#shes so dear 2 meeeee

[malikselfindulgence]

Could I request a romantic LMK fic/ficlet with RedSon and a female reader asking them for help foguring out demonic self care? Reader is kind of in the same boat as MK where they absolutely just thought they were human and now they’re discovering they’re not and they’re kind of struggling to get used to their new body, in this case grooming wise. I was thinking a bat demon reader struggling to brush their teeth without breaking the toothbrush with their fangs or getting the fur between their new wings brushed because it’s getting matted lol (it’s already hard to get your back it’s super hard when there’s two things in the way). It can be a bit suggestive but it doesn’t have to be.

RED SON X BAT DEMON!READER

A/N: AGHH thank you for the request!!! Literally had sm fun writing this it's such a cool idea >w<!! Also the way you worded the request makes it sound like YOU'RE a bat demon 🤨🤨 lol

Content: negative self-talk from reader at the start, kind of hurt/comfort, ending is suggestive!

Fic under the cut!

You know- you used to think demons were cool. You thought the monkey king's tail was cute, you thought about how convenient it probably was to have those claw-like feet, you thought DBK's horns looked cool [though you'd never say that to his face] and you still think Red Son's bull form is very pretty, fur and hooves and all.

Now, though? Not so much.

You weren't handling the change as well as you thought you would- being struck by the fact that you're not human, not even mortal, wasn't easy on anyone, but you didn't think you'd struggle with your new physical form this much.

While, yes, you looked cooler, you suppose- every new feature came with about a million more hurdles. You thought flying would be pretty neat? Wrong, you can barely stay balanced for over 10 seconds, and you got too air-sick to make use of it's travel anyways. You thought the new big ears were sick? How much do you like them out in public, when there's too many sounds attacking you from every angle, too loud and too overwhelming? And your sense of sight keeps deteriorating- you think you might need glasses now.

You hadn't left the house in a while- a long while, actually. Everything was just too much, and frankly, you were embarrassed being seen stumbling like an idiot in your new form, hunching into yourself at every noise and bright light. You hadn't been checking your phone either- you knew they had questions, you knew they were checking up on you, and it only made you feel more pathetic.

You were at home now, cursing your ancestors and stupid demon blood and stupid fucking bats, trying to wrangle your arm in position to brush out the fur on your back, but your stupid wings kept getting in the way, and you could barely even see in the stupid mirror, and-

You're not sure when you started crying, but you looked down to find teardrops landing on your sink. God, this was ridiculous. This was basic self-care, shouldn't you just figure it out? Demon instincts or whatever? You'd considered asking Red Son for help, and even though you know it's just your insecurities eating away at you, you can't help but be scared that he'd laugh at you-

'CRASH'

You pause, looking through your open bathroom- you think that was your front door. You think someone just busted open your front door. You think someone's currently in your house- you rush to grab a pair of sciccors from your cabinet, ears straining to pick up on the noise outside.

You hear footsteps, some angry mumbling, and your shackles slowly go down- was that...?

"I've called you thirty seven times! Thirty seven! Not that I got worried, but you're not responding to the dragon horse girl either, and I swear on the jade emperor's life if you don't-"

His rant comes to an abrupt stop once he sees you, cheeks still red with tear streaks, hair flat against your head, wings bent awkwardly to cover your sides from view. You smile nervously in an attempt to ease the tension, but it comes out strained.

"R-Red Son! Funny, ah, seeing you here- you could've rang the doorbell, or something-"

He scoffs at your words, walking closer- your wings wrap tighter around you, trying to shield yourself off- you don't want him seeing you like this.

"With how you've been rudely ignoring just about everyone, I wasn't even sure if you were alive, let alone willing to open the door." He hisses out, and although he tries to come off as mean, you can tell he felt on edge, his concern showing in the way his voice cracks at his words, his eyes boring through you. He's waiting for an explanation, but you're not sure you can give one.

"I'm sorry, it's just been- I didn't mean to ignore you as long as I did, really-" you stumble over your words, embarassed and guilty and scared, scared of how he'll react and what he'll say.

His eyes squint at you, his face softening as he takes you in- you look a mess, and as his gaze falls to the broken tooth-brush and tweezers by your sink, the way your fur is dull and matted down, he starts realising that you'd been struggling, and just what you'd been struggling with.

He sighs, slowly stepping closer, his eyes down-cast and worried. He settled his palm over your jaw, thumbing at your cheek to wipe away a tear. "You could've asked me for help, you know." He frowns, gesturing to your state, "There's....specific tools for this kind of thing. You can't just use your usual mortal appliances, they're too frail, and frankly repulsive. They're more likely to make it worse than anything."

You nod to acknowledge his words- you can't even pretend he was being dramatic and snobbish this time, he was right, your toothbrush being enough proof. You feel your frustration settle down into something quiter the longer he stays next to you.

Red Son suddenly pulls away, fire enveloping his form for a brief few seconds- you stand there, confused and wide eyed, as he returns with some form of bag in hand. You're not sure how he managed to get that so fast.

"Well then, up you go." He sets the bag down and shoos you towards the edge of the tub, urging you to sit down. You do so without hesitation, though you raise your brow at him and hum, a little dazed, "Huh?"

"I'll be grooming your fur, of course. As well as trimming your nails- they don't exactly look comfortable." He takes out a fancy looking hairbrush, better-looking tweezers than yours, as well as a few other things you don't recognise. You're still reeling from the fact that he's here, not making fun of you, and now he wants to take care of you?

"Wait," He pauses his movements to look up at you, hair crackling in the air above him, "You...you don't have to do this for me."

You're about to reassure him that you can take care of yourself [despite the fact that you rather evidently need his help] when his finger settles on your lips, shushing you entirely.

"I'm well aware I don't have to do anything, and I'm sure you're aware I wouldn't be caught dead doing something I didn't want to do."

He leans in to peck your forehead, a quiet show of affection to reassure you.

"Now stop with that self-deprecating talk and let me help you, alright?" You nod silently, your ears twitching lightly, and his lips tilt upward just the slightest bit.

Red Son instructs you to turn around so he can start with your wings and back- he handles them with care, especially around the tendons and legions where skin meets bone, the areas sensitive to his touch. His palms and fingerpads are rough, no doubt from all the handi-work he does, and they scratch pleasantly against your skin.

He washes out the areas you couldn't reach no matter how you positioned yourself with a wet rag and water from your tub, making sure they're clean before starting to brush your fur, "hold your left wing for me?"

You find yourself relaxing as time goes on, the rhythmic brushing and untangling soothing your nerves. You can hear Red Son's hair sizzle, his content breathing, the small murmurs he lets out every once in a while, and rather than overwhelm you it comforts you- you feel enveloped in his warmth.

"My mother used to do fur treatment baths for me, when I was little." Red Son starts quietly, his fingers prodding at certain spots on your wings, perhaps checking to see if something's out of place, or perhaps he's just fidgeting.

"I couldn't control my powers, back then, so my fur was always left charred and dry. It was a sensory nightmare for me, honestly. She hated trimming my hooves, though." He laughs a little, lost in a memory, "always said it was beneath her, but the servants could never quite get it right, so she had to until I was old enough to do it myself."

"Do you paint your hooves? Like, with nail-polish?" You wonder aloud, and you feel him smack the back of your head playfully. "Don't ask such ridiculous things."

"You're avoiding the question."

".....well, yes, o-on occasion."

You giggle at his reply- you'd already painted his nails over the course of your sleep-overs, and you were going to abuse the hell out of this new information.

"Speaking of hooves, could you turn around? I'll start trimming your claws, now."

You do as instructed, watching him pick up the tweezers. You hold your hands out on your thighs for him, watch as he eyes them with a thoughtful look. He picks up one of your hands, pressing it against his lips gently before settling it down again. You try to push down the flush rising up your face.

He rubs his thumb over your fingers, separating them so he can work better, the 'snip-snip' echoing through your ears, "I'll leave these behind for you, since sciccors aren't normally strong enough. You have to be careful not to go past this white line here, though, otherwise applying pressure to your claws will be painful"

You nod, a little speechless. It was easier when your back was facing him, but now you can see his face- the focused look in his eye, his pretty lips pursing in concentration, and you feel your chest warm at just how considerate and loving he's being. God, you should've just picked up the phone and called him so much sooner and saved yourself the trouble.

"Hey, Red?" You mumble with a smile, and he hums to show he's listening. "Thank you, for all of this. I love you."

He freezes, refusing to meet your eyes- you try to hold back a snicker, but you can't help yourself. You'd been dating for ages, and yet everytime you said that he got all flustered and shy like a schoolgirl. He grumbles, cheeks tinted pink, "Yeah, don't mention it."

Red Son rises to his full height, taking something you can't really see out of the bag before leaving it on the floor- you really need to look into getting a glasses prescription- grabbing your hand and pulling you upwards, towards your room. Your muscles feel lax and relaxed, and you yawn, realising just how taxing the day was.

"I think you should rest for now- we'll have to go to the market early morning before all the high-quality merch gets sold out." Red Son pushes you into your bed gently, settling down beside you, putting something over your ears. You feel all the overwhelming background noise drown out, leaving your mind fuzzy and....relaxed. You're not anxious anymore- you can't hear the earth buzzing constantly in your head anymore.

"They're noise cancelling headphones- loud sounds tend to...stress me out, sometimes. I have a spare back home, so no need to- mmmfh?!"

You rush forward to kiss Red Son- your wonderful, considerate, stupidly observant boyfriend, who you love so much you can feel it rush through your heart in waves- melding your lips against his. He starts kissing back once his surprise wears off, arms slowly wrapping around you to pull you closer. You feel refreshed, you feel happy and content and loved, and as you pull away you think he can see it in your gaze, because he smiles in relief.

You start peppering his face in kisses and messy smooches- all over his cheeks and jaw and nose, the corner of his lips, the endearing scar on his cheek, making loud kissing noises all the while. He tries to act annoyed, but the way he blushes and leans into you is telling enough.

"Glad to see you back to your old exasperating self."

You push him down onto the mattress, and although he's strong enough to flip you over again, he doesn't, simply laying there and letting you do as you please.

You kiss his jaw and trail down to his neck again, this time slower, paying close attention to the spot between his collarbone and shoulder, fangs just barely grazing the surface of his skin. You feel him gulp against you in anticipation, his eyes following your movements.

"Just let me thank you properly, okay?"

"W-well," his voice is shaky, your hands roaming over his body, claws now freshly-cut and scraping against his skin deliciously, "I suppose I can't say no to that."

