continuing with a whisper. "i'll close one eye on whatever she wants to do with you."

you wished you could've taken a picture of the dead scared look on flash's face; it was priceless. you turned to nat once she stepped away from him and she put an arm around your shoulder, leading you both away from the watching crowd.

"i–i'm sorry, miss romanoff," you could hear one of your teachers say and nat stopped, effectively stopping you too as she had you in her hold. "but miss y/l/n is on a learning journey with us and she'll miss the tour of the tower if she leaves with you. we'll be discussing a lot regarding this trip in class and she won't understand what we talk about if she misses this tour. i hope you understand." he spoke nervously.

"with all due respect, y/n's seen the whole tower already," she smiles at him but you could tell it was fake. "even the avengers' residential floors which are closed to the public and most employees of the tower."

your teacher looked at her wide-eyed, mouth open but nothing coming out. nat smiles a fake one once again. "now if you'll excuse us, the both of us have avenger duties to attend to."

gasps could be heard all around you and in the midst of it all, your best friends came back and you made eye contact with them, all of them having the same shocked look on their face.

"avenger duties?! nat, what are you doing?!" you whisper-yelled at the woman who seemed to be enjoying the reactions of your classmates and teachers.

"y/n!" peter ran over to you, your other friends following suit. "oh, um hi miss romanoff," he greets shyly. "thanks a lot, guys, look what happened." you spoke sarcastically, rolling your eyes at them. nat proceeded to drag you away from your friends and the last thing you saw was them mouthing apologies and you half-heartedly mouthing to them back that it was fine.

"relax, y/n/n, the public were about to find out soon anyways." nat said nonchalantly. "what?!" you exclaimed once you two were in a different hallway.

"yeah, you're gonna have press this weekend for this. we're gonna officially announce you to the world as an avenger." she once again says nonchalantly, as if this wasn't the first time you were hearing this. "wait, wait, wait, seriously?" you asked in disbelief. no one had told you anything.

"yeah, i—ohh yeah, you don't know yet," nat remembers and you give her an unimpressed look. she wasn't usually this dumb; she only showed this side of her to you. "sorry, i uh, yeah.. i was supposed to come get you for this. meeting with fury and the rest, yknow?" she tells you and you nodded slowly, taking in the information.

"but tell me it didn't feel good that you got to do that to flash," the woman states excitedly and you playfully rolled your eyes at her. "you got to do something. i'm practically an empty threat to him," you stated matter-of-factly.

"not after this weekend you're not. he'll be afraid of you after. that's what you get for being a smelly bully." you couldn't help the little smile on your face. she really sounded like a child right now and it was adorable.

"alright, natty, whatever you say. let's go before fury releases his fury." you look at her hopefully, waiting for her to laugh at your joke which she responded with an unimpressed look. that of course didn't work as you two burst out laughing looking at each other's faces.

you walked alongside her, the woman resting an arm around your shoulder. you smiled up at her as she talked about her day.

god, you couldn't wait to be able to finally walk out in public with these people you considered family.

taglist <3

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[elytrafemme]

hi mare :D hope you're doin well! i abandoned my homework to read this chapter and i will say that every time i do this it proves to be a much better decision than actually doing my homework

CS!BENCHTRIO CHAPTER LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOO

these are some of my favorite dialogue lines ever i think, im literally fucking dying /pos and i know that im about to put so many here but i dont care cause i need them all in one concentrated spot, even if it makes things a little out of order.

"What's the point of even having him over then? He's our little baker boy. Our little bread man. Life is worthless."

"Ranboo doesn't play the drums, he is not my Little Drummer Boy, but he can be my Boy."

"The Depression Boys! Tommy and the Depression Boys! We write songs about depression and girls, still. Maybe the girls have depression, too."

"I know, but it is okay. me and my many wives all take Prozac."

"Who is, uh," Ranboo pauses. "Who is Matt?"

"My wife."

"... Okay."

"What are you two feeling right now? Tell me your feelings. I am a licensed clinical therapist. What is the worst thing that has ever happened to you?..."

"You say long words, but they cannot hurt me, bitch!"

i love cs!tommy with my whole heart. he is so fucking stupid and he means so much to me.

also for the thousandth time, you are so good at writing c!tommy. like you genuinely give him the most accurate dialogue i've ever seen with it all still being original, and i really enjoy that. it's incredibly impressive.

this dead phone business is a little suspicious if you ask me.. i sense a callback in my future...

"Tubbo was my boy. Then I kidnapped him and now he is my brother."

CS!CLINGYDUO :((((((((

"Ranboo just has an infectious sort of happiness. It's sort of rare to see, Tubbo's gathering. But, well. Tubbo would like to see that sort of all the time on Ranboo. Happiness is a good look for him."

what if i cried

no but actually to elaborate just a little, watching the development of their relationship is absolutely wonderful, as is watching each of them wish for the other one's happiness and overall wellbeing. the whole "he deserves it all" kinda thing, and then also in that way, sort of acknowledging that they're important to each other. its kind of excruciating at times cause its usually preceded or immediately followed by a moment of self-deprecation, but it's still super enjoyable.

ALSO! also. them both trying to put a name to their feelings. i eat that shit up every goddamn time. they don't know what it is yet but I DO. i do. cs!beeduo my beloveds, you are both so repressive and also slightly ignorant but i love you both still

"Tubbo, I am going to kill you," Tommy says, heavily breathing for emphasis.

"I'll tear your bones from your flesh tonight!" Tubbo replies cheerfully.

ah i love wii sports <3 it really brings out the best in everyone, doesn't it?

"... Anyway. Two, Techno told me I croquet 'okay' sweaters, ..."

UMM??? DOES TOMMY CROCHET IN THIS FIC?????? that's genuinely my favorite c!tommy hc of all time. I need to know if this means he does crochet. this is vital information.

okay something i noticed, in like three or so consecutive paragraphs, Tubbo uses the phrase "and everything" when narrating. i was wondering, was that intentional to indicate that he's picked up some of Ranboo's mannerisms, or is it just because you've picked them up from cc!Ranboo (i've done that too so i won't fault you for it if its the second one lmao)?

holy shit mood change

fuck.

i don't have any idea what to say about the Quackity and Tubbo phone call. im still reeling from it honestly. the buildup was incredibly well-written. like the way it was presented and everything. absolutely stunning.

also i was fucking right about the dead phone, but apparently it was at the cost of Tubbo's emotional and mental wellbeing.

also, dear tumblr user mare nightmare-rivulets, if you hurt my boy over this for too long i will ensure that you meet your inevitable demise.

<3

anyway! fantastic chapter as per usual. you never cease to amaze me and also i know i am just a silly little person on the internet but i would like to take the time to say that i am proud of you. just kinda for continuing cs and everything, posting a chapter even if you're nervous about it, etc. it's something that a lot of people really enjoy and i know that that can be incredibly intimidating. well done.

i think i've missed a few things but honestly its fine, i made this one incredibly lengthy cause i felt the need to put every quote from the fic in here apparently, but know that i loved all of this chapter, even the parts i didn't mention.

i hope you have a wonderful rest of your day/night/whenever you read this, and as always, i'm looking forward to the next chapter :)

HFJHFHJFD HOMEWORK IS IMPORTANT BUT ALSO... i do put off like an hour of time to post CS instead of doing my hw so i can't blame you very hard can i?

YES <333 IT'S YOUR BOYS!

your love for cs!tommy makes me so happy. he's my Guy like i would walk through hell for him. he's everything to me. and he's so fucking stupid but so kind and so funny and i just love him i'm so glad i can write him and that people like him

i really really appreciate that; all of what i said still standing, cs!tommy has become one of the hardest to write despite being the easiest in terms of dialogue and the like. i'm glad that i'm doing a good job with him, it means so much.

you are too smart for my foreshadowing huh

HEHE I'M SO GLAD THAT LINE GOT TO PEOPLE!!! i have this specific weak spot (which this chapter displays twice) of characters who are not technically siblings calling each other siblings. which happens a lot with cs!clingyduo but just... i am weak for it. my cousin called me his sister once and i think i never recovered and bam 100k words later JDFHHJFjhf

the dramatic irony of watching cs!beeduo try to interpret their relationship is both agonizing and emotional. i feel like a proud parent whenever they get slightly closer to identifying it but then they get scared because they don't want to fuck this up and ultimately to them the friendship is more important than discovering what lurks underneath which already says a lot, but they just get so terrified of exploring their feelings. something that will continue to pop up in both of their POVs is that there is this very real fear in the face of trauma to make any other part of your life unstable. this hits cs!ranboo especially in a lot of ways including this, but for both of them, they don't want to risk losing something stable when they have so little left.

