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dallasgallant · 25 days ago

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American remains- Ghost Au lore post

I do have a eventual actual fic coming for this au so it won’t be as extensively written out here like for my vampire au, it helps that it’s also more canon aligned so there’s not too much extra world building involved.

World-

The world will be that of the canon world just with a tad more belief in ghosts/ they exist. I’d think it’d be easy to believe in legends and ghost when driving alone at night in a plains state anyway.

With that in mind it wouldn’t be uncommon to see a cowboys final ride or a soldiers last stand play out again and again. The people of Tulsa know it’s not just a building settling or the air conditioner.

It’s easy to believe if you open yourself to it, but you never expect your encounter to be with someone you knew. Ponyboy didn’t.

Ghosts-

All types of ghosts exist in this world, a lot of them being the more grounded ‘real life’ orbs and cold spots and simpler manifestations like that. There was moments that replay but aren’t a direct ghost more shadows of the past, buildings absorb negative energy and tragedy etc.

I want to focus more on direct apparitions as that’s what Johnny and Dally would be classified as, a bit of the standard fair when it comes to ghosts… sudden or violent death, stuck in this plane etc.

But with a twist, I really want this au to explore the cycles of grief and how it’s a non linear thing- and in this case affects the living and the dead. In the end no one moves on entirely…

It’s all about what makes a ghost or what makes a person stay, the cycles of grief and trauma, the weight people carry of a place and time or someone. The power of memory!

A huge inspiration for this au, beyond cowboy and civil war ghosts was the line towards the end of the book where Pony is thinking about boys who crumble under street lamps and jump at their own shadow and even himself— about how it’s too late for some but not others.

And it reminds me of American Remains by the Highwaymen and its chorus:

We are heroes of the homeland, American remains. We live in many faces and answer many names. We will not be forgotten, we won't be left behind. Our memories live on in mortal minds. And poets pens, we'll ride again.

How broader issues connect people in their struggle and how people get left behind over and over but are never forgotten- they come back. They’re simultaneously forgotten and immortalized - so many alike but also individual. Pony already wrote about them…

The thought that memory and pain bind. People die but ideas don’t.

It’s late and I really hope it’s understandable how this connects to ghosts and grief.

The au isn’t all deep subjects sometimes… it’s just neat spooky stuff.

Ghosts have a lot more agency when it comes to ‘moving on’ than traditional stories, it’s that they trap themselves. Or forget. At the end of the day ghosts are human- their cycles are too.

Unfinished business is less of a task and more of something they have to figure out- find acceptance/peace with.

Ghost lore-

A lot of haunting involves utilizing energy and radio frequencies to interact with the rest of the world. In the modern (1960s) age- radio and power lines are abundant. Ghosts prefer to be visible— with visibility comes personhood. It’s not constant, depending on energy and their connection it could be hard to keep it up.

Ghosts appear as they died, in most cases. Johnny tends to… flicker. Sometimes it’s a hospital gown, sometimes it’s jeans and a shirt but the burns remain. When haunting and not just wandering he’d prefer to be clothed.

[Included picture reference for Ponyboy as he’s the only of the living gang to undergo a more ‘drastic’ change. The others would just look a little older.]

Dally may constantly bleed but his blood will not stain anything, it disappears a few minutes after he does. What will stain is a residue left behind from ghost interacting with objects (fun non angsty lore)

To communicate with the living they’d have to manipulate radio, to those they speak with they’ll be a warm crackle to their voice as they speak through it … the voice always sounds distant too despite being right in front of you. (Sort of like making themselves a spirit box)

Johnny and Dally are both Semi-cognizant at the start of the au, both hyper aware of death and the passage of time but for them no time has passed. It is always then. Stuck in a place and time mentally and physically.

Out there on the sides of roads, out there in the dark waiting to be noticed and spoken to. Their main sort of “territory” is the roads and fields leading to windrixville, only sometimes making it fully back to Tulsa.

There’s been several times pony thought he saw them but it isn’t until they show up in the backseat of his car one late night drive it’s revealed. He’s driven by enough times, the ghosts get tired of waiting. Their first interaction is brief as pony nearly swerves off the road.

The two of them want desperately to reconnect with the gang, I’ve recently heard this but they “haunt for company.”

Don’t quite know where it’ll go yet but I’d love to hear ideas or see where others take it :)

Living-

Since this au is a tad more tied to canon these are also my general future headcanons, so if you see them in other works…

Ponyboy: 17. more of a troublemaker than he was as a young teen. He’s not doing anything too wild but will jack a car or two, gotten his grades back on track but is unsure where he wants to go with his life. Currently working at a grocery store to help out.

Soda: 19. started a career as a trucker, is around less than usual but still communicates with everyone via radio (Steve had begged for one to be put in at the DX) and phone calls when he gets the chance

Darry: 23. still working the same two jobs but is aiming towards a bookkeeping focus (pony is trying to push him that way) can understand Pony a little better, is more worried about Soda on the road at the moment. Better adjusted as he managed to keep them all together and Pony is set to graduate down the line.

Steve: 20. Graduated high school! Is still at the DX working on cars, he worked towards a managerial position and hopes to own a mechanic shop of his own someday or work up to a dealership. Had a radio installed at the station so he and pony can talk with Soda more often than waiting for phone calls, he gets along better with Pony.

Two-bit: 21. Ultimately got his GED! Like Pony he’s not sure what he is going to do with his life, is looking for a job (which Steve won’t let him live down)

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themadlostgirl · 2 months ago

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NDY AU (9)

*Wow. Going back to the OG! Well OG adjacent since this is part of the little au I wrote but it doesn't matter. We're here! And that is another request off the books and finally done haunting my inbox!

I swear I know they are there and I had every intention of writing them sooner but time doesn't exist and suddenly a couple days turns into a couple months.*

Pairing: Peter Pan x fem|Reader

Prompt: A little bonus chapter to the end of the NDY AU I wrote forever ago. The curse is broken! (Fair warning it is a long post)

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It is amazing how time can fly.

My life was about as normal as it could get considering everything. I went to school, went to work, did homework, went to bed. In between all the monotony of routine though was my single bright spot. Peter. My Peter.

Ever since we had met we had been inseparable. He had unlocked a part of me that I had never known was there. Something rebellious and wild and unashamed to be completely myself. I loved who I was when I was with him. It felt like I had been asleep for a long time and now I was finally awake.

My parents still didn’t approve of him no matter what I told them or what Peter did. They saw him as a nuisance and a terrible influence on me. I think they assumed that I would outgrow him at some point but they could not be more wrong. I loved him and if it weren’t for the fact that we had tried once and failed we would have run off together. Started a whole new life together just the two of us. It felt like forever ago.

Peter and I found ourselves now in the trailer that Peter had officially started staying in permanently after the whole mess with his dad happened. He had taken a generator and was keeping it warm and livable that way so he didn’t freeze to death in the winter. We were laying on the bed, not a strip of clothes between the two of us. I was stretched out across the covers and Peter was sitting cross legged next to me with one of his notebooks in hand.

No matter how many times we had done it since that first time on the beach I got such a thrill when we had sex now. Like it was some big forbidden thing we shouldn’t have been doing. Which was ridiculous considering how good it felt. I couldn’t sneak Peter into my house so we had taken to coming back to the trailer when we felt frisky.

As we had been laying there in the post coital glow I had spotted his notebook and asked him to draw me like one of his French girls. He didn’t understand the reference and I had to explain it was from a movie and in it the one character draws the female lead naked. He liked that idea very much. He liked it a little less when I kept singing Celine Dion and told me to lay still.

“Are you almost done?” I asked.

“Give me a minute, pet.” he said, “Perfection takes time.”

“I don’t need it to be perfect. The only people who are gonna see it are you and me.”

“It does need to be perfect because the figure that I am drawing is perfect. A perfect model and an imperfect drawing just won’t do.” he said with a smile. “Now stop wiggling. I swear I’m almost done. I’m just getting the shading right.”

I stayed still for a few more minutes before Peter declared his masterpiece done. I immediately sat up and asked to look at it. He handed me the notebook and I felt my face go hot as I looked at the picture. I knew that Peter was a good artist but I don’t think I was prepared for just how good a drawing it was. That definitely was me, naked as could be. Not a detail blurred or erased.

“I think this has to be my best portrait yet.” he leaned over, leaving a kiss on my shoulder. “What do you think?”

“It’s great. I’m actually a little shy now. It didn’t really occur to me how intently you were focused on me that entire time.”

“Hard to focus on anything else.” he turned my head to kiss me. “And now that I’ve immortalized you in graphite perhaps we can have some more fun.”

“Not likely.” I pushed him back. “We’ve been here forever and I need to get home.”

“Ugh!” he flopped back against the bed. “No. Stay here. We could both live here if we wanted. No having to run home, we can just stay in bed all day.”

“You are insatiable.” I rolled my eyes and stood up as I started searching for my clothes. “I will be back to see you tomorrow but if I don’t get home soon then my parents are going to be on my ass. So, are you going to keep pouting or are you gonna walk me home?”

“Fine. I’m coming.” Peter got out of bed too and started dressing. “Any plans for the weekend?”

“Babysitting.”

“Oh come on! Can’t you cancel? I thought you stopped taking weekend babysitting jobs.”

“I did. But Ms.Mills asked me to watch Henry. Henry is literally my only exception to my no weekends rule. Sorry.”

“Henry Mills. Stealing my girl.” Peter wrinkled his nose.

I tugged on my shoes. “Oh yes, the eleven year old is going to steal your girlfriend. The competition is fierce out here.”

“Is he still on that whole thing about all of us being characters from a fairy tale?”

“Yep. It’s been getting worse since his bio-mom came to town. I swear, the amount of times that kid has run off into things he shouldn’t be getting into is staggering. He doesn’t need a babysitter he needs a leash.” I linked my hand with Peter’s as we started the walk back into town.

