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phyrestartr · 1 year ago

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Divine Favour | Sukuna x Kitsune!Reader (Pt.1)

W/C: 3.5k #full is NSFW, mild yuuji/reader, yuuji and gang are v early 20s, heian sukuna, male reader, typical kitsune shapeshifting, mentions of abuse, canon typical violence, morally grey reader, sukuna has FEELINGS but is BAD AT FEELINGS, unhealthy relationships, power imbalance, dubcon elements, soz if anything is clunky asdkjf; i can only reread the same fic so many times for editing sadge

A/N: Decided to separate this into parts since I'm dying to post some of it lol I've held it in a chokehold in the shadows of my WIPs for too long, some of it has to come out before I explode o(--( there is more to come!

tag: @nyanwko @kamote-kuneho @better-imagination-9

The scripture was incomplete, worn away by age.

…herein lays the God...imprisoned...by...Disgraced One…

Yet the society felt this, the coffin uncovered decades ago, could be an invaluable asset. The vessel was decrepit and ancient, yet still stood strong against the test of time and the wear of nature. Seal papers, no doubt left by a monk of sorts, covered the entirety of its surface, hiding away rotting wood and rusted bands of metal from modern sorcerer's curious eyes.

Few knew why the higher ups kept the vessel under lock and key. Fewer knew why they kept it at all; however, those few understood the importance of such a relic. They'd been the ones to seek it out, to steal it away before malicious forces took it for themselves, warping the supposed deity inside for their own, malevolent purpose, whatever that may be.

And with Ryoumen Sukuna's fingers being found one by one, they could not allow anyone to possess humanity's failsafe: you. A great being imprisoned by the devil.

“Anything?” Gojo trilled, patting Yuuji’s shoulders frantically as he stood behind him and beheld the wooden tub covered in sigils.

“Uh…” Yuuji tried to focus on Sukuna’s presence inside of him. He didn’t seem intrigued or frightened, nor did he seem too bothered with the idea of them trying to smite him down with a sealed god–he was, however, annoyed that Yuuji continued to poke and prod at him.

Piss off, runt.

“Yep. Nope. Sukuna doesn't care,” Yuuji sighed. “He's getting all pissy now that I'm bothering him, though.”

Gojo laughed and patted Yuuji's shoulders a few more times before all but twirling towards the bound box. “Well, that's a pretty good sign that he's not the one that did this, then! In that case,” he started, walking up to the seal papers keeping everything locked down, “let's pop ‘er open.”

Before Yuuji could even wonder if that was a good idea, the white-haired witch used an overzealous amount of cursed energy and disintegrated every scrap of seal paper.

Yuuji braced for impact. Surely something terrible like a bankai or a spirit bomb would send them flying once the coffin came undone. Surely they'd pay for this, for unleashing whatever godly spirit laid locked up for far too long, only to release it back into the modern age and–

“Huh. Weird.”

Yuuji cracked open an eye and saw the dull shine of tattered onyx fur, and his control slipped with a blitz of vertigo.

Markings flared across his skin as he stormed toward the coffin, heart howling with thoughts and memories crashing through a shared mind; a face he didn't know but knew so well bloomed at the forefront of it all, eyes framed in pointed scarlet, skin bathed in ancient, dappled sunlight.

They reached the edge of the coffin and gripped the edges, splintering the wood as they took in the sight; crimson and curse decay pooled around a figure, curled up and half-submerged. Several black, tattered tails spilled free from the tub, no longer crushed from the force of the lid sealing them inside, but they were bent awkwardly and matted with whatever tincture lay at the bottom.

Then there was the so-called god in the middle of it all–you. Still. Quiet. Curled up in a haori far too big for you. Eyes closed. Almost peaceful.

Confusion tore at Sukuna while nausea ripped through Yuuji; he couldn't bear to look at such a morose scene.

So, Sukuna pushed him aside.

[Heian Era]

You were never supposed to be anything more than a trinket.

You were a gift from some family trying to show off for Sukuna, so much so that they offered him a delicacy, something he surely didn't have yet–a yokai. A kitsune, to be more exact. One with peculiar black tails.

Sukuna found it interesting, and similarly desperate, to be brought such a creature as tribute. Certainly, it was meant to be seen as a high honour, yet somehow it felt…off. Why would humans give up something so powerful?

Unexpectedly, it'd be you who told him.

They submit me for the sake of convenience and mockery, your withering voice whispered where no one else could hear. You sounded weak. Tired. Maybe afraid, yet brave enough to reach towards the king and unveil the intentions of the men who brought you before him.

Sukuna's eyes flicked to you, his feigned interest in what the sorcerers said falling straight into dismissal. You were much more intriguing.

“Oh?” Sukuna asked, a smile creeping onto his face. The speakers ceased their jabbering and stared at your back with fierce intensity. Sukuna grinned wider. Oh, how he loved the way fear twisted mortal faces.

