#love and would not touch w a ten foot pole. when the person in question wants to be in the second category it gets tricky bc im too fucked

[fagrackham]

im literally so grody today i need this hell semester to be over

[infini-tree]

3, 8, 17, 29, 38? For the fic writers meme

| memes for fic writers

|      3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

besides the obvious Nasty Stuff, any sort of epilogue that’s just. “and the main ship got married, had biological children, and the once (usually cool as hell) female character got relegated to housewife”. long story short its boring as hell and usually the female character who was fridged to being a housewife would never??? i guess that extends to just any fic involving pregnancy as a concept

also, while not as severe but just not interesting to me-- amnesiac redemption arcs, bc what’s the point of a redemption arc if the person whos being redeemed doesn’t know what they’re redeeming themselves for?

|      8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

ok. im going to cheat and show off a preview of a fic i haven’t posted yet. for context its a set of fic drabbles that highlights oogway’s transition from warlord to grand master and this happens right after he kills sends kai to the spirit realm

as for why i’m proud of it? oogway is Extremely Difficult to get into his headspace, au, mainverse or otherwise. writing him in what is effectively the beginning of a rocky redemption arc even moreso. it comes down to having to figure out what bit of character oogway has in canon is something he inherently has (clever vibe, tendency to flip to a conversational cadence even in high stress situations), or something he had to work towards (like his patience).

“Really?” He clasps his hands together as he enters the room, claws raking against each other deliberately. His tone lilts in disingenuous curiosity. “You’ve never done such a thing before-- usually, me and Ka--”

“Don’t speak his name here.”

“Kai,” he said, almost an attempt to taunt. “Would clean it ourselves. And I would like to continue that-- I thought you pandas would understand tradition.”

That bit of bravado was snuffed quickly, and the panda in question bristled angrily as the words of his people were thrown back in his face. One of the ears on the pandas pinned back in alarm as he took a step forward. 

This was too easy.

“Get out.” It was a raspy hiss of a command.

“...What?”

“I know you understood me the first time.” His cadence flips back to a mock-conversational tone. “Do not make me repeat myself.”

He takes a deliberate step forward. The pandas flinch, and eventually comply, bounding out the door all at once.

“You haven’t changed, have you huojia?”

|     17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

as i’ve always joked ever since my hoastory days-- chronology is my Enemy. i just write all the Fun Stuff first before getting into the connective tissue, which really shoots me in the foot when i do anything longer than a oneshot sorry @ everyone waiting for the next part of bukesiyi

|     29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

what’s the middle equivalent of a pre/sequel? interquel? bc i would do that for the other grandmaster. heck, even going straight sequel would be fun bc kai is? probs alive still to see tl. and shen

|     38. Talk about a review that made your day.

there’s this one for bukesiyi. i’ll just post the bit of quote that stuck w me

When I first started reading this fic, I sort of was expecting it to be just like the movie except with characters switched around. But no! You've made it your own in very powerful ways, and I love how you're representing everyone and how the their changed backstories have changed them. I can still see the movie versions- but your versions shine out beautifully on top of that. It's a wonderful feat that you have accomplished that not many others would be able to do- so feel rightly proud of yourself!

and like, i think to myself, wow, i made a person think about my writing that deeply? i feel emotional and kinda honored that someone cared a whole awful lot abt this au-- which, mind you, has a main cast that consists of mostly secondary characters that are sometimes overlooked and one villain in original canon. i just. YELLS

[urwarriorangel]

‘every waking second’ (reggie mantle au)

DON’T MIND ME, I JUST LOVE ROSS BUTLER SM SO PLS ENJOY THIS! it’s pretty long and it features Archie, and yes, this is another college!au (w: crude words and some hot making out)

(gifs aren’t mine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

“We’ve been best friends for practically our whole lives but you’re a thousand times more popular than me so you dragged me to a big party and now we’re playing spin the bottle and you spin and it lands on me oh crap” ft Reggie Mantle ( @smorchsmorch)

“Reggie, come on, I really don’t want to go,” you groan and cross your arms over your chest, earning a raised brow from your life-long best friend.

“Come on, you came to the dance with me. What’s so bad about a little after party?” His hands rest on your upper arms and his thumbs rub small circles into your shoulders.

“What’s so bad is that you know Cheryl has it out for me! She’s gonna say something or do something to embarrass me and I’m going to sit there, dumbfounded,” you uncross your arms and sigh. “You know I’m right, Reg.”

“Babe, looking the way you do in this dress of yours,” he whistles and twirls you in front of him, earning a glare and a blush from you. “Looking the way you do tonight, no one and I mean no one will embarrass you.”

“Right, except that’s all you’ve done tonight,” you tease, laughing and wrapping your arms around him. “You wouldn’t even let poor Archie dance with me and he looked really sad.”

