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the-kr8tor · 1 year ago

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May I request something for fluff Friday?

Because it’s December! And it’s cold I was thinking maybe the reader teaching Hobie how to crochet? because I crochet and I think it would be cute if reader and Hobie made scarfs, gloves and beanies for the winter!

AHHHHHHH S'CUTE!! Thank you both for requesting. I hope you two don't mind me combining them since they're both similar. Have a happy holiday, lovelies!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, they have an army of cats and a symbiote cat. Symbiote cat au, Lovestruck! Hobie, FLUFF

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“And then you loop it around, and tada! You've made yourself a tiny scarf!” You let Hobie's hands go from when you were guiding his long fingers to finish his bright red and black scarf. He already laments the absence of your touch. “One down twenty more to go.”

Hobie turns to his side to face you fully, your smile blinds him for a second, he doesn't blame himself for what he does next.

“Thank you, lovie” he cups your face with urgency before the army of cats, especially the little devil spawn, gets wind of your little alone time in your shared bedroom. Peppering your face with hundreds of kisses, he makes sure no space of your skin is left unkissed.

Your giggles must've awoken the beasts because you hear soft mewls behind the door. The meowing turns into screaming then into panicked scratching.

“I think they've figured us out” you say in between laughs, good thing you're holding his shoulders or else you would've fallen off the bed from his barrage of wet kisses.

“They can't keep us apart!” Hobie's kisses hasten as you hear something slither under the door.

A black blob appears like a puddle, that puddle slowly solidifies into the most horrific thing ever: a cat. An alien cat that is unfathomably jealous of Hobie right now.

Symbiote cat or you so lovingly named, Blob, short for Blobius Cornelius Blobirington, who is currently hissing his way towards your intertwined forms. The village of cats outside continue to try and screech their way inside the bedroom.

“Bloby, no!” You yell frantically as the alien cat unhinges his jaw to open his maw, white pointy pearly whites greet Hobie as you try to stop Blob from eating your boyfriend.

Hobie puts himself in between you and the symbiote, “Try it! Let's see if you can even digest me”

“Hobie, don't rile him up! Here, baby!” You toss a ball of yarn as a last resort, which thankfully catches the alien’s attention.

Blobius Cornelius Blobirington follows the ball of yarn, the black spikes on his back smoothes out as he plays with the yarn.

“He started it.” Hobie narrows his eyes at the creature. Blob hisses back a response, baring all his teeth.

“Let's all calm down, please?” With your sweet words, both parties visibly calm down. Hobie relaxes his shoulders, while Blob returns to his ball of yarn. “We're all good?” You pause, eyes flitting from Hobie to the little symbiote who keeps an eye open for any more face attacking from Hobie. “Good, cat's out of the bag, I'm gonna open the door and show them their gift”

“We’re not done yet with the scarves though?”

“Oh, we'll continue that, maybe tonight?” You lower your voice, “okay?” Quickly smooching Hobie’s lips, he agrees with a knowing nod.

“Alright, but I'm putting down a door sealing strip so he doesn't interrupt”

You laugh, giving him one last kiss on his forehead as you stand up to collect the cats’ humongous gift. Hobie tries to grab your hand but Blob sees through his plans, he abandons the toy to stretch himself towards the bed, taking your spot with a large Cheshire grin.

“You little shit”

“I've got it!” their staring contest gets interrupted by your excited voice. “Can you open the door for me please?” Your sentence is muffled by the large knitted fabric in your hands.

Hobie opens the door with his web shooters and out goes a tsunami of cats, a blur of orange, black, brown and white furs stumble through the open door. Hobie jumps up from the bed, scooping an armful of cats in his arms. Meows of varying degrees of tone echoes out in the room while Blob sits comfortably and unbothered on your bed.

“Hello, yes, I know, sorry!” you weave through the crowd gathering at your feet. “Are you all ready for your present?”

Unfurling the fabric, you drape it on the floor while cats gather around it to either catch it mid air or to lay on the floor to let it flop on top of them. The cats play on the blanket, some avoid it, still apprehensive.

The colourful flower pattern catches Hobie's eye, he whistles out. “Bloody ‘ell, love. Did you make this on your own?”

“Yep! Took me half a year to finish. Do you like it?”

“It's fuckin' gorgeous! C’mere” Hobie raises his arms and out pours the cats who quickly land on their feet.

You carefully make your way towards him. You embrace him, his arms enveloping you in a tight hug. It's all part of your plan though, with one quick movement, you put the beanie on top of his head, he makes a sound from the back of his throat in surprise. With how speedy you put it on him, the beanie covered his eyes too.

“Whoops!” You laugh, carefully unfolding the hat to uncover his eyes. “There you are” beaming at him, you cup his jaw to lovingly rub at his growing stubble. “Now your head won't get cold on patrols. Does it fit okay?”

“Like a glove” he's all heart eyes, his hands staying on your waist. “Thank you”

“You're welcome,” you place a quick affectionate kiss on the corner of his lips “There's more by the way”

“Snogging or presents? ‘m good with either”

“Both” you say against his lips, before you meet though, you hear Blob hissing while climbing up Hobie's leg.

“Fuck! How?!” He yelps, thinking his spider senses have gone haywire under all the sickenly sweet fog of your kiss.

“Perfect, I've got something for you too!” taking the tiny beanie from your pajama pocket, you place it on the symbiote’s head, avoiding his sharp teeth. “Cute! Now you're matching!”

You take a step back to admire them both in their matching beanies. Grinning happily at your handiwork. Hobie glares at Blob who's still climbing up his leg with a sneer.

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astatia-ghast · 1 year ago

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The King's Quest

At last! Finally, it has come -- my 2023 Holiday Truce gift for @hailsatanacab!

You're a trooper. I'm sure it drove you crazy to wait all this time. I wanted to give you a preview on Christmas Day to tie you over, but it took too long for me to settle on how I wanted to fill this prompt. I hope you'll forgive me for the wait!

The prompt I chose is this one: "To ascend to the throne, Danny must complete a quest. This is great, because Danny doesn't want the throne! Screw the quest — Danny's hanging out with his friends and going to school like the normal boy he is! …Unfortunately, fate has other ideas. No matter what he does or how badly he tries to do the opposite, Danny just keeps fumbling his way into winning the crown."

It was a great challenge for me because while I have spent plenty of time daydreaming about the ghost king AU, I don't typically read or write fanfiction about it. This prompt helped me exit my comfort zone while still letting me work with the characters and tone I love.

Before I began to work on this, I spent a lot of time lurking on your blog to figure out what kind of fanfiction you like, and I must say, you seem like a pretty cool person. I'm glad I was paired with you!

And of course, a big thanks to @phandomholidaytruce for making this whole thing happen! It was my first time participating, and it was a delightful way to end the year.

Alright, enough thanks! On to the fic!

Read on AO3

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"I never wanted you to find out this way."

Danny leans frozen over a basin still shimmering with the ripples of a just-disturbed future. His eyes are wide, heart pounding, vision tunneling, knuckles white around the rim.

There's no way he saw what he just saw. There's no way.

Behind him, Clockwork watches in silence. He had left the room for only a moment, and Danny had taken the opportunity to sate a curiosity that he now knows should never have been sated. He had stuck his face in the basin, and he had seen a future — a future of him.

"This is my future?"

"It is one of them."

Danny turns around. His eyes are still wide and his body shaking, but Clockwork's words are like a steadying stone he can latch on to. "So it doesn't have to be this way?"

Clockwork's lips grow thin. He rests his staff by the door he had just entered, slowly and measuredly, as if stalling for time. Even once his hands are free, the silence grows longer still; long enough for him to shift into a toddler and then an elder and then an adult again before any word breaks the stillness of the tower.

At last, he speaks. "The truth is, the clock started ticking the moment you deposed Pariah Dark. It is one future of many, but its passing has already been etched in stone."

As if in emphasis, a clock strikes eleven somewhere deep within the tower.

"You will become King."

Ectoplasmically-white petals falling from the sky. Ghostly crowds cheering. A cape. A crown. A parade. A coronation.

Daniel Jack Fenton, King of the Infinite Realms.

Even now, the tower seems to sing to him — regally, mockingly. He wonders if those ripples in the basin are cascading through the timeline, setting in place the bars that will one day imprison him.

"No. I can't be a king." A bead of sweat trails down his temple, tickling him as it goes. "I can barely deal with my life as it is. And no ghost is going to listen to me — all they want to do is attack me. I want to go to school and play video games and at least try to get into NASA. I don't want to be a king."

Clockwork's lips draw even thinner still. In the silence that follows, his gaze falls to one of his many watches, which he begins to twist idly with one hand.

"I remember many things," he says with a hushed rumble. "Pariah Dark was a great king, until he was not."

His gaze grows unfocused. The hand on his watch goes to his face, where it slowly traces his scar. Danny has never seen him do that before.

"I remember the destruction he wrought. I remember looking him in the eyes as he was shut inside his tomb."

His hand falls to his side as his gaze meets Danny's once more.

"You are more than triple the man he ever was. You would make a great king."

Danny's hands go to his head, where his fingers thread through his hair. He takes a step backward in some subconscious attempt to get away from Clockwork and this — this lie, but he runs into the basin still shimmering behind him. Its pedestal rocks dangerously, and Danny wants to scream enough for his Ghostly Wail to take over and shatter the wretched thing into pieces.

But instead of screaming, a fire bursts into life within him. He meets Clockwork's gaze afresh with blazing eyes. "No. I'm not going to become King. You're going to have to find a new future, because that one is not coming true."

Clockwork's expression turns into something like pity. It's enough to quiet the fire for a beat — just a beat, though. "Danny." He drifts forward until the two of them are within reaching distance. He lifts his hands as if to place them on Danny's shoulders, but then he seems to reconsider it and clasps them in front of himself instead. "The Realms have been heralding your arrival since the dawn of my work. You are going to become King."

Danny says nothing. The fire crackles in protest, but it doesn't know what to burn.

Clockwork sighs. He raises one of those hands he dropped before, and at last, it makes contact with Danny's shoulder. "If it helps, it's not going to happen right away. There is a quest you must complete before you take the throne. You can—"

"A quest?" Danny's eyebrows fly up. He latches onto this thread like a rope draped over a cliffside.

"Yes, a quest. Before any monarch can ascend, they must—"

A bark of laughter escapes Danny's throat, and then a font of mad cackling bubbles up behind it. He cackles like a man unhinged, having found the simple yet ingenious solution to all his woes.

Clockwork's eyebrows knit together. "Danny—"

"Don't you get it?!" he jeers. "If I don't know what the quest is, I can't become King!"

Clockwork grows stern. He says his name again — "Danny" — and this time it's clear he wants him to quit laughing and sit down and listen, but Danny isn't having it. He's already lifting himself up into the air and away.

"Start checking your futures, Clockwork, because you missed one! I'm not becoming King!"

Clockwork reaches out as if to restrain him, but the fire finally explodes. Danny violently pushes him away with ectoplasmically-charged hands, keeping one ectoblast at the ready for good measure.

"Stay. Away." His voice is charged in a way that it has rarely ever been before. An otherworldly chill dampens the room. Clockwork is far too powerful a ghost to be affected by it, but if any human had been in this room, they would be screaming.

Clockwork gets the message. He watches with trepidation as Danny flies away.

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Danny returns to Amity Park determined to slide right back into his normal life and pretend like that moment in the tower never happened. To forget about what he saw — petals, a cape, a crown — is impossible, but hell if he's not going to try his hardest to stay as far away as possible from anything even remotely king-like.

