#need to incorporate this idea in a fic so bad

[aventurineswife]

I have a hc that ratio sketches in his sketchbook of his new ideas for sculptures he'll create later on. While he does, he absentmindedly drew you.

AAKWISYDVEUWJAAYHHHHHOHMYIGGDSGSVK I NEED THIS AS A SHORT FIC SO BAD

“To know, to be known, and to understand; that is the ultimate goal”

Summary: Ratio is deep in thought as he sketches new ideas for sculptures. While absorbed in his work, he absentmindedly draws you—capturing your likeness with an unexpected softness. Surprised by this, Ratio reflects on the unintentional inspiration you've become in his creative process, leading him to contemplate incorporating you into his future artistic endeavors.

Tags: Ratio x Reader, Unintentional Affection, Art, Soft Moments.

A/N: I couldn't come up with anything more so this very short...🧍‍♀️

Ratio sat at his desk in the quiet study room, his wavy hair falling loosely over his eyes as he leaned intently over his sketchbook. His hand moved fluidly, drawing lines and curves that seemed to blend into one another with an ease that only someone of his intelligence could manage. The sketches were of sculptures, intricate designs that were far beyond what any ordinary artist could conceive. He was always looking ahead, thinking of new ways to express knowledge through art.

As the hours passed, his mind remained focused on the shapes and forms forming on the pages. His hand continued to work mechanically, almost absentmindedly, until he paused. A curious expression crossed his face as he looked down at the paper. There, amid the flowing lines and geometric designs, was a figure—a likeness that, though not intentional, was undeniably you.

Your image was captured with the same precision and detail that characterized all of Ratio's work, yet something about it felt different. Perhaps it was the way his sharp strokes softened around the contours of your face, or how your posture seemed to convey a certain serenity in contrast to his usual intense energy. You had unknowingly become part of his creative process, a subject in his study without having posed or even been aware of it.

Ratio’s brow furrowed slightly, a mix of surprise and intrigue flickering in his eyes. He could be dismissive of the way the mundane often interfered with his intellectual pursuits, but this... this felt different. He set his pencil down for a moment, considering the unintended addition to his work.

“You,” he muttered to himself, “seem to have infiltrated my thoughts without my permission.” His voice was low but not unkind, as though he were speaking to himself more than to you.

He sat back, glancing at you for the first time since the drawing had started. You were in the room with him, absorbed in your own tasks, unaware of the way his focus had shifted.

Perhaps, he thought, he could create something new—something inspired by you, not as an object, but as a concept. Knowledge, after all, came in many forms. And sometimes, it was found in the most unexpected of places.

He smiled to himself, picking up his pencil again, eager to see what this new direction in his art would bring.

[startinglinereads]

Happy pride month !!! Here are some of my SamBucky pride headcanons that I plan on incorporating into a fan fic!

1.) Sam's gay. I would assume he used to be unlabeled because he didn't have the time to explore himself. He was just too caught up most of his life with the avengers and air force duties—so it never really crossed his mind. Bucky helped him figure himself out. The two would have deep, meaningful conversations that would lead to Sam figuring his own sexuality. Bucky is bisexual. He figured himself out when he realized he had a crush on Steve, but Steve never felt the same way. It would be a Heather by Conan Gray type of situation. Of course, eventually he finds his way to Sam.

2.) They are very private about their relationship. It isn't because they don't want the whole world to know who they are as people, but because they want to separate their love life from work. Since both of them are well known, they don't want people focusing on their personal lives and bad people coming after them. This doesn't mean nobody knows about them. Their friends and coworkers do, especially Joaquin, who's like their own child to them. It means they don't confirm to the public that they're in a relationship and don't answer to the press.

3.) Their cat dads. In the comics, Bucky has a cat—so does Sam. So, it's common sense to assume they're both cat dads. Sam wouldn't be open to the idea of getting a pet because he thought they wouldn't have time to care for an animal. That all changes when Bucky brings his cat to Sam’s place. (Alpine.) He doesn't agree her living with them at first, but then warms up to the cat when she gets attached to Sam. He brings home another cat (Fígaro) so Alpine isn't alone when they're out for too long.

4.) They dance in the middle of their kitchen at 3am. Bucky wakes up in the middle of the night because he struggles with PTSD and gets nightmares sometimes. He goes into the kitchen to cook a late-night snack. Sam wakes up missing him and plays soft jazz/romantic music (Bucky claims he hates it, but he's actually a sucker for the type of music Sam plays) while Bucky cooks. He does this to calm Bucky down and they wind up dancing.

5.) Bucky loves to fluster Sam whenever he gets a chance. This is because Sam is easy to fluster. He'll bring Sam flowers, give him forehead kisses, and write him sweet notes before they go to work. Sam gets Bucky back though by surprising him with hugs from behind, cheek kisses in public, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, and taking him out on cute dates. (Joaquin totally gave him date ideas.)

6.) Sam and Bucky attend pride events regularly. Even though they aren't answering questions from the press, it doesn't mean they don't try to hide who they are. Bucky isn't as open about his sexuality than what Sam is, but he will never deny who he is if asked. Sam is more open and talks about it to spread awareness to the community. Since he is Captain America, he wants to lead by example for the queer community.

7.) They are very flirty in public. They might not confirm that they are a couple to the press, but paparazzi photos prove everything they need to know. They hold hands in public and Sam teases Bucky at every chance he gets to get a reaction out of him. Bucky takes Sam on romantic dates at restaurants, motorcycle rides, and to bookstores. (I assume Sam likes to read, so Bucky spoils him by buying books.) Sam takes Bucky stargazing and drive-in theaters.

8.) Sam tries to be more old schooled to impress Bucky. He buys older suits from Bucky's time that he somehow discovers on custom suit tailor websites and Craigslist. Sam goes as far as to set up old-fashioned dates and finds old types of alcohol Bucky may like. He goes to extended lengths to see him smile. Bucky finds Sam's attempts endearing and loves it.

9.) Bucky is little spoon, obviously. He enjoys being spoiled by Sam and letting his guard down when he had been putting up on a strong facade. At the end of the night, he leans on Sam to be vulnerable.

10.) Sam and Bucky always keep things that remind them of each other wherever they go—like their dog tags or pictures of each other in their wallets. Every time they travel, they collect things that the other likes and store them—like if Bucky loves a cat keychain he sees in a store, Sam buys it and puts it in his car because it's a reminder of of Bucky whenever he gets into his car to run errands.

Let me know if you want more!

Love who you want and be yourself! Happy pride month <3

[pitlanepeach]

Hello!!!🩷 I’m cooking a new fic atm because for some reason I can’t lock into TLWH. Inspo will return, just not sure when. Anyway is it annoying if I yap abt a Lando fic idea for a second?

So. I’ve had this vague plot line dancing around my head for a few weeks now. I love incorporating friendships and complex relationships into my fics, and I also love a bit of forbidden romance trope…. So think 2023 Oscar joins McLaren, and guess who he includes in his McLaren signing deal?

Only his best friend since childhood, the one who’s run his socials for years, and has crippling anxiety but puts it all aside in order to support her best friend🥹

Maybe Lando assumes that her and Oscar are dating. Maybe he hates himself for having a crush on his new teammates girl. Maybe she likes him too, just enough, but then he goes clubbing and is pictured with a million girls (trying to get over her) when he doesn’t need to.

I’m thinking pining. Lots of best friend Oscar. Lots of generalised anxiety disorders realness.

And of course, the crème de la crème — Lando being horrendously down bad.

[ribbonskiss]

ANOTHER ROUND -> CS55

Part 2 of 3. Read Part 1 here.

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x reader

Summary: A spontaneous night out alone lands you in a new bar in town, owned by a man whose story seems to intersect with yours—not that you know it, yet.

