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🎶 Composition of the Century (The Collab Masterlist!) 🎶

Hello, everyone! Welcome to the concert hall.

Take your seats and silence your phones, we have the genius Min Yoongi himself to celebrate on his thirtieth birthday!

Isi (@raplinesmoon), Ryen (@kithtaehyung) and Mars (@joheunsaram) are stoked to announce the masterlist for our second BTS 30 for 30 collab. For this collaboration, we have gathered 30 fantastic writers to showcase 30 musical pieces celebrating Yoongi's brilliant mind during his birth month.

🎼 All details/ratings of the upcoming lineup are under the cut. These fics are slated to go on tour by March 15th, so get ready to be moved (and don’t forget to come back and give them a listen!)

by the time i've figured out what it's worth (m) by @ugh-yoongi ⤷ Guitar 🤍 Yoongi x Reader(f) 🎶 est. relationship, marriage au | angst, smut

🎼 You used to find comfort in it—listening to those old songs, an aural timeline of your and Yoongi’s relationship. The shy sounds of falling in love, the tinkling of a ring in a dish, the inevitable crash and burn. All those songs aren’t so comforting anymore, when you’d do anything to keep him and Yoongi’s got one foot out the door.

🎧 Listen Here!

The Eternal Prince (13+) by @phenomenalgirl9 ⤷ Accordion 🤍 Yoongi x Reader(f) 🎶 fantasy, reincarnation au | action

🎼 Everyone heard of the Prince who got cursed to be a beast for being too proud of his beauty, ever heard of the Prince who got cursed to have a frozen heart because he was cold? But, only one thing can thaw the ice in his heart, love. And only one person can give it to him, Y/n, will he be able to save her this time round? This time round, will his heart thaw?

🎧 Listen Here!

Seductress In Satin (M) by @daimyosjeon ⤷ Songwriting 🤍 Songwriter!Yoongi x Reader(f) 🎶 est. relationship au | smut

🎼 Yoongi has been ignoring you for a couple of weeks now because of his work. Finally, it's time to step up your game.

Pull On My Heart Strings (13+) by @cutest-bunny-writings ⤷ Harp 🤍 Yoongi x Reader(f) 🎶 angst, fluff

🎼 You've been waiting for this show for so long. To see award winning harpist Min Yoongi perform live, in a front row seat! What could possibly go wrong?

🎧 Listen Here!

Please Linger (M) by @matchy6812 ⤷ Synrix 🤍 Musician!Yoongi x Reader(f) 🎶 fantasy au | humor, smut

🎼 After terrorizing the villagers with one too many pranks, you’ve been locked away in The Tower to atone for your petty crimes. As far as you know, The Tower is impenetrable. Nobody can get in, and nobody can get out. It seems you’ll never escape—until one night, a man named Yoongi barges in…

🎧 Listen Here!

Floating Chapels (17+) by @persephonesorchid ⤷ Chimes 🤍 Yoongi x Reader 🎶 regency au, strangers to lovers | angst, fluff

🎼 You open a music school for underprivileged youth and since the beginning, you've had an anonymous doner: they provide your students with instruments and general funding. One day, Duke Min presents himself and a grand offer for you and your students.

The Departure (M) by @sugalaritae ⤷ Double Bass 🤍 Classical Musician!Yoongi x Classical Musician!Jungkook 🎶 rivals to lovers, exes to lovers, romance | angst, light fluff, smut

🎼 It's been 5 years since Jungkook's seen Yoongi play live. 5 years since he was in the same room as Yoongi. 5 long years and so much has changed. Now, on the evening of what looks like Yoongi's last concert, Jungkook watches from the audience. Every finger movement reminds him of what it felt like to be touched. Every bow movement pulls out an old memory tucked away reminding him how intoxicating it was to play with Yoongi and oh! how he aches for a chance once again. Except he's ruined everything, and nothing will ever be the way it was. Especially Yoongi.

🎧 Listen Here!

unrequited love (& other clichés) (m) by @hot-soop ⤷ Cello 🤍 Cellist!Yoongi x Violinist!Reader(f) 🎶 non idol au, friends with benefits | angst, smut

🎼 Namjoon thinks it’s almost funny how both of you were dumped a year apart to the day. (It’s not.) While you’re partial to ignoring your problems, Namjoon likes to analyse. He cries a lot. Has an existential crisis. Starts talking about how suffering breeds creativity. Quotes a bunch of arseholes like Huxley and Lennon, and apparently the validation from a few long dead greats is all he needs to get the ball rolling. So sure, you’ll go along with it - because he’s your friend and you’re feeling numb to everything anyway. Namjoon needs a way to process his pain. But when his community orchestra project takes off and becomes something bigger than either of you expected, you think maybe the distraction is something of a blessing - especially when it brings Min Yoongi, someone you knew from before, someone who’s going through a heartbreak of his own.

all that we wouldn’t say (m) by @effortandmore ⤷ Producer 🤍 Yoongi x Namjoon 🎶 canon-divergent (post-disbandment), exes to lovers | angst, smut

🎼 If Yoongi told someone that letting go of BTS and Namjoon at the same time was hard, it would be a gross understatement. It was, in fact, the worst year or so of his life, but he’s managed to somehow move on. He’s had time, therapy, and lots of friends, family, and work to distract him. Things are good now—the best they’ve ever been, maybe. But Yoongi knows better than anyone that good things don’t always last, and that point is proven when Namjoon shows back up in his life out of nowhere with an album that needs producing and questions Yoongi doesn’t have the answers to.

harder, better, faster, stronger (m) by @the-boy-meets-evil ⤷ Synth 🤍 Synth Player!Yoongi x Reader(f) 🎶 non-idol au | fluff, smut, probably not angst

🎼 Yoongi had it all. He was part of one of the most famous musical acts on the world. Sold out shows, endless opportunities to collaborate, everything he'd wanted. And he had a great personal life free from all that since so few people knew what he actually looked like. Enter you, the new person he's head over heels for. Only one problem - you have no idea he's part of the group and don't seem particularly fond of them. Will he tell you what he actually does for a living or chicken out after hearing another of your rants?

moonlight sonata (m) by @sugarwithtea ⤷ Piano 🤍 Pianist!Yoongi x Reader(f) 🎶 enemies to lovers | angst, fluff, smut

🎼 Passion is a fickle thing. It is a feeling that drives you to success, but if lost -- you can turn as stagnant as a pond. Min Yoongi has always took pride in his passion, his skill, his art. But what happens when slowly the flame dies inside him? He returns back home, to the place where he had started to love music. But, you are there. The bane of his existence. You hate him like a sweltering flame, bigger than his passion for music. And you, are not so thrilled with the news of his return. What happens when you both inevitably cross paths and start a saga of hate and love?

🎧 Teaser!

가연 (Ga-yeon) (m) by @raplinesmoon ⤷ Bassoon 🤍 Restaurant Owner!Yoongi x Nurse!Reader 🎶 fake dating au | angst, fluff, smut

🎼 Your younger sister is getting married at the end of the summer, and while everyone else in your family rejoices, you’re stuck without a date and picking up extra shifts, your previous failures coming back to haunt you. The only comfort you can find is in the tiny hole-in-the-wall Korean place that seems to stay open all night, and its handsome owner Yoongi. But what happens when your circumstances force you to rope Yoongi into a crazy plan? Will the lines between you begin to blur, or will the events of the summer bring some much needed clarity to your otherwise murky life?

A Love Supreme (M) by @gimmethatagustd ⤷ Saxophone 🤍 Musician!Yoongi x Author!Reader 🎶 cruise ship au, strangers to lovers | light angst, fluff, humor, smut

🎼 After your most recently published novel miserably flops, shipping yourself off to sea on a three-week cruise without reliable internet or cell phone service sounds like a great way to run from your problems (and your editor). You don’t expect to find the cure for writer’s block at the cruise ship’s jazz club in the form of an uptight saxophone player.

Dissonance (M) by @sailoryooons ⤷ Clarinet 🤍 Musician!Yoongi x Musician!Reader 🎶 enemies to lovers, idiots to lovers | a little angst, smut

🎼 You have worked endlessly for everything in your life. Your scholarship, your high standing at Juilliard, and most certainly trying to afford an apartment in New York while chasing your dreams in the legendary halls of musical geniuses. And then there’s Min Yoongi, who works hard at nothing, who doesn’t care to study, and who shows up late to everything. After three years of dealing with him, you are determined to take first chair from him during your final semester at Juilliard. Even if it kills you.

Standing Right Here (M) by @sweetestofchaos ⤷ Keyboard 🤍 Business Management Major!Yoongi x Business Management Major!Reader 🎶 college au, friends to lovers | angst, fluff, light smut

🎼 As the youngest son of the Min family, Yoongi is forced to follow in his father's footsteps to help take care of the family business. Yoongi goes about his college life with his head down, keeping to himself but one encounter outside with a classmate changes Yoongi's view about his life. When Yoongi's father catches wind, Yoongi is giving an ultimatum that will change his life forever. Will he make the right call or be left standing alone?

🎧 Listen Here!

Insatiable (M) by @mincursedarokster ⤷ Janggu Drum 🤍 Actor!Yoongi x Actor!Jimin 🎶 romantic comedy, rivals to lovers | fluff, some smut

🎼 When Yoongi loses his top spot in a recent poll to Jimin, the last thing he expect was to find himself on set with the younger male and having to take him under his mentorship as they work together in period piece where Jimin is the vocalist to Yoongi's Janggu playing. Whilst everyone around him see’s Jimin as the perfect little angel, a doting mentee, Yoongi knows differently. Can Yoongi keep his sanity and his composure on set dealing with the insatiable appetite of the devilish angel?

Hexed (T) by @minisugakoobies ⤷ Oboe 🤍 Witch!Yoongi x Vampire!Seokjin 🎶 supernatural, enemies to lovers, witch au | fluff, humor

🎼 Ancient vampire Jin really has it all - fame, fortune, and undying good looks. His immortal life is perfect... or it would be, if it weren't for that annoying(ly handsome) witch Yoongi and his unearthly desire to make Jin's world an unliving hell.

The Song of Us (PG) by @seokra 🤍 Yoongi x Reader(f) 🎶 contemporary romance | fluff

🎼 What was supposed to be a simple cafe date, turns into a night of adventure in a world of music you’ve never experienced before.

Gold (M) by @yoongimingyu ⤷ Vocals (Singing) 🤍 Yoongi x Reader(f) 🎶 est. relationship | fluff, smut

🎼 One thing your boyfriend isn’t shy about is his musical talent. He puts words together in a way that completely convinces you that that’s how they were supposed to be all along – strung next to each other just like that. The fact that he knows it too… It's pretty hot, honestly. You know he enjoys getting to show off a little – sit you down, share what he’s been working on and watch you light up with pride. All of this only makes it especially intriguing when he gets suddenly bashful about his most recent songwriting development.

🎧 Listen Here!

A Change of Rhythm (PG) by @min-yumniverse ⤷ Trumbone 🤍 Yoongi x Musician!Reader 🎶 contemporary romance, hurt/comfort, comedy | slight angst, fluff

🎼 Music doesn’t feel as powerful as it once has. The notes on the keyboard feel boring, and uninteresting. The guitar and drums feel likewise. Each day feels like it’s littered with laziness and unamusement. Which means; it’s time for a change of rhythm.

🎧 Teaser! | 🎧 Listen Here!

all about that bass (m) by @augustbutwinter ⤷ Bass 🤍 Yoongi x Reader 🎶 band au | crack, fluff, light smut

🎼 Yoongi’s band tries to get their grumpy bassist laid. Little do they know he has a secret.

