#so if you ever think: sheesh. I hope this gets another chapter and will be finished

[i-am-beckyu]

Rant

the urge to straight up just stop writing a fic and post it because I can’t think of words to end it, but would leave it on a cliff hanger and would go against my own golden rule of “I will never post and leave a fic on a cliffhanger” rule because I hate cliffhangers with no endings. Its the reason fics take so long to write and post because I refuse to post cliffhangers unless its a chapter story. Its the kind of writer I decided I wanted to be when I started posting my fics. 

I refuse to not finish a fic. 

They will all have endings.

okay rant over, thanks for coming to my Bec talk.

[arcanarix]

Fated Divergence, Ch. 2 // Yandere! Suguru Geto X Non-Sorcerer Darling

AO3 (+prev. chapter)

“Son of a bitch.”

Just when you believed this day couldn’t get much worse (and it was barely 9AM!), you returned to where you parked your car only to find the rear-end damaged. Banged up and everything!

You stormed your feet on the concrete and almost wanted to clutch your head from the sheer frustration of your entire existence!

“Are you fucking shitting me?!”

You grumbled a string of curses to yourself as you dialed Mei’s number.

“Hey! Mei, someone rear-ended my car in the parking deck.”

“Aw man, that sucks! We can check security to see if we can get the license plate of the person who did it, and hopefully your insurance will cover that for you. Are you doing okay? My shift just ended, so I can meet you there.”

“Awesome, because I have so much tea to spill to you in person. I had an… interesting encounter.”

“Interesting like hot guy interesting or interesting like I hope I never see this fucker again interesting?"

You bit back a snort at such a typical follow-up question.

“Weirdly enough, both.”

Not much longer, and Mei appeared by your side with her things. You hung up your phone as you spun around to face her. She jingled her keys and eyed the damage on your Honda.

“Sheesh, that sucks,” she muttered, brushing her blonde hair away. “We didn’t catch much on the security cameras, for some reason it was acting all buggy. But do tell about this fateful encounter.”

“It was Suguru Geto,” you replied as if it was not that big of a deal.

“That crazy cult leader who thinks he’s God, or something? He runs Star Religious Group, right?” she asked. You nodded.

“Yeah, that’s the one. All I can say is that at least he puts the ‘hot’ in ‘psychotic,’ but that’s as far as things go… he’s as full of that nutty spiritual shit as they come.”

“Sounds like there’s something more to this,” she remarked. Always one to read between the lines… it kind of drove you nuts, sometimes. But at the same time, you had come to appreciate that about her because most people took things at face value in times when they shouldn’t.

You trailed off, eyes rolling upward while thinking to yourself as you tried to make sense of the encounter you had. Suguru Geto… how did someone describe Suguru Geto, someone with a working brain, at least? To you, he seemed like he came off as someone who lost sight of reality the moment he got out of his sheltered lifestyle. He seemed too…wrapped up in his own fucked up ideologies to understand that none of what he preached truly made sense. It seemed like he was at least self-aware enough tor realize that, though, when he put you on the spot asking if he frightened you or not.

Case in point, all that you could say about Suguru Geto was that he was just another nutcase who branded himself with some weird God or martyr complex.

“He seemed…” you began, twirling a stray strand of hair. “…out of it. And he was weirdly very touchy with me, someone he deems beneath him and like he was under a spell when he saw me. Almost like…” You couldn’t word it. “Almost like there was some spark in his eyes. He even gave me his business card that had his address to the Star Religious Group temple, but I ripped it up. No way in Hell would I ever go to him for anything. I like to think I have a working brain.”

“Smart,” she replied after listening to every word, while nodding. “That guy is bad news and reeks of megalomaniac. Some of our patients and co-workers seem to think he’s legit, though, with exorcising demons or whatever.”

You shrugged, deciding it was best not to dwell on the encounter longer than necessary. It was likely you were never going to run into him again—not if you could help it.

“Whatever helps them sleep at night, I guess. It was just…I don’t know. Just thinking about that look on his face when he stared me down, I just… don’t know how to describe it. I just knew he wanted something from me, and I hope that it isn’t as a sacrifice for the ‘greater good.’”

How not so far from the truth you were about that speculation, though, given his ideologies that the general public had no clue about…

You caught Mei smiling that ‘you’re missing something’ smile, with that mischievous twinkle in those big ole green eyes of hers. You hated guessing games, so glaring back at her, you let out a groan.

“Just spit it out, Mei.”

“You do realize Suguru Geto is still a man beyond all of that delusional grandeur, right?” she sang through giggles. “Maybe the crazy cult leader has the hots for you. You never acknowledge it yourself, babe, but you are a hot piece of ass. And he is likely a simple man with very simple…urges.”

You grimaced. “That’s just nasty. Not like I’d ever hook up with a psychotic cult leader.”

Mei howled with laughter, shoulders shaking.

Tossing her free hand in the air and waving dismissively, she replied: “Not like you haven’t had worse hookups, like Raito from Tinder.”

“Oh my God! You’re ridiculous,” you scoffed, making a retching sound at the reminder. “But you know what—you’re not wrong. He was definitely the epitome of the worst sex to ever have and I hope never to have a repeat of that encounter.”

You two shared another laugh before exchanging smiles. As the laughter died down, you sighed, taking a final glance at the damage of the car you weren’t sure your insurance would cover.

“Thanks for hearing me out. So much for figuring out who damaged my car, but I guess I’ll just have to figure out if I can find someone who can fix it.”

“You really are having quite the Monday, aren’t you?” Mei teased while raising an eyebrow.

You gave Mei a pointed look.

“Oh, don’t even get me started on that again.”

-- --- -- -- --

When you left the parking deck with Mei, you weren’t aware of the numerous eyes fixated on you. Some even in your car…

Some curses Geto had absorbed from naïve clients he had implanted near you to keep a close watch on everything you did.

He also did a little digging on you.

An only child, parents gone from the world some time ago (and therefore not much for him to clean up for your sake) … no other family that you knew of either.

A perfect specimen, indeed. An exception, he didn’t think he could find it before.

Not even his parents. He knew that was taking an extreme measure, but they were asleep and unsuspecting when he committed the deed. They didn’t suffer, as far as he knew. They didn’t suffer, since they didn't know it was he who put them out of their misery. His parents would be used as leverage against him, and not only was that a way to show no exception for his new regime, but it was also a way to make sure nothing would complicate his agenda.

Not only that, he pondered further, but perhaps he had been vengeful and vindictive that his parents placed him in a world with this much ugliness.

He watched with a veil concealed around the area as you drove off. He may or may not have been responsible for the damage to your car. Completely an accident this time around, since he absorbed another curse, but the typical human eye wouldn’t be able to detect what happened.

Little by little, each step would bring you closer to him.

No matter where you went, no matter whether you truly believed in him or not…

Soon enough, he was going to be the answer to all of your prayers. He would be your salvation, just as you became his.

After all, every perfect God needed his lovely wife. Perhaps having a non-sorcerer around his arms would provide those other monkeys a false sense of security, a reason to believe in his cause a little more.

Besides, in spite of your monkey status, you were still the fairest of the land.

As you drove off, he commenced Phase 1 of his plan.

Only he would be able to help these unsuspecting monkeys break free from the curses he released in the area.

In due time, my sweet, he thought as his eyes darkened. In due time.

-- --- -- -- --

After spending some time with Mei, you returned to your dingy old apartment that you kept telling yourself you’d move out of but somehow never did. Somewhere down the line, you decided that served its purpose, and you didn’t really need the aesthetic lifestyle.

You flopped onto your couch and sighed, glancing at the digital clock perched on top of your humble sized TV.

Only 1PM now… so the day still had the potential to get worse, huh?

Or better, if you stopped being such a goddamn pessimist.

You flipped through some channels, settling on some old timey crime drama you heard Mei used to rave about all the damn time. Seemed as formulaic and predictable as ever, but at least it filled the silence with something other than your damning thoughts often circling back to that encounter with Suguru Geto.

Which, by that point, your inclination to be curious against your better judgment took over.

You wondered if there had to be any dirt on this guy. Well, apart from what was known to the general public. Superficially charming but dealt a ruthless hand just for the sheer anarchial point of it. You decided to settle into your desk and boot up your computer.

So … did he go any deeper than just an egotistical megalomaniac with a God-complex?

You paused, taking a moment to consider your actions. Why was this suddenly so interesting to you? All you could do was speculate. When you searched him up, all you found were conspiracy theories (which probably weren’t far off) about him having disdain toward people who didn’t view his ‘spiritual gift’ as valuable or even real.

As you were browsing online through conspiracy theorist forums, which were nuttier than Suguru Geto himself if anyone could believe it, you weren’t aware of the cursed spirit perched just above you, with a camera lodged in its mouth to capture everything you did at every waking moment from then on out.

It’s not a secret that the great Suguru Geto possesses disdain for non-believers. Is it really hard to understand the power he possesses, a gift from God, perhaps? Maybe he might be God.

He saved my daughter from being plagued by her sleep paralysis demons, which he explained weren’t sleep paralysis demons at all. A spirit had been attached to her and once he absorbed it, she has never complained of episodes since.

Suguru Geto is a savior to us all.

“These guys are nuts,” you muttered to yourself as you idly munched on some trail mix while digging more into Suguru. “These are probably the same guys who think vaccines cause autism…”

There wasn’t much more to gauge out of these forums. All of them shared similar stories, but you wondered if people spoke of poor experiences or service with Suguru Geto.

Did anyone else find something extremely unsettling about Suguru Geto? When I took my daughter to his temple, he had no problem changing our last name just because ‘Sato’ was easier than ‘Saito’.

You almost snorted. That sounded so dumb and unserious, yet this man did have a dangerous air to him. Maybe all you could chalk him up to was that he had a few screws loose and that was as far as things went.

You exited out of these forums, deciding that expanding upon on your research on this guy wasn’t worth your energy.

Besides, you had an early shift tomorrow. (You double-checked your calendar this time.)

-- --- -- -- --

The next morning, during your shift, you had been approached by a tall man with white hair. He wore a blindfold, for whatever reason, and wore a school uniform.

You stood, dumbfounded, wondering what he could possibly want. You were in charge of this floor, and he seemed…distressed. Far from uncommon on these grounds, of course. You worked at a fucking clinic.

“Hello,” you greeted, eyebrows scrunching as you studied the man. “May I help you?”

“Did this man happen to appear in this area in the last few days?” He presented a picture of, hey what did you know? Suguru Geto.

Except you almost wouldn’t have recognized him—he seemed so normal in the picture the man showed you. The Suguru Geto you met adorned himself in a robe, with long unkempt hair, his bonier body, and a manic grin. Here, he seemed refined, healthy and strong. Poised, with a clean bun and a handsome, winning smile.

Your jaw practically hung open at the stark contrast.

What the fuck kind of glow down was that, actually?

Gathering yourself, you cleared your throat.

“Ah. Yes, he has been sighted around here. Not here in the clinic, but I saw him at the bakery just a few blocks away from here.”

“Good to know.” He towered over you the way Suguru Geto did; they were maybe around the same height. He looked like he was studying you but unlike Geto, he respected your space. Especially since you were in the middle of an early shift.

“Listen, Miss,” he glanced at your name tag and sounded out your name. You nodded as he guessed correctly. “Just watch your back, alright? I hope you didn’t address him as Geto instead of Suguru if he talked to you. The guy’s particular about that, for some reason.”

Yeah, the guy’s practically infamous for wanting to be seen as important, you thought to yourself with a frown, mostly because of the way Gojo likely wasn’t staring at you but whatever was going on around you.

He seemed to sense someone, or something (or hell, even both) around you that you couldn’t figure out.

“I’m going to make regular visits here,” he continued, “My name is Satoru Gojo. The clinic knows my face fairly well by now by how many civilians we bring here for them to mend from…accidents.”

“Ah,” you acknowledged, dumbfounded as ever but deciding not to probe him with questions. The hell was up with all of the cryptic shit? You really didn’t care all that much. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Gojo. But I must return to my patients.”

“Of course, ma’am.”

Not much longer, and you heard his footsteps receding to the nearest exit.

[brackishkittie]

୨୧- CHAPTER SEVEN, hit different! - ୨୧

summary: you and ellie secretly decide to meet up and talk to eachother, but you both forget turn off your life360 locations and get caught by both of your friends.

c/n: strong language, angst, ellie’s ex randomly coming in and jealous!reader..

a/n: just chaotic…CHAOS EVERYWHERE. also I left y'all on a cliffhanger BUT TRUST THINGS R JUST GETTIN STARTED.

series masterlist! - chapter seven ➝ chapter eight!

as you both turn around, you two see nari, ashlesha, dina, and jesse right behind you both with the most judgmental and disappointed faces ever. “hey guys!…this is just like..sooo silly how we’re all just here right now!!!!….” you laugh awkwardly and glance at ellie, waiting for her to say something, “it was her idea.” she blurts out and points at you as you turn your head slowly, squint, and cross your arms. “oh I’m sorry..I didn’t know we were THROWING PEOPLE UNDER THE BUS NOW.” you yell a little too loud and a target employee looks at you and the group. “ok but like why didn’t we get a damn invite..I feel extremely excluded and I’m hurt.” jesse joked while putting his hand on his heart and frowning, “maybe because this was supposed to be only me and ellie..but maybe all of us hanging out won’t be so bad!” you say as you roll your eyes playfully, “hey I hope this doesn’t sound weird but your skin is so clear, how do you get it like that oh my god?” dina asks nari whose eyes light up like stars and shining diamonds after receiving a compliment from her.

they both immediately start giggling like school girls and talking about skincare while jesse just stands there watching them. he turns to you and ellie, now frowning more than before, “she just stole my girlfriend away from me..just like that.” he fake cries and you look at ashlesha, who’s feeling the softness of the carpets in the aisle. “sheesh..talk about chaotic…” ellie huffs as she puts her hands on her hips, “tell me about it..” another unfamiliar voice chimes in what seemed like from out of nowhere which everyone stopped talking and doing whatever they were doing a millisecond ago and turn to look at who just spoke. ellie recognized the voice though, it was someone she was very close to..her ex. “zhavia?”ellie turns to her, almost in awe, “wow ok this is extremely bad timing..and awkward..” jesse says as he scratches his head. “hey! I hope this isn’t like super bad timing since you know..you’re here with your friends and all…” she acknowledges, sheepishly waving at everyone while everyone just stands there.