“So much weird shit has been happening since she arrived.” Peter said. “I mean, Ms.Blanchard got accused of murder after being outed as a mistress. There was that fire at town hall. The sheriff died. It’s been bad. Don’t get me wrong the chaos is entertaining but it is a lot.”

“Yeah. Hopefully things will be winding down now.” I sighed. Peter saw me back to my house and kissed me goodbye before strolling back up the way he came. I went inside and had another uncomfortable dinner with my parents before absconding to the safety of my room. That was another thing, my relationship with my parents was never good but it had only been getting worse as of late. It was as if the thin veil of a functional family had been stripped away and we were left to come to a single conclusion. We couldn’t stand each other.

The idea of moving into that trailer with Peter sounded more pleasant by the hour. If it weren’t for the fact that I knew my parents would call someone on me to drag me back I may have taken him up on it.

The weekend came and I went over to watch Henry. He looked miserable poor kid. “Things not going well, buddy?” I asked.

“Not really,” he muttered. “No one believes me. I don’t know what to do to make them understand.”

I really didn’t get the whole storybook thing but I did know something about people not listening to me. My parents never listened when I tried to tell them Peter was a good guy. I could imagine Henry was feeling the same kind of frustration.

“Maybe I can help.” I told him. “You have a list of who you think who is, right? Let’s go over it again. Maybe if we can figure out who everyone is then it’ll help them understand it isn’t just a coincidence.”

“Maybe.” he said. He half-heartedly pulled out his book and a pad of paper. He started going over the ones he knew for sure. “You know, this entire time I realized I never tried figuring out who you were.” he turned to me.

“You think I’m in here too?” I asked.

“You have to be.” He said and started flipping through the stories. “I just don’t know which one. There’s not a lot of stories about teenagers in here. Tell me more about what you like to do. Who are your friends?”

“I like to read and I get good grades.” I said. “I uh…I don’t really have a whole lot of friends. I have a boyfriend though that I really love.”

“Boyfriend? Have you always had a boyfriend?”

“I don’t talk about him much. Not everyone likes him. They don’t see him as I do.”

“Who is it?”

“His name is Peter.”

“Peter…” Henry scratched his head. “Last name? Sometimes the entire name has clues.”

“Pangle. Peter Pangle.”

“Pangle? Really?”

“What?”

“What is he like? You said people don’t like him.”

“No. He’s a bit of a jerk. Immature. He likes to draw and his favorite book is Lord of the Flies. His favorite color is green. I don’t know Henry, any of this ringing any bells?”

“Immature, likes green and books about boys trapped on an island.” Peter’s eyes went wide. “And he’s your boyfriend?”

“Yes. What does this--” Henry ignored me as he started scribbling something down in his notebook. “What epiphany did you just have?”

“It’s just a hunch but I feel pretty good about it.” he showed me the page. “Your Peter is actually Peter Pan and since you are dating him then that most likely makes you Wendy Darling.”

“You think we’re Peter and Wendy?” I tried to bite back a laugh. “Doesn’t Wendy have brothers? I’m an only child.”

“Maybe the curse separated you.” Henry said. “But it makes sense. You take care of kids as a job and Wendy was taken to Neverland to be a mother figure to the Lost Boys. It makes sense.”

“Perhaps.” There was a part of me that was kind of hoping that Henry’s theory about who I was would unlock something but I could only shrug. Wendy Darling? It didn’t feel right. Peter though…he does have a lot of similar traits to Peter Pan now that I think about it. If anything this would be something entertaining to tell him about later when I saw him.

After I was done babysitting Henry I returned home and stayed up late talking to Peter over the phone. I told him about Henry’s theory and I could hear him groaning over the phone. “Peter Pan? Really?”

“Oh shush, it could have been worse. You could have been Pinocchio or something.” I told him.

“I only have one kind of wood on me.” Peter said.

“You are disgusting and a pervert. I’m going to bed now.”

“Oh come on ‘Wendy’” he teased, “Don’t hang up on me. I want to talk more.”

“Don’t call me Wendy. And I would love to stay up longer but I really am tired.” I yawned to emphasize my point. “I’ll talk to you in the morning, okay?”

“Okay. Goodnight, pet. Love you.”

“Night. Love you too.” I hit end call and rolled over to go to sleep.

The next day more chaos ensued in town. I was sitting at home, book in hand when I heard sirens going blaring down the street. What emergency was happening now? I went to ask my mom and she informed me that one of her friends in the hospital said that Henry Mills had been taken to the ER after having fallen unconscious due to some unknown factor.

“Oh god, poor Henry.” my heart went out to him. He was a good kid. I really hoped that he would come out of this alright. I decided to go check on him and went to the hospital.

It was strange seeing him laid up in bed with all the tubes and wires surrounding him. He was so still. I had always known Henry to be so full of life. This was wrong. He couldn’t die like this. He needed to live. It was so important that he lived!

I didn’t stay long. I couldn’t stay there and see him like that. I didn’t want to go home either so I decided to kick around on the beach, watch the waves lap at the shore. What I would have given for a balmy beach and warm white sand. Maybe one of these days when I finally graduated and could ditch this town.

It was as I was standing there looking out over the dreary grey of the dark ocean I felt something slam through me. It was like I had gotten hit by a wave and it left me staggering on my feet as memories slammed into my brain. An old life. My life.

My head shot up as I remembered who I was and where I had come from. I stared at the woods and started running. Peter! My Peter!

My legs kept pumping as I willed myself to go faster. I needed to find Peter. I had to!

My pace stumbled to a stop as I noticed something rushing over the forest floor and swallowing the trees in sinister purple fog. I could feel it in my bones, the way it tingled and set my hair on edge. This was magic. I braced knowing I couldn’t outrun it and instead let it encompass me. The rush of it fell over me and away as the fog dissipated and I was still standing where I had been. I was still here. Good. Hopefully that meant Peter was too.

I was rushing up the trail and saw someone barreling down the other way. “Peter!” I shouted. “Peter Pan!”

“Lost girl!” Peter ran to me and tackled me in a hug. “It’s you. It’s us! I remember!”

“I know.” I held him tight, scared to let him go. “Peter…Peter…”

“It’s alright, precious.” he pressed a kiss to my head. “We’re not going to be separated again. Never again.”

“Twenty eight years…” I felt like I couldn’t breathe. “We’ve been stuck here for twenty eight years.”

“I know. I know.” he soothed me. “But we had each other. Even that damn curse couldn’t keep us apart.”

“That it couldn’t.” Tears were leaking down my face. “Do you still remember our lives here?”

“Yes.” he wiped the tears away. “I remember you saying that you loved me.”

“Yeah…I guess I did.” I had been carefully dancing around that for decades back on Neverland. Yet a couple years stuck in a curse finally loosed the feeling from my tongue. “You said you loved me too though.”

Peter’s face went pink. “Right.” he cleared his throat. “I suppose I did.”

“Do you still feel that way or was that just the curse talking?” I asked, scared of the answer.

He softened, pulling me in for another kiss. “No precious, that was not the curse talking. I love you. I do. I swear.”

“Your word is your bond.” My face hurt from how wide I was smiling. “I know we’ve been here together this whole time but I feel like we were still miles apart.”

“Not anymore. Never again, lost girl.” Peter said. “I told you before when the curse was about to hit us that I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. It was only a matter of time until I found you.”

“And you were insufferable.”

“Yet you came around to my charms once again.”

“Somehow. How you can charm anything is a wonder.”

The smile on Peter’s face started to drop and darkness entered his eyes. “Peter? What’s wrong?”

“That fucker hurt you.” he said, his words like ice. “I’m going to go kill him.” he started walking back towards town, tugging me along.

“Who are you talking about?”

“The man this damn curse had me convinced was my father.” he growled, his grip on my hand almost painfully tight. “He hurt me. He hurt you. I’m going to kill him for that.”

“Oh…right.” I had almost forgotten about that. It seemed like a lifetime ago. How long ago was that even? It could have been years at this point but I simply couldn’t gauge when it happened. Still, the fear I had felt was real and so was the anger rushing through my veins now. “After we kill him can we return to Neverland?”

“Of course.” Peter’s smile turned cruel and calculating. “And there was one good thing about this curse, it gave us access right to the Heart of the Truest Believer.”

My heart skipped a beat as I realized he was right. “And I’m his trusted babysitter. I’m sure we could convince him to come with us. If the kid wants nothing else, it’s adventure. And what land is more perfect for that than Neverland?”

“Gods I’ve missed you.” he pulled me in again to plant a kiss on my cheek. “Come now, Lost Girl. We have a new game to play.”

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#the last chapter of this was posted in 2019 #fucking kill me!#ouat #peter pan ouat #ouat peter pan #peter pan imagine #peter pan x reader

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queenie-official · 11 months ago

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Bae please tell me your not giving up on the Bridgerton Series

OSHSOAJ IM NOT I PROMISE 💋💋😭 i’m just taking a hiatus! been feeling really burnt out writing it and it was beginning to feel like a chore, so the best solution is for me to take a break :)

forgive me for not uploading hun 🙏😭

so when writing the series i sort of isolated myself to solely writing for it so that i could get chapters out, in the process i had all these other ideas for oneshots and stuff that i wanted to write for but kept pushing off and telling myself no.

and i’ve really missed the creative freedom of writing for other things, which is why you lovelies will be seeing me post a few more oneshots before we get back to the series.

