#packing is safe obvs its more

[ohraicodoll]

i just wanna start off by saying i am obsessed with your feral reader series. ever since i started the show ive had a strong urge to write something with an unhinged character similar to your red but never found the energy to, and your work has fufilled that urge lol.

anyways i was just wondering, if you think ellie would ever lash out at red for her selflessness? ellie obvs has abandonment issues, and as her and reds relationship evolves i can see ellie start to become more and more frustrated with reds lack of will to live. simply because ellie doesnt think she could handle loosing red.

what are your thoughts?

Thank you so much! I'm just so thrilled people enjoy it all and the character! I think it would take a while for Ellie to lash out. Joel makes himself an easy target, but its almost more intimidating with Red. But I think it would take them being settled in Jackson for a while, Ellie realizing she's going to be with them for the rest of their lives, and seeing how Red is still being reckless with herself before she finally snaps. Because it's not getting through to her that she matters and is needed. And because yall are so nice, here's a little drabble of it! (I live purely off yalls comments and messages and tags like a fanfic Kirby)

(Feral Masterlist)

The walk back into town was quiet, tension filling the space between the three as they turned in their horses to the stables and made the walk back to their house. For once Ellie wasn’t talking, wasn’t chatting their ears off, didn’t even make mention of the new book they had found that she had been eager to grab since it was the first of the series. Not the third or the second or fifth. First. A rare find. No, instead she was walking ahead of them, face pinched and moving with a heavy stomp with each step. Joel wasn’t in a much better mood, brow heavily furrowed and scowling at the ground. She was used to their lackluster sunshine attitudes. It’s not like she was much better, but now it seemed distinctly aimed at her. She was left to pick up the rear behind them, trying to ignore the looks of the townsfolk as they stared at her, gritting her teeth. She knew Joel was angry, but Ellie seemed to be as well and that felt odd. It had been a quick scout. They’d been trying to search further and further away from Jackson to comb through whatever resources they could. Eventually they would do farther scouts out of state, but they wanted to make sure everything had been picked clean. The area had already been swept multiple times and Ellie had wanted to come with them, saying she didn’t want to get soft and lose sight of what it was like out there. They’d let her come. It wasn’t a new spot and they both were there. If she was safe with anyone, it was them. But they hadn’t counted on infected moving into the area, traveling there. There’d been a few and when Ellie had accidentally tripped and fell, one going for her, she’d tackled it to keep her away. They’d wrestled hard until her knife found its home in its head and it had slumped off of her. It wasn’t anything out of the usual. They’d had closer scrapes and harder fights on the way to Utah. But Joel had ripped into her on the way back for pulling a stupid move instead of shooting it, for the thousandth time since she’d known him, and Ellie had been quiet the entire way back. She was used to Joel’s anger, but wasn’t sure about the teenager’s. Ellie was hardly ever mad at her and she wasn’t sure how to feel now that she was its target. They both entered the house ahead of her and she quietly shut the door behind them, chewing on her lip, feeling the tension build. Ellie threw her backpack into the corner of the living room roughly, stomping towards the connecting kitchen. Joel caught her eye and then shook his head, huffing before dumping his own pack in the downstairs bedroom. “So I have to deal with both of you being pissy?” In the safety of their home, she could be more direct. But there was no confidence in her voice, the sarcasm flimsy. Even with them, she had a hard time communicating sometimes. 

Ellie slammed her hand down on the kitchen and spun to face her, cheeks red with anger, “You can’t do that, Red!” She swallowed her sigh, back stiffening as she clenched her jaw, “Do what?” The teenager growled out a loud groan and stomped back to her, using as much of her height as she could to get into her face, “Be that reckless! Joel gets after you all the time and you keep doing it!” “Ellie,” she bit out sternly, but the girl didn’t stop. Joel stood in the back, looking at the scene but not interfering, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. He would be no help to her. “Why didn’t you shoot it?” Ellie shouted, “You could have gotten bit! I’m immune but you’re not and you just fucking threw yourself on top of it!” “Yes, you’re immune, but it can still hurt you,” she argued back and put her hands on her hips, not knowing how to fight with the one person who seemed to be her constant defender. It seemed obvious. Ellie was in danger so she stopped it. She wasn’t sure why this was suddenly not okay. “So what! We get hurt all the time, but it can kill you!” Ellie’s voice was rising and she could see her shaking, lips pinching and eyes getting glossy. Her throat caught, a lump forming at seeing the passion and anger in the kid’s face as she adamantly continued to argue even as her voice choked up, “If it bit you, we’d have to fucking put you down. Do you get that? And then I’m stuck with fucking Joel alone and who the fuck is gonna take care of us?” Her eyes lifted to find Joel’s as Ellie shuddered, ducking her head and trying to swallow her tears. His face had softened, some of the anger gone, lips pursed. The look was frustration, exhaustion, sad pulling his lips down. So many times he’d yelled at her to stop being so careless, to stop treating herself as if she didn’t matter, and she had shrugged it off. Because Ellie was all that mattered. If something happened to her, she had Joel and it would be fine because they had each other. They had each other before she showed up and they would have each other after. But there was no mission anymore, no goal to get her to the Fireflies, nothing. There was only life. Living in Jackson together for the rest of their lives. She was still throwing herself in harm’s way though, because even if Ellie wasn’t going to save the world, she was her kid. And she couldn’t let anything happen to her. She hadn’t considered what it would do to Ellie if she was gone. Had remembered her argument with Joel when he tried to pass her off to Tommy. Everyone had left her or was dead. The tears won out and Ellie’s shoulders shook even as she desperately tried to look tough and hold it together. She didn’t say anything, didn’t console her that it would be okay. She just ran her hand over her hair and tucked her head into her chest. Ellie’s arms were a vice as she wrapped them around her waist, a steel band around her body, the flood gates opening as sobs broke through and she cried into her shirt. She only held her tightly, combing her hand over the loose strands of her ponytail and resting her head on hers. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, feeling her shake even harder, “I’m sorry.” Through her muffled sniffles, so quiet she almost didn’t catch it, she heard the reply, “Don’t leave me.” Her heart broke a little and she watched as Joel came a little closer. In that way they always could communicate silently, always seemed to be on the same frequency, she understood the look on his face. His eyes flickered to the kid in her arms, staring at her with a sigh, but looking back at her and giving her a nod. “Do better for her,” it seemed to say. She swallowed hard, pressing her face into Ellie’s hair, before nodding back. “I will.”

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[olderthannetfic]

Hi feederism/ed anon here, i'm just curious about what ethics are considered here, i'm not sure why 'its not a concern bcz things are worse and insignificant' is being said when my claim isn't the opposite or to rally against it but i get covering bases. I think binge eating and food addiction is disordered eating. Anyways with anorexia someone entering the fetish world will enable their ed and same with feederism, imo. Ofcourse everything can be ideally done in a safe way and we need to afford more agency to the people and provide frameworks. Perhaps also you don't see a lot of these my 600lb like shows, obvs very minor cases but i would assume anyone would regret destroying their health due to getting into it eventually and my issue is where does the responsibility for the feeder come in.

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I don't think you see just how much baggage that ask was laden with.

Literally why do you care?

And I don't mean "Why do you care that people harm themselves?" I mean "Why do you care when it's about food and not the rest of the time?"

Tons of kink practices can be dangerous if done the wrong way or done to extreme. All kinksters have a responsibility to think about their actions and make conscious choices.

People with emotional problems of all kinds can get worse in kink spaces. Or better. It depends on the person and is not my business or responsibility as a rando who doesn't even know them.

The feeder is not more responsible than the feed-ee or whatever they're called. If it's a consensual BDSM thing, they both chose it, and they both accepted the dangers.

Why are you treating this as a victim and someone in charge?

Also, frankly, we don't know if a given person gaining a bunch of weight through kink practices is actually all that unhealthy. We know that high weights are associated with bad health outcomes, but they're often a product of an underlying health condition. Sometimes, they're a sign of a sedentary lifestyle, which we know to be massively unhealthy.

Do I think it's probably unhealthy? Sure, but I drink alcohol, and I drink far more tea than the recommended daily level of caffeine. Lots of people do unhealthy things that are part of their culture or that they personally enjoy.

This idea that fatness is uniquely and dramatically unhealthy is very silly.

The kink being rare doesn't make it more or less healthy. That wasn't the point. The point is that because it is rare, you focusing on this is suspicious in the extreme. Why this and not something else?

I don't watch a lot of reality TV, but do most of those My 600 LB Life stars actually get fat through kink?! And if they don't, then why are you making this connection?

On another note, do you actually understand anything about how bodies work? If I entered into some sort of feeder relationship, I'd have to also be bedridden to gain that kind of weight. Genetically, my body just doesn't want to be all that heavy. I fidget it off. Not down to a super skinny size, but down to about my current size. I could gain 50 Lbs, no problem. I could not gain 200 Lbs without a decade and major mobility changes prior to the weight. Even if people are doing this kink IRL, how much are they actually packing on? I don't know, and it seems like you don't either. How can we talk realistically about the dangers if we don't even know what the RL kink community looks like?

If your issue is "I want to be a feeder, but I think I'd be harming my partner", then say so.

Otherwise, this sounds like someone who has watched too much sensationalist media about how fatness is the devil.

[videostak]

am sooo sleepy 2day probably cause yesterday and the day b4 were so busy im still all tuckered out from it. tho i still dont kno for sure if im gonna be good to go tomorrow cause my mom said shes gonna pack at night late probably so ill see how that goes and how my sleep goes in general. if not its no biggie since like she obv has to pack so like thats just the way things are but i do hope i get up in a good mood tomorrow and can go. dont kno if im gonna get coffee tomorrow tho.. guess ill see how im feeling tomorrow morning. still dont even kno what im gonna wear tooo likee im def gonna have to wear shorts cause its been soooooooo hot lately just deadly scorching but dont kno exactly what shorts and shirt to wear... probably gonna look thru everything more later and decide what would be best given the weather and my mood n everything... am starting to wanna wear so many outfits out since i kinda feel more secure n safe abt everything now with the car and just my freedom to do my own thing n stuff like i wanna more stuff out and not give a fuck but ill see cause i am gonna probably be suuuper sleepy a bit in the morning while getting up and dressed and also cold but ill see.. i have a lot of outfits to wear with the shorts sso i have  alot to choooosse from. may end up wearing smthn basic tho like a t shirt with it. def gonna wear smthn with ssneakers tho i think. cause driving in doc martens isnt the most comfortable thing and like i dont wanna take any risks driving tomorrow. only drove with docs the paast two days cause i wanna get ussed to that so that when i drive stick i can switch to start only in sneakerss and like feel lighter driving. lol. but ya also am gonna rn try to do some more organizing of my room so i can rly be tired out by the time night rolls around and just sleep like a baby hopefully. if i cant go tomorrow thats totally fine tho cause like my mom is leaving so like thats gonna be happening and is no biggie. and like even if i dont go tomorrow im gonna be home alone and with probably just use sex toys the whole time LOL. like i rarely get any privacy to use them but since im gonna be home alone for a long time tomorrow ill probably try depending on how i feel and how my breakfast sitss with me :P anyways am gonna go cleaning mode rn i cant believe its already 6 the day legit went by real quick

[istherewifiinhell]

can i offer u a sampling experience of being sad abt the ninja turtles.