[nulltune]

random question: do you think there could ever be an instance of moon girl being 'corrupted'? in a small, tiny dimension far away, could evil hakunon ever exist?

good question nonnie! an evil hakunon... what a concept 👀✨️ it's interesting because i think hakuno definitely fits the definition of a "good person". she has a very clear sense of right and wrong, strong morals, she greatly values the lives and wishes of others (no matter how "small" or "insignificant") and treasures the very important things like bonds and connections. i'd say it's almost like the natural course of her character development! in extra and ccc and even extella 🤢 even when starting out from zero as a nobody with nothing, we see that hakuno always finds these core values and humanity even in the worst circumstances.

that saiddd, did you know that hakuno herself admits to having pretty "twisted ideals" in the confrontation with extra's endgame antagonist? and she's always been the one to outright call herself evil too! for a good reason too actually 😳

here's a quick disclaimer though! i personally think hakuno's a very complex character that can be interpreted in many ways though i do know a big reason for that is also bc there are cowards who intend for that to be for self insert purposes rather than anything more nuanced 🗿, so this here's just my personal interpretation of her <3 this also got pretty long so i'll be putting the rest under the cut!

[side note, but i think it's Really Interesting to me how the fate/extra antagonists really parallel hakuno..... there was a scrapped extra ending of hakuno basically taking over as the second twice (though i will say i'm glad that idea was scrapped; cuz hakuno's already too far into her development for that to be a possibility but it's interesting to think about). as for bb-- oh man i can scream about the Potential these two have sm THEY'RE JUST SO GOOD UGH 😭😭 summing it up real quick, they're both just someone willing to give their all and become a hero/villain if that meant protecting the one they love. the former for hakuno and the latter for bb ! even kiara has similarities to hakuno, i don't know how much (due to lack of ccc translations </3) but i do know that they were simply living to their truest selves which had varying results]

i think these lines sum up her stance of things pretty nicely (they also reside in my head rent free 24/7 🛐) and really give you a good Insight(TM) on hakuno kishinami:

"If I could protect that which I hold most dear, then that should dictate the path I choose to walk."

"Hakuno Kishinami was someone who treasured herself, and the things she loved. The things I insist I want to protect are only those I see before me. …that’s the sort of shallow, greedy person Hakuno Kishinami was."

"I was just empty in the beginning, so if you say you're bad— then I will just dye myself in your colors."

it's safe to say that at her core, the most unbendable thing is that hakuno cares most about the people she loves, that's the key takeaway here thougg we also have other important hakuno traits like her lack of identity and her extreme devotion. i talked about this character trait of hers a widdle bit in this post, but yeah- for all her heroic qualities, traditionally heroic things like saving the world doesn't take priority for her.

hakuno's very direct when she says it in canon too. the state of the world has nothing to do with her (which is the cold rational truth considering her unique existence, to be fair), but she still wants to protect it because it's the world where the people she cares about live in; and that's the primary motivation for her. though i do think we have to take things with a grain of salt, because as harsh as her blunt words can sound, we can see from her reactions and inner monologue that just the thought of people dying is painful to her. so i think it's important to know that even if hakuno's first priority is the people close to her, she does think about others as well, i'd say that hakuno cares for just about anyone and everyone in some capacity. it's just that much stronger with someone she's emotionally bonded with.

now, hakuno genuinely is someone so kindhearted with only good intentions... which is a very important point 2 me!! she's not the type to damn the world for no reason and naturally dislikes the idea of anyone suffering. however, she can be scary determined to do what she must to accomplish her goal. it's only when push comes to shove and she's forced to make a choice where we'd really see this come into play methinks! we're entertaining what-ifs here and personally, i can really see hakuno take on a more,, morally questionable role ngl. hakuno's always acted in the way you'd expect a model person to be, but i think it's important to note that that comes out of her own personal values rather than a sense of justice or any chivalrous reasoning.

hakuno does want and try to operate within the scope of what is "good", but she wouldn't limit herself to it, if that makes sense. i'm not sure how to describe her morals, exactly, but hohhh boy it's super interesting to me! she's good at heart, but is willing to do something she views as evil if it meant the best for -insert name here- so when hakuno calls herself evil, it's because she has very clear and strong morals and a strong sense of good or evil, but at the end of the day, she's willing to discard anything and devote her everything to the things she loves.

that willingness to cross any line and discard her own morals, by definition, is immoral though. hakuno never does things without full awareness of her actions and the consequences that come with it, so she'd definitely be more than aware of that too. i think foxtail, which has that third line there "[...] so if you say you're bad— then I will just dye myself in your colors.", illustrates it so well..... it literally has hakuno staining herself with blood as she says that which- what more can i say!! it's just that undying devotion above all else <3 i have no doubt that she would be having a lot of complex feelings about it :uglycry:

i mentioned before that hakuno calls herself evil already, but it's best not to take her words at face value. she's a lot more complex than that!! she's a lot more complex than what even she gives herself credit for honestly!!!!! you gotta remember that even if hakuno seems cold/distant and claims to be a terrible person, she's repeatedly shown that she still cares about others no matter what and wants them to be happy. it's just that, again, she's willing to do a lot of things for that which is most important to her 💃🏻 tis just a matter of circumstance and priorities.... but yeah ! no matter the tiny universe, at her core she's still the same hakuno doing what she sincerely believes in and for what's most important to her.

it's very in line with hakuno actually! provided the proper circumstances, i can really see it happening 😳 we've seen hakuno in canon call herself "a failure as a master" because she cares more for her servant than the holy grail, so i can see her similarly condemn herself for prioritizing the well-being of an individual over,, literally everything else. i imagine it playing out like her choice to do what was necessary to survive in the holy grail war. she's absolutely firm in chasing after her goal, it's a decision she won't back out on, but she has a lot of difficult feelings about it too. it's not at all easy for her, and it would just add onto her already horrendous view of herself and her self-loathing :,)

I FEEL LIKE I DIDN'T REALLY ANSWER YOUR QUESTION .... 😳 but i think there's no easy answer to it tbh! hakuno has a tendency of simplifying things (for better or worse) but i think things are much more complex than that. so whether she's evil or good, that really depends on what we choose to think,,, if that makes sense,,, 🫠

as for a "corrupted" hakuno-- i'm not really sure what you mean by that?? if you're still out there nonnie 🥺 pls feel free to clarify! <3 i'm a fake fate writer lol so if it's corruption from the holy grail or something, then i have no idea how to answer because nasu lore eludes me 🗿 but i don't think that would be the case! hakuno's character is definitely influenced by others around her, but she's always the one actively trying to find and better understand herself and a reason to fight for. part of what makes her compelling is her immense resolve to do what she fully believes in — which is why all i've rambled about above there. knowing the full weight of her actions and her feelings about it is what makes hakuno so compelling imo!!

OUGHHH BUT (me, coming back after googling up the exact definition of corruption: 🤯) if we look at this in the scope of canon, this is a form of corruption actually ?? !!! remember: love was never intended and is actually mistaken for artificial intelligence made by the moon cell like bb and hakuno (: to go against their intended purpose of serving humanity as a whole in favor of an individual they've come to love is peak "corruption" for them, but we've seen how they both rather go against anything and everything rather than lose that precious feeling. I WISH THEY FOCUSED ON THAT CONCEPT IN CANON TBH 😭😭 JUST IMAGINE!!!! i wish they focused more on hakuno in general tbh </3

[sideshow-cellophane-blog]

Wyll's Enchanted Boots

Set somewhere in acts 1/2, once the group is more comfortable with each other. Astarion is a little sh!t prankster

"What did he do this time?"

"Enchanted Wyll's boots," Karlach snorted. "Poor guy can't get them off."

Shadowheart sneered. "He's going to give away our location if they don't keep it down."

"You want to get in the middle of their prank war, go ahead. They've been obsessed recently. But I think Gale or Tav cast something that soundproofed the camp before they left. Pretty sure we've all been making noise."

"Help! HELP! Get these things ohooooofffff! GaHA! TICKLES! IT TICKLES! Oh my GAHAHADS! HEEEEELP!" 

"No one will save you, darling fool," Astarion was watching Wyll roll on the ground struggling to remove the cursed boots. His smile was smug and satisfied - Wyll had been especially sassy and righteous during their travels that week and Astarion had had enough. He was sitting in a chair above the downed fighter swirling a wine glass with the occasional sip. "Another few minutes and that will have made up for all of those comments on my rat diet."

"Feheheathers! Th-thousands of feathers!"

"Yes dear, I'm sure it feels that way!"

Shadowheart shuddered, but she had weighed the options in her mind. "Oi! Astarion! Those were a good pair of boots. Why did you need to waste them with a curse like that?"

The vampire put a hand to his chest in false hurt. "This? A waste? I think not dear, I am more than satisfied with the results. Wyll, darling fool that he is, may have stepped into them unwillingly but now whoever wants to laugh themselves silly can do so anytime they please. It only lasts as long as you can keep them on…" He chuckled darkly.

"And will it be your turn after he manages to get them off?" She raised a brow. 

"I'd kinda like to try," Karlach shrugged. 

"Then pull them off meeeee! HaHAhahahaaa!" Wyll wailed.

"Nah, looks too intense. Or are you that sensitive?" She teased. "You walk around camp with a crop top Wyll, can't say I blame Astarion for getting ideas."

"And he has an extra pair of normal shoes lying around somewhere," Astarion waved his hand. "Unless they're enchanted too and Gale ate them...Hm. Heh. Heheh. Good luck fighting whilst laughing your arse off."

Shadowheart clicked her tongue. "It has been mere minutes, and he is crying."

"Heeeeeeelp!"

"Enough Astarion," Karlach laughed. "He's had enough."

"Alright, alright," Astarion sighed and set his glass down. "Hold still darling. Stop kicking your - hey! Stop kicking for a minute! Yes, thank you. Excellent self control. Let me pull the left off first…that's it, dear. Here you go, Karlach. You slip it on and it'll start tickling after a few moments. I'm only giving you one boot, otherwise you may get too excited and blow us up, you sweet touch-starved barbarian. Now Wyll, if you kick me again I'm leaving this one on….Alright goooood….Aaaaaand you're free!" He stood back up with a delighted smile and offered the other boot to Shadowheart. "Curious?"

"Hells no," She crossed her arms. 

"HEH! Heheheh. Haha, oh my, heheh, ohoho!" Karlach broke out into higher pitched giggles than anyone would have thought. "Hehehey! This isn't bahahad!...This is nihihice! H-how ticklish are you Wyll? Heheh!"

Wyll stayed on the ground as he watched his teammates and friends have fun. "I'm," he gasped, "I'm happy…at least one person…can enjoy that torture device…heheh…"

"Two people," Astarion reclined back on his chair like a cat. "I'll leave the pair by Halsin's tent when they come back and then we can get a proper show. You'll be thanking me."

Shadowheart looked down at the boot, up at Karlach who had taken a seat on the ground and was giggling, and sighed as she sat down beside her. "A kind gift you've given her," She said to Astarion. "But I'm curious as to why you want to see us laugh?"