The royal heart series will be back, i’m thinking roughly around mid february or maybe even sooner if the inspiration hits me!

i already have chapters planned out so don’t worry to much, lots of stuff for that series planned.

as a apology let me let you all in a little bit on what i am planning. so the royal heart is actually very close to coming to a close- i’m thinking maybe 5-10 chapters left of the main story line. (this might change but i think roughly it will still be about the same amount)

once i finish the main plot there will be bonus chapters released of Anakin’s POV! i’ve been planning on doing this for a while and a few of you guys have even left comments saying you’d love to see it from his perspective so that really solidified those chapters becoming a reality.

it’s not going to be every chapter from his POV but there are going to be quite a few. mostly of big events like when him and reader first met, when he got sick etc.

i want you guys to see his thought process on certain things- which is why the bonus chapters are honestly one of the most exciting things i’m looking forward to writing for this series!

that’s technically going to be the end of the royal heart series, however it won’t be the end of bridgerton au!Anakin x reader content!

i will also be writing oneshots based off of them, which could be read as part of the series or just stand alones <3

like i said lots of plans so i hope you’ll stay tuned to see it all play out 🫶��🫶🏼

love you all and thank you for your kindness and patience Xx

#hayden christensen #anakin skywalker #bridgerton au!anakin x reader #bridgerton au!anakin #bridgerton au #anakin skywalker x reader #queenie’s thoughts xx<3

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yeowangies · 1 year ago

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Blood Stains

CHAPTER X: If I bleed you'll be the last to know

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PAIRING: Raditz/F!Reader RATING: Explicit CONTENTS: Canon Divergence AU, Slow burn, Smut, Enemies to Lovers. WARNINGS: Explicit sexual content. WORDCOUNT: 4791

Summary:

You freeze in place. It has been a month since you had that argument with Raditz. What is he doing here? Even when weeks went by, you’re not sure you’ve cooled off enough to handle this yet. Or at all, since you were positive you would never see his face again.

Notes:

I feel like it's been a year since I've updated this, but it's only been a little over a month. I wrote this chapter like two months ago, and as I was reading this to check if everything is as I want it to be, I realized that I've written something that I wish I had in my life. I'm not gonna go too deep into this but it was weirdly comforting.

Again, I won't know when I'll post the next chapter, I'm currently busy with a lot of irl stuff, but hopefully it's gonna be in less than a month this time!

The lyrics in the title is from Taylor Swift's Cruel Summer. Enjoy!

You can check the tag #*bs if you wanna see the previous chapters.

A confrontation like that was not how you wanted to end things with Raditz. Because it was definitely over after that. You’re certain you won’t see him again.

You feel it in your bones, he likes staying with you and being with you. He has slept so much better the second time around, and he hasn’t been so tense. What he said hurt and you are still angry, so angry, but it was your fault he stormed out like that, you shouldn’t have said anything. You shouldn’t have talked to him as if he was going to break.

Then again, remaining silent didn’t feel right either. Even if you had agreed to only sleep together.

It was stupid to think you wouldn’t get attached. You never expected this affair to last for as long as it did, which wasn’t even that long to begin with. You even got to know him during his short stay, and even before that when he was staying at Capsule Corp; you know him too much for someone who you were just going to share a bed with every once in a while.

Lust was how all of it started, but it has transformed into something more, even if you don’t even want to acknowledge it yourself.

Would all that actually change anything?

You purposely had avoided the topic of his stay here on Earth, or about the Saiyans, before that day. But he said some things and you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. Nothing feels right, and you feel like punching a wall. Which would probably hurt less than when you slapped him, it’s like his face was made of steel.

You know for sure Raditz won’t ever come back, and you get more used to the idea as days pass by. It doesn’t hurt any less, though, and your heart feels tight whenever you dwell on it.

“I’m staying at Kame House for a few days, do you wanna come along?” Bulma asks over the phone one afternoon, in a cheery tone.

You haven’t told Bulma anything about Raditz at all; keeping it a secret was for the best, or so you thought. You were regretting it a bit now, all your emotions were bottling up inside and that couldn’t be good. But you’re not ready to share everything yet.

“No, it’s okay, I… have work to do.”

“Don’t forget the Saiyans are getting here one of these days, it’d be better if you’re here when that happens.”

“I know.”

“Do you know anything about Raditz?”

You inhale sharply before clearing your throat.

“I don’t.”

“That’s so weird, he just disappeared. I would assume he left the planet, but he doesn’t have any ship, does he?”

“Not that I know of.”

“Mmh, I’m sure we’ll know what he’s been up to once his two buddies come here. I know Goku can take them.”

“Yeah… Yeah, Goku is unbeatable, right?”

“…Are you okay? You don’t sound too good…”

“I haven’t been sleeping well. I’ve been thinking about this too much.” At least that part isn’t a lie. “Don’t worry, okay? Call me if anything happens.”

You hang up after that.

It has been almost a year since Goku died. It doesn’t feel like so much time has passed. Since you’ve been trying to avoid the topic altogether when Raditz was around, you actually lost track of time until Bulma called to tell you about it.

You’re reconsidering actually making a bag and getting to Kame House too when a loud knock on the balcony startles you.

“Open up.” Raditz’s loud voice demands from the other side of the balcony door. “Unless you want me to blast through the wall.”

Fuck. You know he isn’t bluffing.

Breathing in deeply, you open the door ajar to look him up. He’s still as handsome as ever even when he doesn't have his usual smirk, you want to gouge out your eyes because of how furious it makes you. You lock eyes with him for a brief second before moving to the side to let him in.

Raditz stands in front of you with his eyes fixed on your face, but your gaze is elsewhere. Now that he is here, you don’t want to apologize first. You’re hurt, but you’re still very angry too. You’re a lot of emotions together at once with him.

“Are you not even going to look at me?” He asks, annoyed.

You sigh, slowly, turning your eyes towards him. You can’t decipher the expression on his face, but Raditz is staring at you with such intensity you’re worried he might be seeing right through you. You avert your gaze from him after a second, unsure if you want to slap him again or jump right into his arms.

You’re startled when Raditz abruptly takes a few steps towards you and grabs your arms, pulling you closer and leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. A surprised noise escapes you, melting a little inside when you feel him so close after all that time. It takes a second for you to remember that you’re still upset and that you don’t actually want to give in this easily.

“No…” You murmur quietly into the kiss, pushing urgently at his shoulders to get him off. “No, Raditz, I don’t wanna do this!”

“Your body is saying otherwise.” He says with a smirk, hands sliding underneath your shirt and making you shiver.

“I don’t wanna do this when I’m mad at you!” You clarify, pulling away from him the best you can in his embrace.

“Isn’t this the best way to make amends?”

That smug grin of his grows wider and your face heats up, but you still roll your eyes.

“I’m not doing this until you apologize. What you said to me hurt…”

Raditz pulls away, frowning deeply, his hands closing into fists then opening and closing again a couple of times. You realize that he probably won’t apologize first; you wonder if he actually can apologize at all, not because he’s incapable, but maybe it’s something he has never done before.

“Though I guess, I really hurt you too.” You say after seconds of silence, taking the first step. “I didn’t mean to talk to you that way… I’m sorry. What I said was true though, I do care about you…”

He nods, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“What am I supposed to say?” Raditz asks, with his eyes still on your face.

“I don’t know… tell me how you feel?” His frown gets deeper and you want to laugh because he looks like a petulant child who simply can’t have things his way. You offer him a small smile instead. “Do they not teach Saiyans how to apologize?”

“We do not apologize.”

You sigh, your smile turning sour because you expected that answer.

“It wasn’t my intention to upset you.” Raditz says, to your surprise, as he gets closer again with a smirk. “Let me show you how sorry I am.”

You huff, smiling despite yourself, when his hands reach for you again, pulling you closer by your shirt until you’re flush against him.

“You’re only saying that cause you wanna get laid!”

“I’m saying that because I want you.” He leans down to bury his face in your neck, pressing his nose to your skin and breathing in deeply. “If you do not want this, tell me to stop.”

Goosebumps form on your skin when you feel his breath near your ear, and you jolt when his hands trail under your shirt once more.

You don’t know if that apology of his is enough, but he did say he was sorry in a way.

When Raditz realizes you won’t stop him, he removes all your clothes urgently, and you help him get rid of his as he kisses you fervently. You feel his desperation by the way his hands gripped your body, pressing you as close as possible while his lips devoured you. You had to pull away for air, but he just kept planting kisses down your jaw and neck.

You soon forget why you’ve been mad all this time, and your mind goes completely blank when he lays you on the bed and kneels down on the floor, grinning cheekily as he throws your legs over his shoulders.

“I may not be good with words, but I know I’m damn good at other things.” Raditz purrs, tracing his lips on the inside of your thighs.

You laugh breathily because he’s obviously right, and you’re too weak to argue about whatever you were talking about before.

Whatever Raditz gets out of going down on you, you don’t know, but you don’t ponder on the thought when he coaxes you into coming twice with just his mouth in what must be record time. You’re still in haze when he crawls on top of you, kissing you gently as he pushes his cock inside you.

“Fuck, I needed this…” He grunts in your ear, once he’s fully sheathed. “I need you. I want you.”

Raditz sets a steady yet hard pace, slamming his hips against yours. You whimper, your body still sensitive, and after a few rough thrusts you get closer to the edge again. You don’t even try to fight it or to make it last longer; after having come twice already, you’re too weak to do much.

Wrapping your arms around him, you hold him close as your release washes over you, shuddering and letting out a stuttered moan. Raditz groans against your skin before biting down your neck, moving into you faster until his body tenses, coming inside with a guttural growl.

He practically collapses on top of you once he’s spent but you don’t mind it; it’s nice to feel him so close after so many days when you were getting used to the idea that you wouldn’t meet him again. Running your hands up and down his back and threading your fingers through his hair, you sigh contently until he rolls over to the side.

When he pulls you closer with an arm around your shoulder and his tail on your waist, you look at him with wide eyes. He rarely initiates cuddling.

“I thought I was never going to have you again.” Raditz confesses quietly, only for you to hear.

“I thought you wouldn’t come back either…” You respond softly. “I didn’t want that to be the last time we saw each other. Everything I said… You shouldn’t take my word for it anyway.”

“Didn’t you say you meant it?”

“When I said I care about you, yeah, I did, but everything else… I mean, you know me enough. I come home to an empty apartment every day. Who am I to talk about how you live your life…”

Your eyes are looking at the window, fixed on the sky, tinted with dark orange as the sun sets, but you can feel his eyes trained on your face.

