#so maybe I like this trope specifically because of how angsty you can make it...

[goldfades]

congrats on 6k, love!!

'Thinking back on the good times and going in a dark loop again because maybe nothing will be the same again and all due to a petty mistake of yours' / 'As you stare at the ceiling watching the fan spin, echoing your mind spinning in dark spirals, stuck as if in a loop, you realise there is nothing much you can do' with paige bueckers, please? preferably angsty, with plot (no smut) and have sad/open ended ending

have a lovely week! <3

thank you so much, baby! i hope you enjoy<3

warnings: fuckboy paige!!!! this is lowkey my favorite trope, call me crazy but the angst and toxicity makes me spin (i need therapy desperately). lots of angst (NO HAPPY ENDING!!), undefined relationship, emotional spiral, heartbreak, gaslighting (im a psych major what do we expect), no comfort, internal monologue hell

It started with the little things.

Like how Paige would always dribble the ball twice before every free throw, not one more, not one less. Or how she’d find you in the crowd during warmups even when the arena was loud and stupidly full because she said it calmed her down, like checking in with gravity. She'd smile, real small, just with her eyes, and you’d feel like you were watching the sunrise in real time.

You weren’t dating, technically but you also weren’t not. It was complicated in that very specific, slow-burning, college athlete way. Where the days blurred into practice and travel and recovery and the only constants were the ache in your legs and the way Paige’s knee would bump yours under cafeteria tables, like a little secret. You’d known her since freshman year, back when she still wore that silver chain everywhere and had that stupidly cocky smirk like she knew the future and was already bored by it.

You started actually seeing Paige the summer before junior year, back when things were easier: hazy days that smelled like sunscreen and campus gym floors, all cracked sneakers and sweat-drenched playlists. She was already a name, already moving like she had something to prove like she knew the whole world was watching and couldn’t quite decide whether to love her or wait for her to fall.

You? You were just orbiting her brilliance, trying not to burn.

It started as a summer thing.

You told yourself that a thousand times. Late-night texts turned into late-night drives and somehow you were at a park at 2AM, your legs thrown over hers on a graffitied picnic table, passing a bottle back and forth and talking about everything except what you really wanted to say. She made you laugh in the way only people with walls too high and smiles too sharp can. The kind of laughter that hurts after. You knew, even then, it wasn’t harmless.

But she kissed you one night. That changed things.

It was after an open gym scrimmage. You stayed after to ice your ankle, she stayed after because, well, you never really asked. She sat next to you on the training table and your skin was still hot from the scrimmage and the lights in the facility had already dimmed like the world was giving you permission. You said something stupid, something about how she always acted like she was untouchable, and she leaned in and kissed you mid-sentence.

Soft. Quick. Like a dare.

And from then on, it was something.

Not official, not labeled, God forbid either of you admit that. But she started coming over more. Leaving her slides by your door. Sleeping in your bed and stealing your hoodies and scrolling through your playlists like she had a right to them. You went to her games, even when you told yourself not to. She texted you good luck before every exam and called you “baby” when no one was listening. She'd kiss you slow in the back seat of her car and then pull away like it didn’t mean anything, like it was normal.

And yeah, she had a past. Everyone knew that. Paige didn’t do “simple.” She didn’t belong to anyone, at least not before you. But that summer, she told you you were the only one. She said it on the hood of your car, stargazing in a Wendy’s parking lot of all places. You’d joked about being a cliché and she just stared at you, dead serious and said, “I’m not talking to anyone else, okay? It’s just you.”

You believed her. And maybe that’s the part you can’t forgive yourself for.

Because fall came. And with it, the whispers.

At first it was subtle.

She stopped replying as fast. Said she was “busy” more often. But she still showed up to your apartment late, still fell asleep on your chest like everything was fine. You let the doubts sit quietly in the back of your throat. She was under pressure. She had media to deal with, scouts watching, expectations she never asked for. Of course she was distracted.

But then you saw the messages. You hadn’t meant to. It wasn’t snooping, not really. She’d left her phone unlocked on your counter while she was in the shower. You were getting water. And her screen lit up. A name you didn’t recognize. A heart emoji.

You shouldn’t have looked. But you did.

And what you found was a month’s worth of late-night texts. Pictures. Inside jokes. Too familiar. Too much. You couldn’t breathe.

She lied, of course. Said it was nothing. Said it was old. Said you were overreacting. You wanted to believe her. You tried to believe her. But the pit in your stomach wouldn’t go away. The way she wouldn’t meet your eyes. The way she changed the subject.

And then you saw them together.

In the locker room hallway after a game. You weren’t supposed to be there but you had a credential pass and too much hope. She didn’t see you. She was laughing — that laugh, the one she used when she was trying to charm someone. And the other girl touched her arm like it wasn’t the first time. Paige didn’t move away. Didn’t flinch.

You didn’t say anything that night. You just left.

She called. You ignored it. She texted. You read it and put your phone facedown. For a few days, she blew up your notifications. But she never said the right thing. Never apologized. Not really. Just “you’re being dramatic” and “it’s not like we ever defined it” and “you knew what this was.”

But she promised. And maybe that was your real mistake, thinking a promise from her meant something solid.

Now, it’s been three weeks.

No contact. No explanations. Just silence and old memories echoing through your head. You keep thinking about that night in the Wendy’s parking lot. About the way she looked at you like you were gravity, like maybe she was scared you were the one thing she couldn’t outrun.

You don’t know what hurts more — the betrayal or the way she’s pretending it never mattered.

The campus feels colder now, even though it’s spring. You still expect to see her walking out of practice, earbuds in, hoodie half-zipped. You still hear her voice sometimes in the hallway outside your class. And every time your phone buzzes, there’s a split second where your heart lifts, just in case it’s her.

It never is. And maybe that’s the answer right there.

Maybe it was always going to end like this. Not with a fight, not with a slammed door but with a slow unraveling that leaves you sitting in the middle of a life that still looks the same on the outside. Still your room. Still your clothes. Still your routines. But none of it fits the way it used to.

You don’t know how to explain the loss of something that never had a name.

But it feels like mourning just the same.

She showed up unannounced.

It was raining, the kind of cold spring drizzle that soaks into your sleeves and makes your skin ache. You were on the couch, barely functioning, stale coffee on the table and a blanket tangled around your knees like a half-hearted attempt at comfort. She didn’t knock like someone who was sorry, she knocked like someone who still thought she had the right.

You opened the door because part of you wanted to see if she’d look guilty. She didn’t. Her face was drawn, sure, a little tired around the edges but there was still something smug behind her eyes, something stubborn that made you want to scream.

“You’re really not gonna talk to me?” she said, brushing past you like this was her place. Like she hadn’t cracked your trust clean in half. “You just ghost me now?”

You stared at her. “Are you serious?”

She scoffed. Dropped her duffel on the floor like she planned to stay. “You’re blowing this way out of proportion. That girl, she’s nothing. We were just talking. You know how people talk to me.”

Just talking.

Like the texts. Like the way she laughed with her. Like the hand on her arm. Like the emoji-laced messages that went too far.

Like all of it meant nothing.

“You lied,” you said, your voice shaking, but not with fear, with something sharper. Anger with nowhere to land. “You told me it was just me. You looked me in the face and said that.”

“I didn’t do anything with her,” she said, folding her arms. Defensive, dismissive. “God, you’re being dramatic. You knew what this was.”

That word again. Dramatic. As if your feelings were just noise to tune out.

Something cracked inside you.

“No,” you snapped. “I knew what I thought this was. I thought it was something real. I thought maybe you weren’t just using me to feel better after games or when you didn’t want to be alone.”

She looked like you slapped her. But you didn’t feel bad. Not even a little.

You kept going. “I let you in. I let you stay and the second it got hard, the second you had to be honest, you ran.”

“Jesus, you act like I cheated on you,” she muttered.

“I act like someone who believed you!” you snapped back.

The silence that followed wasn’t heavy, it was hollow. She shifted, tried to fill it, but there was nothing left for her to grab. Not anymore.

You pointed to the door. “Get out.”

She didn’t move. “You’re really gonna do this?”

Your eyes burned, but you held them steady. “You already did.”

She left without another word.

You didn’t cry. Not at first. You just stood in the middle of your apartment, shaking, staring at the dent her bag left in the carpet. The silence after the door shut felt deafening. Her absence screamed louder than her presence ever did.

That was two days ago.

Now, you’re staring at the ceiling again. Watching the fan spin slowly in its quiet rhythm. It creaks every so often, a soft groan like it’s struggling under the weight of doing the same thing over and over and over. You know the feeling.

Your phone is upside down on the nightstand. You turned off notifications hours ago. You can’t bring yourself to turn them back on.

The room is dim, just the dull blue glow of the outside world leaking through the curtains. Your blanket is twisted around your legs again. You haven’t eaten. You haven’t slept.

As you stare at the ceiling watching the fan spin, echoing your mind spinning in dark spirals, stuck as if in a loop, you realize there is nothing much you can do.