"Better a smile on your face and cheer in the camp than slowly angering ourselves to murder darling, cruel pranks lead to cruel actions," Astarion set his glass down and stood. He spoke from experience with his spawn 'siblings.' "Now then. I'm going to-"

Wyll grabbed his ankle with a playful look in his eye. "Going to what?"

"Going to escape your grasp," He shook his leg, and when that didn't work he bent over to unwork Wyll's fingers around his ankle. "Going to…to just sliiiiide myself out of here while you loons have your fun…"

"Oh I think he deserves some form of payback for that," Shadowheart smirked and helped Wyll pull the vampire's legs out from under him so he landed face-first on the ground. "Us loons do want to have our fun."

Astarion yelped and tried to scramble away again, but he soon joined Karlach in a giggle fit as the pair squeezed his legs. Wyll was working on pulling off one of his shoes as Astarion did everything in his power to not actually kill the two. "H-hey now! I, heh, I thought thaHAT you'd prank me some other wahay! Gehet off yohou weirdos! AHEH! HEE! N-not the kneHEES! HEE!"

"You've been pranking us with laughter for weeks and we're the weirdos?" Shadowheart took more pleasure than she should have from making Astarion squeak. He was on the ground squeaking from their pinching and scribbling into the backs of his knees.

"It's only fair, Astarion! Stop kicking, you know you deserve to laugh just as hard as I did! C'mon Fangs," It took a few seconds, but Wyll managed to tug the enchanted boot over Astarion's one foot and sat on the pair of legs so he couldn't pull it off. "Karlach, get his other one!...Karlach?"

She appeared to be off in her own world, enjoying the teasing magic.  

Astarion's giggles became consistent and louder. Not that being pinned and forced to take their revenge helped, but he had not anticipated the boot actually tickling so much. Shadowheart was also on his waist pinching his sides from behind with her slender fingers now. Embarrassed, he hid his face in the crook of an arm and tried shooing her hand away with the other. He shot both back down when she slid them into his armpits, and they were pinned there making him cackle. He could only writhe on the ground and laugh at their mercy - yet he would take this over Cazador's punishments any day. His teammates weren't interested in hurting him when he acted out.

This was fun.

Wyll had decided to grab Astarion's free foot. Holding it by the ankle on the ground, he scratched his nails over the sole.

Not so fun. The nails were far worse than the feathers the boot tickled with.

Wyll exclaimed, "The Blade of Frontiers always finishes his fights! Give in yet, fiend?"

Astarion arched his back, raising his head high. Tears prickled the corners of his eyes and he had the largest grin only Shadowheart could see from the angle she sat at. "Yes, YEHEHES! GET OHOHAHAFF!"

And they did. 

Shadowheart patted his back when she slid off, and Wyll got off of his legs. "Need help with the boot?" 

Still giggling, the spawn pulled himself up and started to pull the enchanted item off with far more ease than Wyll had been able to. The other boot was tossed into his lap, and he saw Karlach cross-legged wiping her own eyes. 

"That was fun!" She exclaimed. "Haven't been touched like that before. Thanks, Astarion. I'll borrow those again." 

He coughed and snuck quick glances to Shadowheart, who was smirking at him on her knees, and Wyll, who was still dangerously close to his feet. When they made eye contact he wiggled his fingers in the air teasingly. "Juvenile pranks don't go unpunished, Astarion. Truce?"

They won't hurt you. They're having fun.

I'M having fun.

He pulled himself together after a second, pulling the smirk back over his face as a familiar mask. "How about well deserved pranks? You've been a brat this week Wyll, and I'm not above making you laugh as hard as you do your enemies."

"Tickling enemies is my thing!" He shot back. "You got these ideas from Gale and I!"

As they bickered, Karlach plucked the boots back from Astarion and grinned at Shadowheart. "I'll put these by Halsin's tent. It'll sure be a sight when they get back. I'm going to go sharpen my blades before these two start tickling each other again."

"I'll join you," As Shadowheart stood, Astarion indeed leaped onto Wyll and tackled him to the ground. Straddling him, he dug into the bare skin Wyll's cropped top exposed and loud laughter once again filled the camp. 

She smiled. Without realizing it, Astarion was great at team building.

[inthethickofbleeding]

Thoughts on Bridgerton S3

I'M JUST RANTING OKAY I've only seen part 2 once and these are just my thoughts and feelings I am gonna throw here and delete later when I probably change my mind after rewatching?? I just gotta rant😭

Penelope was so gracious and understanding and forgiving and I felt she deserved, in many moments, to be rightfully more upset, more vindictive, more fiercely witty and proud. Though I do LOVE all the things getting resolved and solved and brought to light and happy endings (I actually do love it), the journey there for me was missing a healthy and (imo) realistic dose of female rage. Just for the dramaaa come on. All the other drama going on here and Penelope is 'grateful for your counsel?' bfr. I'll show you grateful for your counsel by hating on it! She can show everyone her heart AND her teeth. She is more than capable and I thought that her character was reduced too much in the last four episodes. Penelope I want you to have everything, including your full range of emotion and humor and wit. Drink more w/ Madame Delacroix okay?? And with Lady Danbury.

I feel like my husbandColin was weirdly sidelined? I'm actually quite grateful for Part1 Colin, because I haven't landed anywhere yet with Part2 Colin. I knew he was jealous, I knew he was always going to forgive her...and we all knew he loved her....so the conflict/tension between them was not as interesting- for me! Just for meee. And stupidly drawn out. FOR MEEEEE. He had taken so many 'gallant' steps in his relationship with Penelope so when their wedding day and night and subsequent honeymoon days arrived and he was stuck in that attitude I was so unmoved. Don't play with me, Colin. Go worship your wife.

I JUST WANTED ANOTHER PURE VIOLET MOMENT! OF ANY KIND! Like before/about her dance with Marcus come oonnn! This is Violet! Please for the love. Also give me a convo with her and Penelope! Just one real one?? Damn. Her resolution with Francesca was alright? I guess. I do love that she isn't perfect with all of her kids, esp her daughters. But I feel they planted a lot of stuff for her as a mother and as a woman wanting to 'tend to her garden' you know? And it fell awkwardly for me. My favorite Bridgerton forever though.

HATE HATE HATE that Colin went to Cressida's house to make things worse trope. Seen it before. Didn't like it then and I don't like it now. AND he was forgiven so quickly. Absolutely not. DO NOT GO INTO ROOMS ALONE WITH ANYONE ANYMORE COLIN BRIDGERTON UNLESS IT IS UR WIFE PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME SLASH MY SCREEN. Go home to your wife and fix it there before you try to be all heroic outside of it okay. I will shave your head. I think I need Daphne.

Dear Eloise, you don't know what it is to be a friend, to have a friend, or even to lose a friend. Maybe I'm interpreting it wrong, maybe I don't care idk. But we start the show humanizing Cressida, bully since season 1 episode 1, THROUGH Eloise. BUT WHEN IT CAME TIME FOR THE FRIENDSHIP TO MEAN SOMETHING TO EITHER OF THEM Eloise willfully gave up, walked away, ran to the comfort of her privilege with her family and way-too-understanding friend. HOW DID WE CHAMPION SO MANY WOMEN ONLY TO ABANDON THIS THING W/ Cressida at the end as she was literally sent away alone.

Lady Danbury complaints similar to Violet. She is usually a more prominent player, so when she wasn't this season, well, I missed her and wanted anything more about her. But! Love her all the same.

HOW DARE THEY throw Kanthony back and forth all weirdy like that. Kate is here, just let us have Kate. And her lil loving husband. Come oooonnn. Three babies at the end and none of them Kate's😭 And Violet was overwhelmed and they didn't get to have another moment?? A lot of off-screen moments are told to us and we just get to believe whoever says whatever. Every actor here has shown they have skills for show-don't-tell productions! All those beautiful eyes! I just am feeling upset about the random use of this gorgeous couple. EVEN ANTHONY, Viscount and eldest brother of them all just walks away at one point when Colin is obviously needing more of him. Whatever.

Why why why did we have an original song PLUS an orchestral cover of it for both to be so unused??? Tori Kelly's song is so wedding-coded and so romantic and earnest. But it didn't make an appearance for Polin at all. Not at their wedding, not in their home, not in the carriage, not anywhere...

Maybe unpopular opinion but I hated "Yellow" being the wedding song. First see the point above and then please please just remember how much Penelope did to distance herself from that fucking color and the horrible memories of it. NOW! IF COLIN HAD MENTIONED IT SOME WAY OR WHATEVER THEN SUUUURRREEE keep the song. HOWEVER. EVEN THE WEDDING WAS NOT YELLOW, HER FAMILY WASN'T IN YELLOW, WE DIDN'T TALK ABOUT IT AT ALL WHY IS IT THE FUCKING WEDDING SONG WHEN THERE ARE MANY OTHER OPTIONNNNSSSSS WHYYYYY (idc why, I just hated it, even if I did cry).

Benedict has been cute and boring for far too long and that did not change for me in this season. TWO BRIDGERTONS with queer representation in an already huge season with so many storylines going on, I wish we could've celebrated it better. Amongst the thousands of other things that were being celebrated, Benedict has still been separated from them in weird ways.

Not a big point, just an interesting one. But where did Debling go? He just effed off to the wilderness? We spent a lot of time with him (and Cressida) in the first four eps.....and then he was gone.....okay.

Charlotte, I love you. You should know that first. But man you love to crash a party, and a wedding, and I just feel like you should've at least killed someone by now with all these theatrics. Even for Charlotte, I felt she was strangely incorporated into this last half of the season. She and Penelope are technically equals in many many ways- BUT WE NEVER GOT TO SEE THAT WIT AND BANTER PLAY OUT MORE WHYYYY

All in all. It's just my rantings. I was absolutely in love with the first four episodes. There was something so fairytale about it and it was so romantic. So, yes, I was disappointed in part 2 on the initial watch, despite the many things I loved about it. There was a lot going on and, sadly, most did not land for me. Yet.

It's a good show, I still love the show. I will be watching the show. Give me more of the show lol.

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s2 episode 2 thoughts

woohoo! we are back for another s2 moment! each night i do my duolingo and then have mulder and scully time <3

so we open on a boat which is already awful. boats are lowkey horrific. and something grabs a man working on the sewage and pulls him under. what the hell! worst case scenario on MANY fronts

then we see our good friend mulder who is listening to audio recordings. and boy was this a scene, because he had sunflower seeds everywhere, cartons of takeout scattered, a million empty cans and cups, and a page of little doodles. all while he sits in the dark.

i figured perhaps this was the squalor of the single man apartment, but no! someone opens a door and light pours in, and tells him he has to leave and someone else will take over his case. and that poor man gets forced into his disgusting space. truly the king of not giving a fuck. please try and give one fuck for me mulder

skinner moves him to a murder case in new jersey and he's all "but why did skinner want MEEEEE"

anyway he goes into the sewers, which are thankfully now free of eugene tooms due to the hard work of that one escalator... everybody say thank you escalator... and he finds a body and says send that back to the FBI

mulder busts into skinner's office to yell at him while he was IN A MEETING oh mulder!!! i get ur mad but have some decorum! he's like WHY are you wasting my time! well mulder if you want to work your way back up the ladder i think screaming at ur boss is not a good place to start!

