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[idyllicbby]

my favorite angst fics on ao3 for the second day of Shuriri week! @shuririweek

!check tags in the fics for warnings!

all time fav!!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43796868

this will leave you sobbing so full warning: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44383288/chapters/111626077

[voidcat]

characters: you/imaushi wakasa, sano shinichiro...

a/n: angst lol. strangers to friends. themes of fwb but nothing explicit. switch of perspective. mcd obviously,,

as i said in this post the loose explanatio/beginning of an idea i had that i liked ALOT but couldnt write due to various reasons (esp lck of time) (open post for a lil further stuff for reader x wakasa ig,,,)

attending the same classes as shinichiro sano... you've heard of him alright but that's about it. a nice face to look at perhaps but a little odd. not someone you'd interact with occasionally, nor someone you'd remember in particular-

until you're paired with him for an assignment. it'll help build bonds between the lot of you! the teacher announces and everyone groans in unision

you shoot your new partner to be a look from where you stand and turn back to your notebook. the ring bells but by the time you can get up adn gather your stuff, sano is nowhere to be seen

it takes you hours to find him. and at possibily one of the worst times too.

you heard of the rumors about fights and deliquents but you didn't expect yourself to run into one. youre careful, you live a peaceful life, you avoid trouble, always keep a clean name and all-

the people around all battered and beaten up, covered in bruises, cuts and maybe blood, looking hungry, unsatisfied, maddened– and you're in the center of it all.

footsteps approach you, strong, stern, taking their time and all- you hold it in you to not turn for a look. wait for them to show their face at your feet, dont give them the satisfaction nor even the slightest sign of weakness.

a man with blond hair and a pretty face, long lashes and all, stands before you, looking almost a little amused. "what's a pretty little thing doin' here all by themselv-" "where's sano" you cut him midsentence.

the man looks baffled, a little offensed even. soon joined by a second figure a lot taller than him, they both look at you with hostility and a hint of curiosity.

who cares, you scoff internally, whatever intimidation they're going for, you won't fall for it.

the other man raises a brow at the way you've mentioned sano. shit, you do hope this was not the wrong place, or whatever fight went down there, they must've won... right?

"and who is asking?" the blond speaks up again, sounding a little annoyed now. "you know, we don't allow passes to every pretty thi-" "eeeew" you drag the word and scretch like a gum, making sure to put on a face. "none of your business actually." you add on, placing your hand against a hip.

"why, you-" before he can follow up with whatever's on his tongue, a jolly greeting from behind interrupts him, cutting through the air. you can notice how the idle folks around suddenly tense up, and for the two man before you, shoulders dropped, bodies relaxing...

soon sano emerges, with his hair put up and stylized, nothing like the man in your class, a deliquent out of a shitty teen's magazine you'd say so.

exhanging greets with the two men and doing a special handshake for only them to know, he looks in the mood, just his face a little bruised up and some blood on his clothes.

so that's probably why he skips school some days, you muse.

he notices you a little later.

"oh!" mouth formed into an 'o' shape, you can see his surprise written all over but he is quick to disperse all that." greeting you with your surname formally, he reaches out a hand, then brings it up upon noticing the splatters of blood and takes it back with a sheepish smile.

"what brings you there?" he asks, never losing a bit of his joy that contradicts the entire atmosphere.

"our assignment." you say curtly and receive another sound of surprise from him. he looks apolegitic at the very least, you think.

"well.. uh-" he scratches the back of his head, casting a glance around, you wait to see where the stammering will go.

"how would you wanna do it then?" he asks more for you than himself, to ease you probably, you can only assume.

another joins their little group, keeping silent and watching what's going on. you relly, really should get going, you decide after giving a quick look around. "we can go over the details at an appropirate time later."

"alright then!" he says, never missing a beat from his energy. it's unbelievable, you think. "should we... ah-" he pauses, "exchange numbers to keep in touch then?" he asks, and he means well, you can tell just from the way he looks and talks, but the rest? you're not exactly dying to say out loud your contact information. especially not with that blond anywhere within a 20 meter radius.