Time Out (M) by @bangtanintotheroom ⤷ Vocals (Rap) 🤍 Underground Rapper!Yoongi x Underground Rapper!Reader(f) 🎶 non-idol au, not-quite lovers | angst, fluff, smut

🎼 What you and Yoongi had going on now was a far cry from the days when the two of you would be at each other’s throats with lyrics that cut sharp as a knife. But lately, you’ve been pulling back, busy with something that you didn’t want to divulge to Yoongi just yet. And now, he can’t help but wonder if you want to go back to those old days...

Beat of my Heart (M) by @joonminshua ⤷ Tambourine 🤍 Yoongi x Afab!Reader 🎶 college au, band au, strangers to lovers | fluff, humor, smut

🎼 'How hard can it be to play the tambourine? You just shake it around and smack it and then you have music, right?' That’s what you think until you’re holding the instrument in your hand and it sounds nothing like the way it does when Min Yoongi, your college’s musical prodigy, plays it during band practice. When he reluctantly decides to help you practice, you start to notice just how serious he is about the unassuming percussion instrument. You also start to notice just how passionate, kind, and undeniably handsome he is. Needless to say, you didn’t intend on picking up a crush alongside your new hobby.

Counting Time (M) by @mrworldwideshoulders ⤷ Xylophone 🤍 Percussionist!Yoongi x Flutist!Reader 🎶 college au, enemies to lovers (or so she thinks) | fluff, eventual smut

🎼 Min Yoongi only cares about two things. One: keeping his parents off his back. Two: finishing college on time so he can spend one last summer playing gigs with his band before he has to start working and join the rat race. Faced with losing out on his summer plans over a missing course credit or joining concert band, a guaranteed easy A, the choice is obvious. He knows how to count the beats. He just never counted on you.

Muffled Tones (21+) by @nabiolive ⤷ Drums 🤍 Drummer!Yoongi x Groupie!Reader(f) 🎶 glam rock au, strangers to lovers | angst, fluff, smut

🎼 To Yoongi, all that mattered was sex, drugs, and rock & roll. Then you came along, and although he couldn't stop thinking about you, his priorities remained the same.

dearly bereft. (nc-17) by @rkivian ⤷ Flute 🤍 Flutist!Yoongi x Duchess!Reader 🎶 forbidden romance, exes au, suggestive | angst

🎼 dearly bereft, you should be aware by now, that your words are only a product of your silly little heads - that which is also stubborn... that which puts your drivenness to perilous use. alternatively, yoongi's audacious company is to blame for your failure of ending your repetitive endeavours.

Inconvenient (M) by @v-hope-mins ⤷ French Horn 🤍 Jazz Lounge Owner!Yoongi x Heiress!Reader 🎶 marriage of convenience, friends to lovers | fluff, smut

🎼 While on a family vacation, your father delivers his ultimatum. He wishes you to be married before taking over more responsibilities in your family’s hotel chains. Either you choose someone, or he puts forward his own suitor. He admits he already has a suitor in mind - Kim Seokjin. Feeling betrayed you walk out of the lunch. Your walk leads you to an old acquaintance, Min Yoongi. The two of you get to talking, your conversation leading you to make a decision. A marriage of convenience. Yoongi obviously thinks it's a bad idea, but you convince him. However, Yoongi proves to be too good of a husband, and suddenly your growing feelings become inconvenient. How are you supposed to survive in a marriage of convenience when you're falling for your husband?

beguiling melody (m) by @ressjeon ⤷ Gayageum 🤍 Vampire!Yoongi x Seamstress!Reader 🎶 romantic suspense, strangers to lovers, historical fantasy, 1800s au, voyage au

🎼 Secretly boarding the ship in hopes of finding a better life had not been easy. Even more so when you witness something that could have put your life in danger. but the ominous yet captivating stranger sparks your curiosity when he began targeting your greatest desires - making you question if his intentions are to solely ensure that you will keep his secret.

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adagio (pg-15, nc-17) by @lveclouds ⤷ Violin 🤍 Violinist!Yoongi x Princess!Reader 🎶 forbidden love, strangers to lovers | heavy angst, fluff

🎼 In which Queen Mara’s only heir falls for a gorgeous violinist with a mysterious and shrouded past.

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Lasting Melody (R) by @joheunsaram ⤷ Conductor 🤍 Conductor!Yoongi x Violinist!Reader 🎶 exes to lovers | angst, fluff, smut

🎼 The flowers blooming always reminded you of the spring you spent in the arms of your program’s recluse. The man who was too shy to even raise his hand in class but bold enough to ask for your number. With years spent apart and your fame making it harder to build any connections, you thought about him sitting at his piano composing a melody you played when life got too hard. The same melody echoing through the empty theatre you stumbled onto to hide from the rain.

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to zanarkand (m) by @kithtaehyung ⤷ DJ 🤍 Yoongi x DJ!Reader(f) 🎶 marriage au, childhood friends to lovers | angst, fluff, smut

🎼 Your best friend has explicitly entrusted you to be in charge of all the music for his wedding. Which means you get a back row seat to watch the love of your life walk down the aisle. To the song that brought you together in the first place.

Thank you to all the participants and everyone showing love! If you would like to be tagged in any of these fics, go ahead and comment on this post so the writers that do tag readers are made aware :D (Or you can definitely drop a sweet message in their inboxes and/or check if they have a taglist form!)

Lastly, let's give a huge round of applause for these wonderful artists👏 They're working hard on these pieces for Yoongi Day, and even a little bit of support goes a long way💕

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things-arent-what-they-seem66 · 5 months ago

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What if in the blind au, Emily is Adams little sister and Eve is their elder sister. This might get a bit messy! So I hope you understand!

Adam saved Eve when they were kids. Eve was sick and needed either a bone marrow transplantation and after liver transplantation. Acute cortical blindness has been reported occurring 5-47 days following bone marrow transplantation and after liver transplantation. Reversibility within few weeks after discontinuation of tacrolimus is generally observed. But let’s say Adam never regained his sight and instead it went the other way and became worse.

Eve literally fucks off. She gets her transplant, gets healthier, makes a ton of empty promises like graduating from the top university and getting a great paying job to take care of Adam. You see, Eve, Adam and Emily all were from a high-end family but they lost their parents in a horrific storm when they were little. All they have are trust funds that they will either gain access to though graduation or marriage.

Since Eve was sick and it looked like she wouldn’t get a doner, her trust fund was separated into Adam and Emily’s with the thought they would suppprt and take care of her. Doctors told them without the transplantation she’d die. However when Adam found out he was a match and did the transplant for her, he became very sickly - basically on deaths door. Eve promised Adam and Emily that if they gave her their trust funds, she’ll be able to make it through university and support them. They believed her and…she fucked off with the remaining money after graduating.

This left Emily to take care of Adam on her own. Adam did eventually turn around and become better but he remained blind. Emily becomes a social worker in hopes to earn enough to support then. Their grandparents (only loving relatives) cut them out after the death of their parents.

Eden was the first thing good to happen to them. The moment they gained a support dog, their luck began to turn around.

Lucifer might be a nurse but he comes from an even bigger and more higher ranked family then Adam and Emily. He might even know Eve and disliked her already - they met at a business function maybe? Lucifer loves medicine and has always wanted to be a nurse but his father thinks it is a side hobby and that one day Lucifer will take over their family company (worth thousands!!)

Holy shit I love this!

Fuck Eve, what the hell?

That is so damn sad, Adam just wanted to help his sister and she fucked both Adam and Emily over.

Adam being blind means he can't work and he collects disability. Emily has his home set up with braille and everything is voice activated.

Lucifer not liking Eve to start with a professional way, but when he finds out what she did to Adam? Oh boy.

Yes he loves medicine and takes his job seriously. This is however, the first time he's fallen in love with a patient.

Adam Doesn't trust him right away he doesn't want to be seen as weak even though he's blind. Or god forbid Lucifer turn out to be like his last nurse Steve.

#adamsapple #lucifer x adam #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #ask #blind au

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happyandticklish · 1 year ago

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Exposure Therapy

Notes: Commission for an anonymous doner~ I haven’t had an opportunity to write for these dorks before, so I appreciate you giving me one! The fic itself is set several years in the future, so they’re both around sixteen in this for clarity’s sake. Hope you all enjoy! ^^

Summary: Stan’s crush on Kyle ends up having unforeseen side effects in the form of a sudden and rapid obsession with tickling his best friend.

He wasn’t quite sure when it had become a problem, only that it had and that he needed to cut it out soon before he ended a nearly decade long friendship over this new weird obsession of his.

Kyle was ticklish. Obviously, Stan had known about this before. It was difficult not to notice it, in fact, as Cartman had made it his goal to antagonize the other with it for years of their childhood after he had found out. Back then it had just been another facet of Kyle’s being, nothing to pay too much mind to. It was just a piece of knowledge in the back of his brain.

Kyle was ticklish.

Then, they had gotten older and things had changed and that simple friendship had changed into what was most likely a very one-sided, and very repressed, crush. Stan wasn’t sure that anyone ever meant to fall for their best friend, but he really hadn’t. He hadn’t really become aware that that was what was happening until the two were partnered up in gym one day and Kyle had casually lifted up his shirt to wipe some sweat off of his forehead. It was a small amount of skin, skin that he had seen a thousand times before, skin that should not have made his heart skip a beat. So, from then on, he had worked as hard as he could to shove down the weird butterfly conservatory that had set up tent inside his stomach and force himself to be Stan Marsh, normal boy and best friend of Kyle.

For nearly a year, with the exceptions of a few minor hiccups, things went great inside that department. Or they did, all the way until Stan jokingly poked Kyle in the side one day and he flinched. And smiled. And nearly laughed.

And suddenly, the butterflies were inconsolable.

He told himself it meant nothing. He told himself it meant nothing when a week later he ‘accidentally’ squeezed Kyle’s knee a little too hard when he stood up. He told himself it meant nothing when friendly jostling kept turning into squeezes and pokes that had Kyle giggling out frantic protests. He told himself it meant nothing when Kyle would smile and Stan’s fingers would flex on the bed in a helpless reflex.

He told himself it meant nothing when Kyle seemed to somehow get tickled almost every time the two of them met up.

He was still telling himself it meant nothing when he went over to Kyle’s house that afternoon to read comics instead of doing the homework they had told their parents about.

“Oh. You’re early.”

Kyle was at the door, hair messy from sleep and eyes squinted slightly like they always did when he first woke up. Stan glanced down at him—he loved that he had to look down now, even if it annoyed Kyle to no end—and offered an apologetic smile. “Sorry. Mom kicked me out for the day, so I figured I’d just head over here early. Are you just waking up? You do know it’s 1pm, right?”

“You should be glad I’m even awake right now. I refuse to be up early in the summer if there are not life-threatening consequences at stake.”

“I count as a life-threatening consequence?”

“Close enough.”

Kyle grinned and the sight was enough to make Stan squeeze the strap of his backpack. He pushed quickly into the house before Kyle could notice his effect on the other. “So, I stopped down at Main St. on the way over to grab some of the newer editions that just dropped. Admittedly, most of them are just reprints, but there’s a couple new titles.”

“What’s the point of getting the reprints if we already have them?”

“Well, the cover art is new, and I’ve heard there’s bonus epilogues at the ends of some of them.”

“Oh, well, if it’s bonus epilogues, I guess I see your point. I rescind my earlier doubt and furthermore will trust in the future excitement of this endeavor.”

Stan frowned. Kyle’s sarcastic attitude had been a staple of his character since he was a kid, but going through puberty had seemed to amplify it somehow. Which was fine if a bit annoying along with his ever-constant cynicism, but Stan could never help feeling slightly offended when it was directed towards himself.