“I still have a lot to apologize for, is that what you’re saying?” Raditz asks, pressing you closer.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

He hums in response, and you shut up for once, not wanting to drag this along anymore. When he presses his nose to the top of your head, breathing in your scent, you close your eyes, relaxing for a minute, pleased that he has magically decided to come and stay for at least a little while.

“You didn’t ask me to clean myself this time.” Raditz casually says, and you snort. You’re aware that you didn’t, but you also didn’t catch any weird smell when he was close, so you don’t really care.

“I was just ignoring how dirty you are.”

“Is that so?” He shifts, moving even closer and pressing his lips to your neck again. “Do you want to take a shower with me?”

You’re only human, and Raditz is looking at you with eyes that make you want to sink and drown in them. He effortlessly carries you to the shower, and as water falls down both of your bodies, he kisses you heatedly when he slides inside you again, moving at a steady pace, and it doesn’t take long until you both come simultaneously.

Later that night, when he’s sleeping by your side with an arm draped over your waist, tears well up in your eyes. You don’t dare to think about it, let alone say it out loud, but you know how you feel. You know well what the word is for how you feel towards him. Anxiety about the upcoming days keeps you from reveling in your feelings because you know this won’t end well. This was supposed to be just casual but you had been naive to think it could remain that way as time went by.

Swallowing down your feelings, and telling yourself to keep quiet about them and how much it’s going to hurt once he leaves, you blink your tears away before they can spill as you press closer to Raditz, and try to sleep.

Raditz was honest when he said he thought he was never going to lay with you again. He was sure you wouldn’t want to work things out when he got to your place to talk to you, you were the one who told him to leave after all. Thankfully, he had been wrong; he figured he would have to say sorry even if he didn’t know how. But when he kissed you and your body responded to him, he knew not all was lost. He’s very aware he did the bare minimum, but apologizing is something he has never done, not like this, not when he’s actually sorry and has to show himself vulnerable to someone else. It’s comforting to know you did the same for him.

He feels you moving more than usual when the two of you go to sleep that night, as well as how tense your body is against his. He’s close to actually asking if there’s something wrong, but you end up falling asleep at some point.

After sharing a bed with you for so many nights, Raditz already knows you’re not a light sleeper, not like he is. He moves to press closer when he wakes up the next morning, and you don’t even notice, too deep in your slumber to respond to his gesture. He can’t see your face from his position; your back is against his chest, the faint sunlight filtering through the window highlights the line of your body, and he can smell your hair. Small benefits from lying down like that.

The desire to stay like this, with his nose buried in your hair and an arm wrapped around your waist while the sun rises, is unfamiliar and confusing, yet not entirely unwelcome. Since he never actually had sex and slept with someone before, especially not as many times, he’s not sure how normal it is to feel this way, but it brings him a sense of peace that he has never experienced before. The closest feeling to this one was the one he got after purging a planet, like satisfaction from having finished a job, and knowing he could relax for a bit. Yet at the same time, it’s unfair to compare the two, they were similar, but nothing alike.

Saiyans rarely mated for life, but it wasn’t completely uncommon. Raditz is well aware, his parents were one of the few mated couples on the planet. But it had been a long time ago, and the image of everyone else he may have known is fuzzy. Is this how his parents felt when they were with each other?

He knows he’s become quite fond of you; after you told him to leave last time and the prospect of never touching you again sank in, how important you are to him became much more obvious. But what's more surprising is that it doesn’t bother him at all.

Except for the fact that Vegeta and Nappa are coming to this planet God knows when. Raditz has lost track of time a long time ago, all he knows is that they are getting here someday.

He remembers well that he was looking for the Dragon Balls too. For immortality, or something. He’s been rethinking that wish for a few days now, but there isn’t any alternative that satisfies him.

His focus shifts when you stir, humming softly as you wake up. You look comically startled to see him staring at you when you turn to him with sleepy eyes.

“Hey,” You mumble, clearing your throat, “You should have woken me up if you were awake.”

“Why?” His tail that has been draped over your hip tightens, holding you closer to his body.

“I don’t know, aren’t you hungry, or bored?”

“I’m not.” Raditz chuckles; maybe he’s a little hungry, but he rather stays like this. “You snore when you sleep and that’s pretty entertaining.”

“I do not!”

“Yes, you do. Pretty loudly.”

“Well, you snore too, and even louder!”

You’re looking at him with drowsy eyes, rosy cheeks, and messy hair; he can’t resist.

Laughing quietly, Raditz brings the hand on your waist up to your cheek to stroke it, pulling you closer towards him and gently pressing his lips to yours. You make a surprised soft noise and squirm in his arms, making him smile into the kiss, completely pleased with your reaction. He plants another brief kiss before pulling awake, and you stare at him with wide eyes.

“Why did you do that?” You ask shyly, blushing deeper. He’s not sure why you’re blushing, you had kissed each other before, plenty of times.

But he’s never kissed you just because, with no intentions of sex.

Raditz remains quiet, only staring at your face for a little while before you move to sit up.

“I should get up… I’ll make breakfast.”

Your cheeks still have a faint pink hue as he watches you walk out the room towards the bathroom.

You stare at him more often than usual during the morning, while he eats, and he usually wouldn’t mind it, but you’re not even saying anything that would explain why you keep your eyes trained on him with such intensity.

“You keep staring at me, girl, what are you thinking?”

“I didn’t realize I was… Sorry.”

Raditz grunts in response, noticing that you look embarrassed for being caught. He doesn’t get it, though.

“I don’t like it when you call me ‘girl’.”

“What? Why? You are a girl.” He frowns, confused.

“I am but I’m not a child, I’m a woman.”

“I’m well aware of that.”

“How old are you, anyway? You look around Goku’s age.”

“I don’t know.” Raditz replies after some time.

“You don’t know how old you are?”

“No. I was seven when Planet Vegeta was destroyed. I stopped counting after that.”

You look sad for whatever reason; he doesn’t get that either.

“Goku was sent here as a baby…” You start after some time, thinking out loud and locking eyes with him. “Do you remember how old you were when he was born?”

“I was six.”

“So, a year later, your planet was destroyed?”

“More or less, yes.”

“Mmh… Goku was 24 when he died-”

“Can we stop talking about Kakarot?”

“-and he would have been 25 by now. And you’re 6 years older than him. So you’re 31.”

Raditz blinks, unsure of how to react.

“You’re not that much older than me then, I was a bit worried.” You smile cheerily.

“You were worried?”

“A bit, yeah. You could have been 100 years old for all I know. But I’m glad we are close in age.”

“Is age that important? How old are you?” He eyes you up and down; he doesn’t have any concept about how humans age, but you look young.

Do humans stay young for a long time, like Saiyans? Doubtful. Saiyans were built like that to fight for decades, but humans do not do that.

“I’m 28.” You smile wider, resting your arms on the table and leaning closer. “You also seem like a Scorpio.”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“It’s a human thing, according to when you were born, you have certain personality traits.”

“You humans sure have a lot of free time on your hands.”

Raditz yanks your chair closer to his with his foot, making you jolt, obviously surprised, but you keep talking.

“Yeah, well, we were never involved in intergalactic wars. But I’m not sure if you’re more like a Scorpio or a Gemini…”

“I don’t know what any of that means.”

He effortlessly picks you, making you sit on his lap and holding you close as his lips find your neck, pressing kisses up your jaw.

“You can be a Scorpio because you’re a little stubborn, among other things…” You giggle when he presses his nose to the skin under your ear, taking in your scent. “Or a Gemini because you’re mischievous, and a little tense…”

Raditz isn’t really paying too much attention to what you’re saying, he’s too preoccupied with how your body feels, how soft your skin is, and how sweet your smell is to respond to your words.

“You’re not listening to me…” You say, quietly and breathily, as he sneaks a hand underneath your shirt.

“I’m busy.” He nibbles your jaw, and you shiver slightly in his embrace. “I don’t understand a word you’re saying anyway.”

Capturing your lips next, you’re finally silenced as he kisses you ardently, digging his fingers into your flesh to press you as close as possible. You hum contently, kissing him just as eagerly, and Raditz feels his chest tightening with adoration.

It’s a strange sensation, being aware of his affection for you, and the affection itself, having never experienced anything close to it. He could spend hours just sitting there, kissing you, touching you, and even more.

When he pulls away to take off your shirt, Raditz notices that the sky has turned pitch black, leaving your apartment in the dark. It’s morning, the sun was out just a minute ago. You gasp when you notice it too, and you stiffen in his arms. Looking at your face, even in the shadows, he immediately can tell that you know what’s going on.

“What is this?” He asks, staring at you.

He hears you swallow as your hold on his shoulders tightens, but you don’t answer.

Raditz stands up, helping you stay on your feet before he walks to the window to look outside. There’s nothing going on besides the sky being completely obscured. He focuses on detecting energies, but there’s no one who catches his attention.

The darkness only lasts a few minutes before the sun is out again, just in the same spot it was before. He has been on Earth enough to know that hasn’t been a common occurrence on that planet. And there isn’t any moon for it to be an eclipse.

When Raditz turns to look at you, you seem upset, with your brows furrowed and mouth slightly open.

“You know what’s going on. Tell me.” He wants to sound demanding, but he has grown too soft to even raise his voice at you.

You open and close your mouth a few times, and he waits patiently for an explanation, but before he can get one, your phone rings. He’s about to tell you to ignore it, but you quickly turn to pick it up. His eyes follow you, and he listens in to your conversation (as he usually does when you talk on the phone with someone).

“Oh, hi, Bulma… Yeah, I saw. I figured it was you. So Goku is back? Tomorrow? But that’s a month early! Yeah, I know. I’ll be there. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Raditz watches as you hang up, and slowly, very slowly, turn to him. You still look distressed as you lock eyes with him.

“The Saiyans are getting here tomorrow.”