"here." you say, reaching out your hand to reveal your phone. "i'm not announcing my number for a bunch of weirdo, self proclaimed deliquents to hear."

your words take him by shock but he breaks into a snort right after. the two men exchange a glance and a thug at their lips as well. the blond however does not look once pleased with your words.

or you at all.

you begin to come and go to their place often, the assignment builds up slow but steady and the guys seem reasonable enough after actually sitting down and hearing each other out. shin looks happy with the development too, says you have brought a change but you'd disagree. he is the light and sun and the beating heart of this place and wherever he goes, they follow, absolute devotion and belief in him, as a person, for his mind and for his heart.

you can see why, you can feel it too. once you begin to spend your time with shinichiro sano, all the rumors and speculations you've heard up until then are gone. assignment be damned, you can tell when a friendship begins to bloom and with shin- it happens at such a pace, you find yourself a little afraid.

the assignment ends, presentation and all, with flying colors you pass and decide to celebrate it out, with the rest joining as well.

a karaoke bar is all fun and games until night rolls out. it has gotten late but shin offers to walk you home; keizo and takeumi dragging a very drunk and messed up wakasa. everyone bids one another goodbye- save for wakasa... and you almost believe youhave seen a hint of sadness in their eyes as they bump their fists against yours. if you didn't know any better, you'd ever go as far as to say they'll miss you around.

a day passes, another and another... much to their relief and encouragement, you stick around.

not within the vicinity on the days big fights go around but definitely dropping by to hang out, fool around and whatnot. it's now your laughter mixed with shin's that fills the air, and everyone seems joyful and happy most of the time- save for imaushi wakasa.

for reasons unbeknowst to you, he remains hostile, rude, and on and up about sending your way stupid lines like he did the first time. most of the time you ignore him, which annoys him further– the scene alone brings a smile to your lips, the smirk of a vixen, you even overhear him once, yelling to keizo about you are, sounding very much frustrated.

despite this is how the things begin and roll out, neither of you expect to grow close- closer than you'd have imagined.

yes, you and shin might be the sunshines, but you and wakasa? the two of you become inseperable. you even hear some people mumble how they fear the two of you looking down at them, gazes that burn holes through their skulls, see into their souls... the two of you could make a power couple- if you were one at all.

there is the heat, there is the tension. you comb through his hair with a gentle touch that has wakasa melting in your hold, yet the second someone dares to imply anything more, you shoot them a glance so heavy, it'd crash their lungs.

wakasa hopes, in the end, that perhaps there is an end to it that is happy, that is hopeful. he knows there is no making up for the way he treated you but you were not the kindest toward him either, so it makes you equals, no?

so he sings sappy songs at karaoke whilst tipsy, so any accusation he can brush off as the effect of the booze, but hopes you caught how he looked at you. so he touches you as soft as you do him, trying to mimic your kindness, an attempt at how love, in the physical, in action should be.

he doesn't know any better, why should he? why should anyone to begin with?

it scares him how natural it is for shin and you. some days he finds himself envying the two of you even, would things be any different were you to attend the same school as the two of you? oh what wouldn't he do to be graced with your smiles and giggles all day every day, having you look at him as you rest your cheek against your palm–

he aches for something a tad normal sometimes, at the very least with you. would the two of you ever cross paths were it not for shin? the thought scares him and he feels like an asshole for envying his friend like this, desperate for anything that would come from your hands.

but at the end of the day, it is himself you seek out. his arms that you allow around your person, his lips on you, devoring you, it's wakasa that consumes you wholly and the thought brings a wave of comfort at the very least.

then the entire world collapses down in the span of 24 hours.

shinichiro dies.

almost 24 hours have passed since his death and wakasa still cannot find it in him to return to reality yet.

then like an angel amidst the chaos, you reemerge from the fog, from smoke. it doesn't take a genius to figure out something is wrong.

"waka," you call out to him, sound laced with something he cannot quite pinpoint. shutting his eyes completely, he sits in the same spot for a moment, all the doubts, every single negative, twisted and fucked up thng he has been holding at bay til now so close to breaking out.

you speak, but he does not hear the words.

not pass the 'i am leaving'

[shiningstarr15]

Made a couple of fanart pieces for some fanfics that I thoroughly enjoy 😊

First one is from the fic Kintsukuroi by @lilmissflower and the second is from How to Care for your Sick Humans by @terrietont

Both are amazing authors and do my fave duo so much justice. Also I’m a stickler for detail bc I love picturing it in my head and the attention to detail with their writing is honestly just *chefs kiss*

Anyway I’m not gonna give away the context of the scenes but yall should um.. go check these out.