THEY'RE SO COMPETITIVE LMFAOOOO my family is NOT this competitive so idk the experience but like. really had something possess my body as i wrote it

OKAY I'LL BE HONEST I. i think that i wrote in him crocheting because i knew you liked the hc + other people had talked about it with c!tommy but i don't. know anything about it or like. remember even writing it in? but yes i think after a certain event in his life cs!tommy took up crocheting as something to cope with and keep his hands busy :]

i wish i was that clever with it but unfortunately no i just pick up ranboo's dialogue FDJHFDHJ it's absolute hell trying to differentiate their prose sometimes but that's such a good catch :] missed it in editing but ya!

i want you to know your single "fuck." gave me the best possible serotonin rush because that is genuinely what i wanted the response to be. seeing people saying "what the fuck" and "Oh my God" to the ending of the chapter is the best thing i could have asked for honestly

thank you for the compliment! thank you also for the threat but i assure you i have like 5 targets on my back at the moment cs!tubbo will be okay! eventually <3 i still got, what, 27 chapters left?

thank you so so much always liv <3 this is so so kind it means the world to me. thank you for these little asks. they mean more than u know

[diamondcitydarlin]

In reference to your previous post about Sy*ki but holy shit

'it just feels like loki was unashamedly remolded into a different character' and 'and in that way just feels like the product of a wishfulfillment fanfic'

Are you aware you have quite literally boiled down Loki to one of it's funniest core issues that I desperately hope you're aware of: It was based on the lead writer's self-insert script. I am not joking, Waldron wrote a script about a time-travelling male lead who can be easily argued to be a self-insert and about his fantasy woman being the coolest most kick-ass bestest woman ever but just can't help but love him and fall for his amazing male charms! For some reason !

Somebody found this script, and it turns out the entire Loki show is based on it, right down to having a President Loki counterpart. I can't remember the exact title, but it's something very similar to: 'the worst man in the universe and the woman who came to kill him.'

It's somewhere online and linked in a tumblr post somewhere, and god I wish I could find it for you.

Loki literally is a different character bc he's Waldron's fantasy man, doing nothing but still getting the blazing hot woman (Sylvie) bc women just can't resist him. I really hope you knew about this fact beforehand, or this is going to be a tragic anon to read.

Haha no worries anon, I'm not only aware of this script but I have (quite unfortunately) read it and as I do voiceover/narration work from time to time I've been tempted to do a funny dramatic reading of it lol but it really does enrage me and idk that this work, however laughably bad, is worth any of my time or energy so...probably won't do that. Might be funny tho.

Now, the truth is, there are elements of this screenplay that can work (though there aren't many and most of it is misogynist self unaware garbage). While Waldron didn't invent the TVA, he did provide inspo for the time-traveling story concept to be implemented in such a way that Loki could slot in...though the comics technically do the same thing, but I can't expect execs at Marvel Studios to uhm...*checks notes* be at all familiar with the comics themselves. I guess what I'm saying is, his script provided the inspo template they apparently needed to put all these pieces together, even though they all existed prior and could've been accessible with even just a cursory look at a wikipedia page for their own source material- but ANYWAY!

I also love the concept of President Loki, I think it can work well and I've outlined how I would've best implemented him in a story arc that would also address variant!Loki's character growth (that is to say that I would've started by giving him more than 5 secs of screentime lol). There is definitely some little bits of useful scrap here and there in this junkheap of a screenplay (that most certainly would've been ridiculed and rejected and shredded and deleted to hell had it been written by anyone not in Michael's demographic / sphere of influence) that can be salvaged into a story that is actually relevant to Loki.

But no one was interested in doing that, least of all Mike, who I'm sure has never had to suffer a shred of doubt in his life about this screenplay and felt fully entitled to pushing forward with the story as it was because fuck Loki, really, he's got a story to tell. Not a good one, and certainly not one that's going to appeal to most people who enjoy this character and will be tuning in, but fuck 'em, right? Why should he care?

Anyway, I'm glad that Owen and Tom did at least.

[cocastyle]

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Pairing - Bill Denbrough x reader

Word Count - 4,756

A/N - I’ve only been on my trip to the Caymans for a day and they are already going to be closing the airports in less than a week. yay me. but school is officially out for the rest of the month so I should have a ton more free time to write. not too excited about that though cause it’s my senior year and I’m afraid I’m going to miss out on a lot of the things I was looking forward to doing as a senior :(( anyways, how is everyone doing with the virus going on? I hope everyone is healthy and okay! enjoy this chapter!

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Y/N Uris had thought her parents divorce would be the biggest surprise she got that summer. Then came the killer clown turning into her worst nightmares and the Losers Club breaking up. But nothing could prepare her for almost a month after the incident when she opened the door someone had been furiously knocking on to find Bill Denbrough standing there.

The sight of him was enough to knock the air from her lungs, her eyes widening in surprise while Bill stared at her in equal shock with his hand still frozen in the air like he was about to knock on the door again.

"Bill?" Y/N whispered, her eyes flickering over the boy in shock because she still couldn't quite believe her eyes. She hadn't talked to Bill in a month. What was he doing here?

"Y/N," Bill breathed out, trying desperately to calm his frantically beating heart. How was it that just the mere sight of her was able to send his nerves into overdrive and make his brain go fuzzy when only moments before he had been the most confident he had ever been?

"What are you. . .what are you doing here?" Y/N asked, swallowing thickly as she looked to the boy in worry. "Is something wrong? Are you okay?"

Bill swore he about swooned at that. For even after the way they had ended things and a month of not talking, she was still concerned for his wellbeing.

It took him a moment before he was able to snap back to reality and he nodded his head, finally letting his hand fall back down to his side. "Yes, I'm. . .I'm fine. B-B-But Beverly is not," he said making the girl tense, her eyes widening once again.

"Beverly? What's wrong with Beverly?" Y/N questioned, now on high alert.

"I-I-I went to go visit her because I needed some advice about s-s-something, but when I got there it was like no one was home. I don't know how it h-h-happened but I ended up going towards the bathroom and I found a message wr-wr-written in blood on the wall," Bill explained while Y/N stared at him in horror, her mouth going dry while her stomach began to grow queasy. The young girl shook her head slightly, not wanting Bill to say the words that she knew he was about to say.

"It's got Beverly, Y/N. It has her."

Y/N didn't respond for a moment and Bill had never been more terrified in his life wondering what she was going to do next. Would she slam the door in his face? Maybe laugh? Would she even want to help? Who was he kidding, of course she would want to help. He was just wondering if she would forgive him or not.

"I'll go tell Stanley and then we can go get the others," Y/N finally said, nodding her head slightly as she let out a shaky breath. She didn't care if she was scared or not. Beverly was in trouble and Y/N would always do whatever it takes to keep her friends safe.

Bill barely had time to get over his surprise before Y/N was turning to head back into the house and find Stan. However, she hadn't even taken a step before Bill's hand suddenly lunged out, gently grasping onto the girl's wrist and causing her to jump in surprise before turning to look at him with a soft yet questioning look on her face.

"Bill?" Y/N whispered, her eyes flickering over his face in confusion.

Bill merely stared at her with his mouth opening and closing for a moment as he tried to gather his thoughts. It took a second but he finally managed to swallow his nerves before he whispered, "I'm sorry."