You didn't shift or crumple into yourself under the eyes of so many, however. You pushed on with what little energy and life you had, so intent on dragging that clan through the mud.

What I say is true, you assured simply. I expect to die today–

“Speak so everyone hears you, fox,” Sukuna commanded.

“--so I–I–” you coughed and cleared your throat, trying to rid your voice of the scratchy, weakness it struggled through. “I wish to not die with regrets.

"They have rendered me ill and unable to produce children, they see the black of my tails and regard me as an ill omen; yet they bring me to you, daring to spin sweet tales about the value of such an offering. But they lie,” You hissed. Your eyes glinted with molten malice, and Sukuna fell captivated.

“They throw me to you as they would diseased meat to dogs.”

The courtyard fell silent, and Sukuna basked in it. You really were such a little troublemaker. A quietly chaotic force of nature.

The king stood, rolling his shoulders as he did, and his pride flared as you dropped to your knees before him in respect. He walked to you and patted your head as one might a child's before appraising the sorcerers stood before him.

“What a disappointment,” Sukuna sighed, raising another hand. The couple took up position, pooling their cursed energy in hopes of fending off the monster standing before them. The effort was quite cute. “Here I thought your clan might actually earn my mercy.” His hand dropped as the two lunged. Then, the two clansmen fell, too, both in neat, vertical halves. Quite overkill, yes, but he had a point to make.

Where he expected a reaction from you, he got nothing. Only panting and poorly-stifled coughs came from you, racking through the entirety of your skin and bones frame. Sukuna could see it up close now, the way your body trembled from fatigue, the sickly greying of your skin, the scent of disease clinging to you.

That wouldn't do. Sukuna liked his things to be in good shape.

“Uraume,” Sukuna droned as he stared down at you, “fix this.”

It took some time, but you managed to recover. It was an unnerving experience, with the way Uraume tended to you with sincerity. Perhaps it was genuinity born from their devotion to Ryoumen Sukuna, but you greedily soaked it in, filling your stomach with the care they offered you.

Sukuna didn't bother much with you, not that you really minded; you were much more content to be fed and forgotten than hunted down by the creature that supposedly took ownership of you without enforcing it. If he didn't cause harm or good, if he simply existed somewhere else and forgot you breathed the same air as him, you'd still be at peace.

But he was more intrigued than you gave him credit for.

“Ho? So this is where you scamper off to,” Sukuna hummed, leaning over you as you dozed in the nice little spot you'd made for yourself in the garden, right under the crimson cover of a maple tree. You jumped the slightest bit, your daydreams and sunbathing interrupted by the brute’s silhouette eclipsing the sun, but you settled again quickly. The beast of a man wasn't a cause for panic in your little world, after all.

“Does it displease you?” You inquired, fixing your hair and straightening out your robes.

Sukuna held onto an overhead branch of the tree as he looked down at you. “Pets are supposed to play in the yard, aren't they?” He smirked as you pursed your lips and flicked your tail before calming it with hasty pets. “What, you don't like being my pet?”

“I would not refer to myself as a pet,” you countered as the man sat down with you and leaned against the tree. The king's presence calmed you. With him, you knew you were invincible.

“Pft. Then pray tell what your damn role is around here.” One set of arms folded behind his head while the other set crossed over his chest. “Pets are freeloaders. Pretty sure that's exactly what you are.”

You huffed. “Freeloader. Tch. How rude.”

“Lookit that. You're copping an attitude now that you're fat and fed. Used to be so much more polite.”

“Fat and–I am not fat.” You headbutted his side lightly, something that would make more sense had you been in your fox form. You grinding your forehead against him suggested this was more of a human move, however. “I am perfectly normal now. I was brittle and nonexistent prior to now. This is a grand improvement.”

Sukuna scoffed a laugh and looked down at your head pressed up against his side. “Thanks to me,” he boasted.

“Yes,” you agreed. You held onto his haori and looked up at him, placid and intense. “It is thanks to you. I would not be here if not for your mercy and intervention.”

Sukuna raised a brow as he regarded you. “Hm. And what will you do to repay me?”

“My very presence grants you luck, good fortune and fertility.” You tilted your head. “I already repay you by being here.”

Tch. But the gardens and surrounding lands did look more lush and lively since your arrival, he couldn't deny that fact. But he was a king; he could always ask for more and expect to get it.

“What more?” He prodded.

Your tail flicked as you thought. “What would you ask of me?”

“Something you haven't given another,” Sukuna replied. Ugh, your flowery, poetry-y, bullshit speak was rubbing off on him.

You stared at him, gemstone eyes glinting with earthen hues and shards of gold in the yawning afternoon sun. The leaves bristled just perfectly, letting in dapples of citrus sunlight as if trying to make this moment something special, as if to burn your ethereal presence into history for all eternity. All this, just while you thought of what to give him. Perhaps a riddle is what you wanted. Perhaps purple prose suited your fancy. Perhaps it was something else.