(we also see that skinner's first name is walter and that he has a picture of bill clinton on the wall which i know made sense at the time but in 2024 it's just really funny. there's old willy looking over business)

cutscene to mulder Pondering in the dark and look! enter our dear friend scully!

"is this seat taken?" she asks "no, but i should warn you i'm experiencing violent impulses" he replies. "well, i'm armed, so i'll take my chances" she answered, and i audibly said "AWWW" <3 how sweet

he says he wants to leave the bureau! but she is his only reason to want to stay! gasp! we are gonna have to unpack that later!

she's like but you have a body right...? can i see the body....? can i pls pls pls pls be involved in ur case?

girl's night: autopsy edition! this body was quite decomposed and it had me wondering how exactly they film these scenes, and while i was pondering the process of making a prop body, we hear a loud thunk of scully removing the dude's rib cage to which i nearly fainted but we were Fine it's okay

and i'm holding my breath trying to deal with seeing this dude's insides when we get a WORM JUMPSCARE crawling about in his corpse

back in new jersey we see more sanitation workers and another man getting pummeled by the sewer beast... have we considered giving these men a raise?

the man has a nasty wound and i wrote "i am not built for this" in my notes but mulder strolls into the doctor's office while he's being checked out to investigate... we see the wound that the sanitation guy thinks is a snake that got into the sewers... and i'm thinking that doesn't sound right but i don't know enough about sewers to dispute that information

scully calls and he has to hang up and he gets ANOTHER call and picks up like "scully not now >:(" BUT THE GAG IS... it isn't her... it's some guy saying he has a friend in the FBI....... um

scully has mulder come down to the lab to show off the worm she found and give the audience a nice PSA to not eat raw meat! thank you dr. scully! we then get some worm facts and she seems pleased

BUT MULDER IS MEAN and he accuses her of being responsible for the phone call and she looks so hurt! she says she wouldn't betray his confidence by talking about him wanting to leave! mulder i get that you're in your questioning era but literally one episode ago she picked up your mostly dead body from a jungle compound so?? let's be rational here???

the next scene involved blood coming out of sanitation man's mouth and mostly what i wrote at this point was a few variations of "AUGH" "i cannot look" and "cannot handle this"

at the sanitation plant they capture whatever this Thing is and oh my. well. all i can really think of are those fake mermaids. you know the barnum fake mermaid hoax? or is that too 19th century niche? well either way, it looks like that but Worse. and equipped with suckers. it's a gnarly beast to gaze upon and i wrote more "AUGH"s here

cutscene to scully on a computer reading worm facts. back when you used a big ol computer to research creatures. i miss the 90's (disclaimer: i was not alive for them at all)

mulder lets her see the creature (which they have put in a mental hospital?) and she is SO excited to see this sort of beast BUT she figured out it was connected to the first attack because someone slipped a magazine article with a hint under her door!!!! looks like there really is someone on the inside...

she also says "i'd consider it more than a professional loss if you decided to leave" WAHHHHHHH <- me crying like a baby at this line

mulder's sitting in skinner's office like a kid stuck in detention and skinner says they're gonna prosecute the worm monkey baby thing and i nearly cried at the mental image of putting that beast on trial. skinner was like "you want to put it in the zoo?" I fear that's far more reasonable.....????? like how is he gonna testify he's WORM MONKEY BABY THING

mulder is again very pissed off and tells skinner that they could have saved the second man (who died in the shower while i was looking away from his bleeding) because he had agents who could have handled it but he shut the x files down and skinner is like. i know. but i was just following orders... tea....

okay so i THOUGHT the worm monkey was baby sized but now they're taking him somewhere else and he is full man sized... but he breaks out of his restraints, we hear a gunshot, and he escapes into a toilet... NO, i yelled to the sanitation worker on my screen, THE WORM IS INSIDE (he couldn't hear me)

mulder's at the scene and gets another mysterious phone call telling him he CANNOT mess this case up because there needs to be undeniable proof the x files must come back... okay no pressure!

so the worm monkey is somewhere in the sewer plant and scully calls like "i think the little worm we found was a baby and it's looking for a place to lay its eggs so we CANNOT let it escape"

(mulder and another worker go into the sewers without any sort of worm monkey handling equipment, idk i was thinking a shotgun might be appropriate here. like what did they think they were gonna do? wrestle it?)

the other worker falls in so NATURALLY our hero mulder (who is still a hero even if he has been cranky af lately) jumps in after him

and mulder GUILLOTINES the worm monkey in what can only be described as an average fox w 🔥🔥

at the end we see scully and mulder once again meet on a public bench in the dark, where she shares that the genetic testing proved that this thing was actually a mixture of human and worm that came from radioactive waste at chernobyl??? so. that's fucked up. haven't they suffered enough.

(but i like that this is a monster made possible by humans and yet still very real, even if that seems... an unlikely story... still, for dana scully's sake i'm happy this is something that can be proved by Science)

((although i hate to know what the implications are for the chernobyl dogs in this universe...))

we end with a shot of worm monkey baby, who has been split in half, re-opening its eyes. now i do think sea worms can sometimes grow back so this isn't SHOCKING. but it is displeasing nonetheless.

overall, listen; mulder, you've had it rough. they've slashed your life's work and you doubt reality. but man. clean your desk up. be nice to scully. skinner is clearly on ur side. i need to shake his stupidly tall frame and knock some sense into him. that beautiful woman wants to tell you worm facts and you should be writing it all down intently.

(good angst though, love that she's the only reason he wants to stay. and love her little autopsy time <3)

[analogwriting]

The Other Side of Paradise

Chapter 2: Hot Sugar

Killer x gn!reader word count: 2.7k first|next a/n: date time date time date time. also m'eudail is scotts gaelic for my dear/darling.

The next three days were pure torture. Your brain was running with different ideas of what the news could possibly be and why he wouldn’t just tell you. Part of you kind of wish he had never mentioned the news, just made the date. Then the anticipation wouldn’t be suffocating you like it was now. At least the news seemed to be good considering how he delivered it. You felt like if it had been bad news, he would’ve told you already. 

You tried getting answers from him to no avail. Hell, you had even tried to ask your cousin and your friends. They all seemed to have no idea what the news was. Which, typically Kid was incredibly terrible at lying and keeping secrets, so he had to be in the dark about it too. He must’ve had no idea.

Not even begging helped. When he had his mind set on something like this, there was nothing you could do to make him give in. Sure, you could make Killer cave just about any other time. You were his weak spot and he could never say no to you. Sometimes, you used it to your advantage.

���Baaaaaaaabe, tell meeeee,” you whined on that Wednesday night, laying on his chest in your shared bed. 

He snorted, rolling his eyes with a grin. “What did I tell you last night?” You frowned, huffing slightly, moving his hair as you did so. “To wait patiently.”

“Exactly. I promise it'll be worth it.” He kissed you on the forehead, a mischievous glint in his eye - he was enjoying this. It wasn’t often he had the upper hand, so he was reveling in it.. “And if you're good, I'll be sure to give you a nice reward, alright?” His fingers traced up your spine and you shivered. If you currently weren’t so exhausted, you’d jump his bones right now.

You sighed again, burying your face in his chest, officially giving up. “Fiiiiine,” you groaned, muffled by his muscles. 

And you left it after that, not asking again. Sure, you made a jab here and there, seeing if he'd crack in the slightest, but it just wasn't the case. He was determined not to tell you ahead of time. You knew you weren’t going to get an answer, so you decided you’d wait everso impatiently.

Friday finally came and you couldn't have been more excited - you were almost vibrating. Mostly because you were going to finally know what he’d been keeping from you this entire time. He took you to class that morning. You were going to just call out from classes, but after he said that he wouldn’t have told you any sooner just because you did so, or adjust plans accordingly, you decided to bite the bullet and go.

Lucky bastard didn’t have Friday classes, so he was going to have all day to just sit and have a good time knowing you were suffering in class. Though, he’d been enjoying your suffering the last few days as well, so you shouldn’t have been surprised. The sadist. 

Time felt like it was moving at snail speed on purpose. The world knew you were mere hours away from what you’ve been waiting for for so long. You kept looking at the clock, only to realize hardly any time passed, torturing you even more. You couldn’t focus on any of your classes, your head only filled with what Killer had planned. So many what ifs in your head.

You ran into Hop at one point, hanging out with her until your next class. It seemed like the universe had some mercy on you as it had allowed both yours and her class to be let out early. You were able to now verbally complain about the pain and suffering you were going through - as if you hadn’t already texted her about it a million times already.

She listened, like the wonderful best friend she is. Then she laughed in amusement at your predicament. You might have been a little dramatic with your theatrics. “Maybe he's finally proposing,” she mused. You just looked at her, eyebrows furrowing. “He's already done that though?” 

“When you were thirteen. That doesn't count. He needs to do it again, properly.” She folded her arms, leaning against the tree. You hadn’t even thought of that possibility.

“Well, he knows I've never been one to care about grand theatrics like that. The little proposal in the park when we were thirteen was enough for me.” You frowned, fiddling with the small band around your finger that he’d given you that day. The two of you hadn’t even really talked about an official one.

“Maybe so, but maybe he wants to do it.”

You looked at her for a moment. “Wait. Did he tell you something? Do you know what it is? Is it that?” You narrowed her eyes at her. “What do you know? Hop, it is your duty as my best friend to tell me everything you know!” You had been so content with the way things were with your boyfriend that you hadn’t even thought of a proposal or if he even wanted to do an official one.

The only plan you had made so far regarding those things was the fact you were going to get married after you finished school.

Hop laughed, shaking her head, holding her hands up in surrender. “No, no. I don't know anything that you don’t know.. I'm just shooting the shit and guessing.” She shrugged, moving to readjust her ponytail. 

“Shooting very specific shit in my opinion,” you grumbled, folding your arms and pouting slightly. You groaned loudly, flopping on the ground. “It's been killing me.”

“Guess he's living up to his name then, huh?” 

You stared at her for a moment before both of you fell into a fit of laughter. “What's so funny?” A voice chimed. You looked up, seeing Bubblegum joining the two of you. 

It was the perfect opportunity for you to, once again, complain about having to wait. Hop watched with amusement as you went into your whole thing again. Bubblegum looked just as entertained as you ranted about it. 