Y/N froze at that and Bill looked down at the ground as he gently moved his hand from the girl's wrist to her hand. He used both of his hands to hold onto it tight as he began to speak.

"I'm s-s-sorry for what happened a month ago. Me risking your life and the lives of our fr-fr-friends wasn't cool and I'm sorry for the way that I acted. S-S-Seeing you walk away from me that day was the worst feeling in the world and n-n-not having you by my side for the past month was just as bad. I'm just. . .I'm s-s-so sorry," Bill muttered, his voice shaky as he gripped onto the girl's hands.

Y/N was silent for a moment as she stared at the boy, her gaze softening more and more by the second before she let out a small sigh and lunged out to wrap her arms around the boy. Bill stumbled back slightly, but managed to steady himself before looking down to see Y/N hugging him tightly with her head against his chest.

"I'm sorry too," she whispered. "For everything."

Bill blinked in surprise before melting into the girl's hold and wrapping his arms around her. He laid his head on top of hers and held her as close to his body as possible, squeezing his eyes shut tightly like he was afraid he would open them only to find that Y/N was gone.

Both of them could've stood there forever in each other's arms, relishing in the feeling of getting to hold each other once again, but they knew that their friend's life was at stake so they hesitantly pulled away to look at each other.

Bill kept his arms wrapped around the girl's waist while Y/N's hands fell down to rest on his arms. The two stared at each other and couldn't help but blush at just how close they were. Bill could feel his heart beating furiously in his chest and he desperately hoped Y/N couldn't hear it, but if anyone could, it wouldn't have been Y/N for hers was beating just as loud.

"I've missed you," Y/N finally admitted, her words making Bill's stomach erupt with butterflies while an effortless grin appeared on his face in response.

"I've missed you too," he whispered, the two's noses brushing against each other once before both realized that they had to pull away.

Reluctantly, the two pulled away and Bill dropped his hold from the girl. Y/N gave him the softest of smiles and Bill returned it before the girl turned and went to go get her cousin.

She returned moments later with Stan by her side and before they knew it, Bill and Stan were hugging as well, both boys happy to have their friend back by their side. Y/N couldn't help but smile as she watched the two, knowing that these little reunions were about to happen for each of her friends as they slowly got back together again.

The Loser's Club was officially back in business.

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Y/N wasn't quite sure what to feel as she rode down the street on her cousin's bike with the Losers by her side. Reuniting with her friends was probably the happiest she had ever felt in her life, but it was all off for the simple reason that Beverly wasn't there.

Y/N had missed them all and if the hugs she had received in return weren't proof enough that they had missed her too, then she wasn't sure what could prove that. Having already reconciled with Bill, Richie, and Eddie, that left only Ben and Mike for Y/N to reunite with and boy had she missed those two.

Mike hugged her as if he was afraid of losing her again which maybe he was seeing as from the stories he had told Y/N, he hadn't really had any friends up until the Losers Club. The moment she saved him from Bowers was the first act of kindness anyone in the town had shown him, so to say he had missed the girl was an understatement.

Then came Ben who, as the new kid in town, didn't have anyone else except for the Losers. They were without a doubt his best friends and he had even teared up out of pure relief once the other Losers had shown up on his doorstep and Y/N had pulled him in for a hug.

But now that they were all together again, minus Beverly who they were on their way to save, the group was biking through the small town of Derry on their way to the Well House to save their friend.

Mike had been smart enough to bring the gun he used for killing sheep and that plus the fact that she had her friends by her side were the only source of comfort Y/N looked to as the group came to a stop in front of the Well House.

For a moment it was like she was seeing herself running out of the house again, soaking wet with a bloody bandage wrapped around her calf and a screaming Eddie by her side while her friends ran out behind her. The thought was enough to make her gulp as she hesitantly got off Stan's bike, her cousin following suit before putting his bike stand up.

The last time Y/N had been here she swore she would never go into the house again, but now look at her.

She was hesitant to move as her friends all began to walk forward, but one nudge from her cousin had the girl turning back to see her curly haired best friend giving her a small reassuring smile as he linked his arm with hers. That was enough to give her the small push she needed and the two Uris cousins took in shaky breaths before walking after their friends and onto the property of the Well House.

"Guys, spikes," Bill announced as he noticed two metal poles with spikes on the end lying on the ground. He bent down to pick the objects up and, as he did, Eddie removed his fanny pack and tossed it aside as if it were nothing.

Y/N looked to her friend in surprise and Eddie just gave her a small smile before saying, "It's all bullshit anyways." Y/N gave him a questioning look and couldn't help but chuckle as she turned her attention back to Bill, the others all circling around.

Bill looked at the two metal poles before putting them together. He then stood up and stared at the weapon for a moment before looking to Y/N and holding it out for her. The girl lightly shook her head before pushing the weapon back to Bill. "I trust you more with that than me," she said, a small teasing manner in her voice that made Bill smile ever so slightly.

He gave her a tiny nod and opened his mouth to say something when the sound of glass shattering had the group turning to see that Richie had smashed a beer bottle onto the stairs. It was obvious he was hoping it would break and turn into a weapon, but all it did was break it so that it was even more useless than when it was a full bottle.

Richie stared at the broken bottle for a moment before looking to his friends. Y/N had to let go of her cousin in order to cover her mouth and middle her laughter, but Richie saw and sent her a small playful glare before throwing the bottle to the side.

Bill shook his head slightly at his friend before looking towards the house. "Let's go," he told them before he began to walk forward, the others quickly following in line behind him.

Y/N reached the door at the same time as Bill and went to open it only to hesitate with her fingers just above the door handle. Bill's eyes flickered from the girl's hand to her face, his gaze softening slightly at the hint of fear that was beginning to take over her. He could see her shaking hand and the sight of it made his heart drop.

Bill didn't even hesitate before reaching out and pulling Y/N's hand away from the doorknob so that he could interlock their fingers together. "Hey, it's okay. I won't let anything happen to you," Bill whispered to her reassuringly, the girl's eyes flickering over to lock with his as he spoke. He gave her probably one of the most sincerest looks he had ever given her and squeezed her hand as he whispered, "I'll protect you."

Y/N let her eyes flicker over the boy's face before she tightened her grip on his hand. Then, with a small nod from the girl, Bill reached out and unlocked the door before pushing it open.

The group then began to walk inside, making sure to climb over the wooden boards covering part of the doorway as they did. However, they didn't get far in before Y/N turned around to find that her cousin was still standing outside.

"Stanley?" Y/N questioned, stopping in her tracks and making the others stop as well.

"Stan, we all have to go," Bill insisted, his voice soft as he gave his friend a sympathetic look. He knew how afraid the boy must be which is why he didn't bother stopping Y/N when she let go of his hand to go over to her cousin.

If anyone could convince the boy to come into the house, it would be her. Bill had heard plenty of stories about her through Stan and it was obvious that the curly haired boy trusted her with his life.

"Stanley," Y/N softly said as she came to a stop on the other side of the door. The only thing separating the two cousins was the doorframe, but even that felt like a huge distance.

Stan let his eyes flicker over to his cousin, gulping slightly as he shook his head. "I can't do it, Y/N," he whispered, his voice shaky. "I can't."

"But Beverly was right," Y/N told him making the boy freeze as he stared at her in a way that screamed for her to give him one good reason why he should go inside. "If we split up like last time, that clown will kill us one by one. But if we stick together, all of us, we'll win. I promise."

Stan was silent as he stared at his cousin and all Y/N did was give him a small smile before holding her hand out. "I won't let anything happen to you," she whispered, her eyes flickering over the boy's face as she spoke. "I promise."

Stan could only stare at her before he finally gave her a small nod and reached out to take her hand. He let out a shaky breath before stepping into the house, his hand instantly gripping onto her own as he practically glued himself to her side. Y/N kept her hand in his and moved her other one so that she was holding onto his arm and rubbing it comfortingly.

Once she knew Stan was calmed down, the girl looked back to the others and her eyes locked with Bill's. She gave him a small nod and Bill took that as a sign for them to keep moving.