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[ID: Cover of a hardcover copy of The Last Ronin. An older ninja turtle in full black garb and eye mask, is seem from behind looking to the side. On his back prominently shown are a bo staff, katana, and a sai, along with less distinct short cylindrical weapons, chains, and rope. END ID]

direct spoilers ahead. obv.

i mean. I know who it is. cause. internet. but it is cool to read and think about, the writing techniques, the visual language, and how their being used to both obscure and hint. so. if u found this post and dont wanna know. last chance. imma just use his name from here.

[ID: Two panels. 1. Mikey wading through knee high muck facing away. He says "Stay behind if it bothers you that much" and an off panel voice replies "Hey-- where *you* go, *we* go. You *know* that." 2. Close up of Mikey's face, he looks grim and says "Yeah. I know." End ID]

Absolutely delicious. Chewing my arm from the get. What could that mean? Who could be speaking. (-> knows this)

[ID: Mikey seen from the front, hes gesturing with a sai in hand and saying "Doesn't matter. The plan *stays* the same. I just need to get from *here*..." Behind him are the less detailed shapes of 3 other turtles, without extra clothing and armament, but with the same black eye masks. END ID]

YOU KNOW??? Ambiguity in story telling and also. Playing in that. Every time u have a new iteration, there can be new rules....

[ID: Mikey in a cautious crouch, arms ready in front of him. Off panel a voice says "How, tough guy? Grab a cab? That's a long-ass *hump*, and a mutant packed head to toe with weapons don't exactly *blend* in." A second voice says, "He's right-- we're *inside* the walls now. Security will be off the charts." Mikey replies "Tell me something a little more obvious. 'Sides, you know the drill..." END ID]

Character voice writing....... im so. Do u have a long standing relationship with these characters, we're gonna use that familiarity. To hurt u.

[ID: The three indistinct turtles with Mikey again, the tallest of which says "Good luck with that." Mikey, who faces away from them says "Luck's got *nothing to do with it. *Do*..." END ID]

(^first time seeing them and speaking at the same time)

[ID: Mikey seen from a low angle, framed with purple light, looking down. He says "What the hell?". Voice 1 says, "Is that... A *human* inside that armor?" Voice 2, "Looks like some kind of cyborg, I think. More synthetic than human." Voice 3, "A synthetic ninja? A stinkin' *synja!* What kind of sick freak *does* that to someone?" END ID]

[Has to take a moment] :')... u know.... my boys. my sweet boys... Anyway. This is one like. Oh yeah I know who everyone is, but if u didn't, there's kinda a fun trap in like. Who do you *think* makes the most puns. Tho safe to say Donnie gives himself away the most.

[ID: Mikey running, sunset city scape behind him, the weapons on his back clearly visible again. One voice says "Smooth moves." and another "Classic-- You *still* can't fly ten feet in a straight line." Mikey with his teeth grit says "Whatever. Shut up." END ID]

Could. Literally any force on earth stop ur brothers from chirping you after u crash a flying techno car. No <3.

[ID: Two panels. 1. Mikey, snarling as he looks at something over his shoulder. His narration boxes read "And now, after decades of murder and death... I've had *enough*." A voice says "Think you just ran outta *miracles*, bro..." 2. A bustling techno city area, with a place for flying cars to park. There are many armed figures around. A red narration box with its text in quotations reads "We've been in tough spots before, but that's practically *impossible*." END ID]

Long standing character trait of Mikey's good luck/belief in positive thinking subversion... also. You know classic comic book with their yellow narration boxes. Well, it didn't photograph so much but Mikey's are, subtly but def, more orange. So. HMMMM

[ID: A shot of Mikey from behind, kneeling in a place filled with pipes and lit a harsh red. Hes taken off most of his extra clothes, but kept the black mask. In front of him on the ground his and his brothers weapons are laid horizontally, and over them vertically, are each of their colourful eye masks. His narration boxes read "I miss my *brothers*. So much." End ID]

[Laying dead on the floor] someone get the sad 'you can't replace a brother' quote.... inconsolable.

Not pictured... by the way, and this gets a little. word. explicit violence and suicide attempt.... hes bleeding out after failing this, you know, last ditch suicide mission, and he takes out his sentimental belongings. (his dads journal too, also not pictured). and... is gonna run himself thru with leos now shattered katana. DESPITE. The protestations of one of the voices. who. he tells to shut up... like. okay. okay.

and just to keep a more casual talk with. spoiler outta the tags where id usually put it: its like. me and bro (who got me this!) both like. well. yeah ofc. last ronin is mikey. everyone knows this. ive seen posts. ask other brother. "is it... Leo?". no. book thats meant to hurt u. michelangelo WAS. a party dude.... now heres the saddest shit you ever did see.

in general. loving this. my fav activity of. like seeing a stories foreshadowing and well. i already know some things/doesnt even seem like they dont WANT u to put those pieces together. just. its interesting for the. I'm already really interested in how each adaption characterizes the turtles. and this is like. okay now put those skills to work. AND, the like. whose he talking to -> oh its his brothers -> are they actually there -> doesnt seem like it -> are they literal ghosts or metaphorical ghosts. which one, another fav topic of mine. two, even if im pretty sure they aren't literal ghosts, i still dont technically know, and THREE. my first turtle media (2018 show) DOES have literal ghosts in it. SO!!!

theres a little more after this in this. issue/volume that i did read,but did not get pics, but like yet more spoiler, he doesn't die in the first issue! lol. and theres some friendly faces, and a very wistfully unconscious guy dreams of a better time scene. (that also uses unmasked turtles to obscure the who's who of it all). I will probably revisit them. but the last page does have the name reveal and a "who are u talking to" like. can u image live reading that. id lose my mind. I knew all that and I still lost my mind.

I cannot BELIEVE i have work when theres being sad abt the ninja turtles i could be doing

[papaziggy-devblog]

Reaction to MC being busted for sneaking off at night and getting caught while smoking the devil's lettuce? (obv. gettin' killed- rules of horror movie survival rule move in packs -and party girls/bois add this up to two sins on the death wish list).

Secondary question: reactions to scary story campfire time? Who's doing what? :)

Harper doesn't mind if you smoke, but he'd insist on coming along to make sure you're safe, even if he doesn't smoke himself (He doesn't really like the smell, but if you offered edibles he'd at least try them)

Gavin would be down to come smoke a little with you! He'd be worried about being caught though

Sophie would more express concern at you getting caught, she doesn't smoke herself since she has sensitive lungs, but she'd ask if you want company so you weren't out in the woods all on your own

Cammi doesn't mind if you smoke, but she will express her disapproval that you snuck some to camp. She won't rat you out or anything, but she says if you do get caught she didn't know anything about anything, got it?

Dante clearly disapproves... he won't say anything but he'll def give you the "I'm not mad, just disappointed" dad look. He'll ask you to check in with him once you're done so he knows you came back safe

Jazz catches you and you're in big trouble, you know that stuff isn't allowed at the camp! You're lucky the campers ended up delayed! Its confiscated and you're on thin ice

All in all, even the ones who aren't happy about you smoking are more so upset that you brought it to camp when you know you aren't allowed to. Outside of camp they don't really care if you smoke or not

As for campfire stories~

Harper or Dante are the ones telling him, while Harper doesn't really like to interact with others he does love a scary story, plus he thinks its funny to see Gavin scared

Gavin is spooked from the get go and Cammi is on edge

Sophie is on the edge of her seat enjoying a good spook

Jazz is on marshmallow roasting duty

[bwoahtastic]

Pure angst so feel free to ignore it.

Max being saved from is life as breeding Omega for Red Bull. He has little triplets, one of which very sickly, and 2 older pups too. The Pack is horrified to learn Red Bull kept him ndwas breeding him and the Pack definitely doesn't trust FIA to take care of Max and the pups and take him in.

Max being healthy but quiet, but very protective over his children and not letting anyone coming close. That is, until the youngest of the triplets, barely a year old, is getting more and more sick, meaning Max asks Daniel, who is on guard duty outside Max's little room to make sure no one tries ro take him back, for help.

Max having to go to the hospital with the pup, with seb going along, and Dan needs to stay and watch the kids with Charles?

oohhh plss!!

Maybe Dan, then racing at Red Bull, hears a little about what is happening and he alerts the others in the Pack, and they get poor Max and the pups out of the tiny apartment he had been kept in. Max having 2 sons of 4 and 6 year's old, as well as tiny triplets, all boys, who are barely a year old. The youngest of the triplets having always been a bit sickly, having problems with his lungs, but its getting worse as winter is coming in again.

They give Max a safe little apartment within the pack house, making sure he has his own space and letting him make lists with groceries he wants. He is very wary of them, expecting to be used for breeding again, but at least they give him food and let him stay with his kids for now so he is quietly resigned to his faith.

But the littlest of his babies is sick and he is just so scared, trying to get them better himself but failing, and just getting panicked as the little one's breathing is getting so wheezy...

Finally, he just stumbles out of his room in a panic and manages to tell Daniel what is going on even though he is so scared of Alphas. And Dan get seb, who brings Max to the hospital with the little one, but the other kids have to stay behind.

Daniel and Charles sitting with them because they obvs cant be alone, and they are scared at first but warm up slowly when Daniel and Charles play gamrs with them and make them food.

Max coming back with the little pup and an inhaler as the pup is astmatic, but luckily fine besides that. He hisses a lot when he sees Danadn Charles with his kids, but they seem happy and unhurt, and it hesitantly makes him relax....

[sergeantsporks]

Fic request! Hunter supresses his anxiety and PTSD at the Owl House, as he doesn't want them to think he is "weak". But one day he ends up not being able to leave the room (maybe there is a party going on?) and he has a full on flashback. As soon as it's over, he runs to his room and starts to pack up all his stuff hurriedly into a bag. Eda, obv confused, wonders what's going on and Hunter has a breakdown (Like Eclipse Lake) saying how she is prob going to kick him out anyways. Comfort follows?

Content Warnings: anxiety attacks, flashbacks, suicidal thoughts

Bam.

Hunter flinched as the kitchen door slammed shut.

Everyone at the Owl House was so loud. And not predictably—they moved in whirlwinds and bustled in and out, and Hunter could never tell when someone would drop something, or fall, or slam a door.