Thanks for making my doublestar duo heart happy :3

One is finished while the other is ongoing btw<3

[ywpd-translations]

We need more engagement in this fandom!

So, as the title says, because I was thinking about this - I love this manga with all my heart as you very well know, and the main reason I started translating is because I wanted more engagement in the fandom, which was pretty much dead. Well, it still kind of is, which brings me here lol

I tried to keep this blog translations only to keep everything more in order and make it easy to find the various chapters and all, and I kept all my theories and ramblings either in the tags or on my main blog, except for the times I got asks.

But I would love for this fandom to be more active! I wanna talk about theories and headcanons and ships and all that! I want this fandom to start living again :')

So I was wondering - would you people like it if I started also posting about that kind of stuff? Reblogging fanarts, posts, fanfics or whatever I see around? Would you like to engage more in the fandom? I'm asking because: 1) maybe you'd prefer it if this blog stays translations only, kinda like an archive; 2) maybe there aren't many people who actually wants to engage in fandom activities anyway lmao

I'm asking honestly! I just really would love for this fandom to be active again :')

[glowingyears]

making and messing it up rated: teen / 14.5k words / oneshot

“It’s just—I don’t know. I have friends—but, like, it’s one thing to spend time with everybody all together. Then I don’t feel like I’m taking up anyone’s time or asking anyone to go out of their way for me. Even with—even without having to take care of Christopher first, it’s still—just not in my nature. It feels like asking for a lot, you know?” “Eddie,” Buck says, his grin softening to something gentler when he reaches out and covers Eddie’s forearm with his hand. “It is not asking for a lot to spend time with you. And I would know better than anyone, for the record. I promise it’s not. You’re—I know you don’t think so, but you’re always great company, Eddie.” Eddie wonders if the fact that he finds himself believing him is proof therapy is working, or proof he believes anything when it comes from Buck. He decidedly doesn’t interrogate that thought any further.

or; a how-to guide to surviving what could've been the loneliest few months of your life, as told by Eddie Diaz.

[arms-full-of-hyacinths]

[randomyuu]

(you'll whisper, serpent tongue) Chapter 6 scene

There it is again, that hot writhing thing in Satoru’s chest.

Nah mate don’t make me feel that hot writhing thing in my chest as well  _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_

I… I just want to draw a thousand-year-old Yuuji smile, okay? And honestly, there are so many drawable(?) scenes in this last chapter, but I need to be aware of my limits and thus smiling Yuuji it is. I never draw a genuine thousand-year-old Yuuji smile in the previous post and I hope this time I deliver! God knows I struggle with drawing genuine expressions, among other things ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

And uh… you do not see any continuity error in the artstyle. I totally do not forget how I used to draw the boys or use the screentone or something heh-

Anyway, source time!

Fic Title: (you’ll whisper, serpent tongue) what you fear you have become

Author: @voxofthevoid

Status: Completed! Chapter 6 is the last chapter! And it’s good! :D

This is an NSFW fic, so do read the tags before diving in!

I’m a bit disappointed it took me almost 2 weeks to finally read the last, busy weeks upon busy weeks. I’m actually still in my busy week but shhh we don’t talk about it. But I finally read it on Friday, and I got my dose of bittersweet goodness, and I ignore my drawing plans because I can. I just gotta draw this. Giving the last chapter a fanart just feels appropriate.

Ah, I’m really happy I stumbled upon this fic back then QwQ

[luescris]

Posting this before I decide not to

A drawing for a vent fic I've worked on since 2018 that's on my A03 called He Who is Hard as Stone (which I now dub to Heart of Stone because it's simpler/easier) and also sort of mostly inspired by @fihuli 's bad ending art (I hope it's not a problem that I've tagged you but if it is please lemme know augh) from once upon a time ago and. Lmao yeah haha

Handle on ao3 is luescris same as here if y'all are interested okay bye

[ateerys-punctuationpanic]

Our favorite boys gave the sweetest red carpet interview and I suspect they'll be the talk of the night. Reminds me of the article my brother-in-news, Eddie Brock, wrote about them last year. Click here to read.