Bill began to move forward and the group followed after him, all of them shining their flashlights around as they tried to calm down their nerves. Y/N was seriously regretting this whole thing when Bill began to descend down a creepy staircase and into an even creepier basement, but she knew she couldn't let Stan see her hesitation, so she only took in a shaky breath and began pulling her cousin into the basement before either of them could think too much of it.

Bill lead them to the back of the basement where they found a well in the ground. "What the hell?" Y/N whispered, shuddering slightly as she realized they would have to go down that thing.

"Hey, Eddie, you got a quarter?" Richie questioned, hoping to lighten the mood.

Eddie quickly shook his head, a look of pure disgust taking over his features as he shuddered and whispered, "I wouldn't want to make a wish in that fucking thing."

The group crowded around the well before peering down inside to find that it went on for what seemed like forever.

"Beverly?" Ben called down, his voice echoing down the well and earning no response. Richie gave the boy a look that practically screamed 'do you really think she can hear you from down there?' but Ben ignored it, his worry for the red head being enough of a distraction already.

"How are we supposed to get down there?" Mike questioned and Y/N inhaled sharply as she nodded her head.

"That, my friend, is a great question," Y/N muttered.

"There," Bill announced causing the group to turn around to see his flashlight shining down on a lengthy rope laying on the floor. It didn't take long for the group to grab it and secure the rope to a pulley before Richie tossed the end down the well.

"All right. Come on," Bill announced before he stepped up onto the side of the Well and grabbed ahold of the rope. Carefully, he began to descend down into the well before Eddie followed right after him. Next went Richie, Stan, and Ben before finally Mike and Y/N were the last two left.

Y/N stared at the rope in front of her and tried to calm herself down, but her hands were shaky as she went to reach for the rope. Seeing this, Mike quickly grabbed the rope and pulled it closer so that the girl was able to grab onto it better.

"Thank you," Y/N whispered to which Mike gave her a small smile in response. The girl turned around and was just about to begin her descent when a loud whack was heard from behind her before Mike let out a yell.

Y/N jumped in surprise which made her slip, a scream escaping her own lips as she began to fall into the well. Luckily, she was able to grab onto the rope well enough to catch herself and she quickly turned around to see Henry Bowers throwing Mike to the ground.

"Mike!" Y/N cried out as she desperately tried to climb back up fast enough in order to help her friend.

"Die!" Henry exclaimed as he shoved Mike down to the ground again, the boy's gun being tossed to the ground a little ways away.

"Mike! Y/N!" the girl heard her other friends yell from down below, but she ignored it as she pulled herself up out of the well, effectively falling to the ground.

Y/N went to stand up, but Henry must've seen her because his hands were on her back and he effectively threw her to the ground beside Mike before she could even blink. The girl let out a small groan while she heard Henry begin to walk over towards the well.

"Y/N! Mike! Are you two okay?" she heard Stan cry out before the boys all gasped and muttered, "Bowers."

"Shit," Y/N muttered as she tried to pull herself up onto her feet. She could hear Henry laughing behind her and her friends all freaking out about the rope, but could barely process anything until two hands had grabbed ahold of her and were starting to help her up.

Y/N flinched slightly, but once she saw that it was only Mike, the girl let out a soft sigh. "Are you okay?" she whispered, her eyes glancing over the boy for any possible injuries.

"I'm fine. You?" he asked.

"Just pissed off," Y/N muttered before turning to glare at Henry Bowers who was pulling the rope out of the well. He tossed the rope to the side and turned his attention to the two before they could get up off the ground.

Mike was quick to position himself in front of the girl while Y/N desperately tried to look around for something that could help. Her eyes caught sight of the gun Mike had brought lying beside them and she nudged the boy slightly until he managed to see what she had seen.

"You didn't listen to what I told you, did you? You should've stayed out of Derry. Your parents didn't and look what happened to them. I still get sad every time I pass by that pile of ashes. Sad, that I couldn't have done it myself," Henry laughed while Y/N glared at the boy.

Henry went to say more, but before he could Mike felt his anger boiling up inside of him and went to reach for the gun. Henry saw this and instantly grabbed ahold of Mike while Y/N scrambled out from behind him.

The two began to struggle as they tried to take control of the gun, but Y/N wasn't going to let Henry hurt her friend like that and didn't think twice before barreling into Henry's side, effectively throwing the boy off of Mike.

However, she didn't see that Henry had just gained control of the gun and before she knew it, Henry had pinned her down by the throat and was pushing the gun to her forehead. The girl's eyes widened in surprise and she tried to move Henry's hand from her throat, but the boy merely laughed before going to pull the trigger.

Just when Y/N thought that this was going to be it, Mike managed to pull Henry off of her, the gun going off into the air instead of Y/N's forehead. Y/N's eyes widened in pure shock as she realized she almost died, but her attention was drawn back to Mike who somehow had gotten a rock and managed to hit Henry in the head, causing the boy to stumble back in surprise.

She didn't know what was running through her head at that moment, but Y/N didn't even think twice before pushing Henry back as hard as she could. A look of horror crossed over the boy's face as he tripped over the side of the well and fell into the depths below, screaming as he went.

"Holy shit!" Richie cried out from below while Y/N just stared at the well with wide eyes, her hands shaking before her.

Tears began to spring her eyes as she realized what she just did and she let out a small sob and she whispered, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What did I just do?"

Mike was quick to go over to the girl, catching her in his arms before she could fall onto her knees. Another sob left her mouth and she gripped onto Mike tightly like she was afraid she would fall apart if he wasn't there.

"I just killed someone. I just killed someone," Y/N cried. No one deserved to die like that. Not even Henry Bowers. And she had been the one to kill him.

"It was self defense," Mike assured her as he held her close and tried to calm down her shaky breathing. "He would've killed us if you hadn't done that."

"Self defense," Y/N muttered as she wiped away her tears. "Yeah, just self defense." Although not even that was enough to make her feel better about the situation.

"You saved my life, Y/N. You saved our lives," Mike whispered. "Now we have to go save Beverly's."

That was enough to bring Y/N back to reality and she shakily nodded her head before Mike helped her back up onto her feet. He hugged her for just a moment more before the two heard their friends yelling, "Y/N! Mike!"

The two were quick to run over to the well and Y/N tried not to grimace as she thought about Henry falling down. She had to focus on Beverly.

"Y/N! Mike!" Eddie yelled once he saw them, his voice high pitched as him, Bill, Richie, and Ben all looked up at them with wide eyes.

"We're okay," Mike assured them while the boys looked up at the two. Y/N numbly nodded in agreement, but she noticed that they had all turned their attention to her, each of them having to hear it from her themselves to know that she was okay.

"We're okay," Y/N finally muttered, letting out a shaky breath. The boys all relaxed at that and Y/N couldn't help but notice how they weren't yelling at her for killing someone. They seemed relieved in fact. After all, Mike was right. Henry was going to kill them if she hadn't done that.

Y/N turned and went to go grab the rope, but when she turned back around she caught sight of all the bullets for Mike's gun falling down into the well. "Shit," Mike muttered as he stared helplessly down below.

"How many do we still have?" Y/N questioned nervously, not really wanting to hear the answer but wanting to at the same time.

Mike turned to look at the girl and sighed slightly before whispering, "One."

Y/N was silent as she tossed the rope down into the well. "One is all we need," she assured him, despite both of them knowing that could very well be a lie.

"Yeah, yeah," Mike breathed out as hopefully as he could before the two looked away from each other, both letting out a shaky breath before looking to the rope.

"Let's go," Y/N whispered before she began to climb down, Mike following after her. It didn't take long for them to reach the others and before she knew it Y/N was being pulled into Bill's arms, the boy letting out a shaky breath of relief as he held her close to him.

Bill pulled away enough so that they could see each other, their noses brushing against each other while his eyes flickered over her face. "You okay?" he whispered, the concern evident in his voice.

"I'm okay," she whispered and that was enough to have Bill sighing in relief again before he hugged the girl once more. Y/N was quick to hug him back, rubbing a thumb against the back of her neck as she relished in his hold.