“uhm ok so anyway guys..I think we should go get something to eat!” nari says signaling with her eyes at you and ashlesha for you guys to go, “yeah..I think I’ll come with you guys, I’m pretty hungry myself.” jesse adds while eyeing zhavia down and then turning to you, “y/n are you coming?” he clears his throat and you nod. “yeah uh, I think some food would be nice..” you respond, now walking away from ellie and her ex but she and her were too caught up with speaking to eachother that she didn’t even bother to say bye. ashlesha followed close behind you and you clearly looked upset she basically just ditched you and now your friends for someone else and out of all people her other ex. you’ve heard of zhavia before while you were together with ellie but have never seen her but boy she was gorgeous, like model gorgeous. “she’s a complete idiot..I’m really sorry about her y/n, but man that was awkward..having two of your exes in the same place at the same time? god, I would rather die.” jesse rambles while you were just upset, you were jealous and you didn’t know why. you weren’t dating anymore but who did zhavia think she was just coming out of nowhere and- “y/n? are you ok?” nari waves her hand infront of your face, snapping you back into reality. “yeah I’m fine.” you say quickly.

“are you sure you look a little-” nari goes to speak again but gets cut off short by you speaking again, “I’m fine nari let’s just go get something to eat.” you walk ahead of the group and they all follow behind you. “your friend is really something else, she seriously needs to know what she wants.” ashlesha spoke, she was looking down and deeply sighed. “we know but ellie is her own person, we honestly just hope she doesn’t start missing zhavia and y/n now..or just zhavia in general.” dina responded in disappointment. “y/n wait, where are you going? panda express is this way.” jesse yells out and you stop in your tracks. “I’m going home, I’m not really in the mood anymore. I’ll just eat at home. bye guys.” you say and leave the mall, your face hot and your teeth clenched. “fuck man..here, you guys should take our numbers and we’ll make a groupchat later so we can talk about this later.” dina suggests and ashlesha and nari nod their heads in agreement, the four exchange numbers and decide to still get something to eat and get to know eachother more.

tags: @elsmissingfingers @astrcmoni @cowgirlcherrie @theganymedes @ximtiredx @ellieswifee @liabadoobee @loversquarr3l @ellieslegalwife @thecowardwrites @qvrcll @mqddieas @ariianelle 🩷🩷

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 93 - Bumps and Biscuits

Ophelia's well into her second trimester, and she's feeling a bit drained.

Ophelia: You are wearing me out, baby girl… But hey, I think I rock this baby bump, don't you?

Xander and Ophelia cuddle before bed when something dawns on them.

Ophelia: We haven't even talked about a name.

Xander: Oh yeah. I keep calling her Muffin in my head, but I don't think she'd love putting that as her legal name on job applications.

Ophelia: We could name her after your mom.

Xander: That's really sweet, babe, but there's a good chance this kid is going to come out with your complexion and I think naming a little white blonde girl Lakshmi is going to look more insulting than honoring.

Ophelia: Fair.

Ophelia: I did have another name in mind, in the back of my head…

Ophelia tells Xander the name and explains the reasoning behind it. Xander seems on board.

Xander: That's a beautiful name.

Ophelia: We can think up a few more options.

Xander: No no, I love that one.

Well, that's one less thing to cross off their list. Tomorrow is the start of Ophelia's third trimester, so they're going to add the finishing touches to the nursery. Pretty soon, their lives will change forever, but right now, they're enjoying this experience together.

The nursery is finished. They maybe went a little overboard with toys for someone that won't be able to play with them for a while, but you only have your first baby once.

Ophelia can't help but sit in the rocking chair and wonder what their little one is going to be like when she gets here. Is she going to be cautious, wiggly, sunny, calm? And what's she going to be like when she's not an infant? Guess that's the fun part, isn't it?

One thing Ophelia does know about her daughter is that she's got one hell of a leg. Pregnancy isn't all lollipops and rainbows.

Ophelia: I love you so much already, kid, but I'm not going to be sad to not have you treating my organs like a soccer ball anymore.

Travis and Becca gifted the future parents a few baby books, so Ophelia decides to read to the baby.

Ophelia: The boy wanted to play with the horsies, but the mean business man wouldn't let him if the boy didn't pay $40. "That's a bit steep for just horses," said the boy.

Ophelia: Do you think our baby will be smart?

Xander: Sure. I did okay in school. And weren't you valedictorian?

Ophelia: I didn't go to graduation after getting kicked out, I think the salutatorian took my place. To be honest, this is the first book I've read since then.

Xander: If our girl grows up anything like her mommy, then she's going to be great all around.

Ophelia: Let's hope the klepto trait isn't genetic.

Xander: If it is, we know how to help her.

Xander kisses the side of his wife's head as she continues to read. Not much longer!

During lunch, Ophelia hits her third trimester. The baby kicks her once again, but this time it just feels kind of funny.

Ophelia: Hey, settle down in there! Do you want Mommy to have a bladder failure?

Marshmallow needs some attention. Not that she'd ever admit it or anything.

Ophelia: Poor baby, Mommy and Daddy have been so busy, haven't they? Maybe you need a little kitty playmate to keep you company.

Marshmallow: an underling? excellent idea, mother.

Ophelia: Sheesh, look at how big I am, Marshie. I'm about to pop!

Marshmallow: are you making yourself appear larger to scare off prey, mother?

Ophelia uses her time before the baby arrives to work on completing her first original song. When she can't sleep because of how much she's aching, she uses the time to slam out some more lyrics. Ophelia's never been one to just sit around and wait for something to happen.

Ophelia didn't get the best sleep last night, but it was enough. She has a craving for sausage gravy and biscuits, so she gets out all the ingredients, only for something to interrupt her.

Ophelia: Uh, Xander? I think my water just broke.

Xander instantly goes into pre-parental panic mode.

Xander: Oh Watcher, okay, we've got this. I'll go get changed, grab the bag-

Ophelia: Aww man, I really wanted biscuits.

Xander: You're in labor and you're thinking about biscuits?!

Ophelia: I can multitask!

As Xander runs upstairs to grab some stuff to take to the hospital, Ophelia pulls some leftover fruit out of the fridge so she doesn't starve to death. It's no biscuit, but it'll do.

Eat up, Feefs! It's go time!

[thelastofhyde]

I just have to say I am absolutely IN LOVE with this story and it’s my first time ever leaving a message for a fic so that says a lot… I’ve read so many Joel fics (way too many at this point haha) and yours is one of my favorites. The way you describe every moment, every feeling.. I don’t know where Sol ends and I being while reading it. You are so talented and if one day you’ll plan on writing a book I’ll be the first one in line cause sheesh. I won’t even start on the smut, it’s built up so deliciously, gives me butterflies! Idk how many chapters you have planned for this story but I’ll read all of them a thousand times over just to get a taste of this version of Joel Miller. I’m also around Sol’s age & personality and quite inexperienced sexually & with an attraction for capable older men, problematic relationship with my dad as well so it feels personal to me & I’m living my fantasies through your writing atm haha. You’re amazing, talented, incredible!! Sending you all the hugs

dear sweet anon, take my heart and soul and don't give it back !

"it’s my first time ever leaving a message for a fic so that says a lot" oh, wow. genuinely, wow... i'm honoured that you'd chose me and my fic to be the first you message about. i love that you see yourself in sol, especially after i've attempted to keep physical descriptions of her to a minimum to not take anyone out of the fic (ie. describing a skin tone that may not match whoever is reading). it's such a nice reminder that we don't need physical descriptions to relate or see ourselves in characters. i hope you continue to live out your fantasies as this series progresses! <3

"Idk how many chapters you have planned for this story but I’ll read all of them a thousand times over just to get a taste of this version of Joel Miller." honestly, not even i know at this point how many parts i intend to write for this series. every time i think i've settled on an outline for the whole fic, a new idea pops up and i add another chapter. as it stands, i currently have planned out a total of 12 chapters and 11 drabbles, but that could easily change and grow in length.

"You are so talented and if one day you’ll plan on writing a book I’ll be the first one in line cause sheesh." you're now the second person to bring up the idea of me writing a book ( including the sweet book-shelf anon ) and i really just want to stress how much hearing things like this means to me. i'm currently a student, working on my bachelors degree in english literature and creative writing with the goal of ( someday, hopefully ) working in the publishing industry/writing my own fiction novels, so to have anyone say this is just so incredibly validating to my big ( basically unnattainable ) dreams.

this reply ended up longer than intended, but thank you so much, for all of this! sending you all the hugs back ! <33

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Love me some angst!! So true though I can imagine it kinda being like the “want what you can’t have” thing where you’d have to be uninterested to catch his eye..also I’m so excited to read every installment makes me stan bestie a little more like where’s my irl girlie like this??

Oh yeah stagnant is the word I’m looking for…I’ve never prayed on the downfall of a duo so hard before they NEEDED that breakup no matter what all the fans say like please let them develop!! As you mention later in your reply I do think kaneshiro has something in mind for nagi I’m just hoping it happens soon!! What kinda also throws me off a bit is I think in a recent interview kaneshiro mentions that Nagi has no friends outside of reo even within bllk? And I’m like wait what about Isagi chigiri and Bachira at least they literally went bowling together and were gonna meet at a cafe together??? I don’t think you do that with people not considered friends but whatever ig :|

Based off what they’ve all spouted mid match they DEF have a mean streak LMAO gotta let out all that teenager rage somewhere…even polite mom friend yuki based of NEL scenes LOL but I love the duality of it all!

Loser on loser crime fr…reminds me of that one line from the mobile game where Nagi’s like “sheesh rin you have no friends” like boy ik ur not talking

The soccer freak always gets me because the way Rin’s presented makes him seem super popular BECAUSE of his soccer dedication flipping it around and making it his weakness just makes it hit harder

That makes sense! I’ll admit some scenes of him are done nicely but yeah also not exactly my type oops, when I was typing out my last response I was kinda thinking about how his backstory is uh…a little bland…like yeah a passionate boy about soccer but other than that he’s got a healthy family and basically no trauma (good for him!!) but yeah I mean other than his mindset on like evolution not much to explore imo

Get. Out. I was an MLP kid too LMAOOO you’re so right about rainbow dash I feel like maybe he’d try to cover himself up with like king sombra too (shadowy villain to match his ninja shadow steps thing or wtv) and I honestly don’t know how he pulls sm he seems like such a dork too like, ninja butt trap?? Saying bam (bakyuun) at like every other sentence….bro is a geek and it’s showing LMAO I bet he’d be into ninjago

OVER 15K we’re eating good guys…I’m also like constantly lurking the tags waiting for things to pop up which is where I first found you actually LOL I swear the karasu tag was dry as HELL for a good 6 months I kept finding stuff on a diff karasu from some other series and the Otoya and yuki tags are like even drier like please someone…you’re literally saving me rn I have never seen this much Karasu content like. Ever. I would contribute more if I knew how to write but for now I’ll just stick to ideas ig LMAO

That panel living rent free in my brain…more like I’m paying it to stay there omg I cannot wait…I’m also hoping that tabieitaken still get some spotlight in the manga too (I’m so glad Karasu isn’t obsolete in PxG) because how did they go from top 345, not score at all in the u20 match, and like we barely see them in nel (barcha done so dirty don’t even get me started…) like bring the boys back please I know they were the top in bllk for a reason!!