And so he does. He goes to school, fights ghosts, gets bad grades, listens to his parents' mad-scientist ramblings, plays video games, sleeps over at Sam and Tucker's houses, and generally lives exactly the life he'd rather live.

And he doesn't visit Clockwork in all that time, either. It pains him, as he enjoys Clockwork's company a lot and had even become something of an apprentice to him, but he can't risk subjecting himself to some well-intentioned lecture about the virtues of being King.

…Plus, he did kind of assault him and run away. Clockwork probably isn't very happy with him. But apologies would have to wait — for some future in which he isn't King.

School. Ghost fights. Bad grades. Mad-scientist ramblings. Video games. Sleepovers.

Life goes on.

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Sometime after Danny defeats Undergrowth, Sam drags him along to the Amity Park Botanic Gardens. Well, "drags" is a strong word — he's grateful for any excuse to hang out with Sam — but still, the thought of visiting a botanic garden and admiring plants in the wake of Undergrowth's reign of terror is insane. He expresses as much, but Sam insists that that's all the more reason to visit, as both of them need to unravel their new Pavlovian fear of perfectly innocent plant life.

Plus, apparently admissions are way down — surprise, surprise — and Sam wants to help them out before the dip in finances forces them to shutter. Fair enough.

She tried to get Tucker to come along too, but there was zero chance of getting him through the doors even before Undergrowth gifted the whole city with a healthy dose of botanophobia. So that fine day finds the two of them alone in the Gardens' newly-opened orchid exhibit, Danny antsily resisting the temptation to reach out and hold her hand.

Under the canopy lush with tropical leaves, it's hard not to feel cocooned — in a way that feels remarkably warm and safe. Everywhere they look, orchids peer back, bright and colorful with every color of the rainbow. There are big orchids and small orchids, potted orchids hanging from the limbs of towering trees, orchids that look like pinecones, orchids that look like neat tufts of fur, orchids with stripes and orchids with whiskers.

To Sam's very great credit, the exhibit is astounding, and even his shriveled, technology-loving heart can't help but marvel and be thankful that she convinced him to come here.

In time, he finds himself growing drowsy. It's like the peace and beauty of the place is infectious, to the point where his heart rate seems to slow. Eventually, he turns to Sam and asks, "Would you like to lay down?"

She agrees, and the two of them pick one of the few spots in the exhibit not overtaken by stone pathways or lush vegetation. They spend a few minutes chatting about something or other, but in time, they lapse into a peaceful silence, and Danny begins to space out.

He stares up at the canopy. The sunlight, so radiant and soft, seems to sparkle as it filters through the roof of the greenhouse and the tropical leaves below. Somewhere, a stream gurgles.

And there is a song. It takes a moment for him to realize that he's hearing it, but once he does, it's unquestionably there. It's distant and peaceful, echoing, like standing outside the door of a lofty cathedral while a choir sings inside. Sluggishly, he looks around, and as his lazy eyes focus on the beautiful strands of a white orchid, he is suddenly positive that the song is coming from them. From the orchids. From all the plants in the greenhouse, and perhaps even beyond. He doesn't know how he knows, but he knows.

He falls into a trance, enjoying the song, until suddenly, there is a sharp poke on his shoulder. He sluggishly turns his head to see Sam, who has clearly been trying to get his attention.

"Earth to ghost boy. Anyone home?"

Danny blinks a few times, but his eyes are reluctant to focus. He feels like he just surfaced from a dream. "Sorry. I was just… It's nice in here."

Sam chuckles. "You're really enjoying yourself, huh? Way more than I thought you would."

Danny chuckles too. "Yeah. You were right. I'm glad you convinced me to come here."

Now that his mind is clearing up, it slowly begins to dawn on him how utterly bizarre the last several minutes were. Plants? Singing to him? Surely he's just imagining things — he wants to believe that's the case — but no. Somehow, he's sure. Those plants were singing to him.

Maybe a touch of Undergrowth's power is still in them, like some sort of ectoplasmic residue? That's the only explanation he can think of, and it makes sense, since these very same plants were undoubtedly enthralled by the ghost just a few weeks ago. But why were they singing?

He decides not to tell Sam. He doesn't know why, but it just feels like something he should keep to himself, and not just because it sounds crazy. So he files it under "ghost thing" and leaves it at that.

It's not until he's watching a video in history class a few days later that he realizes that the song sounded an awful lot like a coronation song.

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Something similar happens after he defeats Nocturn. Three sleepless nights after he sends the ghost back to the Ghost Zone, he's finally too tired to care whether or not he will show up in his dreams again the moment he closes his eyes.

As he slips into the twilight zone between wakefulness and sleep, ensconced in a darkness broken by one particularly annoying street light, his dreams turn into something… odd.

Before him, he sees seven creatures like Nocturn — tall, dark and starry, like the night sky made manifest. He slips into a ready position, poised to either fight or run, but instead of attacking, they bring their palms together and bow, all seven in unison. And then there is at once a horde of similar creatures behind them, stretching as far as the eye can see, bringing their palms together and bowing in turn.

He wakes in a cold sweat. No. There's no way. There's no way this king thing is still following him. That couldn't be real.

He spends the next day convincing himself it was just a dream, but really, he knows better.

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The moments keep piling up. When he defeats Vortex, the clouds seem to part for him wherever he goes. When he returns Pandora's box, an ornate jewelry box mysteriously appears on his desk, which, when opened, reveals cavernous, physics-defying depths. Danny grows increasingly concerned that the ghosts have waived his quest and are pledging their fealty to him anyway.

When Clockwork appears in his bedroom one night, nearly a full year since their fight in his tower, Danny is no longer nervous to see him. Actually, he's quite relieved, since at this point, the only thing he's concerned about is getting answers.

"Would you like to have a chat?" Clockwork asks with a smile that almost seems sheepish.

It's a non-question, of course; Danny goes readily, and he's sure that Clockwork knew that he would.

Entering the tower is almost like coming home. A calm quiet; ticking; cavernous rooms cast in shadow — the whole place seems to envelop him in a hug, and briefly, Danny feels tears prick at the corners of his eyes. The past several months have been stressful. He regrets the way he treated Clockwork the last time he was here, and he regrets that he didn't have the maturity to return much earlier.

But Clockwork is ever calm and welcoming, and Danny finds thankfulness shooing away the regret in his heart. What a remarkable person Clockwork is.

The two of them stop in the same room with the basin, whose waters stand completely still. At first, Danny thinks Clockwork is going to encourage him to revisit his future, but instead, he opens a cabinet standing against the opposite wall. As he reaches inside, he says, "I have something for you."

Danny waits, more than a little curious and struggling to resist the urge to see if his coronation is still in the basin. When Clockwork turns around, he's carrying a necklace — not unlike the medallions he uses to take people out of time, but much more ornate. Gently and in silence, he drapes the necklace around Danny's neck. Once it settles, he rests his palms against Danny's chest, in a way that makes Danny think something weighty is about to come.

Their eyes meet. "You recall what I said before, yes? That there is a quest you must complete?"

"Yes."

Clockwork smooths out the wrinkles on Danny's shoulders, and then his hands just stay there. "There is a reason I tried to restrain you. By refusing to learn the quest, you expedited its completion."

Everything in Danny goes cold.

"The quest was to either defeat or receive the approval of all seven of the Ancients: Pariah Dark, Frostbite, Undergrowth, Nocturn, Vortex, Pandora and myself. And you have done so for all of them — including me."

A rushing sound fills Danny's ears.

"You have had my approval since even before Pariah Dark was granted the throne. So with the bestowing of Pandora's gift, you have become King."

The necklace feels heavy around Danny's neck — a necklace he now realizes is a coronation gift.

"I am sorry, Danny. But I stand by what I said before: you will make a great king."

Clockwork pulls him in for a hug, and Danny goes willingly. His wailing fills the tower.

Somewhere deep inside, a clock strikes twelve.

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Ectoplasmically-white petals falling from the sky. Ghostly crowds cheering. A cape. A crown. A parade. A coronation.

Danny's knuckles go white around his scepter, just as they did around the basin all those months ago.

Daniel Jack Fenton, King of the Infinite Realms.

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(Yes, I may have warped the timeline of Season 3 just a little bit. Clockwork will be waiting in the lobby to take your complaints! :þ)

#Danny Phantom #Phandom Truce 2023 #The King’s Quest #fanfiction #phanphiction #Danny Fenton #Clockwork #Lost Time #ghost king #Astatia Writing #It feels so good to use the “Astatia Writing” tag again. <3

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 1 year ago

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The Cishet 1990s American Father-Son Movie, Good Omens triggered.

For those who are confused, @howmanyholesinswisscheese made a heartbreaking Good Omens post. Read it and weep.

The reblogs however degenerated into a Cishet Father-Son saga, since you maggots are all my adoptive parents. Here is a more polished version of my latest contribution to the hellsite.

[Opening credits play over highly saturated, sundrenched midwest farmland. Bob Dylan's Sara plays and the title appears as the camera slows to a halt in front of a sprawling house.]

[TITLE: Farewell, Iowa, We'll Meet Again, a Gus Van Sant film]

Art 'Greeny' Matthews, a man who does an honest day's work in the farm and is pretty darn proud of it, wanders through his house. His wife Darlene just left him (hence the opening song), and he is faced with the prospect of raising his only son, a ten year old lad Asmond 'Mond' Matthews, on his own.

Greeny takes Mond along with him as he works in the farm on holidays, riding in the tractor. Mond cries about Darlene, who didn't even leave a note, the hussy, and Greeny comforts him as much as he can. "It'll be alright, son," Greeny says on Mond's eleventh birthday, as they sit in the stable with a badly made cake on the wobbly stool. "Just you and me, eh? Not bad!"

"I hate chocolate," Mond whispers miserably, and the birthday party ends in more tears.

When Mond is thirteen, he starts to grow more closed with his emotions, just helping his dad around the farm. They're making a huge profit, and Greeny has business deals and free time, and makes an effort to bring Mond along to golf games and such. Mond is being bullied in school for being caught writing poetry, but he refuses to tell his dad why he comes home with a black eye every other week.

"I'm always here if you want to talk over a game of catch, son," Greeny tries one day. "No thanks, dad," Mond says, and wanders away into the stable. At fourteen, Greeny tries to bring him on fishing trips to discuss his feelings, as they used to do back when Darlene lived with them. Mond swallows, but shakes his head.

Finally, Mond can't keep it from him anymore, and when Greeny finds out, he goes into a rare fit of temper. "Just like your mother, boy!" he says, hand rattling his mug of ale. "A wanderer and a careless fool, that's what you'll turn out to be! There ain't no place in this world for people livin' in their heads."

Mond doesn't write poetry anymore.

As Mond grows, though, he helps out more with the farm, and they bond over hopes for future profit, and joking about golf, which they both find pretentious. "C'mon, champ, let's go play golf," Greeny says while they watch suited businessmen make their way to the house, out of place amidst the yellow-green farmland. "What's your favourite golf club?"

"That a literal club, or the thing they whack the ball with, dad?" Mond responds, and Greeny chortles. "I taught you better than that, son."

He has high hopes for Mond, he will take over the farm. Greeny is growing weary of his duties, he married late and had Mond even later.

[Montages of sunlight days ensue, intercut with shots of Mond, who always has a melancholic air about him. His mother was a dancer, and that rebellious spirit, so long dormant, is beginning to stir as he enters his twenties.]

On his twenty-first birthday, Greeny has baked him a cake, not chocolate. Mond barely sees it. His father doesn't know him. Not really. Not at all. When Greeny says he is handing over the farm to him, and starts to give him instructions about the responsibilities, Mond has had it.