He couldn’t hide the surprised look on his face. Tomorrow? Has it been a year? No, that’s why you said ‘that’s a month early’. It hasn’t been a year, but he has lost track of time to even notice how long it’s been. He’s been too distracted.

“And… They brought Goku back to life. Now you can’t use the Dragon Balls…”

Raditz frowns. He wanted the Dragon Balls to make a wish (immortality, was it?) but he doesn’t really care about that anymore.

You’re looking at him with big eyes, and he understands why you seem so upset now.

When Raditz takes a few steps forward he isn’t really thinking, he just knows that he wants to touch you and feel you close more than ever before. You’re startled by how fast he lunges towards you, and you even gasp when he kisses you. He presses you against the telephone stand, almost tumbling it over, but he really doesn’t care, wrapping his arms tightly around you. He kisses you as if he hasn’t been kissing you the past few days, the past few months, with intensity, tasting your lips and every corner of your mouth.

“Raditz-” You call for him against his lips, clinging to his shoulders. “Wait-”

“I don’t want to wait.” He practically growls, gripping your waist so tight he regrets it, thinking he might have hurt you, but you only hum in response. “I don’t want to talk. Just…”

At a loss of words, he trails off, but luckily you don’t try again.

You only moan his name, and the occasional curse, when Raditz presses you against the mattress moments later, moving in and out of you at a slow pace, kissing you heatedly the entire time, swallowing down all your noises and all the words that escape your lips. He groans your name against your skin every time he comes, holding you close, knowing this time that he will have to let you go once tomorrow arrives.

When he decided that this situation with you was just a distraction in what could only be considered a ‘pause’ in the usual pace of his life, he hadn’t been thinking clearly. He feels like he’s bleeding inside again, for different reasons now.

Raditz stays in bed with you for most of the day (he still knows you’re human, and you can’t possibly keep up with him if he were to actually fuck you all day long, and you both need to eat anyway). For once you don’t talk too much, and he realizes he actually likes it when you do, when you ask him questions or when you quip a witty remark at him.

He doesn’t know what he’s going to do tomorrow.

“You’re not going to go there, are you?” Raditz asks you the next morning, eying you up and down as you sit on the bed, tying up your shoes.

“No, I’m going to be at Kame House.”

“That pink house where we met?”

“Yeah…”

He nods. He doesn’t know why he even asked, if something were to happen to the planet, it wouldn’t matter where you are.

“I’ll take you there.”

“Oh, I can get there myself.” You show him a small smile. “Thank you, though.”

Raditz would argue but it’s better that way. He can say goodbye to you alone here.

As soon as you stand up, he kisses you. You get surprised every time, but you return it just the same. He glides his lips over yours, slow and sweet, as he holds your face. This might be the last time he gets to kiss you, so he makes it last until he feels you’re struggling for air. He’s going to miss that hazy look in your eyes when he breaks a kiss, the look you currently have as he leans his forehead against yours.

Unsure of what to say, Raditz just keeps his eyes locked with yours for a while. You said before you want him to say goodbye whenever he leaves. He doesn’t want to say it, but he does anyway.

“Goodbye.”

His body protests when he takes a step back, his hands on your face leaving you last. You still look distressed, and he waits for a minute, in case you want to say something.

When you don’t, Raditz finally turns to the balcony, opening the door and flying away.

#dbz imagine #dbz fanfiction #dbz fics #raditz x you #raditz x reader #dbz #raditz #my writing #*bs

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thatonelesbianfander · 2 years ago

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My favorite Sanders Sides headcanons that I have that I will add to almost any AU I make:

This is a top 10 list of different headcanons that I have for every side + C!Thomas that I add to every AU I make of the sides. Also included are gender, pronoun, and sexuality headcanons as well as a few extra headcanons with the whole group

Small TW for weapons mention

(Quick little thing: When I’m talking about Thomas I mean C!Thomas)

This took so long to make I swear-

Cut off because this is a really long post

Remus

Achillean/Gay (switches between labels)

They/them nonbinary

1) Remus is autistic (I have a different post about that here so I won’t go into much detail)

2) They likes to doodle on their headphones, so all their pairs of headphones are just covered in stickers and drawings

3) They does pole dancing for sport and are really strong because of it

4) Sometimes Remus will end up falling asleep hanging upside down on their pole and no one knows how or why they do it

5) They have a weapon called a “jack handle” which is a handle with a button that can transform it into any weapon at will

6) Remus has octopus tentacles that they can summon at will, which they usually use as a hammock to lounge around

7) They are very dependent on attention and if they don’t get attention they will be very spiteful, and do things just to annoy people until they are given attention

8) A lot of times, Remus’ll just say the most unhinged things ever and then just be like “Anyways, today I saw a balloon :D”

9) Remus grows their hair out really long that they have to have Janus help them keep it clean

10) Remus likes having their hair played with and combed

Janus

Pansexual

It/they agender

1)Janus plays guitar and has actually written a few songs of its own

2) They work as a lawyer

3) They like to read in its spare time, but usually ends up having to keep Remus near them in order to be able to read for a long time

4) It can transform into a snake at will, which they usually use so they can get some rest while staying near Remus

5) Janus uses a scythe as its main weapon with their cane being used as a prop to give them a more dramatic flair

6) They cannot look casual without looking like a model, they literally do not know how to make a casual outfit because it’s so dramatic

7) Janus likes customizing its hat with different kinds of ribbons and bows for different occasions

8) They have a lot of snake like traits, a couple being bad eyesight, cold blooded, and being hard of hearing sometimes

9) Janus’s shapeshifting tends to go haywire when it’s stressed

10) They suffer from identity issues sometimes because of their shape shifting powers

Roman

Gay

He/she bigender

1) Roman is very protective of his family

2) He has ADHD

3) He is very artistic, being able to draw human anatomy really well, but usually gives up when it comes to faces, leading a bunch of her artworks faceless

4) She only really gets vulnerable about his feelings with people he’s close with and trusts

5) He is very protective of her loved ones, leading herself to get injured a lot trying to protect them

6) Roman has a hyperfixation on Disney, cartoons, and theatre

7) She is a very big theatre person, and performs in almost every community theatre production

8) He is fluent in Spanish, and knows a little French

9) She carries a bag with a sketch book and some art supplies with her wherever he goes

10) Roman can be pretty reckless at times but not as much as Remus

Patton

Asexual omnisexual

He/him trans male

1) Patton likes to bake desserts for all the sides

2) Patton is always the first one asleep in the house

3) He is usually the one who ends up having to stop arguments

4) He is very understanding of what the others need and will make sure to do what he can to help the others

5) He is very good with pets and it usually the person the others go to when they need help with their pets

6) He loves wearing stuff with pastel colors

7) Patton likes to collect stickers and basically everything he has ends up covered in stickers

8) Patton doesn’t like to fight and usually tries to talk things out with the person but will throw hands if he needs to

9) He is very generous and puts others needs before his own, opting to help others with their problems before fixing his own

10) Patton doesn’t have any weapons due to not liking fighting

Virgil

Bisexual

He/they demimale

1) Virgil is usually the last one asleep in the household

2) He likes to collect pins and buttons

3) They are very skilled with knife tricks, sometimes showing off the tricks he learned during gatherings

4) They mostly stay in their room which is dimly lit and quiet

5) He has his old season 1 jacket still hanging in his closet although they never wear it anymore

6) He has a horrible sleep schedule due to insomnia and usually takes a lot of naps during the day

7) They are very good at hiding and bending in due to their darker color pallet

8) They like to collect vinyl records and have a record player in his closet that he plays the records on

9) He is a very big horror movie fan, and watches a bunch of different horror movies (usually also accompanied by Remus)

10) Virgil still likes to use wired headphones but mostly uses Bluetooth ones since they’re easier to use

Logan

Polysexual

He/it agender

1) Logan is the cook of the household

2) Logan tends to get very caught up in its work, sometimes forgetting to eat lunch

3) He secretly loves to sing, and can sometimes be caught quietly singing to himself while working

4) Even though it tends to get caught up in his work, it still has a very good work schedule

5) It likes to keep to schedules and will schedule a bunch of stuff months in advance

6) He likes a lot of things that would seem “girly” to other people and thinks gender roles are stupid

7) One whole side of his room is just a library of books that he’s collected

8) It’s a really big fan of comic book but doesn’t admit it

9) It likes to volunteer as a librarian sometimes, and will help the local libraries

10) He has the most healthy diet out of everyone in the group

C!Thomas

Gay

He/him cis male

1) Thomas is a father figure to Remus and Roman, helping the two through anything they’re going through

2) He is the only one in the group who’s able to hold everyone together

3) He wears a flower clip in his hair with the petals colored to each of the side’s colors

4) He cannot keep a houseplant alive even if his life depended on it

5) He is very dedicated to his acting career

6) He likes to collect little trinkets like stones, shells, leafs, etc whenever he goes somewhere and has a big box of stuff in his closet

7) Thomas is very protective of the group but knows how not to put his life at risk while protecting the others

8) He is very thoughtful of the others feelings, and is usually the person the group goes to if they need comfort

9) Thomas loves to buy new Lego sets so much that the others usually have to convince him that he doesn’t need a new set

10) He likes trying out new things from time to time and sometimes picks up a new hobby because of it

Extras: Group

Ships: Demus/Dukeceit, and sometimes LAMP

Remus, Janus, and Roman are all best friends

Roman and Remus have a really good sibling bond, they like joking around with each other and will comfort each other when one feels sad

The twins will sometimes end up getting themselves into trouble because one decided to encourage the other’s stupid decisions

Remus and Virgil are very competitive when it comes to Just Dance and will both cheat each other over if they play together

Roman and Remus both have matching masks of those theater masks with Remus having the smiling one and Roman having the frowning one

Roman and Remus will have duals in the mindpalace for fun

#thatonelesbianfander #sanders sides #thomas sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #demus #dukeceit #sanders sides headcanon #tw weapons #tw weapons mention

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starry-blue-echoes · 2 years ago

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So, before I get into some of the specific ideas I have about the StarSwap AU, I would like to get a general clarification first.