You sat up, carefully raising yourself onto your knees before leaning up towards the hulking king. He turned his face to you in interest, feeling a sort of natural energy begin to pool around the both of you, reaching from the far depths of the earth and the wide stretch of the sky to converge on your existence as you framed his face with gentle hands, and placed a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth.

It lasted only a second. But a second was long enough to catch the scent of petrichor and petals on your skin, to indulge in the heat of wildfires raging in your soul, to feel the blasphemy of you against him; then, you parted.

“For now,” you murmured, and Sukuna swore he saw your single tail fan out into nine, “I give you my divine favor, Ryoumen Sukuna.”

You wondered if your favor was enough. He'd been gone some time, off to accept a duel from the snotty shitheads Sukuna had received you from. Apparently, having two of the eldest boys murdered rubbed them the wrong way. Sukuna was glad for it, you knew–the man lived and breathed for a fight.

Of course, you stayed put. Uraume assured you'd be fine on your own, and Sukuna reminded his staff they'd all be eaten alive by the king himself if anything uncouth were to take place in his absence. It was more so that Sukuna didn't like the idea of idiots touching his stuff than it was the notion you were important to him, from your understanding.

Regardless, the time alone left you restless. That king made you invincible. Without him, you were nothing more than the scared kit locked away in darkness, never to emerge lest your stubbornness trick them. But things were different here. Everyday was filled with unknowns and uncertainties when the two you'd forged fragile bonds with fell absent.

So, you thought of how to repay Sukuna. Your divine favor would only do so much, after all–you didn't think a man like that really needed the extra luck, but he seemed more than intrigued by the manner of delivering the blessing; you remembered how he looked at you, eyes half-lidded, shielding you from the inferno burning out of control. He grumbled something low in his chest, just loud enough that you heard:

You better be here when I get back.

“Ah–” The thrill those catastrophic words gave you nearly led to stabbing yourself with the needle. You tutted and regained focus, continuing to carefully embroider the sleeves of one of Sukuna's many plain black haori.

You learned how to sew and embroider from watching an elder from that clan work her magic on old, tattered clothes. She never spoke to you nor regarded you, but she never turned you away the rare times you watched her fix garments; you thought it was beautiful–the art of turning something mundane into something meaningful.

Though you wondered if Ryoumen Sukuna, the most powerful sorcerer, the most feared man alive, had a desire for anything useless and meaningful.

The answer came quickly. You'd found yourself void of confidence when the monarch returned to his palace after (obviously) winning whatever duel he'd agreed to; you weren't sure if you were to congratulate him, celebrate him or something more. On top of that, he'd eventually find that haori you'd slaved over for days, and you weren't sure you could take the heartbreak of dismissal.

However, those fears were quashed when, from a new little secret garden hovel, you spied the man donning the very haori you slaved over; it wasn't a flashy piece, you didn't want to subtract from the marvel that was the king of curses, so you opted for using black, shimmery thread to weave intricate twisting trees and blackened blooms along the sleeve. Only if the design caught the light would one be able to notice it.

But that was enough for you. Knowing he accepted such a meaningless gift was reassuring of your place in his world.

So, you finally let Uraume convince you to stay in the room they'd prepared for you.

“No need to be nervous,” you hummed, that undying urge inside you to take care of something helping you soothe the young woman's nerves. You fixed her hair, your deft fingers carefully slipping strands into place before sliding a decorative pin in to hold it all together. You took a step back to appraise her, Sukuna's latest concubine.

“I–thank you.” Sachiko blushed fiercely and bowed the slightest bit, not risking a deep bow for the fear of her hair falling loose. “I can see why all the girls love you.”

You laughed, low and warm. “Well, it's hard not to love someone who takes care of you, no?” Gently, you tilted her chin up and leaned in, carefully examining the red lacquer staining her lips. The colour matched her kimono and the gems in that exquisite hairpin keeping dark locks at bay. “But I'm glad. I know it's difficult to find respite in these times.”

Sachiko held her breath as she looked over the natural paint of crimson adorning your eyes. “I-I, um–yes, I do agree.”

You hummed and carefully fixed the smallest smudge on the corner of her mouth. “Mh. So I hope you do your best to please him.”

“I will!” Sachiko promised. “But–I wish to–may I give you something?”

“Of course.”

She gathered her kimono up in her hands and leaned up toward you. You leaned down, expecting a secret or hushed words, but perfect red lips pressed against your skin instead. And you were dumbfounded; you'd never been kissed before. You'd never had a lady show that interest in you.

Sachiko got down from her tiptoes and hid her mouth with her sleeve. “Just for good luck!” She squeaked before bowing and hastily running through the doors where Sukuna would no doubt be waiting for his woman for the evening’s events.

You looked at the doors sliding closed and caught a glimpse of Sukuna stood before the young woman, his frame swallowing hers as you looked on. And you caught a glimpse of his eyes, his stare of shock and utter vexation–clearly, he'd seen the short woman give you a kiss for good luck.