He picks up the rucksack he's been storing by the umbrella stand for weeks, and shoulders it as Greeny pauses mid-lecture. "I'm sorry, dad," Mond says. "I'm going away to be my own man. This was your dream. Not mine."

Greeny is too frozen to stop him.

[Knockin' on Heaven's Door by Bob Dylan plays with another montage]

Mond travels the States, far from home and Iowa, and after a year of struggle finally publishes his first anthology of poetry. Hoping to make his dad proud, he sends a letter home asking if it imperative he return, since he's too ashamed to say he wants to. The reply is a brief but polite no from the housekeeper, saying his father wishes him well but does not require that he return. Assuming Greeny wants nothing to do with him, Mond stays away, bitter and homesick.

He is called home a few months later, and when he arrives, he is met not with Greeny, but with the housemaids and farmhands in black, and the housekeeper teary-eyed as she guides him to the back garden and a lonely gravestone. Greeny, heartbroken by his son leaving the same way Darlene his wife did all those years ago, declined in health, but he kept up the farm till the end, all ready for Mond should he want it after all, and for the head farmer if he didn't.

Mond, still carrying his book hoping to have shown his dad at last, stares in shock at the gravestone. He thinks even at the end Greeny did not know him, thought he would want the farm. Until he reads the inscription. Art 'Greeny' Matthews, friend to all, loyal husband, and most of all, proud father of a poet.

His father knew, Mond realised. His father knew what he'd been doing.

"Are ya proud, dad?" Mond whispers, dropping the book and kneeling down before the stone. "Are ya proud? It was all for you."

[The camera pulls back to show the farmland, scattered with people in black going about their work because business stops for no one, and a solitary figure by the gravestone. Bob Dylan's Blowin' in the Wind plays as the end credits roll.]

"How many roads must a man walk down, before you call him a man?

How many seas must a white dove sail, before she sleeps in the sand?"

The end.

@howmanyholesinswisscheese The challenge has been issued.

#good omens mascot #90s movies #cinema #cinema parody #gus van sant #good will hunting #my own private idaho #weirdly specific but ok #asmi #creative writing #writing #film writing #film parody #maggots #bob dylan #blowin in the wind #sara #father and son

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justporo · 1 year ago

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An update, my dears.

You might have noticed I haven't been posting as much. I mean my own stuff, there's always enough Astarion/BG3 content on here to shove in my queue or just batch-reblog!

This has several reasons which I would like to shortly talk about, but I will keep it under the cut because I don't want to bother you all with my rambling too much.

Just know: I am still writing, I have several things cooking and still many more ideas.

Okay, so I'd like to touch on several things and be warned, this will probably be half a journal entry (I don't journal eveb... although I probably should...)

First: I am trying to prepare as much as possible for the Winter Holiday Challenge. Most of the prompts will probably be filled with drabbles because I wouldn't even remotely be able to manage all that if each prompt got like a 2-3k word fill. Secondly... it is hard. Like I want to write cute stuff and it really is not that easy I feel like to come up with twelve different things that have the same theme and have it be different enough. And I don't want to throw you some super uninspired shit. So, I try to go for shorter stuff that will make a somewhat coherent timeline for a winter month with Astarion and Tav.

Second: Christmas time is starting - I love this time of year but it is also pretty stressful all around. And that goes along with me still trying to balance everything.

Third: I feel my standards have been raised. Not saying that my writing has gotten better, but when I first started I just type-type-typed and then immediately hit post. I can't do that anymore. I need to edit - sometimes I give it several passes. Also most pieces have become so much longer than anticipated, one could say unnecessarily long, but I'm not sure about that (looking at you next chapter of "Stars that collide"). And I've noticed that I haven't necessarily been writing less but the process has evolved and looking back I can't even wrap my head around how I almost posted new writing at least like any other day...

All that being said: I have absolutely no intention to stop. But I probably will branch out in the future, maybe write other stuff too, try other projects - hoping to make this a permanent thing in my life.

Alright, that was long - hope you're still staying with me and enjoy my writing (if that's what you're here for!)

#poro rambles #poro writes

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blueberrybanee · 1 year ago

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CHRISTMAS!!!!!! 🎄🎁🎉

Hi y'all I know I'm late as hell (I was trying to make a Christmas drawing to go with the theme of this post but it was taking too long to finish and I'm really tired) but I still wanted to get a Christmas post in to celebrate!!! I hope everyone had a good day, even if you don't celebrate Christmas <33

Now... I don't have a drawing ready like I wanted, but I do have a decent haul, so I'm here to show the world my favorites of the things I got ‼️🗣

I got all of these from my buddy @linminty !!! We exchanged gifts for the first time and it was so !!! much fun !!! I absolutely love the entire package (Yes, Ethan, I know it's been hours since I opened that box up and I'm STILL hyped over all the stuff you sent me) and I'm very happy you like my gift, too 😁🫶💙 (I can't even pick a favorite out of all of these because they're all so cute I WILL CRY!!!) {Also somebody please help, I need to pick a name for the cute lil alien 🥺}

Lastly, I got these from my mum!!! I love them all, but omg, the K-2SO one almost made me cry when I opened the gift I swear (I love him so much he is very dear to me ESPECIALLY AFTER I LOST MY BLACK SERIES K-2SO ☹️☹️☹️ IDK WHERE HE WENT!!!) {Also the Mando & Grogu set is so cute LOOK AT THEMMM}

To end things off, as a treat, here's my dog Zuka wearing her new Christmas tie :))) {I had to make her look up for the picture so she wouldn't eat the tie cuz she really wanted to LMFAO}

Alright, that's it for now! I'm really tired, but I might post a late Christmas drawing for tomorrow as a follow-up! Happy Holidays everyone, I hope the rest of the month goes well for all of you!!! <33

{ Tagging the homies 💪💙 @linminty @ghastly-poltergeist @twixedworlds @white-knight7255 @virtualexpertanchor }

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megumar · 1 year ago

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i translated 鶴子's oldtakak doujin because i need me some old men yaoi before this year ends!! (🔞 R-18/NSFW 🔞)

i had such an EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER translating this-- it went from wholesome > shocking > funny > frustrating > wholesome and funny again > frustrating again > sentimental > horny > shocking again > horny again > and then sentimental again… this took me almost a week LOL i hope i did this right---

the translations might not be 100% correct (i used google translate), also this doujin was supposed to take place on christmas day but that day is obviously over so… happy holidays then! ✨

pg.1

❤️ 40 years old JoKa fabrication warnings ❤️

❤️ JoKa in their 40s who are married and living together. ❤️ A romantic comedy about Jotaro who goes back to when he was a teenager. ❤️ I want to dress these old men in school uniforms! This is that kind of book. Merry Christmas! ❤️ R-18

pg.2

(on a snowy evening…)

pg.3

J : *enters house* Kakyoin, I'm home. Sorry for being late… K : *off screen* Welcome home, Jotaro! J : *looking around* Kakyoin? K : Please wait just a bit… K : I was taking in the laundry! Great job today. (woah, it's so cold~) K : I've finished preparing the bath and dinner, too. What will you do? K : Ah! Or, do you want to do me first? ❤️ Dr. Kujo is naughty~ ❤️❤️ (just kidding~ ❤️) J : Well, that's not bad either. But before that… J : Lend me that. K : The laundry? I'll clean them up. J : No, I went to the beach the other day, so most of it must be mine.

pg.4

J : I'll be the one to clean them up. You must be tired from work too. K : No, it's fine. I'll do it, you can just rest, so give it to me! J : No. (hmph…) K : Alright… Then let's do it together. J : Mm… K : But thank you for helping me, Jotaro. *smooch* K : After cleaning up, shall we take a bath together? K : (i'll wash your back too~ ❤️ just kidding~) (later…) K : ……

pg.5

J : *folds the laundry* K : … Noho~ Hohoho~ J : … What is it, Kakyoin? Is my way of folding really that strange? K : No, sorry. K : The image of the world's greatest Dr. Kujo folding laundry… I've always thought you were kind of cute. J : … I don't get it. K : Don't you think it suits you in a good way? Though it feels weirdly mismatched. K : Didn't you help out when you were a student? At Ms. Holly's, I mean. (H : here ❤️ Jotaro ❤️ your change of clothes~ ❤️) (J : ……) J : … Well, I was a kid, after all. K : Nohoho! You've matured enough to admit it! Look, just give me a little smile. J : ? Why. K : Come ooon…

pg.6

K : You look even older when you're silent. (oh no~) J : ! J : I don't care about appearances anymore, but I'd hate it if you hated me… Kakyoin. *smiles warmly* K : Aaah~~ I love you, Jotaro~~ ❤️❤️❤️ *nuzzle nuzzle* J : Hey, hey. Easy, Kakyoin, easy. K : Nohoho… You laugh in a way I can't imagine from you when you were really young. J : Is that so? Does that mean the old me is better? K : That's not what I meant… The old days were good, but now I'm satisfied enough. K : …… K : … I don't know if you're satisfied though.

pg.7

(*stares at each other*) K : *sweats* Eh? What is it now… Jota- J : I have no complaints. I'm so satisfied that I'm satisfied. J : … It's just… K : I-It's just…? *badump badump* J : … No, there's nothing to say now. *stands up* I'm going to take a bath. K : J-Jotaro…? K : *grips Jotaro's arm with HG* Jotaro, wait!! Did I do something--

pg.8

(Jotaro tripped over the laundry bucket and falls) K : !! JOTAROOO!! (later…) (Jotaro wakes up) K : Jotaro…! Jotaro!

pg.9

K : Aah, thank goodness! Sorry, I grabbed your arm all of a sudden… It made a lot of noise, but does it hurt?? (HG : i'm sorry---) K : Jotaro? J : …… K : I made it into an ice pillow, but I wonder if you'll catch a cold if I let it get too cold… Are you cold? Are you okay?? K : Ah, I'll bring a regular pillow if you don't mind. Would you like to drink something anyway? Can you get up? K : I never thought you'd hit your head so hard that you would faint… J : … K : It's my bad habit to get Hierophant out right away… K : … Hey, Jotaro… K : Why don't you say anythi-- NGH!? J : *grabs Kakyoin's mouth* So noisy.

pg.10

J : Shut up, you idiot. You're so loud. K : !? J : … Hey, you look a little different, but you're Kakyoin… right? K : *thinking* This tone… No way-- J : I see… That's what it's about. J : I must be around that age, too… Tch… Shit. I can't remember anything. K : Th-Then, what do you remember? J : AH? K : Ah? What… J : … I'm a student now. As long as I remember, you were also wearing a school uniform. K : H-Huh… J : Good grief… Did I just went back to being a student only on the inside? How unlucky. *scratches his neck* K : *thinking* This rude tone and the way he sits… K : *internally* As I thought, he went back to when he was a student! K : *thinking* It's kind of fresh…

pg.11

J : … What is it, Kakyoin? K : *thump! ❤️* Eh? J : Don't stare at me like that. K : A-Aah… Sorry! K : It must be so hard for you to not have any memories, even if it's only partially… J : Keh! J : Says the person who caused the fall. J : *smirks* You'll take full responsibility, so get ready. K : *kyun kyun kyuuun ❤️❤️* Y-Yes… Please be gentle… K : *internally* This might be… Pretty bad…!! (Jotaro, a while ago : *warmly* Kakyoin…) (Jotaro, now : *grumpy* AAH?)