Tags: strangers to lovers, meet cute, very angsty in this part!, slow burn, multi-part fic

A/N: thank you to the anon who suggested some angst for this story, you will be very happy to know that I’ve ended up incorporating your idea into it ☺️ andddd as it turns out this will be a three-parter at the very least! I probably won’t be able to update it as fast as I have been so I hope you do enjoy this part haha

Things get easier and more comfortable after that night, but not as comfortable as you’d like. You eventually meet Alex, Charles’ girlfriend, when she shows up at the bar one night after a particularly gruelling day working. As it turns out, she’s an art gallerist, one with a busy workweek as she’s built up an impressive portfolio of artists that entrust her with their works and careers, and you get along surprisingly well. She promises to come by more often now that she knows you’re a regular, prompting Charles to pout and moan that she no longer loves him. And that’s that; you feel like you’ve solved the puzzle of Charles Leclerc. He’s a charming man in a steady relationship with a strong woman, and even if you don’t know the details of his life, you feel like you understand who he is.

But there’s something about Carlos. Carlos is warm, sweet and kind. You speak for hours easily, he attends to you as much as possible even when the bar is ridiculously busy, and you stay until it’s time to close much more often. He’s an open book. He speaks to you freely but you can’t help but feel like there’s so much you don’t know yet, so much you’ve yet to discover. Maybe he needs time; in that case, you’re more than willing to wait. It feels like it’s worth it.

It’s not so bad, either, if this is the waiting period. The car rides become more frequent. Carlos drives you home now like it’s just a fact of life that he has to, and you greatly appreciate that. You quickly discover, however, that by the end of the night he is often too tired to make steady conversation. You exchange a few words in the beginning, thanking each other for one another’s company; you exchange a few strange sentences, ones that blur the lines between customer and bartender or even acquaintance and acquaintance. One night he tells you the colour of your dress makes your eyes look like gemstones set in rings of silver; another night you tell him you’ve noticed he makes a face when an obstacle presents itself to him: his eyebrows furrow slightly, jaw drops loose and tilts to one side, the tip of his tongue poking slightly, gently at the corner of his mouth.

Then the words dry up. The silence is goosebump inducing at first; you are terrified that it could be an indicator of his true feelings for you, ones of disinterest and apathy. That these interactions, the conversations and car rides, are conditional and transactional. But the silence prevails, and what a relief it turns out to be—when the words subside, what is left is a common language of action. Carlos never ceases being attentive to you. He rolls the window down when he notices you pulling a face, letting the fresh air in to soothe you. He turns the music on, skips to a track that seems to make your eyes light up. And then, your favourite part of these car rides: when he stops at a red light, you begin a game of stolen glances, the objective of it being to not get caught by the other despite both of you being plainly aware of what is really happening. Cheeks warm, lips curl up into sly smiles concealed by the darkness of the night. And how wonderful it is, when the rare word is finally spoken before you leave his car.

“You may not understand,” he says. “But I’m most grateful for this—this time of the night we have, together.”

Surely he understands, then, why this would hurt you so much. There was no way to anticipate this. It had never dawned on you until now that Carlos had made no mention of his love life to you—and of course, you feel like a fool.

He’s made you look like a right fool.

You don’t even make it inside. You stand outside, hovering over the glass of the shop window as you watch the woman cross her legs and lean over the counter, looking at Carlos with a twinkle in her eye in your seat. He treats her with the same kind of attentiveness he does with you, and watching it in action now as he smiles at her fondly reveals to you a certain mechanical quality. Was it always this rehearsed with you? You can’t really think straight, ankles wobbly as the night breeze blows and Carlos pours her another glass of wine.

You feel a cold, awful shiver run down your spine and fill your stomach with a terrible feeling of sickness. But then Alex emerges from the bathroom a second later and spots you outside, looking rather distraught. She walks past the bar, gives Charles a look of concern as she recognises the situation at hand, the woman monopolising Carlos’ time and attention, before bolting out the door to you. She doesn’t know what to say. She just yanks your handbag out of your hand, puts it on the ground and pulls you into a hug.

Charles comes running out the door soon after, halting to a stop as he sees Alex has already come to comfort you. You’re not crying, it’s not that serious, and being this upset even is such an incredible overreaction, you think to yourself. He sighs, turning back and forth between the two tableaux that have transpired in and out of the bar.

“It’s not what it looks like,” he starts.

Alex pulls her head off of your shoulder. “Yeah,” she nods. “It’s… It’s complicated.”

Your stomach twists as you realise they’ve only come to bat for him. You pull away from her, coldly breaking the embrace. Alex frowns, looking at you with soft eyes. “I should be leaving now,” you say.

She reaches out, tugs on your hand. “No. It’s really, really not what it looks like. It’s—Charles?”

Her boyfriend comes bolting towards where the two of you are, offering you an apologetic look as he runs his fingers through his hair in frustration. Charles lets out a huff that draws out for longer than you expect. “None of us like it,” he says. “It’s… It’s only Carlos’ story to tell. Neither of us know everything.”

“He’s sort of always been hesitant to talk about that,” Alex nods. “About his relationships. But it at least seems like it was only her, for a very long time.”

Charles sighs again.

“It was bad,” he continues. “Very, very bad for him. She is… not good for him. She left when he was thinking about quitting. She would wait for him outside our work and they’d just start going at it, arguing the moment he got off work. And he did quit, and she left for a while, but now…”

“It’s not love,” Alex shakes her head. “So don’t break away, if you can be so gracious. I know it’s selfish to ask, but with Matador and you and everything that’s been going on in his life now…”

Charles comes even closer, puts a hand on where Alex’s is holding onto yours. “He’s become vibrant,” he says, smiling bitterly. “I can’t tell you what he’s thinking, but Carlos has changed.”

You’ve been holding in your breath for god knows how long. You let out a belated, deep breath, and it feels painful in the cold air to breathe this deeply. You look at them with eyes that don’t signal anything good, and before any words can even leave your parted lips explaining how conflicted and awful you feel right now, Alex nods. The couple look at each other, before turning back to you with a look of complete understanding.

“It was a big ask,” Charles says. “I get it. But thank you, anyway, and I hope we’ll see you again.”

He mutters something to Alex, holds her hand fondly and kisses her on the cheek before giving you a final nod and retreating into the bar. But his girlfriend stays, holding your hand still as her thumb rubs circles into the back of it.

“I can’t say anything definitive,” she murmurs, still smoothing her thumb over your skin. “I can’t say I have heard any evidence of this. But words can fail us, anyway, and I have seen better evidence. I have seen it, and I know what I saw. Whatever it is you have… it is true. But it’s your choice, babe. Your choice.”

In the corner of your eye, Carlos has long abandoned his station, watching the situation outside of his own bar unravel in front of his eyes. And it makes him feel sick, having to watch you fall apart. Now it becomes crystal clear to him, and Charles, who is watching from afar, what is happening. Well, it’s too little, too late.

You can’t help but feel like this is some sort of divine punishment for having been led astray. You had forgotten what it feels like; you weren’t even aware it was happening. The realisation only happens way after it creeps up on you, the realisation that you’ve been behaving inexplicably irrationally. In the end, it has resulted in very little. So what if he drives you home? So what if he looks at you a certain way? It means nothing—or it meant nothing to him. How shamefully you’ve behaved. You can barely deal with the weight of it.

You stumble out of bed the morning after when daylight streams through your curtains. As much as it pains you to admit it, the night before has certainly dampened your spirits for this weekend. Saturday is joyless, spent mostly lying down on your couch in silence. The worst thing you could have done for yourself is overthink it, and that is exactly what you do, overthink every interaction you have ever had with him, and the worst part is you don’t even come to a satisfying conclusion. It would be so gratifying in a way to end with the sentiment that none of it was ever real, to allow yourself to feel that tragedy and sweep it away by Monday, but you are far too aware that the truth may not be so catastrophic. And that’s much worse; that things may be complicated, too complex for you to understand now, and all you can do is wade in the water and wait. Wait for a conclusion that may never come.

It consumes you in ways you did not realise. It is bizarrely feverish and ails you in more ways than one. You clutch at your stomach, nauseated by the scenes that replay in your head on loop, scenes of her and him together, her in your seat, how he looked at her and she looked at him, how she leaned closer and over the counter. Your head is pounding, chest tightening as your heart becomes heavy.

