#ronin oneshot

[lav-is-writing]

Bound

Warnings: Slight Yandere Ronin, soulmate trope, ending line is a bit cringe just a warning, short because I was rushing to get something out

notes: Sorry everyone! Coming back strong with Ronin content :p Don’t hate me please-

Your soulmate was a serial killer. 

The thought alone sounded like something a crazy person would say, yet it was true. 

Your red string, looping around your finger and connecting you to him. 

His eyes fixated on your face with a lazy smirk that makes your heart race- No. Stop it.

Standing in the middle of the hall, the sudden closeness of everything made you feel sick. The texture of your clothes felt wrong, your palms sweaty as you avoided the man’s gaze. You had only found him through a server, one filled to the brim with serial killers, old and new. Some were classic ones whose stories have long since been forgotten, others having just now gotten reported to the police.

And yet, and knew them.

You knew them as friends, as people who were there for you if you needed help. Turning them in wasn’t an option.

Now? One was your soulmate.

The person who was supposed to be yours, who was supposed to match you perfectly. How could your perfect match be a murderer?

“What’s wrong darlin’?” Ronin asked, eyes trialing up and down your form. “Don’t like your soulmate?”

Sparing a glance at his finger, he clicked his tongue. He moved his finger, pulling the string as if it would snap then and there. 

Much to Ronin’s delight, you winced at his movement. You stared both in fear and curiosity as he drew closer, stopping once he was directly in front of you. His hand darted for your wrist, pulling you closer to him. 

Gasping against his chest, the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears. “Let go of me-“

“I don’t think I will, darlin’.” A low chuckle came from him. “You know what . . Maybe you are my soulmate.”

He ran his hand through your hair, ignoring your attempts to make him move.

“A perfect little angel for the devil to taint.”

[f0urz0mbyz]

꙰ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭'𝘴 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 (Ronin 'Good' End Oneshot)

You did what had to be done, didn't you? *+:｡.｡　☆　｡.｡:+**+:｡.｡　☆　｡.｡:+**+:｡.｡　☆　｡.｡:+*

Ronin made me do it.

It was such an easy escape. Ronin made me do it. It wasn’t a lie, was it? In the moment, you could feel transparent hands guide yours to Ronin’s. The hands helped yours grip around the knife. Phantom whispers danced in your head, pushing you forward. 

‘Stab me, darling. It would be so easy, so quick. It’s not like I’m the Devil, after all.’ 

Your hands trembled as you responded to the hell-bent Angel.

Ronin made me do it.

The Butcher smiled at you through crazed laughs when you had fallen for his spell. Your first kiss as lovers was poison. It tasted of metal, love, death and decay. When you love the rot, it eventually infects you. 

‘Consider this a courtesy. I’m going to kill you.’

The harsh pink text floated in your vision as your thoughts drifted. She was going to kill you, sending you to join the rot. The distinct pop of white pulled you back to your screen. An exclamation point next to a name that could not be active; goreboy, the recently deceased. Your hands shook as you scrolled through the messages. The decay started to root as you conversed with the remnant left behind. A remnant left to torment you after you had fallen for the rot‘s allure. 

You are predictable, after all. 

As hours floated out of your mind, the thoughts of Ronin didn’t. The pressure of hands would be felt on your shoulders, the whispering voice of teasing comfort flowing into your mind. You played along perfectly, Darling. He had said it himself to you and Angel. You were to be his ‘Make-A-Murderer’. His work of art, his muse. He had given you everything you ever wanted and he would be getting his reward. With everything given, something must be taken.

Ronin gave you his time, his attention. He gave you a muse, a perfect protagonist, a lover. Now it was his turn. He had been given his perfect little serial killer, a lover, and now he was going to claim what was left. 

At least, that’s what the decay desired. In the corner of your eye, in the reflection of your mirrors, he was always there. Angel never came, and soon, you never left. Your single-home became the home of two; the decay and the rot. He was always with you cooing from the dark corners of your mind; watching and whispering from the shadows. Your bed became your safe space, curling into a safe cocoon. He wouldn’t bother you here in the warmth of safety. 

Unfortunately, no fortress lasts forever. Eventually, small cracks form that can be exploited. His false weight on the bed shifted the cocoon, destroying the safety. His hands crept up to your face, bringing your attention to the apparition in your bed. 

I gave you everything you could ever want. Now, we can have that forever. Aren’t you happy, Darling? 

Ronin leaned forward, cold lips placing themselves against your own. The final kiss of a couple should be filled with sadness of departure and nostalgia. This wasn’t the end, it would be a new beginning. In this, the rot of the first kiss had strengthened. Venom and suffocating love consumed your senses. He hadn’t lied to you. You had gotten everything you wanted. Love, a great story, and now, you’d have a fantastical ending. However, there was one thing he had lied about. 

He truly was,

The Devil.

~ a one shot by f0ur-zombyz

[serial-killers-hope]

Could you do a thing for ronin with a partner that’s transmasc but dresses really fem and feels really insecure and like they aren’t an actual guy because of how they present?

(totally not projecting shhhhhhh)

Ah, well. I’ve been planning this for quite awhile actually… well, I suppose you wouldn’t mind some of my work again. ~ DP

CW / TW :

- Gender Dysphoria

- Running / Intrusive Thoughts

- Anxiety

SPOILERS FOR KILLER CHAT

Enjoy.

Petticoats and Blood.

You stared at the coord you had made yourself for the next day. The mannequin sported your petticoat and purse for the next day. Dressing pretty and very nice was your forte after all. Even if it did garner unwanted criticism from so-called “normal” people. It made you happy to dress in frilly skirts, ruffled blouses, cute bonnets. The works for your average sweet style that everyone either loved or criticized ( for whatever reason… )and it made you question whatever was going on through their minds as well.

You hesitate for a second, hanging up the dress and putting away the jewelry for the night. Until your phone pings with a notification and ultimately throws off your insecure thoughts for the moment.

You pick up the phone, eyes narrowed as you stared at the text that the man you who had fallen for ( which you questioned why Ronin had put his name as “ Thy Divine Devil “ ) spammed your phone.

goreboy : darlin’

goreboy : come On. im bored and I want to see Your Pretty mug :)

You frown a bit, the word pretty sticking out like a sore thumb. In all honesty, you never bothered to correct him so how would he even know? All he knew was your identity change and your identity struggles. He’d help with the process, buying you your binder was a plus you didn’t know you needed and a man who knew how to inject testosterone to satisfy your euphoric needs?

Double whammy.

Ronin kept spamming, your frown evident as you shot him a text with a exasperated sigh.

[ User ] : What’s up? :)

You watched as his username popped up and slowly typed. Your impatience grew as you planted yourself down onto your bed with a quiet tap of your foot. Nose scrunched as your dysphoria feuded with your mentality. Hands gripping your phone as his message came through.

goreboy : can’t I just try to See You?

goreboy : But nahhhh, i’ll keep you updated when I see You :)

goreboy : i love you darlin’. keep Your Head up.

Your heart clenched as your throat tightened with a gentle tug of your vocal cords. Your voice didn’t even want to leave as you opened your mouth to say something into the random void of your goddamn room.