pg.12

J : By the way, the hell's with these tasteless clothes? K : Nohoho…! That's the ones you chose for yourself. *pat pat* J : Is this a hobby of mine? Unbelievable… I wanna change my clothes quickly. K : In that case, I'll take out your school uniform and give it to you. J : Oi… I can find it on my own. K : What are you talking about? K : Even you, the usual one, probably don't know where it is, so it's the same thing. Please wait a moment. J : …… (later…) K : Wow… You can still wear it enough, right? J : …… K : I'm glad I took it out for cleaning. 🎵 J : Isn't the tanktop too clean? Moreover, I can't wear it unless I move the belt hole. I need to train myself properly. K : Fair enough… You're much younger than the average forty year old.

pg.13

K : Besides… Yeah. *puts on Jotaro's coat* K : As I expected, you still look good… In that uniform. K : Aah~ How nostalgic. 🎶 *cuddle cuddle* J : … Oi, Kakyoin. Don't stick around me too much- K : No~pe… You've always been really cool… K : You're quiet, but you're strong and kind. I feel like I'm falling in love all over again now. J : … Tch. *blushes* J : Don't say embarrassing things like that. K : Fufu… Sorry. K : I can't help but want to tease you. Maybe you're shy, Jotaro? Ah, you're younger now, so I guess you'll be Jotaro-kun-- J : *annoyed* I said don't stick around me too much.

pg.14

K : You look so cute when you're embarrassed~ *smile smile ❤️* J : Tch--- J : Don't call a man cute!!! Stop clinging to me like you're a woman!! J : It's so annoying!!! K : *startled* K : … I'm sorry. Looks like I got a little too carried away. K : *internally* It's the first time Jotaro called me annoying… ❤️ *kyun kyuuun ❤️❤️* (i've always wanted to be told that~) K : Sorry, I won't say it again. J : …… *sweats* K : *internally* Moreover, he wanted to apologize for yelling, but he seemed to be having a hard time saying it now~~ (nohohohoho~ ❤️❤️) K : *thinking* Maybe it's not so bad to be treated coldly once in a while. K : Uniform alone is not enough. K : I'll bring some other clothes. 🎵 J : … Oi, Kakyoin. J : What I just said is true. K : *thinking* Eh? K : Do you mean don't call you cute?

pg.15

J : Don't get too attached to me. There are times when I won't let go of things that I would normally let go. J : You don't understand what kind of condition I'm in right now. K : Does that mean that… If I touch you… K : … You'll lose your patience? J : Don't tease me, then. K : *hugs Jotaro* J : Oi, there… Kakyoin. K : It's okay. Your memory will likely come back if we treat each other the same way we usually do.

pg.16

K : So we'll do it like we "always" do, then maybe you'll remember. K : Look… *pulls Jotaro closer* K : Come here more. J : This guy lost his soul. People change as they get older. J : *smirks* He turns bright red just by holding your hand. K : Sorry… I'm not saying it's anyone's fault though. *badump badump* K : *internally* In that face… It's unfair to give me that look… K : *thinking* I wonder how will you kiss me now? *leans in to kiss*

pg.17

K : *internally* How will you… hold* me…? (*as in "dominate/topping") (*boing! ❤️*) K : Whuh? J : … Jeez. J : They say it's a shame for a man not to eat set meals, but I'm younger than him now. *puts his hat on Kakyoin* J : It seems like you would rather be attached to someone younger than him. I don't know which one is more embarrassing… K : !

pg.18

J : … Eh, Kakyoin-san? *grins* K : *thinking* He dodged it-- (hmph…) (HG : too bad…) (usually) (J : anyone who says that is punished. *carries Kakyoin to bed*) (K : nohoho~ help me~ ❤️) J : Well, I'm going to bed now. I have a headache and I'm sleepy. K : Hm… K : What about dinner? J : … Sorry, I don't need it. K : What about the bath? J : … When I wake up, I'll go on my own. K : Then, I'll guide you. J : I don't need that. J : I really don't need that kind of care. I can find the place by myself. K : Ah… K : Okay. Then I'll put the futon on first. J : … First? K : Eh? K : We always sleep together, after all.

pg.19

J : Sleep alone. *yeets Kakyoin out with SP* K : What the hell, Jotaro! Where am I going to sleep-- J : The sofa, I guess. K : My body will hurt! (HG : how mean! *huff puff*) J : Y'know, Kakyoin… J : You're just a little too much for me. J : You and I aren't kids anymore either. K : …! J : Good night.

pg.20

K : Good night… Jotaro. K : *thinking* Too much, huh… It's true that when I was a student, I kept my distance even more. K : *internally* Even though you were the first to jump over that distance… *flashback* K : *blushes* Aah… I just remembered something strange… I've had enough--!

pg.21

K : I take back my words about how it's not so bad to be treated coldly… J : ……… (Jotaro remembering the almost-kiss) J : … Tch! J : What does he mean by "always"? Good grief…

pg.22

(the next morning…) K : Fuah… Good morning, Jotaro. J : Oh… Morning. J : Sorry, is it bad to smoke? K : It's okay, it's your body, do what you like with it. It's been a while since I saw you smoking. K : I'll take your tiger's cub* too. (*Tiger's cub (Tora no ko) is a term that refers to something so precious that you cannot let it go.) J : So you smoke like this too, don't you. K : *puffs* Nah, I don't normally smoke. K : At some point, I learned to imitate you. K : Hey, Jotaro. Until your memory returns… K : I'll be careful not to close the distance between us as much.

pg.23

K : … So, could you please stay by my side without being too cautious? J : … Ok. K : Alright! K : Well then, I'll use it as a starting point to bring back your memories. Would you like to play a game with me? J : A game? Are you still doing things at your old age? K : It's one of my few hobbies. Actually, I've wanted to compete with you ever since we were students! J : Hm. Then, let's bet something. K : Whoa, that idea is nostalgic too. J : Aah? (then both of them play games together)

pg.24

K : Ah! Eh?? Wait, Jotaro, how did you learn that trick!? J : What. By playing seriously, I guess. K : Really? You're not cheating?? J : I'm not… I swear. (later…) J : It's my rise again. K : Hey you… You're really not cheating, are you? You didn't see my cards, right? K : Did you use your Stand?? J : I didn't see them. J : So what should we bet next? How about the loser has to prepare dinner? K : Alright, let's compete again! (later…) K : I guess I'll make it again, after all. You're absolutely cheating. J : No, I'm not. Don't be too suspicious. J : I won the arm wrestling with my pure strength. K : That's true, but come on… K : It's frustrating because I can't always win. Let's try again later.

pg.25

(later…) K : Aah… That was fun! J : Well, you'll get tired if you play games all day long. On top of that, you even drank alcohol. You've became this drunk. K : I'm an adult, so it's okay! J : Let me drink too. K : (nohohoho~) You're still a child on the inside, so it's no good! Just in case. J : Don't act like a grown-up here. J : Games and cards… You were just playing around like a kid, but you never get tired of it. K : Hm… K : My bad, but I had fun. Because… K : Actually, it's something I wanted to see you do when we were students. Cards, games… and all that. K : I don't want to see you skipping class, though. (nohoho~) J : … Kakyoin. K : Hm?

pg.26

J : You've learned to smile like that. It's rare to see that wide mouth moving. J : You look good. K : !! *blushes* K : R-Really? (image of younger Kakyoin pouting) J : You always wore a deadpan Buddha face. You rarely smile or just lift the corners of your mouth… (K : ah, the alcohol-) (J : here.) K : I didn't realize it myself… But if you say so, I guess it's true. J : Fuh! J : It's all thanks to me, so I'll do it too. K : *stares at Jotaro chuckling* J : Jeez… I'm angry at myself for not remembering. K : *leans on Jotaro* … Don't be jealous of yourself, Jotaro.

pg.27

(……) J : I told you not to stick to me… *moves away* K : …… J : …… K : … Are you avoiding me because I'm old? J : Ha? K : You don't like me becoming an old man, do you? K : You remember me who was still in high school, so it's only natural that you're disappointed, even though you're old too. J : Kakyoin, you misunderstand. I-- K : So what do you want to say!?

pg.28

K : *stands up* Speak clearly! Anything is fine! K : Or do you think I'm a sissy who gets easily hurt!? K : Don't underestimate me, Jotaro!! K : ... It's true that I'm different now compared to before. I'm older. K : I want to cook for you, take care of you, sleep with you, cuddle with you, touch you… K : I-It might make me seem weak, and I may not have a visible trace of masculinity… K : But I'm not ashamed of it. I've changed because I was with you… K : … And I couldn't be alone anymore. J : Kakyoin… *grips Kakyoin's wrist* K : … It's partly your fault, after all.

pg.29

K : You reached out first. *flashback* K : I don't have any interest in girls anymore. Even when it comes to sex, I've only ever done it with you. K : As you grow older, you become more and more attractive. *weeps* I wanted us to be more happy, so I did a lot of things. K : The only masculine part I have left is my penis… J : PE--!? What did you just say--? K : What!! K : You've said even more obscene stuff! (like **** and ****!) Don't you remember!? Stupid!! J : Well, I don't remember. K : AARGH--! 💢 (Jotaro pulls Kakyoin down and hugs him) K : ! J : It was… My bad.

pg.30

J : I've been curious about it for a while. J : You look like a housekeeper. You prepare food and bath, and take care of me… J : I felt like a big brat, or even a lord. J : That's what "always" happened. Is it normal now for you to do everything for me? J : When we were students, we walked shoulder to shoulder. J : Is the adult me forcing you, a man, into a role you don't want to play? J : If I had treated you like that, I feel like punching myself. K : Jotaro…

pg.31

K : You've never forced me to do anything. Partly because I was at home a lot… K : Please don't be so angry. J : … But I really don't like being overprotective. K : Yeah… I understand as much. J : … Also, you said something that I shouldn't ignore. J : You… Are you worried because you're getting older? K : W-Well, a little… J : It's because your skin is a little sagging, but those laugh lines can be profitable. *lifts Kakyoin's chin* K : Jo… taro… J : I'm in love with you, Kakyoin-san. J : Ever since I wore my school uniform.

pg.32

(*kiss*) K : …! J : Even the kid me can see… J : That you'll always be beautiful. (*kiss kiss*) J : *lifts Kakyoin's shirt up*

pg.33

K : Ah… W-Wait, Jotaro… (haah) J : What… We don't need a bath. K : That's not it--! K : I'm kinda bothered because now you're the same person as you were when you were young, so it should be the opposite… K : No- Usually it would be me-- Um-- Well--- J : AH? 💢 K : It was always up to me, so it's kinda different-- Uhmm--- K : … What should I do… K : What should I do best… K : Normally, I would have had more time to give you a little something… K : But, because you're like this… K : I feel embarrassed… I still don't know how to hold you… K : What should I do, Jotaro…

pg.34

J : *flicks Kakyoin's nipple ❤️* K : Ngh… J : Kuku… I don't want you to be that scared, Kakyoin. K : Ah… Ah-- J : I'm getting more excited. Hey… Let's go to the futon, shall we? K : … (haah) J : I want to hold you quickly… K : … Jotaro, um… J : ? K : After that, I have… A request… (later, at the bedroom…)

pg.35

(both of them wears their uniforms) J : This is such a bizarre feeling. Is this "normal" for adults too? J : It's like sexual services… Kakyoin-san. K : C'mon… Don't say anything mean, Jotaro… K : I thought you were more used to seeing this… K : I guess it doesn't suit me after all? J : Nah… It suits you. *unbuttons Kakyoin's uniform* J : But you're the one who's most excited, huh. *sucks Kakyoin's nipple through his shirt* K : …! K : Wait-- The shirt--- J : If it bothers you, just turn it over yourself.