It won’t be permanent. Heartache is not chronic. You choose to believe it will come and go like a cold, or the flu if it chooses to persist for longer, that eventually you will survive it and return to your old ways. You have a steady job, a comfortable home, you’ve even gotten good friends out of this whole thing. Losing Carlos is not a net negative. The way it is now, it can only end so many ways. You can sit and let it simmer, or you could take it into your own hands and cast it out of your life before it can hurt you more. You can forget about it. Soon he will mean nothing to you, and these visions of them together will subside and disappear. And then life will be normal again.

You can’t say you won’t miss the whirlwind of emotions all of this has come with. It has been a while since you’ve felt so much, so deeply, and you’ve forgotten how much it overwhelms all your senses. You haven’t been dating for around three years at this point, after your last relationship… Well, it wasn’t so much that it crashed and burned; it fizzled out slowly, an emotional deadlock that culminated in him cheating on you. You didn’t cry then, and you’re certainly not starting now, when you’re reaching for your phone to delete Carlos’ number from your contacts.

Before you can, though, a notification pings. Alex wants to get coffee with you. ‘An apology for the trainwreck that was yesterday.’ Today is too soon. ‘I was going to say we should do it tomorrow, anyway.’ Okay, then it’s locked in. You’re having coffee with her tomorrow.

“I swear, on my mother’s life,” she says, hand on her heart while the other clutches her coffee cup. “I had no idea she was there.”

You’re sitting in a little café with Alex, where the oven stays on in the kitchen as they continue to warm their croissants and pastries for the day, the heat radiating to fill the entire space. It’s very cosy, and it smells lovely, like sugar and vanilla. “She came while I was in the bathroom,” Alex continues. “Didn’t even have time to wipe my hands on the paper towels, fuck me.”

You’ve always loved how blunt she is, and it does make you chuckle, a welcome sound that seems to lighten her up too. “I just want you to know that I’m on your side,” she says. “I’ve known Carlos for a long time, sure, but over the weeks we’ve become…”

“I know,” you nod. “I get it. You’re my friend. And I don’t really wanna let go of this just because I’m letting go of the other things.”

“Yeah,” she nods back at you, smiling now. “Exactly. And hey, you don’t have to see Charles ever again, honestly, I can keep him out of our business completely—”

“It’s fine,” you snicker softly, taking a sip of your coffee. “He’s an innocent bystander. He’s safe.”

“Oof, okay, thank god,” she sighs in relief. “Sorry, he’s quite clingy and I know I did offer but I really wouldn’t have known how to get rid of him.”

For an hour more you stay, eventually ordering yourself a Danish as you chat with her about other things, about work, life, the shoes you’ve had in your online shopping cart for way too long (“absolutely fucking not, their sales are total bullshit!”). It feels good to move on, to know you’ve got a safety net when things take a turn. You really are grateful for her, and you’re so glad she took the initiative to reach out and comfort you. Life, as it turns out, will be okay, and you will move on.

But maybe not just yet.

“I’ve been trying to negotiate a price between the two of them but they’re just so stubb—”

Alex halts to a stop mid-sentence. Her eyes drift above your head and out the window, widening before furrowing in confusion. “Sorry,” she says, getting up from her seat hastily. “Just, one minute.”

She bolts out the door, coat flowing in the wind as she runs over to someone, speaks to them in what is seemingly an antagonistic, interrogating tone. Your eyes trail her all the way to him, a meek, hesitant man who seems not so certain of himself either, but insists on whatever his objective is to her as they continue to argue with exaggerated motions.

You recognise those eyes under the cap he’s wearing. He’s looking much scruffier now, more worn out and exhausted. It’s Carlos.

This is admittedly not proofread 😅 so sorry for any mistakes! As always, please feel free to leave any thoughts, ideas and suggestions in my askbox. All my love <3

[lire-casander]

if no one else will ask for it, i will

kinky

i'm sorry if this is bad. i am not known for writing anything over teen, and i always think my mature and explicit writing is bad. the general idea of the fic comes from the dbda haunted server.

kinky

Charles doesn’t know how they’ve ended in this predicament—his hands rubbing circles on Edwin’s back—but here they are, half-way through a massage class for couples.

Objectively, Charles knows the reasons why they’ve infiltrated in this class. The clues to the new case they’re working on have led them to this building in Waterloo, and they couldn’t really investigate while incorporeal, so Charles has had to work on some of his disguise magic. Right now, they’re impersonating a couple in their late twenties—Charles as the boyfriend, Edwin as the girlfriend, as always.

The shiver creeping up his spine as he presses into Edwin’s back is not objective.

The silence of the class is only broken by the soft voice of the instructor, giving some directions as to where to put hands and how much pressure to apply. Charles is trying hard to focus, but he’s encountering a bit of a problem here.

Edwin is very still and quiet beneath Charles. It irks him somehow; he knows Edwin doesn’t like to be touched, so Charles has the feeling that Edwin is deeply uncomfortable underneath Charles’s fingers.

And here comes the truth between the lies Charles has been telling himself lately.

He’s enjoying having Edwin underneath him. He feels it in a way he didn’t when he’d been with Crystal. And yet, he thinks he’d be enjoying this situation a whole lot more if he was massaging Edwin’s back instead of this human disguise.

Charles has always thought he was straight. He’s only ever been with women, even in his afterlife—not that he’s been a player, but he’s had some flings in the past three decades. None of them had felt as fulfilling as massaging Edwin’s back is.

He finds himself daydreaming about the noises he could elicit from Edwin if they were in a different situation—if they were alone in their office, if Edwin was in his ghostly form, if Charles could touch Edwin in the way he’s been longing to.

If he’s being honest with himself, Edwin confessing to his feelings on that staircase in Hell had stirred some dormant emotions Charles hadn’t been ready to face back then. Not that he’s ready now, but he’s beginning to think that his body—corporeal or not—will take the lead in figuring out what his unbeating heart wants. Charles takes a subtle step back for fear the situation below his waist might be noticeable.

He hadn’t expected to figure out his true feelings for Edwin while giving him a backrub, but Charles guesses it’s just his luck—and it fits their dynamics. He’s always been the last one to ever notice important things, be it a problem with a client or his own feelings. Edwin has always known first.

Charles knows what he must do—he needs to talk to Edwin, come clear about his feelings—but for now he does the only thing he can think of, being a teenage dead boy.

He enjoys the ride.

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[lace-tf]

Hi !! Have you read the KOSS fic "Crawling Back To You"?

Yes!! It’s in my KOSS bookmarks / recs, even!! It was the very first KOSS—and Transformers as a whole—fic I’ve ever read, right after I started watching Prime back in January, and it definitely changed the trajectory of my life x’D As well as set the bar perhaps a touch too high in terms of what I now crave when I want to read these two///

Transformatron is an incredibly skilled writer and their handling of Starscream is spot-on, IMO—their vision of him aligns so well with mine. I really appreciate how they maintained his abrasive, misanthropic, and Machiavellian traits at the same time as giving him gradual, earnest character growth! It’s something I so rarely see in any fandom, which I suppose is due in part to how society / SNS often enforces the idea that there is a “correct” way to be a good person, a “correct” way to be healthy 🤔 This just isn’t true—and redemption, growth, and healthiness can look very different in survivors of complex trauma (like Starscream), especially.

And on that note, the way Transformatron incorporated Megatron’s abuse and how it affected Starscream into the story without being sanctimonious towards the reader, or black-and-white about abuse dynamics… Ahhh!! So good!! I found it to be such a genuine depiction of rape and battery (as well as non-judgmental of their use in fiction), and I loved the grace they gave Starscream in particular, making him sympathetic without it being apologia.

Like yes!! It was wrong for him to have to endure such wretched hardship, and he deserves to be able to heal in a safe place and connect with people who actually care about him… But he very much is also a bad person who did a lot of bad things, and many of them cannot be blamed on Megatron LMAO These things can and should coexist! And I adore Crawling Back To You for acknowledging that, and working to build up developments in Starscream’s relationships with the other characters to the payoff hits hard and feels justified.