Kyle must have noticed the expression on his face, because he softened a little and nudged past Stan with a smile. “Well, don’t just stand there, let’s look over them. Might as well after you spent so much money on them instead of saving for that car your mom’s always ranting about.”

The subject of the car had quickly become a new factor in Stan’s life, an addition he was less than thrilled about. It made him far too aware that he was sixteen and therefore two years away from college and therefore six years away from the rest of his life.

Stan rolled his eyes but followed the other, trying not to think about being alone in a room with his best friend—trying to keep his hands shoved deep in his pockets where they needed to stay for the afternoon.

Kyle’s room had evolved over the many years Stan had known him. Hungrily collected figurines and a variety of scattered textbooks became replaced by movie posters and memorabilia that in turn got replaced by band photos and useless knickknacks hidden precariously throughout the room. To call it clean would be lying, but it wasn’t messy in the typical high school boy way that Stan’s was. It was almost like there was too much of Kyle to fit into the small space and as such his room was bursting at the seams. Journals were laid open on desks, half-empty water bottles were shoved into various crevices, and amongst the Rubik’s Cubes and comics was a detailed runic sword in the corner from when he had first delved into LARP-ing.

Not to mention, Kyle’s presence lingered so heavily in the room that it was nearly overwhelming at times. Stan sat carefully down on the bed as they delved into the various comic books, reminding himself that friends don’t get weird about being in other friend’s rooms for a simple hangout. Kyle was still in his pajamas too and his movements were heavy from exhaustion as he flopped down on the bed next to Stan. He seemed perfectly relaxed. Stan desperately wished he could share in that sentiment.

For the first hour or so, things seemed fine. The reprints were as uninteresting as suspected, but Kyle made up for it by dramatically reading along to the sections they had practically memorized by that point. Stan made fun of him at first but after a while it was hard to resist joining in. The two switched out parts as they went, but Kyle grew impatient and kept skipping ahead and leaving Stan out entirely.

Which, of course, obviously had to be retaliated.

Kyle’s words stumbled into a yelp when a finger jabbed into his side, his smug grin scrambling into something more helpless. The way he was laying made it difficult to bring his arms down, so he settled on swatting uselessly at Stan’s arm with huffed protests.

“Stan, c-cut it out!”

“Stop interrupting me and I’ll consider it.”

Kyle managed to roll over on his side, curling away from Stan and effectively blocking the tickling for a moment. Stan’s hands were drawn back already in retreat, even though everything in him longed to tease the strip of skin that had been revealed after Kyle’s shirt had rucked up. Kyle grumbled, his elbow darting in to rub away the leftover sensation. “Why is it always tickling with you nowadays?”

It was an innocent enough question and perfectly reasonable at that. Still, Stan’s heart kicked into high gear at the mention of his newest obsession. He scoffed, ignoring the red quickly covering his face. “It’s not my fault you’re so ticklish, I wasn’t even trying to that time. Besides, what’s so bad about it anyway?”

An incredulous noise came from Kyle’s curled form. “Besides everything?”

“Kyle.”

“I don’t know. It’s annoying. And… weird. I just feel so helpless, y’know? I hate that I’m so susceptible to it, especially since you apparently grew out of it since we were ten.”

Stan had not, in fact, grown out of it, but he had gotten better at resisting it. Not that he decided to mention that now. He grabbed Kyle’s side gently and rolled him back over, making sure to keep his hand flat and entirely untickly despite the familiar impulse rearing its ugly head. Stan’s insistent eyes bored into Kyle’s reluctant ones until his look of annoyance became flush with a nervous awkwardness.

“What? What’s that look for?”

“What if you let me tickle you?”

The words seemed to fly out in a breathless rush as Stan said them, and the way Kyle’s eyebrows shot up at the inquiry made him want to shove them right back in his mouth. Instead, he pushed forward before Kyle could disown him as a friend forever. “You said you hate that it makes you feel helpless. What if I tickled you, gently, to show you that I’ll stop whenever you ask me to.”

Kyle’s eyes darted down to the hand on his hip and back up. “And why would I do that?”

Stan shrugged. “Exposure therapy? Resistance training? A way to pass the time?”

Seconds ticked by in agonizing silence as Stan felt the very foundations of their friendship crumble under him. Any second now, Kyle would realize that no normal best friend of over five years would ask their other best friend of over five years if they could tickle them which would of course lead to the realization that something else was at play here. Following that, Kyle would shove him off in disgust, demand that he leave his house, and force Stan to kick himself for months after for making such a stupid mistake.

And then…

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay. But only for five minutes.”

“Ten.”

“What? No way!”

“You can’t gain any benefits from exposure therapy in five minutes!”

Kyle sized up him up, but evidently decided that he didn’t know enough about the subject to counter the point. “Fine. But only ten, and you have to stop if I ask you to.”

Stan’s grin was blinding as he agreed. “Deal.”

Several beats of awkward rearrangement later, Kyle found himself splayed out on the bed with his arms stationed hesitantly over his head. At some point he had shifted and his shirt had ridden up, a situation Kyle had not yet rectified. Probably because it would be an inconvenience. Possibly because he wanted Stan to take advantage of that. Realistically because he hadn’t noticed.

The slip of skin held Stan’s attention as he settled in next to Kyle, trying to disguise his excitement as determination. “Alright, so the only rules are that you can’t physically stop me and that you have to at least try to withstand it. It’s cheating if you just give in right away.”

Kyle rolled his eyes but nodded. “Yeah, sure, fine. But if I do say to stop, you have to. And you have to be gentle with it—I’m pretty sure exposure therapy is supposed to be subtle. Not that this is even close to that considering I don’t have a goddamn tickling phobia, but I digress.”

“Are you sure?” Stan quirked a brow. “You know gentle can be worse sometimes, right? Especially considering how ticklish—”

“Gentle’s fine,” Kyle interrupted quickly. If Stan wasn’t mistaken, there was a hint of red overtaking his features. “Just get on with it already, everyone knows that the anticipation’s the worst part.”

“Well, in that case, maybe we should—”

“Stan.”

“Fine, fine, let me set the timer.”

Stan messed around with Kyle’s alarm clock for a bit (superhero themed despite his teenage years, which should’ve been dorky but was somehow cute anyway), before assessing the situation at hand.

For as much as Kyle’s ticklishness had been cropping up in Stan’s life, each moment had been brief and rushed due to the scuffle that would arise from it. As such, Stan had never had a proper chance to explore the full depth of Kyle’s sensitivity—he wasn’t even sure where he should start. It was weirdly daunting to tickle someone with their permission and Stan hadn’t thoroughly prepared himself for the pressure it would bring. Where was a normal place to tickle? The sides? And what if he wasn’t ticklish there and they both just had to sit in the awkward silence that ensued?

“Well?” Kyle’s antsy voice cut through his thoughts. “Timer’s ticking, man. Look, if you’re trying to rile me up, I really don’t appreciate—”

“I know, I know, I’m just planning, alright?”

Nervously, Stan set his hands down on Kyle’s sides. He had jumped earlier at the poke, and in the past that general area had worked. Kyle inhaled slightly, shifting as he gripped his bedframe tighter. Good signs. He wiggled his fingers almost clinically over his shirt, more acting out the motions of tickling than doing it. A grin flitted over Kyle’s features, his eyes scrunching shut as he fought to resist the sensations, which seemed like a positive response. Feeling a tad more confident, Stan’s fingers spidered curiously up and around the area in haphazard loops.

He hadn’t told Kyle, but outside of the bullshit he had fed Kyle’s and his own odd cravings, he was hoping to use the experience to sus out where and how ticklish Kyle really was. Mostly for strategic reasons, but also to satiate a growing curiosity inside him. There was something so oddly thrilling about looking at someone, seeing a part of them, and knowing that a simple poke of the finger would make them crumple. Or maybe it was only thrilling with Kyle. Stan hadn’t quite worked out yet whether this was a tickling thing or a Kyle thing or both. For now, he was content to go along with his impulses, especially when given an opportunity as tempting as this.

The giggles had begun, a quiet, stuttered stream of them that Kyle kept attempting to hold back like they were a bad case of the hiccups. The muscles in his arms twitched as Stan kept tickling, begging him to let them block this.

“Tickle?” Stan teased, unable to help himself. Kyle’s eyes snapped open into a glare, but it was a weak one when combined with the flustered expression taking over the rest of his face. Stan held his gaze for a few, electrifying seconds before Kyle averted it. “It’s okay if it does, you know. Everyone’s ticklish. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Y-Yes it ihis,” Kyle gritted out, forcing the words into something comprehensible between all his laughter. “It’s fucking m-mortifying.”

“I don’t find it mortifying.”

“You’re n-not the one being tihihickled—shit, can you fucking move?”

“Oh.” Stan glanced down at his hands, dancing freely over the same spot on Kyle’s sides—a spot that had him fidgeting and squirming like mad on the bed. “The sides, huh? Well, maybe we should stay here then, if this is such a bad spot. That way you’ll quicken your resistance training.”

Kyle let out an indignant strangled sound, fighting through another fit of giggles before he could respond. “It’s nohohot the wohohorst spot!”

“So somewhere else is then?”

“Noho!”

“Well, it can hardly be both, Kyle. So you better start suggesting places or I’ll have to choose for you. Like… what about here?” Stan teasingly crawled his hands up his sides and onto his ribs, allowing his nails to curl around their edges. “Better?”

Kyle did not respond due to the influx of laughter that had just taken him over, but based off the frantic, panicked thrashing the move had induced, Stan assumed it was a safe bet to make. Petty remarks had transformed into a series of nononono’s as Kyle shook his head in protest.

“So, this is your worst spot!”

“No—no, god, s-sHIT, fuhuhuck, c-cut it out!”

“Really?” Stan’s eyebrows shot up. “You seem pretty ticklish here, I don’t know.”

Kyle attempted a growl, but it merely collapsed into a pitched giggle a couple moments later. “S-sure, whahahatever man! J-Just lighten uhuhup!”

“I have lightened up man, I don’t think I can be gentler.”

“Well, it tihihickles!”

“Clearly,” Stan agreed, trying to ignore the way his heart skipped a beat at the other’s confirmation. “I mean, this is kind of sad to watch. This really shouldn’t tickle that much, I’m barely touching you.”

Kyle groaned, hiding his red face in the crook of his arm. “Oh my god, shuhuhut up!”

“No, seriously, watching you is making me feel nervous.” It wasn’t entirely just a tease either. Watching Kyle squirm, fingers tightening and loosening on the bed, feet kicking like mad and digging into the mattress, red crawling over his skin like a descending sunset as frantic giggles took him over—it was hard to observe without feeling a little squirmy yourself. It almost made Stan feel bad enough to stop. Almost. “Which is why it is definitely necessary for me to find your worst spot if this is how much you’re reacting from this alone.”

“Maybe I don’t h-hahahve a wohohorst spot!”

A lie, definitely. “Maybe. But you wouldn’t be so desperate right now if you didn’t. So, you can either tell me now, or I can find it.”

Kyle let out a sound that was somewhere between a whine and a groan that twisted something traitorously in Stan’s stomach. “Why i-is thihis relehevant?”

It wasn’t, really, but now that Stan basically had it confirmed that there was somewhere worse than this, somewhere that would truly drive him insane, he couldn’t just let things go there. “Resistance training, remember? And since you’re not offering up any ideas, I guess it’s on me to go exploring.”