The worst part is the doubt.

The tiny, gnawing thought that maybe you did overreact. Maybe it wasn’t a big deal. Maybe everyone talks to people like that. Maybe she didn’t mean to hurt you. Maybe you’re just too sensitive.

And just like that, you’re back there again. Thinking back on the good times and going in a dark loop again because maybe nothing will be the same again and all due to a petty mistake of yours.

You think about her laying next to you, her hair damp after a shower, her voice low and tired when she whispered, “I don’t let people in like this.”

You think about her squeezing your hand under the table when her team lost and everyone was looking to her for answers she didn’t have.

You think about the way she looked at you, sometimes, like you were the one thing she hadn’t yet figured out how to win.

It was real, wasn’t it?

You keep rerunning every second of it. Reframing, rewriting, asking yourself where you went wrong. Was it too much to ask her to be honest? Too much to expect exclusivity from someone who couldn’t even define what you were?

You tell yourself it doesn’t matter. She lied. That’s the truth. And it wasn’t petty. It wasn’t some tiny, forgettable mistake. It was a choice. A conscious, repeated choice to hide someone else from you while convincing you you were the only one.

Still, your chest aches like you’re missing a limb, like you’ve been carved out and left empty.

You replay the fight in your head over and over. Her voice, the disbelief in it. The mockery. The way she walked out like it didn’t kill her too.

You wonder if it did kill her. If she’s laying somewhere right now, in her stupid grey hoodie, staring at her own ceiling, wondering what she threw away. Or if she’s already moved on. If she’s with her. If she’s laughing again. Smiling that smile like none of it touched her. Like you didn’t touch her.

The loop keeps spinning. You can’t make it stop.

Maybe you’re the fool. For trusting her. For loving her without a net. For thinking someone like Paige Bueckers, someone so golden, so watched, so relentlessly desired, could ever just be yours.

You close your eyes and all you see is her.

That stupid chain around her neck. The lopsided grin when she beat you at Mario Kart. The way she said your name like it was a secret, like it was sacred. The way she whispered “I’m not good at this, but I’m trying” into your shoulder after her worst game of the season.

You wanted to believe her. You did believe her.

And now?

Now you’re left with silence.

You check your phone. No new texts. No calls.

You want to reach out. You don’t.

You want to scream. You don’t.

You want to stop thinking. You can’t.

The fan keeps spinning. The ceiling stays still. Time drags on without meaning.

You wonder if she’ll ever come back.

You wonder if you’ll let her in again if she does, and that scares you more than anything.

Because maybe you would. Maybe you’d let her sit on your couch again and lie to you again, and kiss you like nothing ever broke. Maybe you’d believe her all over again because the idea of letting go hurts more than staying hurt.

Maybe that’s what love really is sometimes. A quiet ache you learn to live with.

The fan spins. And you stay still. Waiting for a version of the story that doesn’t end like this.

But it never comes.

my 6k celly!

[chubbybunny25]

Hello, I hope you’re doing well :D

Recently I was thinking about the “X falls first, Y falls harder” trope with specific regard to Percy and Nico and idk in my head you’d be the best at playing around with and breathing life into it so here goes:

Nico’s confession and how he does it is still canon (in vibe, maybe not word choice), Percy ponders that confession, breaks up with Annabeth (for reasons separate to the confession), builds a friendship with Nico, falls SO hard, but Nico has been trying so hard to get over this man at this point and put so much into feeling Platonic Thingz™️ only that his response to Percy’s confessions and advances is denials and soft rejections—dodging what look like one on one dates, “I love you” R being met with “I love you” P, and, when Percy outright says “I wanna be with you” Nico is like “Ummm… no you don’t?”—but eventually Nico confronts himself and they wind up very happily together?

Yeah :)

Hello! The “X falls first, Y falls harder” trope is definitely perfect for Percy/Nico. However, as sweet as it sounds, there's also a lot of potential for drama and.. angst.

One of the things that us, percico shippers usually love to delve on is the interactions between Percy and Nico in canon (tbotl is such a percico book 😏), hence their chemistry. But also, that's the thing!—they had so much history it would definitely take time (years, maybe) to fully unpack everything and realistically get them together.

This might be longer than I'd intend it to, so I'm putting more details under the cut:

It is undeniable that Nico indeed fell first. But what makes Percy fall harder? It's time—the time that has passed since Percy knew Nico (but Percy has to reflect on that) and the time Percy would only ever have after everything is over (outside quests and saving the world). Inevitably, it's also the same time that wasn't allowed for perc*beth to have (which might be the reason why Percy and Annabeth haven't fallen hard enough for each other, but that's for another time).

Going back to what makes it angsty.. What if Nico can't wait that long? What if by the time Percy wanted to be with him, Nico had already accepted that they're not meant to like each other that way?

As for Nico's self-confrontation, ig we're taking the hoo!Nico route where Percy hasn't done enough to be his friend (which again, Percy didn't have the time). Some of the reasons why Nico would dodge Percy's advances are 1) Nico thinks Percy is just being too kind to him; 2) Nico thinks Percy is still guilty and would want to take responsibility for how Nico turned out to be; or 3) Nico enjoys their friendship too much and thinks that being "more" would destroy everything between them.

I took the "mild" route in one of my fics because I gave Nico time to go away and Percy stepped back. But with your ask, if Nico and Percy are always together, and Percy is more.. forward, I think no matter what Percy does, it wouldn't be enough to make Nico believe that Percy loves him.

Again, the waiting time here is crucial. Yet we know that patience is never Percy Jackson's strong suit. So Percy just.. snaps, either by outright kissing Nico or (adding drama here) yelling something along the lines of "I love you, Nico! Why wouldn't you believe me?" Going from here, there has to be an outside intervention (e.g. Hazel or Jason or Reyna or even Persephone if Nico runs to the Underworld)—anyone or anything that would make Nico realize that he and Percy actually can have the chance.

It ends maybe with Percy finding Nico, Percy saying "Fine, if you don't believe me, just never leave like that again. I'd take what you'll give me." And that's when Nico sees himself in Percy—that somehow cements his belief, that maybe, Percy Jackson has fallen for him, too.

Whoo.. I hope you're ready for such a ramble, because I can never stfu about them. Thanks for the wonderful ask 💀🌊

[takaraphoenix]

UNO REVERSE

Top 5 kinks and tropes and AUs for Stetopher!

ahahaha I feel like it is NOT gonna differ a lot from your own lists xDDD

Top 5 Kinks:

spankings, Stiles is such a brat, he is begging to be spanked, and yes, particularly between Chris and Stiles, I do think that it's Chris' biggest kink for Stiles, to get his hands on that ass

begging. Stiles is so stubborn and defiant, I absolutely LOVE when Chris and Peter take that boy apart and leave him so needy and raw that he's willingly begging for it

PRAISE KINK. Our underappreciated boy absolutely needs to be showered in praise

Marking. Peter loves to mark both his mates up, cover them in love-bites and hickeys (and Stiles in a collar. Tis a marking too)

Competence Kink. Nothing more fun than Chris and Peter losing higher brain function because Stiles knows how to do shit, but also Stiles going bluescreen when Chris is handling a gun

Top 5 Tropes:

Mutual Pining. It has to be in the fic. What else is even the POINT?

Established Petopher pining for Stiles together, this counts as a trope to me. It's my favorite starting point for Stetopher

Post-Nogitsune Hurt/Comfort. Does this stretch "trope"? Maybe, but h/c is a trope and this is just a TW specification of it. Though generally h/c is always good

Sick fic. Nothing better than a strong and stubborn character who is used to taking care of themselves suddenly being incapable of it and having someone else take care of them. Works for all three but for obvious reasons I prefer injured/sick Stiles being taken care of by Petopher

There's Only One Bed. A true and tried classic for a reason, put these boys into one bed. Bonus points if it's for body heat sharing reasons

Top 5 AUs:

NECKZ 'N THROATS, BABEY. How many fandoms have their own specific AUs? And I am deeply in love with this one

ABOverse. Always a good one and I am a sucker for omega!Stiles stuck between his two alphas *wiggles eyebrows*

Soulmates. Always a fave of mine, especially when you can use it to make it angsty, nothing more boring than "and they saw the other person's name and just immediately got together", naaah, there gotta be some pain or misunderstanding about that

Time Travel Fix It. I am growing more fond of the "everything went to shit and Stiles goes back in time" trope

No Hale Fire AUs. I am also growing more attached to writing these tbh, which is a surprise because I used to hate them

[grandlinedreams]

hello!! I've been reading your law works recently, and I absolutely love the way you write him- you just capture his character so well :,)

hopefully it's not too much to ask, but can you write about law/reader soulmate au? I don't have anything too specific in mind because i'm really not too good with making prompts 😔

maybe a bit angsty though? I would also prefer if it was in the canon setting, but modern au would be fine too :)

Thank you in advance!!