“What if he’s proposing?” He finally said.

“That’s what I said!” Hop burst into laughter and you just stared at him.

“C’mon, one of you have to know something. How come you both came up with the exact same theory when I - his own partner - didn’t even think about it?”

Bubblegum snorted, shaking his head. “Probably because we are from the outside looking it. We’ve only known the two of you for a couple of years now. You two have known each other for over a decade and been together almost just as long. So, of course you’re not going to think it.”

Hop nodded, folding her arms and leaning against the tree. “It’s true. You guys are basically married already. I’m surprised you don’t call him your husband, honestly.” She snorted.

You huffed, your face turning bright red. “Well!” You opened and closed your mouth a couple more times before giving up. You didn’t even know what to say, making Hop and Bubblegum fall into more laughter.

You spent the rest of the time before your next class just tossing around some of the craziest ideas of what this news could possibly be. It was nice. Mostly because it helped time fly by quickly.

-

When the bell rang to signal that your last class was over, you bolted for the door. You headed to the nearest bathroom, changing your clothes and cleaning yourself up for your date. You didn’t want to sit in your nice clothes during class, after all. You haven't gone out in a while, so you were excited to be able to dress nice for the occasion. 

Once dressed, you hurried your way to the parking lot where you knew Killer would be picking you up. You saw his pick up, your heart racing with excitement as you headed over. All of your suffering would end soon enough! 

He must've been keeping an eye out for you because as you grew closer to his truck, he hopped out, rounding around to meet you. 

You grinned widely, running up to him and jumping into his arms. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around him as you kissed him. You were just so excited! You smiled against him and felt as he did the same. You heard a couple people whistle at the two of you and someone shouting to get a room.

Oh, you’d be doing something of that vein tonight, that much was sure.

“You look great, y/n,” he said with a smile. You returned the grin, love and affection evident on your face. “You look good too.” He wasn't dressed to the nines, neither were you. It wasn't your speed. But both of you were dressed in nicer clothes and looked a little more put together than you usually did - the usual look being graphic tees and ripped jeans for the both of you. You often wore Killers clothes anyway, so baggy was also your usual look. 

“Shall we get going?” You nodded at his question, jumping down as he opened the door for you. He helped you in before rounding to the drivers side. 

Killer’s truck was one that could be either a manual or an automatic. He preferred driving manual because he liked having the extra control over his truck, but when you rode with him, he would drive automatic. Solely for the reason being that he could rest his hand against your thigh as he drove. When it was in manual, he had to keep it on the stick shift so he could switch gears and such. When it was in automatic, he didn’t have to do all the extra shifting, so his hand was free to rest where it belonged - on you in some way.

You were basically bouncing in your chair. Sure, you've been on plenty of dates before. Of course you have, being together as long as you have, but you always enjoyed it as if it were a new experience every time. You just enjoyed spending time with him. He was your favorite person, after all.

You didn’t catch it because you were too distracted, but he watched you with amusement and love from the corner of his eye.

It didn't take long to arrive at the smoothie place. The town you had resided in was small. The college is the only reason there was ever traffic in this tiny place. During the summers, it was dead. Not that you really cared, you had your friend group, even if they did grow sparse over the summers. You still had the same four people to hang out with that you always did.

Killer parked, leaning over to kiss your cheek before hopping out to open the door for you. He helped you climb out. He knew you could do it on your own, but he just liked helping. It was also just another excuse to be close to you - to touch you. He was just as infatuated with you as you were with him. 

You headed into the building, a skip in your step as you walked. Killer’s arm wrapped around your waist as you headed inside. You looked around, admiring the new little joint - it was cute. It was busier than you thought it would be considering it was still new, but maybe that's also why it was popping. 

There were so many choices that you didn't know what to decide on. “These are some fancy smoothies,” your boyfriend said. You nodded, looking at the advertisement photos and other peoples tables. They seemed to be garnished with actual fruits or vegetables. “It's kind of really cool.”

The two of you ordered, waiting at the end of the counter for your drinks. 

“What movie are you gonna wanna see?”

You thought for a moment. “Either some B rated horror movie or a romcom.” You just wanted to see something light hearted. Besides, the two of you were sometimes terrible at actually watching the movie. It was as if the moment the lights went down - the two of you were immediately on each other. It’s also why you both always picked seats in the back and away from people. You knew your terrible habits.

It wasn’t long before your smoothies were done, heading to a table towards the back and sitting down. “This is the coolest smoothie I've ever seen.”  Naturally, you pulled out your phone, taking an aerial photo to send to your friends before taking the standard ‘date night!’ photo of the two of you before putting your phone away. 

Typically, you refrained from being on your phone while on dates. You would take one of two photos, but the rest of the time your attention was solely on the love of your life. It wasn’t a challenge either, you preferred it that way. You just took pictures for the memories and to look back on. Killer wasn’t really that much of a social media or phone person, so his was hardly out.

Most of the time, you were surprised if he even had it on him. You asked him once why that was and he just responded with ‘my whole world is right here, why do I need a phone?’ and it almost made you immediately cry.

You looked at Killer, staring at him expectantly. He blinked. “What?” You narrowed your eyes. “You know what.”

It dawned on him and he chuckled, shaking his head. “Not yet.” 

You inwardly groaned. Just how long was he gonna make you wait? He already made you wait three days, hasn’t it been torture enough?

“I want us to enjoy ourselves first.”

You paused from sipping your treat. “That…makes it sound like it’s not good news.”

Killer snorted, shaking his head. “It's definitely good news, but it's also big news.”

You narrowed your eyes. Maybe Hop was right. Maybe it was a proposal. He certainly wouldn't do it in the middle of a place like this with all these people. He knew you hated having eyes on you, so it would make sense if he wanted to wait to tell you. Though, you feel like if he was going to propose, he wouldn’t have called it “news.” “Surprise” would’ve made more sense.

Gah! What was it!?

“You're killing me here,” you grumbled, folding your arms and sitting back in your chair, going full pout mode. Your boyfriend watched you with an amused look on his face. 

“C’mon, don't be like that,” he mused, taking your chair and pulling you closer to him. You gasped at the sudden movement but tried to keep up your little pouting act by slightly turning from him. His lips found their way to your cheek, his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you in. “Baaaabe,” he crooned in his deep voice, kissing your cheek again. 

“I promise it'll be worth it.” Just as you were his weakness and couldn’t say no to you (most of the time), he was also your weakness. You struggled staying mad at him even if you were just being dramatic. He poked at your side and you tried to ignore him, but failed miserably as he kept doing it. You fell into a fit of giggles, turning towards him to catch his hands. “Okay! Okay. I'll be patient. I've waited this long. What's a couple more hours?”

“That's m'eudail,” he mused, kissing you. You smiled, leaning into him. You pulled away, honestly glad the two of you had picked a corner to sit in. That didn't stop stares from coming your way anyway, but you couldn't care less. 

“I love you,” he said once you pulled away, making you grin even more. “I love you too.” You kissed him once more before turning back to your smoothie.

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[dccomicsbracket]

Motivations:

Courtney Whitemore (Stargirl)

she is so dear to meeeee She is so petty and fun. An interesting take on a more modern teen hero. Also, found family <3

Roxanne "Roxy" Leech

Teen CEO and model having to fix her dad's messes. She's a fun character although some of her writing is dated. She is a somewhat rare DC Character in the fact that she thinks de-escalation is important. When Superboy's DNA was unravelling she donated her own genetic material in a dangerous procedure causing her to briefly die. After this, she and Superboy proclaimed themselves sibling. She also once fuses with an Alien being while competing an Alien Drag Race (some kind of race, I forget what called) to make money to pay of her father's debts. She cares about helping people in her own way and has a good heart.

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Meanwhile!

*When Makoto and Nagi arrive, they saw Kyosuke, Juzo and Mikan holding Saki back while Hiyoko was out of her wheelchair, looking to be bleeding and Kazuo and Masa watching*

Look, just stop you don't need to kill her! I know your upset but just calm down and we need her!

*sliding herself away from Saki* Ge-Get the fuck away from me, I re-really don't remember!

Oh your fucking full of you little bitch, I know for certain you watch the footage you certainly should remember my face and when you killed not only my husband but my 3 sons.

One of them being barely a month old and yet you here act all high and fucking mighty like your a fucking queen which I don't even give 2 flying fucks about your talent, what a pathetic twerp that I want to slash to bits, since you fucking deserve every awful thing you've done; and given the fact her legs don't work anymore she makes for an easy target.

Pl-Please...I say I'm sorry, I'm really really sorry! Do-Don't kill me!

Sa-Saki, look I get you want to kill her but that isn't your order!

Yeah, we told you to help with their identities; not kill them!

And why should I? You all are aware I hate the Ultimate Despairs more then anyone, Kyosuke! I thought I made it clear I was NEVER gett to help this little bitch yet you didn't listen and seeing how she acted, it proves it!

So I think I'm gonna spread her organs all across the island, make sure her head is on a god damn spike and rip her heart out before she even has a moment to fucking breath...hahahahaaaaaa!

Oh my god, she's gonna fucking kill me! Someone he-help meeeee!!! Ge-Get this crazy bitch away from meeeee!!

WAAAAAAAAH, HEEEEEEEELP MEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEEEEE!!!!

Wow... I was uh, I was not expecting the consequences to come sooner...

Indeed, it seems bad luck strike at the worse moment, hm?

Yeah and I did warn her, oh well - not my problem, probably this be a good wake up call...

Oh dear...

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

WOOOO!! Congrats on the 6,000!!!! 🥳🙌✨ I’m so happy for youuuuu~!!

Fandom I’d like to be shipped in: Baldur’s Gate 3 please 🙏

Gender I’d like to be shipped with: Any

Description of my personality:

Word I would use to describe myself: creative. Word others might use to describe me: friendly (alternatively: dramatic). I love people, but sometimes I get exhausted and need some alone time after interactions. Except with kiddos—I could play make-believe and be asked 9million questions by all the children all day and still be good to go on all the adventures. I have strong emotions but sometimes I get stuck in a dissociative state and have trouble expressing things—it takes some grounding for me to stay present. Music is my first love, but I’m studying to be a medical herbalist at the moment. Being outside exploring and foraging soothes me just as much as curling up inside on a rainy day with a good book and a cup of herbal tea. I tend to roam and don’t like to close myself off to different experiences, but at the same time I crave a safe place to call home, and I endeavor to make that place a safe haven for all who enter.