pg.36

(Kakyoin's shirt has unbuttoned) J : What a cute color… Do you want me to touch you directly? K : Yes… (haah) K : I want you to touch me… Ah--! J : *bites and licks Kakyoin's nipple* K : Nngh-- ❤️❤️ J : *rubs Kakyoin's dick* Does it feel good…? K : Mmm… It feels good… (haah ❤️) J : Really? It's still half erect… Is it always like this? K : No… That's not… (haah) J : Tch… It's because you drink alcohol.

pg.37

K : No… I'm… fine with this, so… (fuuh) J : *bites Kakyoin's ear* …? J : What do you mean? *his bulge pokes Kakyoin's ass* K : …! K : S-So… It feels good when I ejaculate, but… I'm already used to going inside… K : *internally* Jotaro is… Getting really hard… J : Seriously… You're amazing… *stroke stroke* K : Noho… Because I'm an adult now… K : That's why, Jotaro… *strokes Jotaro's bulge* J : !

pg.38

K : The messy foreplay… I don't mind skipping it. (fuuh ❤️) K : After all, you're a hot-blooded boy right now, aren't you? J : … It's going to be hard for you. K : Thank you, Jotaro… But… *turns around* K : You want to insert it here quickly, right? (haah ❤️) J : …… *caressed by HG* K : I don't need any patience or consideration that I'm not used to. I'm also a man, so I'm surprisingly sturdy.

pg.39

J : You… It's dirty of you to invite me like that, but don't say you don't like it halfway through. *pins Kakyoin down* K : Ngh… ❤️ No way… I won't say that I don't like it… (haah) K : Because you're always so kind to me, I'm okay with being treated badly sometimes… J : *unbuckles his pants, still caressed by HG ❤️* K : No matter how embarrassing my words or actions are, the only one who sees it is you, right? (haah) K : Even if it hurts a little, it's fine if it's from you. (haah) J : … Keep it quiet. You're so eager to take advantage of me, aren't you. *rubs his cock on Kakyoin's ass* K : Ah-- Ah… K : That's not true, Jotaro--

pg.40

K : I'm that kind of man, so sometimes I want to be rolled around in your palm… (haah) J : I see… *inserts his cock* K : Ah-- Hn-- ❤️ J : Then let me do as I like. *pounds Kakyoin's ass ❤️❤️* K : Ngh-- AH! Jota-- KHA--! GHAH-- ❤️❤️❤️

pg.41

(they proceeds to fuck, but Jotaro slowly pulling out for some reason)

pg.42

K : *looks back, panting* No…! I don't want it to be shallow, Jotaro-- K : Please, Jotaro--- (haah haah) J : I said let me do as I like, so shut up. *pulls out* K : Ah- ❤️ Nha-- ❤️ J : Not you shaking your hips while wearing a school uniform. You're such a lewd old man. *tongue kiss* K : S-Sor… ry-- Hngh~~ ❤️❤️ J : Don't apologize. I like you like this. *kiss kiss* K : Ngh… ❤️❤️ Jotaro-- I like… it too… ❤️

pg.43

(they proceeds to fuck again ❤️)

pg.44

J : Hey, Kakyoin… I can cum inside you, right? (haah haah) K : Ah- What is--- (uwah!) J : How many times can I cum? J : Can you show me once? *smirks* K : Eh--? Ah… Th-That face-- Don't… look at me… with that face-- Jotaro---! J : My face~? That's rude. K : That face is no good-- (haah haah ❤️❤️) J : *pang!* …? J : Even if you say my face is no good… Aah, I see. J : Maybe it's because it's different from "usual"… Did I also refer to myself as "me" (watashi)? *pats Kakyoin's head* K : Yes… You're… (haah) K : Very mature… and kind… J : Hmm…

pg.45

J : … Do you miss "me" (watashi) that much? Kakyoin… *nuzzles* K : Eh--? Eh…? Could it be that you've… returned-- *panting* J : Were you lonely because you couldn't meet me? I'm sorry for the inconvenience. J : I was lonely, too… *smooch* K : Hn… ❤️ I'm so glad… Jotaro… J : It's alright now. *smooch smooch*

pg.46

J : *twitches* Nh… Hah… Aah, it feels so good inside you… Kakyoin. J : You… ate me so deep… (haah) K : *kyuuun ❤️* …! ❤️ K : Ah… K : Jotaro… Somehow, I-- can't… (haah haah) K : When I see your face… I want to… cum right away… ❤️ *thump thump ❤️❤️* J : Fuh… You can cum as much as you like.

pg.47

J : I'll pay attention to everything. *pounds Kakyoin's ass again ❤️* K : Ah- AH--! ❤️❤️ Hah-- Fuuh--- ❤️ K : Jo… taro-- J : Kakyoin… *grips Kakyoin's wrist*

pg.48

J : That's… Round one. *grins* K : Ah… No… As I expected… I thought it was strange-- Pretending to be back… J : Thanks to you, I was able to see some good stuff. It must have been quite a show. K : Jeez-- You are… K : Being yourself… So it's only natural… that you can do it-- *slaps Jotaro with HG* J : Ow-- Even though you're going to cum just from that. K : It can't be helped--! 💢 *slap slap* J : Your voice is so loud that you really sounds like a woman. K : *sits up* What's up… With you--

pg.49

K : Haa… *bounce bounce* K : Do you know… Who is making you feel…? K : Looking at me like I'm a girl. K : Even though I'm aroused… J : … The condescending face isn't bad either… How erotic. K : Stupid-- (haah) K : Next, it's your turn to cum-- J : I'm glad that you're willing to straddle me… *grope grope* J : If I can, I don't want to cum just yet… K : Eh…? J : … My head has been hurting really bad for a while now. K : … On the part that was hit? J : Yeah… K : … I see…

pg.50

(*kiss kiss*) K : … Are you still thinking that you don't want to go back yet? J : … I'm thinking of having sex with you two more rounds. K : Nohoho… Your body won't keep up. J : You don't get it, do you… *bites Kakyoin's nipple* K : Oh--!! Hn… ❤️ Don't knead it too much… K : Good boy, good boy… *pet pet* K : You're really cute…

pg.51

K : Ah-- Sorry, I said it again, out of habit… J : That's okay, I don't really care. *pout* K : *thinking* … This face, it looks like it's not good at all… K : *internally* When he looked at me like this, I thought he was angry and I apologized, which made him even more angry… *flashback* K : *thinking* … Now that I think about it, was he sulking…? K : Ngh…? K : Hey, what are you… K : Jotaro…? Hn-- J : *marks Kakyoin's chest* K : Wait, it hurts… J : Shuddup. J : Be quiet and I'll come back, so let me do what I want a little more. K : Hnn… (haah) J : Here, look at me.

pg.52

J : If being cute to me is your habit, then this is mine. J : … Now, you won't forget me for a while. K : … (haah) K : Jotaro… J : Let "me" (watashi) know when I get back, about whether I was a cute or a bad boy. K : D-Don't tell me you're competing with each other? J : …… J : *thinking* Ah, should've stayed silent. K : I'm happy, but… This congestion won't go away anytime soon, because I'm not young anymore… J : What are you saying? I told you it's okay. K : Ng…?

pg.53

K : What do… you mean… K : *thinking* … Huh-- What… Jotaro's… face… is-- J : Unfortunately, right now my body and head are in disarray. J : It's making me look pathetic and ungainly, but… J : My desire for possession hasn't changed. J : Even if it's just for now… J : You're mine. *caresses Kakyoin's body*

pg.54

K : *turns on* Jotaro… ❤️ K : *bounce bounce! ❤️* Fells… so good-- ❤️❤️ J : Mh… Do you like riding me? Kakyoin… K : Haah… Yeah-- ❤️ I like it… I like iiit-- ❤️❤️

pg.55

J : Really… *sits up* J : Which is better, me (ore) or "me" (watashi)? K : D-Don't ask me… that-- Ah-! No-- (don't… rub it--) J : *rubs Kakyoin's dick* Tell me. K : *clings* I love both-- I love both, so… Ah-- Please, let me go-- (haah) J : Hahh… Even though you're an adult, it's luxurious… There, just a little more… Be patient. *pound pound! ❤️❤️*

pg.56

(they've reached their climaxes and FINALLY CAME ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ////////)

pg.57

J : … You-- (haah haah) J : Fuck… I don't wanna go back… *kiss* K : Mmh… Jo-- ta… ro… ❤️❤️❤️ *kiss kiss* J : Kakyoi--… J : *wide-eyed* …!

pg.58

J : … Kakyoin? K : !! K : J-Jotaro…! Did you came back?? Has your memory returned to normal!? J : Yes… It seems like that… I'm sorry. K : … Ah. J : ? K : You… Did you really, reaaally came back to normal…? J : Hm? Why are you so suspicious… J : *sees Kakyoin's body* … Aah… I see.

pg.59

J : It seems like he had a lot of fun while it wasn't me… But I don't think students should be too rowdy. K : Ah--! Th-This-- *covers himself* J : It's fine, don't hide it. J : From what I saw, it didn't look like you were forced to be intangible, and since it was you, he probably handled it well. J : It was a bit too stimulating to see for the first time after I noticed it… But I'm glad you seemed satisfied. K : …… J : …… K : Um… Jotaro… J : Hm? K : The student you told me, that I care too much for you, and you… don't like it when I do that to you. K : Before you fell, you were about to say that you were satisfied, but… It was just that. J : Just that?

pg.60

K : The reason why I care about you so much… In the end, is because of my own self-satisfaction. (image of younger Kakyoin) K : I wonder if what you're really looking for… is the sense of distance we had back then. K : Was what I "always" did… too close to you? J : …… *strips* K : ! K : J-Jotaro…? J : Kakyoin.

pg.61

J : C'mere. K : … ❤️ *nods* (*cuddle cuddle ❤️*) J : Is what I just did strange? K : It's not strange… I'm glad. J : But it's probably not a manly behavior. If I were the old "me" (ore), I wouldn’t do it. K : That's right… But, I like you… the way you… are now…

pg.62

J : Me too. *smooch ❤️* (*flashback*) J : The distance between us back then was certainly nostalgic, but it can't stay the same forever. J : Someday, when our journey ends, I'll be away from you. J : I thought we would grow up in a place where neither of us knew each other. J : … But for some reason, my hand reached out to you. J : Am I making you worry in the first place? Did I force you, a man, to be on the passive side? I was in agony all the time. J : I thought I had done something wrong. J : During that time, you changed into an ordinary man. J : It would be rude if I didn't respond to that resolution. J : We are here now because of your resolve.

pg.63

J : Before answering whether I'm satisfied or dissatisfied with our life, I had to say thank you. J : I'm sorry for making you anxious. *caresses* J : I'm grateful for your "always"… Kakyoin. *embraces* K : *bluuuuush* K : UUUUUHHH~~ Jotarooooooo~~~ ❤️❤️❤️ *hugs tight* J : It's a good change that you're more tearful now. Good grief. K : Uuh… Sorry for being so effeminate… *sob sob* J : What… You don't remember what you said a long time ago? K : Eh…?

pg.64

(*flashback*) J : When we were on the trip, on a whim, "I" (ore) asked you… J : What you would do if the person you fell in love with was of the same gender. K : … It's not that important whether you're a man or a woman. K : I think both masculinity and femininity are subjective, and you can do whatever you want. K : Gender doesn't diminish a person's humanity. K : Since you chose that person, they will also see the "human" that you are, right? J : I was surprised when you told me that, and I thought you were so handsome… J : That I fell in love with you even more.