OH I'M A SUCKER FOR SOULMATE AUS as I've said before I think dkdjs my brain's still booting up for the day but absolutely!! Couldn't resist adding the quote I was thinking about yesterday because Law is so Kaz Brekker coded istg

[Heads up!: talk of soulmates/red string of fate, little bit of angst, fluff, the 'fell first vs fell harder' trope]

"Do you believe in soulmates?"

The question makes Law pause where he's in the middle of reading about a blood-borne pathogen, looking up and over. Splayed out over his bed with your own book in your hand, you stare back. He frowns.

"Why are you asking?"

You shrug. "It's in this book," you say, "It's talking about how there's different ways to look at it. If they're two pieces of the same soul just separated and always trying to make it back to each other, or if something called a string of fate ties them together."

Law makes a noise in the back of his throat. "That sounds ridiculous."

"So you don't believe in them?"

"No." He watches you for a moment, studying you. "Do you?"

You hum, lifting one of your hands and focusing on your pinky. You can almost see it, the neat knot of red tied around the knuckle, string that loops and weaves aimlessly through the air. If such a thing exists, you wonder where it leads, then about where you wish it would.

"No," you answer at last, "I suppose I don't."

ㅡ

If Law lets himself think about fate tying you to him with red string, it's far less romantic. But there must be something that keeps you in his orbit, silent pull to bind you to him.

It scares him. Scares him for how badly he wants to let you in, expose soft underbelly and trust you won't sink your teeth in and rip it all apart.

The push and pull is how he copes with it even though he knows it's unfair to you ㅡ taunts you with what could be, then pushes you away. Open and shut, over and over.

You're tired of it, he knows that. So he apologizes, not sure what exactly he's sorry for. Sorry that he only knows how to take and less how to give, that he only knows how to lose.

You understand that. He knows, you've told him before. But even you have your limits. "I will have you without armor, Law," you tell him, "or I will not have you at all."

He knows it isn't fair to you. But he wishes things were different, that he were different ㅡ and that when he lets himself think about that red string, it wasn't wrapped around your throat.

ㅡ

Law's emotions are a house of cards and his defenses a glass house ㅡ and all it takes for both to crumble is, of course, almost losing you.

It's through no fault of his own, but he still feels sick as he dabs at the blood threatening to drip down into your eye.

"What you did was beyond reckless," he scolds sharply, wraps soft worry in barbed wire, "if you'd stuck to the damn plan, you wouldn't have gotten hurt."

"Sometimes you have to improvise." He gets the feeling you're not just talking about the situation at hand, but he doesn't care to analyze it at the moment.

"Whatever. You sound like that idiot Strawhat." He wants to keep scolding you, hammer home just how dumb you've been ㅡ but you're watching him, and the thin rubberband of his patience snaps.

The kiss is far from gentle. It's messy and clumsy, tastes a little like blood and gunpowder, but that hardly matters when you're kissing him back with the same kind of desperation.

ㅡ

Law doesn't put much weight in the idea of soulmates. It's a romantic connection at best and baseless for proof at worst, straddling somewhere in the middle.

But he supposes he does like the idea that you've always been meant for him, and he for you ㅡ that orbit gets easier to accept when he puts it that way. Or perhaps the atoms that make the two of you up have simply existed together for long enough in the grand scheme of things to echo through, even now.

You laugh when he tells you that, reaching to tug at a lock of his unruly hair. "Putting a scientific spin on it takes the romance out of it, Law."

His eyes flick to your lips and back. "Does it matter?"

Your expression turns thoughtful. "No, I suppose it doesn't." If you want to say more, Law doesn't know because he leans in to kiss you.

Be that you're a soul split in half trying to reunite or truly woven together by a thin red string, Law doesn't know.

What he does know is that you're in his bed, kissing him back, and that's all that matters.

[notnights]

This is gonna be long because im an overthinker AND an overtalker- sorry in advance 😭

alright so i found out you wrote a fic for Ribbuns and immediately went off to check it out, and the tags actually scared me cause my taste for ribbun fics is smthn cute and fluffy- bc they get enough hate as it is, i didnt want them to hate eachother as well lol. Idk, the tags made it seem as if there wouldnt have been a happy ending where they both end up liking eachother.

BUT once I read it!! yes it started off negative, Gangle hating him and the overall relationship theme being kinda toxic (its probably tame but im not mentally strong for this ok) although its deserved since, you know, Jax. No hate to him or anything, the fic says it all lmao

but the way you write them-- it made me open my eyes to this type of relationship between them, particularly on how Gangle had- what, a power trip?- in this relationship, treating Jax badly but him still loving her. Woke smthn up in me frfr; ESPECIALLY THIS (along with more scenes but i esp like the power Gangle is shown to have here over him):

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He shuts up when she says his name though. Nothing more, just a clear command to stop and a quick glance up to his face. Will question why that tickles her brain later.(Acetate Tears, Chapter 1)

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this made me fall in love (as well as understand the trope more) for power trips in toxic love.

Almost made me change teams, to look for angsty toxic ribbun content despite my mentality, until:

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Jax leans into her, pounces. Gives her silly wet kisses. She gives a squeaky scream. Weakly attempts to push him away from her, despite knowing she deserves this. Well maybe not this specifically , but some form of punishment. (same source)

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THIS made me giggle and kick my feet in glee, reminding me of my love for soft kisses in fics

TLDR; your fic is honestly one of the best Ribbun fics ive read so far (im still digging through the tags!! I'm desperate for more!!) and it also awoken smthn in me that i tried to ignore hehe.

I LOVE your perception on their relationship, their behaviours, mindset, everything! Here's to hoping you'll write more ribbun, but its ok if u dont!! 🐰🎀

(im not good with words, but i hope my love for your fic is shared thru this jumble of words lol. I also hope episode 4 gives more depth to Ribbun's relationship that can bring more supporters instead of hate, since its gonna be focused on Gangle🤲)

((OH and im sharing my thoughts here instead of ao3 bc i'm super duper shy for no reason -carbon footprint scares me- and somehow tumblr asks in anon mode isnt as scary. Again, srry im saying so much 💀You dont hv to answer this since its long and not rlly an ask lmao))

Aw hey this is sweet thank you! You're all good, I am also an overthinker and overtalker (if that hasn't been apparent by the way I answer asks already) so I get it!

the tags actually scared me... Idk, the tags made it seem as if there wouldnt have been a happy ending where they both end up liking eachother.

Hey that's alright! That's what the tags are for to make sure this is something a potential reader can handle or get prepare for! The unfortunate thing is I obviously don't want to give away too much with them such as the happy ending, so I totally understand if it wards some people off. Respect for those who know their limits!

I also wanted to leave the ending a bit ambiguous as to if they truly ended up together or not. And depending on what you're hoping for with the story might not be the happy ending [Ganlge voice] you were hoping for.

particularly on how Gangle had- what, a power trip?- in this relationship, treating Jax badly but him still loving her.

One of my favorite things in stories about relationships is that one brings out something in the other they didn't know they needed to let out. Helps balance themselves out. Jax lets Gangle let out more than just "sadness" he lets her find out she's more than a pity party, she has anger to release and resentment to express (among other emotions). She has more than two emotions.

And while this is primarily a comment on Gangle, (this ain't about Jax right now...) Gangle lets Jax find out he's someone capable of relinquishing and receiving of love (the thing about him hating the idea of them having a "happily ever after.")

THIS made me giggle and kick my feet in glee, reminding me of my love for soft kisses in fics

Glad to hear it! I do really like Jax and Gangle being cute. But I like it more when it's after all the hard stuff. One of those well earned things. A cold glass of lemonade after mowing the grass. Eating something salty before eating something sweet and it makes it taste even sweeter!

A lot of folks make cute Jax and Gangle content that it makes me forget I don't make enough of it. Those of y'all who make cute stuff balance out whatever the hell I'm doing over here! So thanks for that.

All these things are very kind of you to say also! Thank you! It means a lot that you came to say them even though you were so shy!

Good luck with your searching! I hope you find more that you enjoy.

And yess I'm very excited for the Gangle episode either if it has some interaction between them or not. Because while I ship them and they're my two favorite characters, as my boyfriend describes "you just like Jax as an accessory to Gangle." Oops! Here's two hoping that sticker set implies there is some more meaningful interaction between them there.

[fatuismooches]

SLIDES SHADES ON, KICKS DOOR DOWN AND FALL ONTO YOUR FLOOR, GUESS WHOS BACKKK!;!!;

🌕💗!!!!