Who I would ship you with and why:

Okay, I kept going back and forth in my bed for your ship, so I’m picking two! 🤗

1. Astarion. Because I feel like you would get on like bread ‘n’ butter. Both respecting each others’ space but also being there for each other too when needed. You’d have a relationship based on deep understanding and mutual respect—you get each other. And neither of you judge the other for what you feel or the boundaries you both might have. Also, with his love for reading he’s definitely going to encourage you to finish writing your books so he can read them. Also, picture this: you writing away, Astarion’s head resting in your lap—every now and then you pause in your writing, absentmindedly running your fingers through Astarion’s soft curls as you think about what to put on the page next. You swear you hear Astarion purr like a cat. You look down at him and he’s the picture of pure contentment: eyes closed, body relaxed, face blissfully serene. He might not be moving from your lap for a while, but you don’t mind. You go back to writing, a sense of renewal I washes through mind as you feel the comforting weight of his body against yours.

2. Gale. Because I know you both are going to infodump on each other—and you both absolutely adore when the other is off on another tangent about something they’re passionate about. Gale feels utterly cherished when you listen him talk about the things near and dear to him. He’s never really had anyone listen to him as attentively as you do. He usually finds people are prone switching off and zoning out so he’ll cut himself off. But not with you. The look of genuine interest you give him, and the questions you ask never fail to warm his heart and spur his enthusiasm on. He is more than willing and happy to return the favor for you and finds himself more captivated by you with every word that passes through your lips. He also completely understands what he’s like to be lost in one’s own head. So he has no qualms about you needing alone time. Also it doesn’t hurt that Tara absolutely adores you—she even lets you rub her belly and she doesn’t even let Gale do that.

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P.S. I’m waaay more active on my side blog @i-cast-bardic-inspiration but I can’t send asks from there…I didn’t know side blogs couldn’t send asks until after I established mine :’) so anyway, if I reblog or respond from that one, just know—it meeeee~! ✨

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P.P.S. Congratulations again—you deserve all the best!! Because you are:

✨ T h e B e s t ✨

I ship you with Wyll

You two strike the perfect balance of wanting the same things out of life while also being different enough to keep things interesting.

Wyll wants to help people, first and foremost, but at the same time, wants a home he can call his own. With you, he can have both.

You two could have so many adventures together. He would be enraptured by your knowledge of nature and how you use it to help cure others. He'd want to show you everything, telling tales of his own travels and promising to take your there to see them for yourself.

At the same time, knowing he can build a home with you is everything to him. He would love nothing more than to be able to curl up with you after a long day and drink tea. He will dance with you in the kitchen, humming a song into your ears. Just imagine the two of you playing with a bunch of kiddos. You're everyone's favorite baby sitters!

It's the place the pair of you can retreat to when it gets to be too much. He knows it's sometimes difficult for you to experience all the emotions you feel as deeply as you do. He'll be more than patient, allowing you to work through them rather than force you to pretend they don't exist. It's one of the things he loves about you.

In conclusion, let this prince charming sweep you off your feet. He is begging to!

I'm weeping. I love them both so much. Thank you! This is a polycule I can get behind.

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[fluffykitteninabox]

Can’t help but wonder if you actually own a fluffy kitten that likes boxes…. (My way of asking to see your cat)

oh you've just awakened the proud pet mom in me!!

prepare for long rambling 😂

so I have 2 cats actually (and a dog)

This is Mauroutsos (it means black but with a suffix that makes is sound like a name. But like not a normal name, it makes him sound like an old war general with a thick moustache!!)

he really likes this fruit crate, and there's also a cardboard box we have in the storage room that he likes to sleep in. The storage room is like his room basically because we also cook there and the dog isn't allowed in. They get along well, they even sleep together when it's cold, but the dog likes to drag him around a lot. Mauroutsos doesn't do anything though. He meows loudly and complains a lot but he just lets him drag him around with no fight.

He's very dramatic like: "noooo moooom heeelp meeeee!!!" but then he just sits there 😂

My username was actually made before I ever got a cat so... idk should I change it to fluffy kitten in a fruit crate??

This is Tony Mozzarella, but we just call her Mozzarella. @dear-ao3 named her for me!! 😂😂 (but I don't know if it was saph or katya because back then I still thought it was just one person. I'm a fake fan sorry 😢)

she got hit by a car in front of our house (she's fine, her jaw is just crooked) and our dog started crying because he saw the whole thing and then my parents had her in the storage room for 3 days to see if she'll be ok and then she just never left our house.

she's very cuddly, she literally lets strangers hold her and she's constantly purring. Her meows are very quiet, she just opens her mouth and almost no sound comes out.

This is Kanelos (it means cinnamon)

he's friendly with most people. He has declared war against my mom's flower garden (he is currently winning). He likes playing with the cats, but he's very clumsy and Mozzarella is kind of scared of him because she's like the size of his head.

The striped cat in the last photo is Tiger (he passed away a few months ago, he and Mauroutsos were brothers)

I love them all very much 🥰🥰 and I miss them a lot (I'm studying in a different town so I only see them when I visit my parents on holidays 😔)

[cruzzramirez]

Day 13: #OOTD - 5 Outfits Cruz saw and thought, I wish I could pull that off.

Eilonwy's look at Mufasa's Memorial Gala

In general Cruz wishes she could feel comfortable in dresses let alone look good in them. I think as a rule of thumb Cruz probably sees what Eilonwy is wearing (like what she wore to this years prom could also be here, or even just what she was wearing in that thread with Willow when Willow was wanting to join Women in STEM and thought it was for plants <3) and is envious of her style and looks! I chose this one in particular because Mufasa's Memorial was where Cruz was excited about the scholarship announcement and was trying to figure out what to wear to something that important, but never found anything Good Enough and then showed up and saw Eilonwy in the masses and was like, OUGH. WISH THAT WAS MEEEEE-

2. Mirabel in Desperatley Seeking Advice with Jeremy

THAT BEING SAID, I also think Cruz looks at Mirabel's style and also feels envious of her, just for opposite reasons to Eilonwy <3 I do think Mirabel is more on par with what Cruz usually wears, only Cruz wears more athletic wear/athleasure compared to what Emma usually posts for the lovely Mira. And Cruz WISHES she could dress like Mirabel and pull it off. The layering, the cute trousers, and whatever embroidery stuff Mira adds to her wardrobe. I always think of their first thread together, when they were moving into the dorms, and Mirabel was offering to touch up Cruz's clothes. That is when it all began <3 But yeah, I think Mirabel is an achievable style that Cruz would want in comparison to the other looks on here, since she isn't totally femme as far as her clothes go and what she's comfy in, but she just doesn't think she could reach the bar if she were to go that route with her clothes.

3. Roxanne at the Barbie Themed Party

This was deffo coming from a place of, "Oh my god, this person used to be my best buddy in the whole world and I can't even say how SLAY she is right now because that would be sooooo weird." as well as place of envy because Cruz could never wear this (she doesnt think she could anyway!) and would have looked at Roxanne like embarrassed about her own fit in comparison. She can't do skirts and she doesn't really do the midrift/crop top look either. So this whole thing just had her sighing to herself.

4. Vanessa's (initial) Prom 2023 Look

Vanessa is also someone Cruz admires (from afar <3) because of her (Cruz's perceived <3) attitude and general ~coolness~. Cruz doesn't think of herself as having a style so much as she has clothes she got handed down and now just wears them and doesn't waste money on new clothes because why would she do that. Anyway, the point is, she admires Vanessa's aesthetic !!! esp here!!! also the emphasis on the Legs of it all. Cruz would never even imagine wearing something like this and wishes she could <3. Even down to the make up !

6. Amity's Pride Look

Another girlie that Cruz admires for her attitude and fashion, as well as her Magick Grand Prix skills <3. ANYWAY, her looks are always sauuurrrrr /clenches fist. I chose this one though because of the additional context of the Pride celebrations going on and going out there in a nice black mesh shirt. Back on the whole crop top thing, Cruz is too self conscious to show off this much skin and be confident about it! Even at something like Pride, where no one gives a shit and it's just a nice, good time. This is one of those moments where Cruz would have looked over, seen Amity walkin around in something simple yet amazing and Cruz would have looked down at her baggy ass t-shirt and Nike shorts and been like, ouGH why can't I wear something like her :(

7. Kleo in Roomates? More Like Best F(r)iends with Emira

Another dress, another day Cruz was walkin' out of the dorms building after seeing the new girl moving in thinking to herself, "Dear God, it's me, Cruz. Why didn't you give me the gift of slay???" On top of falling in love upon first sight, Cruz deffo would have seen this dress with the boots and just WISHED she could wear something like that without feeling goofy about herself. And like she knOWs she could, but she also knows she wouldn't feel comfortable in it either. She doesn't like em or how they look on her for some mental block-ing reason. Also just like, the effort of it all is probably something that stops her a lot since she doesn't think the reward is worth the time with herself. But yeah, fer suuureee this is something she wishes she could pull off.

[serial-doubters-club]

What's your favorite 3 Inuyasha fanfictions that you've written to date and why?

Guess who finally caught up on grading and can't avoid answering your wonderful ask anymore?

Yup. It's meeeee!

Asdfghjkasdfghjk I'm having such a hard time writing this because you know how terrible I am at complementing my own writing, which is probably at the heart of my awful self-promotion skills. 🤣🤣🤣

Ok, ok, here goes!

1. Courage and Strength 💕

I loved the process of writing this story. From writing that flashback with Kagome's father and the Mama Higurashi/Kagome moment in the garden, I was emotional from start to finish. I was able to connect with Kagome in that we've both lost a father young, and I really pulled inspiration from that pain as well as my mom's experience as a single mother raising a daughter that wanted to take on the world to write it, and it was so therapeutic in so many ways. I loved that I finally got the opportunity to verbalize my headcanons of Mama and Papa Higurashi's past, as well as the reason behind Mama Higurashi's attitude toward Kagome traveling to the Feudal Era, even if just briefly.

I'd never experienced the feeling of having a story practically write itself until this one. I didn't even care that this fic didn't get much attention because in writing it alone, I felt so satisfied with every aspect of it, how it came together, and above all else, how it made me feel. It's probably the first fic that truly allowed me to experience the satisfaction of writing for myself.

2. Touch ❄

This fic was inspired by one of my favorite scenes from the Webtoon "True Beauty." I turned up the self-indulgence for this one and included all of my favorite things: a cold, winter night setting (+ snow!!!); inukag, of course; a beautiful face touch because it's so them; and a confession that's not really a confession but it actually is, and It's everything. 😬

3. Butterfly 🦋

I love introspective Inuyasha and that's pretty much what this fic consists of. It takes place after Kagome's return to the Feudal Era and Inuyasha reflects on how unreal it seems and at the same time on his fear that she might be an illusion that could shatter at any moment. It was inspired by one of my favorite BTS' songs, "Butterfly", which guided me in creating (or at least attempting to create) a moment that's so delicate you feel like you have to hold your breath inside of or risk shattering it. I think I did a good job of weaving the joy, the fear, the hope, the incredulity, and longing from the lyrics into the fic, and I'm really proud of that. Also, I'll take any opportunity to write Inuyasha pulling Kagome into his arms and them holding onto each other for dear life.