Specifically, when do the swaps happen?

Because in the posts I’ve seen about Jotaro in Josuke’s body, the Jotaro involved is the one from the beginning of Stardust Crusaders, having just discovered Star Platinum.

This matched my original assumption, that the Joestars were swapped to and from the beginning of their respective adventures.

However, in the many posts about Jospeh in Gionro’s body the writing suggests that this Jospeh has been already been through part of his bizarre adventure, at least to the point of getting the poison rings.

This goes against my initial assumption.

So, when do the swaps take place? At what point in each bizarre adventure to the Joestar swap from, and where do they swap to?

(because I imagine Giorno won’t swap to partway through Jospeh’s adventure, since that would rob him of even more context for what is going on)

In addition to the Josuke/Jotaro and Giorno/Jospeh swaps, this will also have a pretty big effect on the Jolene/Jonathan swap. Depending on if the swap happens before or after Jolyne scratches herself with the stand arrow, either Jolyne or Jonathan won’t get a stand imeadiatley, and if Jonathan swaps away two early, he might never learn hamon.

(Hope this doesn’t come of as me being too critical. I really like this AU. But I also like a consistent timeline.)

Don't worry, I'm honestly surprised it took someone this long to ask about it, I haven't been that clear about it jsrbvjsbrjvs-

The one solid consistency through all of them is that the Jojo in question is sent over at minimum a week before the adventure kicks off properly, and..... admittedly how much they remember from their respective parts is a bit more inconsistent, but this is the general outline for each:

Jonathan gets sent over sometime after his training with Zeppeli begins but before the fight with Tarkus and Bruford. I wanted the Hamon Users to be able to actually use their Hamon and to give them something to put them on equal footing with the Stand Users. When he's sent over into Jolyne's shoes, he's either in jail awaiting the trial, or he's sent over a day or two before the accident that landed her in jail in the first place

Joseph, similarly to Jonathan, is sent over pretty late in his training on Air Supplena. He also knows about the existence of the Aja, but it's still before the fight with Esidisi, which I think is about a 3ish day window. He then wakes up a week before Giorno would've met Koichi and Bucciarati and spends most of his time generally trying to figure shit out and doing what he can to make Giorno's life a bit nicer for when the kid gets back

I'll admit..... Jotaro's exact Send Over is a bit more difficult to pin down. I want it to be at least a few days into the journey to Egypt so he has at least a basic understanding of Stands but is still very very lost and inexperienced in the matter. He arrives in the Higashikata's house a week before the first episode and thus a week before the first day of high school starts

In contrast to that, Josuke's is much easier. He hasn't started any of Part 4 since he's already familiar with Crazy D, and wakes up a week before Holly gets sick. While he doesn't lock himself in a cell, his Off behavior and the minor things he does with Crazy D eventually get Holly to call her father because she knows he's more experienced with Magic Shit

Giorno's is also pretty easy, he gets sent over a few days before the start of Part 5 because he's also already aware of Stands, and wakes up a few days before Part 2 kicks off but after Joseph and Erina had moved to New York

Jolyne though....... that's where I'm a bit more unsure. Definitely a few days into the prison stay, so she's got Stone Free, but I'm torn between having her come from before or after Jotaro's visit. And then the exact when she arrives in the past is even more undecided. Definitely after Danny's died, but honestly it could be anywhere in between the days afterward and a few months before Dio attempts his second patricide (Jolyne's really getting the isekai experience isn't she-)

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scover-va · 1 year ago

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Oh yeah since ive realized i cant do one big masterpost abt my security breach rewrite like i wanted due to image limit stuff (i did all the art on my phone and trying to get it on desktop is a painful process), im just making lil snippet posts to slowly feed you guys information. As per usual, it’s a long post so all the info will be under the cut

Starting off! Protagonist role is shifted over to Vanessa (Gregory still plays a decently important role story-wise, but he loses his protag rights), the ‘gameplay’ (said like that bc its hypothetical. Im not making a game) being split into two sections: the Dayshift Phase, and the Nightshift Phase.

Dayshift Phase (which is the focus of this post) is very simple in nature, but also the part that I have less specific details for at the moment due to it being less impactful on the overall story.

Essentially, Vanessa spends this phase running a variety of errands and tasks within the Pizzaplex, spread across over the span of a 5 day work week. For obvious reasons. While the majority of tasks come from whoever her higher ups are (the newest ceo of fazent will be revealed in a later post), there are a few oddballs mixed in thanks to the 80’s serial killer that lives inside her head. Because we’re ignoring Mimic in this au. At least for now. William has no physical presence in the rewrite though, he’s moreso haunting the narrative just as much as he’s haunting Vanessa. It’s complicated and I’ll get into the changes in a different posts where I’ll discuss the changes that have been made to the Glitchtrap situation, as well as discuss the other employees mentioned in Help Wanted.

The map itself doesn’t change too much. Glamrock Bonnie gets to live in this au (i needed him alive and present for. Reasons I’ll discuss when I get to the Nightshift Phase) and Glamrock Chica gets an actual, proper attraction, which is a rollerskating rink. Yes this means her feet/talons/whatever-the-term-is double as heelys.

But, to start off, here’s the main gal herself!

Vanessa, obviously, gets the rainbow hair back. Because it was the most iconic part of Vanny before SB came out imo. She’s a bit more of an anxious mess, but I would be too if I was under the psychological influence of a serial killer. Her job pretty much stays the same, now working both dayshift and nightshift at the Pizzaplex. Because in true FazEnt fashion, the employees are not treated fantastically.

She doesn’t like talking about either of the founders for wildly different reasons. William because she’s forced to co-exist with him and he has caused great internal suffering over the past five years (Help Wanted takes place in 2033, whereas Security Breach takes place in 2038, so it’s been a long five years for her), and Henry for reasons I’ve touched up on in the past and will further discuss in a later post.

And without further ado, here is her collection of coworkers! Minus her boss

And essentially all information you see here is all the information I have on them, besides a few minor facts. I won’t state them here partially because it’s an uneven amount of facts between them all and partially because tumblr is now running incredibly slow, however if anyone asks things I can and will answer to the best of my ability. Will I ever figure out the specifics for the dayshift phase’s tasks? Maybe! We’ll see

Anyways that’s all for now, I just wanted to show off the girl of the hour as well as her coworkers before I resumed today’s fnaftober piece because it relates to vanny in the ruin part of the rewrite and giving details for the ruin part before the base game part feels wrong. Alright thats all ty

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heckinconfusedparade · 2 years ago

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Hey, here's something I've been wanting to do, and your latest post about sonic prime has given me the best way to start it. Ok so we know the paradox prism created the shattered space but what if, it literally did by separating prime sonics universe but it created a bubble (the shattered space) that isolated it from the rest of the multiverse stopping the different universes from stabilizing including prime sonics universe and instead all of sonics friends do exist they just exist as different aspects of their personalities in their au selfs (ex. Nine the scared and angry child that tails still probably is even if it was a small part of him at the beginning of the show.) and when sonic finally realize he only has one Shard he needs to find and combine that's when nine tells him the harsh truth if sonic fixes the prism it will merg all the shattered space universe back into prime sonics universe but none of his friends will remember what happened except sonic and shadow and all of them would basically disappear with their original selves only having weird deja vu every now and than. What would sonics reaction be to this. I know this is long and also darker than what you normally do, but I feel like the show might actually go here, sort of. Of course you could also go the happier route and have nine mention it's only 50 chance of that happening and the other 50 being the prime sonics universe is brought back and the shattered space universes still get to stay.

Oh so you want me to write about if the prism came back together, those shatter verses will cease to be visitable because they’re just fragments of Sonics world focused on certain aspects of personalities his friends have? The prism being back together would isolate those universes, making it too unstable to pull things out and put things in.

I think I get it!

They finally had it. The last prism shard. It’s been a crazy ride.

The chaos council is no more, the tree people are no longer hungry, and Dread is legendary once more.

Sonic holds the shard which is encased in a special seal Nine made so it wont send him somewhere else. Shadow is so glad it’s all over now.

“I guess.. This is it.” Sonic holds up the shard “the last one.. then we can finally go home, Shadow.”

Shadow nods “its about time. I was starting to think you were getting slower.”

Sonic laughs “HAH! Never!”

Nine approaches from behind them with Rebel, Knucks, and Rusty Rose who is no longer following any orders.

Knucks is the first to speak up “Hey. Uh. Sonic? We just wanted to say.. thank you. For everything.”

Rebel gives the hedgehogs a fond smile “thanks, Blue. And thank you, Shadow.”

“Thank you.. I’m free now. I’ll never be the me I once was, but I think I can make do.” Says Rusty.

Nine approaches forward “S..Sonic.. there’s something I have to tell you.”

“Yea, buddy?”

“When you reform the prism, it will isolate the shatterverse. When it was broken, the barriers between us and other realities besides the original became thin enough to travel through.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that once this shards are back together, you’ll be sent back to your world, but we’ll be forced to stay in our own. No leaving, no coming back. Each shard seems to have a different focus.. like we’re fragments of the personality of someone else.”

Sonic blinks a few times. His head hurts and his chest is heavy “but.. I want to see you all again.”

“As much as I… we. Would like that, I don’t think it’s possible. The data of the shards are able to be analyzed, but their power cannot be replicated as strong as the real deal. If we were to figure out how to travel through warps again, I doubt we would be able to exit the confines of the shatter space.”

Shadow nods “I see. There’s no going back. But what will happen with you?”

Nine looks back up at the two “time will go on. Without you. Without Sonic. You’ll be essentially erased from here. We won’t remember you very well. I can’t say the extent of it.” he blinks back tears.

Sonics eyes widen. He doesn’t want to cry. Not in front of them. “Oh.. Nine.”

“So that’s it? We don’t remember them?” Knucks exclaims in shock “all that and WE WONT REMEMBER THEM??”