“Hey!” King used him like a ladder, perching on his shoulder.

Hunter yipped, shaking himself. “Hey! A little warning next time?!”

“Whatcha doing?”

“Making a potion.”

“What’s it for?”

“Muting tiny annoying demons.”

“Ha, ha, ha.” King peered at the book. “Sleeping potion? Ohohohoho, who are we knocking out? Eda, so we can throw a party? Luz, so we can draw faces on her?”

Hunter picked him up by the scruff and set him back on the ground. “It’s for me.”

“You? You’re knocking yourself out?”

“It’s not—it’s just to help me sleep.”

“You can’t sleep?”

“I’m an insomniac. And at the coven, that was a good thing, because it meant I could be counted on for night missions, available at almost every hour.”

“Yikes, you were such a workaholic.”

Hunter nudged King with his foot, pushing him out the door. “Okay, out. Out!” Hunter closed the door, turning back to the book. He’d specifically chosen a potion that induced a dreamless sleep—which was mostlywhat he was after.

What if King gets into it?

What if he uses it to knock out Eda or Luz, like he said?

Hunter took a deep breath. No spiraling.

I’ll just hide it so he won’t.

“Oooo soup!”

Hunter jumped at Luz’s voice, flinging droplets of scalding-hot potion through the air. He put one hand over his pounding heart. “Titan, Luz! I’m going to put a bell on you!”

“Sorry.” Luz sniffed the cauldron. “What is that? I think I smell sleeping nettles?”

“Yes, you’re very astute, go away.”

“Aw, thanks.” She didn’t follow his instructions to go away, sitting on the table and swinging her legs. “What do you need a sleeping potion for, anyway?”

“To sleep,” Hunter responded curtly.

“What do you need the potion for, though?”

Hunter set the spoon down. “What do you need to know for?” He shooed her out of the kitchen. “You’re going to make me burn it!”

He shut the door again, leaning his head against the wood.

I bet it’s ruined by now.

Hunter sniffed the potion, then stirred it again, sprinkling in a few more sleeping nettles.

What if you just made a big batch of poison?

A hundred horrible images of King finding it and Eda and Luz ending up dead flashed through Hunter’s mind, and he shook his head, lowering the heat.

You followed the directions.

It’s fine.

“Heeeeeyyyyyy, what’s all the yelling about in here?”

Hunter grabbed Hooty in a headlock as the demon stuck its head on his shoulder, squeezing tight, then letting him go. “Augh—”

“You’ve got some reflexes there, Hunter! You feeling okay?”

No.

No, I’m not.

I can’t even make a simple potion, and who even knows if it would work anyway! Because I don’t have any magic! I can’t do any magic right, I’ve never been able to, and I bet I messed up this, too.

I can’t make a potion

I can’t do anything.

Hunter ran a hand through his hair. “Um,” he managed, “I’m okay.”

Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe, you idiot!

I can’t. I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, IcantIcantIcantIcantIcant—

Hunter turned the stove off in a daze, wandering towards the stairs.

Get upstairs, get away, get somewhere it’s safe.

“Hunter?” Luz questioned as he wandered through.

“I’m okay.”

I’m not, I’m not, I’m not, and they’re going to know, they’ll be able to tell, and they’ll be so mad about it—

Somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice whispered that they wouldn’t be angry.

I’m not okay I’m not okay I’m not okay—

“Kiddo?”

A hand clamped on Hunter’s shoulder.

“Everyone has a use, Hunter. Kikimora has her intricate little plans, the scouts carry out orders, and you… well, the Titan has big plans for you.”

Hunter?

“Everyone has a use, Hunter. Kikimora has her intricate little plans, the scouts carry out orders, and you… well, the Titan has big plans for you.”

Hey, Hunter, listen to me.

“Everyone has a use, Hunter. Kikimora has her intricate little plans, the scouts carry out orders, and you… well, the Titan has big plans for you.”

Focus on me, Hunter, just breathe.

“Everyone has a use, Hunter. Kikimora has her intricate little plans, the scouts carry out orders, and you… well, the Titan has big plans for you.”

Breathe. Like me. In and out.

Hunter squeezed his eyes shut.

“Everyone has a use, Hunter. Kikimora has her intricate little plans, the scouts carry out orders, and you… well, the Titan has big plans for you.”

“Do you know where you are, Hunter?”

“The keep. Where I belong.”

“Hunter, listen to me. You’re at the owl house.”

Owl house.

Hunter shook his head.

“You’re at the owl house, Hunter. Do you know who I am?”

Hunter blinked rapidly. “Eda?”

“Hey—you spaced out. Do you know where you are?”

“Uh—” Hunter rubbed his eyes. “The owl house—sorry—I’m sorry—I just—”

They’re all looking at you.

They’re looking at you, and they’re all wondering what’s wrong with you.

Hunter gestured helplessly towards the stairs, then raced up them, running to his room and throwing the few things he had in a bag.

There was a gentle knock on the door, and then Eda came in. She reached out, then stopped. “Permission to touch?”

Hunter thought about the hand on his shoulder, and shook his head.

Eda’s arm dropped down to her side. “Going somewhere?”

“I’m sorry. I—I’m bad at this, I’m really, really bad at this, and your family is perfect, and I’ll just—”

Eda barked a laugh, and Hunter flinched at the sudden sound. She shook her head. “Sorry. Our family’s far from perfect, kiddo.”

Hunter twisted the strap of his bag around his hands. “I keep thinking things,” he burst out, “I keep—my thoughts go around in circles, and it doesn’t matter how many times I tell myself everything will be okay, and to stop being stupid, my brain just—it keeps going.” He ran a hand through his hair. “And I can’t hear loud noises without flinching, and I jump every time someone touches me suddenly, and I can’t make you guys change how things are just because sometimes I freak out—”

She won’t understand this

You’re not making any sense

Why can’t you just be normal for once?!

Hunter shook his head. “Eventually I’ll mess up so bad that you’ll kick me out anyway, if I haven’t already done that. So I’m just going to go, because that’s the best thing for everyone, right? Right!”

Eda crossed her arms. “Uh-huh, and what happens when you’re out in the middle of nowhere and you have another flashback, huh?”

Hunter threw his hands up in the air. “Then I get eaten by a wild demon, and the world is better for it!”

Eda went weirdly quiet and still. “You don’t mean that,” she said quietly.

“No? I’m a mess.” Hunter’s voice cracked. “I can’t sleep without nightmares, and I can’t even brew a potion, and my stupid brain won’t stop thinking itself in circles, so maybe it would just be better if I just stopped. And then no one would have to worry about me anymore.”

Eda sighed, a long, world-weary sigh, and sat down. She patted the floor next to her, and Hunter slowly lowered himself until he was next to her. “When the owl beast curse first started, I… well, it gets worse with stress. Loud noises would draw it out. And I hurt people when I was the owl beast, I hurt my own father. And… some days I thought that everyone would be better off if I jumped into the boiling sea, and killed the owl beast with me. I was alone, I felt like my family hated me. There didn’t seem like there was any reason for me to stick around.”

Hunter made a tiny strangled noise. “But then Luz would have been eaten on her first day here, and Belos never would have been defeated and—”

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. A lot of good things never would have happened if I’d followed through on that.” Eda shrugged. “And If I’d listened to myself when I was at my lowest… I never would have met you.”

“Now you’re just being sappy.”

Eda snorted. “Maybe just a little.” She shook her head. “The point is, if you listen to yourself when you’re feeling your worst, you’ll probably do something you regret. Like running away. Or… worse. So. Hunter. When your brain starts thinking itself in circles, or you start thinking the world would be better without you, I have a job for you. And if you have trouble doing it, that’s okay, but I want you to at least try.”

“What?”

“I want you to take a deep breath. I want you to count to ten. And then I want you to come find me, and we’ll figure it out. Together. Okay?”

“And what if—what if I do the spacing out thing? Where I’m stuck back in time?”

“We’ll figure that out, too. I’ll keep an eye out for it, and I’ll talk you back here to us, just like I did today.”

Hunter’s shoulders started to shake. “What if I can’t? What if I can’t talk to you, or—or—”

“We’ll come up with something. Mmmmmmmm how about if you feel like you can’t talk to me, or you can’t get me, youuuuuuuuu… sit crisscross on the landing, and I’ll come to you, and I’ll do all the talking?”

“Okay.”

“And King and Luz and I will remember to ask before touching, okay?”

“Okay.”

Eda nodded. “There are a lot of better ways to handle stuff like this. We just need to figure out what’s right for you. Permission to touch?”

He nodded, and she wrapped one arm around it.

“You’re going to be okay, kiddo. I’m going to make sure of it.”

[prof-peach]

My Fennekin recently evolved into Braixen. We live in a city, so I took her to the hardware store to grab a few wooden dowels as substitute sticks. Thing is, while we were there, she found a wooden pole that was as tall as her and insisted on getting that instead of something she could actually keep in her tail. She's been spending all day sitting on it to let the oils in her tail permeate it, and she's been testing drawing it through her tail to ignite the end but it's so big and well-seasoned that she hasn't gotten it going yet. I tried to offer her some more reasonably-sized untreated dowels, but she didn't want anything to do with them. I know your specialty is Grass-types, but do you think I should I be concerned?

hm, unusual, but not too big of an issue.

Ok so if this was me personally? I’d totally start to up this individuals work out routine, do some weight training, and start them working with a psychic type to tap into that energy they usually gain at their 3rd evolution, its there, trust me.

So this individual is trying to do things outside of its current bodies limitations, which is dangerous long term without help, but if i know fire types, they're pretty determined and driven when they have a thing in their heads.  

It’s not well documented, but Braixen and Delphox both fight, and communicate with their respective timber. not only this, those in the wild who can burn denser, sap filled, or heavily treated woods are often ranked higher in the pack. It’s a sign of power to be able to burn something more difficult. Your buddy has ambition! So as to not discourage these lofty goals, weight train, get them STRONG, build up at intervals, don’t just jump in at a high weight limit. They’ll appreciate the help to becoming one with that huge piece of wood, and when they finally master it, they’ll be a force and a half to reckon with!

with increased workouts, up their dinners, more proteins, lots of water, help them to the best of your ability, even if they spend some time in a local gym with other pokemon, while you're at work or something.

Fire types can be driven, which we hate to see vanish, so maybe show them caber tossing videos, and if possible, research to find a good work out routine best suited for their lifestyle and level, and if in doubt, talk to a personal trainer, professor (in person obvs), or maybe gym leader! They can evaluate the starting point, the goals, and give you a safe route to help your buddy get there. 

I suppose you could try to discourage this? But it feels a bit mean to do so, they're trying to achieve more and be bigger and stronger, and I don’t see anything wrong with that ambition when achieved safely.

bonus though, you’ll have a DENCH Braixen. That attack stat would be through the roof with work. 