Ok, fine, I guess it wasn't that hard to say nice things 🤣🤣🤣 You got me! @classysassy9791 Thank you for this ask!!! 💙💙💙

[queen-of-fanfics]

He's Mine pt. 2

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Prompt: You and Loki are the classic, enemies to lovers. All is well until someone attacks you.

He’s Mine pt. 1

A/N: heeeeey y'allll ... don't hate meeeee. I know this took forever and I'm sorry!!!!!! But I hope y'all like it!!!! I don't know if I would write another part to this, I've never written over 2 parts but y'all let me know. Cause I definitely heard y'all on the last post! Anywho ... I got covid so I finally had the time to sit down and write this! Love y'all!! Don't hate me! <3

I tried to tag everyone who asked to be in the last post. I believe some users didn't pop up as I was doing it so I'm sorry if I didn't get everyone! But enjoy! (Also what are your thoughts on some eternals fanfic? is that something you would like?)

“Loki, dear, you really should get some rest. You haven’t eaten or slept in days. This isn’t healthy for you.” A feminine voice carried through the room.

“I’m fine,” A deep voice grumbled.

“You certainly don’t look fine. At least take a shower or-”

“I said I’m fine, mother, leave it alone.”

She sighed and the room went quiet.

“She’s been unconscious for nearly a week now and the doctors don’t know when she will wake up.” He said.

“The doctors got her stable. She’s safe, she just needs to build up her strength and when she is strong enough, she will wake. You don’t need to fret.”

“How could you say that?! She was bleeding out right in front of me, I thought she was going to die. The doctors say that they stabilized her, yet she still lies there like a corpse. How can I not worry?”

The room was quiet for a beat before the woman spoke in a soft and quiet tone, “Loki, who is she? Who is she to you? I have never seen you worry over anyone, let alone a woman. I’ve seen her around before but I never thought she was someone of importance to you.”

The man never replied. The silence was deafening.

You were conscious enough to hear the conversation but all you could see was black. Using all the strength you had, you forced your eyes open. Your eyes only opened a sliver but it was enough for the bright sun to burn your eyes.

Wincing, you let out a small moan in protest. Goodness, it felt like knives were shoved down your throat. What happened to you?

“Y/N? Y/N, can you hear me?” The man’s voice asked you. You recognized your name so surely, he must know you.

You still keep your eyes tightly shut, afraid of the sun, but you felt his arms around your shoulders and back giving you support. You put your trust in him and use his support to slowly sit you up.

“I’ll go grab the doctors,” the woman called out before you heard heels clicking away from you and the sound of a door shutting behind her.

“Y/N, can you open your eyes? Let me see you,” the man’s voice cooed.

Shaking your head slightly while scrunching your brows together, you let out a moan of protest. You didn’t want to open your eyes, you were already feeling a headache coming on.

“Come on, I’ll shield your eyes. Try again for me, I need to see them, please. For me?” Whoever this man, you felt like you could trust. Something about him made you want to please him. There was this feeling of … home that settled in you when you heard his voice. That feeling should’ve frightened you but you liked his support.

Cautiously, you peel your eyes open. The room was still bright, but nearly as much as before. You could see his hand hovering over your eyes, blocking the sun from hitting your eyes. You take your time to adjust to the light and to take in your surroundings. The man next to you is patiently watching you with a conflicted look in his eyes.

“Are you alright?” You croak.

He lets out a chuckle in disbelief as he slowly lowers his hand, gauging your reaction. When he sees that you aren’t flinching away from the light, he walks away to a table on the side of the room.

Speaking as he pours a glass of water, he says, “If anyone should be asking that, it should be me to you. I wasn’t the one that was stabbed nearly to death.”

“I was stabbed?” You have no memory of this. Come to think of it, you have no memory at all. Touching your stomach, you wince slightly from a sharp pain there. Looking down at your gown, you slowly touch your side again and sure enough, you can feel bandages under your clothes.

The man comes back to your side and hands you the glass before he sits himself at the end of your bed. You greedily gulp down the water as he watches you.

“You don’t remember? The doctors warned me that you would most likely suffer from some short-term memory loss. You lost a lot of blood. We’re just happy to have you here alive. Don’t worry though, the doctors assured me that it would only be for a short time. Your memory will come back as you heal. If not, I know some very good witches that could help you as well.”

Water had never tasted so wonderful. You were so desperate for water, you didn’t even are as drops of water slipped from your lips and ran down your neck. Take a deep breath of air, you remove the empty glass away from your face, and hold it in your lap.

The man is smiling kindly at you as he reaches up to wipe your face. “Thank you. You’re very kind. I’m still very confused but … I think I would be lost if you weren’t here.”

He chuckles to himself, “You would be the first person, and most likely the only person, to ever say that to me,” he whispers.

“I’m sorry. You must be really important to me. I feel ... safe with you. I feel horrible for having to ask but …. Who are you? And, I guess, who are you to me?”

The man stares blankly at you for a second before he looks away, staring into the corner of the room. He’s sitting right beside you, but yet, at that moment it felt as though he was miles away. Whatever he was thinking was pulling him away from you.

Quickly backtracking, you say, “I’m sorry. Don’t even worry about it. You said it’s just some short-term memory loss. It’ll come back to me soon. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt or offend you. I just … can’t remember.” You hurried through your sentence but your voice died out towards the end. The longer he wasn’t looking at you, the worse you felt. It felt like dread was sinking in your stomach.

“No. It’s alright. You can’t help it. I’m not upset with you.” The man spoke but he still wasn’t looking at you.

“I know the woman who hurt you,” he whispered.

“You do?”

He responded with only a nod. The room felt stifling. It was dead silent and the air was still. You didn’t like what fell over him. You wanted the man who was doting over you mere seconds ago.

“I’m sorry-” you started to say.

“No.” The man said roughly before he quickly stood up from your bed.

“It isn’t you who should be sorry. I am. I’m sorry. It’s because of me you’re in this predicament.” He was looking at you as he spoke but he felt different. His eyes were staring daggers but yet, it didn’t feel as though they were directed at you.

A sinful, mischievous smile appeared on his face and he straightened to stand at his full height, towering over you now. “But not to worry. I will take care of it and make sure it will never happen again.”

“I don’t understand,” you mumble, frightened at the sudden change.

“You don’t need to. You need to focus on healing and getting your strength back. There should be food on the way for you. I must leave now.” With that, he quickly stepped back and headed for the door.

Right as he twisted the handle and pushed to leave, you protest, “No, please! Don’t go. I don’t know what’s going on or who anyone is. Please, I need you.”

He stands there in the doorway, looking out into the hall, not even glancing back at you.

“Please. You never even told me who you were. I’m scared,” you end with a whisper.

It feels like an eternity as he stands there, not moving.

“I’m sorry …. I must go.”

And with that, he pushed out and leaves. The bright room suddenly feels dull as you sit there, more confused than ever.

TAGS: @speedy-object-dream @kingtwhiddleston @dacreshoney@hayden429 @lokistoriesblog @lokiswildheartcantbebroken @bowharper @lanieshroom

[lily-sinclair-2006]

Say a little prayer:

Paring: Eddie x reader.

Summary: Reader convinced Eddie to sing this with him. You and Eddie are best friends. This is how you confess your feelings. ~~~

“Oh come on! Please.” You said, Begging on your knees. Eddie Munson looked at you with annoyance.

“I don’t sing songs about love. Especially with my best friend infront of hundreds of people.” Eddie rolled his eyes at your state.

“Please, I will literally do anything.” You begged. He sighed thinking.

“Fine, but if I regret it- you will be sorry.” Eddie said, you smile and grab his hand.

“Let’s go.” She grabbed a mic headset. “Okay.”

~Cue music~

Backround: “Say a little prayer for you.”

You walk out. “The moment I wake up, before I put on my makeup.” You move to the middle of the stage. “I say a little prayer for you.” You put your hand out so Eddie can grab it.

Eddie walks out and grabs your hand lightly. “While combing my hair now and wondering what to where now. I say a little prayer for youu.” He smiled at you.

“Forever, you’ll stay in my heart.” You two sing together. You have a blush on your face. “If we aren’t together it would mean heart break for me.”

“I run thought the bus dear and when I think of us dear.” Eddie sang, You look at him with heart eyes and Smile. You sang together and than came the end.

“Will Only be heart Breeeaaak foor meeeee~” you look in his eyes and lean into a kiss.

Eddie’s eyes widened in surprise before he closed them, pulling you in by your waist. You broke the kiss hearing applause. You looked at the crowed and Waved. You walk off stage.

“What was that?” You heard your Best friend, Robin say. “Was this your plan?” You nod and looking at Eddie.

“He uh- I don’t he got it.” You say quietly. Feeling a little upset.

“Y/N! That was rocking” Eddie said, looking at you closely. You fidget with your hands.

“Thank.”

“Had no idea you could sing.” Eddie said, you rolled your eyes. He smiles and leans down. He kisses your lips. “By the way Princess, I knew.”