And exploring he went. Nine minutes of exploring every ticklish spot he could find, nine minutes of Kyle still not stopping him in either an insane act of stubbornness or a subtle admittance of something, nine minutes of hearing Kyle let out every squeak, squeal, giggle, snort, and wheeze known to mankind before he finally found it. It wasn’t even on purpose either. A simple grab of the leg to readjust and Kyle’s arms were shooting down to shove him off, anticipatory giggles and protests already falling off of his lips.

The two locked eyes for a brief moment as Kyle sat up, staring down at Kyle’s knee and Stan’s hand that had clearly been knocked off.

“Oh—”

“No.”

“I see—”

“Stan, seriously, fuck off, it’s nothing.”

“So that’s it—”

“Stan, I will knee you so fucking hard, don’t you dare—”

“Fine, fine,” Stan held up his hands in defeat, unable to help his own amused grin at Kyle’s desperation. “I’ll let it go, even though you technically didn’t finish your full time. But only because you look like you’re actually going to kill me and I want to live through this afternoon.”

Kyle eyed him skeptically for a moment, assessing the truthfulness of the statement. His knees were protectively tucked under himself and Stan felt his fingers flex anxiously by his side.

"Alright," Kyle said, after a reluctant beat. "Thanks. I still think that whole thing was pointless, but I'm willing to admit that it was nice to have someone actually stop when asked."

"So, theoretically, you would be down to get tickled if I just listened to—"

"Don't push it."

And even though Kyle didn’t untense for the rest of that night, Stan kept true to his word. Primarily because of what he had said, but also because a knot had begun tying itself in Stan’s stomach throughout those nine minutes that had grown to such a size that Stan didn’t feel like he could try anything without either throwing up or admitting to something, neither of which were desirable options.

Because unfortunately, he had a feeling this was probably both a Kyle thing and a tickling thing. Which meant only one thing.

Stan was fucked.

#tickle fic #south park #kyle broflovski #commission #commissions #stan marsh #style #tickling #fanfiction

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sighonaraa · 7 months ago

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🌹🌹 I don’t know where the ask game is. But if you’re asking for roses, you get roses!!

(And if you were not asking that and I misread bc I am squinting at this half-asleep in my bed. Well, then, please feel free to ignore 😂😅)

i am absolutely always asking for roses THANK YOU MY LOVE!!!! here's a bit from far, far, far down the line in the sun is only a God if you learn to starve (thinking about. the amsterdam of it all):

They’re sitting in the fucking kebab restaurant, of all the stupid places to have any conversation much less this one, when Jamie abruptly puts his pita back on his plate and says, “D’you want something from me, Coach?” Roy pauses, half of a Doner kebab hanging out of his mouth, and says, “The fuck?” “D’you want something from me?” Jamie repeats. It sounds almost rehearsed, every word molded into shape, his hands tucked beneath the table. Like they’re at an interview. Like they’re at an interview in the middle of Roy’s fucking synagogue. It’s jarring, not least because it had all been going so well. Jamie’s been better, lately. Less of a ghost. “’Cause I’ll do it. I just want to know, in case.” “In case of what?” Roy says, afraid of the answer though he’s not sure why. Belatedly, he pulls the kebab out from between his teeth and sets it onto the plate. The buttery rub of spices feels suddenly viscous in his mouth: bloody, tacky. He can’t swallow it away. “I don’t want anything from you, except for you to finish your fucking pita. Hus will be insulted if you leave it like that.” Jamie doesn’t seem to care very much for Hus’s feelings on the matter. He’s single-minded, focused with a sort of intent that Roy rarely sees on him outside of the pitch. “You’ve been… nicer,” he says after a pause. Usually when Jamie talks he’s fidgety, constantly looking over the other person’s shoulder. But now he’s meeting Roy’s eyes directly, as if he’s daring him to attack. As if he knows it’s coming anyway and is getting ahead of it so that he can run. “Like, to me, you’ve been nicer. So I were wondering what’s the catch.” “There is no catch,” says Roy. It’s flimsy, but he’s on autopilot, mouth issuing statements before his heart can intervene. What he wants to say is: I’m being nice to you because you fucking deserve it, because you’re my player, because I love you and want you to be okay. What he says instead is, “Why the fuck are you asking me this, Jamie?” “Dunno,” Jamie says, evasively. “Just, usually there’s a catch.”

#ask #sophrosyneadrift #thank youuu for the roses MWAH <3 #sid speaks #jsut.............. jamie's assumption that he's not deserving of love unless he's done something to earn it. just..... smth smth #fic: the sun is only a God if you learn to starve

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sunnylolli · 1 year ago

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I came across your punk Arthur dad au where Al was having a bad day and I'd be really interested to know your headcanons of punk Arthur as a dad if you have any. I cant remember if that art came from a human au or not but I vibe so hard with the idea of human punk Arthur just raising his kid y'know? btw I wanna eat your art style its so good

Boy do I ever!!!

It is indeed a human au and it does have FrUk, but I focus more on Arthur and Alfred as their own little family-

Arthur is a young single dad. And I mean he's young as in he's just shy of 18 when Alfred is born and he's just turned 19 when Alfred is made his sole responsability.

Arthur needs to stop doing gigs and needs to put a pin in his entire social life because most of his 'friends' are really only friends with him because they go out drinking together and go to concerts, y'know?So by withdrawing from that for Alfred's sake, Arthur kind of ends up only really having Gilbert around, because Gilbert isn't really that easy a person to get rid of.

(Putting a read more because I go nuts beneath here, it seems)

- Arthur as a punk dad would obviously end up having a very different grown up Alfred than we got in canon- A very left leaning Alfred.

But I see him bringing Alfred to things still, but he doesn't bring him to places with too many people or music that is way too loud because 1. he's worried someone will come snatch Alfred from him and 2. he doesn't want to ruin his hearing.

He brings him to protests though, with earbuds. And 1970s Britain, it's not like those are lacking in any capacity. So we have Alfred sitting on Arthur's shoulders in a way too large band t-shirt, his hair messed up and having the time of his life in the sea of people protesting worker's rights.

And then he'll leave Alfred with Gilbert a few hours every day while he runs around trying to find a job! Which he eventually does and starts gradually making an attempt to make a savings fund for Alfred.

But it doesn't change the fact they're poor.

But they live in a flat, they own a vacuum and a kitchen, they have running water and they eat doner kebab at least a few times a month. And when Alfred starts school, Arthur starts uni in hopes of getting himself a more well-paying job, Alfred and Matthew get the same uniform as everybody else does.

So yeah, they're poor, but it could definitely be worse.

Arthur doesn't push ideology on either Alfred nor Matthew (When he enters into the picture), he doesn't tell them what to think, but he expresses his own beliefs and asks them things that can get them to think for themselves such as:

"If you were in their shoes, how would you feel about [x,y,z.]." And "Alright, then how would you like [xyz] to be different?"

Like he's very democratic in his parenting and he believes very firmly that good people aren't born, they're made. And while he doesn't have many expectations set in stone for either of them, he does expect them to do their best at things that they like doing and he does expect them to be good people.

Arthur is genuinely interested in who Al and Mat will grow up to be, the scene where he lies on the floor with Alfred is a reflection of that, in how he speaks to Alfred like a person rather than to a child-

(Because when soeaking to children it's important to remember they are just as much a person deserving of respect and recognition as any other person is and they do not owe you shit just because they happen to be a child. They do not owe you respect, if you cannot show them any.)

And also! In this au, Arthur simply is a good dad; Because I have started studying and I love projecting things I learn onto him and have him utilize my knowledge.

Punk Dad Arthur is the healthiest Arthur that exists within the Sunny sphere.

#hetalia #ask #hetalia ask #hetalia england #hws england #hetalia headcanons #hetalia america #hws america #Punk Dad Arthur #Punk dad au #(?) was that what I called it?#anyway #Thank you for bringing him up again I forgot entirely how much I loved him #Also don't mind the crossed out bit I've just seen so many parents talk about disrespectful children #While also not respecting their kid in any way because 'They're the child and I'm the adult'#Shut up #Just #God #Sorry I'm riling myself up

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princess-of-the-corner · 7 months ago

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And Yet More Random Fanfic Quotes!

: )

IcyThotPainRelief: Remember Zuku murder is illegal

Izuwu: Ur one to talk!

IcyThotPainRelief: Look if im not allowed to ruin my reputation neither are u! we either go down together or not at all bitch!

Mom-o: Hagakura! That is highly inappropriate! Even if he does sound like an unsavory individual, we still don’t know how Midoriya feels about the whole situation! So, it’s best not to assume his feelings on the subject.

Izuwu: Well he’s dead to me so technically u guys arnt wrong the bastered can rot in hell for all the heart ach he gave my mom!

Mom-o: Oh okay, carry on you guys.

SharkBoi: Am i gunna need to bail my boyfriend out of jail?

WeepingDarkness669: Thats only if he gets caught

Pikachu: Bold of u to assume our dear Kacchan knows anything about keeping things lowkey when it comes to acts of violence

Tired™: Dont be dragging me into u guys is shit! I was a happy little introvert chilling on my own until u guys showed up!

IcyThotPainRelief: U should of thought of that before spilling ur entire traumatic backstory within a 5 mile radius of Izuku “I will save people with the power of friendship” Midoriya

Izuwu: So as auntie Mitsuki is beating my dead-beat dad with her shoe and guess who decided to show up out ow fuckin nowhere?

Pikachu: The pizza delivery guy?

WeepingDarkness: Death itself?

DisneyPrincess: The cops?

AlienQween: *gestured with feeling* Aliens?

SugarDaddy: The League of Villains?

Hentai: Jesus fucking chist guys…

Izuwu: ALL MIGHT!!!

Izuwu: With like?? a bouquet of flowers?? and in a blazer?? Cuz like apparently hes going out with my mom??

IcyThotPainRelief: I FUSKING KNWE IT!!!

Izuwu: Still not his secret love child Sho!

Izuwu: So anyways All Might is there and is all like “what’s going on” and Kacchan goes “we’re beating up Deku’s shitty dad” then All Might said “wait he’s alive??”

DefyingGravity: Deku’s useless Y chromosome user: quit telling everyone im dead!

DefyingGravity: Us: sometimes i can still hear his voice

Izuwu: SO ANYWAYS

Izuwu: Auntie finally stops beating up my father because she too is really surprised to see All Might at our door step which now allows my sperm doner to finally be aware of his surroundings and he looks up at All Might and goes “who the hell are u and what do u want?” and then All Might looks this man dead in the eye and fuking goes “Im here to pick up ur wife we have dinner reservations!”

Izuwu: I THOUGHT WE WERW FRIENDS IIDA!!

Saaanic: We are and it is my job to tell you that your entire existence is being held together by sticky tape, a lot of prayer, and spite.

WAKEMEUPwakemeupinside: you ever think about how we define sandwichs by the inside of them not the outside

WAKEMEUPwakemeupinside: like you never say “oh i gotta wheat bread sandwich”

“You’re worth a hundred of them,” Todoroki said shortly.

“I disagree,” Iida said dryly. “A hundred of any of them would make poor company.”

LabSafety101: she’s surprisingly subdued rn, I actually convinced her to take a nap

Dadzawa: that’s because she worked for 72 hours straight with minimal caffeine

LabSafety101: hey chiyo

GrannyChiyo: if she’s already asleep I can’t do anything

LabSafety101: yeah but can you make sure she’s not about to die in her sleep

Yamadad: the boys made sure she ate, dw

LabSafety101: was it healthy?

Yamadad: idk but it was food!

UncleGun: I know for a fact that basically every kid in school at least knows half the common swear words

UncleGun: but it’s also really fun to say “dagnabbit”

“Alright. I didn’t ask you to get your hero costumes because today you will all be fighting Shinsou.”

The whole class raised their eyebrows. Shinsou tried his hardest not to scream inside though.