Also I really hope it also gets revealed somewhere the tracks of all the teams?? I wanna find out how they get yuki eventually LOL I tried making a chart myself but lost my mind 3/4 of the way in because I realized things didn’t match up and the many locked off npcs make it hard to accurately discern anything eugh…but trust once 1) that epinagi chapter comes out 2) the light novel for yuki comes out I will be back here flooding your inbox…(as if I don’t alr oops)

- Karasu anon

yes exactly i think you would have to make him feel smth different from how he normally does for him to remain interested long-term. w fwtkac bestie it’s the fact that they dislike another which could lead to a possible romance because he’s so used to girls liking him and him liking them in return that their feud would force him to get to know her in a diff way almost?? idk if that makes sense. and hehe i just posted the last part and bestie is VERY prominent in it so i hope you enjoy!! she truly is such a funny character i love writing her and reader together

YES the breakup was needed!! and everyone who talks abt nagi falling off…yeah he needed that too or else he’d never be able to have a proper character arc 😭 i think w regards to that he just said that nagi isn’t CLOSE to anyone but reo!! which does make sense to me. we see him interacting and being friendly w bachira isagi and chigiri (even karasu surprisingly) but he seems like the type who wouldn’t let anyone in right away. i do think he enjoys hanging out w them and probably considers them chill buddies but he wouldn’t invite isagi to his depression nest apartment the way he did reo. or maybe i’m just overthinking it and he actually just hates everyone 😫

yuki is honestly willing to throw hands at any moment he just seems chill compared to tabieita because those two are on another level 😭 HAHA actually though i’m p sure otoya is the least mean on-field…he kinda just dgaf meanwhile karasu and yuki actively degrade other players 😔 but otoya is so…interesting…off field that it makes up for it (negatively)

HAHAHA omg loser on loser crime fr…pls nagi is actually so mean tbh which makes sense because he is a gamer but also it’s so funny because we’re introduced to him as this apathetic chill guy and then the instant he meets barou he pulls out an entire ARSENAL of insults 😭 yeah i think outside of bllk that dedication to soccer is not making bro popular…like he has no time for friends or hobbies or anything because he’s busy practicing so it’s very much “the best but at what cost”

shidou def has some cool scenes!! and some uh. well. LMAOO but same with isagi like there’s some scenes where i can kinda see the appeal but for the most part he’s too chill and basic looking/acting for me. i also think it’s so funny that some of the characters have such crazy backstories (kaiser, yuki) and then isagi just grew up upper middle class 😓 zero issues in his life just vibes

OMGGG MLP FANS RISE UP my fav was rarity because she’s literally me but i also really liked princess cadence!! and that whole movie w her wedding actually was really good although i obv haven’t watched in ages. HAHAH no you’re so right though he is such a loserrr i honestly think if he ever got over himself and settled down he would be one of the best bfs in bllk just because he’s so secretly unserious. he’s definitely the type to have been super into like. pokémon (projecting because i love pokémon) or smth and he would give entire speeches about why his favorites are the best ones (NOT clickbait 3am gone wrong) and how he plans on beating the champion. he also is so chill i feel like if you tried to prank him or do smth like put makeup on him he’d just be like “ok 👍” and go along with it 😪 IF ONLY HE WASN’T A CHEATER 😕

omg no because i thought the karasu tag was empty and then i tried looking for otoya content (help he’s grown on me so bad) and it was EMPTY. forget abt yuki broooo nobody even knows him 😭 and YES it ended up at 16.1k as i’m sure you saw!! sooo long 😫 also wait that’s so funny…idt i had posted any karasu fics before your requests which post did you find me through??

if you ever do decide to try writing lmk i will def read it!! honestly it all comes down to practice + i’m sure you’re much better than you realize 💖

YES BRO WHY ARE YUKI AND OTOYA GHOSTING ATM??? i can even kind of understand otoya because he’s on a diff team and whatnot and at least his nel ranking is good but yuki is quite literally on bm why did he vanish after mancity 😓 also yesss omg bm vs barcha didn’t even feel like a nel game at all!! i saw a post where someone said they would’ve rather seen tabieita heading a nel team instead of reonagi and honestly i agree because that’s 3 and 4 in bllk right there plus they were introduced as having the best teamwork in all of bllk and that was just never brought up again after third selection?? ig it might’ve seemed redundant but in my dreams tabieita have reunited and are eating it up together 👆🏻

YAYY can’t wait!! i’m so excited for the ln chapters and the new epinagi chapter so i will be ready to yap once they’re out 🫡

[maguro13-2]

Death Vengeance ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 3 Epilouge [1/2]

"In the 1990s..."

Rei Hino : (sighs) I'm bored...being both a shrine maiden and a super hero in the 90s is tougher than I thought. I better do some cleaning off the shrine's grounds. I hope my shed would be cleaner than that. I wonder what the front page had to offer? [hears kids snickering outside whilst reading trouble] Hmm? Troublemakers.

Teenager A : Oh man! This prank is going to be perfect!

Teenager B : Yeah, man! Totally perfect!

Teenager C : Let's give this maiden a big surprise wit a case of four ply all over her place.

Teenager D : Totally! Let's turn her house into toilet-paper covered shrine. [Rei comes out of the shrine, holding a broom]

Rei Hino : Hey, you damn kids! Get off my property!

Teenager A : Oh sh*t, dude! She's got a broom! Let's bolt! [the teenagers run off]

Rei Hino : [sighs] Kids these days. They just come up and totally messes up someone's property, they're gonna rot in the slammers. If I would able to stop criminals and bad guys like Sailor V, the original the superhero that Minako was, I can teach these bad kids a lesson. What else from America had to offer super threats from evil supervillains? Japan does not affiliate their selves with superheroes from other countries. I totally regret that.

[telephone ringing]

Rei Hino : Hmm? [picks up telephone to answer] Hello, This is Shrine Maiden Rei Hino residence. Rei, speaking.

Vegeta [via phone] : Woman! Where are you? We need you on the show right now!

Rei Hino : Oh, hey, Mr. Vegeta. Yeah, yeah, I go get ready for the show. But I need things prepared for myself right now. Yeah, I got friends waiting of mine, they're doing preparations on the Sailor Moon business cards.

Vegeta [via phone] : Well, is it important to tell Kakarot to get off the extra porn stuff he gave you. Does it?

Rei Hino : What? Amaterasu, no! Of course I told anyone to get off the porn stuff, which is Master Roshi's porn stash that I told him not to look ever since Son Goku was a kid, when he looked at Master Roshi's old porn stash! I see your point, tho. There's a lot of porn stuff in America and Japan, and event the world itself. And for me, I'm not affliated with it! No siree! Just doing normal things the get lewdness out of my hair. I'm getting things ready for the show, so just calm down! I have things for to do with my superhero stuff. My sailor props, my sailor stuff. And my sailor spells. Is there a reason not to tell anyone to go into anything besides the porno stash?

Vegeta [via phone] : Well, that would be ridiculous if it's not necessary by the meantime, like trunks cleaning his sword while he's not jerking off. J-Just don't do something ridiculous, next time. Or it's the last thing you do.

Rei Hino : Fine then, I won't and it's a promise. That's what I'm gonna tell america to get off the pornography. And more importantly, tell Son Goku to--[yelling] KEEP HIS SEXUAL FANTASIES OUT OF MY UNIVERSE!!! Do hickeys. [hangs up phone] Sheesh! What a yutz those people are. Crossovers, pornographics. Is America really that stupid to think of something that isn't mine? maybe if there was universe that intends to be created by me, then I wish there was another universe that is a place without any sexual fantasies!

Demon Vibe : Hey, ma'am. You the superhero star of Sailor Moon show. Don't worry, I can make you a universe of your own. [behind Rei is the Neoshadow heartless]

Rei Hino : Huh? [turns and sees the heartless] AAAAAH! *THUD* A m-m-m-monster! Stay back! I got spells! And I have nothing to be afraid to use it!

Demon Vibe : No, no, no! I'm not here to hurt you! I didn't come here to battle you and stuff.

Rei Hino : Then what's a shadowy creature like you doing here at the shrine? And what are you?

Demon Vibe : Why...I am Demon Vibe, the supreme ruler of the Shadow Realm.

Rei Hino : Shadow...what now? I never heard of that place before, does it really exist? Nobody believes that Shadow Realm is a real thing from earth, but for me, I only happened to think Shadow Realm is real. Hope we don't get that from 4kids in the future. But do you want me to create a universe for myself? Never thought you were actually from a place of suffering.

Demon Vibe : Well, you got yourself a deal. Everyone on earth may not know about Shadow Realm, there are certainly the consequences on whether humans have the power to create a new universe. Perhaps we could find another way to dismantle the problems of one's universe and one's creation of another new world. And I just got the fact you'll use your powers to create a universe of our own. But I got one question for you. Do you consisted any food here on the planet like these in your world sometimes? I heard it's the best snack in the world and nothing beats a great snack with these jelly-filled donuts of yours. [holds up a onigiri]

Rei Hino : Hey, those are rice balls or onigiris, Japanese foods aren't being called like that! America messes up shonen and Shojo business, because Japan is a place for it's unique animation and manga industries, and America is for the toons! This is the real world that I recall myself a star of the show Sailor moon since Minako's old days as a superhero, and part of the cast! Not to mention it, there's violence and sex in movies and on TV. But don't mind an references from America in the future. Think it over.

Demon Vibe : Well, you have my point. When you think of creating one universe of your very own, I'll be grateful for you to handle the conversions between the forces of light and darkness, good vs evil, and nice or naughty. That's your decision. Se theese symbols? [shows the kishin symbols] These are the symbols that are three eyes that I created back in the realm of darkness. And I found out that these eyes were the ones that belong to the realm I rule, Shadow Realm. A place of darkness and wickedness where people can be banished and I watch them to make humans suffer alot. You don't want to end up in Shadow Realm like most people do you?

Rei Hino : Okay! I get it. So, then it's a deal! I'll create a universe of my own when I get back from work. So, it was nice knowing ya, See ya! [hops onto her moped before riding off]

Demon Vibe : Wait! Before you go, I just had one important thing for you.

Rei Hino : Yeah, so? I want to hear it more.

Demon Vibe : Okay, here it goes. What do you want a name for your universe after creation? Will it be the Mars Universe? No, how about the Rei Hino verse? Or how about the Rei and Minako verse?

Rei Hino : No, those names doesn't sound to fitting for my universe to be created. But I got a better idea to have a name for it. I know of a guy who plays musical instrumentals and is foreshadowed to become a classy mangaka to be debuted in the future. How about we call it, the" Ohkuboverse"? How does that sound?

Demon Vibe : Are you sure that is the universe you really want to name it? That could be a ring. But, although, the name Ohkubo doesn't sound too astonishing for that matters, if there was really a matter to name a universe that could be really fitting for it. So th,en it's official. Ohkuboverse it is.

Rei Hino : Deal! [they firmly shake hands in agreement]

"In the present day...

Demon Vibe : [v/o] At last, now I finally know who the true creator of the Ohkuboverse really is, Sailor Scout Rei Hino. [scene transits of him sitting on his throne in Shadow Realm] This is my moment to shine on the spreading truth that lies within the Ohkuboverse. Just you wait, Sailor Mars. You will finally know the truth of the creation of one's universe. And soon, you will know by the name of Demon Vibe to face the reality that will be.

~ Fiftieth Scene : Tale of the Creator ~

[againstacecilia]

A Reluctant Pairing

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1337

Rating: Chapter is T, series is E so minors DNI

Warnings: This chapter is pretty light, getting some backstory on reader and we meet Tin Man (affectionate), Razor Crest lives.

A/N: Welcome to Chapter 1! Thanks for being here, I hope you enjoy the idea that grabbed me by the throat and refuses to let go. 😂 Thank you so much to @creatively-analytical, the best beta reader and hype-person in the universe. 💖 Asks are always open!!

If someone had told you two weeks ago that you’d be traveling the galaxy with a man who is not your fiance, essentially running away from your life, you would’ve called them crazy. Your world then was stable, unexciting, and predictable. You had a family surrounding you, a partner you loved, and even a nice place to live. It wasn’t anything extravagant, but it was home. It was everything you’d ever known. And then… Let’s go back and explain from the beginning. 

Your fiance, Arlon, had always been restless. Always looking to the stars and plotting where he’d like to go if he was ever given a chance. Always dreaming about the glittering buildings on Coruscant or the forests of Endor, never planning for the life that you both actually lived. Which was fine, really. You had always been more pragmatic anyway and had no problem doing the planning for both of you. After a while, though, it was still too little for Arlon and he joined up with the Bounty Hunter’s Guild looking for excitement and adventure. 

It was a good arrangement for a while; he got a chance to see a little more of the System and started bringing in money, all of which meant his restless soul found some solace. Solace enough, even, that he proposed after his first year as a Hunter and started actually helping you plan for the future. 

Two months before the wedding, he took one last bounty before taking time off for you both. You had such plans… He was going to show you his favorite planets; take you to waterfalls and prairies, but he never came back. 

You were sure he was still alive. You loved him, you’d know if his existence in the Galaxy was suddenly snuffed out. Heading to the cantina where Arlon got his bounties, you stepped into the dim interior and angled yourself toward his Guild contact, Tonis.

“I need to speak to you,” you said, foregoing a greeting.

“Look, I’m gonna stop you right there,” Tonis said, putting a hand up. “I don’t know where Arlon is. He took a bounty I had advised him against, but he was set on getting the credits it offered.”

You stared at him, waiting for more information. 

“Unless you’re going after him yourself, which I’d also advise against, you’re just going to have to wait for him to come back. I’m sure he’s… Fine.”

“Tell me where he went,” you demand, eyes never leaving Tonis’s. 

“I told you, I don’t think…”

“Tell me!” you yelled, slamming your hand on the table in front of him. 

“Sheesh, calm down,” Tonis hissed through his teeth. “Fine, but if something happens to you, it isn’t mine or the Guild’s fault.”

“Fine,” you repeated before staring him down. 

Tonis sighed before pulling a puck from his jacket. He showed you how to use it, and gave you coordinates to the last known location of the bounty. “Look, if what Arlon tells me about you is true, you’re going to need someone else with you. No offense, but you aren’t really the fighting type. These worlds will eat you alive.”

“I don’t know anyone I can take with me.”

“Luckily, I do. Consider it a wedding present,” Tonis said before pulling out another piece of paper. “Meet me here tomorrow morning. Go home, pack your things, and get ready for a long journey. You’ll meet your guide then.”

“Thank you, Tonis,” you nodded before turning and leaving.

After a restless night of packing and trying to sleep, you rose early and headed to the location where Tonis told you to meet him, a landing pad at the edge of town. You wanted to get this trip started and find Arlon as fast as you could. 

Even with how early you arrived, the landing pad was already occupied. You heard Tonis before you saw him, arguing with a man covered head to foot in shining metal armor. 

“You owe me, Mando,” Tonis was saying. You stopped just outside the door to the hanger and listened to him continue, “This girl’s fiance took a job in the Inner Rim. If you take her to him and help him get the bounty, I’ll pay you what the bounty is worth and we’ll be even.”

“I’m not a babysitter,” the armor-covered man, Mando, responded, his voice cold and modulated through the helmet. 