“Sweetheart, if it was up to me, I wouldn’t let Archie near you with a ten foot pole,” he rolls his eyes and holds you close, mumbling under his breath about that boy’s sex drive.

“Fine, Reggie. I guess I’ll go with you to the party,” you roll your eyes and pull away only to find him smiling widely at you. “But if I’m even remotely embarrassed, I’m leaving!”

“You act like I’m gonna let anyone embarrass you,” he scoffs and you laugh, linking your arm with his as he leads you both out of the formal and to the Sigma house  where Cheryl was waiting for the two of you.

“Let’s play spin the bottle!” Cheryl smirks, excited to see how this will all play out while you roll your eyes at her in the corner.

“What are we, 13?” You scoff and she narrows her eyes at you.

“Just because your fairy godmother blessed you for the night, that does not give you the right to speak to me that way you filthy peasant. Now,” she sighs peacefully and looks back to the group as you raise a brow at Reggie. “Let’s begin.”

Everyone gathers around in a circle around the living room, spilling off of sofas and resting on tables. You lean against Reggie and he kisses the top of your head, earning you a glare from Cheryl.

“Reggie, why don’t you go first?” Cheryl smiles sweetly and as Reggie opens his mouth to argue, Cheryl pushes the bottle into his hand. “I insist.”

“Okay,” Reggie gives Cheryl a light smile and leans forward, spinning the bottle almost expertly.

“Seems like someone’s done this a lot,” you tease him and he nudges you, a smile on his face until he sees where the bottle stopped. You turn to see who it’d landed on… it landed on you.

“C’mon, Cheryl,” Reggie groans, seeming more than just unhappy that the bottle had landed on you. Why was he acting like this?

“Aw, I’m sorry, Reginald, but the bottle has spoken,” Cheryl smirks, almost knowing that Reggie won’t be giving up anytime soon.

“I’m not getting into any closet with her, you know that,” he clenches his jaw, seeming disgusted at the mere thought of being alone with you.

“It’s either her or me, the host,” Cheryl walks over to Reggie and places her manicured nails along his biceps. “Those are the rules.”

“That’s not even a question,” he smirks at Cheryl, lifting her up and taking her into the closet as she blows you a kiss over his shoulder.

You were gonna be sick, and Archie must’ve seen it.

“Hey, Y/N,” he whispers and walks over to you, taking everybody’s attention off of you and onto him, some surprised and some not happy with him. “Is everything okay?”

“Hm?” You look up at him, eyes filled with unshed tears that you didn’t even know had built up. You give him a quick smile and clear your throat, quickly standing. “Y-yeah, I’m fine. Thank you, Arch. I’m just gonna head home, feeling a bit tired.”

“Y/N, wait,” Archie yells out after you as you make your way out of the Sigmas house. “Wait!”

You stop only after you’ve stepped out of the house, finally taking a deep breath to respond to Archie. You hadn’t missed the glares that Veronica and Kevin shot you or the heartbroken look Betty gave Archie when he rushed over to help you. You  

“Archie, I’m fine,” you give him a tight-lipped smile before continuing down the steps and away from this hell-hole.

“Y/N, stop you’re not fine,” Archie calls out to you, almost pleading but you don’t stop until you hear the next words that spill out of his mouth: “I know that you like Reggie.”

“Excuse me?” You turn around, glaring at him as the tears shot down your face. Archie’s heart breaks for you, understanding your pain all too well.

“I know you like Reggie the way Betty likes me. And I know Reggie was a dick to you the way I was to Betty. And I can almost guarantee that he’s going to regret going into that closet with Cheryl because he hates hurting you,” he walks closer to you and you have half a mind to smack his beautiful face.

“The difference between me and Betty is that she had the balls to tell you how she felt. Maybe you didn’t reciprocate and, sure, that probably hurt like hell but you also had the balls to be honest with her. You and Betty will be able to work this out. Reggie doesn’t know how I feel and he still acted the way he did!” by this time, the tears are flowing down your cheeks as Archie quickly wraps his arms around you. “He acted like I was some grotesque creature, which to be fair, I probably look like right now.” Archie laughs and you can hear his chest rumble and shake under your touch.

“Thank you for this,” you whisper and pull away, giving Archie a soft smile as he wipes your tears. “Walk me home and tell me how you screwed things up with Betty.”  

“Can’t think of anything else I’d rather do,” he smiles and links your arms together, both of you unaware of Reggie watching you from the crack in the doorway.

“Archie, no!” You burst out laughing as Archie told you an embarrassing story from over the summer.

“Yeah, it’s true,” he laughs, watching your reaction. “Look, it was my first job, and--”

“Thanks for making Y/N laugh, but I’ve got it from here, Archie,” the two of you sober up as Reggie’s speaks out from behind you.