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Two Years of Darkness

So here we are, two whole years of this sideblog and dark!characters and fics! No one asked for it but it wasn't long until you all were begging for it lmao! (since I haven't updated anything today and might not be able to for a few days, I'm posting this a day early)

Anyway, without further ado, I decided to choose some of my fave AUs for this challenge. There are five prompts under each but I will let two writers claim each prompt (obv I can make exceptions in certain circumstances or if there is a large response.

Now let's lay down the rules. PLEASE MAKE SURE TO READ THEM THROUGH.

🖊 You can write reader, pairing, OC, or whatever you’re most comfortable with. Include all necessary warnings, please and thank you.

🖊 I am mostly an MCU blog but I will accept submissions from any fandom featuring MCU actors.

🖊 You will choose a Prompt from the list below and let me know which one you want to snag! You can do so through this form (PLEASE DO NOT SEND ASKS AS THEY WILL NOT BE CONSIDERED AS ENTRIES FOR THE CHALLENGE)

🖊 When you’ve finished your fic, send me a message and tag me in your fic and include the tag #twoyearsofdark

🖊 All fics will be included in a masterlist that I will include on this blog 😊

🖊 The deadline for this challenge will extend until June 30th to allow for people to plan, etc.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask and I look forward to reading all of your creations!

Sugar Daddy AU

an online hook-up turns into a convenient arrangement

a stranger at a party offers you more than the night

your boss notices you're struggling so they offer you a "special" bonus

your landlord offers you a discount when you come up short for rent

a CEO is looking for a particular sort of help from their maid

Lumberjack AU

you go hiking but get lost on your way back

you go on a get away with your new bf/gf but the trip takes an unexpected turn

a group trip to a cottage attracts a mysterious stranger

you inherit an old cabin from a dead relative but need help fixing it up

you relocate after a bad break up but your jaded plans of staying single don't go as expected

shy!Reader

your father's friend takes advantage when you move back home

your frequent trips to the library attract an equally shy admirer

you're dragged to the club by a friend and end up dancing with a stranger

you're set up on a blind date when you're mother insists you need to get out of shell

you're too afraid to ask for help and someone else notices

Professor AU

your professor offers you some extra help after class

a student works hard to catch your attention

a fellow professor sits in on your class and stays to discuss after

a student feels spurned after getting a low grade

your professor keeps popping up outside of the classroom

Historical AU

a swashbuckler plunders more than coin when they attack an island city

a prince/princess meets their betrothed…or so she thinks

a local merchant is harassed by their leige lord

a servant is caught stealing

a warrior is offered a reward for fighting

Silverfox AU

a family friend makes their long hidden feelings known

a young writer seeks the help of a seasoned author but gets more than they asked for

a neighbour looks for an extramarital distraction

a widow/er picks up a new hobby but has their eye on something more

an online friend lies about their age and their intentions

Mob AU

you move to a new neighbourhood but don't realise the cost of living there safely

you wonder about your bf/gf's late nights and the answer surprises you

your significant other owes a debt and you have to pay for it

after witnessing a crime, you're given a warning to keep your mouth shut

you're caught cheating at the casino and must atone for your offense

Monster AU

mysterious bite marks and inexplicable fatigue reveal a frightening culprit

a night time visitor proves much worse than any of your nightmares

down in the cove, you discover a peculiar creature but its intention are not so curious

an initiation to the pack tests finds you claimed by a member you never expected

a demon presents themselves as your guardian angel

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[seancekitsch]

Ebb & Flow

part 2 for Heat. diego x reader

warnings: angst, hints of diego’s self loathing, low key set in the prize buck universe but obvs not the same reader character, drinking, oblivious idiot love birds, unprotected pre-marital missionary, edgar allen poe reference, corny ass shit

Four days pass, and every day he debates trying to reach out to you. He wakes up in a cold bed that feels empty without you. But he doesn’t; because you made it very clear you did not want to sleep with Diego Hargreeves specifically. He decides to try to go back to what his life was like before you fell into it. Before he fell for you. He tries to pretend that hair pin (which he’s now tucked away into a drawer) isn’t literally haunting and taunting him every second he’s in his boiler room bedroom. It’s hard for him to sleep or function with it in the room with him, like it screams it’s presence as a trace of you. The hair pin is a tell-tale heart of all of Diego’s misguided feelings and how he so severely misread the situation between the two of you. The hair pin is the constant thrumming of his mind telling him over and over that of course you’d never feel the same way as he does. You were a therapist, he was a gym janitor. Of course you’d tire of slumming it with a man that regularly plays crime fighter at night. Diego is constantly reminded of you even without seeing the hair pin because he just knows where he put it. And that address. That damn address carefully written in blue pen on the back of one of your business cards. Would it be wrong of him to still look into the warehouse? You had to have left it for him on purpose, you had to have taken it out of your bag and left it there purposely on the bed; there was no way it could have fallen out of the bag that was on his table and onto the middle of his bed as you were leaving. Diego tries to bury his thoughts of you in vigilante work, tries to stay out late. He succeeds and returns just before the gym opens in the morning. When he finally gets back to his boiler room, Al offhandedly mentions that a woman had inquired about his whereabouts. Part of Diego desperately hopes and wishes it’s you, but he doesn’t do anything about it. You probably don’t actually want to see him. Or it's one of his sisters. Probably just Allison or Vanya. Family stuff. Maybe they had another dad die or something. 

Twelve days later, he finally works up the courage to call the owner of the warehouse to ask about pricing and zoning if he wanted to start his own gym there. He had enough in savings that he could have moved out of his current situation and into a studio like Klaus had, but he wanted to put as much money together for his own gym before he thought of himself. He could sleep peacefully alone on a cot in a gym that he happened to own. The current owner remarks that he had heard Diego would be calling, and says he likes the idea of a gym going into the space there. He thanks the man, and they strike a deal, talk about a title and deed change to be drafted and signed for the beginning of the next month. Diego unofficially owns his own gym now. Normally he would be calling you to celebrate, but instead he dials and hopes the landline at Klaus’ apartment is still connected. Klaus’ partner answers and congratulates Diego, and invites him out to the bar with them this weekend. Diego’s voice declines before his mind can stop himself. Maybe because he didn't want to celebrate with anyone but you. 

It’s fifteen days later, Friday, when Diego regrets not going to the bar with Klaus and his partner. It's Diego, a six pack, and that damn hair pin having what looked more like a pity party than a celebration of a major life event. But maybe that's not the worst thing, now he can focus himself for the job ahead, get a good night's sleep. Well, he would have gotten a good night's sleep, if there weren't suddenly shouting coming from the hallway outside his door. 

“Klaus, I don't want to be here!”

That was clearly, unmistakably your voice. You were outside his door and vehemently expressing that you wanted nothing to do with this place. What were you doing with his brother? Oh, right. Friday night at the bar. He was supposed to have been there too, but he bailed. 

“Well it was either this or you officially become part of my harem for the night”

“I have a home, thank you very much! I could go to it”

“But you left your car at the club, and you live across the city. You’re safe here, even if you are afraid of my brother now.”

Afraid. Afraid. Your opinion of him had gone from disgust to fear. He presses his ear now to the door and can only hear one set of retreating footsteps. Someone is leaving, and if hes right, its Klaus. 

Then he hears,

“FUCK,” a frustrated half-groan, half-scream. He has to admit to himself, even hearing how unhappy you seemed, he missed hearing your voice. He missed you. And you were outside his door right now in the middle of the night. Fuck it, he thought, I’m not missing my chance. 

When Diego opens the door, he sees you sitting on the ground, tight jean clad legs spread and chunky high heeled boot toes pointed outwards. He always loved those shoes on you. When his eyes meet your face, there’s an indignant pout on your lips, but your eyes are apologetic. 

“How much of that did you hear?”

“Enough. C’mon, I’m not leaving you in the hallway.” He opens the door a little wider, enough that he could usher you in, but you don't budge.

“Y’know, i’m not even drunk it's just my-”

“-your rule, yeah, I remember,” You had this rule that no matter what, you wouldn't get behind the wheel if you'd had more than one beer or even one drink stronger than a beer. Always best to err on the side of caution, you’d said. Better to not get pulled over at the very least or kill anyone else at the very worst, and you could handle being inconvenienced if it meant safety. But the fact of the matter is that it's the dead of winter and you live across town. You actually live in pretty close proximity to his new gym. 

“Come in, you can take my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch in Al’s office. It’s two am and you are not walking home looking like that. I’ll stay away from you,” He's trying his best to sound comforting and respectful, but it hurts. It hurts to be inviting you in and knowing you want nothing to do with him. 

“You don't have to-” you pause, as if trying to find the right words, “I’m not gonna put you out like that”

Diego nods, and turns back inside the boiler room, holding the door open, and you catch it, following him. It's just like old times, except it isn't. 

“Here, I've got a shirt and some pants you can sleep in,” Diego’s rifling through his drawers as he talks, worried he’ll look at you too long and seem as desperate as he is. He manages to throw a clean tee and a pair of jogger sweatpants on the bed, two of the only clean items he has currently because tomorrow is laundry day. Diego turns completely around to avoid looking at you while he can hear you changing, something he never would have done before, but there are boundaries now. He can imagine exactly what you look like right now, beautiful as ever and tired, changing into his clothes, just as it had happened dozens of times before. Only before he would have watched in awe and then grabbed you all to himself. 

“You can turn around now, nothing you haven't seen before,” your voice is soft, you don't sound annoyed anymore and he can’t help but feel a twinge of hope at that. 

When he turns around, he sees you've neglected the pants all together. Your bare legs end where the hem of his shirt meets the tops of your thighs and - why the fuck would you tell him to turn around with you dressed like this?

You gesture to his bed, and he sits on it, but you don't. You stay standing, looking more apprehensive and nervous by the second. 

“K-klaus said you're afraid of me now?” Stupid thing to say. Diego’s tired. His insecurities are showing. You're the last person he would want to be afraid of him.

Your face crumbles into something unreadable, but what he would guess is pity or guilt. Which are maybe worse than fear and disgust by his standards. He lets his head drop, suddenly finding his draped hands between his legs to be extremely interesting. 

You shift from one foot to another, unsure of how to answer, but then it comes to you. 

You place yourself in his line of vision, not allowing him to look away as you kneel down on your knees between his own. The sight alone is more than Diego can bear.

“No, no I'm not. I'm sorry you heard that and he said that. Look, I wanted to talk to you, not like this, not right now. I came by last week but you weren't here.” So it was you that had come around. Not his sisters like he had convinced himself. You wanted to talk to him. 