“You aren’t babysitting, you’re helping the Guild finish a job,” Tonis countered. 

A long silence stretched between the two men before Mando sighed, the sound of defeat obvious even from your hiding place. “Fine, but I want double the bounty.”

“Done, just take care of her and get him home safe. They work too hard to be separated like this.”

Mando didn’t respond before you heard heavy footsteps crunching along the ground away from you. You decided it was as good a time as any to show yourself and stepped into the hangar toward Tonis.

“Morning,” you said, coming to a stop and dropping your bag next to you. “I’m ready to get going.”

“Never one to mince words…” Tonis muttered, picking up your bag and walking toward the ship in front of you. It was decently sized, but the patchwork of metal along the outside gave you pause. You weren’t well versed in ships, but this one seemed… Old. Definitely well used. Beggars can’t be choosers… You thought to yourself as you followed Tonis up the ramp and into the ship. 

The inside was dark, buttons of reds and blues set a glow to the walls. Crates and boxes were cluttered here and there along the floor. As you followed the walkway, your gaze lit upon a pair of boots. Lifting your eyes, you notice the leg guards, and then the belt of weapons and gadgets. Your eyes lingered on the orange-tipped gloves before continuing up the chest plate and freezing on the T-shaped visor in the center of the helmet. 

“This is Mando,” Tonis said, oblivious to the fear taking root in your chest.

Without so much as a passing glance, Mando nodded at you before climbing the ladder to what you assumed was the cockpit. You turned to Tonis and asked, “Who is this guy?”

“He’s a Mandalorian,” Tonis shrugged, as if that explained everything. 

“And what’s a Mandalorian?”

“They’re a race of warriors. Not many around anymore. I don’t even know his real name, everyone calls him Mando since he’s Mandalorian.”

“You don’t even know his name and you trust him to take me to Arlon?”

“He may be secretive, but he’s trustworthy.” Tonis put a hand on your shoulder before finishing, “He’ll help you and you’ll be back with plenty of time before the wedding.”

He turned around and began to leave before you managed to squeak, “Thank you.”

Tonis stopped and turned back to you with a smile. “We’re all rooting for you, you know. You and Arlon are loved by a lot of people in our town.” With a wink, he left. 

A modulated voice called from the cockpit, “We’re taking off soon, might want to get up here and buckle in.”

You took a breath, steeling yourself for the journey ahead of you. You grabbed your bag and climbed the ladder to find a small room with three seats; one in front of a massive board of buttons and switches with the other two flanked behind the first. You took the seat to the right, putting your bag in the other seat and buckling in. 

“So… Where are we going?”

“Jakku,” Mando replied. 

“How far is that?”

“A ways.”

Silence settled over the cockpit as Mando flipped switches and the engines started up. After some beeps and rumbles, the ship began to rise. Flying up and out of the hangar, you watched as the landscape below got smaller and smaller. When you couldn’t see the walls of your city anymore, you turned your eyes upward and toward the growing stars. 

I’m coming, Arlon, I promise.

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[youreyeslookliketheocean]

youreyeslookliketheocean’s DSMP Fic Recs!!

Figured it was about time for one of these... :)

Mostly SBI-centric because they’re my favorite dynamic. I’ll probably add to this list as time goes on, and I also want to go back through my ao3 history and find some lesser-known fics I really enjoyed to rec them all. But for now...

* oneshot  ** unfinished work

** the lights go out (my heart goes still) by curseworm

With his old home unwelcoming and his new one gone, Tommy is alone. After hours of staggering through the freezing snow, he finds a cabin.

Technoblade’s cabin.

He hides himself away in the deepest corner he can find, taking only what he needs to survive, wasting away in the cold and the dark. He’s petrified at the thought of being found out, terrified of what he thinks Techno would do to him.

When Techno finds his injured teenage brother huddled in a filthy little cave beneath his basement, the rage he feels is immeasurable. The voices demand blood, and blood he will give them. Dream won’t be getting away with this one.

(On the other side of the world, in a country that floats on a man-made lake, Philza gets himself in a bit of a pickle.) 

** The hearth down under by Crystalquill

A tiny change gives Tommy the courage to flee to the Nether instead of the cold tundra, finding an unlikely ally in the midst of a fiery hellscape.

But tiny changes can alter the course of history. The SMP will never be the same.

(Lots of cool Nether worldbuilding in this one!!)

to be a wanderer, wandering by hydrangeasheart

Tommy's feet drag in the snow.

It's so, so cold. He's so cold. His toes are freezing. His exposed shins feel like they’ve been cut open-- even the one that’s bandaged. His wings have gone numb, which is almost, almost good, because now he can’t feel the shifting, broken bones inside of the left one, just under feathers and muscle.

He doesn’t know why he’s still walking.

-

Or, Tommy leaves the exploded ruins of Logstedshire behind, and walks until he finds somewhere safe.

And things keep going from there.

(A canon-divergent AU, splitting off somewhere around when Tommy started hiding out below Techno's house.)

that’s, like, a hundred miles by No_one_you_know (and then “as long as i’m here”, and “he’s my brother, i just raise him”)

Dream would kill him. Dream was going to kill him- he was going to- no, he wouldn’t. Dream was his friend- friends don’t hit each other- Dream was supposed to take care of him- Dream /was/ taking care of him.

It hurt to breathe. It hurt to think. He couldn’t clear his thoughts as he stumbled to the family computer, pulling up a tab on google and frantically typing the name into the search bar.

The words Technoblade Watson stared back at him, the little black bar at the end of the letters blinking slowly, mocking him.

Why, of all people, did it have to be Technoblade?

in short: the one where dream sucks as a parental figure, tommy runs away, and visits his least favorite family member technoblade.

passerine by thcscus(blujamas)

Do I really need to put the summary here? Pretty much everyone knows this fic. Also, though, if you enjoy this one you should totally read thcscus’ connected fic, “shrike”!! It’s only at 2 chapters right now but it’s already really good and has this dark, foresty aesthetic I love...

not with a bang but with a whimper by dip_dyed_ghost

He knows Tubbo doesn’t care about him anymore. He knows that. He’s been shown that. But it doesn’t stop Tommy from caring about him. He brushes the pads of his fingers over the compass’s glass and wonders how he’s doing, if he’s tired of it all yet, if he needs help. He watches the way it points strongly in the direction over the ocean. He hopes he’s alright.

Even after everything, he hopes he’s alright.

During his exile, Tommy finds a drugged and hurt Tubbo on his doorstep. He can’t not help him.  

(This one has a neat take on potions, in my opinion. Also it’s only 4 chapters so it’s a quick read!)

take this compass, follow it home by lightning_anon

Tommy's a fuck up, he can't pay attention, and never sits still. He taps his hands, pushes people away, and has never had a best friend. He's a screwed up, forgotten kid lost in the foster system. He's also just been placed with a new family. Tommy knows how this goes, he never ends up staying long. After all, no one wants a fuck up like him.

Why would this house be any different?

Or: the obligatory sleepy bois foster fic, but with a focus on the neurodivergent kids that inevitably get lost in the system.

(Genuinely want to see more books like this in original fiction. It’s part of what inspired my newest og wip, “To Build a Home.” So sweet and I feel like I had my eyes opened to some neurodivergent tendencies I never knew existed. I read this in a day and can’t rec it enough.)

bloodlines by youreyeslookliketheocean

Tommy’s an orphan on the run from his previous guardian. Philza’s a king who prides himself on keeping his kingdom in an era of peace. Wilbur’s the crown prince, and Techno’s right beside him as his adopted brother. When Phil’s kingdom of Pogtopia is threatened by the bloodvines—a strange, brainwashing plant infecting many of the surrounding kingdoms—the four must work together to keep the kingdom, and their family, safe. --- A royal au sbi fic... + the bloodvines, for spice.

(Yes I’m self-promoting. But, in my defense, I’m very proud of it. If you checked it out it would mean the world to me :’))

Heat Waves by tbhyourelame

Dream has always held a gentle admiration for George, but when their nuanced friendship trickles into his sleeping mind, he awakens to a new world of conflicting emotions and longing. Lost in the midst of a heat wave, he continuously listens to a song that works itself in to the very core of his heartache. Floridian nights, unsent messages, spiraling infatuation, and terrible, terrible weather.

Another fic I think pretty much everyone knows about. Listen, listen... I was once an idiot who said “Oh no, I’ll never read Heat Waves. It’s irl, not characters, and it’s probably cringe”... No. I was so wrong. This fic is wonderfully written, with a pretty quick moving plot and great characterizations. You do need an ao3 account to access it, though. Just to let you know. (Also read “Helium”, unfinished and hasn’t updated in awhile, but it’s the continuation). 

Guitar Strings and Keyrings are What it Takes to Build a Home by Anonymous

Techno was adopted by Phil when he was 12 years old.

He'd been enjoying his morning before Phil came to him asking if he would mind them taking in another kid. Against his better judgement, Techno agrees and ends up with two new foster brothers who he was determined to not get attached to, no matter what.

Tommyinnit’s unbeatable method of avoiding sudden death by eneliii

“I uh,” Tommy starts, not knowing how to break this to the hero lightly. He hates to be the bearer of bad news. “I think your powers are broken? It’s not a bad thing of course, but like, I swear you tried to mind control me and it like, totally failed. Which is fine, honestly, don’t feel insecure. Everyone’s power stop working sometimes… I think.”

Sheesh, this is very awkward. Why is no one else talking? Why is Philza looking at him like he grew three heads? Why is the Blade staring at him so intensely? Why is Willow still frozen?

“Did I, did I hit a nerve? Yikes,” Tommy hisses, “Well um,” He steps back, bracing his legs and bending his knees, “This was like super fun, but I’m - I’mma head out.”

or,

in which Tommy manages to annoy the hell out of Phil, Techno and Wilbur by being both impossible to catch and irritatingly endearing.

or or,

a crack fic where Tommy is a vigilante and Phil, Techno and Wilbur are the heroes hunting him down.

(Feel like I am obligated to say how incredibly funny this fic is. Seriously. I have a distinct memory of sitting on my neighborhood park’s swing, giggling hysterically, while reading this. Well...until the end... but we won’t get into that...)

** bones in the ocean by bunflower

“Your reputation precedes you, y’know.”

“Does it, now?” Philza watches him coyly from where he’s now leaning against the wall, arms folded around his chains and gaze half-lidded, his lips curled in an arrogant, cat-like smirk.

“The Angel of Death, the ferryman of the Styx, the terror of the western seas. One of the most feared captains ever to sail, and yet, I have to wonder… how did a man like you end up all on his own? We searched the area where you were found—not another soul in sight. So,” He fixes him with a long look, allowing the silence to hover like a dark cloud, the words rolling off of his tongue with all the venom and smugness he can muster, “—tell me, Philza. Where is your crew?”

OR: Technoblade is a naval captain, and Phil his unwilling prisoner. Somehow, they manage to come out of it as friends in the end.

(Is this fic considered popular like passerine/Heat Waves now? Cause I feel like it’s reputation precedes itself, at this point... Pirate au.)

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Okay! That’s it for now. Like I said, though, I want to add to this over time and also dig back for some older things I’ve read. Also, if you have any recs feel free to send them in! I’m about to go back to school and therefore might not have time for reading fun stuff, but whenever I get the chance I’d love to check them out!!!

Happy Reading!!

[kittyymew]

Overstimulation- Part 4

Link to- Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

Tagging- @junseonghao

**

"What the fuck brat. That's the hottest thing I've ever seen... fuck this. I'm going to fuck your brains out and I am going to make you squirt again..."

**

Levi doesn't even wait for your response and he holds your legs wide open and pushes his length inside you, his cock barely going halfway through, even with all the lube. You groan, your legs trying to close subconsciously. Levi lets out a grunt and you can see him trying his best to not lose control.

"So fucking tight... even after all that..." Levi says as he forces your legs open and pushes in deeper until he's all the way inside. He immediately starts thrusting his hips, moving in and out of your pussy hard and fast. You moan looking up at him and see his gaze focused on your pussy, you blush realizing just how exposed you are right now.

"G-god! Le- I mean... Sir fuck!" You moan, Levi looks up at you and grins.

"Yes, brat?" He says as he leans down, your legs now basically over his shoulders as he continues pounding into your pussy. Levi lets go of your legs and rests them on either side of your head.

You squirm as his cock keeps going in deep inside you at a steady pace, you gasp and moan, unable to move much because of the position you're in. You've still not recovered from the Rabbit vibrator and here's Levi, pounding the fuck out of you.

"You're gonna cum again aren't you brat?" Levi asks as he leans down and kisses your neck. All you can do is moan in response as your pussy clenching harder around his length.

"Good girl... go ahead..." Levi says and bites down on your neck and sucking on your neck teasingly.

You moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you cum for the 7th time. This time, all your squirms and movements are restricted by Levi who is on top of you. He continues pounding into you, instead of just slowing his pace.

"S-sir... I..." you cannot even form proper words at this point. It's just you moaning and struggling to breathe and screaming 'Sir' and 'Levi'. Levi doesn't even care anymore that you're calling him Levi instead of sir.

Levi moves, pulling his length all the out to the tip before slamming it back into you, hard. You yelp and moan, your orgasm building up again, and before you can process it, you're cumming hard again around Levi's cock.

He continues to move his length in and out of you at the same pace along with kissing and bite your neck leaving a few hickeys as you ride out your high. Just as you think he's going to continue to pound into you, he pulls out.

"I- what? Why??" you ask, your breathing still shallow.

"Well, I want to try something. Do you trust me?" Levi asks, his face going serious for a moment.

"O-of course I do..." you say, confused by his question.