He walks away. As you stand there looking dumb. “What-

~~~~~~~~ The idea was: SING 2! lol-

[milkacchan]

Request for anon: can i ask for a bakudekufem!reader in a poly relationship? maybe a fluff scene where they cuddle together in bakugou's bed after a stressful day? bakugou is a little grumpy because he lost a fight with todoroki, and deku and the reader are trying to comfort him and make him feel better! (sorry for the bad english)

You speak english better than I do baby, you're fine. And does the reader have the same powers as the avatar?? Yes. Also, my headcanon for Bakugou is asshole to the world sweetheart to his girl (in this case Midoriya too)

It had been a rough day for the lot of you. The class had been split up for training exercises at an on campus spot and it was pretty rigorous. It wasn't ideal for anyone in the situation, including teachers, to push this hard, but with all the recent attacks and trouble seeming to come from their particular class, it was necessary.

Students were grouped up based on skill and put against another, A hero/villain exercise, in case it came to a villain having the same training.

Deku understood, theres a lot of traditional and standard training that heros go through; there are multiple cases of students coming out of hero academies that simply take the wrong path, so if the case arouse where they had to fight someone with their same basic training, it'd be a challenge. The training exercise would help them prepare. Personally, he was thrilled about it, however, his two partners didn't share the same view. Y/N was tired from homework the night before and her quirk took a lot out of her, it was still developing boundaries and she was still working on control. It'd come a long way since freshman year but it was far from perfect.

Bakugou just didn't want to be there. He was annoyed from the previous period the three wished eachother good luck before parting and going their separate ways.

Y/N was sent off first. She won her fight, it was one of the longest ones that took place, but she collapsed at the end, her body too tired to keep standing. With reassurance from her friends, she was sent off to the infirmary for a check up.

"I'm proud of how far you've come, this is the first check up in months, but you must learn how to control it." Recover girl scolded.

"I know, I know. But I'm not sure how. It's hard."

"Your quirk is still developing, you haven't discovered all of it's limits," she spoke softly, running a wash cloth over her forehead. "You have a very strong quirk dear, one of the strongest we've seen in awhile. It'll be hard but you'll manage."

Y/N smiled softly, "Thank you."

"Now get some rest, you'll be able to leave after the class, but that won't be for a few hours."

Y/N nodded and closed her eyes. Recovery girl replaced the cool towel and left the room.

Hours later, Y/N woke to voices, it took her a minute to recognize, but when she did she smiled softly. All might, Midoriya, and Aizawa.

"You're awake!" All might smiled. She smiled.

"Mhm."

"How do you feel?"

"Better. Still a little tired but I'll be okay."

"We need to work on stability, but you impressed me today." Aizawa nodded.

"Thank you, sir." She smiled. With a few more exchanged words, the two teachers left, leaving her and Izuku.

"Where's Kats?" She frowned, clearly bummed that he wasn't there in the room.

"Sulking. He lost a fight to Todoroki. He's probably still ranting to Kirishima." She nodded slightly. "You can walk right?"

"Yes, Izuku, I'm fine."

"You didn't look fucking fine." A voice grumbled to the doorway.

Y/Ns head snapped up and she grinned. "Baby,"

"Hey princess." He brushed Dekus hand as he walked by before stopping in front of ger and kissing her forehead. "How you feeling?"

"M fine, I dunno why you guys are fussing so hard." She stood up and rolled her eyes.

"Well, you did collapse, after fighting. It was concerning to watch." Izuku scratched his cheek as he followed. "Scary, really."

"Dekus right, it was different this time. You just...folded- I don't know how to describe it, but it freaked us out. It freaked everyone out."

The halls outside the door were quiet, as most students had already headed to their dorms.

"Aww, you guys were worried about meeeee." You teased.

"Yes, always." Izuku sighed. "You're a handful."

You hummed in response, rolling your eyes at Bakugous agreement.

It wasnt long before they reached the dorm buildings. She continued to walk with them, miraculously avoiding conversations with concerned classmates. She waved to kirishima in the lounge room and followed her boys up to their room for 'studying'.

No one really knew about them, I mean sure, there were suspicions about the three, but it wasn't confirmed for anyone (aside from Kirishima). Not that anyone would care, as they discussed, things in Japan had cooled down and there was too much to worry about that 3 people was still a concern.

Bakugou fell into bed first, taking his usual spot by the wall, then was Izuku who liked to stay by the edge of the bed. Finally, was Y/N, who crawled over Izuku and claimed heqr rightful spot between the two.

"I'm proud of you, Kats," she hummed, taking his hand.

"For what?" He raised a brow and looked at her, then Izuku.

"For fighting with everything you had today."

He was quiet for a moment, studying her face for any trace of sarcasm or mockery. "I still lost." He grumbled, looking away.

"But you almost won, Babe. You're strategy was amazing! You'd taken Shotou by surprise more than once, which is impressive in itself. But you broke his wall, consecutively too! You had him against a wall. Which means something." Izuku leaned over Y/N, running his thumb over Bakugous arm.

"He's right, you know." Y/n leaned into him, face tilting up to look at him. "All you can do is try and put in effort. She did just that and proved you're beyond a worthy adversary. You're so close to winning baby." She pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

"Mm." He hummed. A 'thank you' in his native tongue of 'emotionally stunted.'

"You could still be Number 2 hero." Izuku snickered.

"Shut the fuck up asshole."

"Guys we were having a moment!" She whined.

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2020 in writing

tagged by the wonderful @feeisamarshmallow and @b99peraltiago! thank you, this took me seriously three hours but it was fun. 

tagging whoever has three hours to spare!! but i’d love to see @amydancepants-peralta, @letsperaltiago, @johnny-and-dora, and @fezzle do this, although no pressure because this took me the entire evening. 

1. List of works published this year

oh god this is going to take forever...

i’ll walk through hell with you, chapter 5, 6 & 7

all the kingdom lights shined just for me and you

a single kiss and i’m under your spell

paper cut stings from our paper-thin plans

dust off your highest hopes

i can’t see the future, but i know that it’s there

look now, the sky is gold

look at where we are, look at where we started

bracing for the winds i always summon

just know that i’m already home

there’s magic everywhere you go

we’ve found a love to cross the ages

all my days, i’ll know your face

hell was the journey but it brought me heaven

(three times ‘cause) i’ve waited my whole life

if devotion is a river, then i’m floating away

when all your heroes get tired (i’ll be something better yet)

evermore

i am not a stranger to the dark

in the cracks of light, i dreamed of you

rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky

21 works!! 

2. Work you are most proud of (and why)

I am really really proud of finishing i’ll walk through hell with you, that’s still one of the highlights in my writing “career”. bracing for the winds i always summon and (three times ‘cause) i’ve waited my whole life, because they were both longer works with a lot of introspection that focused a lot on jake and amy’s feelings about upcoming parenthood. especially the last one I still love dearly. i’m also really proud of the fics i wrote all from rosa’s perspective (paper cut stings from our paper-thin plans and when all your heroes get tired (i’ll be something better yet)).

3. Work you are least proud of (and why)

none! I guess a few of them are shorter and written way quicker than some others, but I always take that into consideration when “evaluating” how proud I am of them so no. personally, I’m proud of everything in different ways. 

4. A favourite except of your writing

referring to the creator tag meme for this where I posted excerpts from the five works I’m most proud of!

5. Share or describe a favourite review you received

questions like these remind me that I need to start saving my favorite reviews somewhere! that’s a goal for 2021, haha. but every comment that have listed their favorite moments in the fic I reread like five times over and smile every time, and all the comments people left me on the last chapter of i’ll walk through hell with you were so wonderful. and the rosa fic. and the -

you know what, I just started reading through old comments and I can’t pick one, it feels too unfair to all the other incredible ones I ’ve gotten. so. all of them!!!! I love you guys!!

I will mention this one that someone sent me in the middle of summer, during a period when I wasn’t writing or publishing so it ended up meaning that much more for that reason as well. comment on look at where we are, look at where we started (in the brief period of time when we thought peraltiago baby would be named Leo)

“Idk why, but the way Jake was talking to Leo made me wonder if my parents ever talked to me like that right after I was born. I've been told the story of my birth every birthday since I was born, so I know it by heart, but despite the countless Peraltiago baby fics and other fandom baby fics I've read, this is the one that made me wonder what my parents were thinking when I was born. And then it made me wonder what I'm gonna think when I give birth to a kid, or if I adopt a kid.” like, I was just so floored that something I wrote made someone reflect so deeply on their own life. and I want to underline that I have so so many favourite reviews but yes, this one stuck with me!

6. A time when writing was really, really hard

this summer was the hardest it’s ever been. first the (rightful) hesitance and reflection that followed the BLM protests and then some trauma and deep depression added onto that for me was… yeah. it took a really long time to find real joy in it again. 

7. A scene of characters you wrote that surprised you

Jake and Rosa’s friendship in i am not a stranger to the dark! I’ve written a bit of Rosa and Amy and feel quite comfortable with their friendship and dynamic but far less of Jake and Rosa! 

“At least this is still way better than... that.” “Literally everything is better than prison.” “True that.” Rosa looks up at the tv, realizing she’s missed at least ten minutes of the movie already. “I’m glad we got out.” “Sometimes it still feels like a part of me didn't,” Jake says, quietly. “You ever feel that way?” “Sometimes,” she admits. “We did, though. That's what's important.”

Rosa can hear someone talking in the background on the other end, and Jake mumbling something back in reply. “I have to go,” he tells her, and it makes her a little sad, because he's good company. “I can't miss dinner. Wouldn't want to piss off the entirety of my fiancées family before I’ve even married her, right?”

8. How did you grow as a writer this year?

I wrote more Rosa! that’s probably the single thing which helped me grow most, because she’s arguably a much harder character to write than Jake and Amy, since most of the time you really have no clue what she’s thinking. I have to think a lot harder about how Rosa thinks and feels and reacts to things and I feel like that makes me a better writer overall. 

9. How do you hope to grow next year?

I don’t have any big expectations tbh. I know next year is going to take so much of my energy “”professionally”” or well, study-wise, so I think it’s the wrong year to set ambitious creative writing goals for me. then there’s also the inevitable fact that I’ve written a whopping ninety-nine stories for this show now and I’m always asking myself for how long it will last. there was a point in april-may where I thought it was going to be the end and during the entire summer as well. so… we’ll see. I don’t have any WIP I’m aching to finish right now. 

10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta of cheerleader or muse etc. etc.)?

@fezzle, @johnny-and-dora, @vernonfielding, @amydancepants-peralta, @feeisamarshmallow, @amazingsantiago and @letsperaltiago all deserve their own shoutouts here for various reasons!! (if you want to know more about why just message me!) 

11. Anything from real life show up in your writing this year?

always, in different ways in how I relate to the characters and different feelings and moments and experiences that would take way too long to explain. but if I could choose one fic it would be paper cut stings from our paper-thin plans. I worked through a lot of feelings about a breakup I went through in this one and they were ones I hadn’t really had the chance to let myself feel before writing this. It isn’t similar to how my breakup went, at least I didn’t mean for it to be and haven’t put any intentional similarities in there (although I guess there are a few if you look for them) but some of the things Rosa thinks, says and feels after being broken up with were quite personal. i am not a stranger to the dark and the way it focuses on healing after trauma was also partly personal although way much less obviously so because the experiences are quite different lol.

12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers?

make writer friends! talk to other writers! you’ll both learn so much and it makes writing and developing fics so much more fun!

13. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year

I currently have zero WIP and zero real plans so genuinely who knows. all depends on what my life will look like and what s8 will bring us! 

14. If you could recommend only one work from yourself published this year

all the favourite five, but maybe when all your heroes get tired (i’ll be something better yet). I think it’s a great complement to the Rosa and Amy action we saw in season 7 and it has a lot of peraltiago from someone else’s viewpoint as well. 

15. Year word count

are you kidding meeeee okay here we go.

okay, so adding everything I’ve published this year together… 111 283 words.

😳 😳 😳 

DEAR GOD.

additional trivia: the shortest fic was 651 words (evermore), the longest if you exclude the three chapters of i’ll walk through hell with you (they are 24.6k together though) (three times ‘cause) i’ve waited my whole life, and the average word count for a fic of mine this year was 5 299 or 4 838 words, depending on whether you count the chapters of i’ll walk through hell with you as one or three works. that makes sense because i feel like i’ve written a loot of fics around that length this year!