Because, what the fuck?

“Uh, sir. That doesn’t seem very fair,” Momo spoke up.

“Yes I know.” Aizawa nodded, “Also, none of you are allowed to use your quirks. Except him, obviously.”

“Why!” Bakugou shouted, “I wanna beat him nice and fair!”

Aizawa was not fazed. “You all know how Shinsou’s quirk works. Once you respond to him, he can make you do anything. That is all. Is that too hard for you?”

The class frowned. Was that a trick question?

Aizawa nodded, and made to sit down. Shinsou stopped him, speaking quietly, “I… I think you’re overestimating my power, here.”

Aizawa just scoffed, “I think you’re underestimating their stupidity.”

[…]

After five minutes, there were only three students in front of him. Kouda, because he didn’t talk anyway, Ojirou, because he had actually learned his lesson at the sports festival, and Sero, who had literally taped his mouth shut.

Aizawa walked towards them and stood next to Shinsou. The ones at the wall, looked at him in varying degrees, of shame and disbelief.

The teacher sighed, “All you had to do was not talk.” He shook his head at them, “That’s all you had to do.”

Pro Hero Hawks: So you’ll get to meet all kinds of heroes! Maybe even All Might!

Pro Hero Hawks: Yes, this is naked bribery.

“Young Midoriya is quite the hero fan, isn’t he?”

“He’s not just a fan, Yagi-san, he’s not just an air conditioner either: Midoriya-kun is an entire HVAC system.”

“Gentlemen, I am here, with some brand new handcuffs! Who would like to try them on first?”

Izuku, despite his professionalism as an analyst, despite his commitment to be a hero, still found that teenage urge to throw his head back and groan at the prospect of something that could be seen as a boring, pointless task. He fought the feeling down, self-control pinning it to the ground and discipline clubbing it with a half-brick in a sock before dragging it back into the depths of his mind, and then assumed a low stance.

Mirko’s kicks were well known for breaking bones.

Coincidentally, high schoolers tended to have bones.

I AM CACKLING I LOVE THIS

#submission

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evita-shelby · 9 months ago

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National Anthem

Chapter 9

Cw: use of ethnic slurs, casual anti-romani racism, anglophobia, cheating, fertility issues, offscreen suicide, cuckolding/old timey version of using a sperm doner , and drama.

Taglist: @thegreatdragonfruta @zablife @call-sign-shark

June 1922

They go out to town, to some investors party standing for her company and his investment firm. Dressed to kill and walking in here like the sun orbited around them.

None of these English twats could hold a candle to them.

Paris had been fun, surrounded by eccentric rich fucks and exiles who Eva personally knew. Then when she came face to face with the girl who tried to kill her when they were sixteen, the witch proved she was as terrible as him.

The Witch smiled viciously as she settled on her next prey as they came face to face with Grace and the gangster Grace compared him too.

What’s her face had not died, but looked ready to croak once Evie was done with her. Jack cannot wait to see how she destroys the ungrateful broad who’d made moves on him while Eva tried her best to shove her onto Carrie’s group of sycophants despite Caroline hating her too.

“Dear me, does your husband know you’re back to your old habits, Mrs. Macmillan?” Eva wastes no time in embarrassing the married woman on the arm of a man who was not boring old Clive.

“You sounded taller in her stories of you, Mr. Shelby.” Jack looks down on the gypsy on the arm of the blonde who’d spent a year trying to snap up any blue blood that came near her.

He had known her type the moment he saw her, bored rich girl who only wants a man once he’s got enough cash to afford her.

Having been so curious about the man Grace sent letters too even after she married, they’d dug up everything you needed to know about Shelby and his family.

Thomas Shelby had taken longer than Jack to get where he was, but Tommy didn’t have the benefit of a man willing to teach him his tricks like a father would. But now that Shelby Brothers Limited was rising to the level of wealth Grace thinks she deserves, Tomm Shelby was being romanced in that cool way of hers.

The kind that makes you believe you are doing everything, and she is naturally coming to love you. Just like she did with Clive and this fool with her.

“Thomas, these are Mr. and Mrs. Jack Nelson. Friends of mine from New York.” She says pretending she’s not prey caught in the quarry.

“Friends of her husband.” He corrects letting him know how little they cared for the blonde who’s smiles tightly with eyes betraying the embarrassment she feels. “My wife and I were relieved when she handed in her resignation. She was my secretary at my Wall Street Office before my Evie caught on to her tricks, did she tell you that?”

If Eva’s game, they could destroy this relationship to make this boring party worth getting dressed for.

“Never heard of you, I admit, Mr. Nelson.” The shorter man admitted. He kept a cool head; one he’d gained from surviving France and everything that made people like them rise out from the muck they were born in.

Grace was a trophy, a ticket to the society that hates them, just like Eva had been. The only difference is that Jack can trust and love Eva to her bones and Tommy only loves the surface he sees because he thinks he can ignore the smell of the rot underneath the shiny surface as long as he does.

He knows all that because deep down he and this miserable fool are the same. Only difference Jack knows to vet his women before sticking it in them.

“Not surprised, Gracie here has a habit of keeping too many of them. Did you know their doctor suggested the MacMillan's find a man to make the baby and she agreed to it?” They had dinner with them a few days ago, Jack had learned that from Clive when they went out on the balcony to smoke.

Grace’s move is to deny everything, but Shelby is smart enough to see through it.

“Pray the boy takes after her, the MacMillans really hate Romani people, especially anyone related to Arthur Shelby. Your father relieved them of two hundred thousand dollars, or was it three hundred, Jack?” the witch continues grinding the blonde underneath her heel and leaving the best part unsaid, she’d seen her death.

A month after marrying the man of her dreams, she will die. A curse placed on her by Tommy Shelby’s own auntie to keep lovely Grace Burgess away from her family.

“Tell Clive we’re still on for brunch at our place before the Derby.” Jack said with a shark-like smirk and a condescending pat on Shelby’s shoulder. “Use a rubber, Shelby, the last thing you want is to get gipped.”

Her marriage to Jack has given new life to her mean streak.

Eva had struggled not being a bit mean or petty ever since she learned what fun it was to be an asshole to people she dislikes or tries any shit with her.

Grace was pretty prey, a little blonde mouse she and Jack toy with and discard for no other reason than just disliking her.

It was just something in her aura, this sense of entitlement, this innocence she claims when the people she hurts do not count as people to her, and now thinking she can have her cake and eat it too.

“We saw your darling Grace at the party last night, did she tell you?” Eva wastes no time in ruining the morning.

“Can’t be, she was at her aunt’s place for supper.” Clive answers thinking surely Eva is making a mean joke. She’s never been subtle in her dislike of her, warned him about the man she sent letters to behind his back when he went through with the wedding.

“Clive, I was hoping to do this somewhere private, but---” Jack dropped his napkin and gave her a look for making them do this now.

He wanted to preserve some of Clive’s dignity, but Eva craved chaos and destruction and seeing the woman who the universe predestined she loathe no matter what be publicly humiliated.

Maybe it was because she tried to seduce Jack away from her because she didn’t see Eva as her equal for being Mexican. Yes, it must be that, Eva hates bigots and bootlickers and Gracie was everything she loathed in a person wrapped in pretty designer clothes.

“Tell me they’re lying, that you haven’t been with that tinker you send letters to, tell me, Grace, tell me you aren’t the whore my mother thinks you are?!” Clive doesn’t shout and yet his voice is shaking and angry enough to carry throughout the café.

“Clive, I---” the blonde cannot lie, not when Tommy Shelby’s bastard grows in her womb.

She was pregnant, about five or six weeks. Got pregnant from the many times she went to the house of the woman whose husband she had imprisoned for being a Jew and a communist.

Six weeks ago, when the doctor’s fertility treatments for her began. She had wanted a child, just not with Clive. She wanted the love of the man she had in 1919, not Clive.

Tommy Shelby hadn’t wanted to continue this affair; she’d heard of May Carleton. May who trains his horse and was sweet on according to other guests she made them speak to.

It had been fun to see her learn that Shelby wasn’t hers anymore.

And now Eva was a giddy as child knowing Grace would never set foot near her ever again. Even better that when she dies in 1924, she will die knowing those who wrong Eva Nelson never live happily ever after.

“I’m sorry, Clive, I love him and I’m having his baby.” Grace admits the truth for once in her miserable life and all hell breaks loose.

Clive is found dead with Grace’s gun in his hand.

“Did you have to do that, I told you Clive was a weak man.” Jack asks as they meet the woman who cursed Grace Shelby and reveal the sordid affair her nephew’s been having with her.

Fine woman, just murdered her rapist and now enjoys her victory the way it deserves.

“She was going to tell him and make him kill himself anyways, I assumed she’d have her gun in her handbag like any sensible woman would.” Eva answered as she enjoyed the bubbly champagne, courtesy of Polly Gray.

Grace may have not shot Clive MacMillan in this timeline, but her killing him is something that will always happen. Just like her being shot a month or so after her wedding and just like Tommy Shelby destroying everything and everyone around him because he refused to let go of the Dulcinea he created in his head in 1919.

A shame it must go this way, but it has to. Don Quixote only regained his sanity once the fantasy brought him to his death.

A/N:Canon!Jack is racist full stop, here its more of a facade he puts on to keep his reputation of asshole you don't want to fuck with and mainly doing it to get ubder Tommy’s skin hence the heavy use of slurs

#eva nelson #national anthem fic #jack x eva #jack nelson x oc #jack nelson x eva smith

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crossroads-of-the-raven · 12 days ago

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By Blue Eyes, Yellow Will Die - Prologue: A Murder Drones story

Drones, like humans, don't often remember their early years; however, when you've been stuck in the body of a pill and stagnant in age development, you tend to remember more then most. Beau knows his memory isn't the best, dispite being twenty come summer, he's at worst the mental equivalent of a kid, at best the mental equivalent of an advanced kid due to not being allowed to grow up. Trauma certainly didn't help - or maybe it did, afterall don't you tend to remember the bad better than the good - but, surprisingly, his earliest memory is actually his first.

He remembers a drone man screaming, he remembers a drone woman crying, he remembers that same woman holding him close almost shielding him and rocking back and forth, her grip almost tight enough to crack his shell - the only thing he can't remember are the words spoken. Then there's a commotion outside the small room and the man is still screaming but his tone has changed no longer angry but frightened and desperate, Beau hears a bang of metal on metal, and the sound of drone teeth breaking drone skin, he can smell oil and the desperate bang and scrap of gloved metal hands against a door before said door opens with a bang. A single human enters, there are others behind him and Beau hears, what he can only presume, is the male drone being grabbed and tossed to the waiting people beyond the door. The human shouts an order, his anger and reprimands shakes the little UNN to his core, but he doesn't feel frightened anymore, then the door closes with a bang and the human takes a moment in the silence broken only by the sounds of the crying drone woman. Beau, from where he is, tucked in close to the woman, can just barely make out the sight of the hazmat clothed human's gentle approach, his words soothing the drone woman as her cries eventually slow to hiccups.

It should be noted that most Drones, when ordered and sent to have children, often don't get to raise their kids. The UNN's were to be raised on the save files of their code doners, tested by humans and eventually sent to be sold into the workforce by the age of six to ten. Of course, the same week that Beau was born, was the same week that the humans were killed, not long after, his mother had devourer his father during the man's final attempt to hurt both mother and child. As such, Beau had not been raised on his parents' memories of the past but by the actions of their present. He only learned about the old UNN practices from over hearing the other drones in his mother's lab, discussing why it was probably best that Beau wasn't being raised on his mother's memories, only for the next drone to admit that the way the UNN was being raised was probably not much better.