(And I’m foregoing a smooth transition here but I need to yell about like *shaking the author’s hand* Starscream as this hyper-resilient guy who will keep bouncing back and moving forward and NOT DWELL no matter what—powered by a near-delusional kind of stubborn optimism that he needs only himself and he will win eventually—and the only way to get him to reassess and change this path is to leave him no other option but to rely on someone else… and that someone else has to make it so worth his while that despite his post-traumatic neurotic paranoia, he’s locked out of the default option of betraying them in return.)

Transformatron has such a way with words too—amazing descriptions, vocabulary, cadence, dialogue, shaking up the sentence structure, pacing, etc…! It very much appeals to me, as someone who’s enjoyed literary fiction since my age was in the single digits 😭 It’s such a treat to find fic with an elevated level of polish, and the well-structured plot (balancing Starscream’s growth, KOSS slowburn, rebuilding Cybertron, and the threat of Unicron) brings it even higher///

It probably comes as no surprise that I am a HUGE longfic enthusiast—seriously, the higher up in the hundred-thousands the word count is the better—and so, all factors combined, finding Crawling Back To You felt like winning the lottery LMFAO I read and re-read it three times in the span of that first week, and I hadn’t even finished Prime yet.

Now that I have, though, I would say my personal interpretation of Knock Out as a character diverges quite a bit from Transformatron’s, even if our Starscreams are very similar 🤔 But their vision of KO is plausible to me, and it’s one I enjoy reading, so this isn’t a negative so much as it’s just something I realised and find worth noting ahaha. I eagerly await the next chapter, and 100% plan to draw fanart once the rainy season stops beating my ass ♥️

Ending my rant with two quotes that live in my head rent free:

“Eesh,” said Ramjet, as Knock Out and Starscream scowled at each other like pit fighters before a match. “Y’know what? I’m not interested anymore. You guys suck, and you deserve each other. Best not inflict yourself on any other mechs. See you tomorrow, Scream.” And with that, he shut the door of his hab-suite and hit the lock button, the diodes outside washing red. Knock Out gaped after him – then turned his infuriated faceplate to Starscream.

—Ramjet to KOSS, Chapter 25

“We should follow his advice,” he said instead, “and only subject ourselves to each other.”

—Starscream to Knock Out, shortly after

[chimckenns]

Spreading some love to my favourite redacted writers here on Tumblr~! Theres honestly so many that I can't write them all down, but here are just some of them <3

@honeysghost

My first introduction to the world of Redacted fics - all the way from AO3. I would never have created an account on tumblr if it wasn't for you. Your writing is so sweet, and the fluff you write melts my heart every time, and I hope one day I can write as good as you do. The way you describe the situation and the love between the two characters is beautiful - especially my favourite fic - your Anton/Love one. You also incorporate dialogue so naturally - the pace of it isn't too fast or too slow, and it flows so well.

@thottythoughtdaughter

You write intimacy so well. The connection between two characters, the way they interact with each other, the moments of tension that give way to bursts of love are written beautifully, and I rush to read your works as soon as they come out. I especially love your David hcs, because they're so accurate to me and I agree with everything you write about him.

@brainrotcharacters

Of course, I could never forget you. I read your works way back when I first joined tumblr, and I have since been in awe of how well you write dialogue. As someone that can't write that at all, it amazes me every time how well you can create movement and progression of a scenario with just dialogue. I love reading the tid bits you send me, and I'm forever grateful you requested me that David fic on your bday <3

@porcelaininkpot

The way you understand the characters so well and write them is simply perfection. You understand their little nuances and the depth behind their motives and actions, and that's so hard to do! But because you get it, your fics are so fleshed out and complete - I see so much character and the way you write them makes them feel so alive. Especially your Porter and Treasure fics omg. Please never stop writing.

@tiredandkindaoverworked

(Not trying to put pressure on you, but) YOU NEED TO WRITE MORE!! I want to read it so bad aah! You write the little precious moments between character so well, and I can immediately picture them in my head. Your hcs are one of the most accurate to me, and you also understand the character so well - especially those that may be overlooked (like Ollie and Guy).

@dannydoesthisthing27

Tbh idk when you appeared, but you've since dominated my feed and I'm definitely not complaining. I love your short hcs, and also your longer fics so much. You write love in such a beautiful way - especially about how it manifests in little things the character do, and that's my favourite kind of thing to read/write about. You also have such good ideas and hcs that I would have never even considered.

@romirola

The thing that amazes me the most about your writing is the variety of scenarios you come up with. I binged all your AO3 fics when I was mainly reading there, and everytime I'd read a good long fic, it was always yours. Your ideas are so original and unique, yet they fit the redacted characters so well and explore different parts of them that I've never seen before. And they remain so faithful to the original in terms of personality and character in general. Its amazing. I love your writing.

There's so many more amazing writers that I love <3. Your fics give me life and motivation to write. Thank you for sharing them!

[lily-fics-11]

Vices (Natalie Scatorccio, Yellowjackets)

Vices//Post Crash Natalie Scatorccio

Disclaimer/In depth CW Under the Cut

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Rehab.

Necessary, but still unwelcome, and certainly not what you want to be doing this summer.

You’ve spent enough time in places like this, thought you had met every kind of person there was to meet.

But then there is Natalie.

She was recently sentenced to another stay in rehab, following her recent arrest on May 11th, 2003.

Natalie is mysterious, broody, and drop dead gorgeous.

The way you feel about her can’t be ignored

Getting too close is a bad idea and you know that

But you just can’t help yourself

Because of the subject matter of this fic, which is set in a substance abuse rehabilitation facility, I wanted to create a disclaimer as well as establish my credibility when it comes to these topics.

In terms of why I think I can do justice here, it comes from my own history with mental health issues and going through treatment for it.

In total I’ve spent over a year of my life in treatment.

I’m at a place in my life where I have learned a lot and done a lot of healing, so I feel comfortable talking and writing about this subject matter.

Although substance was never my primary focus in treatment, it is something that I have struggled with and been treated for. I have also been through a 12 step program.

Being an ‘x reader’ writer I try to stick to things I can write authentically while also being as inclusive as possible.

There will obviously be a certain amount of backstory for ‘reader’ but I will try to keep it vague enough to be relatable but specific enough to form a narrative. (I’m assuming threats what people would want, but I’d be willing to go into more detail if that’s something people were interested in.)

Any struggles that ‘reader’ experiences are things that I have struggled with and been diagnosed with because again, I want to be authentic.

I will focus on things like PTSD, anxiety, and depression, because I feel like those are the most universally experienced things when it comes to being in treatment/rehab.

This will be driven by my own experience but not in a trauma dumping way. (I’d be willing to incorporate my own story to certain extent but I don’t know that people would want that lol)

I have, can, and will do research where I need to.

My intention is to include these topics in a way that is relevant to the story I’m telling.

There will be trigger warnings by chapter but I have no intention of ever going into detail in an unnecessary way.

I believe that these topics can be incorporated without being discussed in a way that would be super triggering.

PLEASE NOTE: I am not in any way condoning romantic relationships in treatment!

I have personally been there and done that and do not recommend it.

The Natalie x reader relationship will be romantic but more in a slow burn/romantic tension sort of way.

Time period: this is set right after Natalie’s mugshot was taken, summer 2003.

My treatment journey did not begin until 2015 so some things may not be 100% period accurate but I’m going to do my best!

Overall:

My goal is authenticity and telling a story that will mean a lot to me that I hope others will also enjoy. And of course do Natalie justice!

[falling-star-cygnus]

every time i need to motivate myself to do something i just remind myself that i was denied a perfect score on my junior year book project because i have a lisp and a shortened frenulum -> i kid you not, he said to me [when i asked] "i don't know, you didn't speak clearly?" YOU DON'T SAY 💀 and then the anger keeps me working

anyway this is a character study for early Charles and Edwin, because i have literally never written british ghost boys and i want more content of their orb forms [also y'all were so sweet on my last dbd posts, so i wanna make sure i get the fic just right <3] ↑ basically, think the first scene where Pearl gets poofed in SU -> ao3 fic: here <-

It was odd.