Rebel places a hand on Knucks’ shoulder “calm down.. it’s not his fault.”

Knucks sighs “I know…”

Rusty goes up to Sonic “I do not know how much data will remain of you. But I will try to preserve it the best I can.”

“Thanks for trying, Rusty..” Sonic forces a smile.

They approach the contraption built to put all the shards together at once and give the last empty arm the last shard.

Sonic feels a tap on his back. He turns around and faces Nine who’s trying so hard to hold it together. But looking into Sonics eyes, he crumbles “I DONT WANT TO FORGET YOU!” he dives into Sonics arms “I’m not ready for you to go.. you’re the greatest friend I’ve ever had. The first friend I ever had..” he clings tighter “I’m not ready..I..” he breaks into sobs. Sonic kneels down to fully hug Nine. He feels his own tears prick his eyes. “I’m not ready either.. but it has to be done..” Nine frees his tails from their metal counterparts, using them to wrap around Sonic.

When they separate, Sonic wipes Nine’s tears away “you’re gonna be ok. I’ll always be somewhere cheering you on no matter what.”

Nine nods “and I’ll be always with you.. through Tails.”

Sonic stands up.

Shadow hasn’t known these guys for long, but he’s still sad he has to say goodbye. “Goodbye all. I will never forget you.”

Sonic looks along his friends and whines “man, I hate goodbyes. How bout this? ILL MISS YOU!”

The shards are put together and Sonic and Shadow are thrown through time and space, being tossed in every direction, until it finally stops.

Sonic sits up. He’s in the cave where the prism originally was.

“Sonic!” Shadow jogs over to him from the mouth of the cave “we made it.”

They hear groans around them.

Tails, Knuckles, Amy, Rouge and Eggman sit up holding their heads.

“What.. happened?” Mumbles Tails.

Upon hearing his voice, Sonic rushes over to him and picks him up to hold his little brother “Tails!! Oh man, Tails I missed you so much.”

“Sonic??” Tails is confused.

“I’m so sorry Tails, I shoulda listened to you! Are you ok??”

“Yeah.. I’m fine. What’s going on?”

Sonic has no time to answer before he’s gathering the rest of his friends in a group hug. They’re surprised he’s hugging them, but won’t deny him. He even pulls Shadow into it, who doesn’t run away, he just stands there, looking like he’s going to murder Sonic in his sleep.

“Whats gotten into you?“ Amy giggles.

“A bad case of love for my besties!” Sonic gushes then pauses “where did that come from?? Oh god, Shadow, I think the wormhole messed up by head.”

Shadow let’s out the smallest chuckle.

Sonic gasps “was that a laugh? SHADOW DID I MAKE YOU LAUGH??”

Shadow hides his smile “no..”

Rouge pinches Shadows cheek “nah, I think I see a little grin there~!”

Knuckles laughs “I guess there’s to Shadow than shadows!”

Eggman sits up “HEY WHERED THE PRISM GO??”

Shadow wipes his gloves “oh yea I threw it away. You’ll never find it.”

“NOOOOO! CURSE YOU HEDGEHOGS!! Orbot, Cubot, REPAIR THE EGGMOBILE!”

Sonic tells his friends to the best of his ability what had happened. He’s gotten the story down! He’s told it many times.

The others are trying to take this all in, but it’s going to take a while to fully understand.

The main thing is, everything’s ok now.

As for Nine and the others? They forget Sonic and Shadow, just like predicted. But things have changed and they KNOW someone had to have helped. Rusty does have some data left over.. she’s working on retrieving the rest.

They’re building a new world just like Nine wanted, just not in another world. Their own, reformed. Soon Green Hills will be restored.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic prime #shadow the hedgehog #nine the fox #renegade knucks #rebel rouge #rusty rose

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violets-in-her-arms-writes · 2 years ago

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Thanks @iloveyou-writers for this tag game!

Rules : fill in the blanks with as much or little detail as you would like and tag some writer friends to play too. (you can find the original post here)

Hi ! My name is Cécile (at least online it is, I’ve had enough stranger-danger talks in school to know better than to give my actual name). I usually write fantasy, science-fiction or urban fantasy, but I’ve dabbled in a few other genre (even poetry… It was a dark dark time XD), and I write about fate vs. free will, rewriting the past, the weight of immortality, over-powered women. And lesbians.

I am a sfw writer (most of the time... I’ve written like three sex scenes and it’s not good so you won’t see any unless I get marginally better at writing them 💀) , but I do tend to write about blood and violence – no sexual violence tho. Tropes you will never find in my writing include Dom/sub relationships because I don’t like strong power imbalance in my ships, but other than that I’m drawing a blank.

In my humble opinion, the best text I’ve ever written… has never been posted. Sorry. It might change one day but for now it’s going to stay in my drive with the 550 other projects. But if you’re curious, it’s a one-shot from the POV of a secondary character, who reminisces about the main character (Lorelei, love of my life) and all the secrets she carries and the weight of her (numerous) sins. I love it because of the dichotomy between what he says and what he keeps quiet, the things he allows to spill from his lips and what he’s trying to forget. At the end of the day, when he talks about her, he says nothing. Nothing true, nothing real, nothing of import. My all time favourite character is Lorelei Douxruisseau, she’s the High Priestess of the goddess of revenge Némésis, she’s immortal, has too much power, is half-mad and as a frankly codependent relationship with her goddess. She’s a god-killer, law-maker, rule-breaker witch and she’s my baaaaby.

(Yes, I do realize that I’ve only talked about a story I��ve never mentioned on tumblr, but that’s not my fault, this project is my favourite and I’m too far into it to just start making a wip page for it. The main novel (that I’m writing with my best friend) is sitting at 250k and we’re not even done with the first book, and the AU I wrote for it is already in its third installment. I wouldn’t even know where to begin…. I’m always down to talk about it tho)

(La Fledgling is my youngest child, I love her but she’s just babie, she can’t compare yet)

Something I would love (euuuh kinda) for you to know about my writing is more of a warning actually: I change WIP reeeallly often. I get tired of one, so I start writing for something else. I have at least three different projects ready to go at any given time so don’t be surprise if at some point I stop talking about my lesbian vampires to tell you about aliens or angels or even witches. I’ll come back to La Fledgling eventually but it might take a few months. ^^

Thank you for reading my ramblings about characters you’ve never heard of and probably won’t hear about again XD Now I challenge @flowerprose, @thewriteflame, @lena-rambles & @cherrybombfangirlwrites (who are going to get tired of me tagging them in so many things…)

#écriture #tag games #wip: witch's time

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noperopesaredope · 2 years ago

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Jacob & Coco Across the Universe (Post-Canon Collector AU): Collector Lore (Pt. 1)

A messy and disorganized post explaining some of my Collector lore for Jacob & Coco.

A Collector is born from a star. Specifically, a Collector is born every time a micronova occurs (look up micronovas. They’re interesting, but little is known about them currently. Sorry if I bs some of the science). Within the stream of energy the smaller star is absorbing from the larger star, a tiny miracle will occur, and a being will be created from a portion of the energy being transferred between the two. This being is often known as Collector, though they are occasionally referred to as a Starlight. The two stars which the Collector was born from are considered their “parents”, and Collectors born from the same stars are considered “siblings.” A group of siblings (who always live together) is called a family.

As babies, Collectors don’t have any particular rank or responsibilities like older Collectors. They just do all the stuff that babies do and are cared for by their siblings (unless they are currently an only child. In that case, they will be raised by an older Collector until they can live independently). However, they don’t go through all the same stages as human babies. Baby Collectors tend to start out like the average 9 month old human, able to crawl around and such, but not yet able to walk. They can float slightly whilst in space, but are always curled up when floating, and not very high or for very long.

Once they are no longer toddlers, Collectors will gain new responsibilities. They will still be treated as children, but they do have certain “chores” and such. Once they reach the right age, they will begin learning how to actually collect things. They will start accompanying their older siblings on less dangerous missions

When a Collector reaches maturity and has collected a certain amount of items, they often end up ascending to the rank of Archivist. Archivists hold the responsibility of actually storing and taking care of the many things they and other Collectors may have gathered.

There are other ranks, but these are the most important ones right now.

An important thing that we learn early on in the AU is actually quite important to the function of the story, a bit of the lore, and might even make the Collector’s exit a most satisfying conclusion. During the MLP crossover, at some point, Coco will mention that they won’t be staying for too long, about a few weeks to a few months at most. They will definitely come back in a few years at most, but they can’t really deal with sticking around for more than a year, at least, not at that point in time.

He explains that not only did he promise to take Jacob all around the universe, but that his species is actually nomadic, and rarely stays in one place for too long. They mainly stay long enough to collect things and bring them back to their ship, something common for a group of Collectors to have. They all feel most comfortable moving around and discovering new places, collecting new things. So traveling around the universe is actually a very happy fate for Coco, as they were forced to stay in one place for so long without even getting to collect anything new. Even if they were perfectly happy with the idea of staying with King and friends, Coco would have felt the urge to leave at one point or another.

Collector families tend to spend most of their time exploring the universe in a family traveling vessel the size of a small moon. This moon-like ship is made out of materials orbiting their stars, and the older siblings make said ships together as a group. The ship is mostly hollow and maze-like, a vast temple for archiving, sometimes even structured like a museum. On the surface of the ship, they will often have a small palace made for the family to live in. The palaces are typically shaped like crowns and have intricate decorations.

The reason they have these ships is not just for storing, but for traveling around quickly, as Collectors are a very nomadic species. They strongly prefer to travel in close groups, but can travel separately from their family, as long as they find other traveling companions.

Collectors are very diverse in their definition of collecting, and they will often use different methods to collect, or will collect different types of things. Each has preferences for how they choose to preserve, and some are very different from others. At some point in the story, our Collector will have a realization about themselves and their personal method of collecting, one that is a bit different from the traditional methods. I’m pretty excited about that, but I won’t spoil it right now.

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That’s all for this post. I’ll make more later, specifically how Collector society and culture works.