“I wanted to apologize. I-I shouldn't have left like that. I need to explain to you why I left.” He nods, and lets you continue. “I crossed a line. I was wrong. Our arrangement, I know it was like a no strings attached thing, but I started to have strings! I have so many strings. I broke our agreement, it wasn't casual for me. I broke your trust. I had to leave. I couldn't do that to you.”

Strings. You had strings, attached. To him of all people. You broke the rules. So did he. He searches your face, as if there's something to read on your features, and feels your hands slide into his own. 

“I-I-I’m sh-shitty at t-tying knots.” Diego what the fuck was that? He was more nervous than he thought. But you break into a watery grin, understanding the meaning in his words. You nod, and reply,

“I can teach you, if you've got strings to spare.” That was extremely sappy, and he loved it. He had so many strings to spare. He loved you. And he could show it now.

He tugs on your hands to pull them up to his shoulders, and you lean up into it, lips coming together as his hands wrap around your back to hold you tight. He easily lifts you up until he can gather you in his lap and keeps kissing you, over and over and over until you're dizzy. He holds you tightly, not unlike the last time you were in his bed, but this time his hands roam and grasp and touch, exploring you like it's the first time you're doing this. In a way, it is. It's the first time you're doing this so vulnerable and open with one another. You don't have to hide the smile that forms against his lips, you don't have to feel shame in the way that your lips chase after his own when he tries to pull away. You are taking from each other as much as you are giving, and for once you are giving everything.

His hands slide from your back, to the hem of his shirt, to your ass under the shirt. Diego is, at heart, an ass man you remember. He squeezes one cheek, then slaps it. Not hard, just enough to feel the slight jiggle at the contact. He chuckles against your mouth and then continues south, still kneading his hands into the flesh of your ass as his kisses meet the hem of his shirt at the other side, at your neck. You kiss his cheek, his nose, the scar that connects from behind his ear to his eye. Diego takes the time to lick the base of your neck, making you shudder and moan into it before he flips the both of you, surprising you when your back hits the blankets below. Looking up at him, his eyes are full of lust and admiration. 

“You look beautiful in my shirt, baby,” he whispers.

“And you are wearing entirely too much, dear” you reply.

He groans, and it turns into a chuckle as he whips his shirt off his torso, revealing his broad, scarred chest to you, which your hands immediately reach for to pull him back down onto you. He makes no move to remove the shirt covering you, but you think this might be doing something for him. Instead, his hands roam under the shirt again, and tease at the hem of your underwear. They aren't a particularly sexy pair, because the last thing you expected to happen tonight is this. It doesn't matter to Diego, who just pulls them down as far as his arm can reach, letting you kick them the rest of the way off as he fumbles with pulling his sweatpants down. There isn't the usual teasing game tonight, no. You'd spent too much time apart, you are full to the brim with love that even a little teasing would have the two of you spilling and in pain. This is fuck-or-die with no real consequences but your own impatience and need for each other. 

Diego wastes no time gently spreading your legs with a smooth slowness you didn't know he possessed before easing inside of you. You gasp, close your eyes, and breathe, taking a moment to remember this. This is what it felt like to make love. Another first for both of you. His pace, when he finally begins moving, is slow and steady, he's in no rush now that he has you. He’s quieter than usual, opting to just kiss you until he's sure you can read his mind and just understand what he's thinking. You rock peacefully, like a boat on the ocean, cresting waves within you mounting, exhaling with low moans he's never heard from you before. You never thought slow and careful would bring you to climax, but here you are feeling it steadily build and build. Waves now beginning to crash instead of ebb and flow, Diego’s only warning being your moans beginning to rise an octave. The release hits you in an all encompassing mighty tidal wave, leaving you shaking in his arms, holding onto him tightly like a lighthouse to the shore. This was not a white hot explosion, this was the tides coming home. As you subside, you almost feel ashamed at how quickly you came for him, but Diego is close behind you, your body pulling him to shore after you. He comes with a tight, close-lipped hum of a moan pressed against the side of your neck, and stills above you. His body cages yours to the bed, a willing prisoner of whatever Diego Hargreeves had in store for you. Whatever happened next for him, you were along for the voyage.

[karliahs]

“I’ll get the jackets,” Tim says, and hopes it’s something, one more little signal for the thing he doesn’t know how to put into words anymore. If Tim is no longer a thing of easy pleasures, he hopes he can become a creature of effort - of intentional, worked-for warmth.

Jon squeezes in return before taking his hand back, his grip delicate and warm. Tim rifles through a wardrobe for two soft hoodies, paying little mind to who they belonged to - Jon was a known clothing thief who gained power from appropriating Tim and Martin’s jackets. 

By the time he’s shrugged one on and headed out into the living room, Jon is standing by the open backdoor, looking out over the heathers and hillside beyond. He looks dazed, more than anything, finding all that space stretching out in front of him, and Tim can’t tell if it’s loss or gratitude holding him there. A surge of tenderness goes through him at the sight, and Tim almost laughs at himself as he pads over to join Jon. You're going soft, Stoker, he thinks. After all that, you're going soft.

Once again, Tim sees an echo of a place they haven't quite reached: sees himself tugging the jacket around Jon's shoulders like a blanket. Instead, he hands it over and leads Jon outside to the rickety chairs. It's not hesitance holding him back exactly, and certainly not a lack of desire. It's more like…care. Care he never would have needed before.

 He drags his own chair a little closer to Jon's before he sits down, knowing Jon sees him do it, letting him note and process this intentional drawing closer. Tim used to flirt lightning-fast and joyous, instinctual, safe in the knowledge that he could fall a little in love with half the people he met, so what did rejection or awkwardness matter, really? But Jon takes things slowly these days, and Tim is relearning love as a back and forth, as goodbyes and welcomes. He is luxuriating in having time to wait and see what will come of the two of them. The three of them. 

"Martin shouldn't be long," Tim says into the silence.

"It's Saturday," Jon replies, sounding weary but fond. "He always dawdles at the markets."

"I could text him," Tim offers. "Chivy him along a bit."

Jon shakes his head. "You're…it's fine, Tim. I…I need you, too. Both of you." His voice is low and his eyes are fixed on the horizon.

from nothing sweeter than local honey

!!!! thank you for asking!! alright here we go:

“I’ll get the jackets,” Tim says, and hopes it’s something, one more little signal for the thing he doesn’t know how to put into words anymore. If Tim is no longer a thing of easy pleasures, he hopes he can become a creature of effort - of intentional, worked-for warmth.

i will try not to make this self-deprecating because that's no fun for anyone, but this is not one of my most-edited fics so my brain is already yelling SHOW DON'T TELL at me. the last thing i will say on this matter!

so much of this fic was just me thinking about what it would be like if tim got to have an after. any after. what would a good life for him look like that also acknowledges he's been fundamentally changed by his experiences - and knows that himself too, because tim's smart and self-aware

love concrete gestures in place of things you don't know how to say. 'i want you to be warm, i'll help take care of you, we're a team so i will take this if you take that'

'creature of effort' is a little bit harking back to one of my fave quotes by leslie jamison: 'I believe in intention and I believe in work. I believe in waking up in the middle of the night and packing our bags and leaving our worst selves for our better ones.'

Jon squeezes in return before taking his hand back, his grip delicate and warm. Tim rifles through a wardrobe for two soft hoodies, paying little mind to who they belonged to - Jon was a known clothing thief who gained power from appropriating Tim and Martin’s jackets.

i usually try to sort of apply critical thinking before simply adopting popular fanon into my own work but jon sims: clothing thief is GOOD and it can stay

also the small intimacies of living side by side, intermingled clothes, no longer feeling a need to insist on what exactly is mine or yours

By the time he’s shrugged one on and headed out into the living room, Jon is standing by the open backdoor, looking out over the heathers and hillside beyond. He looks dazed, more than anything, finding all that space stretching out in front of him, and Tim can’t tell if it’s loss or gratitude holding him there. A surge of tenderness goes through him at the sight, and Tim almost laughs at himself as he pads over to join Jon. You're going soft, Stoker, he thinks. After all that, you're going soft.

i like little scaps of realism among my h/c to make the comfort even juicier, and so one of the things i nitpick myself on is not having every character just look at the other person and immediately know everything that's going on in their head - which happens partly because describing expressions is hard! so that's why tim can't 100% tell what jon is feeling in this moment

i think jon is actually thinking something like: wide open exposed space in front of me, is that safe? footsteps approaching from behind, even though i know who they belong to, is that safe? do i make myself less safe, provoking those around me, by not totally believing in this safety? do i deserve safety if i can't feel its presence? am i wasting this maybe-safe time by worrying about whether or not i deserve it?

having lots of space in front of them is obvs Metaphorical. they have a future now and that's terrifying and good. what do you do when you're alive and you never expected to be. can we endure it, the rain finally stopped?

tim's thoughts there slip into a more playful cadence - he's making jokes, even just to himself - to reinforce that that hope is still there.

Once again, Tim sees an echo of a place they haven't quite reached: sees himself tugging the jacket around Jon's shoulders like a blanket. Instead, he hands it over and leads Jon outside to the rickety chairs. It's not hesitance holding him back exactly, and certainly not a lack of desire. It's more like…care. Care he never would have needed before.

again in terms of pockets of realism...a lot of times in romance things just Happen, people are just drawn in by the tide of it and find themselves doing perfect romantic things. and that's nice!! but there is something more real and kind of more romantic to me about making choices, building on small gestures, going slow because you care so much about this. you leave and then you come back, and you get them their jacket, and you hope it all says: look, i'm here, i'm trying, let's try

He drags his own chair a little closer to Jon's before he sits down, knowing Jon sees him do it, letting him note and process this intentional drawing closer. Tim used to flirt lightning-fast and joyous, instinctual, safe in the knowledge that he could fall a little in love with half the people he met, so what did rejection or awkwardness matter, really? But Jon takes things slowly these days, and Tim is relearning love as a back and forth, as goodbyes and welcomes. He is luxuriating in having time to wait and see what will come of the two of them. The three of them.

i always really appreciate characters who seem to have a genuine love of people - gregarious, high-charisma people where it stems from loving people in general

in my mind these little concrete offerings show how well tim knows jon, deep down. i would imagine jon as someone who doesn't always pick up on nuanced emotions exclusively communicated through words and prefers when there are actions to back them up, partly because that's the way he communicates himself. 'tim says he forgives me' is a lot harder to hold onto than 'tim brought my favourite berries back from tesco, tim brought me a jacket, tim could have sat further away but is choosing to be close'

"Martin shouldn't be long," Tim says into the silence.

"It's Saturday," Jon replies, sounding weary but fond. "He always dawdles at the markets."

"I could text him," Tim offers. "Chivy him along a bit."