Edwin had spent far more time being dead than he had alive- so he was well aware that only a scarce few sensations remained prevalent in a ghost's nervous system.

Pain, for one, seemed especially common. At least to him- like it was attracted to the mere homophone of his last name.

Well. Misery did like company, to be fair.

On the other hand, feeling any sort of temperature highly depended on extenuating circumstances.

Charles seemed like the exception to a lot of these so called circumstances.

"Edwin, what the hell is that thing?" Crystal cuts in to his thoughts, damn near tugging her curly hair out, "Where's Charles?"

The warm ball of light hovering in his palm bobs as if to say hello.

It's a motion so endearingly Charles, especially when in a room of his own demise, that the psychic immediately keys in. Slowly, oh so slowly, she releases her poor hair- her expression dumbfounded.

And she pokes.

"Crystal!" Edwin sputters, aghast at her frustratingly in character impulsivity. No wonder the two got along so well.

He's about to scold her, and really lay in as to why touching any supernatural entity she didn't understand the delicate complexities of was a bad idea, when he catches sight of the horrified crumple to her brow.

...ah.

Right.

Crystal hadn't been in the room- despite only being a few turns behind them- when Charles had.. what would be the appropriate term for this? Discorporated? Become even more incorporeal? Unembodied?

Poofed?

Regardless, she had likely saw the events that Edwin had been too slow to stop.

Inadequacy clamps around something squishy in his chest- which is weird, considering as a ghost he shouldn't have anything squishy anymore. But- again. Charles.

The room they were in had a splat of ghostly blue in the center of it, around the perfect size for a blow to the head.

With a single golden earring laying in the center.

Edwin doesn't think ectoplasm will be particularly harmful to her, but she's already reaching into the mess before he can warn her to be careful for once.

Warmth floods his blue stained gloves as Charles shrinks against his palm.

"She's not scared of you," he mutters to the poor thing, bringing his other hand around to [gently- very gently] brush his knuckles against that soft light, "She's just worried."

And with every right.

If he was correct [and the chances of the opposite were very slim] in what she'd seen, it was more than likely that the psychic was now privy to the horrific imagery of Charles being bludgeoned.

This was supposed to be a relatively easy case- a warmup of sorts now that they had reclaimed their office space.. how did it all go so wrong?

A simple retrieval case, that's all this was supposed to be. And now..

Again, unprecedented warmth rushes through his form- this time originating from his nose. The little orb had floated up the scant few inches between them to bump softly against it.

How was it fair for someone so impossibly sweet to be dealt such a cruel hand?

"...I'm supposed to be comforting you," Edwin finds himself huffing, the words a touch too watery for his liking.

"Ugh.. even like this you two are disgustingly domestic."

In Crystal's hand dangles Charles' earring, cleaned shiny again with obvious care.

"I'll get the stain out of your sweater back at the office."

That's all he can offer right now, when his mind is already so cluttered with how to keep this delicate form safe. He lets Crystal slip the earring into one of his pockets carefully, his hands either full or stained with the ghostly blue of-

"What happened," the psychic bites out, hesitantly reaching for the little ball of light again- now that she's prepared, "-to the asshole that did this?"

Edwin side-eyes the much larger blue splatter on the opposite wall, before returning his attention to the rather adorable scene of Charles baubling up and down in his palm.

"He finished his business."

[+-+-+]

You know, you'd think existing as an incorporeal being would exempt you from most normal human ailments.

But noOo.

Charles' chest felt unbearably tight. His breaths, breaths that he shouldn't even need anymore, puff uselessly into the suddenly yawning space in front of him.

There's a stupid whistle on the end of them, a pained whimper he was just a little too preoccupied at the moment to be humiliated over.

Nothing was- everything was-

Fuck. Fuck.

Barely a meter away from the.. rather new ghost, his even newer friend stood skewered on a bar of iron.

It was a fancy thing, his frazzled mind latches onto. Pointed in a sort of spade-like tip with winding and delicate vine patterns.

Ornate, Edwin would probably call it.

If he wasn't bloody impaled.

"Charles-" oh fuck, okay, he never wanted to hear that wheeze again, "Charles, I'm okay."

He couldn't help it- he hadn't been a ghost for particularly long yet, maybe two, three years?- but in the time he'd known Edwin he hadn't yet lost his fragile hold on his tone.

"YOU CALL THIS OKAY!?"

Until today.

Edwin shushes him- though not cruelly.

"Yes, Charles, and everything will be fine. I've read about this."

Why would he- that did sound like something he'd do, actually.

Right up there with yanking an iron skewer out of his own chest.

"Edwin-"

Charles lurches forward, already pressing his hands to the gaping hole left behind like he could stem the bleeding.

Though it wasn't really bleeding? It was more.. wispy blue.. smog. Or some kind of jelly? It was hard to tell, even with his hands coated in the stuff.

Slender, cold fingers grip around his wrists- unsteady but grounding as they give the younger ghost a firm shake.

"I don't have enough time to explain," Edwin says, tone apologetic and strained, "I don't know what- exactly is going to happen.. but I hopefully won't be gone too long. Okay? Charles?"

"Mate- what!?"

His new friend, perhaps his only friend, coughs out a glob of the blue smoke- jelly- stuff and then abruptly goes limp. Charles scrabbles to keep him upright, trying not to focus on how unbearably cold he suddenly feels.

He hates the cold.

"Edwin? Edwin!" he chokes, before the older ghost warps like he got sucked into a void.

In his place, is a simple ball of floating light.

[+-+-+]

"Jesus Christ, Edwin."

The matching stares of horror were expected, to be honest. And deserved.

"Poor Charles.." Niko breathes out, delicately cupping the little ball of light between her palms, "No wonder he's so protective of you.."

And that's also deserved.

Because now that he thinks back on it, that must of been well and truly terrifying for Charles to witness. It was terrifying to experience too.

Edwin didn't know what would happen after he.. poofed. Niko chose that term- apparently it was some pop culture reference? Either way, he had no way of knowing that he wouldn't wind up back in hell.

Charles hadn't let him out of his sight for almost two years after that, and his need for constant tactility had ramped up to 20.

"I'm not going anywhere, Charles, you can let go of my sleeve."

..maybe he could've been a bit more understanding in the aftermath... all things considered.

Edwin thumbs over the gold star earring in his pocket.

They were all gathered back in the office, on various pieces of furniture or floor. Or air- if you were a floating ball of unembodied light.

"How long do these little.. forms typically last?" Crystal asks, though it's clear her nonchalance is only a front.

"It depends on how severe the injury is," he indulges, then rethinks his answer, "I think."

"You think?"

"This has only happened a handful more times in the 30 years we've been partnered. Sometimes it lasts no more than an hour, other times it can take as long as a month. I'm afraid we have no way of knowing."

Niko coos under her breath as Charles bumps against Edwin's cheek.

"Aww.. you keep track."

He raises an eyebrow, confused, even as his finger comes up- devoid of his stained gloves- to merely make sure Charles' form is holding strong.

"Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?"

For some reason, his response only makes Crystal throw her head back and groan- quite dramatically too, at that.

"Disgusting," she huffs, adamant even in the face of Niko's protests to the contrary.

Edwin is so caught up in his confusion and vague amusement of their conversation that almost doesn't notice when Charles floats over to Edwin's other side- over the armrest.

At least- not until he starts flickering.

Immediately panic seizes in his chest, and he's jerking forward to catch the small thing between his hands. He's gentle, of course, even as he scowls at the idiocy his best friend is currently displaying.

"Need I remind you what happened the last time you tried to reform early?" Edwin hisses, and subsequently feels like the worst person in the world when Charles seems to wilt in his palms.