“Damn…”

You muster up the word, immediately jumping up to get dressed into some random clothes you had strewn about. Eyes alert and teary as you shrugged on some hoodie that Ronin had gave you some time ago. It’s material plush and gentle on the body. Black in color with a skull on its front.

It honestly screamed Ronin.

Your hand traced the pattern, sighing as you slipped on your shoes and grabbed your keys.

You usually dressed up, even for something simple as this ( meeting Ronin at his usual alleyway ) and even doing a minimal amount of makeup. But you shrugged off the heavy feeling, the dysphoria practically screaming as you got into the car that Ronin had fixed a few months prior to your ‘accidental’ meeting.

You parked a few blocks away from the spot, scrambling out and locking the car before jogging to the alleyway. Your eyes darted around slightly as you made your way down the pathway. Eyes drifting to a specific brick wall that the two of you had met at.

“… huh?”

Ronin slumped against the wall, grinning as he noticed your steps.

“Hey darlin’… how are-“

He cuts himself off, his eyes drifting over your body with a furrowed brow and a small frown which was immediately replaced with a smile.

“Lazy day?”

“You can say that.”

Ronin obviously wasn’t satisfied with the answer, arms crossing as he approached and looked you dead in the eye. Noticing the redness, the puffy texture around them, and the fake smile you usually pulled on bad dysphoria days with a subtle grunt.

“What’s wrong?”

You shift a bit, rocking on the heels of your feet as you shrugged slightly and looked away. Your brows furrowed a bit as he leaned to meet your facial level.

“Nothing… just a bad dysphoria day.”

Immediately, he scowled. His arms suddenly wrapping around you in a comforting hug as he whispered nothing but affirmations to you. It made all the pent up emotions in your body spill out onto the floor. Soft sobs and quiet chokes escaping as you reciprocated the hug and sobbed into his chest.

“I’m not normal, why can’t I be normal…”

Ronin sighs, pressing a gentle kiss against the top of your head. His warmth, inviting and comforting as he whispered into your ear.

“Were we ever normal?”

[grumpymirelurkqueen]

- A request for ​​@rlking27 (i hope you like it)

- Summary : Ronin owes a debt to one of the groups of thugs he works for from time to time. In an ambush when he has no strength, a young man manages to help him. But who is ?

-Note : This is my first english one-shot

-Word : 2k+ Never ask me about Ronin or I'll go away TT

- /!\ Warning /!\ : violence, dead mother, traditional family, debt, young pregnancy, sad ending because i'm a professional at it

卂　千卂ㄒ卄乇尺＇丂　尺乇Ꮆ尺乇ㄒ

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The evening was cool, as usual for February. The lights in the Ninjago City shops went out in turn. But one noodle sign in particular remained lit. Its mythical sign "Welcome to Chen's Noodle Restaurant". At this late hour, the calm and happy customers no longer paid any attention to this sign. But a completely different kind of customer does.

The restaurant is quiet. Everyone was eating noodles in an eerie silence. No one was talking, just the sound of conveyor belts serving food. The sound of mouths and chopsticks rubbing against bowls filled with noodles. The most stressed customers stared at everyone else. In its darkest hours, this restaurant resembled a western saloon. Everyone stares at each other, as if for survival, but no one moves. According to them, they are far too precious, even for petty criminals.

While everything was going well, much to the delight of the owner and certain customers. The calm quickly became a chaotic mess. A group of men entered the restaurant, under a dish of disgusting words and a list of incomprehensible words. Their voices echoed throughout the restaurant, breaking the religious silence. The five men walked towards the last free table. Away from suspicion and icy stares. Although their path to this table had not gone unnoticed. Each of them had made quite a mess of the tables they occupied. Spilling bowls on faces, sticking wooden chopsticks up noses and incestuous taunts. The only ones who tried to fight back were laughed at by five mad men. Nothing could stop them, they said.

The most dominant man in the group, which can be "a leader". Strides in like a peacock ready to woo the lady. Slumped on the counter, in a flirtatious pose straight out of a cheap movie. He begins to speak in a suave voice, a little exaggerated.

"Hello my sweet ladybird, still working here," he asks with a flirtatious smile under the mockery of his comrades. "Shut up," he whispers aggressively, before turning back to the redhead.

"You're blocking my carpets and the customers aren't going to be happy," she said without much interest in her charming act.

"I know that deep down you love me, just as I love you."

"I swear if there's a single piece of my noodles on the floor it's you and you're four funny guys who polish it until it shines, the dry tone echoes in the ears of the evening's regulars, this is going to end badly."

"My ladybird has a fiery tongue, but what about in bed?" he asks with a perverse smile that could make any man or woman vomit.

That question was the last straw in Skylor's patience. In anger, his hand rose and fell with a dull sound, echoing through the restaurant. As if it had been the only sound for five minutes. Leaving everyone satisfied but scared of what might happen next. A red mark forms on his face. Anger and surprise read on his face. As he raised his head to face the young woman's act of bravery or stupidity. Deep laughter filled his bloody, ashamed ears. Turning back to the voice, he saw an old friend. At that moment he thought that if he couldn't hit a woman, why not a bastard who owed him money. A lot of money. A sadistic smile spread across his face, still red with shame. So his henchmen quickly understood the following pattern.

Not forgetting the affront she had just given him. He turns to her and threatens her openly.

"One more time and you'll be a ladybird without the red".

Like a tidal wave the whole previous episode has been swept away. In his brain the only thing he wants is to take this man down and get his money back. This man was only a few steps away from him. But anyone who was there can tell you that he would have walked forever. While he was just sitting on the counter eating noodles, an ordinary citizen. Like a predator he approached him and grabbed his prey by the shoulder wearing his orange armour. A smile that could make a grandparent's wallpaper peel off.

"Ah," he exhaled in satisfaction before resuming, "My good old friend Ronin," he said, increasing his grip on him."

"Tidus, it's been a long time," he said, concentrating on his bowl, "how's your last girlfriend been since we knew you were getting laid."

The man had a sneer at the edge of his lips, which he could easily hide under his hat. But the man he was talking to laughed yellow. He winced in displeasure before answering.

"She left just afterwards," he admitted in a low voice to avoid any further embarrassment.

"I already knew that, before you told me, she came back to me, her grin turned into a toothy grin, maybe you should have looked after her better," he said before cracking a low laugh that didn't go unnoticed by the blond Tidus.

One joke too many, one minute too many wasted listening to that idiot. he said before gripping the back of his head firmly. His hat had fallen to the ground, revealing his smile and his new face. This surprised Tidus, Ronin now had a camera over his right eye. He didn't know what it was and he didn't care. He found a way to persecute him a little.

"Ronin, ronin, look at how ugly and bitter you've become over time. The money I lent you wasn't enough to make you beautiful again," laughter could be heard behind Tidus, who was pleased with his remark.

"Money, loan," he repeated like a holy prayer full of venom.

His eyes went wide with fear and a nervous laugh came from his mouth. Tidus reveled in the sound of fear to inflate his ego.