BUT AHHHHHFHDH LATIN DOTTORE STILL MAKJNG ME LOSE MY SHIT

and so many of the other posts that i was binginf just now too oh em GEEEEEEE, specifically fragile/coma reader comjng back to sumeru and all that AHHFHEHHHH

ANF ALSO I CANT BELIEVE U REMEMBERED ABT MT EXAMS AND STUFF 😭💗 i got my results recently!! A* EEEKFK back on the grind tho unfortunately

also rlly rlly thinking bout dottore randomly giving fragile reader academic/research-y things to do cus he knows they crave and miss the days where they could get on wit their stuff YKKK??

also omg sometimes i’m scared to like send any kind of brainrot in cus what if someone else has said a similar thing AND AHHDHH

but yea also thinkjng bout tutor zandik + akademiya reader MNNNFFNF

ALSO ZANDIK X POET READER i feel like zandik from like the akademiya days wojld be all poetry’s stupid 🫤 but like one day findinf readers lil poetry notebook whilst tryna find his own research in their dorm and flipping through and finding it littered with references to cerulean blue locks and vermillion irises..and maybe just maybe, poetry isn’t so bad after all

smooches i’ve missed bombarding ur inbox

SMOOCHESSSS :( <33333

🌕 ANONNNN AHHH IVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!! I'm so glad you've been doing well, congrats on your exams!! I'm glad your hard work paid off, such a scholar 😍 But you better not overwork yourself that hard again! ALSO. DON'T BE AFRAID TO SEND ANYTHING IN!! I LOVE!! hearing what you have to say okay?? Ily 🌕 anon!! PLEASE BOMBARD MY INBOX. I LOVE IT.

HAHAHA it seems like a ton of Dottore brainrot has been infiltrating your brain huh 😅 Dottie speaking Latin really revolutionized ours brains hngg bUT WAIT I LOVE YOUR IDEA. THAT'S SO CUTE. Oh my gosh newdndow how do I phrase this. He knows you still have a love of knowledge and other things you used to be so into :( But nowadays it's died down since you don't think you're cut out for that stuff anymore, even though you miss it. Dottore being the one who respects and acknowledges your intelligence the most would not let you think that way! He'll let you indulge in as much knowledge as you want to. It's far better here anyway, with no restrictions. He'll even let you sit on his lap while you flip through his notes and try to analyze them. Okay and bear with me, this sounds strange but he would make up fake scenarios/brain teasers for you, and these would be PAGES long and you'd have to figure out the answer and report back to him 😭

Also made me think of this angsty af scenario of the day you officially got kicked out from the Akademiya... The sages and profs were so unsympathetic with your condition despite multiple proofs and notes of it being real... no matter how much you begged and sobbed, they refused to accommodate you and revoked your position in the school. Yes, it could be absolutely freaking brutal in there with the workload of assignments and all, on top of your illness too, but you still had dreams. Dreams that you were working so, so hard to pursue... you were trying your best, why couldn't they work with you? You go back to your room to try and pack since they want you out but your stuff just ends up strewn on the floor while you cry. When Zandik comes back you don't even bother hiding your tears or the reason behind them. You can see he's absolutely furious and about to let pure foulness leave his mouth but you interrupt him with a few simple words - "Zandik, just hold me, please." You don't want to hear any words at this moment, because you know nothing will be alright, but at least his touch grounds whatever is left of you to this world.

Okay moving on... Nah I need tutor Zandik. If he saw my dumb ahh while doing math... gone 😭 HEHE I love this trope... i can imagine initially being very serious about trying to learn. But then their tutor is this cutie? Welp, all of that going down the drain. Though, I think it would be pretty sweet if reader ends up learning anyway. Because the professor's way of teaching is so outdated or simply doesn't work for you but somehow when Zandik explains it you're like ?? oh! That's so much simpler! Another possibility - reader purposely flunking so they can get assigned to Zandik for tutoring 🤭 Bro would be flabbergasted that you're wasting both his and your time... because you thought he was... c-cute? Disgusting.

YEAAAA I ADORE DOT AND POET READER I THINK IT'S SOOO ROMANTIC 😭❤️ lmao yea that man would think poetry/non-academic writing is sooo boring like why would you even waste your time on that 😒 You gave up LONG ago trying to convince him why you love it so much but all of a sudden he becomes a teensy more receptive to it... i wonder why? Totally not because he freaking read every single one of your poems, from the serious to silly ones, most definitely not because he found one named after him with a bunch of sweet references... he doesn't care but they were not that bad... he guesses.

[aubreelikescats]

🍉🍇- for the ask game ^^

🍉 - I like longer, multi chaptered fics.

I HAVE to have it multi chaptered (unless it’s a really short oneshot), because to me the chapters help organize it? Especially when I write more than one POV. I like to alternate chapters so that every chapter is a different POV and you get to see both sides of the characters, but it doesn’t just randomly switch and there’s consistency. I like writing medium-long works mostly just because I have a bunch of ideas that MUST be included.

🍇 - there’s three.

1: Invader Zim - Episode: Mopiness of Doom - while I know it’s not an “official episode” I feel like there is a lot more they could have done with that for future episodes and- I just- it’s so cute? Especially since ZADF is one of my favorite IZ pairings. I LOVE the thought that they need eachother to feel motivated, whether it’s in an enemy way, friendship way, or lover way. I feel like that episode is also great for literally any dib/zim dynamic as well, and i would love to write about it a million times over.

2. Invader Zim - Episode: TAK: The Hideous New Girl - I’m pretty sure the entire IZ community can agree we DID NOT SEE ENOUGH OF TAK. I want to just write about the entire episode in general, why did Tak come, her history on Irk, her relationship with Zim, EVERYTHINGGG. They could have done so much with her character. I actually plan on starting a fic about her once I reach a certain point in my current one.

3. Hilda - Episode: The Fairymound, Episode: The Fairy Isle - the reason I’m putting these two together is because the Fairymound provides all of the background info for The Fairy Isle. I want to expand so much on how the Fairymound works and how Hilda got it the Fairy Isle. I also want to write about Joanna’s parents life as children because it was SO CUTE, as well as Joanna’s childhood because it was genuinely so sad and I LOVE writing angsty stuff.

(question list under cut)

🍉 Do you prefer to write short fics or long fics? Multichaptered works or single ones? Why?

🍓 What’s a fic you’ve written you feel is underrated?

🍎 Is there anything you straight-up won’t write?

🍒 What’s your favorite character dynamic to write? (Can be romantic or platonic, specific or general!)

🍊 Who’s a character you don’t write for that often, but keep meaning to write for more? (They’re so interesting! But maybe you have trouble pinning them down, or keep getting distracted by another blorbo…)

🍑 If you could make a connection between your favorite character and another work you care about (whether a crossover/fusion or a wonderfully “pretentious” literary reference) what would it be? How would it work?

🥭 Rank from most enjoyable/fun to write to least: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Crack.

🍍 What kind of AUs do you like? Are there any AUs you hate or just generally have beef with?

🍋 What’s your favorite spicier trope to write?

🍌 In your opinion, what’s the funniest joke/reference/pun you’ve made in a fic?

🍏 Is there something you overuse, whether it’s a certain phrase, trope, or piece of punctuation?

🥝 What’s your favorite trope/AO3 tag to write?

🍐 Is there anything in canon that you absolutely hate and love to fix in fics? A wrong choice made, a fuck-up in characterization, a misunderstanding never cleared up, a conversation never shown onscreen, etc…

🍈 Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics? Free pass to rant about blorbo opinions.

🫐 What’s your favorite underrated thing in your fandom? (A ship that only you seem to write for, a character there’s almost no fics about, a trope that criminally hasn’t been written yet, etc.)

🍇 Is there a particular scene/episode/book/etc that you want to just write a million fics about, over and over? Which one?

[true-blue-sonic]

hi! for the ask game: t and d for run to you?

Hello!🍀

T: Any fandom tropes you can't stand?

Oof, I'm thinking really hard about this one, but I'm not sure what constitutes fandom tropes specifically, haha! There's certainly tropes that I dislike, such as miscommunications in situations that are treated entirely seriously (as in, A mishears something from B and immediately blows their top and accuses B of everything and says the friendship is over and then runs off, where just taking like two seconds to listen could have cleared up everything; miscommunications like that). Maybe for something more fandom-specific: when fans vilify one character in order to prop up another or a ship, when the character when IC would never act like that? And I also think angst is something that can be overdone quite easily, though I can see why people think the backstories that I think of for characters like Silver or Gold might be kinda angsty as well, haha. So I probably shouldn't say too much about that topic specifically!

D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?

In another ask I stated that I rarely make playlists for fics and if I do, I never use them.... BUT here Run To You is, with a Sonilver playlist that I regularly listen to XD It's songs I recently found, so I've not yet grown tired of them, haha! But the title of Run To You is based on the song with that exact title, by Summer Was Fun; I was doing the dishes while listening to it the first time, and I got blasted with the idea this could work for a title. And that's how things went! :>

There's only 12 songs in there now (probably because I don't use playlists a lot for these purposes), and a lot of them are based mostly on vibes because I listened to them while imagining something for the fic (for example, The Only Way Is Up was a song I listened to a lot while mentally designing Silver's city, so it reminds me of that most), but this is what the playlist contains!

[poolnoodling]

Fanfic Writer Interview

Thank you @detta-pica for the tag!!! this is a perfect way to jump back into fandom after a bit of a break :) super duper flattered you'd think of me, thank you.