Because he knows why his partner is so desperate, alright, he knows.

But...

"I wish you'd let yourself rest, Charles."

It's not just the two of them anymore.

As reluctant to the idea of it Edwin was at first, he's come to greatly appreciate having the two girls in their corner. Crystal, in the way she strong arms him into new perspectives and Niko's near endless optimism.

It's.. nice.

Charles Rowland is the best person he knows.

"Let me be the one to protect you for once... please?"

[cheralith]

So I know in the previous ask, you said you like the idea that Karasu might be a sadomasochist of some kind so idk if it’s official yet but if it is; would Karasu put a muzzle on cannibal reader during sex or would he just go in raw & risk his life?

And I also just finished reading your cannibal Kaiser fics. (I plan on reading all of them but I’m a Karasu girly through & through) so would reader also put a muzzle on Kaiser? How would that make Kaiser feel? Or would Kaiser put the muzzle on himself so he won’t hurt reader? I can imagine reader seeing him do this & she takes it off of him because they trust him enough. But idk what are your thoughts?

(Sorry for the rambling)

-🫐🥞

hi beloved ✪ ω ✪ !!! nice to see u again, thank u for the ask <3!!! and never apologize for such, i love to read what ur thoughts and questions are about everything!

i feel like so many of you guys are reading my mind when it comes to cannibal!au because truly a lot of what you're asking, i've definitely thought of before—including the idea of muzzling cannibals during sex! i think this stemmed the idea of an extravagent flow of lust and desire, emotions that can be considered negative depending on context.

the issue i have with this idea and why i didn't introduce it earlier is that lust isn't always inherently negative, though it can be overwhelming. but i also think that it can be a catalyst for negative emotions so i think sex between humans and cannibals in this context can definitely be a little controversial, so let's roll with it!

(i should also remind that kr!reader and kaiser are cannibals who are highly sensitive (wink wink nudge nudge) since they forcibly deprive themselves of what cannibals should eat. kr!reader very sparingly eats human meat, kaiser only drinks blood. they're regulated, but unnaturally.)

for sure for the first times, karasu would muzzle his reader, just to test the waters. reader, if anything, would probably request it since they don't want to hurt him so they try it out—they’re ridden with enough guilt. they don't do anything too crazy in bed after that (for the most part, they're pretty vanilla), so karasu gets more comfortable with not using the muzzle and it eventually comes to a point where they don't need it since he doesn't overwhelm them.

on the other hand, kaiser and his reader definitely keep it on guard at times since they can get a little more enthusiastic, which in turn, can amp up kaiser's emotions to a certain degree, one that reader has to be careful he doesn't cross because he has salivated a few times when they go rougher (nothing more than that, though. so far.).

for the most part, kaiser understands why reader has to muzzle him, but it doesn't make him feel any less degraded. he didn’t even get to feel fully human before he turned into a cannibal so to be reminded he’s only harboring a vessel of one isn’t the best feeling.

he's expressed it to them too at first—but reader managed to somehow turn into a form of play for themselves to make him feel better and to show that they do trust him, it's just that with how much they experiment with sex, they never know.

if they're just having casual sex/quickie, no muzzle; reader trusts him completely. if they're experimenting, then yes, since if kaiser especially likes a certain thing, he can easily get stirred up with it and in turn, it may just lead to a bad reaction. while it is just a matter of safety, i'm also not one to deny the fact that reader is freaky enough to possibly incorporate its uncertainty into play itself, living on the thrill of it all lol

[atomicami]

overnight sensation. (smau)

✧ character intro: core four

dina x latina masc!reader

✧ summary: in which dina, a small town artist struggling to get her name out there, is set up to work on a song with you, a trap artist from the city who’s progressively becoming more famous each day. despite you and dina having distinct tastes in music, you both make an attempt to form a song together… and maybe a little more than that

overnight sensation masterlist

✧ author’s note: hi everyone! so the idea to create this fic came up in my head one day and i’ve really needed to get it out of my system so…here we are. i also wanted to mention that the reader is latina coded in this! i doubt this fic is going to get any recognition because it’s not abby or ellie but like i said at this point i’m just posting it to get this idea out of my system. however, i’ve made a lot of visuals so far so i hope that makes up for it 🙏🏻 to all my dina lovers out there, this one’s for you.

as of now, we have four main characters in this fic. i know people usually incorporate additional characters too but since this is my first smau series i thought i’d keep it simple.

so aside from reader there’s dina of course, and there’s also jesse and manny who are dina and reader’s producers. and i know it’s unusual to implement manny as a character but the reason why i added him is literally because as long as i’m aware he’s like the only hispanic character in the game LOL but rest assured he’s not a bad character in this fic. you won’t even notice he’s there i promise!!

i don’t have a lot of people on board with me posting this other than my mutuals, but i wanted to thank these two amazing writers and their works that gave me the inspiration to make this fic:

✧ @spaceshipellie for her dina x masc!reader fics (and for responding to my anon post a while back)

✧ @phantombriide’s smau fic ‘and i love her’, by far one of my favorites out there!

i also have to say this fic has by far been the one that i have spent the most time and effort in making out of all of my works, so if y’all enjoy it please like and reblog!! i’ve been working really hard on it this past month so it truly means a lot to me 🤍

with that being said, here is the character intro for overnight sensation:

tags 🏷️: @ourautumn86 @abbyscherry @bababaka @zombholic @aouiaa @whore4abby @lunawonie

let me know if you’d like to be tagged as well!!

(might delete this if it flops though idk)

[hello-eeveev]

📓! (If youre still doing em :3)

Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.

I’ve had an idea for a post T-Dock Aeor fic that I think I’m actually going to incorporate into another fic, but the gist of it is “almost-kisses in Aeor”. I only have two (so far? idk if I need more than two), one from Caleb’s POV and one from Essek’s.

The Caleb one is your standard Aeor whump hurt/comfort fare: they get attacked by monsters, in the process Essek gets terribly injured, things look dicey there for a moment, and when Essek pulls through, Caleb is so relieved that he’s just like “I gotta kiss him” before his brain kicks in and reminds him that that’s not a thing they have done and to kiss Essek now would be a bad idea. It’s not really treading any new ground, but I’m curious to see what my brain will do with it :)

The Essek one is as they are leaving Aeor. As they have been approaching the end of their trip, Essek has been thinking about how goodbye kisses are a thing and how if there were ever a time for him and Caleb to kiss, the end of this trip that has brought them so much closer would be it, right? But when the time comes, the prospect of kissing Caleb—while something he would like to do—is completely overwhelming to him and not in a fun, excited way, so he kinda shuts down internally and fully chickens out. Makes no moves. Caleb senses this awkwardness and discomfort, so he doesn’t make any moves either (was he planning to? idk). so they just. say goodbye and leave.

I think these are both fun concepts that would be fine on their own, but yeah, I think I’m more interested in using them to inform Caleb and Essek’s headspace during the first kiss fic, so look forward to that ✌️

[bizlybebo]

hi vixen i’ve come to ask about your pd sv au gun to your head tell me all about it :3

YAYAYAYAYY THANKU FOR ASKING . SHAKES YOU VIGOROUSLY OK

there's a lot i can't say in case of potential spoilers if i ever make a fic BUT !!! i can tell you a few things abt pd ^_^^

-dakota's in miles' place for this au , and lives in new haven with tide after being adopted around 8-9 due to (AIRHORN NOISE). stuff's pretty normal after that .. until about 6 months before the time this au starts (AIRHORN NOISE) happens which Sucks really bad for him so tide's kinda like .. desperate to Help and throws shit at the wall, and one of the things he tries is sending dakota to a different school for a "new beginning" even though dakota's not really eager about it .. but there's also a lot of Feelings wrapped up in going back to his old school as well , etc etc.. not too much divergence from the movie here except tweaking it 2 fit dakota better. OH ! and tide's an EMT in this au ^_^

-ashe is in gwen's place .. her dimension + backstory is also pretty similar to gwen's but there's a few differences .. she doesn't have powers the same way other spider people would !! very important detail 2 me . she does however use a few gadgets and other tech she stole from (AIRHORN NOISE) on top of having . obviously. (AIRHORN NOISE) but that proooobably won't come up for a while.