Without thinking Ronin threw a tray of sushi from the conveyor belt into Tidus's face. Surprised, he dropped his skull, removing the rice from his carefully prepared outfit. Meanwhile Ronin had already taken off running towards the exit door. But he was stopped when his head hit the counter and the conveyor belt. This made him turn towards his attacker, who was none other than one of the four members of Tidus's group. His nose bled, but it wasn't broken. Fortunately, he said. He needed more, even though he was no longer young. Meanwhile, his attacker had already launched him towards the wall to his right. Head first, breaking his new detection module. Money down the drain. Ronin could do nothing more, too stunned for the moment.

Her legs gave out on her, like the traitors they are. Leaving his helplessness as a spectacle for the others. While his brain is half disconnected, he feels his body being lifted up by his arms. No one moves a toe, not even Skylor. She'd always said that she never wanted to have any problems with settling scores. He was dragged through the streets of Ninjago City. Once they reach a small alleyway, away from prying eyes, they toss Ronin like a sack of potatoes. As if he was worthless. As he tries to stand up to regain a modicum of ego. He was quickly dealt blows by the four men. Making him fall forward once again, he quickly positioned himself to protect his stomach, as well as himself.

Five minutes passed, but Ronin felt as if it had been going on for an eternity. Punches, kicks and spitting on his screwdriver, as well as insults. Meanwhile Tidus watched, smoking his cigar. It was like a film. He couldn't take it any more, his body couldn't take it any more, but his brain and his dignity said otherwise. Just when he thought his ordeal was over, his battered body ended up on its knees. Facing Tidus, to see the masterpiece, "His masterpiece".

"So you thought you could take my girl and my money without any trouble," he said, taking a drag from his cigar, "don't answer, it wasn't a question. For days I've been dreaming of getting my hands on you and making you eat my boots."

His screwing hit the ground hard, as Tidus' foot used all its strength to immobilise him. His body could do nothing, too ruined for the moment. Seeing no reaction from him, the man above him sneered, his hiss of pain his only response. Tidus sucked in a little of his cigar, blowing all the smoke into his face. Ronin didn't even react, too used to the cigar or his brain had stopped working. Tidus could see he was tired. Blood was dripping from his lips, nose and the top of his head. The only thing he wanted to do was make sarcastic comments. But he didn't do that to avoid making his current situation worse. Ronin was in a bad way. But did he get what he deserved?

"Tidus brought his cigar close to Ronin's face. A survival instinct suddenly returned to his brain. He moved like an earthenware glass to get out of there, but the force above him was far greater than he was. What an idea to drink alcohol just before going out to eat. Out of the corner of his free eye, he sees the cigar a few centimetres from his cheek, and can feel the heat it gives off. Accepting his fate, he closes his eyes, anticipating the pain.

"Let him go," asks a voice a little further down the alley.

"Why should we listen to you?" asks Tidus, almost laughing.

Ronin could no longer keep his eyes open. His brain wanted to slap his body to stay awake and run away. But he couldn't. In what seemed like a fight, Ronin fell asleep. Ironically used to it.

It was only a few minutes later that his body received a tingling sensation in his face. Afraid of what it might be, he grabbed the wrist in front of him. Startled, the young man stepped back, falling onto his buttocks. With a glimmer of licidity, Ronin realised that he couldn't hurt him. Releasing his red wrist, he picked up the bottle of alcohol with his other hand.

"What's that," asks Ronin suspicious of the bottle's container.

"It's disinfectant," said the young man still sitting dumbfounded at his rude awakening.

"Why is it marked hooch," he asks, pointing to the label.

In embarrassment, the young man replied "because it is". Thanks to this answer, he could hear Ronin laugh for the first time. Which had been rare for years. Ronin quickly brought the bottle to his mouth and, without thinking too hard, began to drink. But he spat it out as quickly as he could. The taste was very bitter, at least not in the usual way. Seeing how bad the bottle was, he threw it into the street. With the sound of breaking glass echoing throughout the street.

"You don't have a relative," asks Ronin, watching the liquid escape from the shards of glass."

"Er, it's complicated," admitted the boy, looking at the ground sadly.

Ronin could see the sadness in her eyes. A ball of empathy formed in his stomach. He himself had little contact with his parents. His mother died a few years after he was born and his father only saw her as a weakling for the forge. He never knew if he had a brother after he left or if he had an uncle. To be honest, as he got older, he would have liked to know, but what would he think of him? Who would want a pathetic thief. He often said this in his drunken stupor. Ronin wasn't the worst of thieves, he knew that. But where he grew up, he was a disgrace. An outcast.

The young chestnut sat down next to him, his back against the wall as he did, and crossed his legs. The men stayed like that for a few seconds, staring at the wall in front of them, in an awkward silence. Neither of them dared speak, neither of them knew what to say so as not to embarrass the other. So they remained silent for a few more minutes. Enjoying the silence, compare to earlier. Ronin didn't want to rest on this little one, but he was so tired and wanted to take any human warmth for himself. Her body slid gently towards him, until their shoulders touched. Putting some of her weight on him. He didn't refuse.

"Thank you for helping me, not many people would have wanted to help me," he admitted in a whisper.

"It's nothing, I did what I thought was right. That's why I want to become a doctor, to heal and help," he confessed in a voice full of ambition.

"Your parents will be very proud of you, I'm sure. As for me, I hope you'll always patch me up," he cracks a joke to relax a little.

"It's going to be really tough."

The young man paused to look sadly at the pendant around his heart. Ronin grunted softly, as if in response. But in reality he was falling asleep, as comfortable as he could be. As if he was at ease and wasn't going to get killed on his way out of the alley. The young man removed the chain from his neck to open the pendant. To reveal a photo of a beautiful woman on the left and another young woman on the right. Ronin opened his eyes and was startled to discover a ghost from his past. A very good ghost, he's actually the bad ghost in the story. At first he thought he'd seen wrong, the lighting wasn't in his favour. They were in a less dark corner now. But yes, he did recognise this woman, who made his heart vibrate with joy every time he went to see her in secret. A childhood sweetheart. His everyday love. The world revolved around him, fortunately for him. Nori, as he called herself, was there or he would have run away. Out of fear, or disgust for himself.

"My… My mum died a few years ago now. The doctors said she died of cancer, but I think she was sad she'd never see our dad again."

The sky fell on him, no Ninjago City fell on him. He never thought she'd die so young. Every word after "dead" had been shredded. He couldn't understand anything, everything was a blur. But he had to pretend that everything was fine and find out more, so as not to get any hasty ideas.

"And she's your girlfriend," he said to change the conversation in a humorous tone, pointing to the other photo."

"What! No, she's my twin sister, Ninon… Mum often said she looked a lot like Dad. But we never saw her. It was taboo in the family. Even in his own family, apparently. They're beautiful, aren't they," he says, pointing at the photos like a child showing a drawing to his parents.

"Mmmh… Very", Ronin had run out of answers.