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babygirlthor · 2 years ago

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1 + 17 for the writer asks — thot-son-of-odin

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

usually it's Arial 11 point font. it's the default but i dont really like writing in other fonts. i like Verdana too but don't use it much! i usually only switch it from Arial if i'm bored but sometimes i change it before proofreading too. i've tried writing in other fonts or doing the 'comic sans trick' but i really prefer Arial

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

currently i'm working on an excerpt for this insanely complicated AU idea. as in, this could easily be a long fic with several arcs, i however,, dont want to write it all so last week i started writing a little snippet of it instead. where it's at now i consider it "complete" but i'm adding some context so it's readable to everyone else that doesn't know the entire lore XD

fun fact, this AU has at least four different versions! i'm just a bit feral over this idea. the one i'm writing now is the third in this AU lol. i have a little document with notes/summaries for each of them because they're fun to think about even tho most of it wont get written. it's a fem thor AU and I think nearly every whump trope that could work for this AU has been considered-- poor thor has gotten whumped HARD.

it's not really mentioned in the fic (at least not this snippet), but thor is raised as a boy in early childhood. Odin changed his mind as thor develops what he considers feminine traits. in the first/original version, shortly after this decision loki is sent away to military camp and when he returns thor has completely changed and been taught by frigga how to behave as a "proper lady".

in another AU, loki stays/isnt sent off for some time. fun fact, i consider my most recent fic "my pillow holds the screams of me" a part of this AU ^^;

In AU #3, thor is the one that is sent away. she's sent off to a finishing school and comes back completely changed. yay bonus trauma for both of them :D

that is just some details that aren't mentioned in the WIP, but hopefully a bit more of the rest will actually make it into the snippet i'm writing XD and hopefully i will,, write more snippets for it. maybe. and i've also done a few whumpy drawings for this AU!! i might post them at some point lol

#the snippet im writing mentions almost none of this whoops #i gotta add more context still #i got halfway through writing this and went 'wow i really shouldve picked a simpler WIP to talk about' XD #i dont think any of this is new information for you but i ofc love talking about this AU and how i've traumatized thor so hfgsdkjfs #ty for the ask <3

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inferi-ous · 1 year ago

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I adore Starchaser (Jegulus/Sunseeker)! ❤️💚 I also love bartylus. I read most ships, actually, but those are my faves right now (i contain multitudes).

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I haven’t read the Harry Potter books in years at this point. I do watch the movies from time to time. I am aware of all the issues in the canon, including the racism, antisemitism, fatphobia, sexism, and homophobia (and more 😬). I am very critical with the original material when I engage in it. I do not financially support Joanne in any way.

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I know the criticisms about being in this fandom and I still choose to be here, and I’m the one who has to deal with what that means.

My Fics (under cut)

Headache (starchaser, trans regulus, AU - royalty/arranged marriage, Explicit, WIP)

Prince Regulus Black always knew a few things about marriage: he wouldn’t get to choose his partner, he would marry a man (because his parents would never see him as a man), and that it would be loveless. His new husband, James Potter, can try to change Regulus’s mind about that last one, but he won’t. He doesn’t care that James is kind and patient and very attractive. No, love is not in the cards for Regulus. A story about learning to love and learning to be loved.

James, the Sun (starchaser, background wolfstar and marylily, trans regulus, AU, Mature, 23.9k)

James has been struggling with feeling like he’s too much ever since he and Lily divorced. He’s trying to balance fatherhood, his newly found bachelorhood, and the fact that Sirius keeps disappearing for weeks trying to find his long lost brother, Regulus. When Regulus comes back into Sirius’ life things get even more complicated. OR James is the sun and Regulus tries not to burn.

fool for you (starchaser, Band AU, Mature, 6.5k)

Hard rock lead singer Regulus Black is possibly in love with his brother’s best friend, James Potter (okay, he definitely is). He gets inspired to write a sappy love song and it leaves his fans wondering: who’s got Regulus so soft?

say "don't go" (starchaser, AU, Mature, 1.4k)

i would stay forever if you say, “don’t go.” Lately, things have been rocky for James and Regulus, but all James needs to hear are two simple words.

Hard Days (starchaser, trans regulus, AU, Teen, 1.1k)

Regulus wakes up with body dysphoria and seeks out his boyfriend, James.'

The Best Boyfriend (starchaser, trans regulus (mentioned), AU, Teen, 1.5k)

Regulus has the best boyfriend. Even if he makes him worry sometimes.

My Blood (Regulus & Sirius, Canon Compliant, Mature, 3k, Major Character Death)

Sirius came back home for Regulus. Sirius protected Regulus the best he could, until the end.

#posting to pin #about me #shouts into the ether #might add more later

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pastthebutterflies · 2 years ago

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Through the Vents to Grandmother’s House

Part one of a silly little au I’ve had in the back of my head for years now. Webby and the triplets have swapped places in a sense and yes, I would absolutely love to ramble about this au, thanks for asking!

Ao3

When Webby first arrives at McDuck manor, she can’t quite believe her eyes.

The main foyer alone is enough to make her jaw drop, never mind the rest of the house, including her bedroom.

When Granny went missing, Webby wasn’t sure what she had expected to happen. Most likely, she would have been shipped off to one of Granny’s former partners from her old business until she had been found and safely returned home. She could have stayed with Mr. Drake or maybe Doctor Hooter, from accounting.

However, what she hadn’t expected (not today, not yesterday. Not ever, if she was honest) was to be dropped at the doorstep of Scrooge McDuck, patriarch of the renowned adventuring family, the richest duck in the world, and, apparently, dear old friend to one Bentina Beakley.

She clutches her suitcase (the only thing she had been able to pack in time) a little tighter as she stares up at the driver who had picked her up- a talkative, red-haired man. Launchpad, apparently- and who Webby was pretty sure was the Della Duck staring down at her from the doorway.

“Hey, kiddo,” Della said, awkwardly waving at her like she wasn’t quite sure what else to do. And yeah, that was most definitely her, Webby had heard her voice enough times on Granny’s old radio, reliving adventures from her childhood, to know.

Now though, that same voice, usually so excited and lilting, is tinged with nerves Webby didn’t know she posessed. Della and Launchpad exchange a glance that Webby is pretty sure she isn’t supposed to catch, then look back to her. Launchpad clears his throat.

“So! If you’ll follow me, Mr. McD has a room set up for you until we find your grandm- ack!” Launchpad winces harshly as Della’s elbow meets his ribcage, sharp enough that Webby can practically hear the thud from where she stands.

“Let’s find that room, huh?”

They trail down the hall and up a flight of stairs, then circle through a maze of more hallways, all lined with lightly swinging doors, until they reach the only one still locked tight. Here, Launchpad slips off, leaving Della with a small, rounded key and a nod to Webby, his lumbering footsteps fading behind them.

“You can decorate however you want,” Della says as she turns the key in the lock. “I don’t know what you were able to bring, but we can pick up whatever you’re missing, or see if the boys have it, they won’t mind.”

“The boys?” She asks. Webby knew Della had sons, but after continuous threats from old enemies of Scrooge’s, they had largely been kept from the public eye. Rumor had it they sometimes popped up in town, but nothing substantial had ever come from it and, by now, no one knew them well enough to recognize the three if they did.

Della brightens. She lets the door swing open and together, they step inside.

“My sons,” she explains. “They should be in their rooms right now, finishing their lessons, but you’ll see them later. Dinner is in a few hours, take some time to settle in and explore if you want.”

It’s a bigger space than Webby is used to. At home, her room was at least half the size with her bed in one corner and a cluster of shelves stuffed with books and old notepads under the window. It was small, but it was hers and some nights, if she was quiet, she could hear Granny sparring down the hall.

Now though, the silence is deafening and she is reminded all over again how utterly alone she is here. Della and the others, as nice as they appear, weren’t her grandmother. Granny may have trusted Scrooge to look after Webby in her absence, but Scrooge has yet to show his face, much less help her or Granny get back where they belong.

“Hey,” Della says. She kneels and gently rests a hand on Webby’s shoulder. “Your grandma is a tough lady, we’re gonna bring her home.”

Della’s tone is sincere, polished off with a small smile, different from the ones she’s seen in photos over the years. More genuine, like it has been reserved just for her. Something about it tells Webby that she means it. Della, and the rest of the family, she hopes, are going to help her fix this. One way or another.

Webby just isn’t sure how long she’s willing to wait.

Della leaves Webby to her devices soon after.

Her bag is slumped next to the door. She hadn’t had time to pack much before Launchpad had arrived, so she mostly has clothes and a few odds and ends she remembered to take before she left.

She drags it across the carpet and to the dresser, laying out shirts and skirts and sweaters in neat rows like she would any other day. The room, even as she fills it with her presence, feels cavernous and overwhelming, like she could shout and hear the echo all through the night, a stark reminder that, no matter how nice it may be, this room, this house, isn’t where she belongs.

Tears well up in her eyes as the realization hits her. Webby slumps against the dresser, pulls her knees to her chest, and sighs. She keeps her eyes shut tight against the tips of her knees. Granny has never been the type to disappear, not without a good reason. She’s gone on long trips before, sure, mostly to help old friends out of a bind. But she always came back and never would have left without telling Webby. What happened today- it wasn’t like her. Granny had left the night before, she wasn’t supposed to be gone longer than a night.

But only Launchpad had been waiting when Webby had returned from school.

There was a mishap, he said. Granny was gone. No one knew where she went, much less where to find her. Granny was, for all intents and purposes, gone. Webby doesn’t quite know what to do with that.

Suddenly, before Webby can sink further into the hole she finds herself spiraling into, a creak echoes across the room. She freezes.

Granny raised her with a stark paranoia surrounding the rest of the world. Every bump in the night had been a risk if left unchecked and Webby had given endless lessons on self defense as a result. Blocks to kicks to flips, drilling her over and over again until Webby could fight a grown duck in her sleep.

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