How many works do you have on AO3?

only the two! after my debut this august. i hope for there to be maaaannny more in 2025 :)

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

as i only have two posted works the order of kudos is:

nightcalls - JJK, satosugu, 8.4k words

unsurprising this is the higher of the two as this fic is porny and you guys are dogssss LOL i love it. i actually don't remember writing this fic because the conception-to-posting timeline was such a weird and short blur and i was down with a summer cold.

i'll often have an idea of a scene and branch off from that - with this one, i think i just liked the idea of a teeny forbidden meeting in the dark, specifically the climbing through the window. i don't remember when or how it turned abo but i surprised myself as i'm VERY particular with the trope! but i love how it turned out and you guys did too :') writing ST's POV was also particularly enjoyable for me.

2. my sea is blue (my sea is you) - JJK, satosugu, 10.9k words

my baby. my fondness for this fic has really grown since posting. and your comments are just - fuckkkk. still makes my day. i'm proud of myself for this once, but particularly i like the pacing, the chronology, and how i blended different tropes - it feels an easy story to me, and gentle, and warm, and deserved.

i sort of wrote this fic specifically for ao3 - i started with the idea of sharing a bed (classic) and thought fuck. ok. just write something and POST it. forget all the untouched WIPs (some of which i have had for YEARS) and just POST something finally. i just wanted to gauge what kind of response i'd get, if any, and more importantly how i'd feel about having my work out there in the open. it really was a springboard for me and it totally paid off <3

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

YES! every single one. i am so grateful when someone takes the time to tell me they liked my work because they literally don't need to, at ALL, but they DO, and i want to let them know i'm thankful for that. comments mean so much to me, and the interactions in the comment sections are my favourite of all - especially discussions!!

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

unposted and incomplete but probably the 3 part stsg canon fic i'm cooking, which figures. i'll likely leave the ending angsty/ambiguous - not even a spoiler, it's just that i wouldn't even attempt an all-round happy ending for HI arc because really, the tragedy is too irredeemable for me to work that particular miracle lmao

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

probably MSIB - definitely leaves you with the warm fuzzies

Do you write crossovers?

i wouldn't necessarily write a crossover where i'm blending characters from multiple fictional universes - that's maybe a stretch too far for my brain to infer those dynamics/interactions. BUT i have definitely written characters from one fandom into the fictional universe of another - so aus yes but specifically established fandom x established fandom instead of regular non-canon themes. for eg i have about 10k of a STSG walking dead au in my drafts (based from a very sophisticated end-to-end storyboard i scrawled in the back of my notebook during a 3 hour finance meeting - cooking on the clock is fkn hilarious)

i also have scrappy pieces here and there where i've mashed whatever nerdy obsessions i've got going on into whatever ship i'm fawning over - dig hard enough in my drafts and you'll find a 50k BTS/skyrim/demon slayer draft from lockdown LMAO

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

no! not yet LOL. and tbh i'd reject that kind of shit PRONTO. it's never made sense to me why someone would leave hate on someone else's brainchild when they can just....... exit the tab

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

fuk yea brother. intercourse is boring for me and difficult to write so i'd probably say i focus heavy on foreplay/build up, especially first times!!! i've actually stalled at multiple WIPs because i got to the intercourse part and lost all braincells.

literary wise, i like to write smut more towards the """poetic""" end of the spectrum rather than the more literal, action-by-action portrayal (though there's definitely a space and time for this too) - but really this is just a conscious cheat because i find smut generally pretty hard to write.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i absolutely doubt it!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

no but would be completely open to this :)

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

ah. no. and i'd genuinely love to because there are some fkn amazing authors out there who i genuinely really admire, and whose ideas and techniques i think would blend so good with my own. HOWEVER i'd be the worst to collab with, and this is purely down to time and scheduling. i write fic on stolen time and as a result tend to take ages to produce something whole - if i ever found myself with a more open schedule i'd certainly be up for it, but don't see this happening sadly :(

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

such a hard question?! i don't actually HAVE that many ships but should probably say stsg because fuckkkk the tropes. the tropes you guys. there's just so much that's tasty about it. i won't get into it here but literally what is not to love?!? OTHER than this i'm a huge fan of televised media's most canon gay ships aka hannigram and stucky i'm a simple woman with simple pleasures what can i say

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

oh man. there could be quite a lot, but for fandoms other than stsg.

stsg-wise, there's the walking dead au i mentioned which could've reaaaally popped off but it would've been a behemoth of a thing that required time i don't have, PLUS i fell off TWD train as quickly as i got on it so the interest isn't necessarily there anymore. plot cooked though

What are your writing strengths?

i like this question. personally i think i excel with characterisation when i want to, and especially when it comes to dialogue. i genuinely find it so fun extrapolating from source material in terms of characters/personalities, really getting in their shoes, inferring their reactions, their speech, their psyches. i'm good at writing banter, and bickering, and teenhood, those sorts of back-and-forths, and i'd like to say there's realism in my interactions too, or at least i've been told this. i'd say writing angst is a strength of mine, though i haven't exactly released any yet, so this remains to be seen....

i also like my metaphors (maybe a bit too much), my silly flowery language, i like making writing PRETTY because i'm a shallow woman who struggles to exercise creativity when it comes to plot!

What are your writing weaknesses?

i've always said that i have difficulties with pacing. a lot of my WIPs are stalled because i struggle with scene length, the application of "filler" scenes, time passage, keeping it exciting... i usually get there in the end, but it's pacing i have to pay extra attention to, work on the hardest, and would probably appreciate feedback on the most if i ever showed my work to a beta reader.

then WORLDBUILDING. this is specific to aus. i could never truly enter the world of fantasy unless borrowing from an existing universe in an au type thing, which i have done before! but don't ask me to INVENT - i just don't have the brain for it! i'm not hugely plot orientated - and when i do have good ideas, they usually stay as that.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i'm a typical useless brit and know no other languages so would probably leave this alone for fear of totally butchering something and offending. there is absolutely a place for this - i just wouldn't trust myself to execute it. there are so many ways to convey a character talking in a different language without running the risk of inserting a shitty google translation which i'd no doubt end up doing

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

hmmm. honestly i think exploring nanami x haibara would give me so much room to drag my readers into an absolute pit of delicious pining and angst so probably that! i'd like to do this actually. opens notes app

this is really making me think.... probably CSM i could see myself venturing into. lots of fun and fucked up dynamics to play around with there. aki-centric i think.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

i have 30k of a canon hannigram fic sitting in my drafts that is completely shapeless and TOTALLY unfinished but fuck did i cooooook. idk what it is about hannigram that turns me into a poet but i fkn ate and it will likely NEVER see the light of day but it's probably what i'm most proud of, or what i enjoy going back and reading the most :) maybe i'll shape it up one day, we'll see.

thanks again for the tag! this was fun. as you can see i can fuckin yap for england given half the chance

i'm tagging @ihavethegrimoire and anyone who sees this and fancies having a go!! <3 <3

[nyoomerr]

2, 8, 11, 16 and 23 for the fandom ask!!!

2. a headcanon you weren't sure about at first but have come to like!

ahhjhg honestly i'm pretty picky about headcanons, i sat here for like five minutes trying to think of one i ever changed my mind about... i either like it right away or i don't ever like it 😂 but one of my favorite headcanons is the classic 'chronic illness sy' one - it lines up very nicely with his general non-reactions to massive pain and crippling injuries

8. you hope more people will come to appreciate _ (a ship, a trope, an episode, etc)

bingwife my beloved…. a lot of people tend to conflate bingwife with bottom bing, and although i don't want to ever go near top/bottom discourse w a ten foot pole, it does make me sad that people who are very against bottom bing end up usually disregarding bingwife, too ;A;

look into your heart... imagine it... picture binghe making dinner like always, except this time sqq is tired and he isn't thinking, and when binghe sets the table sqq says "thank you, wife" - imagine it!! can't you see in your heart the way binghe would light up!! it's been his dream since he was a disciple to be shizun's kept wife!!! wives can still top if that's your preference!!

11. if you're a writer or artist, what fic or piece of art are you proud of making?

i try to be proud of all the stuff i make - even if i’m unhappy with it in the moment i finish it, usually if i just give it some space then i can come back in the future and appreciate the work i did on it. but specifically.... hm, i think that 'take me home, bury me there' is the fic i was proudest of at the time of posting! idk what i'm most proud of now tho 🙈

16. a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate

we talk about how devastating bingge's "come with me" line is but y'know what's equally as heartbreaking? lqg's "i'm right here" line....

23. the fandom you're curious about because of a mutual

i’m always a bit curious of 2ha since so many svsss fans love it, but every time i think about picking it up i end up chickening out since it seems so intense and angsty... maybe when the eng TL is complete i can give it a try!