“Are you sure?” Archie looks at me and whispers, a concerned look on his face.

“I’ll be fine, Arch,” you smile at him and kiss his cheek, Reggie clenching his jaw as he notices the interaction. “Thank you for walking me home. Let me know how things go with Betty.”

“I will,” he nods, blushing as he thinks of his best friend.

“And if I could give you one final piece of advice?” you look to him and he nods. “Stay away from Veronica. She’s pretty, sure. But you and Betty are endgame.”

“Got it,” he laughs and kisses your forehead before walking off.

You stand in place and wait for Reggie to walk over to you, still unable to look up at him. You two continue the walk to your place, a tense silence rolling over your usually chatty commute.

“Why’d you leave?”

And for the second time that night, you lift your head and find yourself saying the words “Excuse me?”

“Why did--why did you leave?” Reggie clears his throat and looks up, eyes meeting your angry ones.

“I’m going to let you think about that for a few minutes and see if you can come up with a response yourself,” you scoff and keep walking but Reggie grabs your arm and turns you to face him, almost holding you against his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers and you almost choke, unable to take the proximity between you two.

“What exactly are you sorry for, Reggie? Why are you sorry?” You feel the tears rushing into your eyes again as you pull yourself out of his grasp. “You can’t just--”

“I’m sorry for being a dick, Y/N. I’m so sorry for saying all that crap and for going into the room with Cheryl when I should have gone in with you. I’m sorry--”

“Are you only sorry because Archie walked me home and made me laugh after I cried over you?” You almost snarl as Reggie looks up at your mascara-stained cheeks. “Are you only sorry because you hate Archie and you saw me enjoying his company?”

“What? Y/N no, that’s not--no. I’m sorry because you’re my best friend and I hurt you. I promised myself that if I hurt every single person in the world, I would do my best not to hurt you. And I failed. I failed you and I failed myself and I hate it, Y/N. I like Archie, I just don’t like him with you,” he whispers out that last part and it takes everything in you not to walk away from him.

“Reggie, I am in love with you,” you whisper as the tears once again make their way down your face. “I am so hopelessly head over heels in love with you. And I know that you didn’t know, that you probably still don’t care, but you need to know how much they hurt coming from you especially. Coming from my best friend.”

“Y-you’re in love with me?” Reggie whispers, his heart leaping out of his chest as he tries to understand what he did to ever deserve you.

“I know you don’t care, Reggie. And it stings now, but I’m sure I’ll get over it. I just--I’m gonna need some time to--”

Reggie takes a step closer and cuts you off, cupping your face as he presses his full lips against yours. He presses you against a closeby tree and smiles into the kiss, only pulling away to take a breath. He gently wipes your tears with the pads of his thumbs and lays light kisses against the trails your mascara left behind, determined to do everything in his power to make things right.

“Reggie w-what--?”

“I love you. I’ve loved you since we were five and I will always love you. I’m so fucking sorry for what I did and said in these past two hours and I swear I will spend every second trying to better things if you just give me a shot,” he whispers breathlessly, pressing a kiss against your forehead as you finally breathe.

“What about Cheryl? Won’t she-?”

“Nothing happened between Cheryl and I, nothing will ever happen between Cheryl and I. I only took her into the closet because I was scared. I was scared of the feelings I had, scared that you didn’t return them,” he blushes as he admits his slightly irrational fears to you. “And if you don’t want to give this a shot, then that’s okay, too. I just want my best friend. I want you to know that I’m sorry and that I love you and as much as I hate to admit it, if you’re not with me then the only guys even remotely worthy of your time are Archie and Jughead. I’ll even walk you down the aisle if you decide that you want to marry one of them tomorrow, just anything to--”

“Shut up, Reginald,” you whisper and press your lips against him, pulling him close by the collar of his shirt so that you could feel every bit of him that you possibly could out in the open.

His hands soon found your waist and gripped it tightly, pulling you against him as a quiet moan escaped your innocent mouth. Reggie took this opportunity to move his lips down the side of your neck, to your throat, your collarbones, your shoulders. He nipped and licked every bare inch of you that he could. His hands move down your thighs, skimming past your ass as his lips find yours again.

“Jump for me,” he whispers, a growl leaving his mouth as you quickly do what he asks, your legs wrapping around his waist as he lifts you up to his height. “You’re fucking perfect,”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you whisper, pressing your lips against his jaw and his neck as your fingers tangle themselves in his hair.

“I’m going to spend every waking second proving how perfect you are to me, proving how much I fucking love you,” he whispers, pressing his lips all along your jaw and chin and neck before making his way back up to kiss your lips. “Every waking second.”