You turned away, choosing to abandon the girl to her demise as your fingers ghosted against your lips in wonder.

He showed up in your chambers later that night. You were still awake, quietly embroidering another haori; this time, it was for Uraume. They insisted they didn't want to burden you, but they crumbled under your more insistent insistence, and accepted the offer on the condition it looked subtle and muted.

Sukuna padded toward you, hardly bothering to announce himself or ask to join you (ugh, how annoying) before plopping himself onto the futon beside you, sighing as he laid down.

“I see you finished early,” you commented, jumping the littlest bit when large hands caught your flickering tails. He didn't hurt you, no; he was simply an overgrown toddler with a penchant for examining whatever wiggled before him.

“That woman kissed you,” Sukuna answered, unhelpful. “Ruined it.”

“Ah. Well. I didn't expect it either.” You cleared your throat, feeling an unexpected bubble of embarrassment rise in your chest. “I have…I've never been given a kiss before. Not from what I can recall, at the very least.”

“The hell are you talking about?” Sukuna grouched. “You planted one on me in the gardens.”

“Giving is not receiving,” you corrected, flicking your tail so as to hit his face. “I've never given a kiss on another's lips, regardless. Though I find myself wondering why I–”

You yowled when he yanked your tail like he meant to rip the thing off, and you whirled on him, eyes drawn into slits and chunky fangs bared as you dug your nails into his wrist in an effort to make him let go.

Yet the king looked unfazed. He sat up and tugged you closer by your tail, yank after yank, ripping an impressive collection of vexed noises from you until his broad hand caught you by the throat. You clawed at his wrist and forearm, scrambling to find purchase, idly wondering if he'd finally had enough of you and sought to put you down after dirtying one of his concubines–

But he kissed you instead. His lips were warm and dry, not quite soft yet not unwelcoming. Sukuna knew what he was doing, too; his tongue licked at your bottom lip before pushing inside to finally taste you and taint you from within just a little bit.

Your grip on him laxed the slightest bit, and you even eased into his hold as he, too, refused to harm you further. If you weren't aware of his malevolent spirit, you might've thought him gentle in that long, simple moment–a special brand of “gentle” that was wholly Sukuna's. Kind, but jagged around the edges.

He started pulling back, though, and you followed after his touch like a bewitched maiden chasing after the lips of a lover. You nipped at the air like that'd do something for you, but soon settled on leaning into the hand holding you still, even if your throat scratched and ached because of it.

You found Sukuna's calm stare watching you when you opened your eyes a crack. For once, you thought he looked content; the cruel, mocking lines of his face had smoothed and relaxed, and that annoying, cocky smirk he'd been born sporting had been replaced with a placid, normal lilt. Even the inferno blazing in crimson depths eased into pools of yawning embers–warm and spirited, yet contained.

The sight relaxed you despite the confusion it brought to your rationale.

“That,” Sukuna said, so odd and quiet, but powerful and judicial. “Is your first.” His thumb stroked against the side of your neck, pausing to feel the pitter patter of your heart thrumming under his mercy. “It'd serve you to remember that.”

You nodded shallowly. “Of course.”

Pleased, he let go of your quite breakable neck and moved like he was about to get up. You grabbed at his hand and pressed his palm to the side of your face like he was cupping your cheek. Your insistence on touching gave the beast pause, but he settled again, content to let you keep him hostage for as long as you wanted.

And you indulged in the simple favour. You nuzzled into his palm with a very fox-like chitter as a bassy, quiet trill of a purr lazily rolled through your chest, eventually reaching Sukuna himself. It somehow had him feeling content. Relaxed. Like he was basking in the warmth of the sun.

“I request another,” you chirped, and Sukuna quirked a brow.

“Another?”

“Kiss.”

Sukuna twitched a smirk. “It'll cost ya.”

“Oh?”

“Give me another blessing.”

And you agreed.

#sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x male reader #sukuna x m!reader #sukuna x you #jjk x you #male reader insert #male reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen reader insert #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x you

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dwaekkicidal · 1 year ago

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Sian's Skz Masterlist ₍ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ₎

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toys series (felix & seungmin specifically)

"the trip" ('Incidents' chapter)

changbin x seungmin smut (from kinktober lol but i separated it for my ocd's sake

frat boy skz series <3 (jeongin & chan's kinktober is unoffical chapter 1)

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myprincejinnie · 1 year ago

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fic recs for my anime hotties!!

-separated by anime & character and then genre-

if it has more than one genre like mafia and soulmate au then i will put it in the section that i think it leans more towards, but most will have summaries and warnings as well so it will be easy to figure out (hopefully lol). the genre is more au based and not like friends to lovers and stuff bc most aus have those genres as well and it is hard to separate. if it doesn't have an au it is prob in others. this list looks kind of scuffed bare w it pls. i really just made this to keep track of my fav fics so i can reread them. + some of them i haven't read in a while. and others i didn't add bc they are either on hold or it is pretty obvious that they are never going to be finished )); i really like hybrid, a/b/o, and soulmate aus so lots of those !! i go to tumblr after finishing my manhwas and when i get tired of trying to find fics on ao3, so i prob have more on the ao3 list. in regards to this anime tumblr fic rec list, i have a lot more on the ao3 list but it is going to take forever to put together . . . i am scared.

find other group and fandom lists here.