-vyncent and william r kind of like peni + noir !! obv they don't have as similar of personalities .. william in this au Is somewhat inspired by noir though !! he does detective stuff in his dimension and he's got the whole monochrome thing (except the blue of the wisps. everything else is black and white there though). it's a cyberpunk/futuristic kinda Hell World and his main arch nemesis is Belltech ^_^ no implications there noope..

-i go back and forth on vyncent/virion's stuff but i think i'm gonna lean into him being like .. a d&d style folk hero ^_^ obv with some greats influence but i don't know if i want to incorporate them into his powers directly or if i want them to be more of a past influence, etc .. and obv his main arch nemesis would be the lich. im constantly redesigning him i need to update the one i have up rn

other stuff .. the first spiderman in dakota's au is harlem, who's main nemeses are overlord, wavelength, and (AIRHORN NOISE). overlord's business with the supercollider is due to his curiosity about mixing dna from other dimensions to make like. yknow the most powerful creatures possible (and maybe harness said power himself), and it's kind of implied that wavelength is working with him cause he's trying to (AIRHORN NOISE) .. what i will say abt that is that it adds an extra Thing around ashe ending up in dakota's dimension.

also fucking goobleck is there . awesome .

other characters aren't entiiiiiirely hashed out yet but i do at elast know i want jade 2 be in hobie's place^_^ i also have SUCH a cool idea SMILES abt part of the au that pertains to the second movie's plot .. it's rlly important to me cause of certain ways that jrwi:pd covered the hero system and specifically dakota's changing feelings on it . YAYYYY !!!!

trying to think of other notes ... i've always hc'ed dakota to be an artist but im leaning into it hard in this au .. ashe is still a drummer .. im trying to think abt whether or not i wanna give dakota the electricity + invisibility powers that miles has .. esp torn on the invisibility cause i think it adds a really good layer to his character (< given that he's very much someone who just wants to be Recognized) .. but it's not exactly his brand ..

ALSO i dont want 2 make any promises but i'm playing around with html a bit for some cool formatting stuff if i ever make a fic .. given that i still wanna try to do the animation justice even if it's just . writing ... i wanna play around . get creative with it yknow. GRAA TKWJREHKJWTHKJ JKET THANK YOU FOR ASKINGG i feel like ive said a lot of nothing but also simultaneously dumped so much .. SORRY I DIDNT REALIZE HOW LONG IT GOT KJEHERJK

[harukamitsuki]

hello! The idea of yuga being forced to suggest one of his classmates to be recruited into the LOV is so tragically fun that I might honestly incorporate that into my own rewrite. I could imagine the canonically guilt yuga feels would be absolutely increase tenfold if he had to play any role in the kidnapping.

y’know yuga’s guilt (and his canonical suicidal ideation) has so much potential to explored in fics, it’s a shame he isn’t a more popular character… but at the same time he already gets mischaracterize to Hell and back, don’t really wanna imagine how bad it would get if he was popular. *insert the “the viewer fell for the character’s facade that the viewer were supposed to dismantle” image here*

but anyways, it specifically being either izuku and mezou??? brilliant and your reasons makes complete sense. yeah, mezou being the one kidnapped could easily be the catalyst to the mutant discrimination arc. and izuku getting kidnapped also has so much untapped potential, and tomura & izuku desperately needed to have more interactions before their big fight as well.

though, since it wasn’t until post-kamino that yuga stopped distancing himself from the rest of the class, it makes me wonder if he would be confident enough in his observation skills to choose either izuku or mezou. there’s a chance he might go with a more “safe” option like shoto or (dare i say) mina.

also, oh wait, here’s a way to make katsuki less relevant to plot. when izuku and shoto are having their talk between the sports featival rounds. instead of katsuki listening into their convo, have it be yuga. It makes sense, especially when paired up with the idea of yuga being forced to suggest a student to be recruited.

In canon, Yuuga is shown to be far more intelligent than fans make him out to be. He's able to figure out the relation betwen Izuku and All Might without any external guidance or direct hints, and he managed to fool the entirety of 1-A until the reveal. The dumb guy that fanon portrays him as, the guy who's only smart with love, doesn't exist in canon.

I see this as less of an issue with fanon and more of an issue with Horikoshi's writing. He completely forgot about the traitor plotpoint, leacing fans guessing for years until he finally remembered. As such, there really wasn't much build-up to it.

Everyone was guessing Denki, or Tooru, or even the audience themselves. (That last one was a really cool theory but sadly not true). There definitely were some hints here and there, but it never felt like there was a solid foundation until the traitor arc actually hit.

As for him not really interacting with the others until post-Kamino... IMO, if you've experienced something yourself, you find it easier to recognise when somebody has been or is going through something similar.

Yuuga knows what it's like to try to reign in a quirk you were not born with, and he knows how it feels when you believe you've made no progress. He knows how it feels to be discriminated upon, to feel weak, like the whole world is against him.

For those reasons, I think, even without properly interacting with them, he'd be able to recognise how strong Izuku and Mezou are, as well as how they could seem like 'easy' targets for the LOV. He can relate to both of them, (though neither were able to relate to him).

And for your idea with Yuuga eavesdropping rather than Bakugou, while I like the idea, I'd prefer nobody eavesdropping. Bakugou doesn't eavesdrop, and Yuuga would integrate in another way with the IzuCrew.

Shouto's conversation with Izuku was insanely private. He's opening his heart out to Izuku, although I'm sure he didn't realise it, sharing his memories of only pain as a child, something that should only be disclosed by the person afflicted to the one they want to know about it.

While it may suit Yuuga's traitor status, I also can't see him using this information in any way, meaning it would be ultimately useless for him to eavesdrop.

UNLESS!! Unless he decides to report Endeavour to the League, due to his sympathy for Shouto and horror at Endeavour's actions, which could lead into a different arc entirely–

Okay, I'm liking the idea a lot more now.

Thanks for the ask!!

[lovetaroandtaemin]

Kinktober 2024

Day 21: Knife Play

Lee Minho x Reader Word Count: 1,466 THIS FIC IS NSFW, MINORS DNI!!! Warnings: A knife is used but there is NO blood, a little bit of a corruption kink, unprotected sex, creampie. If you think I missed a warning, please let me know! A/N: If you would like to be added to my Kinktober taglist, you can send an ask, send a dm, or comment on any of my Kinktober-related posts with the username that you'd like tagged. Happy reading!

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When you told Minho that you went shopping for new toys to try out in bed, he had no idea that you meant a knife. You were full of surprises, however, so he probably should have expected something out of the ordinary. The one thing that didn’t surprise him was that the knife was absolutely gorgeous. It was small, with an intricately carved handle and a blade so shiny you could have used it as a mirror. As he observed the way it danced in your hand, he had to admit that he was curious about your new toy.

As curious as he was, however, your boyfriend was also apprehensive about incorporating a knife into your bedroom activities. Actually, “apprehensive” didn’t even begin to describe how he felt. With his interest in cooking, he knew just how easy it was to slip with a knife and seriously hurt someone, and he was terrified of hurting you. If you were being honest with yourself, however, the idea that it might hurt just added to your excitement about trying it.

Minho had a strong feeling that he wouldn’t enjoy it, but there were very few things he wasn’t at least willing to try in the bedroom. So, the two of you set up a day and time that you could try it out. Once that was settled, the two of you had an in-depth discussion about how it would look and what was completely off limits.

The day that the two of you agreed on to try out your new toy came, and you could hardly contain your excitement. You had agreed to try it on a day that Minho was off, so you had ample time to experiment and recover. He still had to go out to drop something off to Chan, though. While you waited for him to come home, you decided to surprise him. You waited in your room, wearing nothing but Minho’s favorite lingerie. It was a baby blue set with white lace, and he loved it because of how sweet and innocent it made you look right before he ruined you.