Internally, Beau concede, yeah, this was probably not the best place for a kid but after years of lab files for bedtime stories, two lab rebellions and several attack waves of sky demons, it was pretty hard to argue against his mother's reasons for persisting in what the others would quietly call a fools errand. This was his normal, and yes, he knew how depressing that was; but, it wasn't always like this, like now. Beau remembers when they had more time ...

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cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien · 10 months ago

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Solar Opposites: Mighty Solars The Movie Ch. 7

Later, at the lab, Cheery is making a machine. Barry comes in.

Barry: Cheery, what are you doing?

Cheery: I’m making a life doner.

Barry: Why?

Cheery then look at a picture of her deceased best friend Alex, who passed away four months ago.

Cheery: I hope it could bring Alex back to life…

Barry sighs

Barry: Cheery, look I know you want to bring Alice back to life. But this is crazy.

Cheery: But it’s the only way.

Barry: Cheery please. Resurrecting the dead is unnatural. Human Terry is walking around until he bumps into Nova I don’t think you should do this…

Human Terry: Oh, sorry ma’am.

Nova: It’s alright. I’m Nova by the way.

Human Terry: Oh nice to meet you. I’m Terry Opposites. I just moved her with my family.

Nova: Well, it’s nice to have new faces.

Human Terry: Yeah definitely. Anyways, I’ll be going now. I think I heard Cheery might need help.

Nova: Okay. Bye.

Nova leaves. Then, Human Terry peaks to figure out what Cheery is doing and hears her talking to Barry.

Barry: I think what you’re doing is wrong. This is crazy.

Cheery: You don’t understand! I-

Barry suddenly charges up his sparks as Human Terry gasp.

Barry: I’m! Done! TALKING ABOUT THIS!

Barry charges up his sparks and it creates an explosion as the lab. Human Terry gasp and holds Cheery close as Barry collapse on the floor and the screen goes black. The scene, then cuts to a prep rally at school where Yumyulack is staring lovingly at Mark.

Human Jesse: Uh, what are you doing?

Yumyulack: N-n-nothing!

Human Jesse: Oh really? Cuz I think you were staring at Mark Melner.

Yumyulack smiles and blushes as he gives in.

Yumyulack: Okay. I guess dating him doesn’t sound all that bad.

Aidan: What was that, dork?!

Yumyulack gasp.

Yumyulack: N-nothing! Nothing!

Aidan: Don’t be dumb! It’s obvious you wanna date Mark!

Yumyulack: Uh no pfft. pep rally starts Oh uh, you guys better head to your presentations.

Jayden: Oh sure… carries something behind his back You’re gonna enjoy it…

Yumyulack: What is it?

The Headphone guys leave and gets on the stage. Then, Stacy K comes up and taps the microphone.

Human Jesse: What’s going on?

Stacy K: Thank you for coming. We had just put together a little skit with the Heapdhone guys. Once upon a time, there was a cool headphone kid with platinum blond hair. He had three cool friends and his parents own this amazing diner in all the land.

Mark gasps as he realizes who they’re talking about. The two Solar siblings grew confused while Stacy G scoff at her former ex friends.

Stacy K: But he was unhappy.

Crowd: Aaaw…

Human Jesse: That poor kid.

Stacy K: If only if he hadn’t met a blue monster who came from another planet far far away. One day after the slimy beast came along with two adults, an annoying sister and a little blob on this planet, he meets the kid and ends up bringing the whole school to the ground

Yumyulack then realizes what the skit is.

Stacy K: It turns out the monster not only is a teenager, but also has written about and is head over heels over the Heapdhone kid. the Heapdhone guys came and brings out a familiar journal

Yumyulack gasps.

Yumyulack: HEY! THAT’S MINE!

Braiden: reads Day 1 Dear log, today I am on a planet filled with annoyance people called humans. Now I have to go to the school, I mean who would want to that right, but Korvo said it’s for studies and stuff. I mean what kind of bounty Hunter Replicant would want to do that?

Human Jesse: gasps Is that…

Jayden: reads Day 41 Dear Log, I want to talk to Mark. But, I am scared. Scared that he will reject me.

Yumyulack is distraught as the kids starts laughing.

Yumyulack: I can’t believe they’re reading my journal.

Mark Melner: Aidan, what are you doing?!

Stacy K: But it turns out the blue monster is really someone who goes to school here, but a geek. A loser. An alien.

Yumyulack snaps. But then, he grows distraught and freezes in sadness as the kids continue laughing.

Stacy K: And who is may you ask is this imposter? Give it up for local teenage alien, Yumyulack Solar-Opposites!

Human Jesse and Mark gasp. Tears fall from Yumyulack’s eyes as Mark grow shock by this. The kids starts changing Yumyulack’s name as Yumyulack starts weeping. Human Jesse and Monica comes up to Yumyulack

Crowd: chanting Yumyulack! Yumyulack! Yumyulack!

Yumyulack: tearfully Girls… let’s get out of here…

Stacy G sighs. As the group leaves, Mark looks at Aidan angrily. Miss Frankie, Principal Cooke and Ms. Perez grow concern about the kids and follows them. The scene cuts to Stacy G following Yumyulack and the girls in the locker room as the three teachers follow her.

Human Jesse: It gonna be okay, Yumyulack. They’re just jealous.

Stacy G: Guys? the three kids turn and see her You doing okay?

Yumyulack: tearfully NO! voice breaking NOTHING IS OKAY!

Stacy G comforts Yumyulack.

Stacy G: I’m sorry the Stacies and Headphone guys did that to you. Trust me, I know you feel. They did the same to me.

Yumyulack: How do I expect Mark to love me now? He’ll never-

Stacy G: Because, the Stacies did the same thing to me.

The girls and Yumyulack grow shock by this.

Human Jesse: Stacy G… what are you talking about?

Stacy G sighs.

Stacy G: Last year, when I was still one of the Stacies, the Stacies pull mean trick on me by showing my journal to Annie, who I had a crush on. flashback plays as Stacy K and Stacy F shows Annie the diary as she grow disgusted by what Stacy G wrote It was so humiliating. Annie hated me because she found out I had feelings for her. scene cuts to a swimming pool where Stacy G walks out happily but then Annie grabs her Annie was so furious, that she pull a part of my swimsuit apart and pushes me down the pool! Stacy G screams as she falls into the water. The scene cuts to Stacy G at the bathroom as she breaks down in tears. Then, Louise came and console her daughter

Louise: Shh… it’s okay sweetie… mommy’s here. Come on let’s take you home okay?

Stacy G: Okay…

The flashback ends as Stacy G takes a deep breath and sighs. Human Jesse is shock and startled by this tragic reveal.

Human Jesse: I’m so sorry you had to go through all that

Stacy G: It’s okay. They were never really my friends. All I wanted to do after my other mom Maude passed away when I was 10, is to make new friends. And that led me to developing a toxic friendship.

Miss Frankie gasps.

Yumyulack: sighs Let’s just go home girls…

But then, Yumyulack’s pants rip and it is revealed that his legs have turn into human legs. Human Jesse gasps.

Principal Cooke: What the? Yumyulack! How long you have you have those human legs?!

Yumyulack: Aw man! Just a few days! I didn’t say anything about it because I’m scared you guys will cut them off!

Human Jesse: We’re not gonna cut them off. We just to tell Korvo and-

Yumyulack screams as he glows brighter as everyone shield their eyes. Then, as they open them, Yumyulack has become a human. Human Jesse gasps. Miss Frankie faints.

Principal Cooke: Fuck! I knew your dads have given you too many lunchables and X-Box live!

Human Yumyulack: Holy shit! I’m human! And I have…

Human Yumyulack looks down in his pants and counts something.

Human Yumyulack: gasp Several Pubes.

Principal Cooke: Jesse, what is going on?

Human Jesse: Uh… how did you know it was us?

Miss Frankie: You voice sounded familiar.

Human Jesse and Human Yumyulack look at each other nervously. Then, Human Yumyulack hears the kids chatting about him behind his back as he develops tears in his eyes.

Human Yumyulack: Mind if I call Korvo to come and pick us up?

Miss Frankie, Principal Cooke and Ms. Perez look at each other knowing how much overwhelming stress Yumyulack is facing right now.

Ms. Perez: You may.

The song “Hero” from Sterling Knight plays in the background as Human Yumyulack goes up to the cellphone and starts crying as Korvo picks up the phone and receives Human Yumyulack’s call.

Korvo: Hello?

Human Yumyulack: crying Korvo… can you please come pick me and Jesse up?

Korvo: Yumyulack, what happened?

Human Yumyulack: weeps Just please come pick us up! cries Today was humiliating enough for me already…

Korvo: But I can’t help you unless you-

Korvo then realizes what has happen and decided to come pick up the kids. The scene then cuts to Human Yumyulack falling on his knees and breaking down into tears. Human Jesse sighs. Human Jesse comforts her brother as Human Yumyulack continues crying. A sad times montage occurs as Korvo picks up the kids and comforts his son after Human Yumyulack runs up to Korvo and cries in his chest.

Korvo: Oh Yumyulack…

Human Yumyulack: cries

Human Jesse: What are we gonna do?

Korvo: Let me take you kids home…

Back with Terry. He yawns but then notices a chain on his foot as he panics.

Terry: Oh shit!

Terry tries to yank the chain off.

Terry: Come on Terry! You can do it!

But Terry can’t get the chain off.

Terry: grunting Keep trying!

Suddenly, he starts to feel unlikely strength as he cries out in determination and breaks the chain off. Terry pants.

Terry: How did I do that? sees Cheery unconscious and wearing a prisoner clothe Oh my God…

Terry runs towards Cheery.

Terry: Hey… it’s okay… picks up Cheery I’m gonna get you out of here. smirks as he looks at the prison bars And I know how. puts Cheery down softly

Terry bend the bars as it makes a hole. Terry laughs in joy and picks up Cheery as he sneaks away. The scene then cuts to Darcy coming home while Jamie was making a sandwich.

Jamie: Hey honey. You home early.

Darcy: I know. My boss let me go home early.

Jamie and Darcy kiss, but then Darcy sees a video which is footage from the laboratory as she gasp.

Darcy: Barry?!

Then as he watches closely, she looks closely and gasp at the explosion as it shocks Human Terry and Cheery that send them to another dimension. Barry is left unconscious. But then a black spark came and it revealed to be a mask stranger with a familiar face.

Darcy: What the hell?

Darcy gasps. The hooded figure takes of his hood and mouth mask and it revealed to be a different version of Terry, but looks more gothic as he scoffs and lightly kicks an unconscious Barry as he looks around and sneaks out.

Darcy: There are…two Terrys?!

Jamie comes up to here and grows confused.

Jamie: What’s going…

Darcy rewinds the video and gasp and recognizes Human Terry as Terry.

Jamie: TERRY?!

Darcy: Oh my God! Oh My God! Oh My God! We have to go help him!

Jamie: But how?! We don’t know where they are!

Kevin and his family, who were just walking by, come in.

Kevin: Hey, what’s going on?!

Darcy: Terry has been kidnapped by an evil Terry clone!

Kevin and his family gasp. Then, the scene cuts to raining at night, Korvo is walking with an umbrella while trying to call Terry.

Korvo: Come on, Terry! Pick up!

Korvo groans as it keeps going into voicemail. Then, he notice the road block.

Korvo: God damn it! Hello?! Can you someone unblock these cars?! How?! How has it come to this?

Suddenly Korvo feels something on his nose

Korvo: A nose?! What the fuck?!

Korvo suddenly grows ears.

Korvo: Ears? Shit! Fuck! glows brighter WHAT THE FUCK’S HAPPENING?!