[wickmitz]

and, between you and me, the curtain falls.

for what may be the final time, ivy exits her fixer upper that’s more taped parts than boiler, and glances at cornfields askew before she braves them.

or : ivy pepper finds herself still coping with the aftermath of things.

[invaderlynx]

* crawls out of the clone wars fandom wood work* Hello, hi, saw your post about omega and rex and comparing the comand batch and bad batch and I wanna know about the fox and rex thoughts *skitters back in*

The Post in Question

THANK YOU! Listen, in my head Fox and Rex had a somewhat complicated relationship, even before all the shit with Ahsoka and Fives went down.

So, I headcanon that Fox, much like Rex, had a mutation that made his hair lighter than his brothers’. His was more red or russet in color, which was part of how he got his name. This placed a lot of pressure on Fox from a young age and a lingering paranoia surrounding decommissioning. He compensated for this by becoming a perfectionist and more cynical/standoffish than many of the other clones (this is something that would only get worse on Coruscant).

When Rex first joined their batch, Fox was very brusque with him, almost callous in his treatment. Rex initially kind of idolized him because he saw a lot of similarities between the two of them. Fox wanted nothing to do with him for much the same reason. He didn’t want to be reminded that he was different, that he had the Kaminoans breathing down his neck, and that one wrong move could mean the end of his short life. Fox was also scared to get attached since he was convinced that Rex would be decommissioned or otherwise taken away. He additionally didn’t appreciate the increased scrutiny Rex placed both on their squad and particularly the kid himself by tagging along with them. Of course, he never outright admitted any of this (because Fox is terrible at using his words, second only to Wolffe) so he just came off as a major asshole for the first few weeks/months of Rex being around.

Eventually Rex did worm his way into Fox’s guarded little heart and by the end, he was just as much his vod’ika as any of the others. Fox still has a tendency to push him a bit hard though, transferring a lot of his own insecurities and coping mechanisms surrounding decommissioning onto Rex. This causes some friction between the two of them, especially as things get more tense between the GAR and the Guard. Still, they both enjoyed the rare missions they got to serve together on Coruscant, although Rex did notice his brother getting more and more withdrawn as time went on.

Oh, and Fox also jokingly calls Rex “the CT” in conversation. It started as a way to put distance between them and keep himself detached when they were kids, but over time it became a term of endearment.

I also headcanon that Fox is the one Rex goes to for serious advice. Obviously he’s much closer with Cody, but Cody has a tendency to take on too much, to try and shield him or spare him. Fox is the opposite. He’s blunt and to the point with his advice, not because he doesn’t care, but precisely because he does. He doesn’t sugarcoat things because the way he sees it, the more information he gives you and the more straightforward he is with it, the better he’s preparing you. He’s evasive and uninvolved with people he doesn’t like, it’s a mark of affection if he’s actually forthright with you. Sometimes that’s exactly what Rex needs.

[minhmynchi]

oh yeah i might as well post this here

fic update yay its rly long sorry i yapped for like 18.3k words siffrin just gets some therapy

[drgnbnd]

x

it's not enough that the Light destroyed us all

[obsessivelollipoplalala]

Post-S2 Fic Promotion Time

Summary: After being punished in Heaven for being in love as angels, Aziraphale and Crowley spend the next 6,000 years pretending their relationship never happened. Rating: E Chapters: 6/? Tags: Pre-Fall, Angel Crowley, Crowley has Trauma from the Fall, Aziraphale and Crowley Through The Ages, Post-Season/Series 02, Anxious Aziraphale, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, Guilt, 6000 Years of Repression, Arguing, Crying, Rejection, Getting Back Together, First Time, Angst with a Happy Ending

As the summary says, this fic features Aziraphale and Crowley through the ages, with the important difference of each scene in the timeline (some from the show, some made up by me) being altered by their attempt to ignore their former romance in Heaven as angels, and Aziraphale blaming himself for Crowley's Fall :D It’s a lot of angst, especially with Aziraphale thinking his romantic feelings are dangerous for Crowley, but it’ll have a happy ending.

This is a WIP, but the next chapter will tackle the events of s1 (the bandstand...👀), so we're going to catch up to the Final Fifteen soon enough.

Read here, please and thank

[wetcatspellcaster]

New chapter uploaded! High level wizard shenanigans and [REDACTED] ensue!

[skitskatdacat63]

This is my personal crossover event of the century