>>the mentioned ao3 list<< this one is going to take a while lol . . .

📕 - one shot/head cannon/short

📚 - series

🔃 - ongoing

✅️ - completed

🔞 - smut + not going to put all warnings for the type of smut going on in each so make sure to read warnings on the og post jic

Kiyoomi Sakusa (Haikyuu!!)

___soulmate au___

Soulmate!Sakusa x Reader by watevermelon📕

Summary: request --

>> Warnings & Tags: none. Notes: I love this author so lots from them!!

Golden Swirls by hawks-supremacy📕

Summary: when Sakusa's sister told him how people found their soulmates, he was disgusted. or at least until he found his. >> Warnings & Tags: no warnings, fluff and angst

___childhood friends___

Envy by watevermelon📕🔞

Summary: Childhood friends with Sakusa Kiyoomi, you were sure that your unrequited desires would simply stay that way. From play-dates in his backyard to being the manager of the Itachiyama volleyball team, you were content with watching your friend pursue his dream. >> Warnings & Tags: SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 394, Explicit one-shot; smut, Porn with Plot; Unreliable Narrator; Jealousy but actual mutual pining; lots of Humor; semi-public sex; dominant Sakusa; near face-fucking; finger fucking; eating out

___fluff___

Quiet Sort of Love by watevermelon📕

Summary: As manager of the Fukurōdani volleyball club, there was no doubt that Itachiyama’s Sakusa Kiyoomi was a strong ace. He brought your team to their knees on multiple occasions, but what you were not expecting was getting to know the nationally acclaimed spiker beyond just the titles and labels. >> Warnings & Tags: Implicating language and slight spoilers toward the end (you will be warned beforehand :)), lots of fluff, angst, slight BokuAka, character development, mutual pining at one point, Buckle up boys cause this is a LONG one LMAO

Tetsurō Kuroo (Haikyuu!!)

___soulmate au___

He's my soulmate by honeypirate📕

Summary: You can communicate telepathically with your soulmate, sending thoughts and feelings to them. it’s a skill that develops through time after you hit 17. it takes a few months for the connection to grow so for the first little while not a lot comes through. So far you have similar songs getting stuck in your head and thoughts will come through quietly. You tried once to send specific messages but you never had any responses to them so you tried to just go about your day, excited with any thought or songs that come through. >> Warnings & Tags: Kuroo x f!Reader soulmate AU, soulmates

Soulmate Singer by sundrop-tetsu📕

Summary: your voice was truly something. he loved hearing it. and he often heard you singing. but honestly, he thought it was a mere hobby of yours. finding out his soulmate is american was a bummer because of the distance. but hey, you have a concert in tokyo coming up. and thankfully, his friends are your biggest fans >> Warnings & Tags: kuroo tetsurou x gn!popsinger!reader, gender-neutral reader

HAWKS (MHA)

___soulmate au___

Falling for You by flannel-cladpika📕

Summary: This AU is from my list of BNHA Soulmate AU’s. This one took a lot longer than most of my stories do, but I like the way it turned out. Enjoy! Hawks x F!Reader soulmate au >> Warnings & Tags: none, female reader

TOJI (JJK)

welp . . . i will just call this

___smut___

Bunny Girl Toji by aizawa-horny-brigade📕🔞

Summary: Request -- Toji with a cute bunny girl. She’s sweet and allows him to do whatever he wants with her. Always wakes him up with a bj 🥺Who knows how a mean asshole like him got her to begin with. Certainly seems like the type to have “won” her from a shitty owner after gambling. >> Warnings & Tags: male receiving oral, Toji being a bully

milkmaid. by aizawa-horny-brigade📚✅️🔞

Summary: straight smut, y’all. Downright filth 😤 ✨enjoy✨ >> Warnings & Tags: literally smut, read warning for each part, part 1 -- Farmer!Nanami x Chubby!Cowgirl!Reader (ft. Puppyboy!Yuji), part 2 --Wolf!Toji x Chubby!Cowgirl!reader & Farmer!Nanami x Chubby!Cowgirl!reader, part 3 -- Wolf!Toji x Chubby!Cowgirl!reader & Farmer!Nanami x Chubby!Cowgirl!reader

GOJO (JJK)

gojo. by demxnscous📕

Summary: gn + sorcerer!reader, mutual pining, reader and Gojo are good friends, he gets a little possessive(?) in this, extended metaphors yay >> Warnings & Tags: none.