"Good. Now turn around again" Levi commands. You just lay there looking up at him. You want to move but your body is still recovering from your last orgasm. Levi seems to understand within a moment and he leans down grabbing your hips and flipping you over with ease.

Levi grabs your ass cheeks caressing them before giving each one a light smack. "Ow!" you almost yell.

"Shh brat!" Levi says before I could say anything further. He squeezes your ass and spreads them, pausing for a moment. "You remember our safe word?" Levi asks.

You nod in response. "What is it?" Levi asks again.

"Bubbles..." you reply and Levi just hums in response.  You feel his length press up against your ass. You squirm and let out a small gasp at the realization. He slowly starts pushing his length inside your ass. You yelp and bite down on your tongue as he slowly stretches your ass.

Levi continues pushing deeper. You whimper and wiggle your butt. Levi grunts and grabs your hips tightly, his fingers digging hard in your skin, you're pretty sure that it's going to leave a few bruises on your hips.

Levi manages to push his cock almost all the way inside. He leans down, propping himself on top of you with his left arm. "God so fucking tight!" Levi grunts in your ear before biting down on your shoulder, his right hand still holding a strong grip on your hip.

"Mmm..." you moan in response, adjusting to his length in your ass. "Sir please..." you beg.

"Please what brat?" Levi says smacking your ass with his right hand.

"Ahh- P-please m..move sir..." you say, blushing at the fact that you want Levi to fuck your ass.

"As you please," Levi says, slowly pulling out and pushing his cock back in your ass at a slow pace. Both of you let out a groan simultaneously. He goes in and out of you a few times at a slow pace, letting both of you adjust to the new feeling.

After a few thrusts, Levi starts picking up his pace, he moves his right hand around your hips and starts rubbing your clit. You gasp and try to pull his hand away, as much as your restricted hands were able to.

"L-LEVI Oh GOd!! Noo!" you protest. "Try stopping me and I'll make you cum 8 more times!" Levi grunts, threatening you. You let out another moan as he continues rubbing your clit and you stop trying to pull his hand away, you just grab onto his wrists tightly, your nails digging into his skin as you try your best to not scream.

Levi just smirks and thrusts deeper into your ass, while rubbing your clit rapidly. You squeal closing your eyes tightly, your nails digging deeper into his skin as Levi continues fucking your ass.

You squirm, your head falling backward on Levi's chest as you let out a loud scream/ moan as you cum again, your body convulsing and shivering, although Levi doesn't slow down.

Levi picks up his pace, pounding faster and harder in your ass, you can feel his muscles and cock twitching, meaning he was about to cum too. But instead of just thrusting into you, Levi continues rubbing your clit along with his hard thrusts.

"P-PLEASE FUCKING GOD!" you scream, squirming, your body still convulsing like crazy and your mouth hanging open.

"One more time brat... I am close too..." Levi grunts, not slowing down whatsoever. You cannot even process what he's saying and you start cumming again, and you just scream and moan as you cum hard, you feel some liquid run down your thighs and make a mess on Levi's bed.

"God Fuck!" Levi grunts and with one final deep, hard thrust, Levi cums in your ass. Levi just plops down on top of you, both of you panting and out of breath.

"Shit," Levi mutters after a few moments.

"What?" you ask looking up at him over your shoulder.

"I didn't get to watch you squirt the second time!" Levi says as he sits up and immediately turns you around on your back and he starts rubbing your clit again.

"AH- FUCK NO!" you scream out, your body jerking and spasming just at the slightest touch.

Levi just grabs your ankles pulling you closer and continues to rub your clit. "BUBBLES!!" you scream out. At that Levi stops immediately looking up at you wide-eyed.

You look at Levi with pleading eyes, you can barely feel your lower body at this point.

"Oh damn you really cannot..." Levi mumbles dumbfounded.

He quickly reaches forward and un-cuff your hands. " Did I go too far?" He asks looking at you worried. You shake your head and pull him in closer pecking his lip.

"I didn't realise you'd be that kinky... sir," you say grinning up at him.

"Shut up, brat!" Levi says laughing. "But on the bright side, I now know you're probably just as dirty as me, AND you'll get to brag about the things I do to your dirty little bratty ass to your little friends without being embarrassed about me or our sex life...." Levi continues.

"Embarrassed? About you? or our sex life? Excuse me what?" You look up at him shocked.

"Levi, God! You fucking idiot! I was not embarrassed about the fact that you made me cum just twice! I was blushing because I kept thinking about you..." You pause to look at Levi and he is just staring at you with his eyebrow raised.

"I kept thinking about you... NAKED..."  you admit, your face turning red again. Levi's expressions turn into a smirk and he laughs again.

"Well, my bad I guess... although I have zero regrets!" He says and you just laugh with him shaking your head.

"Well help me clean up now, I can barely move my body and we have training at 8 tomorrow!" you say as Levi just leans in pecking your lips.

"You mean I got training with the other brats tomorrow. You cannot even move how do you expect to practice?" Levi says with a smug grin on his face.

"Shut up just help me right now!"

"Yes yes sheesh. The only place you're allowed to talk to me like that is in the bedroom and you make sure you make full use of that opportunity! Fucking Brat!" Levi says laughing as he gets up and helps you clean up.

"Well but you still like me!" You say grinning. "That I do you brat!" Levi says smiling like a goof, making sure you don't see him smiling and blushing like that.

Levi helps you clean up and you spend the night in his room as he cuddles you and caresses your sore ass and muscles gently until you fall asleep.

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Hello loves, this was the end of the 'Overstimulation' chapters and I hope the ending did not disappoint you.

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Just out of Reach, but Never out of Sight

So..... it's been *looks at last update* SHEESH A YEAR ?!?! Uhhhh I'm so sorry this took so long to update, but I am far from done with this au so let's go for getting another upload! I've shared my views on the whole William Gold thing so further explanation is here. But without further a do, enjoy!

Chapter 4

chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3 cw: panic, anxiety, fear of abandonment, mentions of child abuse/neglect and a whole lot of fluff :3 wc: 3938

Disclaimer! This story is based on the characters of the Dream SMP and not the real life content creators. Anything that occurs in this story is purely fiction and should be treated as such. Thank you.

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Wilbur sat at the dining room table, his plate of syrup-drowned waffles staring back at him.

He wanted to know what Phil and Tommy were talking about and why the boy had hid under the bed.

He thought they’d calmed him down last night? 

The second he’d given Tommy the little cow plushie, Wilbur noticed how the boy’s eyes had widened with wonder. It was the sweetest thing the blonde had done since he met him, and he’d had to hold himself back from cooing and wrapping the boy into a hug.

But doing that would definitely be overstepping some kind of boundary judging by Tommy’s reactions and that was the last thing the brunette wanted to do. All the evidence was right there when he’d thought about it as he drifted off to sleep the night before. The flinching, the withdrawnness and the fear of saying the wrong thing; it all just began to add up. 

Tommy had been abused.

No child would be dressed in poorly put together rags and react the way they had if they hadn’t thought they were going to be hurt. Hiding under the bed was the confirmation he needed that his assumptions were true and all he could think about was how he didn’t want anyone else hurting that sweet little boy ever again.

Not if he had anything to say about it.

“What’s got you in a tizzy?” 

Wilbur lifted his head to see his twin, Technoblade, leaned up against the kitchen counter with a freshly poured steaming cup of coffee.

“Morning Techno. Sorry, didn’t hear you enter.”

“It’s not like you to be up so early Wil.”  The pink-haired teen commented curiously. 

He couldn’t help but observe the way his brother kept their gaze trained towards the hallway as he joined them at the dining table. He could make out the muffled voice of Phil talking from the other room but not what was being said.

“Is it that kid Dad brought home?” Technoblade asked. “I heard you both calling for them this morning which woke me up.” 

“Yeah, sorry about that.” Wilbur smiled apologetically as he faced his brother across the table. “We were, but Dad’s with him now under the bed.”

“He’s what?” Techno arched his brow perplexed. “Under the bed?”

“Yeah.” Wilbur sighed heavily. “I think I spooked him when I was going to come in about breakfast, and he panicked.” 

He couldn’t help but think about how closed off Tommy had been the night before. The way he seemed to carefully choose his movements and would shrink back if he felt like he overdid it. He wanted to see the Tommy with the spitfire attitude. Not the child that felt the need to tread carefully through every interaction.

“I think- I think wherever he came from he was abused, Tech.” 

“Well from how you and Dad described him in the messages, it certainly wouldn’t be too far-fetched to assume it.” Techno sipped his coffee as Wilbur grabbed his knife to cut into his waffles and sighed.

“Well whatever happened to Tommy, I’m hoping we can get him to open up and talk to us.” 

For his sake.

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Leaving the guest bedroom had been far harder than what it should have been.

While he knew Phil was only concerned for his well being, Tommy wasn’t quite sure he was ready to be in the presence of all 3 Beans at once. 

He knew Phil had mentioned the night before about Techno coming home late which undoubtedly meant the teen was up by now having his morning coffee and Tommy knew how Techno tended to act around ‘new visitors.’ 

One good perk of living in the walls was you learned how every person of the household acted around each other, and new people. Phil and Wilbur were always fairly welcoming, but Techno wasn’t the easiest to talk to. If you didn’t know him, he may come across as cold and calculating. Not the easiest person to approach without shaking in your boots that’s for sure.

But as Tommy would tell you, he knew that after the guests had all left, the sheer amount of relief the pinkette would feel, further revealing how awkward they had been about being around these ‘strangers’ was hilarious. It wasn’t a villain behind glasses moment, just an awkward teen with limited social skills. 

Tommy couldn’t help but giggle to himself as he’d watched the teen collapse in his bed after a certain interaction with a salesman as if it had drained all the life out of him. People just weren’t Techno’s strong suit.

But even knowing this didn’t ease the boy's nerves. It didn’t change the fact that even if Technoblade was socially awkward that he wasn’t capable of harm. The fencing trophies in his room a testament to that feat of strength.

His nervousness about having breakfast with the 3 must have been obvious, because Phil had gently placed his hand on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze before leading them both out of the guest room and to the dining room.

Just breathe Tommy. They don't know what you are yet. 

You’re okay for now.

“Morning Tech, good to see you up and about.” Phil greeted chipperly as he manoeuvred himself into the kitchen leaving Tommy to observe by the hallway. “I’d like you to meet Tommy.”

Tommy briefly met Techno’s gaze and was met with a solemn stare as they sipped on their coffee. He’d be joking if he said he knew what was going on in the teens head. 

The blonde forced himself to give one short acknowledging nod at the pinkette, not trusting his voice to form any coherent words as he shifted uncomfortably from where he stood. He deliberately kept his eyes averted from the twins at the table, fully well knowing Techno was most definitely staring at him, if the hot feeling of holes being burnt through his chest wasn’t already obvious enough. 

It took everything in him to not run right there and then.

“Tommy, why don’t you take a seat next to Techno and I’ll fix you up something to eat.”

Okay now would be a good time for his voice box to work because there was no way he wanted to sit next to Technoblade. 

That was NOT his ideal way of getting caught. 

It didn’t matter if humans couldn’t read minds, if anyone could catch on to something being off, it would be Technoblade. It was like the teen had a sixth sense and somehow just always knew when something wasn’t quite right. Just like the moving of the craft knife, he was sure if he slipped up in front of Techno, they’d know and it would be game over and onto the torture in a heartbeat.

Thankfully, it didn’t seem like it would come to that, as Techno was quick to stand and tuck in his chair as he excused himself to finish some upcoming school work.

“All good Dad, I’ve got homework to finish before school on Monday. I’ll just excuse myself.”

Tommy felt himself relax. Oh, thank Prime for humans and their absurd amounts of homework! Even if he didn’t really understand why they got it.

“Alright Techno, just make sure to have something more than coffee this morning alright? And don’t let me catch you having something potato-based before lunch, got it?”

“No promises.” The pinkette replied, before grabbing an apple from the refrigerator and began walking towards his room.

Tommy however was still glued to the hallway. 

The hallway that led to said Bean's bedroom.

Even though he was Bean sized right now, Technoblade still towered over the young boy. So much so that the light overhead was slightly obscured, casting an eerie shadow over the teens face making his deep brown eyes appear to glow a dark red. Tommy felt the way his heart spiked, his instincts screaming at him to run as his eyes darted around looking for potential tunnels and crevices to escape to. Anything to get away from this predator of man as they came to a steady stop before him.

“Ahem.” The teen cleared his throat along with a flick of his head.

What did he want? He hadn’t even done anything and was already in trouble? Should he have moved to the table quicker? Or had he stared too long?

A second cough with another jerk of the teen's head as Tommy’s anxiety began to grow finally keyed what Techno wanted from him.

Oh . 

He wanted him to move.

“Tech, quit scaring the poor kid and go around them.” Phil teasingly scolded. “You’re gonna give Tommy a heart attack.”

Techno huffed in minor annoyance before shuffling past, minorly brushing against Tommy’s arm as he did. It wasn’t hard or anything, but Tommy couldn’t suppress the flinch it caused from his prior panic. He missed the way Techno’s eyes furrowed in concern as he hurried to move before he caused any more problems.

“Don’t mind him Tommy,” Wilbur piped up, drawing the younger's attention back to the table. “He’s not much of a people person.”

The blonde finally let himself breathe as he brought his attention back to the brunette as they continued. “Come take a seat and have some breakfast, yeah?”

Tommy nodded, gingerly making his way over to the table plopping down opposite Wilbur as instructed before. As he sat, Phil picked up a plate and served a freshly cooked waffle onto it, before drizzling it in thick golden syrup and strawberries.

“Here you are, mate.” The man said placing the decorative dessert in front of him with a knife and fork.