pg.65

K : *blushes* Did… I said that…? J : Yes, while you were licking that cherry. (that was shocking) J : *strokes Kakyoin's inner thigh* K : Ngh-- J : After that, I was the first to make a move, but… J : Your attitude was also one of the reasons… K : No… That was… not my intention-- (hn ❤️) J : Well… If you say so, that's fine. *bites and licks Kakyoin's nipple* K : Ah-- Hyah-- K : C'mon… Jotaro… ❤️ K : Noho-- It… tickles… ❤️

pg.66

J : I'm overwriting the marks that "I" (ore) left behind. *sucks Kakyoin's nipple* K : O-Ow…! K : If you suck it that hard-- It hurts--- J : Liar. You like it when it hurts a little. K : No- AH… Auuh-- ❤️ J : *rubs Kakyoin's dick ❤️* K : Hnn~~ ❤️❤️ I-I'm sorr-- ❤️ K : Haah… K : Yeah… I like the pain… K : There's nothing I don't like when you do it to me… Jotaro… J : *inserts his cock* … You're really good at rolling me over. *smooch ❤️* K : Hn… ❤️ *strips* J : You're a nice guy, in both personality and body.

pg.67

(they proceeds to fuck yet again ❤️❤️) K : Nh-- J : …! J : … Fuh… J : Kakyoin. K : *sucks Jotaro's finger* Haa… Ng… What…? K : Jotaro…

pg.68

(*flashback*) J : In the past, I used to think… J : About how I would roll you in my palm if I had you, but… J : If your hand feels so comfortable… J : It wouldn't be a bad idea to roll me over yourself. J : Am I holding you or are you holding me? I don't understand… K : … ❤️

pg.69

(later…) (Jotaro sleeps and Kakyoin went to take a shower)

pg.70

K : Uh… It hurts… Maybe I pushed myself too hard… K : *looks in the mirror* …… (*flashback*) J : What would you do if the person you fell in love with was of the same gender? K : *thinking* … If you were asked something like that, wouldn't you have high expectations?

pg.71

K : I can and will say, that gender doesn't matter. K : And I can't let go of the hope that maybe it might be me. (flesh bud scene flashback) K : I'm sure I was the first one… to fall in love with you. K : I threw water at you and saved your hand, but I cowardly let Jotaro tell me what to do… and didn't say it myself. K : … I feel embarrassed every time I think back on it… K : Whether it's before or after, what's the point of escaping… Jeez… K : *thinking* I'm sure you know… that I have that kind of habit.

pg.72

(Jotaro wakes up) K : And you understand that you'll roll in my palm. Isn't that right? Jotaro… K : So in order to be with you… K : Whether I act as a woman or bend over to a man…. It's a trivial matter. (flashback of the two hugging each other, with Kakyoin smiling) K : … Well, no one will listen to the worldly words of an unfaithful man. K : … Except you.

pg.73

(Kakyoin smiles, and turns off the shower) (end.)

#承花 #jotakak #joka #jotaro x kakyoin #LONG POST #translations #megu write #jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #stardust crusaders #sdc #kujo jotaro #jotaro kujo #kakyoin noriaki #noriaki kakyoin #old man yaoi #old men yaoi #except not really LOL #spoilers OOPS lol

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ask-horror-ds · 1 year ago

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Does anyone have any Christmas plans, or anything special they’re hoping for for Christmas?

Sparrow, how’s Champion? Tell him he’s a good boy for me!

Sparrow: Well, I can tell you that some of us aren't making any Christmas plans, given they'll be spending the holidays in max security.

Sparrow: But I do plan on giving them something. Probably nothing more than some holiday foods. Cookies, doughnuts...depends on their preference.

Pluto: Where the FUCK did you come from??

Slash: What do you think we even could do? Are you blind? We're in a cell.

Byte: We were going to commit some holly jolly crimes, but apparently Sparrow doesn't want us to have a fun Christmas.

Pluto: JR continues to be run by stuck up, bitchy, boring birds.

Byte: How much more alliteration can you get in there?

Pluto: Bite me.

Byte: No, Byte me. You Pluto.

Pluto: i'm gonna strangle you

Gouge: ...I don't celebrate.

Gouge: I don't really care.

Gouge: Sometimes if my coworkers drag me to celebrate with them I'll put on their dumb hats but that's it

Gouge: Why does everyone wear a stupid hat for the holidays? Fucking children.

Delusion: Ah, I never really celebrated any winter holidays. Or any others, for that matter. I was always too busy.

Delusion: I don't see the point in honoring a god that doesn't help their people, anyhow.

Hunter: Oh. Er...sort of?

Hunter: I...want to make some yummy deserts, but I think...well, something- something usually goes wrong every year.

Orange: Tell them it's your dead brother. You know, the one you killed? Go on, Blue. Tell them.

Hunter: ...It's...generally the same something.

Hunter: I try my best to work around it, but it's not...I can't really prevent it.

Spindle, wrapping his arm around Sparrow's shoulder: We're going to do Christmas and Chanukah.

Sparrow, rolling his eyes, amused: Spindle found out that doughnuts were a tradition Chanukah food and decided to buy about twenty boxes of them.

Pulaski, chuckling: We had to give some away.

Pulaski: The children were happy to help take them off our hands.

Spindle: It was totally worth it.

Pulaski, chuckling: Well, anyways; I'd like to make a nice dinner for everyone. It doesn't have to be holiday specific, if I make something we can all eat, I think.

Pulaski: It'd be nice to make a traditional side dish for both holidays. Desert, too. I think that'd make it even better.

Spindle: Sparrow and I still have to figure out how to, like, combine stuff so it's not weird or insensitive or whatever.

Spindle: ...I'm also hoping I won't burst into flames trying to participate, too.

Sparrow, kissing Spindle's cheek: Oh, don't worry; we'll just douse you in eggnog if that happens.

Sparrow: Oh, and Champion's doing alright. Aren't you, Champ?

Champion: Happy barks and excited tail wags

Sparrow, smiling: Good boy.

#horror!ds #Horror!DreamSwap #H!DS Pluto #H!DS Slash #H!DS Byte #H!DS Gouge #H!DS Delusion #H!DS Hunter #H!DS Sparrow #H!DS Spindle #H!DS Pulaski

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phanfictioncatalogue · 7 months ago

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Fics Including Real Celebrities (2) Masterlist

part one

Close to Bad Decisions (ao3) - phangelica

Summary: Dan leaves Phil alone at a party and Phil accidentally gets too drunk when Chris Hemsworth hits on him.

fall without a sound (ao3) - queerofcups

Summary: Dan hates The Space™.

for she had eyes (and chose me) (ao3) - phanetixs

Summary: And because Phil is so much more honest, a whole lot more delirious in love and unashamed to show it; privately to an audience of one, “I miss you. So much.”

Or, five days without Phil.

full speed, swerve off track (ao3) - iihappydaysii

Summary; Nick Jonas tells his fiancé about the time he had a crush on YouTuber, Dan Howell.

Golden Morning (ao3) - internetakeover (nymhciv)

Summary: The morning after Dan and Phil win the Golden Headphones they wake up on Nick Grimshaw’s couch, and find themselves lacking both the restraint and motivation to hide their relationship.

How I Met My Boyfriend on Queer Eye (warning: super gay) (ao3) - danhoweiis, twoheadlights (fizzfic)

Summary: au where dan is a hero on queer eye and accidentally falls in love with one phil lester

If My Complaints Could Passions Move (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan, Phil, Louis and Harry have a fanfiction club. Everything is great.

It’s a Joke (don’t hurt me) (ao3) - Bandom_Squirrel

Summary: Based on this conversation I had with my friend:

“The last two men in your camera roll are your dads.”

“That would be Dan Howell and Mikey Way. I guess Phil has been replaced.”

“No, it’s like a four-way between Dan and Phil and Mikey and Pete.”

“I don’t think the timeline of that works out.”

“Shh, it’s an AU. Hence the mpreg.”

“Ah, I’m gonna go write that now.”

Of Paparazzi and Succulents (ao3) - worriedpeach (skeletonflowers)

Summary: Actor!Dan is running away from a mob of fans when he runs into a flower shop. There, he meets a quirky florist who has an absurd liking towards succulents, seeming to think they have feelings of their own.

Party Poison (ao3) - your_starless_eyes

Summary: Dan and Phil get a bit too drunk during a party...

...the next morning it bites them on the arse.

Realized I Can't Not Be with You (ao3) - whoops_ima_dannie

Summary: dan and phil are crew members on fall out boys tour

Remember, Everything Will Be Alright (ao3) - luvliv2004

Summary: Dan's life is forever changed when his plan to have a child at the same time as his best friend Harry goes awry. The community Dan finds in his newlywed husband Phil along with Harry and his boyfriend Louis is what gets him through his roughest holiday yet.

save me from the ghosts and shadows before they eat my soul (ao3) - barboletta

Summary: It’s not like Dan imagined his life to be at twenty. He was an aspiring lawyer, (though he’d prefer actor, if everything were ideal). He was to have the life of a normal student, balancing partying, and studying--learning new things and meeting new people. He kind of does the latter part, but just not exactly how he’d expected.

or the one where Dan is a first-class thief, Phil isn't opposed to violence and they try to survive

stars guide the way (ao3) - yoongioss

Summary: Dan and Phil meet new friends at the Star Wars premiere that make them a bit less nervous and a lot more hopeful.

The birth of a phangirl (ao3) - dodo3000

Summary: One time during the radio show Dan seemed to be kind of mad, and my mind just went from there haha! And I am obsessed with Jameela Jamil, she's just so awesome.

The Curiosity of Dan Howell (ao3) - Raven052

Summary: Well... What can I say?

Dan got curious...

The Human Requirement to Breathe (ao3) - philsdrill

Summary: It’s a difficult life for Dan. Being famous and recognisable isn’t easy when you’re walking through a crowd of people… especially when you’re claustrophobic. Phil runs a coffee shop and an unusual customer ends up meaning more to him than he ever expected.

There's no way you can change the rolling tide (ao3) - rollingtide

Summary: ”Phil threw his head back laughing. And Dan felt a huge urge to kiss him, which made him feel a little bit taken back. In his 23 years on earth he had met many gorgeous men whom he had felt attracted to. But never had he felt like he needed to kiss anyone before. And he couldn’t pinpoint what the difference with Phil was.”

A famous/non-famous AU where Dan is hopeless and Phil can’t make coffee for shit.

Xmas Day (ao3) - luvliv2004

"We are Too" (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Pete, Patrick, Dan, and Phil are all in an elevator and some secrets spill out.

You're The Only Thing I'll Never Let Go (ao3) - makingdemands

Summary: 5 times Phil Lester was Absolutely Not Jealous, and Dan was distressed over it because his relationship with Phil is and always will be #Complicated.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfic #phan #phanfiction #dan and phil #celebrities #celebrities masterlist

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blizzardfluffykpop · 1 year ago

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Hello, I know this is a random ask and that is also late... But I did something I regret… I hit a car on Wednesday and Thursday one on Wednesday the guy said it was all cool about it he said it was okay but the one on Thursday….. Well I kind of did a hit-and-run I was pandemic and I didn't know what to do so I just drove away but I'm pretty sure nothing happened there was no damage nor in the first one now I can't stop thinking about it I'm so scared I don't know what to do I have been crying over it for the past few hours I have been thinking about it as well like what if they took a picture and called the cops or what if they call their insurance what if they get in contact with mine I just can't stop thinking about it and it's making me cry I'm so scared and I don't know what to do.

I am thankfully still awake- I just saw the 1 pop up when I was scrolling on my phone and still had my computer open.