Jon shakes his head. "You're…it's fine, Tim. I…I need you, too. Both of you." His voice is low and his eyes are fixed on the horizon.

lil realism: there are awkward silences sometimes

i don't know how to explain it but it feels so right to me that jon would use the word dawdle. and that tim would say chivy. they're dorks your honour

sorry martin is sir-not-appearing-in-this-fic, in my defence i do not like to write martin because i am not good at it. he's shopping. let him shop

love that jon here is trying to communicate the fact that he cares about them and also has some needs, sometimes. he's trying! he's had time and space in which to get to a place where he can try!

'eyes fixed on the horizon' it's the future and they have one. this whole fic is me going there's a future and they're going to be in it together, that is so simple and yet so huge that you'd need forever to get your head around it

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[justcallmenikki7]

Namjoon: BTS!Twilight!Headcanon

Summary: The first headcanon in the BTS!Twilight!Au! You are getting a glimpse at the pack leader, Kim Namjoon!

Warnings: Slight angst, mentions of death, Namjoon having a little rough patch.

W.C.: 1.2k

Note: Lmao. okay so this is a whole new world to me when it comes to headcanons, so please be patient with me! Once all of the boys are all posted, then my requests will open up and you can ask each member and their imprint one shots and stuff!

So anyways, here is the Pack Leader -> Namjoon

-        Basically Sam Ulely

-        Very firm and serious

-        But can be a big goof whenever he wants

-        The first to transform into his wolf form (hint at sam)

-        Truthfully, he hates being a wolf and in the pack cause he lost every chance of going to college and becoming a philosopher and a scientist.

-        But, once Seokjin changed, he felt better because he had someone who felt the same way. (Quil).

-        Even though Namjoon kind of likes being a wolf since he can transform into one and connect with his inner self and spirit, he hates the thought of killing someone.

-        The first time Namjoon took down a vampire, he cried and wanted to kill himself.

-        Despite a vampire killing a person, and he is against that, he believes that they were made for reason and is doing what their internal self does.

-        But that thought did not last for long once he watched a vampire drain the blood from his baby sister right in front of him to get back at him.

-        After that, he killed the vampire and accepted the fact that vampires are no good and deserve to die.

-        Knowing that there are the ‘vegan’ vampire, he is curious but is still prejudice in a way.

-        He does want to meet them to learn about them, but the angry side of him that holds hatred towards the cold ones still overpowers his emotions.

-        His grandfather has said that they are kind, but that does not mean he trusts them.

-        So when the other six change, Namjoon feels like he could be a ‘normal person’ again.

-        Namjoon kind of has depression, but its mainly from the change and his sister dying. But the pack really helps his depression and since there’s the pack link – everyone is able to check on each other and there is always opened communication.

-        BUT

-        Even with the pack link, they do have the ability to block off certain thoughts that they don’t want everyone else to hear, but since they are very opened with one another and trust each other, they do not see it a reason why to block off their thoughts

-        Namjoon is obviously the father in the friendship (Jin is the mom, obvs)

-        So with his smartness he helps the maknae line with homework

-        Also is very considerate and allows them to focus on their schooling

-        (Has Yoongi Jin and Hope to run borders hfkjdhfdsjfdsocns)

-        (Yoongi hates him for it cuz he prioritizes his sleep)

-        Namjoon also lives with his grandfather, his parents having been killed in an accident when he was 12 and his sister 8

-        Btw, there is none of that alpha crap like with Sam and Jacob – plz, we’re mature here

-        To twist it up

-        Namjoon is the same age as he is in real life, along with the boys

-        But namjoon transforms before everyone else because of his Alpha gene, then everyone transforms in the order of their position in the pack

-        I am so bad at these

Wolf Descriptions:

-        His wolf is Jacobs color and size.

-        His wolfs name is Apollo

-        Apollo only takes over in fights or when he is becoming protective of their imprint.

-        Apollo connects with their imprint through touch and when Namjoon allows Apollo to take over mentally (like fronting with an alter ego)

-        Okay, in a way, this is like a split au, but not

-        You with me?

-        Oh yeah, the wolves are the same height like they are in Twilight. I don’t know how tall that is, but the boys wolves are all taller than you.

-        I am not good at this headcanon thingy, so ummmm, what else do I need to add??

-        Oof, okay, end of this – if more information comes up with requests/asks, ill make a comment at the beginning of each

Imprint Information:

-        As for wolf – it is more intense than it is made out in the actual twilight books/movies

-        You are the soulmate, and you are soulmates with Namjoon and the boys

-        Namjoon, putting it lightly, will die for you

-        (They all would, but we is on Namjoon’s part rn)

-        You are the other half to Namjoon – his equal

-        Literally when he first saw you, he almost tripped over a pebble and face planted into the sidewalk

-        I will make one shots for each boy on the meeting of their imprint (you)

-        Basically, being namjoon’s imprint means being the now mom of the group (Jin is severely salty)

-        Nah, you didn’t get attacked by Namjoon like Sam’s imprint in Twilight, but you did witness and almost get hurt (will be in a one shot)

-        I see as in imprints, the boys imprint on someone who is like them, but their legit better half

-        So, what I mean by this is that you are the saving grace in Namjoon’s life

-        You help his depression by talking and being there for him

-        Such as, you literally calm him by being beside him

-        It helps his wolf and him knowing that you’re beside him

-        Like that mafia reaction I made a while back about you being the boys safe haven?

-        Yes, its like this but 100000x more intense due to the bond

-        When yall fight (which is rarely), the both of you feel emotions way higher

-        Even though he’s an alpha, that doesn’t mean that the imprint is any different than the others.

-        Imprinting in this is the same, even though they all have a different position in the pack

-        Im just lazy and don’t see the need to make any more additions.

-        BUT

-        You are two years younger than him (23)

-        But you guys are literally leaders,

-        The boys look up to you for guidance – especially when they meet their imprints (lmao poor Jungkook and Yoongi)

-        When Namjoon is stressed they come to you because they know that they wont get an alpha look when they have questions

-        THEY’RE VVV PROTECTIVE OF YOU

-        Like, it’s funny

-        Especially the maknae line

-        When you go out when it’s like during the Eclipse era in twilight, and Namjoon is busy with boarders and such he sends Jungkook out with you

-        And when a guy comes up to you

-        PROTECTIVE KOOKIE

-        Basically the boys will be the Hall Monitors on Steroids and will S C A R E anyone (especially male or someone who seems suspicious) who comes up to you

-        The pack make fun of the guys in the pack link

-        You and Namjoon love reading together

-        With the imprint thingy, whenever you and namjoon touch one another, it is like a medicine for you both cause there’s this power thingy where it brings automatic relaxation to the body

-        Pretty dope

-        Wait it’s basically dope

-        *silence*

-        Im sorry im lame

-        Anyways, it is like imprinting in the books

-        It is just … yeah

-        I suck at these

-        ONTO THE NEXT PACK MEMBER

[favvnsongs]

Hey so what is ahead to still waters 👀👀

I - oof even what is Ahead to still waters, indeed, lmfao.

Uhm, so very long story short-ish:

Atsw is the sprawling, all over the place, sometimes a gritty traumatic war drama, sometimes an indulgent opulent space opera, occasionally an uncomfortable psychological horror, more often than not a heartbreakingly tragic and agonizing and tenderly romantic monsterbeast of a catradora(...?) fic that happened when a dubcon chipped!catra/adora pwp drabble morphed into Cry little sister and then that au morphed a second time into Ahead to still waters.

It's @trashcanpunch and I's favorite fic-child and we basically come crashing into one anothers DMs on a constant basis to scream feelings at each other. I mean mostly like angsty feelings as if we're on two different sides of a vicious guerilla war and heartbreaking plot moments or snippets or whatever the fuck are spike pits in the jungle but... yknow.

Lmfao no but uh. basically. Atsw, much like Cls, is the "what if" exploration i guess based on if adora&co had left catra behind after catra had helped to rescue glimmer off of prime's flagship.

(mind you that the backstory "lore" of the universe is only like... 5% canon compliant bc I dont fuck with canon when it comes to aus it's stupid and I dont like being limited like that lmao)

no but uhhh. yeah. without the events of Save the Cat, adora never really becomes she ra again. meanwhile, catra isn't forcibly baptized in the mountain dew pool of doom against her will and shoddy chipped and shoved into the hivemind. rather prime sees how much she's hurting and how much internal conflict and despair she's got in her, and very gently and tenderly and so so so uncomfortably grooms her into turning on etheria. essentially handing over not only everything she knows willingly, but also taking the light willingly, joining the hivemind willingly, but also giving herself over to the war effort bodily in letting him use her physically for the creation of little sister, who is kinda sorta an entirely separate personality? it's weird. that whole aspect is sorta... it hasn't been ironed out yet.

(if any of y'all are familiar with my aus, youll know nothing is concrete and everything is always changing and being retconned lol so things may change but)

catra is essentially given the light rather early? and the light and the chips and the hivemind all work differently than in the show, obvs. and she wants to repay prime for giving her a new home and a place of belonging and a purpose?

(oof and I loooove prime in this au. like. i love him because I have such a love hate relationship with him. and I think that's his entire point?? because he'll Make You Like Him??? and make you trust him??? and it's just So Good. and then you'll be reminded that he's an absolute fucking monster it's Amazing)

no but. so. catra. but also little sister. so like, catra is given the light and she's been relieved of her despair and her grief and her anger and bitterness and pain and all that jazz. she's also done some other shit too but we won't get into that here lol. she's earned her place, so to speak. but she wants to do more. she's a true believer. she has seen the truth and heard it from on high and followed him from out of the darkness with pure blind faith and been rewarded. she has really truly deeply drank the koolaid.

prime basically through some weird process splits her - personality? entire wholeass consciousness?? idek. but there's catra and little sister and theyre two different people but they're not and they have two separate personalities but they dont. and they have different memories and knowledge of things but then at the same time they dont. they share a body and a soul but thanks to chip shenanigans and prime's influence, little sister is intentionally so much stronger than catra, she's the one in control most of the time? and yeah sometimes, though very rarely, catra can shove her way to the front but more often than not prime has to allow catra to be present.