If he concentrated carefully he could see it. It was the famous line on his face that he had been familiar with for so long. He always wanted to see it again. Her smile, her eyes, the way she breathed and the charm she exuded. He saw her in him. In his son. Now he knows for sure that Nori is his son. And so is Ninon. But he was also very surprised to hear the news like this. He is still pleasantly surprised, as if he knew that all these years he had two beautiful children. Loved and cherished by their mother and grandparent. At that moment he told himself that it would be better if he didn't know the truth, if ever. Too afraid of anything happening to them. After all, it's a father's job to protect his children. He doesn't want to be like his father. He might as well never exist…

A father's regrets are eternally engraved in his heart by their choice…

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For me canonically Ronin at 44 years in the series, this one-shot is before the series. So maybe in the 38 years at least after meeting Soul Archer. That's why he has his eyepiece.

If I make any mistakes, tell me to correct them.

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[vandme12]

I barely see Ronin as a mechanic! Headcanons/Oneshots!

This was in my drafts for days..

You're not exactly sure how it happened. One minute, you’re flopped on Ronin's couch, droning on about how bored you are—how you could die of it, actually, right here, right now. The next, he's dragging you out to the garage like a wolf with a chew toy, all sharp teeth and brighter eyes, muttering something about “if you’re gonna whine, might as well make yourself useful.”

Useful, apparently, means learning how to fix cars. Because that’s what he does when he’s not busy tearing people apart. A little hands-on therapy. Take something broken, make it purr again. You guess it fits—devils need hobbies, too.

“I still think you should just let me die of boredom,” you grumble, arms folded as you watch him prop the hood open. It groans like a corpse stretching in its grave, metal rasping against metal.

Ronin snorts. "Dramatic much? C'mon, darlin', ain't gonna kill ya to learn how an engine works. Might even save your pretty ass one day."

You give him a look that could peel paint. "Or you could just fix it for me. That's what boyfriends are for."

That earns you a low, wicked laugh. The kind that slides under your skin and stays there. "Oh, sweet thing, you're in for it now. Open up those pretty hands—time to get 'em dirty."

He hands you a wrench, and you hold it like it's a foreign object. Ronin leans over the engine block, sleeves shoved up to his elbows, revealing forearms streaked in grease and little healing scrapes. He’s beautiful in the most ridiculous way: all messy burgundy hair, shark-teeth grin, and a nicotine burn low on his wrist. A devil working the bones of a machine.

And, lucky you—you get to be his little apprentice.

“So, what are we doing?” you ask, mostly to fill the silence. Ronin's in his element, already half-lost to the work. Fingers curling around bolts like he could coax the car to life with touch alone.

“Changing the spark plugs,” he says. Then, when you give him your best bewildered expression, he chuckles. “They help make the magic happen, baby. No spark, no fire, no joyride. Same as people, really.”

“Poetic,” you deadpan. “So, where do I start?”

Ronin tilts his head toward the engine. "Get in here, darlin. I ain't gonna hold your hand the whole way."

That is a lie, by the way. He absolutely will.

You squeeze next to him, shoulder brushing his. The garage smells like old oil, sweat, and something sweetly metallic underneath—not quite blood, but close enough that your stomach flips. His heat soaks into your skin when he leans in, hands guiding yours over the metal innards.

He explains things in that lazy drawl of his, a little smug every time you mess up. And you mess up a lot. Your fingers slip, your grip's too weak, you curse when you almost drop a spark plug into the engine. Ronin just watches, like he's enjoying the spectacle of you struggling.

“Y’know,” he murmurs, breath warm against your neck, “you’re real cute when you’re useless.”

“Fuck you,” you snap back, except it comes out a little too breathy. Which, of course, he catches. His smile goes sharp enough to cut.

"Careful, darlin'. Keep talkin' like that, I might start thinkin' you like it when I'm mean."

Your hands falter, and you feel his gaze crawl over you. Heavy, hot. You don't answer, because what would you even say? He's not wrong.

“Alright,” he says, voice softer but no less dangerous. “Tighten that one, yeah? Let’s see if you can follow basic fuckin' instructions.”

You try. You really do. But the angle's weird, and your fingers keep slipping, and why the hell is everything in a car so awkward? Your knee bumps against the wheel well when you lean in deeper, and suddenly you're halfway sprawled over the engine like a sacrificial offering.

Perfect. Exactly what Ronin wanted.

He catches you before you can slide further, one grease-slick hand curling around your waist. His other hand plucks the wrench from your grip with infuriating ease.

“Clumsy thing,” he drawls. “What am I gonna do with you, huh?”

“You could start by letting me go,” you say, but you don’t mean it. Not even a little. And Ronin’s the last person alive to fall for your lies.

His fingers press harder against your waist. "Nah," he says, low and rough, “I like you right where you are.”

He kisses you before you can fire back. Messy, claiming, dragging the breath from your lungs. His teeth catch your lower lip and tug, pulling a noise from your throat you weren’t planning to make. The taste of him is familiar—smoke and something darker beneath it, something that’s always felt a little like danger. Like sin in the shape of a man.

When he pulls back, you’re half-dizzy. Your hands are still braced against the edge of the car, and you can feel how tightly he’s holding you, like you might slip away if he isn’t careful.

“See?” he purrs. “Told ya fixin' cars could be fun.”

“I hate you,” you mutter, but you press closer anyway.

He grins, blood-red and wicked. "Nah. You love me. Now, quit slacking and hand me that wrench, sweetheart. We got work to do."

Head canons!

"Bored, darling?" If you so much as hint that you’ve got nothing to do, Ronin’s dragging you to the garage. He’s already got his coveralls half-unzipped, grease smeared across his jaw like a smudged halo—saint of the scrapyard, king of the underworld. He’ll plop you in front of some busted hunk of metal and call it a “bonding experience.” (Translation: watching you struggle is his favorite form of entertainment.)

Zero discounts, actually. If anything, Ronin charges you extra. Call it the “boyfriend tax.” He’ll fix your ride, sure—but only after making you bribe him with a kiss (or several). You’re not getting off easy. If you try to sweet-talk your way to a lower price? He just leans in, smirks against your ear, and murmurs, “Ya know, darling, I could break it worse if you wanted somethin’ new. Keep me busy.”

His garage is your second home. He doesn’t just let anyone hang around while he works—this is sacred ground, baby. But you? You get to sit on the workbench, legs swinging while he’s half-buried under an engine. He’ll toss you snacks from his stash (suspiciously all junk food) and occasionally drag you over just to “hold something.” (Spoiler: he just wants you close.)

Oh, sweetheart, you thought you were getting a discount? Cute. Ronin charges extra for you—calls it the “Tax.” Every time you ask, he tuts like you're breaking his poor, mechanical heart. But let your car actually break down? Suddenly, it’s "Nah, baby, I got this." He’ll fix it before you even notice, no charge—he just likes making you owe him. (And oh, you owe him plenty.) "Ain’t about the money, darlin’. It’s about makin’ sure you need me. And you do, don’tcha?"

Every. Single. Time. You visit the garage, he’s sweaty, just to make sure you suffer. Bonus points if you’re there in the summer—he’ll stretch, flex, and wink while holding a wrench like he’s posing for a calendar shoot. Loves to call you his “little assistant”—but gives you the most pointless tasks. "Hold this bolt. No, not like that. With love, babe. Jeez, where’s your passion?" If you complain? You’re getting pinned against the nearest surface with grease-smudged fingers trailing down your jaw. "Maybe if you were good, I’d give ya the easy jobs. But nah, you like it rough, don’tcha?"