He whispered his thanks as he picked up the utensils, but the Borrower couldn’t help but be on edge. Even if Phil and Wilbur had been nice to him his whole stay, Techno clearly didn’t want him here. He was sure that after breakfast, Phil was going to take him back to the park like he’d said, but then what? He couldn’t tell them that his real home was actually here, but also couldn’t risk being taken to the park and never finding his way back.

There had to be a way to figure out this whole mess before they brought up leaving. At most he just had to figure out a way to get back from the park after they left him there because it’s not like the walls were an option until he had a grasp on how he kept growing and shrinking.

Tommy cut a bit of the waffle off before stabbing it and a strawberry onto his fork, the maple syrup having sunken into the fluffy dessert. At least he’d get to enjoy one more good meal before he gets temporarily kicked out. 

‘Hopefully not forever’ the Borrower thought bitterly at the idea of abandoning yet another home.

“So, Tommy,” Phil began as he set a plate of his own waffles down to join the pair at the table. “Feeling a bit better?”

“Yeah, a bit.” He answered as he took another mouthful of waffle. “The waffles are really good.” The boy said, muffled between chews.

“Ew, finish your mouthful before you speak.” Wilbur grimaced as Tommy shovelled another forkful of waffle in. “I don’t want to see your mushed-up breakfast, thanks.”

Tommy slowed his chewing and allowed himself to swallow. Shoot, he hadn’t meant to upset him with how he ate again. Did he now have to be conscious about how he ate too? He thought humans ate like this all the time though?

“Wilbur.” Phil scolded as he elbowed his son in the arm. “You’re almost as bad as Techno.” 

The man sighed before turning his attention back to the tense blonde with a sympathetic smile. “It’s alright Tommy that’s not what Wilbur meant. It’s just you need to finish your mouthful before speaking. You could choke if you’re not careful.”

The boy nodded hesitantly before taking another mouthful and chewing it fully before swallowing. Why did humans have to have so many rules? In the colony, no one would have bat an eye if you spoke with your mouth full. You’d get your share and move on. How you ate was no one’s business and certainly no one cared about how Tommy ate. Then again, he’d never really had enough food to stuff his face when he was at the colony for it to be an issue. 

Perhaps he was being sloppy…

“Sorry.” He whispered before taking another bite. 

Phil sighed, setting down his knife with a soft clink. How was he going to get this kid to see that he was safe here? He hadn’t meant to make them feel more uncomfortable but it seemed the stress of it all was starting to get to the kid.

The man stared at the plate in front of him, his waffles half-eaten and starting to get cold. Each step of progress to make Tommy feel comfortable felt like it took 2 steps back. The kid was probably itching to get to the park and get back home too, but the thought of leaving Tommy like this just didn’t sit well with him. He glanced at the young blonde as he took his time with each bite, noticing how his gaze flicked from Wilbur to him and back to the plate worried as they ate in silence.

So tense, like walking on thin ice…

After finishing pacing himself on breakfast, Tommy had been intercepted by Wilbur. 

The brunette had taken one look at him and insisted he have a shower, shoving some clean clothes into him and ushered him into the bathroom. It’s a good thing he knew how taps worked, because understanding how to change water temperature would have been an awful experience had he not. 

Despite feeling bad about using the Crafts water, Tommy had to admit being able to wash up properly after so long felt wonderfully refreshing. Even seeing his own reflection in the mirror; clean and well-groomed for the first time in years, had him taken aback at how nice his hair and skin looked after a good wash.

The clothes Wilbur had given him had been some old clothes he didn’t fit into anymore and had had lying around. A pair of jeans, a basic t-shirt with some humans on it that Tommy didn’t recognise and an old blue sweater that was slightly too big on him. It felt odd to wear clothes made with fabrics of such high quality, but he instantly fell in love with the sweater. 

Now yes, he was aware of how bad his clothes had been. They were basically falling to bits on him, but it’s not like he didn’t know that. The Great Tommyinnit knows how to make nice clothes thank you very much.

If anything he was a pro tailor back in the colony, but considering he’d been roaming for weeks at a time carrying only the bare necessities before finally settling in at the crafts; new clothes hadn’t been much of a priority. He’d only really just managed to get his new home to his liking and with all the necessities he would need. New clothing had been next on his to-do list, if the mud-stained and holey garments he wore daily had made any indications of needing them.

He just needed a few days to gather the fabric and thread and he’d have a new wardrobe within the week. But the clothes he made vs the clothes Wilbur had lent him were nothing in comparison to quality! It was all just so soft and silky feeling and Tommy almost never wanted to take any of it off even if it was slightly too big. It wouldn’t be hard to adjust the seams on the jeans to make them fit better and the same with the shirt. His trusty handmade needle could make quick work of that. 

Maybe Wilbur wouldn’t mind if he took them home with him? 

That was, if he’d ever be able to go home.

Tommy still didn’t understand how any of this worked and trying to make himself leave the bathroom to ‘take him home’ was not helping.

The curling feeling in his gut telling him to just stay put and hide kept him mulling over the options in his head. But how could he do that after he told Phil he lived near the park? They would expect him to be fine once he left and go back home just like he supposedly wanted.

He turned to face himself in the mirror, stray water droplets dripped down the side of his face from his still-damp hair. The clean, presentable Tommy he saw now, no longer the same dirty, orphan he knew he was. Perhaps if he’d always been like this, he’d never have been kicked out of the colony. He never would have been alienated by those meant to care, never felt so small when it was normal. But now he was big, clean and everything someone might love as a Human Bean and yet he felt so fake hiding behind a false facade.

After all, he was only a Borrower.

The dreaded small feeling came creeping back in and all it took was one glance at the mirror for Tommy to wish he was back to his old self. He shouldn’t have put the thought of being loved in his head again. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t bear the thought of the Crafts turning on him should this disguise fall. Tommy squeezed his eyes shut tightly as he clutched the edge of the sink counter.

He wanted to go home and be small again. Hide away where it was safe from all that was out to get him. Away from this reflection of a boy he didn’t recognise. A tingly sensation pricked at his skin as tears began to drip steadily down his cheeks. He was being childish; he knew that, but he didn’t care. Why couldn’t he just be loved as he was?

Upon opening his eyes to look at the disgrace that was him in the mirror, Tommy found he was no longer staring at himself, but rather at the side of the wooden cabinet- three times smaller than he’d been almost seconds before. 

He’d shrunk. Again?

Confusion swept over his mind as he scrubbed at his face. How did this keep happening? One second he’s big and hating his Bean size counterpart, the next he’s smaller and wishing….

To be smaller…

It suddenly all began to make sense as the puzzle pieces began to slot into place. Every time he’d grown or shrunk, he’d been wishing to change. To be bigger to catch up or smaller to go home. He willed it, and it happened. 

Did his desire to change trigger the shift of his size?

Tentatively, Tommy stood back from the counter and focused hard. He wanted to be smaller, like his old self. Small enough to fit through the cracks, small enough to hide out of sight, be 3 inches tall again, the only right size. The Tommy size.

The tingling returned, this time all over his body as the blonde focused on changing his shape to be what he envisioned. It was a warm sensation and Tommy thought it was strange how he’d never felt it until now. When the tingling dissipated, Tommy slowly opened his eyes as a small gasp escaped him.

“I shrunk.” He whispered in awe as he took in the now enlarged bathroom. He grabbed at his hands and arms, patting himself down to prove that he indeed had changed with a disbelieving laugh. “I’m me again.” 

“Ha, I’m actually me! Oh, thank prime.” Tommy cheered as he hugged himself tight. “I thought I’d never work this out.”

The familiarity of large objects and tall ceilings finally returned the Borrower's sense of normalcy. How he missed this. He could finally go home, size not restricting him at all and return back to the safety of the walls. Just the walls, his tiny shoebox home and-

Me.

Tommy glanced around the little bathroom. The light green tiles were clearly a design choice by Phil but the fluffy light blue towels were definitely a conscious decision by Wilbur, and you’d never guess the yellow daffodils were put together by Technoblade. Each had their own little way of expressing themselves.

Tommy sighed as he stared at his hands, inspecting them front and back.

So a simple thought was all it took to change size right? 

Just think big- be big. Simple. 

Right?

Only a bit of tingling later and Tommy was back to his Bean height. It truly took no effort at all, as if it was second nature to him. Not Borrower nature, but certainly something. Maybe the other Borrowers had always been able to sense that in him. This thing that wasn’t quite right was this incredible size-shifting ability that probably no one had ever heard of and he had it. He certainly was no Borrowerer and definitely not a Bean. 

But no one else knew that.

Tentatively, Tommy reached out and picked up a single Daffodil and twirled it in his hand. He’d heard Technoblade talking about how there was a whole language of flowers and that each one meant something different when presented to another person. He couldn’t remember what a Daffodil meant but, the flower itself brought the happy memories of Crafts to the forefront of his mind.

They didn’t know what he was and with this shifting ability sort of figured out, what could stop him from staying? Or at least from getting to know the Crafts better. With something to leave behind, all it would take is to leave a trail back to the Crafts house from the park and he could go and come when he pleased. He’d be able to walk distances that used to take him days in a matter of minutes with ease and the Crafts would never have to know about where his true place of residence was.

It was a second chance at having a real family, or at least a relationship with someone that didn’t immediately hate him. He wouldn’t have to leave forever and could come back and actually talk to someone! It may be risky without knowing the full extent of the shifts, but it was a chance and a chance he was willing to take. 

A knock at the door caused the boy to jump, but thankfully he remained silent this time. 

“Tommy you alright in there?” It was Phil. Bless the old man's heart for his concern. “You’ve been in there awhile and just wanted to check if you were okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m alright,” Tommy called back through the door looking around the bathroom for something to enact his hastily thrown together plan. “Just about done. I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Okay, we’ll get ready to leave shortly to take you back to the park then, if you’re happy to.” 

The blonde finally spotted something suitable for his trail and quickly grabbed a handful of decorative little blue pebbles from the bottom of a vase filled with fake pink camellia flowers and shoved them into his pocket before grabbing his dirty clothes.

“Sounds good, big man,” Tommy said as he opened the door to where the taller blonde was standing a little bit away looking minorly concerned.

“Let’s get going.” the boy said with a smile.

This was going to work. 

He knew it.

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YAY! WE FINISHED CHAPTER 4!!! WOOOOO Again I am so sorry this took so long to do. I've been working on it on and off for awhile with little progress and life has just been kicking my butt lately that finishing stuff up sucks. I have made a start on chapter 5 and I do plan to finish this fic, it just may take awhile with current circumstances.

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How about mikasa with a Pregnant s/o? I hope you get better btw!

Ah thank you anon! I hope I do aswell! And I love mother kasa concept! :D

『Mikasa with a pregnant s/o』

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[ MAJOR! AOT SPOILERS UP AHEAD! ]

THIS CONTIANS MAJOR SPOILERS REGARDING TO 139 AND CHAPTER 138

- after you guys left the survey corps,she practically BEGGED you both to be parents. And all thought you wanted to, you wanted to spend some years alone with her.

- Ever since Eren passed away, your girlfriend never smiled the way she used to. But that all changed when you told her you were pregnant with a baby girl. This woman bursted into tears smiling a smile you hadn’t seen in a while. She picked you up and spun you around the room kissing you as you to began to cry tears of joy.

- You told her you were pregnant with a small version of her scarf, hinting at it. And as soon as she got it, she looked at you shocked, making sure you were serious, “d-darling are you serious..?” She said a small smile on her face. She looked at the small scarf and the baby clothes that laid in the box that you gave her as a gift, twirling around the outfit examining it.

-you gave her a soft nodd as you wiped away a tear, “Your going to be a mommy” you said with a smile. She put down the baby clothes and looked at you, still in shock. “Your not joking R-right!?” She said a bit more happier. “No I’m serious!” You said, beaming with a smile.

-she scoffed a bit as tears began falling down her face. Mikasa smiled as she picked you up, twirling you around, while crying tears of pure happily ness and joy. “T-this is all I’ve ever wanted” She said, kissing you while wiping away the both of yours tears.

- Throughout your whole pregnancy, all she would do would show you support in every way possible. She may be a bit over baring at time but this woman just wants to insure that your safe and well token care of. If you try to even pick up something, she’s scolding you, saying its dangerous and what if you fall or trip? All you’ll hear is, “y/n! Be careful dear! Let me take care of that.”

-Oh you best believe she gives you baths. One wrong move and you could get hurt, to her at least. Mommas wants to take care of youuuu ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა! Plus, if you think she’s overprotective then, SHEESH BUDDY YOUR IN FOR A RIDE DURING AND AFTER PREGNANCY.

- This woman goes out her way to make sure you and the baby are safe. She doesn’t like you going out into town since a ton of people would crowd there and god for bid if someone knocks into you.. Let’s just say they are gonna get beat to the ground.

- For names, i think she’d like something unique, mystical even. I think she’d like something like a word that means a unique feeling, like the word Heriath; Homesickness for a home you can’t return to, or that never was. That’s my OC’S kid with her’s name anyways lol. Lacuna, Moira, jouska and others i think she’d like! You suggested if it was a boy that you wouldn’t mind naming the baby after Eren. She turned to you and smiled saying that she loved the idea of that, but, she couldn’t call him that without bursting into tears. You understood completely and was accepting of that aswell : D

— AND BOY OH BOY WHEN YOU WERE IN LABOR- Mikasa tried her best to stay calm. You both decided earlier on to have an at home birth with (just in case) a widwife to make sure you were okay. She held your hand and hugged you as you gasped for air, pushing as hard as you could. Mika would tell you things like “It’s okay baby.. your doing such a good job..” hike holding your hand, reassuring that you would be okay.