Alright, I've been driving legally for 7 1/2 yrs. And 5 of those years I was uninsured. And I've had 1 hit and run but the person wasn't in it and only my car had damages- (and also wasn't a vv good parker) and had my minor bumped into someone before. So, I'm gonna do my best to console you thru here and talk a bit about how I got thru it.

But firstly, I hope you're physically okay. That is what I care most about. These things happen. And I just wish for you to know that it is okay, we all fuck up. And if worse comes to worst, you can claim that you ran in fear, and that will help you in court. (which you won't have to attend because it won't come to that)

If there is no damage (as far as you're aware of) then there is no reason to worry. If they were injured that'd be a different matter.

Wednesday's accident was an accident and if the guy was okay with it, then it's okay. I know it'll take a while to be okay with it. Because that's not easy to go through. It took me a week to process my minor bump.

That is a perfectly valid reaction to cry over it. Feel free to cry it out, it is best to feel your feelings, I promise.

Thrusday's is going to be a little different. If worse comes to worse, you may have to pay their deductible depending on if they had hit and run insurance also known as uninsured motorist coverage. If ofc they find you. But you will not have to appear in court unless you wish to appeal those charges. And even then, it's better to eat the fine than to pay a court fee on top of it all.

Now the positives, they don't have insurance. You have nothing to worry about. Insurance claims are expensive to file in general. And it's even worse to eat those prices. Other positive? They didn't catch your liscence number. *hopefully you drove off fast*

Now, I do know they cannot get your insurance information without the cops finding you, and even then, at max your insurance rates will go up. Which you're supposed to change insurances every like 6 mos-to 1 yr anyways- (I don't I'm vv lazy).

So worst case scenario, you're either paying their deductible if they decide to file a claim and they find you. And/or your insurance rate goes up. Although both can go hand in hand.

But let's think in the best-case scenario: they didn't catch your information. Or because the damage was prolly just a scratch- they won't file. (Insurance is expensive and will get you back for filing a claim- so it's kind of worthless imo) So it is unlikely they will file a claim in general. It's the holidays people are only wanting to spend money on them. And because it is the holiday season, they could find forgiveness in their hearts and just continue on their way of life. And unless they're greedy bastards you won't have to worry.

Imo you do not have to worry. It's okay, I'd keep the worry in my pocket. But if cops do not come in the next three days (at max) they don't get you. Doing further investigation into the topic I did find that it can take up to a few months for them to track. But that is ofc if they feel like pressing charges.

And imo I do not think they will press charges for something minor.

In my case, the person never knew I hit their car cause their tires were so high off the ground that I had hit that backing out of spot. I rushed off, and then we went and checked later- heh... And the other time I had bumped back into someone, we were both pulling out of the parking lot. And she backed into me and I backed into her. (I had what they call a beater) so I was just like 'it's whatever we're chill' and I also worked with them. So the first one, you'll be okay. And I promise these things happen.

My parents & I had the same hit and run where someone had hit us in the backend? But there was no damage, and we didn't file anything. Because the cops told us it was useless to. (Not that my parents could really afford that kind of claim) So if there is no damage, you have nothing to worry about.

Now, what I do know is that you can look up if there were any cop reports today on the news or sth. As long as you know the road it happened on, you'll know if they called. And basically, you'll know if you're freed.

I want to emphasize that you're okay. You did what you thought was best at that moment. We all panic, and we all get scared. Your reaction to it was flight, you ran. And that is okay, alright? You can't do anything unless the cops come knocking on your doors. But I promise your insurance won't just randomly go up (after all they don't even know if you have insurance) without notice. And that you'll be okay. You must deal with the latter problems as they come. As long as no one was injured and the car wasn't damaged, I wouldn't worry about it.

I care more about your physical and mental well-being than I do about a car. And I'm sure they share the same sentiment okay 🥺💖 Feel free to talk to me more about it okay, I'm here for you. And I'm sorry if this was a little all over the place, there's just a lot to talk about when it comes to this type of thing. But most of all, please take care dear. And sometimes things end up being our fault even when we don't intend for it.

Please keep me updated, and if you'd rather me just to listen, I can take that too.

#asks #as long as you're okay dear that is what matters more than some else's car- or yours- i promise- they're just vehicles #i'm not sure if i have to tag this for others but just in case #tw: accidents #i'm sorry if this was all over the place- but i tried to talk about everything i could think of that could cause you anxiety #and i hope you're able to sleep tonight- please don't worry too much #whatever will be will be- let it be bubba #anon asks #answered asks #i just hope you're okay

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tobythesudriantram · 2 years ago

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Learning with Mingle and Friends: Valentines

*Mingle gets up out of bed, looking at a calendar she has hung up over her bed: There's a heart sticker on the February 14th space.*

Mingle: Oh, hey kids! Say, do you know what day it is today? That's right! Valentine's Day!

*Mingle looks out of the window, looking around: The neighborhood is decorated with various heart symbols and flowers.*

Mingle: It's the holiday based around love! Do you know what love is? It's when you like someone very, very much! Above anyone else, in fact!

*Mingle then walks out of her room to see what her friends are doing: Dingle and Donk are in their room, making Valentine cards.*

Dingle: Alright, how about this? 'I love you like old people love chicken'!

Donk: Mmn... No, too vague and random. How about this: 'I hope i'm graced by your presence this Valentine's Day!'.

Dingle: Nah, too samey... Besides, it needs way more glitter. Like this. *He grabs another fresh Valentine's Day card, then opens up his small container of glitter and dumps out the contents all over the card.*

Donk: You really can't have too much of a good thing, huh?

Mingle: Hey guys, what are you doing?

Dingle: Oh, hey Mingle! We're making Valentine's Day cards!

Mingle: To give to your special kind of person?

Donk: Yeah! Though we're still having problems with the message...

Mingle: If you want a good message, you should just write exactly what you think of your special sort of person! Something unique that's never been done before! So, who's your special significant other?

*Dingle and Donk open their mouths as if to say something, but then go quiet...*

Donk: ...Uhhhhh...

Dingle: ...Hey, can you go check what Boyfriend is doing? We'll, uhhhh... Get back to this topic later.

Mingle: ...Hm. Alright then. *As Dingle and Donk get back to discussing their Valentine's Day cards, Mingle walks out to go see what Boyfriend is doing.*

*Meanwhile, Boyfriend is looking out of the window in the living room, microphone in his hands, quietly singing a tune to himself. Mingle walks in and sees Boyfriend.*

Mingle: Oh, hey Boyfriend!

Boyfriend: BAH!- b-bo... Beebop skdoo boop skdap bee bo boop...

Mingle: Writing a love song, huh? Who are you writing it for?

*Boyfriend goes quiet, then looks down in embarassment.*

Boyfriend: ...b-boo bop...

Mingle: Ohh... You don't have anyone to sing it to...?

*Boyfriend simply nods yes.*

Mingle: Oh... Don't worry, i'm sure you'll be able to find someone in the future. Trust me, you never know when love can sprout.

Boyfriend: b-bee bop skdoo beep...

Mingle: Anyway, i'm gonna go bake some cookies, you want some?

*Boyfriend nods yes.*

Mingle: Alright! You keep writing your little song - I'm sure it'll be great! *Mingle walks out.*

*Boyfriend keeps a tight grip on his microphone, thinking of potential lyrics... Though seeing so many people who already have love interests and are having way more fun than him only makes his job harder. And so, he decides to put all those feelings into song form...*

*Meanwhile...*

Diesel Dearest: ...And remember, no boys! Just go to the store, get the milk and come back as soon as possible! That's it. Understood?

Girlfriend: Gee, daddy, you're acting like you're sending me out into a warzone! It's just a straight flight to the store!

Diesel Dearest: ...Maybe you're right, but still! Just back and forth, four-minute flight! Nothing else!

Girlfriend: So be it! See you soon! *Girlfriend then flies away.*

*Meanwhile, Mingle is preparing to make cookies, though she quickly notices there's no milk in the fridge.*

Mingle: Huh? Did I forget to buy milk? Oh well, guess that means I should go to the store to get some more.

*She walks past Dingle and Donk's room, looking inside briefly.*

Mingle: Hey guys, i'm going to the store for milk, you want anything?

Donk: Uhhhh...

Dingle: More glitter!

Mingle: *Giggle* Really can't get enough of it, huh? Well, fine. Bye! *Mingle walks out of the house and down the street to the store.*

*Meanwhile, Girlfriend is on her way back home with the milk. However, as she's midway down the street, she ends up hearing some beeping... Sad beeping.*

Girlfriend: Hm? I wonder who that is? *She looks around, seeing a blue-haired boy in the window of one of the houses, singing a sad tune... Just like that, she's completely forgotten why she got sent out in the first place, instead diverting her attention to the boy.*

Boyfriend: *Singing a somber, yet quick tune.*

Girlfriend: *Giggle* Pretty good there! *She flies up to the window Boyfriend is standing at.*

Boyfriend: *Sob* b-bee...?

Girlfriend: Oh, right! Haven't introduced myself yet! I'm a Greatly Elevatable Aerial Robot Engaging in Stopping Tragedies! G.E.A.R.E.S.T. for short... But you can just call me your girl friend!

Boyfriend: ...gil fen...? *Boyfriend thinks back to the reason he started singing this song in the first place...*

Girlfriend: What's that?

Boyfriend: *Sob* bee bap bo boo boi fen... beebop ba boo skdoo bo skedop bap beebo boo...

Girlfriend: Aw, you're lonely this Valentine's Day? Don't worry, I can keep you company! Come on, let me in!

*Boyfriend nods yes, before running out to the front door and opening it, allowing Girlfriend inside.*

Girlfriend: Wonderful! So, Boyfriend... You like singing, huh?

*Boyfriend nods yes, before handing Girlfriend a microphone.*

Girlfriend: Oh, you want me to sing with you? *Giggle* Alright!

*Boyfriend and Girlfriend then begin singing together.*

*After a few songs, Boyfriend is in a much better mood and hugs Girlfriend.*

Boyfriend: bap bee bo skdoo bee!

Girlfriend: *Giggle* You're welcome!

*Then, Mingle walks in.*

Mingle: Who could've bought the last m- Oh, hey Boyfriend. Hey, wait... Who's your new friend?

Girlfriend: Oh, hello! I'm a Greatly Elevatable- *Boyfriend stops her from saying anything else.*

Boyfriend: bee boo gil fen... bap bee bo boo skdoo bop bee bap.

Mingle: Oh! Well then, nice to meet you, Girlfriend! Wait... Boyfriend... So... You're saying this is your girlfriend?

*It takes Boyfriend a second to realize what Mingle just said... But when he does, he immediately blushes a lot.*

Boyfriend: b-beep!

Girlfriend: Awwww, come on, it's nothing to be ashamed of! *She hugs him.* In fact, i'd say you are pretty sweet too!

*This only causes Boyfriend to freak out even further.*

*Mingle leaves Boyfriend and Girlfriend to themselves and walks out to the kitchen, a bit disappointed she couldn't buy milk. However, as she walks in, she notices something surprising on the counter.*

Mingle: Huh? *It's a bottle of milk, like the one Mingle needed, along with a small note.* 'For the best girl in need, From aerodynamite'... *Mingle is admittedly left a bit confused, but she still decides to actually make the cookies, since she's got everything she needs now.*

*Meanwhile, back at the airfield, Diesel Dearest is beginning to get worried since his daughter isn't coming back...*

Diesel Dearest: Where is she, where is she, where is she?! She should've gotten back long ago! Someone must've hurt her! It must've been one of those hooligans again!

H.O.T.M.A.M.A.: Look, I know you're supposed to be the leader here, but don't you think that you're a bit too obsessed with controlling her?