LAST UPDATED/ADDED ON: 12.21.2023

#anime rec list #fic rec #jjk ff rec #mha fic rec #fanfic rec #rec list #fic recommendation #fic rec list #haikyuu fic rec

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as someone who wasn't around in 2014....can you tell me what it was like? (stucky) can you give me a taste of the gardens of babylon etc

what was it like...this is such a fun question i want you to know i gave serious thought to my answer and also discussed it at length with my 2014 friend last night and i know already it's gonna be so long. sorry that i answered your ask at fuck o clock in the morning i am scheduling it to go up later and also at the time you sent the ask in to make sure you see it

ok so like. i mean, you're on the fandom website, right, so i assume youve been in fandoms. idk if youve ever been in a really, REALLY big fandom, at the same time that said fandom was also producing content (even if the source material was not). think d*stiel post nov 5, or undert*le circa late 2015/early 2016, or z*lda after totk came out, or h*rry p*tter as the seventh book was being released. (i'm censoring to avoid a false positive of anybody's blacklist except in the case of the last one, which i am censoring out of <3 disrespect.) like there's something REALLY luxurious about being in ANY large and active fandom and it's mostly the power of crowdsourcing. st*r tr*k 2009's tarsus iv headcanons. the storm trooper lore re: the f*rce awakens before the second two movies came out. everyone just kind of agreeing that dean w*nchester was a teenage hooker. you know?

like, that's "just fanon," sure, but part of the beauty of it is that no one person makes up fanon, we all gather in the biggest writing group in the world and collectively go insane and bat ideas back and forth. there are a hundred THOUSAND fics about bucky barnes on ao3 and that's just the people who were writing, not even counting artists and gifmakers and meta-writers and people who just reblog stuff. i can't possibly begin to put an accurate number to how many people are in any given fandom at any given time, but imagine (on the low end, i'm sure) there are THOUSANDS, perhaps tens of thousands, of people going nuts about stevebucky at all times. tens of THOUSANDS people doing "yes and" with each other on the internet 24 hours a day seven days a week. it's just like being in any fandom, you log on to your dash and see what the mewchies posted while you were gone, but in a fandom so huge and so active you were getting bombarded with idea after idea after idea every single second, so if you don't like one you're spoiled for choice in what you engage with next. it didn't even matter that cap3 was two years away or that it sucked when it finally got here because we collectively wrote cap3 a million times over. like, genuinely, it was a mass creative exercise. it's the biggest writing group in the world. for better or worse, we were shaping our own version of that universe, without any input from or regard to the people who actually created the characters and movie, in a way that compelled most strongly to our own tastes and demographic.

what made this particular movie/fandom special though was a few things. firstly i still genuinely believe it was ahead of its time...marvel shit pre disney was allowed to be political in ways it is ABSOLUTELY not now. like, cap2 could say "the government is secretly full of nazis and they all need to burn" in 2014 two years before the 2016 election and 7 years before jan 6. like you just couldn't say that now. "war bad" is an oldie but goodie, but "our entire government is corrupt and needs to be torn into flaming pieces and cast into the potomac" is um. pretty radical. so is, by the way, "men as victims" and "men having emotions" etcetc. like, not in fandom, fandom all but invented that shit, but as far as dumb superhero movies go. i can't tell you the number of metas i read AND WROTE discussing steve rogers and masculinity and how all that was portrayed, intentionally or not, in that fucking film. i had entire separate universes built up in my head for steve who was born a cis girl and steve who decided later in life that "nonbinary" or "trans woman" was a better fit and then steve who was born as a cis boy and remained a man his whole life but felt weird and different ways about being queer which clashed with the weird and different ways BARNES felt about being queer. i'm not saying the film (or the fandom! good lord) was perfect, it was a product of its time, but it was also WAY ahead of its time too. it was weird to expect the next film to come out and actually, like, be good. it wasnt, but we fully believed it would be and that wasn't delusional behavior because the last one had been. i would never have that kind of faith in a marvel project now because they've been bought by disney.

oh yeah and that's the other thing too like. speaking of queer people. gay marriage wasn't legal in the US on a federal level until 2015, and you couldn't just flip on your TV and see them whenever you wanted. ten years doesn't seem like that long ago in the grand scheme of things but like, we lived on glee and cw/mtv queerbait (disclaimer that i personally only participated in cw queerbait) and that was it. we had crumbs. and like when people write gay characters theyre Just Gay, but if you decide to be crazy stupid in a slash fandom you can decide these layered characters are gay and that's even better rep than um whatever was going on in other pieces of media. these guys are both so lonely and out of step with time and lack other people with "shared life experiences" (girl what the hell was that) and their connection w each other keeps them afloat in a world that doesn't want them so like of COURSE it seems like it's supposed to be romantic. and like, i could and did make myself and my tumblr buds crrrazy (and got made crazy by them) thinking about:

how steve's size when small and again when big interacted w his gender identity and his sexuality and how that sexuality manifested. barnes's identity As A Man hinging on his ability to go to war for his country bc Thats What Men Did but now he's no longer fit because theres worms in his brain. loss of bodily autonomy which usually happens to women and natasha being later in that journey than steve and bucky are and so close to being at peace with it but not there yet. stigmatization of seeking treatment for mental health issues lessened by the presence of sam who could have been a Macho Tough Guy but actually gives off strong Talk About Our Feelings And Be Soft vibes. don't even get me started on the relationship (predatory) between steve and rumlow and how it parallels the one between barnes and pierce (and if any of you motherfuckers BREATHE a word of that h*dra tr*sh p*rty shit in my direction i will END you) and the stigma that comes from being preyed on when vulnerable As Men. steve's depression and ptsd and him getting triggered by, yes, the fucking ALS ice bucket challenge. the collective belief that he was conscious when he was frozen even though nobody said that so that he and barnes could have that in common too. the headcanon about barnes having roma heritage - shoutout to not easily conquered my beloved, and the 14k smut coda i wrote for it✌ speaking of smut, i would be remiss also not to mention there was a STRONG element of collective lust involved. i'm immune to 99% of it bc im ace but the winter soldier was uh. VERY graceful. you know? i didn't write 14k of porn because i was uncompelled. we were on one. we went fucking crazy. fandom in general but especially big fandoms have a kind of nonstop endless well of creative energy born from obsession that is the absolute envy of people like my mortal enemy grrm. we NEVER quit.

also, HISTORY (and other vaguely educational subjects). we were all so desperate to know how steve and bucky would have lived in the years we couldn't see them it sparked a sitewide interest in 1940s american history. there was a thing about bananas tasting different now because of a plague. m&ms being invented as wartime candy. stuff about how shoebox apartments looked and how rations worked. 1940s recipes and radio shows. the 1940s queer movement and how it interacted with ballroom dancing and private drag get-togethers. how amputations work and how prosthetic limbs work in real life so we could extrapolate it to fantasy. how to hand-draw that fucking arm in photoshop. why soldiers are trained to say their serial numbers when captured. what ww2 was like. what dog tags are for. what did they get in the ration packs. what brand of cigarettes did they smoke. what brand (and i am being so serious, i STILL own a tube) of LIPSTICK did peggy carter use. caloric intake of someone with a 4x speed metabolism and how much famine peanut butter he'd need to eat daily to keep from starving to death. oppression of irish immigrants and their children/grandchildren back in the 1940s. the difference between conservatives and fascists, back when there was a difference. what activities generally took place on these mysterious but ever-present new york city docks. just exactly HOW many terrible movies and tv shows has sebastian stan been in ranked by his resemblance to james buchanan barnes in each one. (i personally went through his entire imdb list at the time and then made a venn diagram.) electroswing! teachers and professors would have killed for their classes to have the kind of enthusiasm a bunch of mentally ill teenagers and 20-somethings on tunglr dot edu were showing about this one very specific set of subjects. this film also sparked my love of fight scenes. if you've read this fic or this fic and liked the Big Fight Scenes in them, you can thank cap2 for leading me down that path.

and then yes there was also discourse. my personal most hated thing was the above mentioned h*dra tr*sh p*rty (DO NOT GOOGLE THAT, i will just tell you it's nazi rape porn🤢 and i hope everyone involved is having a bad day today) and also the fact that SOME FUCKING PEOPLE can't understand "don't be shitheads about a fanfic where the author can see you doing it." but then ofc people were also sexist about nat and racist about sam and minimalizing those guys (and every other character besides tony really but sometimes him too) for the two white male leads was a whole thing. and on the funnier side of things you had (justifiably, i suppose) bitter st*ny fans who HATED what those two got in avengers and got real mad when stucky started outpacing them on ao3. and people complaining about the characters being too uwu soft. and then other people arguing whether or not barnes counted as disabled when he was missing a Whole arm. and THEN discourse about was it ethical to remove the arm and build him a new one ESPECIALLY without his consent (if people don't know they're being ableist in their fanfics hypothetically is it still ok to kill them with hammers?) and why was tony doing it if that guy killed his parents and is it ok that we keep making tony not that mad about his dead parents is it not enough that barnes stole his limelight as the guy who gets shipped with steve but what if all three of them fucked but can you really fuck the guy who offed your folks but ACTUALLY isn't it cringe to like tony anyway since RDJ and gwenyth paltrow are bad people and who says chris evans are sebastian stan are such good people etcetcetc. and let us not even get started on the plausibility of the avengers tower fanon after age of ultron came out and it turns out nobody became friends and they all still hated and mistrusted each other. and whether or not the avengers could be considered found family if the other characters were constantly getting shafted into being barnes's little support animals. and then ofc every once in awhile one of the actors of people involved creatively would say something ranging from mildly controversial to absolutely horrible on the internet and we'd all fight about THAT for awhile like a dog with a bone. i mean. typical infighting of any fandom tbh.

but i was very happy. it was all the most enormous thought experiment and creative endeavor (and semi-educational adventure??) that we all participated in daily for like two-ish years without stopping ever. i loved doing it. AND, when you click with a piece of media like that, you also click with other people who clicked with that same piece of media, so in addition to the sheer level of dopamine going into my brain at all times i also formed decade-long friendships that will certainly last the entirety of my lifetime, and when we're in our 90s in nursing homes i will be able to say, "we are friends because i wrote 14k of smut for your fanfic" or "we are friends because i couldn't get enough of your gifsets" or whatever because you know, we quite literally went to stucky together.