Mike wasn't too far behind her, so the two had to end their hugging in order for Y/N to move and Bill to help the boy. Y/N began to move back and that was when she was practically tackled into another hug from Richie and Eddie, both of which were bickering over who should get to hug her next.

Y/N merely chuckled and hugged the two before moving onto Ben, desperately wanting to get to the back where she knew her cousin would be waiting for her. Ben could see that, so he gave her a quick hug and told her how he was glad she was okay before moving on to helping Mike get into the passageway while Y/N smiled after her friends.

Finally, the girl turned around, but her smile faded once she was met with an empty tunnel. Furrowing her eyebrows, Y/N turned back around and shined her flashlight over the group as she looked over the people that were there.

It was only when she once again couldn't find the curly hair that belonged to Stan that she felt herself pale, her heart beating just a bit faster as she began to frantically look around.

"Uh. . .Guys," Y/N whispered as she looked around at all of the faces in front of her, a sickening feeling washing over her as she confirmed that someone was in fact missing. Everyone looked to her and froze once they saw the horrified look on her face.

"Where's Stanley?" she asked, her question instantly making everyone look around to find that the boy was in fact gone. Y/N felt as if she were going to be sick and she tried not to tear up out of pure fear as she looked around at the frightened faces of her friends.

"Where's my cousin?"

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[imperiuswrecked]

Well, it seems asking you one question has opened the floodgates, cuz I've got more. So, to start; do you feel that Namor's pursuit of Sue is because he enjoys the game, or does he genuinely think he'll be able to woo her away from Reed? Do you think the fact that Sue is with someone else is part of her appeal for him? Given his notorious weakness for badass blondes, would Namor pursue Sharon Carter or would his friendship with & respect for Steve prevent him from doing so?

You just opened up a whole rant, lol. SusanxNamor is yikes... in fact I’m firmly in the “Marvel please kill this “ship” and burn it to ash and never mention it again” camp. Like I can’t even tell you how much I hate it, because I don’t think I’ve ever really hated any ship before or since with this intensity. Here is a couple of previous stuff I posted that kinda explains it better.

SusanXNamor rant

SusanXNamor ask

To begin with NamorxSusan is not a romantic ship, its not. Its a unhealthy obsession on Namor’s part, and for Susan, who has repeatedly made it clear that she does not want him, at all, it’s an annoyance. However Marvel loves their love triangles. Even though its been shown that both characters can and have moved the hell on, we always get more susanxnamor crap.

Not to mention that this makes both characters look scummy, Susan for being “unfaithful” to Reed and Namor for being a “homewrecker”. Marvel already explores a What if? Susan and Namor got together in an au comic. So it’s not like I would be against it if that’s how it turned out in the beginning, where the choice was made long ago before Reed and Sue got married, but now? It’s far too late, its been 58 years. 58 years of baiting fans with “will this be the issue where susan finally leaves reed for namor?” its not ever happening. No Namor fan I know actually likes the ship at all. Why? Because its not a good relationship, both character have zero things in common, they barely speak if they aren’t forced together in this “susan you must come away with me under the sea to atlantis no one appreciates you here and i can make you my queen”. Where’s their shared interests? Where’s the chemistry that has nothing to with “You’re hot, let’s bang”? That’s literally all it is. 

This may be more harmful for Namor fans because any, and I mean any, romantic relationship Namor has ever had or ever will have is always going to be temporary because the minute Marvel decides they need Namor to be the third wheel in Reed/Sue/Namor then they kill or write off his relationship. His first wife Lady Dorma died because Marvel “thought Namor would be too happy and they didn’t want him to settle” Marrina? Dead, in fact they killed her twice, and she came back a few years ago in the comics but she and Namor, to whom she was married, have not even spoken. So it’s why I really hate how Namor is constantly being written so shitty in Fantastic Four comics because he is the antagonist there. Susan never gets any real foes because her true foe “resisting the temptation” that Namor presents. Namor who in his own comics and other comics, shows that he is respectful to women etc., is written as the worst version of himself in Fantastic Four comics. So I say keep those two far far apart.

Another thing about baiting fans is in Namor, the Sub-Mariner #49-50 Namor finally “sleeps with sue” except its not sue, its a woman named Llyra who wore sue’s face. Namor does not react well. Susan pleads with him to let her go even after she knows that Namor was raped. So at that moment, I realized that there really is nothing in this SuexNamor ship that was worth all the stuff the writers put Namor’s character through.

The first blonde that Namor really loved was Betty Dean, who was a HUGE  part of Namor’s narrative and how he came to see the surface people as not all bad. However Betty is dead and her impact is constantly being reduced to nothing. Namor loves strong women, and his wives both didn’t have blonde hair.

Do I think that because Susan is with Reed that Namor is more insistent about wooing her? No and yes. No, because Namor has stated many times in the comics that he respected her decisions, or he congratulated the pair on their wedding and he has on more than one occasion helped save their marriage when it was on the brink of divorce because he wanted Susan to be happy and knew that she would be happy with Reed. Yes, because Namor does seem to pursue women who are firmly out of his reach as a way to tell himself later then his plans fail, “well it wouldn’t have worked out anyways” or as a way to protect himself form yet another failed attempt at love. It’s a mixed bag.

I don’t think Namor would pursue Sharon, after all he and Steve are friends and I don’t think (other than one comic where it turned out the woman was a fake robot who tried to seduce him) Namor really goes after the few friends he has significant others, not to mention that even if Namor ever flirted with Sharon, I’m sure she would have a few choice words for him to put him in his place or just punched him, either way works XD.

Namor really is a romantic dramatic undersea romeo. He loves the idea of being in love, he is passionate, but he doesn’t really have any experience with being in a long term committed relationship because, as I’ve said before, everyone Namor ends up falling in love with dies, it gets to the point where Carrie knows what happens to the women in his life and she doesn’t want to be another dead wife/girlfriend. She explains this to Nita before stating she and Namor can’t be more than friends.

Namor the sub-mariner (1990) #3-4

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You Only Live Twice - #24WeeksofBond

This weeks installment in the 24 Weeks of Bond marathon continues with 1967′s “You Only Live Twice” where Bond DIES....then comes BACK TO LIFE...then becomes JAPANESE...then has a WAR INSIDE A VOLCANO.  If someone who hadn’t seen this movie was given that description of this film, that person would’ve dropped everything that they had in that moment and found a way to see this movie.  While that description makes this movie sound like a great cinematic experience, it ultimately falls flat with every bit of the plot being rushed to hell.  But that’s just my opinion, read on and see if you agree.

Sean Connery is back for the 5th time as Bond, and only because the producers agreed to bump his salary considerably.  Sean was getting tired of the grind that came with Bond and was having a hard time finding other film work with the hectic schedule of filming and promoting...(life sure must’ve been tough, eye roll.)  But they showed him the money, and with it, we get a checked out Sean Connery on a mission to find out who is causing chaos in outer orbit?

Let’s start with some positives...the pre-title sequence is fun.  We start out with a couple of American astronauts in space, and one of them goes out to check to make sure everything is working fine, but we see a mysterious spacecraft approaching undetected until it’s too late and swallows up the Americans, but in doing so, cuts the said astronauts lifeline.  That scene always made me cringe as a kid.  Then we see the American’s blaming Russia for the abduction, but Britain disagrees and think they saw something coming out of Japan.  Cut to Bond in bed with a lovely young lady...(who makes a quiet cameo in Daniel Craig’s Casino Royale).  She surprises Bond and traps him with the fold up bed they were sleeping on for some evil bad guys to open fire, KILLING JAMES BOND.  I mean, there was blood and everything!!!

I must admit, they got me with this when I first saw this movie.  I was legitimately shocked and sad when I saw this.  I thought to myself “how can this be??”...well, turns out it was all a stunt to fake his own death so his enemies all write him off - giving MI6 a little breathing room for Bond to do his job.