[kalolasfantasyworld]

🥝🍑🍇

For your fruit ask please? If you’re still taking them. Thank you!! 💖💖

Thank you for your ask Acacia 💕 I can totally answer ^^

I wasn't sure about some, but I tried my best.

🥝 What’s your favorite trope/AO3 tag to write?

Probably enemies to lovers. Nozelena had a tiny bit of that and Klance, also have those vibes.

As for tropes I really love, had many ideas for, but haven’t written yet are all soulmate tropes. I say it a lot that they’re one of my favourites.

🍑 If you could make a connection between your favorite character and another work you care about (whether a crossover/fusion or a wonderfully “pretentious” literary reference) what would it be? How would it work? 

Well so I already talked about the PR AU, because I totally see the BC characters in it. (Hopefully we’ll post the second chapter soon ^^). Asta and Yuno being in the same jeager, Fuego and noel as well.

🍇 Is there a particular scene/episode/book/etc that you want to just write a million fics about, over and over? Which one?

I think that I would like to write millions fics in the soulmate AU trope used in The Marks we Make, where a person writes or draws something on their skin and it appears on their soulmates’ skin in the same spot and opens a bit of a soul connection. Watch me write something for this trope in the future. I actually have an idea (for this and couple other soulmate tropes), but I have too many open WIPs. 

Overall I love the tropes that @wittyy-name chose in their fanfics. I am a big fan of their work and their fics continue to be one of the best ones I've ever read 💕

However a specific scene… maybe what if’s for the Silva family if fight with Kivin went the wrong way, but multiple versions, for example one where one of the siblings dies or something. Pretty angsty, but I can’t really come up with anything better for now.

[summer-oil]

Gulps…, hellohi.. confession I’ve been daydreaming about angst recently and that cult leader Geto drabble u wrote only made me think about it even more… <///333 ignore that I’m a little bit obsessed with the mentally ill/traumatised reader + stsg trope but… can u really blame me ☹️ they would be so good and I think they would be the best comfort u could possible have :((

Ok but. more specifically reader with a rough childhood (a lil like sugu.. he def has some sort of daddy/mommy issues i will die on that hill) or some sort of abandonment/trust issues that has a habit of self sabotaging or intentionally distancing themselves. More specifically maybe grown up stsg where they’re a little more mature and have more of a grasp on how to help you better.. maybe reader has a nightmare or something, goes out for a smoke on the balcony etc etc.. sugu meets them out there n. They just have a good old fashioned talk like :( just being honest and vulnerable because it’s late and u just need a hug most of all :(( def ends with him carrying reader back to bed n playing with ur hair until you fall back asleep GODDDD KILL ME NOW ☹️☹️ moments of tenderness/vulnerability are my absolutely favourite thing in writing/shows/etc ESPECIALLY when it’s from characters that usually don’t display those sort of feelings because you just know it means there’s such a strong bond between them…. Can u hear my heart breaking

^^ either this one or reader with trust issues that’s a little cat-like personality wise (which I think fits so beautifully because stsg are the most wolf coded boys ever) who’s fully convinced they’re better off on their own, they don’t need friends or people to rely on. Until they meet stsg!!!!! Because suddenly there are two irritatingly charming losers following you around and worming their way into your heart and you just. Physically cannot bring yourself to deny them, even if it’s a little scary allowing people in. And god i think it would make them feel SO special once you started warming up to them. Allowing satoru to greet you with hugs or pinch ur cheeks… letting sugu baby you a little…… (distant screaming)

THIS HAS BEEN ANOTHER YAP SESSION BY ME ^_^ it’s literally so late at night rn I don’t know why these ideas always come to me just as I’m about to sleep ffs ☹️ N E WAYYYSSSS im looking forward to that satoru fic/drabble thing u were talking about :3 a mix of scared and excited ngl I feel like I gotta prepare myself incase it’s angsty….. but WHAT HAVE U BEEN UP TO?? It’s literally just been grey n windy where I am so I hope ur getting better weather where u are 😞😞 I HOPE U HAVE BEEN HAVING FUN N TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF!!

(Also irrelevant but I was just about to add a silly image to finish and I stumbled across this image of satoru and I’m laughing my ass of why is he so lanky?????? I could NOT be his friend I would just make fun of him for being built like a fucking STICKBUG 😭😭😭 LOOK AT THE RESEMBLANCE)

(Yes I made the second image myself what do you think of my artistic talent ^_^ ignore the flag)

HELLO HI MY DEAREST OLLIE i am gulping right with you ……… this made me so insane 😔😔

i’ve said it before n i’ll say it again . ariollie STAYS synced up i’m convinced we share a brain……. your scenarios always make me feel so ill (affectionate) and this scenario just means sm to me :((( they really would be the best!!! a reader like that would be treated so tenderly and with sm understanding…. especially since suguru and satoru had rough upbringings too!! (not canon for sugu maybe but i agree w you 100% ollie i literally can’t see his childhood being anything but messed up…. he def has both mommy and daddy issues i know my own kind 🙏🙏)

aaaaa just!!! yeah. reader isolating themselves when they feel down and overwhelmed and being taken care of so effortlessly… stsg just wouldn’t let you face your struggles alone. you’re a team!!! and yeah grown up stsg would for sure be the best at this. i think that as teens they won’t know exactly how to help/might be a little overwhelming….. but as adults they’re more mature and grounded and have a better understanding of your struggles and their own!!! goshhhhh the balcony scene 😔😔😔 ollie do you want my heart to shatter (also what if i told you that exact scenario has popped up in my head multiple times we’re so linked) suguru would just be so vulnerable and patient and caring :(((( our papa bear…. carries you to bed and lulls you to sleep. for sure makes you a warm cup of tea too… sighhh i need him i fear 💔💔

AND AND ANDDDD a catlike reader 😵‍💫😵‍💫 one of my personal favs. independent and a little distant….. used to being on their own……. very picky with who they allow close. it’s just PERFECT for stsg (WOLFCODED BOYS SO TRUEEE)… ollie the way you describe it all makes me feel ILLLL they really would feel so honoured 😭😭😭 cue satoru melting into a puddle when you finally wrap your arms around him….. suguru literally grinning like an idiot (he’s trying DESPERATELY not to but it’s impossible) when you shyly ask him for affection. yeahhhh their hearts would explode i think

ANOTHER BANGER YAP SESSION FROM OLLIEEE i look forward to them sm yknow!!! i can always trust you to have the tastiest stsg scenarios ready to go 🙏🙏🙏 i’m a lil late to this BUT i hope you had a cozy sleep my friend <3 AND WAHH i’m so glad you’re excited for bfb!satoru!!!! i’m gonna try to get it out by next weekend…… i promise not to make it angsty hehe it’s just a lil bittersweet!!! a tiny bit!!!! (depends on how you feel abt the unrequited love trope though 😭😭) IT’S GRAY N WINDY HERE TOO i’m hoping for more sunlight soon………. and i’m doing well hehe i’ve been playing a bunch of pj sekai + watching my favorite streamer play zero escape >:33 WHAT ABT UUU OLLIE what have you been up to?? good things i hope!!! pls remember to rest up and take care of yourself as well <333 it’s what stsg would’ve wanted!!!

(also PHDKDVDJDJYFU NOT THE SATORU SLANDER?????? 😭😭😭 LEAVE MY STICKBUG ALONE???????? i snorted so loud thank you for the free art it’s beautiful <333 i’m gna print it and hang it on my wall.)

[griseldabanks]

Legacy:

The Actual Worst: I'm actually planning to scale back on how much of The Actual Worst she is in the second draft. See, a few years ago, I read an article criticizing the way female characters in fantasy are often either put up on a pedestal as pure and perfect, or they're evil seductresses. I'm sure we can all think of counterexamples of female characters who don't fit either of those boxes, but when I looked back on this story, I realized that the two female human characters I have fit those stereotypes exactly. Legacy was supposed to turn Shard's head, he'd develop a crush on her, then she would show her true colors and try to win him over to her side by seducing him. It was a reaction against a trope I kept seeing in stories, where the main character falls for the obviously manipulative girl and ends up suffering for it - but in my story, he was going to see right through her and not fall for her wiles. Now, due to various changes, it's not going to play out like that (no more seducing at all). I want Legacy to be a more sympathetic character, so you can understand why she takes the stance she does, even if you don't agree with her methods or even her goals. But...she's still kind of the worst, because she's A-okay with killing innocent civilians when they stand in her way.

Vital to the plot: Legacy becomes the main antagonist of the story, at least in the last quarter or so once you figure out what her deal is. She's the one who forces the issue and draws the metaphorical line in the sand that splits the Ambassadors into opposing teams for the final battle.

Could be the protagonist of her own story: Especially now that I'm reworking her character, I really do want her to feel like she could be the protagonist of a very different story. She's got the angsty backstory, she becomes a leader who has to make difficult choices.... She would be more of a "doomed by the narrative" kind of protagonist, but it would still make for an interesting story.