He makes you “help” with repairs. Even though you suck. But he’s patient—weirdly patient for someone with blood on his hands. He’ll guide your fingers over the engine, teach you the difference between spark plugs and fuel injectors like it’s the most romantic thing in the world. And if you mess up? He just laughs, leans over you, and drawls, “Cute try, baby. Maybe leave the hard stuff to me.”

Car rides are a whole other game. After fixing your vehicle, he insists on a “test drive” with you in the passenger seat. He drives one-handed, the other resting heavy on your thigh—like he’s claiming both the road and you. “Gotta make sure it’s runnin’ smooth,” he says, voice thick with innuendo.

Grease-streaked kisses. You always leave his garage marked—fingers on your waist, motor oil smudged along your neck from when he drags you close. And if you complain? He just grins. “Looks better on ya than it does on me, darling.”

Your vehicle has an unofficial VIP pass. No matter how busy he is, if it’s your car in trouble, everything else can wait. Doesn’t matter if it’s a busted tire or the whole engine blowing out—he’ll fix it, grinning like he lives for the chaos you bring. Just don’t expect him to let you off easy: “You keep breakin’ shit, sweetheart, I’m gonna start thinkin’ you just wanna see me sweaty.”

His garage playlist is insane. Half industrial metal, half bluesy rock—loud enough to shake the walls. You pretend to hate it, but there’s something weirdly attractive about watching Ronin, sleeves rolled up, half-cursing along to the music while elbow-deep in some Frankenstein engine. (And if you’re lucky? He’ll pull you into a grease-streaked dance right there on the oil-stained floor.)

[crappy-writings]

WIP and Ideas List

Main Masterlist | My Fics | Recced Fics

So, I have a few ideas, but don't know which ones to focus on. Figured I'd put it up for a vote. I've always been bad at summaries, but below are the concepts, let me know which ones y'all would be more interested in :D

Most of them are Marvel because apparently my Marvel brainrot never left

WIPs

Keeper of Shadows | Wanda Maximoff x Reader | Series

(Series) Summary: An odd series of fatal attacks in Upstate New York piques your interest, especially when they seem to be related to the strange powers you received when you were 10 years old. By some stroke of luck or misfortune, the Avengers too are investigating the case, and you are their number one suspect. In a temporary alliance, you work together to discover why people are dying, unraveling a line of love, secrets, and betrayal.

Masterlist link is here!

The Run and Go | Natasha Romanoff x Reader | Series

Summary: You, an ex-Red Room graduate turned mercenary, take up an assignment to retrieve some sensitive information from the Triskelion. You run into Natasha as you escape, much to your anger. You can’t seem to escape her after this first encounter as different circumstances force you to work together.

First part is here!

Those Were The Days | Monster Hunter!Natasha x Monster!Reader | Medieval Fantasy AU

Idea: Maybe they were a monster hunting duo and reader gets bit. Instead of telling Nat, they just disappear and Nat thinks the reader died. Few years later, Nat takes up a contract to kill a creature that’s been stalking a local town. Nat tracks them down and is about to kill the creature until she realizes who it is. Fic is placed in medieval-ish times. Unspoken feelings, some angst. [This was supposed to come out on Halloween but that didn’t pan out. There will be a vampire version and a werewolf version with 5 endings total].

Link to an early draft here!

Ideas/Prompts

Marvel

Little Bee | Hope Van DynexReader | Fluff Oneshot

Summary: Sparring with Hope was fun. Teasing her while doing it was even better.

Late Night Shots | Ronin!Clint Barton x Barton!Reader | Angst Oneshot

Summary: You mourn those who were lost to the Blip, including the ones who are still around. [Or Clint takes off shortly after the blip, leaving behind the only surviving Barton child, much to their anger and resentment.]

Sick Fic | Natasha Romanoff x Reader | Oneshot

Prompt: You're sick and don't want to tell Nat. She still finds out and takes care of you when you can't. It's kinda angsty, lowkey, but also really simple, and it's halfway written.

Pitfalls of Devotion | Natasha Romanoff x Reader | Miniseries maybe?

Prompt: Follow-up to "Orpheus and Eurydice." It's not fully thought out, but its sort of supposed to be a parallel to the myth, going after her, maybe in the soul stone somehow and trying to get her back? Maybe, probably, end in angst?

Night's First Star | Wanda Maximoff x Reader | Fluff Oneshot

Prompt: You were told that the first star in the night sky will grant you a wish but you have all you could ever wish for with her.

S.T.R.I.K.E. Out | Steve Rogers x Reader | Oneshot or Series

Prompt: A Captain America and the Winter soldier fic where the reader is a STRIKE agent that’s not in Hydra and is helping Cap out. The elevator scene is where the reader finds out everything is wrong and stays in the strike team to get more info. After the mall scene, the reader gets found out and is captured and lowkey tortured. Hydra send in the Winter soldier to get more info out of them but instead, he asks about Steve and why Steve knew him. The reader tells him about how they were best friends and stuff and bucky does the “he used to put newspapers in his shoes” but he’s horrified cuz he finds out his whole existence as a hydra “agent” is a lie. [Or basically a slow-burn reader insert of Captain America and the Winter Soldier]

Untitled | Avengers x Reader | Oneshot/Mini series

Summary: You've gone rogue, having left the Compound in the middle of the night and no one knows where you've gone. You return a few days later and call for a meeting despite the heavy injuries you have.

Untitled | Kate Bishop x Reader | Angst Series

Summary/Prompt: After Eleanor Bishop's mysterious death, Clint and Kate begin to investigate, finding ties to the not-dead King Pin himself. [Or a spy-thriller type fic where everything will go absolutely wrong]

Untitled | Matt Murdock x fem!Reader | One-Shot

Prompt: Matt, for all his skillsets, doesn't realize his next-door neighbor is also a vigilante. [Basically had a stupid idea of the reader coming in at around the same time as Matt to their apartments and the reader smells of blood and they are denying it by blaming her period or something, idk]

Untitled | Daisy Johnson x Reader | Mini-Series

Prompt: You, an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., have been on an undercover mission at a Hydra base, reporting on a secret project they have been working on. After one of your calls is intercepted and are made out, Daisy and the team work to get you back. [Basically the Whump troupe again, sorry, it's one of my favorites]

Prompt: Would love to write a spider-person!reader but have no idea what story I'd want to tell nor who to write it for.

Prompt: Would also love to do a choose-your own path type fic, but also have no idea what the story should be or who to write it for.

Star Wars

Prompt #1: Reader is a pilot squad leader. They lost their entire squad on their last mission and is, naturally, heartbroken. They have to write letters to their families and tell them that they’ll have no bodies to mourn. They’re taking it out on a space punching bag or somethin’ until they collapse and they scream. While trying to catch their breath, two hands reach from behind them, the hands feeling so familiar. The hands pull the reader back gently and the reader sinks into them and grip onto the person holding them. [Don't have an era nor a character in mind, tbh]

I'll take care of you. | ReyxReader | Oneshot

Summary: Rey gets hurt after a scavenging trip to one of the Star Destroyers deep in the Jakku desert. You promised to always take care of her.