Diesel Dearest: Hey, i'll have you know she's MY creation!

H.O.T.M.A.M.A.: OUR creation!

Diesel Dearest: You get my point! I should have the right to be worried about her!

H.O.T.M.A.M.A.: Yeah, but not this much!

Diesel Dearest: Oh, shut up! I'm gonna go locate her! I need to see if she's okay! *Diesel walks over to his workshop, before grabbing a special tracking device he made a bit ago, before then walking off to find Girlfriend.*

*Meanwhile...*

*Mingle takes her heart-shaped cookies out of the oven.*

Mingle: Alright, they're just about done...

*Dingle, Donk, Boyfriend and Girlfriend walk in.*

Dingle: Really? The cookies are done?

Mingle: Well, yes, but we should give them a bit of time to cool. They're still very hot! In the meantime, we should go wash your hands. Especially you two! *She points to Dingle and Donk, both of who'm are completely covered in glitter, before then giggling lightly.*

Dingle: What, not enough glitter?

Donk: I'd say it's the opposite...

Mingle: *Giggle* Alright, alright... Either way, we should go wash our hands! Come on! *She leads her friends to the bathroom.*

*A few minutes later, they go back to the kitchen to eat the cookies. However, they end up seeing someone has left a small red box near the tray of cookies.*

Mingle: Hm? *Mingle takes the box and reads the note on it.* 'for a special someone, from aerodynamite'... What...? *She opens the box, only to find it's actually filled with chocolates.* ...Who's Aerodynamite?

*Before Mingle can begin to think any further, she sees that her friends are already eating the cookies she prepared... So she decides to start eating too.*

*Before they know it, they've already eaten all the cookies... But Mingle can't help but still think about the box of chocolates.*

Mingle: ...Who could've possibly sent them...? And who's this Aerodynamite?

Girlfriend: Oh, I could probably figure it out! I've got the tech for this kinda stuff. *She takes the box from Mingle and carefully inspects it.* ...Alright, i've got it! Follow me! *She leads Mingle and her friends outside... Only to immediately run into Diesel Dearest.*

Diesel Dearest: Ohh, sweetie! There you are!

Girlfriend: Daddy? What are you doing here?

Diesel Dearest: What am I doing here? What are YOU doing here?! And who are these little pests?! *He points to Mingle and her friends.*

Mingle: Wait, what...?

Girlfriend: I came here because of this boy! *She grabs Boyfriend and slightly lifts him up.* He was really sad and I wanted to cheer him up! And I did!

Diesel Dearest: ...WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT NO BOYS?! Alright, that's it, we're going home. *He forces Boyfriend out of Girlfriend's hands before taking her by the hand and attempting to forcefully drag her away.*

Boyfriend: bop!

Diesel Dearest: ...What?

Boyfriend: beep bop ba skedop bap bee bo gil fen! bee bo bop ba bee mmbop ba skdoo bee!

Diesel Dearest: *Sigh* Seriously? A rap battle? For my daughter's love? Who do you think you are?

Boyfriend: bap! *He reaches into his pocket and takes out two microphones.*

Diesel Dearest: ...Fine. If I win, you get to be with my daughter. BUT IF I WIN, I will make sure you two NEVER EVEN THINK ABOUT EACH OTHER AGAIN.

Boyfriend: ...b-bee...? b-bap bo bee skd-

Girlfriend: Oh, come on, don't back down now! If you win, i'll make sure to give you a hug! And a kiss! Really anything!

Diesel Dearest: No, you won't!

Girlfriend: Yes, I will!

Diesel Dearest: Gruhhh... FINE!

*As he grabs one of Boyfriend's two microphones, Girlfriend plays some music through her built in speakers.*

*Then the sing-off starts... Mingle and her friends cheer Boyfriend on from the sidelines, while Girlfriend just dances to the tune. Heck, even the Neighbors step outside to see what's going on.*

*All that ends up motivating Boyfriend enough to pull through. Normally, he'd have backed down long ago, but he actually manages to sing through the 2+ minute abuse session and eventually best Diesel once and for all.*

*Following the song, Diesel Dearest is left struggling to catch his breath, while Boyfriend is left with a wonderful new girlfriend who's now hugging him.*

Girlfriend: You did it! You did it!

Diesel Dearest: *Huff* You... *Huff* You...!

Boyfriend: yes me, dadee. yes me.

*While that is happening, Fourbot and his friends walk up to Mingle.*

Fourbot: Hey, so... What exactly happened here?

Mingle: Oh, not much... Just Boyfriend finding himself a love interest he's oh so wanted... *Giggle.*

Tony: Hey, speaking in, uhhh... That... Uhhh... A-Actually, Mingle... Okay, firstly, I got you this... *He then gives Mingle a small bouquet of flowers.*

Mingle: Awww, thank you! You're such a good friend!

Tony: ...Friend?

Mingle: Yeah! I mean... That's what I assume you were expecting, right?

*Tony, without saying another word, frantically takes out his walkie talkie.*

Tony: Two, cancel the fireworks! Over!

*Meanwhile, Two Undyne is in Fourbot's backyard, standing next to a lit fuse and a huge crate of fireworks.*

Two Undyne: Uhm... Too late. Over.

Tony: What do you mean too-

*Just like that, the sky lights up with various colorful explosions, which eventually spell out the phrase:*

I LOVE YOU MINGLE

FROM AERODYNAMITE

THAT BEING TONY

💚

Mingle: ...Tony...?

Tony: ...Ngahhh, forget about it... It's not like you'll actually like me back... This whole day's a total ruin... If only I didn't- Huh? *He ends up getting surprised when Mingle hugs him.*

Mingle: Aww, I didn't know you like me like that...

Tony: H-Hey, I mean... I do... I sorta do... So what...?

Mingle: You really are a nice guy...

Tony: Heh... I-I mean... Guess I am...

Mingle: Thanks for following along with our adventure, kids!

Tony: Uhhh... Right...

Mingle: Byeee!

Credits:

@friendlyfox34 - The OG Mingle and Friends stories

SmokeCannon - Boyfriend's first song

Nermal Nermal Nermallin' dev team - Diesel vs. Boyfriend song

And, obviously, me - for writing it all.

#learning with mingle and friends

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yugiohlesbians · 2 years ago

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Little Dark Age

short fic from a twitter writing challenge, egoshipping, trans woman aster (and trans man manjoume but that's not immediately obvious from the writing). they're married. references to the Known Phoenix Childhood Trauma but nothing too terrible. also he calls her ophelia because that's her chosen name in this verse, while aster is her professional name. okay!!!!

Manjoume never remembers the specific dates of bad things that happened to him. There were no particularly traumatic birthdays or holidays, nothing that sticks in his mind as the day my family disowned me or the last time I saw my brothers or the date Juudai got everyone dragged into the Dark World. It could be any day that these things happened; he doesn't dwell on it and there's no sense in trying to pinpoint them.

But Aster remembers everything. And Manjoume, too, shares her burden, memorizing all the dates that hurt her. December 19th, March 31st, January 4th, June 25th. He never asks—Aster just volunteered the information as the dates passed, either for shock value or to see how he'd react (or, maybe, to try and push him away), and Manjoume hasn't forgotten a single one. It's not that he wants to think things like tomorrow is the anniversary of my wife watching her father's murderer burn to death, but… Perhaps it's something of a blessing in disguise, instinctively knowing which times of the year Aster will need extra tenderness.

Manjoume wakes up to the feeling of Aster moving in bed, the covers being pulled back, the sound of her feet hitting the floor. "Ophelia?" he mumbles. The room is pitch black, so it still must be the middle of the night; the blackout curtains Aster had installed in their bedroom can't compete with the Southern California sun even in the dead of winter. Manjoume lifts his head and squints, trying to see what his wife is doing. But either she doesn't hear him, or is ignoring him, or she's already gone.

He drifts off again, not quite asleep nor awake. In his half-dreams, he thinks of Aster, wonders if she's alright. She's always had nightmares that wake him up too, though they've grown less frequent with time. Usually, if she wants to be comforted, she'll make that known to him. Still, though…

Rubbing his eyes, Manjoume steps out of bed and into a pair of slippers, and goes to search for his wife.

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He finds Aster not in the house, but outside on the porch. It may be winter, but Aster has never minded the cold; she did spend a substantial portion of her childhood in the northeastern corner of the United States. She's curled up in a lawn chair, looking up at the sky. Manjoume wonders what she sees up there, if anything.

"Shut the door. I don't want to come back into a freezing house." Aster turns around, looking at Manjoume with an unreadable expression. "Not keeping the bed warm for me?"

"I wanted to make sure you were okay," Manjoume says, and closes the door like she asked. He stands behind her—not protectively, per se, but in a way that he hopes communicates that he's here if she needs him, and that he loves her. Even now, when things are difficult. Especially now. "Uh. What are you doing out here?"

"I'm just thinking." Aster pauses, sighing softly. Manjoume waits for her to continue, shifting on his feet. "I talked to my therapist about this a while ago, but I always end up remembering it…" Manjoume doesn't need her to finish her sentence: at times like these. "It—it feels like I died when my father did."

"What do you mean?" Manjoume wants to touch her, to remind her that she's okay and alive and safe here. But he won't. Not until she's ready.

"I mean, whoever that kid was going to grow up to be, if… nothing happened. DD killed him too. …And I guess I'm just what's left." Aster turns her head towards Manjoume, looking plainly at him with her eyes wide. She looks almost like she's hurt. "Come here. I'm going to sit in your lap."

Manjoume shuffles himself into the lawn chair once Aster stands up. It's still warm where she was sitting. Aster climbs into his lap like a contented cat, pressing her face against his neck and shoulder. Manjoume's hand comes up, almost involuntarily, to touch the place on her shoulder where she has a stave tattooed—a symbol meant to guide its wearer through hard times. It's something Manjoume knows that only he is allowed to touch, and that even if Aster pretends otherwise, his fingers tracing along the pattern does comfort her.

"You're much more than what was left," Manjoume says quietly.

"I wasn't done, Jun."

"Ah, sorry."

"Mm. So my therapist was like, it sounds like you need to grieve for your inner child or whatever the fuck. And it made me think. There really isn't anybody left to do that, except for me. So I've been, you know. Grieving for the kid that I used to be."

Manjoume squeezes her a little tighter. "I'm so sorry," he says, but it doesn't feel like enough.

"Don't be. That sick bastard's been dead… twelve years as of tonight. I don't need to be pitied."

"I'm not pitying you," Manjoume argues. "What happened to you is awful! I hate that guy, whether he's dead or not!"

Aster chuckles softly. "Don't get yourself all fired up like that. You'll never get back to sleep."

Manjoume reminds himself to breathe. The night air has started to chill him; the tip of his nose is cold. "Can we go back to bed, then? Uh—obviously if you want you can stay out here, I don't want to interrupt you if you weren't done. Just, you know. You're sitting on me."

"No, I'm done," Aster says. She slides off Manjoume's lap and pivots around to open the door, keeping her hand anchored on his shoulder the whole time. Even though she's been out here for longer than him, Manjoume can feel the heat of her palm through his shirt. It's a small touch, but one that reminds him of how lucky he is to have her, of how in love he is. How treasured he feels, knowing that Aster trusts him and tells him these things instead of keeping it all bottled up inside. She's come so far. They've come so far together.

When they return to bed, Aster curves her body around Manjoume's, pushing his face against her chest and draping one leg over his waist so he can't move. Within minutes, she's asleep again, safely entwined with her husband. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

#my writing #i dont know if i want to tag this i am Scared. aster fans come find me. i will be waiting #asterjun #aster phoenix

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