Very good-looking: It's a little embarrassing to admit, but the initial seed of her character was "the most beautiful woman Shard has ever seen" ^^' She's got long, silky black hair, and her complexion is darker than Shard is used to seeing because she comes from a different region than him. She has this effortless, almost unconscious beauty and grace that you would expect from a princess.

Free space: I'm still ruminating on the specific details of Legacy's backstory, and one of the questions I have to ask is how much variety I want there to be in terms of society in the human lands. I know I want Legacy to have an abusive upbringing, to make her want to run away and forsake everything she once knew when she meets her dragon. My first impulse was to have her be born a slave - but do I want there to be slavery in this world? Shard comes from a region where slavery is unheard of, but perhaps there would be slavery where Legacy is from. Or maybe it would be simpler if I just had her be a servant to some noble who treats his servants badly.

[youareiron-andyouarestrong]

Rebelcaptain Secret Santa Anon back for another week!!!

Love that you listed the cast some light verse as one of your smutty faves! It's one of my fave series too. (I don't think I'll reach those heights, but I'll do my best! I have a habit of building up to smut and then cutting away from it or joking my way out of it but I'm really trying this time bc the fic deserves it!)

This week's question is an offer to do some self-promo. I've read your works over the years, but if someone was brand new to you as an author, what fics would you choose introduce yourself to them? A personal, touching favorite? A specific beloved trope? Non-Rebelcaptain fics are totally encouraged as well...but this is an exchange for them so maybe at least one lol.

Hope you're having a lovely November and have a happy thanksgiving if you celebrate! If I could e-gift you baked goods, I would. (Sorry if this sent twice, Tumblr did a weird, you can just answer one.)

Wow, what a great question! I'm very bad at self-promo, but I'll do my best

undoubtedly, my longest, most involved work is my rebelcaptain magic/wizarding au, iron, salt, earth, that I co-write with @shewhoisneondaisies. it's so full of our headcanons and ideas about magic that it's become very much a part of me. so if you want super involved worldbuilding (a personal favorite of mine), that's the one to read

my contribution to the 2020 rebelcaptain secret santa exchange, wherever you stray i'll follow (anywhere else is hollow) originally was an epistolary piece, because I love an obscure conceit, but I love how it turned out; writing modern!, married!rebelcaptain was a source of great comfort and joy to me, during a difficult holiday season

finally, my most recent rash of rebelcaptain snippets that several lovely anons and mutuals have sent to me (two prompts found here and here) are near and dear to me, because I'm always struggling to keep it exactly that--a snippet! but two of these have lines I'm very proud of, so here they go

anyone who follows me knows my latest hyperfixation is Lockwood & Co, my current project is my Norrie wakes up au, passed down like folksongs, the love lasts so long, of which I am very proud! (you will also notice a repeated pattern, the use of Taylor Swift lyrics as titles.) if you like found family feels and sweet established relationships, this is the fic for you (until I make it angsty, that is)

[stellocchia]

Sooo, remember this: Platonic Soulmates AU? Yeah... I actually wrote something for Bee Duo based on it because I was feeling like it. 

It’s pretty short and kinda different from my usual writing style, but it was fun!

                                     Dissonant Melody

Tubbo and Ranboo have the perfect life. They have their big mansion, multiple houses, a son, more riches than anyone else on the server, and, most importantly, they have each other. They’re both seventeen and they already found their soulmate. Not only that, but they are both alive and their bond is as strong as can be with emotions flowing freely through it.

They’re lucky, they know they are.

They’re lucky, luckier than most, so they can never say otherwise.

They’re lucky, but why doesn’t it feel like it?

Why has the mansion stayed empty since it got built? Why are they still living so far apart, pretending that the distance will hide their distress from the other?

Tubbo lost a nuke a while ago. Tubbo lost his best friend not long before that. Tubbo lost so much and yet he hasn’t said a word. He doesn’t need to, of course, because he’s fine. He is perfectly fine and if his laboured breaths and tachycardia when he wakes up in the middle of the night were anything out of the ordinary he’s sure that Ranboo would tell him.

Ranboo hasn’t felt in control in a while. He’s not sure how often he actually sleeps compared to how often the… other him simply takes control. His experiments are supposed to be working. They are supposed to give him answers to give him control. They aren’t. But he can’t bother his family with his burden. He can’t look at his husband and child and admit to being nothing but a monster. He knows they would hate him, and they should hate him, really! He just can’t bring himself to be the one to spill his dirty little secret.

Tubbo and Ranboo are seventeen and they already figured out what soulmates aren’t supposed to be. Soulmates aren’t supposed to be the person you share your burdens with. They aren’t supposed to be the person you’re honest with. They aren’t who you go to, to open up about your past. They aren’t there to give you acceptance, they shouldn’t be. They aren’t there to confide in.

Tubbo and Ranboo also know what soulmates are supposed to be. They are the person who’s going to keep you company when you need some silly escapade to distract you from the real world. They are the person who knows you are lying when you say that you’re fine and will lie right back to you. They are the person you smile at and laugh with. They are the person that will let you be a kid around them and not expect something different, something more. They are the person who can perceive your feelings, but who’ll never call attention to them.

Maybe it isn’t perfect, but is it even meant to be?

Because the truth is that they’re young, both of them, and sometimes all they need is someone who’ll let them be.

So maybe it is perfect in their own imperfect way.

And maybe Tommy was talking out of his ass when he mentioned that they might need a “balance”, a suggestion from his therapist apparently.

Because Tubbo is happy. He may not have been home for a while, too busy with his newest project, but he knows that Michael will be there when he gets back and Ranboo is just one call away, ready to aid him when he feels like building another sandstone dick on the roof of the prison. And the outpost is not yet another way to run away from his problem. It’s not another manifestation of denial, it isn’t. And Tubbo sometimes really wishes that Tommy never learned all that fancy terminology, because now it doesn’t feel like they’re on the same level anymore. And Tubbo is fine with that, even if now he feels stupid when trying to talk to him. He didn’t need a friend to open up to anyway.

And it’s fine that Ranboo seems to get his best friend better than he does nowadays. And it’s fine that Tommy goes to him first when he needs something. It’s fine that they are close to each other and that they seem open with each other. It’s fine because it’s not what Tubbo needs and it’s not what he knows how to give. It’s fine, but sometimes Tubbo wishes that he could say it wasn’t.

Ranboo is happy as well of course. He is living with the men who destroyed the first home he’s ever known, but he moved past that. He doesn’t hold grudges really. It’s not useful, it only leads you to choose sides and he won’t, he can’t. If he does then it’ll be much harder to justify to himself why choosing his friends in the past was never worth it. Why fighting by their side for what was important to them was wrong. Why Tubbo’s resigned face, while Ranboo was letting his home blow up, shouldn’t haunt him.

But he was right, thankfully, so he is happy. And Dream is locked up where he can’t hurt anyone anymore, and there are only two deaths that disprove that. And Ranboo may not be in control of his actions or his mind, but he will be, once he figures out how to deal with his problems. And if he doesn’t well… he is sure that there must be a way to convince Sam to lock him up in Pandora’s Vault. He might not even have to convince him once the Warden finds out what type of monster he truly is. Before that though he’s gonna help Tubbo with his surveillance post.

This new project seems to have given a new rhythm to the both of them, a new purpose.

They aren’t working on it together per se. That would require a level of communication that neither of them is capable of. But they are still cooperating nonetheless.

This is the closest they’ve been in a while and neither of them really knows what to do with it. And that’s not right, they’re soulmates and they’ve been close for a long time now! So why is it that they feel more like strangers?

They see each other sometimes, on their way to and from the outpost and it’s like meeting and estranged family member more than their husband. It’s all polite greetings and embarrassed shuffling of their feet. One of them will ask the other what’s going on in their life, the answer is always kept vague.

Both of them can feel how much the other wants the conversation to end every time, but they still persevere because they shouldn’t want that.

It takes a few weeks for the awkwardness to shift into resentment.

It takes a few weeks before Ranboo comments on how distant and cold Tubbo has been. On how he feels like they aren’t close anymore. It takes mere seconds, after that, for Tubbo to yell about how Ranboo can’t speak when he’s still living with the man who murdered him.

Words they never meant to utter out loud fly freely then.

Suddenly it becomes apparent how little they knew of each other. Did they ever even know the other at all? Were any of the good moments real?

Is Tubbo really the uncaring, distant pushover that brought his country to ruin that Ranboo claims him to be?

Is Ranboo truly the self-absorbed, spineless traitor that Tubbo thinks he is?

They’re both panting by the end. Exhaustedly looking at the ground. 

That was what they needed supposedly, that’s what everyone said. A “balance” between sharing their burdens and granting the other the lightheartedness of youth. But it was too little too late I’m afraid.

There was nothing there anymore. That bond that seemed so perfect and strong came undone in less then an hour. Bitterness was left where that tentative sense of belonging used to be.

After all they were strangers now, it was well past the time for sharing.