Prompt #2: SW fic where reader was part of a shut down trial where they implemented chips similar to what happens to the clones in the prequels. Reader defected and joined the rebellion. The chip is somehow activated and reader starts attacking the rebels but is trying to fight the programming from within. [I was picturing either the originals or sequels era]

The Walking Dead

Prompt: Takes place during and/or after S3 ep7 and reader is working a lot harder cuz they feel guilty about what happened to Maggie? Idk, I started rewatching the show recently and was reminded of my huge crush on Maggie. Anyways, I'd like to write something zombie apocalypse but don't have any ideas, so.

Prompt: Maggie returns to the farm years after the horde overtook it.

Most of these ideas and prompts aren't fully thought out yet, but I'd work on them as I'd go. Anyways, thought I’d put these out there, so let me know what y’all think!

[ribbonsssence]

hii ! ── .✦

I am sophia and I'm just here to write my interests hahaaa, I'm in other fandoms but the fandom I will be writing for at the moment is Killer Chat!! I'm a vivid Angel fan too so I may prioritize her over than the others haha

My requests are open however I'm often busy so there's no guaranteed time whether I will write your request,,

p.s. I have an ao3, some of my fanfics there won't be posted here

masterlist ; kc

Ronin, the Butcher

Angel, the Heartsick Angel

﹒devouring heartstrings ; oneshot

﹒angel dating hcs ; headcanons

﹒red carnations, they bloom ; oneshot

﹒a sweet taste of temptation ; oneshot

Misaki, the Assassin

V, the Vigilante

Others

[tmnt-obsessed-ace]

Hey if you could do a crossover with each of your AUs with another AU what would you pick

owo?

Ok!

Well technically I already did a crossover for When The World Crumbles with Sunset Linings with Burb in discord dms that were supposed to be written into a oneshot. A oneshot that I haven entirely given up on because as it turns out my ADHD brain cant handle pulling text from close to TWO HUNDRED SCREENSHOTS (not to mention all the screenshots were taking up space in my phone so I just gave up) so...technically already did but no one else will ever know about it ._.

Skipping Sunshine of The Woods because I still have absolutely no ideas for that au and its in the void indefinitely ._.

Lost But Never Found...eh idk maybe Like Father Like Son. Green and Indigo becoming the amnesia murder duo for Draxum. That would be fun but idk

Same Story Different Font. Either Ghost In The Shell (@bluepeachstudios )or Shellshocked (@lieutenantbiscute )are absolutely awesome for ssdf crossovers for different reasons. Ghost In The Shell because Ghost and Leo would be friends. They both got separated from their families for YEARS and sent to different dimensions. And they both are raising very energetic teenagers (and they both have enough mental health issues to require MULTIPLE therapists) they would be instant friends because they both UNDERSTAND they both went through the same thing (and it will be incredibly tragic for both of them because that's an alternate version of their brother that was isolated for twenty years/forced to become a single parent at 17. They would both adopt each other and try to mother hen each other)

Shellshocked on the other hand would be fun because it would be absolutely DEVASTATING for Leo. He tried so hard and he thought he finally managed to get back home to his brothers, only to see Shellshock Leo and realize that he DIDNT get back home and he probably never WILL. It would DESTROY him. (There is a reason that I would title that hypothetical crossover as "Mental Breakdown: Speed Run edition") peak angst and hurt/comfort material right there

Fractured (Lost) Hamato Clan (aka the 2012 turtles get brain wormed au) this one would be absolutely HILARIOUS with The Last Ronin Becomes A Discord Admin (@melonpalooza) The brain wormed 2012 turtles get added to the server, they seem pretty normal at first and all hell breaks loose the SECOND they start saying "Master Shredder" considering that everyone except the rugrats have SEVERE trauma relating to Shredder and the Footclan. Especially the copes and Ronin who lost their Splinter/family to the footclan. It would be chaos. Very entertaining chaos (bonus points footclan Donnie trying to teach Shredder how to use the internet/understand memes for some extra chaos)

Hollow Shell, Before The Summer's End and TMNT: Solar Flare are getting skipped because they arent developed enough for an au crossover or involve non tmnt franchises and thats kinda hard to make au crossover list :/ (plus TMNT: Solar Flare could crossover with ANY other original tmnt iteration and it would work so idk)

[resplendent-chungus]

Fanfic 20 questions! This seems really fun, thanks for tagging me @followerofmercy

1. How many fics do you have on AO3?

Twenty-six! Which I think is a bunch when not compared to insane people who right, say, a hundred twenty fics. Cough Mercy.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

179,826, though I will add since I got my start in fic writing quests on Sufficient Velocity, there's another 113.2K that's not on AO3.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

My tastes are as fickle as the wind. I am a wandering ronin writing whatever I feel like. I theoretically write RWBY but also haven't updated a RWBY fic since January. I thought I was done with Madoka fics but then I heard news about the movie and had no choice but to write Heartless. I've written 3 A Practical Guide To Evil fics over 5 years. Who fuckin knows with me?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Breaking and Entering Your Heart (Madoka Magica) is, somehow, my most kudo'd fic of all time. I have no idea why. I don't think it's particularly good (not helped by the fact that I was like 16 when I wrote it). It's not even my favourite Madoka fic I wrote as a teenager!

Doka Don't You Know (Madoka Magica) is my favourite Madoka fic I wrote as a teenager. It's still kind of embarrassing for me to read back, but I do think I did good with it. The real embarrassing part is that it was inspired by me getting emotional listening to the Ninja Sex Party song of a similar name.

Drabble Roulette (Steven Universe) is sort of cheating, as it was a drabble collection I did with several friends, but nevertheless it's one of the most kudo'd fics I've worked on. We all did a short fic every week based on the same one-word prompt, and God we kicked ass.

I can almost hear the Hounds (RWBY) is definitely the one I'm most proud of. What if Ruby got turned into a Hound before V1? Well everyone would be sad, for one. It also holds the distinction of being the first time anyone's ever done a "Cast of [show] reacts!" thing to a fic I've read. Talk about an ego boost!

And my fifth-most kudo'd fic is... Actions, Consequences, and the Tragic Lack Thereof (Worm)? The edgy oneshot I did where a very well-adjusted Taylor uses Coil's power to blow off steam? Huh. Not either of my RWBY oneshots? Well I suppose I can't complain.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Not really. I try, but as I've said before responding to comments is my dump stat. I really do love everyone's comments, I'm sooo insanely bad at responding sdgsd

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It depends on what qualifies as an angsty ending; most of my angsty fics have happy endings, with Heartless being the only one I've written to really contradict that. Blood, Blood, Gallons of the Stuff and Sometimes the only way out is as a carcass have the worst endings insofar as horrible fates, but I wouldn't really call them angst.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Trim and nothing else? It depends on how you define it, but I'd say that one.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not really, thankfully. I straight up can't remember anything of the sort lmao

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Boy, do I! Of the smut I've published, I'd say it's pretty varied? Some het, some gays, some ships and an OC or two... I've got the variety, baby.