The job is to figure out where this unidentified spacecraft is coming from.  M has intel that there was some fishy stuff going on in Japan, so that’s where Bond is sent with the code “I love you” for his contacts to identify him.  Basic, but humorous. Moneypenny gets a great line out of it, “repeat it please, so I know you have it”. Bond gets to Japan where he meets Aki (Akiko Wakabayashi) who is NOT his contact, but will be bringing him to his contact who is Mr. Henderson (Charles Gray).  This is sort of a wasted role for Charles Gray.  A very brief conversation with Henderson ends with him getting stabbed in the back through his paper walls.

Bond catches the guy, kills him, steals his clothes and goes to the get-away car that is being driven by none other than Peter Maivia.  Who is Peter Maivia you ask?  Well he is the father of Ata Maivia, who had a son who would go on to become THE ROCK.  Yes, Peter Maivia is Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson’s Grandfather.  No wonder Bond has a rough time handling this one. The Rock has said before that he would love to land a Bond Villain role one day.  Maybe to avenge his grand daddy?

Aki bails Bond out by getting him out of harms way after taking out Peter Maivia and stealing some documents from a chemical facility and she takes him to Tanaka (Tetsurō Tamba) who works for the Japanese secret service.  I would love it if my office had a slide attached to it.  Bond and Tanaka talk business over Sake at 98.4 degrees fahrenheit, then what follows next is a rather uncomfortable scene that really doesn’t age well.

Tanaka takes Bond to his personal spa where his massage and bathing slaves wash them both while Tanaka says “In Japan, men come first - women come second.”  ugh, some things about Bond that make you wish you could forget.  We also get close to seeing Connery’s junk.  If you look close enough while Bond is in his hot tub you can really see pretty far down through the water...not that I was looking...ok I was, I do every time. 

But now suddenly, Aki joins the party taking over for the girl who was giving Bond a massage and she acts like they have been long lost lovers - whispering sweet nothings, and kissing his ear as he turns around and yells AKI, longingly.  I’m sorry, when did they suddenly fall for each other?  This is a very rushed relationship, we don’t have any time to get to know Aki before we are supposed to accept her as Bond’s love interest.  Have I mentioned this movie was written by the man who wrote Matilda, and James and the Giant Peach??  Roald Dahl, swings in and writes the screen play after having no screen play writing experience.  Apparently he and Ian Fleming were buds.

Anyway, there seems to be a lot of danger surrounding this chemical facility as the document Bond stole said that a picture of this boat had been taken by a tourist, and that the tourist was liquified.  Bond goes sniffing, enlists the help of trusty ole Q and his “Little Nelly” toy helicopter with missiles and flies by the coast of where the boat in the picture was at.  But one simply cannot go to the coast as an englishman, no no.  In order to get there, Bond MUST become a Japanese ninja who has a wife and goes undercover as a poor worker.

Enter Kissy Suzuki (Mie Hama) who is another Japanese agent, picked to pretend marry Bond who is made up as the worst looking Japanese man ever.  Seriously, this is just so goofy and ridiculous where it really takes away from the movie.  Aki ends up getting poisoned accidentally and Bond has a hard time giving a crap about it.  Thank you for your service Aki.  But Bond now has to find where this spacecraft is coming from and fast, otherwise it’ll be Bond’s ass.

Kissy says there was something going on with the volcano.  So they go hiking and discover that that is where the spacecraft is coming from.  Man, Blofeld has an impressive collection of headquarters and hide outs.  You have to wonder how long it took Blofeld to construct this volcano lair, it is very impressive.

Bond gets to work infiltrating the volcano while Tanaka sends his ninjas, and now we have a war.

This is the first time we get to see Blofeld’s (Donald Pleasence) face and also the first time we get Blofeld as the main henchman.  In the previous movies Blofeld was just a voice and a cat who deployed his empire to be the Bond villains, but Blofeld is alone here with only Hans, Mr. Osato, and Helga Brant as his backup.  Not exactly the “A” team.  After a pretty intense battle, Bond manages to destroy the Spacecraft, sent out to create a world war between America and Russia, and escapes...mission complete.

While “You Only Live Twice” has it’s moments - The pre-title sequence, the Volcano fight, and the Peter Maivia easter egg.  “You Only Live Twice” is a rather forgettable film in the series.  Connery had enjoyed incredible success in his first 4 films, and even this movie was touted as a major success when it opened - but this just comes up short in flavor and substance.  The whole movie is just about Bond looking for the spacecraft in Japan, and running into all sorts of vanilla characters along the way, making me have to think twice about watching this again. (pun intended, unfortunately).

Connery would exit the franchise after this film to be replaced by George Lazenby, but after George decides to walk, Connery will come back again for one more film - but you can definitely see the writing on the wall for Connery here.  You Only Live Twice is at best, a passable Bond film that lacks depth and void of any creative passion, but gets by because it’s a Bond movie.  That’s my story and I’m sticking to it, what did you think?  Let me know!

Reviews from Friends:

Jake Benrud

I enjoyed this movie. Although the spaceship "eating" the other spaceships was comical by today's special effects standards. Watch out for the piranha pool. I've always enjoyed this theme song. I don't know why. It always gets stuck in my head.

24 Weeks of Bond will return next Monday with - 

For Your Eyes Only

[oumakokichi]

From what I understand, Monodam seems to be the most popular of the Monokumarz. If my memory serves me right you also noted how Monodam was your favorite mascot character or something similiar. I've heard he goes through some sort of character development over V3, is it possible for you to explain how he changes over the course of the game?

Haha, I don’t know if I’d call it “character development”exactly but it’s true that Monodam has the most likable personality out of allthe Monokumerz. It’s hard to say that it’s an actual arc of development whenthe entire point of them as a group is to basically lampshade the “Poochie”trope and act out the part of extra, unnecessary mascots for the sake of “boostingthe ratings,” but Monodam is still… entertaining, to say the least.

The game opens with all four of the other Monokumerz gettingalong relatively well, and only Monodam being on the outskirts of things.Monotarou describes him as someone who “has become quiet and withdrawn becauseof bullying, and who will only talk to the people he’s opened up his heart to.”There’s then a hilarious scene where he goes “Right, Monodam?” and Monodamdoesn’t respond, and the joke is that Monodam hasn’t opened up to any of hissiblings at all because they’re the ones who’ve been bullying him in the firstplace.

The subplot with the Monokumerz really kicks off at the endof Chapter 1. Right at the end of Kaede’s execution, Monodam suddenly pushesMonokid, the worst of his bullies, into the piano as the lid closes, killinghim in front of everyone. The rest of his siblings are horrified and extremelynervous around him, but at the start of Chapter 2 Monodam explains that hewants the rest of them to all be friends and get along. Monotarou and Monofunnyare hesitant but interested in his claim; Monosuke, meanwhile, tells them notto let their guards down and not to forget what he did to Monokid.

But as time progresses and Monodam continues to express hiswish to be friends with the rest of them, Monotarou and Monofunny admit thatthey didn’t like Monokid very much either, because he was loud and obnoxious(and usually drunk). They start warming up to Monodam, and in the processMonosuke starts getting a lot louder and angrier about his distrust forMonodam. Monotarou and Monofunny get cross with him as a result, but Monodamactually sticks up for him, telling them “not to bully” Monosuke and offeringto be friends with him as well—an offer which Monosuke repeteadly andemphatically rejects.

The footing between Monosuke and Monodam is really rocky bythe end of Chapter 2 as a result, so when the opportunity presents itself,Monodam throws Monosuke into the execution again, getting him killed beneathKirumi’s falling corpse. Monotarou and Monofunny are really horrified this timearound, but Monodam swears he only did it because Monosuke was being a bully.As long as they’re “friendly” with each other, they all have nothing to worryabout.

At the beginning of Chapter 3, Monodam really takes centerstage as the most memorable mascot because he quite literally hijacks thekilling game not only from his siblings but from Monokuma himself. Granted,this entire development is scripted, and obviously just an extra subplot to “makethe killing game more exciting,” so it’s not like the Monokumerz ever really doanything of their own volition. But still, even if it’s all scripted and fake,it’s a really fun development.