The glow disappears as Korvo groans and holds his head.

Korvo: offscreen Oh… fuck… what was that all about?

Korvo the looks down at his hand.

Korvo: offscreen Wh-what?

Korvo looks in a mirro that reveals he’s human. He grows smitten.

Human Korvo: Whoa. whistles on smitten Hey. This isn’t bad.

Human Korvo feels his hair.

Human Korvo: Hmm? Looks like I might like being human.

Human Korvo realizes he has muscles.

Human Korvo: Well, looks at these abs. Might as cover them up. Don’t wanna be too attractive. then notices his ruined clothes But first…

The scene then cuts to Parker looking on her labtop, until Principal Cooke, Miss Frankie, Ms. Perez, Kevin, Jamie and Darcy, Randall and Janice came in.

Parker: What’s up, guys?

Principal Cooke: Show us the footage!

Parker: Uh, okay?

The humans then sees the footage and gasp. Then, they came up with a plan.

Principal Cooke: Okay. I have an idea! We’re gonna go find Quasarblast!

The Others: Right!

But then Miss Frankie looks at a picture of Korvo, then she looks back at the newspaper article of Korvo as she gasp.

Kevin: Frankie? What’s wrong?!

Miss Frankie: Guys…Korvo is Quasarblast!

The humans gasp, but Jamie, Kevin, Ms. Perez, Darcy, Randall and Janice gets excited.

Randall: That’s awesome!

Principal Cooke: Wait, what? But he didn’t tell us.

Parker: Hmm…suspicious.

Kevin: To protect and identities are kept hidden! Duh!

Darcy: We gotta find him and tell him what’s going on!

Parker: Oh good! I’ll track him down!

The scene then cuts to a night club.

Kevin’s Wife: That’s where you friend is Kev?

Kevin: I think so.

Human Korvo: offscreen Well well well.

Humans: Huh?

Miss Frankie: Oh my God…

Human Korvo: My human neighbors and mortal enemies. What a surprise.

Principal Cooke and Miss Frankie: KORVO?!

Janice faints.

Ms. Perez: You turn into the most gorgeous human we have ever seen.

Human Korvo: Not bad right? Bet you didn’t expect this, huh?

Darcy: Oh my God. You look hot.

Jamie: Darcy!

Darcy: Relax. You’re hot too honey.

Human Korvo: Thanks. I bet you’re to say I told you so because being a human is awesome.

Randall: No we thought you would tell us so.

Human Korvo: I cannot. It was you who told me so.

Miss Frankie: Korvo, look! We know you’re Quasarblast!

Human Korvo: Wait, what?!

Ms. Perez: Terry has also been kidnapped by an evil version of himself!

Principal Cooke: Yes! Your husband needs you!

Human Korvo gasps.

Human Korvo: Oh my God! Terry is in a different dimension?!

Principal Cooke: Exactly! We need you, Quasarblast!

Miss Frankie: Will you help us or not?!

Human Korvo looks at his reflection, then he grows courageous and nods as he smashes it to the ground.

Human Korvo: Let’s go.

“Get it Faster” from Jimmy Eat World plays in the background:

The gang drives in a car. Unknown to them, two villains are standing on top of the building watching down at them. The scene then cuts to the lab where Quasarblast heading in the lab as he gets ready to be transported.

Parker: Ready Quasarblast?

Korvo/Quasarblast: Don’t worrry, Terry. I’m coming for you, darling.

Parker then press the machine and Quasarblast is transported to a difference dimension. Quasarblast screams but then starts laughing.

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morphemeta · 3 months ago

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gakuto oshiro. cis man. he/him. bisexual. ⇝ hey, isn’t that hirokazu 'kaz' amuro ? i think that the forty-six year old from okinawa, japan works as a city council member & owner of dracula's coffin club, but outside of that people describe them as shelves of leatherbound books, artworks hanging in gilded frames, expensive vintage wines in their rack and not a thing out of place; a dark room illuminated only by the flicker of candlelight; an old photo album, full of snaps from a disposable camera, hidden away in the back of a forgotten closet; crisp suits, expensive jewellery, an image so perfectly designed as to be uncanny; strong posture, total control of the room, a gaze sharp enough to dissuade any arguments . i hear they are manipulative & a control freak, but they are also known to be sentimental & artistic . consider giving them a visit at their home in the winterwood estates and get to know why they’re called the tormented.

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TW: emotional neglect in childhood, disappearance/death of a loved one??

just to make my intentions with this character very clear before we get any further, this guy SUCKS. he's meant to be somewhat antagonistic and just all-round not that great a guy. sure, he probably has his redeeming features & he was a decent person at some point but :) time changes ppl, i guess! i feel like he's probably pretty amicable and decent on the surface but he's also very two-faced so it's like...Be Careful <3 also, i have no particular want to plot any active ships for this character. this isn't because of a lack of interest on his part, it's just because i don't necessarily want to write, or think it's appropriate to rp, what would definitely be a very toxic relationship! also he's definitely still in love with a person who's been missing for twenty years so there's also that. anyway, that's my little note done. read away! also! unlike most of my other muses (except ash), this is a new character i'm writing just for anchorage so please keep in mind a lot of stuff is generally subject to change. i'm going to try and work out the kinks as i go but this intro might not stay 100% totally accurate.

BASICS.

His full name is Hirokazu Amuro (安室洋一) but he started going by Kaz for short once he moved to the States in his late teens. It just kind of stuck. I imagine his nickname growing up would have been 'Hiro'.

Kaz was born in Okinawa City, Okinawa Prefecture, Japan and is of direct Okinawan descent. Kaz may describe himself as Japanese for simplicity's sake but he considers himself Okinawan first & Japanese second. (Okinawans/Ryukyuans are an unrecognised ethnic minority in Japan & are ethnically/culturally distinct from the mainland Japanese majority BUT that's all I'll say on the matter bc this is a topic on which I am not qualified to speak & that presumably requires far more nuance than should be squeezed into an rp intro hehe)

He speaks Japanese (standard & Okinawan dialects) and English fluently, and he knows a little Uchinaaguchi. I imagine he knows some other languages too, I just haven't settled on that. I think he's very interested in cultures and language.

As a council member, he dedicates a lot of his attention to the Arts sector, having taken it upon himself to oversee the relevant funding and the like. He's very invested in the arts and considers it a matter of great personal interest. Kaz is also a known patron/doner of the Hanging Arts Gallery and paid out of his own pocket to financially support certain productions of the Single Carrot Theatre, especially due to his history with the venue. This has given him a reputation for being philanthropic but it largely comes from a place of self-interest and satisfying his own wants and needs.

Similarly, he's donated money to publications such as the Anchorage Daily Diem under the guise of support but the reality is that he has built up a good rapport with news outlets so as to give him more control over how he's portrayed in the media. Money speaks. And money can make sure that you don't speak.

This is a recurring issue, for the record. He very much needs to be in control of things. He's not especially power-hungry, and is quite content to sit back and let things play out without him lifting a finger, but he likes to be the one putting pawns in their places to ensure things go his way. Obviously, his success here will vary but, again, this is just how he likes things to be.

All this to say, he's kind of a known eccentric, hence his ownership of the Coffin Club. What can I say? He likes spooky shit. On top of that, the way he presents himself in public is so particular and perfect and poised that it's a little uncanny. I think he probably comes off a little unsettling.

I imagine he might clash with his fellow council members at times because he prefers to speak directly and he's kind of condescending, especially if he disagrees with you on something. He holds grudges too and is the type to start playing Devil's Advocate just to rile someone up because he happens to dislike them. He also doesn't have much issue just insulting people SO UH....

He likes screwing with people. I really picture him as the type of guy to pour a glass of red wine over someone's head in order to humiliate and belittle them.

Insufferable rich man.

CHILDHOOD

Hirokazu was born, on 13th October 1978, as the second of two children, the only son, of a wealthy family. His father was in business, as his father had been before him, and his mother was a homemaker who had also come from a wealthy background. It was tolerant but largely loveless marriage, the couple having come together at the behest of their respective families (who had been primarily concerned with what the union might do for their collective reputations). It is hard to say that the Amuro children grew up surrounded by much warmth but they were comfortable.

The expectations placed on the two Amuro children were high, particularly for Hirokazu who had been deigned the obvious sucessor to his father's work. They were raised in a strict home where studying well to impress the parents was the be-all-and-end-all. They had strict curfews and were forbidden from the sort of hobbies their parents considered frivolous and a waste of time. If the children weren't working to improve themselves for future job prospects, they were wasting time.

Fortunately for Hirokazu, he was a clever and studious child and never struggled much in this regard. He was also a voracious reader and, to his good luck, this was considered an acceptable hobby. He was known to spend hours at the library down the road from his family home. It was just about the only source of entertainment to which he had easy access.

In his early teen years, he grew irritated with this constrictive lifestyle, of only doing and reading and even thinking this that had been approved of by his family. The first step in breaking free was a very, very small one indeed: he deliberately hunted out the pulpiest, schlockiest book he could find in the entire library, a beaten-up and dog-eared old copy of some horror anthology, and found himself hooked. The entire genre was such a far cry from the world in which he lived, full of freaks and weirdos and people who obeyed none of the rules. This led to him reading more and more horror, and then to him sneaking away to the local arthouse cinema where they'd show strange and splattery flicks imported all the way from places like Italy. Here, he learned that he didn't really want to follow in his father's footsteps. Business bored him but art fascinated him.

In his first year of high school, at the age of sixteen, Hirokazu took it upon himself to form and appoint himself leader of the school's new Horror Literature Club. The membership was small but the attendance was strong. (It should be of note that the small attendance was also what justified his position as leader, despite being a first year.) This was also Hirokazu's very first taste of leadership. He'd never been an outgoing child and was usually left alone by other children but he found that, suddenly, people listened when they believed he was important. This stint lasted until halfway through his second year of high school, at which point his father found out what he'd been doing and forced him to withdraw from the club altogether.

The new opening in his schedule would be filled with more studying. After all, he needed to get into a good uni if he wanted to maintain any respect in this family and his father wasn't just going to pay his children's way. If they couldn't earn their education on their own merits, they were no children of his. And, so, Hirokazu studied and studied until he secured himself a spot at a top university in Tokyo, studying Business (a decision made for him by his family). Because his sister had also gotten into a good women's university in the city a couple years prior, the family left the tropical climate of Okinawa behind and moved to Tokyo.

EARLY ADULT YEARS

Two years into his time at Uni, at the age of nineteen, he was offered the chance to take part in an exchange program that would send him to New York for a year. Eager, if not desperate, to get away from his parents, Hirokazu jumped at the opportunity. His father considered it a good chance for Hirokazu to branch out and network and so he approved it. Along with a good friend from Tokyo, Hirokazu made the move and immediately set to work on forging his own path, living his own for the very first time.

His actual education was of minor concern and Hirokazu immediately threw himself into the nightlife. He found himself at home in more alternative groups and more artistic spaces, even beginning to dabble in poetry himself. He surrounded himself bands and poets and artists, adopted the name Kaz and stayed out all night shoving fuck know what kind of substances into his body. He'd become a free sprit; the idea of rebellion had long since crossed his mind, so far had he come from those repressive beginnings.

And, then, he met them. They were just another member of Kaz's wider circle but, from the moment he laid eyes on them, he was infatuated. They would often break free from the rest of their circle in the wee hours of the morning to steal away private moments. At age twenty, Kaz had fallen in love for the first time and he fallen quite hard.