[jinjojess]

"#every canon girl would get bored of Naegi" aww, that's harsh. I mean, I loathe "but the Nice Guy /deserves/ this beautiful woman's affections" thoroughly and I see too much of it, but I like to think Naeg and his classmates would like genuinely enjoy each others' company (+ this wouldn't mysteriously disappear in a romantic relationship, as it sometimes seems to do in shipping), + the dynamic I've liked to imagine is more, beautiful baddass gets support from down-to-earth and very (1/2)

2/2 go-with-the-flow egg in her endeavors, egg is content w/ a few simple things in life (the necessities + some things for fun, happy home, friends) and is happy to otherwise throw everything into supporting BB and her ambitions. And they’re together because they just like each other and like being together. CAN YOU SEE THESE DESIRES OF MY SHIPPING HEART? 

If that’s your thing, cool, but I have seen and experienced that exact kind of romantic scenario failing too many times in the real world to have such a rosy view of the dynamic.

In more detail:

1) The kind of support that you are describing here is not exclusively romantic, and could be provided via friendship. The fact that the fandom insists and Kodaka insinuates that any kind of emotionally intimate relationship between a guy and a girl MUST be romantic irritates the fuck out of me and perpetuates the immature idea that friendship is “lesser” than romantic love and you can only truly care about people you desire romantically. Whenever I suggest that I prefer Naegi as friends with the girl in question, I get people screeching at me about how Naegi “deserves” their romantic love, as if friendship isn’t good enough.

2) The dynamics of a partnership are different than the dynamics of a friendship–a friend who is not as motivated as you will not be as difficult to deal with, since you have multiple friends with whom to satisfy different needs. But since our society is largely monogamous, a partnership with someone with a wildly different degree of motivation from you is an entirely different kettle of fish. So if for example Kirigiri/Mukuro and Naegi get married, she goes off to travel the world all the time and he sits at home cleaning the house or whatever. Does that really seem like a fulfilling relationship? Sure, Naegi helps with cases when everyone’s lives are on the line, but as you said yourself, he’s easily satisfied and probably doesn’t have any interest in actually being a detective full-time, and he sure as fuck isn’t going to be tooling around as a co-soldier to Mukuro. Realistically, that kind of situation would cause a good bit of resentment–the girl feels guilty for leaving him behind all the time, and slowly comes to resent him for making her feel that way. Hell, he may even start to resent that she doesn’t give him enough attention.

3) Both in canon and in fandom, these kinds of relationships are implied to be a means to “fix” the character flaws of the girls–Naegi is supposed to make Kirigiri more Nice and Mukuro more Healthy and Maizono more Free and sorry, but any way you look at “saved by love for a man” it’s pretty damn shitty as a moral. (It’s also ironically pretty unfair to him–like Mukuro is a horribly fucked up human being and realistically she’d be pretty damn manipulative and harsh to Naegi, but her being conventionally attractive outweighs that I guess.)

4) On the other side of the coin, there’s the part of fandom and canon that only seems to care about the relationship working to fulfill Naegi’s needs and reduces the female character to a token. Like in DR3, where Kirigiri’s death was entirely about making Naegi feel sad enough to make false equivalences to Munakata, or the way the fandom flipped their shit at the idea that Mukuro might value her twin sister she’s known her whole life more highly than some classmate she may or may not have a crush on because “it says so in the fan-made Wiki” (which at the time was far less reliable than it is now).

5) What you have described is pretty much a gender-swapped version of Japan’s favorite Bold Hero and Humble Love Interest Supporting from the Sidelines, and personally that is not my cuppa tea, regardless of how the genders shake out. I prefer relationships that are way more dynamic and have more potential for conflict, where both sides are pretty terrible people.

6) We get zero examples of this going the other way. Where is the example of the attractive guy/normal girl pairing in DR? Well, there’d first need to be a genuinely normal or homely girl, I guess, and right now all we have is Fukawa, who no one but Komaru wants to touch with a ten-foot pole.

7) So, so much of the fanwork I see for Naegi ships is so wildly OOC that I can’t even deal with it. Like I saw a comic a few weeks ago where like, Action Hero Naegi is all “my girlfriend [Kirigiri] is the only thing keeping me from exploding into a ball of rage” and like bruh. How can you so thoroughly misinterpret a character you supposedly like? So much of fanwork, particularly in Japan, is about the girl being so enamored of Naegi doing normal, every day shit that it feels really creepy and wish-fulfillmenty, and you know my stance on that by now.

8) These fucking ships are goddamn everywhere and you just cannot escape from them–I still find it pretty rude that someone marched into my inbox to make a definitive statement about my least favorite character deserving one of my favorites, but apparently saying I dislike a regressive, sexist dynamic is not allowed. I don’t go into the inboxes of people I know ship Naegiri and tell them that Naegi isn’t the right partner for Kirigiri, Mukuro is.

Anyway, hopefully that clears up why I can’t stand Naegi/girl pairings.

[lachalaine]

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