The Monokumerz are the only ones capable of operating theExisals. Monokuma himself can’t operate them—so Monodam pretty much saysflat-out that they don’t feel like doing whatever Monokuma wants them to doanymore and that he has no way of forcing them to. He threatens Monokuma withthe Exisals and says that the killing game is now a “friendship game,” not forthe kids of course but for himself and his siblings. Monokuma goes into a stateof catatonic shock and gets bald patches all over his fur (and stays like thatfor probably ¾ths of the chapter), and meanwhile Monodam, Monotarou, andMonofunny all go off to enjoy themselves and their newfound “friendship game.”

Of course, Monotarou and Monofunny don’t really get a say inthe matter either. Anyone who isn’t interested in “being friends” will beperceived as a bully at this point and threatened on sight. So, of course, theydon’t argue with Monodam. Monodam’s transition from quiet and unresponsive bearwho seems like the weakest link in the group to this sort of hilariouslyterrifying enforcer of friendship is great,and honestly probably the most enjoyable development that ever happened withthe Monokumerz (though Monotarou and Monofunny do have a few great moments inChapter 4 too).

However, after thedouble murder occurs in Chapter 3, Korekiyo asks what happens if there are twomurders by two separate culprits, and Monodam has absolutely no idea how torespond or handle the situation. His inability to respond to an unforeseenproblem causes Monotarou and Monofunny to immediately go ask for Monokuma’shelp, and from that point on they start ignoring Monodam pretty blatantly.Monokuma welcomes them back with open arms, Monodam is pretty obviously shakenup about this, and even when he tries talking to them directly in theinvestigation or the trial after that, they don’t even bother giving him aresponse.

It’s pretty hard not to feel sorry for him after that. Hegets progressively quieter and quieter during the trial, until eventually he’sno longer even saying “Let’s all be friends,” but is completely silent wheneverMonotarou and Monofunny are talking to each other. And when the execution rollsaround this time around, rather than continuing his reign of terror and killingeither of his remaining siblings, he runs directly into the flames for Korekiyo’sexecution and kills himself instead. He was so honestly enjoyable in the firstthree chapters that it’s really hard not to feel sad about this, since he wasthe main driving force behind all the side-developments with the Monokumerz asa whole.

Of course, at the end of the Chapter 5 trial, Monodam andall the other Monokumerz are brought back to life by Monokuma. He clarifiesthat they’re not the same Monokumerz as before, but “all-new Monokumerz” whodon’t have any of their memories and haven’t lived the same experiences as theMonokumerz who were killed before (which is beautiful foreshadowing for the waythe killing game itself works). The Monokumerz take much more of a backseatrole in Chapter 6, since it’s clear that the ringleader didn’t originally planon bringing them back but only did so in order to use the Exisals to intimidateand coerce the rest of the characters into going along with the killing game.

In the Chapter 6 trial, they’re pretty much only there to becannon fodder for Monokuma to kill off quickly. The fact that they’ve overstayedtheir welcome and “aren’t interesting or funny anymore” is blatantlylampshaded. Monokid gets killed again only a few minutes into the debate,Monodam is tragic all over again because he’s killed next despite being theonly one in the group who was actually doing anything useful or responding toSaihara’s questions, and then Monosuke gets killed off too.

When Monofunny and Monotarou are once again the last twoMonokumerz left alive, they try pleading with Monokuma repeatedly to sparethem, to which he replies, “Ah, just shut up, we’re getting to the best part!No one even cares what you have to say anyway!” Which is… well, again, it’spretty much just the “Poochie” trope of how mascot characters are often throwninto shows and media in a cheap attempt to rope people in or hook them on a newseason. So it illustrates pretty directly that the Monokumerz don’t really haveany actual arcs of character development but are mostly there to be used asplot devices and follow along a pre-written script for entertainment value.

Regardless of that though, Monodam really is the mostenjoyable one out of the bunch. Monokid is barely present in the narrative,makes crude and gross comments where he is, and exists to be awful and dislikedby his other siblings. Monosuke is obnoxiously outspoken about distrustingMonodam and turns down all his offers of getting along (and having to translatehis Kansai-ben is an added pain in my ass). Monotarou and Monofunny have somepretty good moments but there’s also some really uncomfortable jokes in Chapter4 (Monotarou loses his memories and suddenly thinks he’s Monofunny’s abusive husbandinstead of her brother).

Monodam is so well-liked at this point that I’ve seen quitea few Japanese artists ranking him higher on their personal preference listthan Monokuma, even. So it’s kind of amusing to me that even though theMonokumerz are there to be intentionally annoying and irritating, there arestill things about them that are genuinely enjoyable. I hope I could answeryour question, anon!

[taesthetes]

Cat, hello! I've been following your works for quite a few years now and I wanted to tell you how great you are hehe. You are, no doubt, one of my fav authors ever, maybe even my number 1 fav. Your stories, all of them, they're very beautiful. I love everything you include in the story. I love how the emotions are so raw and palpable in some and how the vibes are really lighthearted and gentle. Your writing is what I'd describe as gentle, delicate, beautiful. (1/?)

The tone in your stories has a gentle and delicate nature to it, relaxing and calming. In just a few words, you can truly encompass alot of emotions and describe the settings wonderfully. I love all the plot in your writings and reading your work is just such a great experience. Whether it’s angst or fluff, you managed to pull out the emotions so well. I thought to send this message after re-reading roulette, ukiyo and saudade. (2/?)

Though all of your works are truly magnificent, those are some of the most beautiful ones I’ve read. They made an impression in my heart. Especially roulette, I think. Even though it’s not what people would call long, you managed to explain and laid out all the emotions and background to it. And saudade is also so beautifully painful that feels bittersweet that I cried reading it. All of your works, they’re just so amazing and I’m so happy that I found you and your works. (¾)

I feel like this is not enough of an explanation of how amazing you are and your works are but please know that you’re amazing. You’re truly a great author and I thank you for writing such beautiful arts 💜💜💜 (4/4)

oh also! you’re a really sweet, nice and caring person. reading your interactions with people is so heartwarming and your bright personality truly show through those answers, your blog is like a happy place for a lot of us and just feel calming overall. you’re just so sweet and so nice and that makes you even more amazing and i wanna say i love you c: p.s i know i’ve said it a million times, but you truly are a great writer, i wish i can write like you but anyway love you honey bee! (5/4)

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hello, my sweets! first off, i can’t believe you’ve been following my blog for a few years??? oh my goodness, learning just that tidbit has already knocked my socks off, but then you proceed to call me one of your favorite authors ever?? possible your #1 favorite??!?!!? hold on, my mind is blown, my brain needs to finish processing this, and i need to finish screaming. i can’t believe you’ve really been here for this long oh my gosh :’) i tend to write feel good fluff since i feel like they’re fairly easy and straight to the point so i can finish writing it all in one sitting, but i’m really really happy that i was able to convey the emotions to you well 💗💘 but also “gentle, delicate, beautiful” – please, i’m crying, how are you so sweet? be still my heart :’)

you really are coming after my poor writer heart, aren’t you? your compliments are so kind and lovely, gosh, i wish i had something to post right now to show how much i appreciate you ): i struggle with angst at times, which is why i don’t write it as much as fluff, so i’m honestly over the moon to learn that you enjoy them and that they made you feel these emotions. and omg those three were quite honestly some of my absolute favorites to write, so i’m positively giddy to know that you’re reading them after all this time 💜💚

and oh my goodness gracious, calling all my works magnificent and calling my favorites the most beautiful ones?? i’m honestly tearing up right now ajkskdfahslf you truly know how to make my day, and honestly, my day is so much brighter now because of you after being so stressed over finals and work. roulette was written during one of my worst periods of writer’s block, and it’s slowly worked its way up to being one of my favorites. to be honest, i personally feel like the things i’ve written during writer’s block became some of my best ones. but oh my gosh, i vividly remember getting the idea for ukiyo one night at 1 am and staying up and typing out the entire thing on my phone til the wee hours of the morning. i still love the concept of that one, but i definitely want to go back and flesh out that entire idea into a longer story someday. and saudade omg i remember not wanting to write it because i didn’t want to kill off tae. but i did in the end askjdfasadf thank you for loving those pieces!!!