- When the baby came out, all you both could do was cry. I’d say if its a girl, she’d look more like mikasa with black hair and her Asian eye shape with your eye color. But if it was a boy, they’d look more like you with mikasa’s eye shape and mouth shape.

- She knows how sentimental of a moment you both as parents were experiencing, so she made sure you as the one who gave birth should hold the baby first. She kissed your head as you held the baby, caressing your hair.

- when mikasa held the baby, the first thing she did was wrap the baby in her red scarf. After Eren died, she turned the meaning of the scarf around. Eren showed her how to live, so she made a promise to show you how to live. And now that she has a baby, another piece of family, she vowed over her life to keep the both of you safe and sound.

- Her first words to your both’s baby was “I will always protect you, I promise you, over my life” She was so happy to be a mother. After all the chaos, she was so happy to finally live peacefully with the person who she loves the most.

- She has SO MANY DAMN RULES FOR WHEN ANNIE AND ARMIN COME OVER LMAO- No holding the baby standing up. All sharp objects aren’t allowed on you when touching the baby. No turning into a titan or she’ll cut off your face (these mainly apply to Annie LMAO) But after a while she chilled down. Annie was allowed to hold the baby ofc ofc.... Under MIKASA’S supervision ÙnÚ.

— the day your baby first walked, mikasa Litteraly cried at how big they had gotten and you had to calm her down like “Mika! Chill they aren’t even 1 yet and your already acting like they are going off to join the military!”

- Oh and speaking of military, your baby’s not going into the military- Hell n o. Momma mika would lose her shit even at the thought of her baby going out into gunfire. So if you wanted a military baby, sorry its not happening with her kid.

- The baby’s first words were “Muma” which was when they were referring to you. Everything this child does makes her so emotional. Litteraly even if the baby just picks up a spoon she’s almost in tears. She a proud momma dont let her down >:3

- I think our both’s baby would call her a unique version of mom. Like they would call Mika “Ummie” or “ummuma” But sometimes they’d just call her “mommy” so your momma and she’s ummie and mommy. (Lmao you call mikasa mommy too dont lie ;)

-OMI- YOUR KID AND ANNIE AND ARMINS KID ARE LIKE BEST FRIENDS. Your baby loves when they come over so they can see armin and Annie’s kid :D! AND OML- YOUR BABY LIKE LOVES ANNIE- She calls her “auntie awnnie” and always likes pulling at her bun while mikasa just stands and watches from the kitchen, eyeing annie down making sure she ant gonna touch her bby 😤

- Your child LOVESSSS Annie’s titan roar and everytime she comes over, they beg for annie to turn into a titan and do the roar. All you’ll hear is, “awuntiie awmmie! Titan! Titan!! 🥺” While annie rolls her eye with a small “fine” As she goes outside and transforms into her titan, roaring while your chid giggles. MIKASA HATES IT SO DAMN MUCH- SHE’LL ALWAYS SAY “You better be careful or I’ll kill you”

- of course, over the years Mikasa lightened up to annie and they are now best friends, but she cant help it... Over protective strong momma. but she wont allow armin to do it since his titans to big and dangerous ad trust me armin completely understands.

- Overall, she’s such a good momma. Always caring for you and her baby, making sure you both are safe and okay. She wouldn’t ever wish for a different life when she’s with you, and the sweet little one you two made <3

BRO THIS WAS SO LONG TO WRITE -

[numptypylon]

for Rayla pov…

home free drabble? 🥰🥰🥰

preferably the chapter where callum twists his ankle on their hike??

—blu

This took me a while, because I suddenly got a lot busier than I had planned on being, and wanted to get the Homeward Bound drabbles done first so I could post the intermission chapter. But here you go, hope you enjoy! There's a little Rayla POV snippet taking place DURING this chapter here. This drabble takes place AFTER chapter 4 of Home Free

Callum didn’t even stir when she removed the no-longer-frozen peas from his ankle.

She should examine it, but that would probably wake him up.

She should wake him up.

It was barely even 6pm; he wouldn’t be able to sleep come bedtime if he slept now.

She usually had no mercy about waking him up.

He looked so cute though, hugging their froggie couch cushion, his face all smushed up against it, a tiny smile on his lips.

He could at least sleep while she showered and made them dinner. She might not be a particularly good cook, but she was an efficient cook when Callum and his extra-ness wasn’t involved; the pasta could cook and the mushrooms sauté while she showered, and then it was a matter of five minutes to put together.

He could sleep for 15 minutes. He had been up early. And then gone hiking after work. And then gotten hurt. And then his complete idiot of a housemate had thrown him down a hill.

He could damn well have 15 minutes.

Rayla got her galaxy-patterned snuggie from their blanket basket, and spread it over him, tucking it around his neck.

He sighed in his sleep and the warm exhale tickled her cold fingers.

It would be super-weird to touch his hair just because it looked super soft at the ends where it was starting to dry, so she didn’t do that.

———

“RISE AND SHINE!” Rayla announced. Food was almost ready, and you couldn’t go straight from asleep to eating, you needed a few minutes.

The peas were just an amuse-whatever, that didn’t count.

“M-morning-“ Callum yawned, blinking at her, adorably disoriented for a moment, before his face settled on an expression. “Are you eating the peas that were pressed up against my stinky foot?” He looked comically horrified.

Wuss. It was a sealed bag that had been wrapped in a dish towel, what philistine would waste perfectly good peas that had had no direct contact with feet?

“Yeah?” She scooped another spoonful of buttery, garlicky peas into her mouth. Yum. “I had a thawed bag of peas and already got the garlic press dirty for the pasta. What, you expected me to not eat the peas?”

“No.” He smiled at her, so… he was just so- “Never.” So fond. Of her.

It was a really amazing feeling, being so sure that someone liked you. The real you and all of you. Even if he didn’t love her like she loved him, he loved her and had said it.

She couldn’t remember… anyone ever saying that to her.

Her parents must have, at some point when she had been too young to remember, right? They had written it plenty, in their letters. She had stopped believing it fully, at some point.

To be fair, she was reasonably sure Ethari and Runaan did love her.

But Callum had said it.

He sat up to make room for her on the couch next to him, hair mussed and bleary-eyed.

He was careful about moving his foot to rest against the floor, but he didn’t look like he was in pain, and she wouldn’t be the kind of sappy, fussy idiot asking if he was okay, when he was going to be fine-

His warm fingers brushed her hair away to inspect the abraded skin at her cheek and brow. “You feel okay?” he asked. “You’re sure you didn’t hit your head?”

She snorted. “I faceplanted into some snow. I think I’ll live.”

“That wasn’t what I asked!” he snapped. “And if you think I’m too fussy you can thank your own dumb butt!” Sheesh, she had called him to pick her up at the emergency room one time in two years- “My ambitions for your wellbeing are higher than ‘you’ll live’, unbelievable as that may be to you!”

He’d been scared, too. Because he loved her. She softened. “I’m okay. No headache or dizziness. Just the regular kinda sore bits you get from skidding down a hill face-first.”

“You mean to say… this wasn’t your first time…?”

She bumped into his shoulder. “First time with someone I love.”

He softened too. “Me too.”

[just-your-local-astronaut]

Out of this world hq fanfics, my favorites (part two)

Please check trigger warnings before reading any of these fics. <3

I’m also taking requests for recommendations. Just fill out the form in the pinned post on my page.

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Title: Something Like Us

Author: the_madame21 

No Archive warnings

Rating: E

Ship: Iwaizumi/Oikawa (IwaOi)

Length: 10 chapters, 28,916

Status: Completed

Author’s summary: Friends since childhood, Oikawa and Iwaizumi now live together, both playing for the National Team. It's no secret that athletes who are bonded perform better. So if the two of them happen to bond...It'd be for the good of the team, right?

The words in the stars say: Shawtys, don’t yell at me for recommending another Omegaverse fic, it’s so good though, and I’m just goin down my list of favs and they were right under each other. Anyways, I love this fic. This story persistently describes the pinning on both sides perfectly. You can clearly see the turning point when Oikawa’s goal changes as the bond further affects his and Iwa’s lives, both positively and negatively. This is one of my favorite IwaOi Omegaverse fics. This story gives the understanding of being connected to the one you love, no matter how it came about, a completely different meaning.

I rate this fic 10 aliens out of 10, please read and if you do talk to me about the convenience store scene, it’s my favorite part :).

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10991091/chapters/24479244

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Title: Twitch

Author: CheekyBrunette

No Archive warnings

Rating: Not rated

Ship: Kageyama/Hinata (KageHina)

Length: 6 chapters, 72,501 words

Status: Completed

Author’s summary: "He was aware of the itch he’d feel before he shook his head or scrunched his nose. He recognized the impulse to move, but he didn’t realize how compulsive the behaviors had become. He had to shake his head. He had to scrunch his nose. He had to shrug his shoulders over, and over, and over.It wasn’t until he was nine-years-old that Shouyou realized he couldn’t control his movements like other kids could."

The words in the stars say: I really loved this AU. I wasn’t sure how I would feel about it at first but as I kept reading I enjoyed it more and more. In this fic Hinata having Tourette's made so much sense. I love how the author used actual habits Hinata has in the anime, explained them in the story, and how they work with Tourette’s. The difference between who Kageyama was in the beginning, compared to how he was at the end made me so happy. He clearly learned how he should be treating Hinata with or without feelings and Hinata’s Tourette’s. Such a sweet read for my Kagehina stans. 

I rate this fic 10 aliens out of 10.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6103802/chapters/13991060

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Title: The Outside Edge

Author: Ray (RayWritesStuff) 

No Archive warnings

Rating: M

Ship: Bokuto/Akaashi (BokuAka)

Length: 30 chapters, 201,662 words

Status: Incomplete. Hasn’t been updated since 2/15/21 (Imma cry)

Author’s summary: Akaashi Keiji is a competitive figure skater, and has been his whole life. Ever since he could remember, he's always been pushed by everyone around him to be great. To never fail. To satisfy his mother's desire of him going to the Winter Olympics.Everything was going fine for him, his routine at the rink with his friends running smoothly. Until one day, the University Hockey team was temporarily moved to his rink. Thanks to his meddling best friend, Akaashi is pushed into introducing himself to well-known hockey star Bokuto Koutarou. His attraction to the wild-eyed and kind-hearted man is almost instant.Akaashi soon finds himself falling all to fast for his liking. Before he could catch himself, he was pushed out of his comfort zone and into worlds beyond. As his new relationship with Bokuto blossoms, he learns that his worth is so much more than his performance, and to accept the haunting truths in his life he's been running from for so long.

The words in the stars say: I’m a sucker for figure skater x hockey player au’s and man, WHY ARE THEY ALWAYS INCOMPLETE. *SLAMMING ON DESK NOISES* I love them so much, lmk if yall find any others. This fic was just *kiss*. I loved it. It represented Akaashi so well and his mental state as a figure skater. I got the whole experience, I finished it and then went ice skating (unplanned, surprisingly). Bokuto is such a sweet heart and every time he forgave Akaashi while he was struggling, warmed my heart (unlike my fingers while I type this sheesh). I adored the IwaOi, DaiSuga, and KuroKen in the background. 

10/10 completely. I love this fic so much even with it being abandoned. </3

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24690535/chapters/59671282

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Title: A Thousand Cuts

Author: lettersinpetals

Underage - Archive Warning

Rating: Teen and up

Ship: Sakusa/Atsumu (SakuAtsu)

Length: 3 chapters, 37,963 words

Status: Complete

Author’s summary: “I’m Atsumu! What’s your name?” The boy mumbled out an answer, and because his voice was muffled by his mask, all Atsumu heard was “...Omi.”“Omi?”“Kiyoomi,” the boy said in a much clearer voice. But Atsumu was already attached to the name. “Omi-Omi! Let’s go!” Shamelessly, he grabbed him by the hand and tugged him behind him. He felt responsible for him — the boy clearly needed all the protection and guidance he could get. Atsumu can be his hero.--The story started when the Sakusa family moved into their neighborhood in Amagasaki when they were nine. Atsumu would always remember that he saw Kiyoomi first.

The words in the stars say: Lettersinpetals has to be one of my absolute favorite hq fic writers. Their SakuAtsu fics are the ones I will ALWAYS rec. This story is a beautiful rollercoaster. I don’t even know how many times I cried (happy ending dw dw) while reading this. I love the childhood friends AU for SakuAtsu plus Osamu and Suna’s drama that pulls you into a heartbreaking story. Lettersinpetals blows me away every damn time I read a fic of theirs. PLEASE PLEASE, read this fic. 

I rate this 10 out of 10 aliens.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27094666/chapters/66160312

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Title: Butterfly in the Subway

Author: bigspoonnoya @plotghosts​ 

No Archive warnings

Rating: Teen and up

Ship: Daichi/Sugawara (DaiSuga)

Length: 14 chapters, 62,872 words

Status: Completed

Author’s summary: Sugawara Koushi has no idea he's already in love with the man he's supposed to hate

The words in the stars say: This fic. Oh my god. This fic made me want to have a penpal I write love letters to even when I have no idea who they are. I’m a sucker for poetry and letters, this story was a dessert for me. I adore Suga owning a bookstore. Also the background KageHina, AsaNoya, and TsukkiYama? YES. This fic lives in my head rent free in English class. The scene in the café with Suga and Daichi, I just- *dies*. Read this fic now. It’s amazing and I reread it all the time when I’m sad, such a heartfelt read. I can’t express how much I love this fic.

!!!!SPOILER!!!!  “I hoped. I wanted it to be you.” *sobbing* !!!!SPOILER!!!!

I rate this fic 10 out of 10 aliens. 