When Minho came home, he grabbed the knife and went to your room. When he walked in, pretty knife in hand, he was surprised to see you already waiting for him. Before he did anything else, he stopped and stared at you. He couldn’t help himself, really. You were one of the most gorgeous women he’d ever seen, and he had no shame when it came to showing you how beautiful he thought you were. He didn’t even realize he’d been staring as long as he had until he heard you say, “Are you just gonna stare, or are you gonna fuck me?”

“Before anything happens, are you absolutely sure?”

“I’m sure, sir. I want you.”

That was all Minho needed to hear to slowly make his way to your bed. He started small, holding the knife against your arm. He was incredibly careful with the amount of pressure he put on the knife. It was enough that you felt something touching you, but never enough to actually cut. You trusted him enough to know that he would never actually cut you.

A shiver went down your spine as he placed it in a different spot, this time over your stomach. He pushed ever so slightly harder, and you tensed in anticipation. A small part of you wanted Minho to cut you, but you also knew that was a bad idea. So, you focused on enjoying how the knife felt against your skin.

Minho was shocked by how turned on he got just from watching your responses to how he held the knife to your skin. You looked up at him with pleading eyes, desperate for him to do whatever he wanted with you. It made him a bit emotional, if he was being honest, to see how much you loved and trusted him. For a brief moment, he considered pushing just a little bit harder, but he decided against it. That would need a much more in-depth conversation.

For now, Minho chose to use the knife to cut your bra off of you. He hated to damage his favorite set of lingerie, but the unintentional moan that left your mouth at the action made the whole thing worth it. He could always buy you another set, anyway.

The moment that he ripped what was left of your bra off of you, the knife was discarded and Minho was on top of you. He kissed and bit every inch of your chest, not caring about the marks he left. You moaned at the sensation and started begging Minho to just fuck you already. He laughed at your pleas, however, and continued to tease you.

When Minho was satisfied with the patchwork of hickeys on your chest, he slowly started kissing his way down to where you wanted him most. Once he was comfortably settled between your legs, he ripped your panties off and pressed a series of gentle kisses to your thighs before kissing his way back up to your mouth. As he kissed you, your desperation only grew. When he pulled away, you said, “Please fuck me, sir.”

Minho stood up just long enough to remove his clothes before he was back on top of you, lining his tip up with your entrance. Before he did anything else, though, he made eye contact with you and said “Say that again sweetheart. You’re so cute when you beg.”

“Please fuck me, sir. Want you inside me.”

That was all Minho needed to hear to slowly push his cock into you. You whined as you felt the delicious stretch for the first time in far too long, and a groan left his mouth as he felt you around him. It was funny, really, every time he had sex with you he felt just like he did the first time. He was just as nervous now as he was then, and he was just as excited to watch you fall apart now as he was then.

When you gave Minho the ok, he started thrusting in and out. He intended to start slowly; he really did. However, when he felt you around him and heard the way you were begging him to fuck you harder, any self-control he had went out the window. All he wanted was to keep pulling those sweet moans and whimpers from your mouth as he pounded into you.

You had to admit that you were surprised when Minho agreed to try incorporating a knife into your foreplay. It had gone better than you expected, though. He seemed to genuinely enjoy how you responded to the knife being held against you, and you were more turned on than you’d ever been when he cut your bra off of you. Now that he was actually inside of you, you found yourself quickly getting lost in the pleasure you were feeling.

It took an embarrassingly short amount of time for Minho to feel his orgasm start to approach. When he felt it, he tried to warn you that he was close. Instead of words leaving his mouth, however, a loud groan fell from his lips as he filled you with cum. As he fucked you through the aftershocks of his release, you felt the knot in your stomach tighten. All it took was Minho telling you to, and you came around his cock with a moan of his name and a string of expletives falling from your lips.

Once the two of you came down from your highs, Minho walked you to your bathroom and helped you clean yourself up. When that was done, he carefully led you back to bed and held you. While you caught your breath, the two of you discussed what you did and didn’t like about how incorporating something new went. As you talked, Minho realized how much he had actually liked the experience. Sure, he’d been surprised when you brought home a knife, but he had to admit that he had enjoyed himself a lot. You found that you liked it even more than you thought you would, which was a big surprise. Especially when you considered how excited you’d been to try the knife in the first place.

As the two of you talked, you found it increasingly difficult to stay awake. Minho noticed how tired you were and gently encouraged you to try to sleep. You wanted to protest, but the tone in his voice told you that doing so would be futile. So, you snuggled closer to Minho and found yourself relaxing enough to go to sleep almost immediately. Once he was certain you were sleeping, he allowed himself to drift off too.

Thank you for reading! If you'd like to see what else I've written so far and the rest of what's planned, you can find my Kinktober masterlist here. If you'd like to read one of my non-Kinktober works, you can find my general masterlist here. If you'd like to see what I'm going to be working on once Kinktober is over, you can find my upcoming works here. If none of that interests you, or there's something specific you'd like to see, send a request via asks or dms!

Thank you again for reading, happy spooky season!

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hey, so I haven’t had the gall to ask but do you have any fanfiction tips? like how to get people to beta, or just things you like to incorporate into your fics? like general tips because I’m out here struggling lol

Hello my love!!

Fic writing is a very personal process (for me at least). I used to be a creative writing major but before I could get into any prose classes, I switched over to TESOL. (there is still room in grad school though!)

For me, writing a story is a long haul process. I like to start with the biggest most exciting scenes of an AU (MOE is still using some of these scenes). I never start at the begining because it can be daunting and hard to connect to what I want to happen. So, I write all my fun scenes to get them out of my system (when I started MOE, I wrote 14K in 2 days) and then I look at them and start thinking about how to connect them. Point B, working backwards to A.

The BIGGEST tool for writing a plot, is to yap about it. I am not joking. Any friend, I have had many not in the fandom, to listen to you talk about the story. The friends that follow along and help you headcanon are the best ones. I don't think MOE would be as deep and flushed out character wise if not for June (the all knowing beta). She bounced ideas back to me and played with dialog and is overall the reason Margin of Error is still even updating. It certainly helps that she's also an author, because she understands the struggle.

There are friends you can mak on tumblr too! I have made a few mutals by networking my fic on here, and they all help me with hard character questions. Kit (Hi kit, love you kit) the phenominal WixWrites on AO3, has let me yap non-stop about chapter five and Tango's morals as a character. without her, Tango would be making some pretty out of pocket choices I'm sure.

For Betas, find some people you trust and ask them to read your work! I beta for some friends, some friends beta for me. My Betas (the hellions they are) are my friends that I met through minecraft (lethal company orginally actually, but thats a whole story). Good friends won't judge your writing, and if you ask them to look for specific things (and you should be if you're asking someone to edit for you) then it should be easy for everyone!

I ask my betas to look for specific grammar mistakes I'm prone to making, cohesion, character vibes ect. I have a list at the top of our doc and I encourage them to correct me where ever (I do this because I have confidence in my writing, and know what comments to ignore and what to keep. when letting others edit your work don't just accept all the comments. It's your work and you have control over what you do and don't change)

When it comes to adding things into a fic, say a fandom reference, its kind of up to you. sometimes its fun to toss things like that in, sometimes you don't even need/want them. For heavier themes, my advice is to look at the overall story and decide if it fits.

Margin of Error deals with themes on greif, drepression, and some fucked up family dynamics. I have the choice to add more themes or to let the plot breath. There was a point where I was considering bringing sickness back into plot, but decided it was heavy enough killing off Jimmy's mom. You kind of pick and choose your straws, and discussing with a friend will also help you gauge if something is too much. in the end, it's you're story. Write it for you and no one else. If you like something, then like it with your whole heart, don't let people on the internet take it away.

I'm very proud of your AU's you've been posting about. I think you'll make a great author. Try not to over think it, just write. Write it bad, write it scared, at least you're writing. plus, the joy of editing is that if you dont like the fist draft, its a draft you can change it.

much love! good luck!! xoxox sauce