It was 1999 now and the two had been officially dating for quite some time. Kaz had made the decision to remain in New York and finish out his education there, having graduated that very year. He ignored his father's demands that he move back home and take up a position working alongside him. His partner mentioned wanting to up north somewhere for New Year's Eve, in the hopes of seeing the Northern Lights as the new millenium rolled in and, so, Kaz surprised them with a two week trip up to Anchorage.

During this trip, the two grew very fond of the strange town and decided to take root there, having found themselves feeling otherwise lost in life after graduating. Thanks to Kaz's wealthy background, they were able to buy a home in Delilah's Gated Den without any trouble. Kaz took up a job handling the finances for the Single Carrot theatre, believing it to be the ideal way to pursue his love of the arts while still making good use of his business degree.

In 2004, when Kaz was twenty-five, their partner disappeared. Another statistic in Anchorage's endless list of missing people. The news hit Kaz like a ton of bricks, his reality seeming to chip and crack around him. He was forced to watch, helpless, as those in charge seemed to do nothing, not a finger lifted for any casuality in the town. Unable to let go of his missing loved one and determined to prove that they were still out there, Kaz left his position at the theatre behind after five years of work and moved into local government. He would work his way up the ranks and find the answers he was after.

ADULT YEARS

After years of hard work, such hard work that it had bordered on obsession, Kaz had become a member of the Anchorage City Council. He was on top and he had access to everything he needed. That was when he learned about the Miroir, and that was when he had learned about their miroir. The cracks that had formed all those years ago splintered beyond repair. Shattering. The vague hopes onto which he had clung for so long twisted and contorted into something like rage and resentment. The journey he had taken to get to this point had already changed him for the worse, the years spent following only one trail blinding him to anything that did not serve his own interests, but this would only push him over the edge.

Separately from this, somewhere along the line he took it upon himself to start a small business of his own: Dracula's Coffin Club. Of course, his love of horror was never forgotten and this little shop is a testament to that. He's often too busy to do any work in the shop itself but it's sort of a little passion project for him. He still likes to write poetry in his own time too but that's a very private business. (SORRY THIS IS SUCH A SHIFT IN TONE LMAOO I DIDN'T KNOW WHERE ELSE TO PUT IT </3)

As for his family, they fell out with him during his Single Carrot years but, having caught wind of his successes in local government, they eventually changed their tune. Kaz was understandably not impressed with this but has tried to stay in their good books out of a desire to remain on his father's will. (His belief is that he deserves to be compensated for having this man as a father.) His sister has since taken his place as their father's successor, having proven herself a perfectly capable businesswoman, and has a family of her own whereas his mother has had some success in launching her own jewellery business. Kaz does not take any interest in their affairs.

#« 𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚣𝚞 » / 「 intro. 」#anchorintro #oh yeah for sure i'm keeping it brief this time (it's 2k words long)#ALSO I DO NOT LOVE THIS GRAPHIC I WILL NOT LIE but i threw it together in like 10 mins bc i just wanted smth in here #maybe i'll redo it later...maybe i'll just grow to accept it #who knows #anyway hopefully this isn't a mess and doesn't suck or whatever #i wrote the whole backstory part in one sitting & i need to sleep at some point so i didn't proofread HOPEFULLY IT MAKES SENSE

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While his place of work wouldn’t be his most favoured drinking spot, Kian had worked in worse pubs than The Black Dog back home. When you went to school with half the bar staff, and the majority of the punters knew your name one way or another, it should have made for a happy environment, but that had rarely been the case for him. He’d spent his most formative years hiding from his own shadow, burying pieces of himself under GAA jerseys, pints of Guinness and having the sense knocked out of him by his father. New York had been something of a fresh start – one that had belted him across the face faster than any Sliotar ever could, his gaze greeted by the startling sight of his dear old Dad’s face looming over him on the many screens across Times Square. After his mother had passed away, Kian thought the most important thing he could’ve done would be to reconnect with his Half-Brothers and hold on tight to whatever family he had remaining, but he’d forgotten just how much of an ache it left him with to be in such close proximity with the man who’d made his childhood so difficult.

The Black Dog was something of a safe haven, despite its somewhat lackluster and unsavory appearance. He knew that if he kept his head down and got to work that, for the most part, people wouldn’t bother him. Pulling pints and listening to the dreary tales of some tipsy New Yorker was a far sight more enjoyable to Kian than having to hear Luca, naive as he was, wax lyrical about just how much of a genius their shared sperm doner was. He needn’t worry about Rafferty developing a sudden love for Cats the Musical, nor Ivy singing showtunes down in the cellar. He could take on dust mites and the cobwebs any day of the week if he was weighing up his options between Debra, the Health and Safety officer and Andrew McGrath, Satan himself.

Though he was officially off the clock, Kian was still perched at the end of the bar, stool rocking back and forth beneath his weight as he drummed absently against the counter. He’d had plans to meet up with Rory after his shift had finished up, only for his friend’s publicist to call him in at the last minute for some urgent meeting that Kian hadn’t bothered nor cared to ask about. Instead, he’d stuck around, wondering if he should wait for Raff to wrap up his own shift, or if he should just knock back a few pints and find some fella with equally low standards and a tight lip to keep him company for the evening.

As though the Universe were answering his prayers, Kian glanced up and caught sight of a well-dressed man who, in truth, looked entirely out of place in their grubby little bar. Fashion had never been Kian’s area of expertise – something Davey chastised him for regularly – so he wouldn’t even know where to start in explaining the stranger’s attire other than to say he wore it well. And, if he were feeling especially bold, to admit he wouldn’t mind seeing him out of the outfit, too.

“Alright?” Kian nodded in the man’s direction, clearing his throat awkwardly as he tried to find his voice.

Despite his situation with Rory, and his recent flirtationship with Louis – if you could even call it that – Kian was well out of practice. While he wouldn’t call himself closeted, he’d certainly found himself to be a little more withdrawn as far as his sexuality was concerned since the attack. He was trying to get over it, to put himself back out there and remember that New York wasn’t Dublin and that nobody knew him here, but it was proving more difficult than he cared to admit. He was well out of practice, and he hardly knew what it was he even wanted from other men anymore.

“Can I get you a drink or anything? I mean, I'm off the clock, so... I’d be buying,” he huffed out an awkward laugh, silently imagining all the ways that Davey would be mocking him right now if he could see his older brother.

#thread: ezra1 #ft. ezra

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mewtwoandme · 2 years ago

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7) If they could ask anyone one question and get the absolute truth, who and what would they ask?

For Mewtwo, if that's okay. Also, I absolutely LOVE your work!

The only person Mewtwo would want to seek truth from is Giovanni. (For those who are new, I have mentioned my headcanon before that in Mewtwo's creation, Giovanni was the anonymous human dna doner, making Gio Mewtwo's biological father). Mewtwo would want to know if it truly was Giovanni that donated blood to create him, putting his suspicions to rest.

And thank you! X3

#answered ask #kittenngrievous

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i-may-be-an-emu · 2 years ago

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hiiyyyy!!!

also, trans HCs??

TELLL ME MORE!! :DDDD

HELLOO!

Gladly. (This will be a very long post btw)

(I know I said this at some point but idk when so sorry if im not answering this properly)

My ftm headcannons:

Peter Parker (Marvel Universe)

He knew ever since he was little

The spider bite gave him free testosterone

He also has adhd (hc) and before getting top surgery would hyperfixate and forgert he was binding

Because of this Aunt May would have to check on him and set timers ect

the scene where Tom's spiderman is like "I'm not a girl I'm a BOY- I mean I'm-I'm a MAN" is pure trans-ness

he's also bi (hc) and really terrified of getting a boyfriend and then having him not see him as a man and is actually a straight dudes

So he only dates girls

(mj/the girl Andrew's one was in love with is mtf [but she doesn't really care about her gender but knows its feminin and calls herself mtf] and always reminds him he's a real man and when he goes "but what if-" MJ hits him with a "well then aren't you saying I'm a man then?" or something)

Luke Patterson (from Julie and the phantoms)

Part of the reason his mom and him fought so much

his parents said that the band made him trans and hanging out with boys was turing him into one

But after he died they saw that he was a guy and dedicated the rest of their lives to helping (especially young) trans folk

He wasn't diagnosed as autistic or with adhd (hc) because he was seen as a girl which gave him problems in having to get his parents to listen to him about both his brain and gender

Hates sleeves = trans

The beanie. No I will not elaborate. He wore a beanie. He is trans.

The way his hair is styled is like it was grown long and cut short instead of grown short and cut to stay that way, meaning that he is very likely to have had long hair and probably cut it short himself

When he became a ghost his soul was a guy so his ghost form became a guy, meaning he had a cis guy's appearance and "biological" situation or whatever

My Name Is Luke. He wrote a song called my name is Luke.

Jake peralta (Brooklyn 99)

Gina helped him come out to his mom

Did you SEE how he looked in highschool? The long hair and earring? Litterally in denial. Plus he was best friends with a girl (not saying straight guys can't have female friends but c'mon)

He wears about 3 layers

He met Rosa in the academy and i like to think that it was transohobic and put him in a dorm with her

she didn't care but was really mad about the academy being transphobic

prison was difficult, but Caleb was also trans and it made it easier (they look down in the shower and jake says samsies, I refuse to belive it's about circumcision and think it's trans instead.)

When Jake came out to Holt they had a kinda father-son type moment and Holt said that he understood and if Jake ever needed anything to come to him

He was still wearing a binder in the first few seasons (screw the scenes where he's shirtless) and the pain is unbearable because he's irresponsible (cue Gina and Rosa basically grounding him and everyone finding out he's trans)

Hiccup Haddock The 3rd (How to train Your Dragon)

He's 15 in the first movie. 15. My boy looks like he's 12

He's not as buff as the other guys his age and in one of the episodes where he's 15 bucket does a painting of him and Stowick and makes him extra buff, Stowick likes it more and Hiccup feels like crap (because he's trans)

Everyone sees him as a screw up and won't even let him ououtside

We never see him shirtless

"But he grows a beard eventually!" Yes but how long did that take him? My guy invented a flaming sword i think he'd be able to get testosterone from sosomewhere.

Kids? Sperm doner! (yes i know they're vikings but they could always just like... yk)

He doesn't have a bulge in his pants

He felt like an outsider and seeing toothless be the only nightfury made him just feel really connected to him

He didn't change his name

When he meets his mom she's obviously suprised but understands what's going on

My mtf headcanons:

Carrie (Julie and the phantoms)

Trevor understood fully because of Luke and asked her if she wanted a new name and what pronouns to use

He sometimes messed up with her pronouns at first but he tries really hard to get them right

When she came out he game her his credit card to buy new clothes with and quickly learned that was a very bad idea

She figured out her gender but was still figuring out her sexuality

She started dating nick as a power move to try and gain popularity (it worked)

She went on puberty blockers at 13 and it meant she was able to get a high voice but still does voice training as well (i dont know much about mtf voice stuff im sorry 😭)

After season one the boys were able to become visible to lifers when they want to be and she and Luke become trans bff's

loves pink

(I'm sorry I cant think of anymore mtf ones mainly because im ftm and those hc come from projecting onto charichters)

Nonbinary:

Oh my gosh I forgot their name 🤦 (from jatp)

(The member of dirty candy who Reggie likes)

Idk. But they are. She goes by they/she pronouns too, and I cant really say much else because they're a side character.

And also MJ from the Tom Holland spidermans is a genderfluid girl

Im sorry im too tired to elaborate any further I will think of more tho C:

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#Headcannons #transgender #trans headcanons #Peter parker #Trans spiderman #Luke patterson #Carrie Wilson #Hiccup haddock #Jake peralta #mtf #ftm #Im sorry that there's not as many mtf or nb ones as the ftm #nonbinary #lgbtq #Jatp #Httyd #B99

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