i really am overjoyed to hear that those are the ones that made an impression on you :’) roulette was definitely one of the shortest pieces i’ve written, but i’m so glad to hear that you still enjoyed it nonetheless! saudade also makes me sad because i killed off my favorite ): i’m sorry for making you cry as well )): really, truly, i’m beyond honored to have such a kind and thoughtful reader like you 💖💞 trust me, my love, this is more than enough from you, and i cannot express enough how much joy you’ve given me. i cannot stop smiling as i read and reread your message over and over again. you are such a lovely person, and thank you for taking the time out of your day to write such a kind message to me. 

and i can say the same about you! you’re also incredibly sweet, nice, and caring, and i cannot thank you enough for sending in a multitude of heartwarming messages. i’m so happy you think of my blog as a happy safe space for you, and i wish i was more active on here ): unfortunately, i have a lot more on my plate nowadays than i used to, but i really do want to finish the wips i have in my drafts someday! thank you for describing me with such kind words :’) my heart is literally melting, and i still cannot stop smiling!! and i love you, too, sweetpea!!! p.s. thank you so so much again!!! i hope only good things come your way! and i cannot stress enough how grateful i am for you and your kindness 💛 also, do you write yourself? i’d love to read your works!! i love you to the moon and back, honey bee 🐝💓 

[dangan-aesthetic]

im not sure if this counts as a request or not and you can absolutely delete it if it does but... if im not mistaken mod twogami has a fondness for broadway so... could they recommend any shows? i've been trying to get into more shows and such...!

It doesn’t count as a request! don’t worry, you’re fine! oh my gosh though I love Broadway SO MUCH I am SO HAPPY to make a list for you I LOVE talking about stuff I like! 

one warning I should maybe give is that I tend to be more into modern musical theater, so the majority of shows I really like are from after like 2000 if that’s okay with you. I’d be happy to recommend some older stuff if you’d prefer, I’m just not as knowledgable about it. another warning: I am incapable of brevity. this list is way too long… i’m so fuckin sorry… i’m really really sorry. 

comedy:

♡ the producers (2001). the show that really got me into musical theater. it also won more tony awards than any show, ever. about two broadway producers who try to create the worst musical ever, ergo hilarity ensues. maybe not the best pick if you’re uncomfortable with content that makes fun of nazis, but if it helps, the writer is jewish (and I’m jewish and don’t have a problem with it). there’s also some adorable gays, and a movie version that’s very faithful to the show, so that’s nice. you want the 2005 movie if you want songs (the 1968 movie isn’t a musical). also, if you like this, young frankenstein is a great show by the same creators with a similar sense of humor.

♡ the book of mormon (2010).two mormon missionaries go to uganda. absolutely hilarious. pretty crass though, and i’m sure problematic as hell (by the creators of south park, if that’s any indication), so be warned. but it’s just… such a fun time.

♡ a gentleman’s guide to love and murder (2014).a rare musical comedy that’s actually not that crass. about a man in edwardian england who learns he’s ninth in line to inherit an earldom, so he kills everyone in his way to the position. actually a very lighthearted comedy. bonus points for a love triangle that turns into a really cute poly triad.

♡ avenue q (2003).sesame street, but about issues faced by people in their mid-twenties: a kindergarten teacher tries to snag a boyfriend, a recent college grad tries to find his purpose, a gay republican struggles to come out of the closet, gary coleman is just kind of there. song titles include “the internet is for porn” and “everyone’s a little bit racist.” puppet sex. a good time.

♡ a funny thing happened on the way to the forum (1962).slapsticky, very clever, hilarious if you like roman history, funny even if you don’t. about a roman slave who wants to earn his freedom, his young master falling in love for the first time, pirates, soldiers, sex workers, a lot of stuff. the movie is very good. I’m also partial to the 1996 cast album because I love Nathan Lane.

drama:

♡ sweeney todd (1979).just… a masterpiece of a musical score tbh. about a barber who seeks revenge for his tortured past. people get baked into pies. if you haven’t noticed, i really like musicals that make light of murder (although i’m guessing you like funny media about murder too, since you came to a danganronpa blog to ask this?). funny, moving, dark, creepy, powerful. I’ve never actually seen the movie and don’t really recommend it from what I’ve heard, but a production of the show is on DVD with most of the original cast, and it’s definitely worth a watch. also, if you like this, i recommend p much anything stephen sondheim’s ever written. he’s a genius.

♡ spring awakening (2007).takes place in the late 19th century, but is very, very relevant to issues kids face today. covers stuff like the importance of sexual education, child abuse, the pressure placed on kids by school, and the confusion teenagers go through when discovering sexual desire. very heavy, but very beautiful (note: this is maybe the musical I know that is the most difficult to get a sense of the plot by just listening to the score, so I’d recommend maybe reading a plot summary or watching a bootleg or something. there was a cool production last year where a lot of the cast was deaf and it was bilingual in english and asl! idk if there’s a bootleg of that anywhere, but it was a good time). tw for rape, suicide, abortion, child abuse… yeah, it’s dark.

♡ next to normal (2009).about a family dealing with their mom’s mental illness, and covers stuff like how her life is affected by her illness, how fucked up the process of getting treatment is, and how mental illness affects her relationship with the people around her. I find it very realistic, very moving, and very relatable. of course tw for mental illness and suicide. i am dan goodman.

♡ natasha, pierre, and the great comet of 1812 (2012).just reopened on broadway! based on part of war and peace, so you’ll know the plot of war and peace and look really smart. about a woman who gets swept up in an affair while her husband is at war in 19th century russia. the plot isn’t really what’s interesting so much as the gorgeous musical score and really cool things they did with the staging / mixing the 19th century and the modern day.

stuff that’s a mix of the two genres:

♡ the frogs (2004).a comedy that gets more and more serious until it’s… not really a comedy anymore. dionysus and his slave go to the underworld to bring back george bernard shaw and make the world right again. shakespeare is there. hades is gay. was on broadway for all of like four months and is pretty damn obscure, but it’s SO GOOD, I promise.

♡ heathers: the musical (2014).another comedic musical about murder. I love comedies about murder. a girl befriends her high school’s popular clique and gets a sort of fucked up boyfriend. shit goes down. I feel like it does a very good job of representing what high school is really like (my high school experience, anyway), and is a good mix of funny and serious. heavy tw for suicide and mental illness (and briefly for eating disorders, but it’s just a couple of comments).

♡ matilda the musical (2010).based on the roald dahl book! about a little girl who is extremely intelligent, but is surrounded by neglectful parents and an abusive headmaster – so she fights back against them. what a genuinely fun, heartfelt time. great lyrics, super creative, and has a scene where someone eats a whole cake, which is always a plus and very relatable (note: im twogami, what were you expecting). tw for child abuse, but the musical is meant for kids, so it’s not very graphic.

♡ my fair lady (1957).thought maybe I should throw in some older stuff as well. early 1900s england, an upper class linguist asshole tries to turn a lower class flower seller into a “lady.” the movie is very, very good. is based on a very feminist play but was made into a slightly misogynistic romance for hollywood, so I’d recommend reading pygmalion if you’re unsatisfied with the ending (but it’s not like the movie doesn’t do its fair share of calling out higgins’s misogyny).

♡ 1776 (1969).also has a very good movie. about the founding fathers and the signing of the declaration of independence. maybe don’t watch this if you’re mad that hamilton is glorifying slave owners (note: I like hamilton, but I didn’t put it on this list because I’m kind of tired of it by now, and anyway I’m sure you know about it). a very good mix of funny and historically accurate. 

anyway I hope you enjoy this list and can forgive me for… info dumping rlly heavily on u… love u, hope ur havin a good day, thanks for letting me talk about this. tell me if you end up checking out any of these shows and liking them! - Mod Twogami