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3576108/chapters/7880601

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[lostcauses-noregrets]

Chapter 139: Additional pages, additional thoughts

I’ve had a few Anons asking if I’ve seen the additional page leaks, I have, and I’ve also seen a lot of outraged yelling about them from certain parts of the fandom.  Everyone is entitled to feel angry, hurt or disappointed if they dislike the end of a series that they’ve invested so much time and emotional energy in. However expecting any piece of mass media to cater specifically to your whims, and to threaten violence to the creators if you don’t get your way, is just arrogant and childish beyond belief.  Honestly, it shouldn’t have to be said. Sheesh.

From my perspective, the additional pages don’t really change my opinion of the ending.  I’m still disappointed that there wasn’t stronger condemnation of Eren’s actions and I’m still disturbed that his friends were so willing to forgive him for slaughtering 80% of humanity.  Nothing in the new pages changes that.  However, I do appreciate the small glimpses of clarity these pages provide, particular with regard to Ymir and Mikasa.

It seems clear now that Mikasa’s headaches were a result of Ymir “peeking into her mind”, so that’s one mystery solved at least.  It also appears that by killing Eren, Mikasa enabled Ymir to rewrite her own story, so that she no longer felt compelled to sacrifice her own life to save the king, thus saving her daughters from the awful fate of having to consume her corpse, which is what originally caused the Titan curse to be passed on to the Children of Ymir.   I think it was the fact that Mikasa was able to kill someone she loved that enabled Ymir to make that choice, to realize that she had the power to free herself from the shackles of a love that was a never ending nightmare.

I know some readers have expressed disgust at Mikasa thanking Ymir for bringing her children into the world, when those children were born as a result of an abusive and coercive relationship. While that may be true, I don’t think that there’s any question that Ymir loved her children deeply and by freeing Ymir from her sacrifice, Mikasa ensured that these children did not loose their mother, as she herself had, and that they were saved from the appalling fate their father forced them to suffer.  I thought the fact the Ymir and her daughters appeared briefly in the fake preview as a normal mom and kids on their way to the cinema was a really nice touch.

I don’t have particularly strong feelings about Mikasa and her family.  Her partner could be Jean but it’s really not clear, so that’s a shrug from me.  I guess I’m happy that she did have a life and a family of her own, as family has always been so important to Mikasa.  It’s clear that she never forgot Eren though, which is honestly a lot more than he deserved, but it’s also to be expected.  Mikasa is an Ackerman after all.

I got an ask last week about what I thought the main themes of SnK were and I said the futility of hatred and war, the power of love, and the dichotomy of fate and freewill.  @tsuki-no-ura​ added freedom to that list.  Having seen these final pages, I think another important theme is family.  It really struck me that in the last few pages we see Ymir, Historia and Mikasa all portrayed living happily with their children.  I don’t think Isayama is suggesting that women can only be happy and fulfilled if they have children, at least I sincerely hope that’s not what he’s getting at.  If there’s a message there, I think it’s about the unconditional love that ideally exists between parents and children, a love that so many of the characters in this story have lost or been denied. I do think it’s interesting that all three fathers are “absent” in one way or another; the king is dead, Mikasa’s partner is unidentified, and farmer-kun remains a nameless enigma.  I know there has been reams and reams written about the figure of the absent father in literature, but I’m really not the right person to analyse what, if anything, this might mean in the context of SnK.

There’s been a lot of speculation about how much time has passed in the last four pages.  Some readers have pointed to the phenomenally rapid modernization of Japan over the last century as evidence that change of this nature can occur within a few generations. It’s impossible to put any kind of precise timeline on events, though I think it’s clear that the destruction of Paradis occurs at least a generation after the main cast’s lifetime.  Whether that destruction was caused by civil war or external conflict is unclear, but I’m pretty sure that a direct line can be traced back to Eren’s genocide.

The fact that the tree survived the razing of Paradis has raised a few eyebrows, however almost every city that has been destroyed by war seems to have a single building or monument that miraculously survives, whether it's the Genbaku Dome in Hiroshima or the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church in Berlin.  Though in this case, it does seem like there is more than chance protecting the tree.

One other thing I liked about the additional pages was the fact that Levi didn’t appear.  That might sound odd, but I thought his ending was pretty much perfect as it stood and I don’t want anything to change that.  Some people have interpreted the empty wheelchair at the end as being the one that belonged to Levi, but I’m pretty sure it’s Mikasa’s, as she is obviously very elderly by this stage. Knowing that Levi will have passed away long before these scenes take place is deeply poignant.

I also rather like the ambiguous open ended nature of the final panel.  It could be leaving the door open for a sequel, but I don’t think that’s it’s primary purpose.  I think Isayama’s intention is just to leave us with a question mark.

The fake preview also made me laugh.  Poor Isayama, he can’t win.  People will be arguing over his story until the cows come home.  I think this is the first and only time I’ve ever agreed with Eren though.  For me, the most important thing about this story has been sharing it with friends.

So thems my thoughts, I think I like the ending more with the additional pages than without them, but my original criticism still stands. Also the dog is still a very good boy. 

[writeforfandoms]

Merry Go Round of Life 4

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Part four! We’re starting to get plotty. A little bit. Still mostly fun. 

This will be Din x f!reader eventually. By the end of this we’ll get there.

Warnings: None, maybe a bit of swearing, a troublesome child. 

Chapter four: In which there is snooping

It took about three minutes for the child to become bored of being held, so you set him down and played for a while. The child was particularly fond of peek-a-boo. 

Once the child was worn out (and honestly so were you - being old was hard), you set him in the chair for a nap and started poking around again. 

The knob you’d noticed next to the door had four blobs of paint. One blue, one green, one red, and one black. The blue blob was currently towards the door, and you very cautiously opened the door, just enough to see outside.

The sky was the first thing you noticed. Blue-grey and half covered with clouds. Then the smell of the place - salty and a bit fishy, with notes of spices carried on the breeze. This was very clearly not Kalevala. But you had no idea where this was, or how this even worked. 

Carefully, moving slowly, you shut the door and twisted the knob to the green blob. When you opened the door again, it was to the rolling hills outside of Kalevala, green with bursts of wildflowers all over. Way off in the distance you could just see where the green turned tan where the desert of Tatooine started. 

“Stop playing with the door!” Peli yelled from the hearth. A little reluctantly, you closed the door. “Sheesh, how old are you anyway?”

“Does it matter?” you shot back, a little irritable as you made your way over to check on the child. Still napping. Good. 

“Suppose not,” Peli admitted, sounding grumpy. The fire huffed, which puffed some smoke at you, and you frantically waved it away from the kid. This house was weird. 

“Yell if he wakes up,” you told Peli before you rolled up your sleeves. Time to get a little dirty. Surely there would be some clues hidden in the piles of junk shoved into the corners of the room. 

The room wasn’t bad, all things considered. Some mess, sure, but the main portion of the room was pretty clean. But you made it even better - all the bits and bobs got put away where a curious child couldn’t accidentally choke on anything. You cleared all the ash out of the fireplace (steadfastly ignoring Peli’s grumbling complaints that it should have been done weeks ago, and on a regular basis). You swept and mopped, mostly because you didn’t like dirty floors, especially if you were going to be playing with the kid on them. 

And still no clues popped out at you. Nothing seemed odd. Well. Odder than to be expected in a wizard’s home, anyway. Quite honestly, you were a bit stumped. You sank into a kitchen chair you had unearthed with a little groan, aching again. Getting old really was not pleasant, you’d like to be done with this now please. 

“Kid’s waking up,” Peli told you. One thin little fire-arm reached out from the grate to grab one of the logs you’d stacked in easy reach. 

You sighed but got up again, meeting the kid half-way across the floor. Back to peek-a-boo it was, especially since you hadn’t found much in the way of toys or games for him. Something to speak to the wizard about, perhaps. 

Wizard Djarin showed up in the middle of another game of peek-a-boo. You were sitting on the floor, and the kid was hiding behind various pieces of furniture and then popping out at you. It was honestly adorable. And required very little movement on your part, which was nice, since you didn’t have your usual amount of energy. 

Djarin stopped just inside the doorway and looked at the two of you. The kid made a happy noise and started babbling, even as he attached himself to one of the wizard’s legs. Djarin just sighed, a noise that was part amusement and part exasperation, before he bent to pick the kid up.

“How was he?”

It took you a few moments to realize the wizard was speaking to you, and you blinked at the helmet. “Fine. He took a nap and we played.”

The helmet dipped in a slow nod before turning slowly to survey the room. “You… cleaned?”

“Cleared up a bit,” you told him primly, straightening your back (as much as you could). “It’s dangerous to leave things laying around where kids can get their hands on them, he could have choked on something. I just tidied up a bit.”

The helmet dipped again, and then the wizard swept past you, still holding the kid. With a final flap of his cloak, he vanished up some stairs you honestly hadn’t even paid attention to earlier. 

“You’re pretty good at that,” Peli commented as you sank into the armchair. “I think he believes you.”

“It’s true,” you pointed out. “Children can choke on things. I don’t want to see the kid get hurt.”

Peli snorted, sending sparks everywhere again, but settled down. 

“I haven’t found any clues yet,” you pointed out. “How am I ever supposed to lift your curse if you can’t tell me anything?”

“Give it time,” Peli told you, settling lower into her logs. “I bet you’ll get a clue tomorrow.”

You narrowed your eyes at the fire demon but didn’t ask further questions. Now that you were seated in front of the nice warm fire, your energy was just draining out of you. Your head dipped back against the armchair, and you were out.

Sharp raps on the door woke you, and you nearly jolted from your chair. There was a clatter behind you, a few soft swears, and Djarin swept past you, sounding vaguely annoyed. He yanked the door open, but when he spoke his voice was calm. You creaked out of your chair with a low groan and a chorus of cracks, and then tip-toed over behind the wizard.

There was yet another city in front of you, this one large and sprawling. The person at the door was dressed in fine clothing, richly made and expensive to your eye. He asked the wizard to accompany him to the Palace, but with many extra words. Djarin said no, very simply. More flowery turn of phrase from the messenger gave you a chance to peek around Djarin’s side. If you had to guess, you would say you’re looking at the capitol, Mandalore. You’d never been there either. But it was the only place you could think of that would be so large, and have people dressed so finely. 

Finally, Djarin swept an arm back, expertly herding you back inside while telling the messenger more sternly that no, he would not go to the Palace. He swung the door shut and then turned away with a grumble.

“Why did Viszla have to go and vanish,” he grumbled, clearly not actually expecting an answer.

“Viszla?” You blinked after the wizard.

“Royal wizard,” Peli answered. “He’s been missing for weeks now.”

“Idiot,” Djarin scoffed. He paused mid-stride, helmet turned towards you, and then he shook his head and continued. 

“How does a royal wizard go missing?” you asked, blinking. It didn’t make sense to you. Sure, things could get misplaced, but an entire person? A wizard, no less?

“Who knows.” Djarin sounded aggravated, but not necessarily at you. He huffed, the sound coming out a little odd from under the helmet. He stopped at the end of the room, looking up the stairs, and then swore and dashed up them. You turned to see what had him in such a hurry, but couldn’t see anything.

“Probably the kid,” Peli told you with the fire equivalent of a shrug. It was odd to watch. “Kid gets into all kinds of trouble, even with Djarin around.”

“Kids,” you murmured in agreement. 

Djarin came back down the stairs, holding the kid. You couldn’t see his expression, of course, but his shoulders were a bit tight and high. 

“Keep an eye on him,” he ordered you, handing over the kid. You blinked down at the kid, who grinned up at you with sparkling eyes. 

“What did you do, little one?” you asked, moving over to the table. The kid burbled at you, a burst of wordless noises that sounded quite happy. Whatever he’d done, clearly he knew he’d gotten away with it. 

A knock on the door interrupted all of you, and Djarin strode over to it. He spoke quietly to the person on the other side of the door, too quietly for you to make out the words. He came back inside, grabbed something from a shelf in the “wizardly things” portion of the room (you’d dubbed it that after side-eyeing several packets of questionably-colored dusts and things), and then went back to the door. 

“I wonder what he’s up to?” you murmured to the child, who merely grabbed your shirt again. You shrugged a little. It wasn’t really your business. 

The door closed again and Djarin shook his head as he came back into the room. He paused for a moment, the helmet fixed in the direction of you and the kid, and then he went over to his workbench. 

“If you insist on picking up, don’t touch this area,” he told you, voice low. “I need these where they are.”

You nodded. “I wouldn’t touch those things if you paid me,” you told him with a faux-haughty sniff. “Who knows what all you have there.”

He snorted, sounding a little startled, and you could only imagine he was amused. “Good.” He walked away again, back up the stairs. You didn’t mind, instead going back to playing with the child. He really was too cute for his own good. 

You didn’t have long to play with the kid, though, as something came thumping down the stairs. You and the kid both turned to watch as Djarin dragged something down the stairs. A couple muffled swears reached your ears, and your eyebrows shot up. He wrangled the object into a cubby in the back of the room, setting it out flat before vanishing up the stairs again. 

Curious, you and the kid approached. It was a cot. You blinked. The kid cooed. 

“This is more comfortable than the chair,” Djarin said from behind you. You jumped and turned to look at him as he set blankets and a pillow down at the end of the cot.

“Thank you.” You blinked at him, caught off-guard by the kindness. 

He simply nodded and retreated again. He was a man of few words, as you were learning. But you were starting to get a feel for the kind of man he was, and you were honestly hopeful that maybe this curse would get lifted sometime before you died of old age. 

“Want to help me make my bed?” you asked the kid. The kid grinned up at you, bright and happy, and you melted a little. Yeah, even if you were currently 90, this wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t ideal, but you could live with this arrangement.