10. Do you write crossovers? If so, what's the craziest one you've ever written?

Not really? I find they're usually more daydream material than hunker-down-and-write material, though sometimes I have no choice. I have a chapter or two of the most self-indulgent APGTE/RWBY crossover that I doubt I'd ever put out there on account of it having a target audience of exactly one. Craziest would probably be the Madoka Magica/Magical Girl Noir Quest crossover I wrote as a teenager. It's harder to get more self-indulgent than fanfiction of a fanfiction crossing it over with the source material sdgds

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I sort of vaguely remember this happening? I remember someone posting a really poorly written edgy SU fic that had the exact same premise as my slightly better written edgy SU fic and only updated after mine did.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of, though if anyone wants to please feel free.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not really? The Drabble roulette is the closest I've come, and that was a bunch of individual shorties. Besides, I can't imagine I'd have a great time trying to fit my writing process with someone else (and I definitely don't think they'd have a good time trying to adjust to me lmao)

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

God that's tough. I'm not sure I can give a definitive answer here. I might have to say Madohomu or Midlink just because of how deeply they've altered my brain chemistry

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Brother that is most of what I've written. I really want to get Tomorrow I'll be perfect and You waxen wing, you foolish thing done at some point, though I'm not sure I'm will. The Most Insane Girls On Remnant is a work so in progress that only one person knows it even exists, and if I could magic myself into fully writing one it would probably be that one.

16. What are your writing strengths?

If I could write an entire book of nothing but snarky narrators I would be a new york times bestseller by now. They are my bread and butter. Comedy in general, I guess, but that specifically.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Action scenes. Action scenes action scenes action scenes. It's not so much that I think I'm bad at them, more that they're just so hard for me. I could write a thousand words of most anything else before I write five hundred words of an action scene.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I don't super mind it when reading, but I can't imagine writing it. Maybe a word or two, but still.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I wrote down Madoka Magica at first, but now I'm realizing it was actually Warrior Cats, all the way back when I was a wee little child. I'm not sure if I deleted them or just changed ff.net accounts at some point, but I don't know where they are and I'm happy that way.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I mean it's gotta be I can almost hear the Hounds. There's a lot of other things like (Aw Drat, Tomorrow I'll be Perfect, etc) but this one hold a special place in my heart. There's a reason I have chapter on pinned in my blog.

Damn that took me like three days to write. I shall pass the curse onto @golddragon387, of course, and perhaps @borkthemork to torment him

[lav-is-writing]

Howdy I'm back in the building again!

Saw that request were open and Idk if I've already sent this one in or not, but I was wondering if it was possible for you to write the following?

Ronin from Killer Chat with a very touchstarved reader. I think these two being so somewhat attached to each other like this would actually be really cute in a way.

I really adore your writing and I hope that you keep up the fabulous work and just know how much I appreciate everything you do for writing for all your fandoms. Thank you for reading friend!

🔍-anon

Keep Your Hand in Mine

pairing- Ronin x Touchstarved!Reader

warnings- Short :( I'm sorry

a/n- FEIUHF ANON ILY!! YOU'RE TOO SWEET <33

“More, darlin?”

You nodded, continuing to move closer to Ronin. He scoffed from his position on the couch, one hand pulling you closer to him while the other set down the TV remote. The two of you were in the middle of one of your horror movie marathons, but this time, you didn’t care so much about the movie as you did Ronin’s touch.

Since he started to date you, Ronin had learned about the thing you loved the most- touch. Yet, he didn’t pry, giving you what you needed without complaint. You had been caught off guard when he admitted something during one of your cuddle sessions- He loved physical touch. Whether a small peck on your cheek or a lingering touch on your hand, Ronin knew how much you craved it.

It was one of the things that made him love you so. 

Countless nights spent snuggling you as you slept, helping you fall into unconsciousness and relieving Ronin’s fears of you leaving him. No one could hurt you while he held you. He made sure of that.

In public, it was a bit more difficult. When a stranger brushed hands with you, you tensed, looking at Ronin for guidance. He would help you through it, apologizing for the stranger and making a note to find them if they were rude about it. Simple touches like that were enough to cause panic, and even Ronin wasn’t always spared from that. 

Hugs could make you wince, so Ronin would put his hands up as he approached, nodding at you as if to ask if you were okay with it. For the devil, he was surprisingly gentle with you, understanding your problems. 

And when the day came where you accepted touching without warning?

He's estatic.

Still a bit hesitant, Ronin asked you repeatably: "Are you sure, darlin'? Don't want you to feel pressured into this."

You always said yes.

“I’m here, don’t worry, darlin'. You don’t have to let go.”

Extra headcanons since this is short:

If you wanted to seek professional help with your problem, Ronin would be completely supportive of it. If it helped you feel better, he was quick to find the best person he could find.

Massages became a part of your daily routine, preformed by Ronin in order to help you relax. The second tension left your body, he was beaming silently, proud that he was able to help.

a/n- okay but he's just a little guy :3

[randomlywanderingmoth]

I heard that FSR was almost made a soulslike, and I have opinions. I'm getting them out of my system now: I'm actually super happy they didn't make Fate Samurai Remnant a soulslike.

(Warning: tedious rambling below the cut.)

Here's the thing, right? Soulslikes, as a point of ludonarrative, are meant to demonstrate "a relatively normal human (or human adjacent) being" (excepting Sekiro). It's good, but not a universally good idea- and if there was ever going to be gameplay as a Servant FSR could absolutely not be a soulslike- Servants are inherently incredibly superhuman.

Fate gameplay with a visible demonstration of the difference between Servants and Masters in mind would best be given to musou gameplay, actually. You play the very human Miyamoto Iori about 90% of the time, and for the early and mid game he isn't that incredibly strong- more capable than common thugs and misbehaving ronin absolutely, but there are demonic spirit enemies and Servants that have these break shields that you need to whittle down gradually, and in the latter case only in very specific windows. If you've played Fate Grand Order you might recognize some of the enemy designs, and demonic spirits you normally would kill in a single turn without a spare thought are suddenly challenges you have to laboriously chew through.

The remaining 10% of the time, you can optionally switch gameplay to his Servant Saber (and later Rogue Servants you ally with)- and immediately you can feel the difference. Enemies with break shields are rapidly shredded, and you're no longer bouncing off enemy Servants- the Servant hits much harder and is much more durable than the Master. Those enemy designs from FGO I mentioned before? They're suddenly much easier to beat to a pulp- the only reason they still take effort is because you can't stack buffs on your attacking Servant and spam your Noble Phantasm like you would in Fate Grand Order.

It also makes a small degree of sense that, in the very late game, Iori eventually becomes so incredibly strong that it becomes less and less necessary to switch to your Servant- he's been training against enemies of such caliber, after all. There's also a dedicated Support Servant in Rogue Rider, and buff spells you can stack on yourself, and Iori eventually develops techniques not unlike Noble Phantasms, so suddenly you can really feel like you're back in FGO, wiping out massive waves of enemies with only minimal effort- but the path to that point is very tactile. You can actually feel Iori's growth from "difficulty fighting simple demons" to "competently capable of bearing his own against Servants."