[patrophthia]

idiots to lovers | regulus black

pairing: regulus black x reader

genre: angsty fluff, friends to lovers, confrontations, basically just the idiots to lovers trope oof, not proof read!

wc: 2k

originally posted on wattpad

"i think i can sort who's good for me for myself," i countered, turning to look at regulus with a bored expression.

"are you sure about that?" he asked. there was a distant sound of thunder but neither of us paid heed to it.

"are you implying that i can't take care of myself?" maybe that was a little bit out of pocket but i promise you he deserves it.

"does it seem like i am?"

"c'mon moony it's just a question," sirius groaned as james and lily entered the dorm.

"if it's just a question then why can't you ask her that yourself?" remus retorted, sitting up on his bed. it was clear that he was tired of sirius' nagging.

"because it's me," sirius answered as if it was the most obvious thing, getting onto his feet exaggeratedly. "let's not forget you're the one who shares prefect rounds with her."

"with who?" james asked, curiousity piqued.

"[name]," sirius, remus, and peter answered simultaneously. lily eyes widen in surprise, taking a seat on james' bed. what does a fifth year have anything to do with them?

"what does you being you have anything to do with you asking the question?" remus asked, staring pointedly at sirius.

"because. . ." the ebony haired boy trailed off, glancing at his friends for help. "because . . ." he repeated before sighing defeatedly. "i dunno! because i want to know if it's true and if it is what's she's doing him anyways!"

"who's him?" james asked cluelessly.

"regulus." all the other four presented in the room answered easily.

"what does [name] and regulus have to do with eachother?" the glasses clad boy followed up.

"that's what we're trying to find out," sirius replied, flailing his arms dramatically. "there's been rumors about the two 'dating' and i just- i've known that they've been friends since he was eleven and that he is head over heels for her but what does she want with him? you've all talked to her, she's too nice for a bloody death eater."

"have you thought that maybe she loves him and she wants him to love her back?" lily responded, putting her red hair up into a ponytail. "oh shoot, our rounds starts in ten," she cursed, staring at the clock on the opposite end of the boy's dorm room.

james and remus stood from their respective beds, checking for their wands before looking back at sirius who was pouting with wide puppy eyes; his last attempt at persuading them to ask the questions he needed the answers to.

"just ask her yourself pads," remus muttered, waltzing over to smack the back of the said boy's head.

after muttering a small ow, sirius focused his attention on lily who was disguising an amused smile. he stared at her wordlessly, intention clear in his gaze. lily kept up a neutral look only to then roll her eyes, giving in to his silent request. "fine, i'll do it."

•••

"hi [name]," lily greeted kindly. i smiled at her, masking my surprise as she waved me over. "remus asked to switch rounds, i hope you don't mind."

"oh it's alright," i waved it off before following up with a question, "is he well?"

"he's fine, just got roped into another one of james' plan," she replied, straightening her posture into a more serious one. one she specifically reserved for when she was viewed as the head girl. "you know how the marauders are."

in truth, i knew little about how the marauders are aside from regulus sharing details of how sirius talked about them and the occasional times i helped them hide from mcgonagall. i only nodded, following after lily as she took the first step for our round.

"so ... how's OWLs treating you?" the older girl asked light-heartedly, trying to make conversation as we went on.

"it's been alright, a bit stressful but it's to be expected. how's your NEWTs?" i asked in return, making our way down the stairs from the Great Hall.

"it's as hard as you can imagine it to be, i can barely catch a break," she let out. she then proceeded to complain about how there was way too many assignments and so little time. she went on and on and i nodded in agreement, listening to every word she was uttering. "and it really doesn't help having a boyfriend who's friends are as smart as he is."

"oh i feel you," i laughed. "they don't see the need to stay up all night and study because they already remember what they needed to right of the bat. it's the worst."

"right?!" lily exclaimed, turning to look at me with enthusiasm. "atleast remus and peter understand the stress of it. sirius and james just writes whatever comes into their mind onto their parchment and boom straight O's without even trying!"

"merlin, regulus is exactly like that. he barely takes his times with assignments and would never get anything less than an E while i spend hours on my work and get an A at best." i joined in, giving her my input on the things we could relate to.

"speaking of regulus. . ." lily dragged out, glad that it was a perfect segway to what she wanted to know. "are you two- you know? together?"

i looked at her timidly, mouth twisting into a sheepish smile, and with a nod of my head lily started grinning. "oh that's just adorable!" she squealed, all the while keeping an eye on the corridors as we talked. "i never thought you'd act on your feelings for him."

"what feelings?" i asked as we rounded hogwarts kitchen. "i didn't realize i liked him until he kissed me," i added, recalling the memory of that very kiss. i was lying and lily knew it. "i mean it!"

"oh you really mean it?" she repeated with a look of disbelief. not waiting for what i had to say, she quickly added, "so that time you learned about quidditch despite not having any interest in quidditch doesn't have anything to do with regulus?"

"no! . . . well yes . . . it's complicated," i mumbled. my cheeks growing warm as lily's eyes shined happily. "i just wanted to have something to talk to him about."

"and you did! it was so adorable!" at this point i was more than convinced that 'adorable' was lily's favorite word. "i remember it so clearly, he was so excited when you asked him if you could watch him at practise. i don't think i've ever seen puppy love until you two happened."

"oh and what you and james have isn't puppy love?" i asked, steering the conversation topic towards her love life instead. but lily was persistent, giving me a smile before answering.

"we're more like the enemies to lovers trope whilst you and regulus are idiots in love."

"and how exactly is me and reg idiots in love?" i asked. the pair of us passing the hufflepuff basement and down the toward the dungeons.

"from what i've heard of how you got together, it's as idiots in love as it comes."

"i just don't think he's good for you."

regulus, barty, rosier, and i had just regrouped from our own respective trips to hogsmeade. making our way up the hill towards the castle in a group of four as we recalled about the things we've done through out the day.

i had went out on a date; a date with whom i had no romantic interest in since the person who held my affections only thought of me as their best friend. it was stupid to try and get over someone i was madly in love with and yet, it didn't make me feel as helpless as realizing that nobody else could make me feel the way i feel for regulus.

"i think i can sort who's good for me for myself," i countered, turning to look at regulus with a bored expression.

"are you sure about that?" he asked. there was a distant sound of thunder but neither of us paid heed to it.

"are you implying that i can't take care of myself?" maybe that was a little bit out of pocket but i promise you he deserves it.

"does it seem like i am?" he replied easily. resulting in a groan from rosier —who was way too tired to be hearing us bicker about the same thing all over again.

"seriously reg?" i asked, staring at him. the thunder grew louder and this time we took a second to acknowledge it before going back to our . . . disagreement? argument? "do you expect me to be alone forever?"

"you wouldn't be alone if you're with me," he responded. we were both facing eachother now, standing in the middle of hogwarts lawn under the darkening sky.

it was supposed to be a sweet statement but i had long grew frustrated with his use of sweet talk. giving me false hope on things that would never happen.

"i would only be lonelier when i'm with you."

i took his expressions into account close enough to catch the brief flicker of surprise that crossed his features. regulus frowned, eyebrows furrowing when he stated, "you're mad at me aren't you."

"why are you mad at me?" i kept quiet, moving away to put distance between us. "are you listening to me?" he added, trailing after each of my steps.

"i am," i snapped. their was a pitter-patter on the surrounding windows followed by shrieks of surprised students running for shelter. i could barely register the rain bucketing down on us as i was too focused on the slytherin before me than anything else. "i'm just trying to see if you're listening to yourself."

there was an incredulous look on regulus face, offended by my words but he was quick to mask it. his dark curls were drenched when he swept them back, boring holes into me with unasked questions before he settled on, "what do you mean you'd be lonelier when you're with me?"

"i dunno reg," i muttered blearily, wiping a hand across my face. "maybe because you wouldn't love me the way i want to be loved?"

regulus stood stunned and i took that as a sign to turn on my heels again, heading towards the grand hall open doors. his hand caught my wrist before i'd gotten far, pulling me flush against him. i had barely a second to compartmentalize his actions up until he pinned his lips onto mine.

regulus wasted no time in pressing the inner of his palm against my cheek, holding me as gently as possible. my arms —as if it were muscle memory— reached up and wrapped themself around his neck. my heart raced as i took in the the smell of him, marveling at his closeness and how i could feel the warmth radiating from him despite the cool rain dripping on us. we pulled away.

the rain clouding our vision as we breathed heavily. wanting more, he leaned down and kisses me one more time, lingering as long as he could. his thumb circled around the apple of my cheek, caressing it as he took in deep breath.

"how could you?" he started, boring his grey eyes into mine. "how could you think i didn't love you that way?"

"you think that's idiots in love?" i asked. lily nodded in respond. "so you repeatedly turning down james even when you realized you had feelings for him just because you thought he was only doing it out of habit isn't idiots in love?"

"well that's not- i don't want to talk about this anymore."

—from bee: happy lunar new years to those who celebrate it!!! notes/ask/feedbacks are always greatly appreciated!!