(it's not like she'd want to be anyways. committing warcrimes and whatnot. she's comfy where she is. as long as adora's safe she's okay to let little sister be of service to lord prime's plans. that's okay. as long as adora's okay, she's okay.)

but then yknow turns out prime is getting kinda bored af with the war and the heart of etheria isn't like. he doesnt really want it to blow up the universe bc that's dumb as fuck?? lmao what. he mostly either wants to harness that magic so no one else can have it who Would blow up the universe bc there are much more evil fuckers than Prime out there and they aren't members of the evil version of the space united nations or whatever who are all like "so hey uh what's the deal with basically that giant bomb I guess you were gonna take care of or something...?" or he wants to conquer etheria and her surrounding planets (which is mostly his current plan but etheria is kind of just... being a bitch..) bc he cant really just. leave something like that sitting in what is his backyard now. but either way he's getting really fed up and he's all "alright we're gonna just mass chip everyone fuck it i don't care" or something like that, and then honestly prolly destroy all the runestones or something and then just pack up and see if the planet explodes like a pressure cooker.

but also prime has a bit of a soft spot for catra (I mean its more that that but we're not gonna get into that rn) and shes all 🥺👉👈 do you think mebbe I could go and talk to adora and see if i could convince her to join the light? she might be so happy to see me that she'd say yes?

and little sister and prime are all "lmao this kid" and "oh you sweet summer child, how precious you are. sure, it's worth a try" but at the same time they both know that adora isn't an idiot and that she's gonna put two and two together and realize pretty quick why catra isn't dead and why she has a chip but hasn't been seen in years. and oh gee yeah I mean you've been committing God awful horrific atrocities but sure I'll come with you and join ur cult ex bestie sure ♡•°` so little sister pretty much promises prime that she'll kidnap adora if/when she says no to catra both bc adora is a good asset to have Anyway and bc like it or not she's got a soft spot for catra too, even if she's a spoiled little fuck who gets special treatment.

so adora obvs says no and catra is all 🥺 and little sister is all 😤🙄😒🗡🗡 and so adora gets kidnapped...? politely taken prisoner? ... rescued from maybe being blown up? ... reunited with her ex-bestie who she abandoned to prolly/potential doom? lmao pick one. catra is pouting bc adora was mean and rude even tho catra was so excited and happy to see her again and adora is grumpy and stubborn and impolite and little sister is like "I hate you both So Much" and prime is all "drama! I love it :3"

aaand I gotta go run errands and try to be productive so I guess thats all the explanation you'll get for now.

@trashcanpunch can prolly sum it up MUCH MORE seriously than I can tho lmfao

[raquellmurillo]

After the heist I want Raquel to pack her bag and get some money as Lisbon and leave Sergio ...She should stay with her family in some paradise.Monica will also join her ... They both should focus on raising their children and casual dating with guys..And sometimes Rio , Helsinki uncle will visit them .

That’s actually such a cool idea! I love Sergio and Raquel, don’t get me wrong, but above all, I love consistency lol 

Why not? What if Raquel tells him that after her talk with Alicia, she has realised that because of her love for him, she has neglected her daughter and ruined her future. Because lets face it, if Raquel is on the run, her daughter is too. 

And, I know the show never really mentions this... but Sergio is like... a criminal. I know he’s meant to be the ‘good guy’ and all, but he also goes around hiring, what, the Serbian mafia? (Who are those people???) Has a lot of money, buys a shit ton of stuff on the dark web... If the police can’t track him, the mafia’s running that shit-show can. His wealth isn’t built on an empire of people to protect him.... what is one kid with a billions of euros with no protection, living as an outcast to a criminal organisation looking for easy money? Doesn’t that just sound like a target??? It’s easier to take one person down, than a well built up ‘empire’ of people lmao - okay, if he hid away etc. but not go around making purchases like them army trucks... because as soon as he starts his heist, the people who he purchases those things from are gonna tie the two ends together... If Alicia can track him, what is finding him to an organisation with more hackers than he has??? 

Back to the point, Raquel isn’t the ‘weakest link’, both her and her daughter are ‘weak points’. If Sergio ever pisses off any of the probs very dangerous people he is working with... the main targets are gonna be the people closest to him. Back in the day when he was a petty and poor criminal, well, didn’t really matter. Now, however, things have changed.

Raquel has given her life up to be on the run not only from the police, but like, a large proportion of the criminal world. She is never going to be safe, nor is her daughter. By association she has condemned her family to, well, to some probably not fun situations in the future.

But like.... ignoring all of that.

I totally get you; love is love, I do ship them, but who said their love story had to be conventional; say she came to visit him at the end of s2, told him that she would meet up with him here and there, she would come to live with him, but in 10 years time or so, when her daughter is grown up enough to take care of herself and her decisions won’t impact her. That money might’ve bought Sergio freedom, but the moment Raquel leaves her life for it, its gonna cause her problems, ones which money won’t be able to fix. She’ll never be able to let her daughter go to school without fearing that she might say something, be recognised. She’ll never be able to have the freedom Raquel had when she was young. Her childhood might be carefree playing on the beach, but purely through association she’ll always be on the run from the police, interpol, the other criminals out there who feel like getting a few billions for, basically free, having to take down a person, not an empire. I get financial security, like totally. But its not exactly too great if the price you’re paying for it is your personal security.

And look how much more fun s3&4 would’ve been if Raquel was still part of the police... darn that would’ve been so amazing her in terms of character development, as she’d really have to decide whose side she was on. (obvs with a different plot) - acting as a double agent type thing, to alongside Sergio, make sure no one was hurt etc. 

... she is safer not being with Sergio. If Sergio truly loved her, he wouldn’t be with her. I know, I know, that’s so controversial of me to say, but I’ve seen it been done in masterpiece style on screen. I had never seen a better ship been written even though I didn’t get a single kiss! Both of the characters acknowledged they loved each other but were in an environment in which them being together would end in defo at least one of their deaths. Their love for each other was greater than any sort of sexual desire; keeping one another safe was a priority, even if it required sacrificing (very unfortunately for the audience) the desire part. It can be done. 

Love can be either selfish or selfless; I think, from the way things have been written, Sergio is more Andres’ brother than one could’ve imagined. He loves her, but not enough to resist his temptation, to ruin her, destroy her life, risk her life and her families. It sounds hella dark, but when you think about it, it sorta is. Because it is wrapped up neatly and nicely and Sergio is all cute... because she loves him and goes after him, blindly. Because however much Alicia’s dialogue about Raquel’s taste of men was written to obvs make the audience disagree with her about Sergio’s case..... darn nobody is perfect, but come on. Denver lost his father in the last heist, Sergio’s brother was shot (ik he was dying, doesn’t that make it worse for Sergio tho? The last months with his brother in paradise, lost?) but there’s one hella completely different reaction. And then we have the scene in which Raquel tells him he is just trying to avenge Berlin; does vengeance have a higher value than love? Is the whole Berlin thing not enough for him to be like, “actually, putting people that I love at life threatening risk, really isn’t a great idea”...??? Rio will eventually be arrested, and tough luck, ya know. Why put the rest of his team’s life at risk? idkkkkk His true love for Raquel will be shown in lcdp7 when he plans a heist to avenge her? WHy for the love of god is she in the bank? 

Damn right, Raquel should pack her bags up and finally find a man who is not so willing to harm her. No one said love or the character had to be perfect; I’m a true believer that love requires sacrifices, and Raquel has sacrificed a lot for him... you’d think he’d have the decency to at least not go ahead with the heist ya know. Sergio might be a bit socially awkward, but he’s not fucking dumb. I hate how people seem to think that because he hasn’t had much experience in relationships, he won’t know what he is doing... firstly, when does anyone have any sort of idea of what they’re doing in a new relationship with a new person? It’s all new, and it’s always a learning process ya know. Secondly, Sergio has enough brain cells to lecture Andres about getting married to someone knowing he has very little time... he knows enough to acknowledge that what his brother is doing, isn’t exactly too fair on his wife - which is fair enough; ya know, ‘best three years of her life’ and then she drinks herself to death from the heartache in the year following that? Very hard situation, tbh. Andres is being fucking selfish, but darn, turns out there is something in these genetics...

disclaimer: I still love Serquel, but damn I love my analysis, (I am being very picky today lmao) and if they keep this writing up, they’re gonna keep pushing me to make such unconventional findings. Never before today did I think I’d come to a conclusion that Andres and Sergio are similar in terms of ‘love’... but darn, under the cute dialogues and all the rather radical decisions of the screenwriters point towards very dark threads. 

Saying that, if you’re gonna write something like that, have the balls to actually explore it. Don’t make Raquel the ‘love interest’; consequently follow the choices through and make Sergio the nut job who put her back into the bank. Maybe even write it as him idealising the idea of his love for her... maybe the trap in their relationship is as Alicia said, Raquel idealising these guys, but Sergio also idealising her. 

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37 for the fic writer questions!

Ask meme here

37. Talk about your current wips

This is great I was thinking of listing out everything im working on these days anyway n now i get an excuse. For quite a few of these I cant talk about them actually cuz they are event stuff but imma list em anyway.

(This got long so im putting it under keep reading)

Lets! Categorize!

A) Ready to post!

Here we have my ShinKami bb fic: No Escape (coming out tomorrow) and my DabiHawks bb fic: Red string of death (coming out sunday) - obvs cant say much until they are posted, lets just say that for shinkami we are gettin some horror and dabihawks gets double banger of soulmate au x reincarnation au but like angsty

B) Currently in editing

Pieces for: DabiHawks metamorphos zine, LOV found family zine and villain/vigilante deku zine - since they are zines i feel like its a big no no to talk about them so we goin down

C) Currently writing

A secret santa piece and a piece for todobaku bb - one of these is actually cute couple things and the other is be dumping magic and horror on to a shipping fic again i obviously have a thing for that the more i think about these

D) Currently planing

Shinsou bigbang! (Do NOT judge me for how many events im in) anyway im super looking forward to this i feel like i have such a great idea n mmm we arent even to partnering up yet so i zip

DabiHawks secret admierer au - something i can talk about :0. This was one of my pitches for the metamorphos au n i got attached. The basic premise is: no powers high school au, local bad boy band member Touya is pining hard after straight A good boy Keigo and in atempt to confess his feelings he leaves a love song in his locker. The problem? Dabi is super fucking edgy and so is his song and upon reading it Keigo is 100% Dabi wants him dead. Shennaniganse ensue. LOV is there giving Dabi increasingly bad love advice, Rumi is there mostly to laugh her ass of and then do dramatic reading of the song, im gonna write actual songs for it!!! Anyway just lil slice of life school comedy, im not always about horror and angst belive it or not. Im looking forward to this one it should be fun!

All the beautiful things we are (All the dangerous things we will become) - another chuuya gen fic!! This one featuring Kouyou (n maaaaaybe Kyouka) in some good ol sibling bonding. Set earlier then The suffocating quality of your dying breaths, its basically kouyou taking chuuya under her wing and some good sibling bonding that will probably feature some good ol exploration of gender expression and just kouyou wrestling a brat into a suit. I just want some good chuuya n kouyou n some decent chuuya experimenting with dressing up n darn it ill make it myself

There are a few more that are in my notes as possible ideas but these are the ones im sure ill write so i dont wanna promise anything i wont do

E) On hiatus

TodoBaku murder mystery - my original idea for the todobaku bb, i wanted to challenge myself n write something i never did before but then college slapped me n ye i went back into the comfort zone. I still wanna do this one someday, probably over summer. Basic concept: normal life au, Enji Todoroki is found dead in his bed and detective! Bakugo is on the scene trying to determin did any of the family members, gathered that night to celebrate their mother returning from a hospital, have anything to do with it while trying super hard not to fall for the one Todoroki that keeps sticking his nose where it doesnt belong. Featuring: literally everyone having a motive and Bakugo being done with the family drama, Dabi being in a gang and acting like he owns the place, and ice skater Shouto both too dumb and too smart for his own good. We will see does anything come of it.