There's a notable moment, early on, when you can optionally duke it out with Rogue Berserker. This is generally considered a bad idea since Rogue Berserker can tear you apart effortlessly (and on the harder difficulty can outright oneshot you in several ways), but it does serve to highlight how Iori, a reasonably capable but still human-level samurai, stacks up against a stronger Servant- that is to say, poorly. At this point in the story, Iori simply isn't strong enough to duke it out with the titan of a Servant, so if you elect to take this challenge you'll be very reliant on Saber's support- making it functionally a fight of Servants in which you are largely trying to keep from being crushed underfoot. (You can also fight him later, after Iori has completed his growth, and it also serves to demonstrate how strong Iori has gotten that you are no longer at risk of instantly dying just because you got palmed by Rogue Berserker.)

If it had been a soulslike, it would be very difficult to emulate those feelings. Soulslikes are not the best place to demonstrate an individual's ability to effortlessly dismantle an army with the single swing of a divine sword, or contrast the player-side power of a human alongside a Servant so concisely- if Fate/Soulslike had you playing the Servant with a permanent escort quest of keeping the Master safe it would only be tedious. Soulslikes are also not the best place to demonstrate being a Master fighting alongside a Servant- traditionally summoned allies in Soulslikes are more a support factor, than "the entity meant to carry you through a hairy fight". Fighting against Servants as a human, you could ostensibly argue, would not be remiss in a Soulslike, so there's that, but as I stated it would not be the best place to try to fight a Servant by proxy of your own Servant.

Could there be a hypothetical Fate/Soulslike in the future? Possibly. It would take a lot of fiddling to do, and it would have to have a premise vastly different from what Samurai Remnant set out to accomplish- presenting a Grail War from the perspective of a Master. I think FSR completed their assignment quite competently.

[serial-killers-hope]

uhmm.. hmmmm uhhmm blinks blinks blinks..

(MORE TRANSMASC STUFF MORE MORE MUAHAHAHA MORE RONIN X TRANSMASC READER MUAHAHHAHAH MAKE IT SILLY MUAHEUQHEUWEB)

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All of you are hungry for this type of content… it’s honestly amusing. Either way, I’ll give it to you. Enjoy. ~ DP

Happy Evenings With The Devil.

Enjoy.

You Never Cease To Amaze.

Ronin kept his eyes on you as you paced the room. Your chest practically aching from two weeks ago. But at least it was better than it was when you got the surgery. But you had to admit, Ronin had been the best partner in this situation.

He had helped you inject your T, supported you during your dysphoria days, turning off the lights in the bathroom for you when he knew as well. It was nice for a change how sweet he was being and how supportive he was this entire time. Even when you came out, all he did was laugh and say how silly it was for you to keep this from HIM out of all people. It was hilarious now that you thought of it…

Suddenly, you were snapped out of your thoughts by his voice.

“Hey, lay down. Jesus, you’re going to get hurt that way.”

You look over at him, brows furrowed as you nodded and made your way to bed. Laying down on your back with a satisfied groan and a soft hum.

“Thanks… I was kind of-“

“Spacing out? No shit. C’mon, let’s get you ready.”

You smile as he helps you take off your loose fitting shirt, eyeing your bandages with a look that screamed care and worry. When he didn’t find anything wrong with the compression bandages ( ones that he had put on simply thirty minutes ago ), he only nodded and laid you back down fully.

Ronin raised your head with another pillow, his eyes narrowing to see your expression and hummed in satisfaction when he noticed you were already drifting off.

“Fuckin’ adorable…”

He slid your blanket to cover you up, gently placing a kiss against your forehead with a soft expression.

“I love you my darlin’.”

[shewhowas39]

You mentioned that June's first iteration was in the TTRPG "Vampire: the Masquerade", now evolved into Durge in Baldur's Gate 3.

What other TTRPG's have you played? Any you've especially liked?

How much do you think playing TTRPG's has impacted you as a writer? (e.g. do you think it has helped with writing?)

oh boy i love this question because i love TTRPGs. let's see if i can remember all the ones i've played:

DnD 5e

Pathfinder 2e

Vampire: the Masquerade 5th Edition

Vampire: the Masquerade 20th Anniversary Edition

Dragon Age (the Green Ronin system)

Fantasy AGE

Urban Shadows

For the Queen

i'm sure there are more i've played as oneshots, but these are the main ones i can think of. and there are others i WANT to play, like Thirsty Sword Lesbians.

and i do think playing ttrpgs have improved my writing, mostly through improving how i think about characters. the fun part of ttrpgs, especaillylong form ones, is that you get REALLy into your characters head. you see their successes and failures, where they shine and where they fall short, and if you really get into the RP of it, you can really go through so many emotions over the course of a game.

when i played June as a VtM character, i cried during multiple sessions of the chronicle. because the pain she experienced in that game felt so real to me becaue i was so attached to her, i knew her so well.

and i think that can be a great way to improve your character development as a writer, too.

i love ttrpgs, y'all. love them so much. i recommend everyone play them if you can because they are such an amazing collaborative storytelling experience.

[blackfire-fanfiction]

Recording how many words of fanfic I read per day (April 8)

Today: 121,684 words Yesterday: 169,880 words Top this Month: 294,001 words

It’s always kind of funny to me when the first of the month ends up keeping the top words read count for a while. Also the ask box is getting ignored for the night because I need sleep. 

[Fics I read today under the cut]

Chapter 7 of Time Will Tell by SmilesRawesome  Soft Shells and Sliders by JustRandomStories  Scissors to Thread - ROTTMNT Oneshot by Newellthedragon  In The Deep Blue Sea - ROTTMNT Oneshot by Newellthedragon hey, darling, the sun will rise again by Fan_Galaxy  We're no babysitters, but we had to do something... by Theawesomeninja_XD  Chapter 23 of The Last Ronin Becomes a Discord Admin by MelonPalooza  Deadweight by MorikoTheHalfAngel  Patterns by FanGirlFreak16  Purple. (ROTTMNT MOVIE) by s_Aweirdo  Chapter 7 of "So How's the Trauma Treating You Guys?" - A 2012 x ROTTMNT Crossover Chatfic by AzarRosethorn  a kind of devotion by mad_and_thick_as_thieves  the despairing path of self-destruction traps the heavy-hearted by intxicatedtears Chapter 14 of Mystic Malfunction by VanillaVengeance  Chapter 4 of The Great Feline Fiasco by TenfoilMan 

[imdoingitareyou]

any pacino or de niro enjoyers, please please please dont be scared to request fics/oneshots, i want to write more and i love them so much!!! (theyre my current hyperfixation, but if you have any other requests and i know them, i’ll also be willing to consider it)

i’ll write pretty much any of their roles but prefer the ones i’m actually familiar with so:

travis bickle

tony montana

michael / young vito corleone

arthur kirkland

bobby (panic in needle park)

vincent hanna / neil mccauley

sam ‘ace’ rothstein

jimmy conway

sam (ronin)

things i WONT write: non-con, animal stuff, underage reader, under the influence

they dont have to be smut, i also like writing fluff and angst!!!

[justburnitwithfire]

The latest chapter of my Bishova fic where Kate is going through her Ronin arc. And oh, what's this??

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63161749/chapters/161758384

An angtsy oneshot to start off my new oneshot collection?