Season of rain - omegaverse light fic where i, an asexual, look at a trope purely made for kink and go 'what if for me tho?'. I call it light cuz i wont be writing any sex but u know me its heavy on angst. Featuring: Deku squad as a ship, omega sho n izu, alpha uraraka n beta iida n tsuyu. Dealing with such topics as: postpartum depression, sexisam, fear of alphas, arranged marriges, pack dynamics, betas having an actual role and importance, maneging poly reletionships, me harping on about how ideal number of parents is actually more than two and that if there were three genders standard reletionships would be expected to be a x b x o not just a x o. Aka me putting way too much worldbuilding into a kink trope. Basic premise: seeing as shouto turned out to be an omega, instead of training him to be a hero enji signs him of to enter a quirk marrige when he gets older just like rei. Years later shouto has just gotten out of a divorce and with a whole baby in tow is taken in by dekusquad. Hurt comfort ensues as they slowly work shouto into their dynamic and make him feel safe and loved again. Honestly i just want to give this one more time n attention that i have rn so its waiting for summer

Ashes to ashes - a dabihawks (maybe) post war au fic that was supposed to focus on Dabi facing what he has done and who he has become and the almost imposible process of changing yourself for the better when you spent all your life chasing one thing, on one side and on the other; Hawks recovering fron trauma caused by almost being killed, dealing with his newly growing wings causing him pain and being afraid he'll never fly quite the same again and trying to find connections among other heroes just cuz i say he needs friends. Both of them are dealing with very mixed emotions about each other and they work through them seperatly and together, trying to set everything that happend into a perspective and figure out where to go from there. I havent decided do they actually get back together or not by the end of it all. I was planing this and then hori dumped dabis crazy ass on me n now im mostly waiting to see what he does with him so i know what to do with him in the end, smh hori making my life hard :/

[echotovalley]

so because I’m taking a writing break but still super needy

I figured I would post this outline for a pokemon au that I’m never going to write. it’s basically notes from a conversation I had back in early 2018? Imagine my surprise going back now and realizing this might read much like Detective Pikachu - cubone is just my favorite pokemon

***before we get into anything please know that while I play pgo and I’ve learned LOTS of new pokemon, I’m still the most familiar and attached to the og 150 + 1. I also probably get a lot of canon pokemon rules and history wrong but my heart is in the right place

reblogs appreciated! | come talk at me about your thoughts or literally anything

premise: keith might not be a pokemon person

but pokemon are definitely a keith person

- for unknown reasons keith docks in cuba, he's kind of just been getting work and moving moving always moving because one place never works out for long. pokemon are everywhere but it's not his thing.

it never happened for him besides why would he make an animal be saddled with him? there's no stability there. and again, he's always moving. through so many different regions.

he doesn't have the heart to yank a sandshrew onto a barge across the atlantic or a charmander up the northeast coast of the US. he can barely take care of himself. and it's weird by now. to not have a pokemon by now. they were everywhere and so normalized.

they were part of everyday school curriculum and even in hospitals and rescue stations. which is another reason why he never stayed in one place very long because not having a pokemon didn't incite people to trust you.

bc even team rocket (team rocket still sounds so much better than team galra but team rocket is the galra) had pokemon that bonded and trusted them.

he gets a room and some horrible job on the coast and basically just gets by. tries not to cause trouble or get caught or encourage rattatas or a caterpie to follow him home because they could still smell half the lunch he didn't eat tucked in his bag

- i'm plotting by the seat of my pants but what really kick-started all of this was the thought of Keith finding a wounded cubone in the middle of the night.

it's too dark and raining to tell what animal or pokemon attacked it or if it was a person that fractured the skull he wore enough for a piece to break off along the jaw

the cubone sustained a mean looking scrape to its face and this is not what keith needs right now but he can tell the cubone's crying and kind of just accepted what's happened and it keeps pawing at the missing piece in the skull and keith may not actively interact with pokemon but he doesn't hate them and he still has a heart.

he's docked in cuba and his spanish just gets him by to get food and money and not anger anyone

he didn't think the barge's docking region through all of the way so he's got a cubone to help with rudimentary spanish that sucks on the best day but he's going to try and get the cubone help

he starts rushing through streets and people's yards because he could have swore the town had a gym he passed but in the dark and rain it takes him a full hour to find the gym.

- duh it's closed but he's at least going to bang on the doors and hopefully it's going to set off an alarm or something

the police will show up or someone will be able to take the cubone where it needs to go. his hand is numb from knocking as hard as he could before the door is whooshed open and someone is spitting rapid fire spanish like venom and he thinks he manages to get out that he can really only speak english and shoves the cunbone into their hands.

before he knows it, he's being yanked by his collar into the gym and down hallways and finally into the blinding lights of the pokemon center on sight.

there's more spanish and faces that look so similar that its clear it's a family that runs the gym.

- beep beep guess who's family owns and runs the gym

the pokecenter is actually a rehabilitation center founded and run by the McClain family for several generations

he gets questioned after the cubone is taken back behind the doors and it takes someone repeatedly snapping their fingers in front of his face to get him to come back to the conversation.

his name's keith, he's from the US, he just found the cubone - no he doesn't know if it has an owner, doesn't even know if it’s wild or if it has a nearby pack or how it got hurt or how long it’s been hurt.

but keith,

keith is his name and he can at least answer that.

he stays there over night and finds out that Marco is the one that answered the door. Veronica is the one to actually examine him because he looks like he's about to pass out.

their mother is the one to assure him the cubone would be fine - her daughter Rachel attends to injured pokemon and gets another son Luis to show Keith to a room in their house and keith passes out the second he stumbles to a bed.

- in the morning, when he goes to the bathroom and is in the middle of washing his hands, another son is banging on the door for Marco to get out of the bathroom and that's the first time he meets lance

when Keith yanks the door open he tells him to freaking stop because he's clearly not marco.

an older man, probably come to break up a fight, stops and blinks at keith before shouting over his shoulder about not remembering having or getting another kid (arthur "and who are you???" weasley style)

(our boy Lance has a minor panic about the cute random guy is his bathroom at 8 a.m.)

Keith gets shoved down at a table covered in food for breakfast and can't keep up he definitely has a headache and is ready to throw himself through a window when he's asked about his pokemon and if they need help too

he doesn't have pokeman and never has had one and isn't really interested and this family has centered their entire lives around it

- he sees the cubone again, in recovery and it paws a little at his hands in thanks

over the next few days, he stays with them and somehow gets roped into doing chores around the facility and given an assigned seat at their table for meals and he's just T H R O W N

they literally have an arbok taking a nap in a hammock in their backyard and a pod of seadras in an olympic pool in the gym just hanging out (doing little races between each other or chasing each other)

a vulpix he learns belongs to one of the McClain siblings (Rachel) sunbathes and sniffs at his feet while he’s working in the yard

and there's a persian destroying blinds in the living room window and a charizard in the kitchen

and some random small children he learns are marco's are throwing or shooting across the floor fridge magnets as a game with a magnemite

- begrudgingly on McClain’s part, keith’s assigned to Lance for being shown around the rehab center

lance takes him to the beach and out into the middle of the ocean on a boat

Keith: "this is where you feed me to a gryados"

Lance: "close"

and a freaking L A P RA S pops up out of the water and clicks at lance and makes little waves in his direction and they do a damn forehead touch he's crazy this is crazy

Keith: "YOU HAVE A LAPRAS???!!!!" - because even keith who doesn’t do pokemon knows what the heck a lapras is

Lance "I don't have a lapras. Nobody owns her. We just give her her room and protect or heal her when she needs it"

- the next few weeks see lance having to admit keith isn’t so bad and that just because he doesn’t have a pokemon, it doesn’t mean he actively dislikes them

the cubone is attached to keith - despite his bad attitude, lance says

this is the initial thought that kicked this off: keith asks if they have a 3D printer and once the cubone's injury is fully healed, he makes a mold for the missing piece and fits it in place

lance denies crying

"you've done one (1) good thing, kogane"

- then the real plot kicks in when the lapras is captured and taken from the beach by team rocket

lance blames keith because of the timing, because of keith's vague answers on where he's from, why he has no friends or family, no pokemon

insert painful, raw, yelled, "I TRUSTED YOU"

keith convinces him he's not part of team rocket and the main story starts where lance and keith leave to go after the lapras and return her to cuba.

- before they leave, rachel throws a pokeball at keith "i think your cubone might like this one"

and lance's eyes get huge because he knows what it is and then a pokemon is coming out of the pokeball

and it's a marowak

the cubone very carefully and slowly approaches her and the marowak just watches and waits. the cubone brushes its bone across the marowak's foot and then approaches and okay keith's eyes definitely water as he watches this marowak kind of take in the cubone.

(THE CRITICAL HIT COMES WHEN THE CUBONE EVENTUALLY EVOLVES. I like to think maybe through poke-magic the skull fixes itself when he evolves and the cubone hands the 3d mold back to keith and gets keith to put it on a chain safe for his skin to wear the 3d mold piece still)

- obv they get the lapras back,

they find out keith's mom was a double agent ofc for the team rocket faction that took the lapras

they meet hunk and pidge and allura and coran and romelle and others along the way to take down team rocket because what’s a pokemon au without the power of friendship

- keith and lance wait at the airport in cuba

it's for shiro, he had let keith travel because he saw that keith needed to find room to grow and find who he was

obviously keith is not 10. he and lance are 17.

anyways he rushes keith and pulls him into a big hug and tells keith how proud of him he is

the first thing lance tells shiro is about the time keith almost stepped on an exeggcute and how they chased him

or the time he almost sustained a skull fracture from a taurus and the time a seel thought keith was its mom

there was also that time with a magby-

keith: “OKAY LANCE WE GET IT THANK YOU”

BONUS:

keith being mildly terrified of the pokemon hanging around the McClain properties

Lance: "if you want to lay in the hammock just move him"

Keith: "just move him?! it's an arbok not a lap dog"

a nest of torchicks gets laid in the backyard and follows keith for two days after they hatch and lance laughs so hard he cries because keith can't shake them and he winds up tripping and they all jump on top of him

keith might not have been a pokemon person

but pokemon are definitely a keith person