#liz answers asks #anonymous #personal

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m1ckeyb3rry · 2 years ago

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hii i have returned with my ramblings on SITH like i do every chapter lol :))

omg the mention of friedrich being “scary looking” reminded me of that time u said that only the mc genuinely finds him handsome & i still have not recovered from that /pos

I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABT THAT TIME FRIEDRICH BEAT HER UP DURING TRAINING, THE MEMORIESSS

i love how much falco looks up to the mc & how this chapter kinda showed her being a mentor to him, it was so sweet <3 falco being out of breath from JOGGING is so real, like he’s just like me fr we’re both terrible at running

I CALLED IT THAT FRIEDRICH WOULD INHERIT THE JAW, ALL THE SIGNS WERE POINTING TOWARDS HIM LMFAO

the irony of colt being the first of the trio to inherit his titan & also being the first who will die. idk if u plan on diverging from the canon plot & having him live or just sticking with canon plot, but the “i’ll be the first” line rlly hits hard either way, & it’ll hit especially hard if he still dies.

now that i think abt it, the trio rlly is just the found family trope & im gobbling that shit up bro, i love them with all my heart 🫶 i feel like they’re not only soulmates, but also the “our fates are intertwined in every universe” trope as well. so even if one of them dies & the other two have to live on w/o them or two of them die & the last has to preserve their memory, all 3 of them will meet again in another lifetime. they just can’t be separated (they come in a set LMFAO). that’s my take on their relationship at least.

i hope u like my theories & takes lol. when im super invested in smth, i always like talking abt it & going in-depth bc that’s just what i like to do. even if i get some shit wrong (when theorizing or analyzing), that’s ok, bc im just having fun & enjoying smth im interested in :))

hope ur doing well & taking care of urself!! remember to hydrate & get lots of rest. and dont overwork urself (even tho that’s prolly easier said than done). <3

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HIII I love your ramblings I always smile when I get the notifications!!

LMAOOO I would like to slightly revise that and add that friedrich isn’t really considered ugly by anyone either he just always looks 0.5 inches away from snapping so people are too busy being scared of him to think he’s handsome. Ofc the mc knows him so well that she sees past that and can appreciate him for what he is <3

HAHAHA IT WAS SO LONG AGO THEY WERE SUCH LITTLE BABIES BACK THEN!! So much has happened since then 🙁

I wanted to somewhat show Y/N being a good person again since we’ve seen so many chapters of her struggling and overcoming her faults and traumas. She’s definitely not a perfect person but she can be very kind at times and she is canonically super good with kids so I thought showing her and falco bonding and her doing something for someone other than herself would balance out the heaviness of everything post-athyae. falco is so sweet I actually love him sooo much but I was lowkey dying writing him in this chapter because he’s just so hopeless 😭 I would like to add that in the running scene Y/N is the one jogging…my man falco is SPRINTING to keep up with her 😩 up to interpretation whether it’s because “slow” for Y/N is fast for like anyone else or because falco is just really not athletically blessed.

I feel like friedrich being the jaw titan is the most obvious choice. He’s way too slippery (does that even make sense?? Idk how else to describe it) to be the armored titan and way too independent to be the colossal, he could be the cart but tbh Y/N just exemplifies the cart to me I couldn’t see anyone else inheriting it, colt being the next beast has been a thing since like the first chapters of the fic, and he just…is not a girl so I can’t imagine him as the female titan.

I won’t spoil the trio’s fates, but writing that scene knowing their futures was definitely painful. I’m trying to write and update more often so you don’t have to wait years to find out what happens to them because there is SO much planned for the future of this story. I’ve been struggling because the past two mini arcs (which were titled return to liberio and warrior’s welcome if you were wondering) have been the hardest to write so far. They’re a lot more introspective and focused on Y/N’s mental development, conflict, and recovery, so it was a lot of just “people visiting houses” with inner monologues as opposed to plot and external conflict. The next mini arc is very different though so I’m excited to get to that!! One more chapter of warrior’s welcome and then I’m finally free 😭

I ADOREEEE FOUND FAMILY!! That’s why endure and SitH are my favs, I feel like they both have their own versions of the found family tropes that make me feel so 😫 but the trio and the endure crew are definitely super different. like the endure found family is just a bunch of siblings (case in point Y/N and Jean) but the trio defies categorization. They’re in love but they’re best friends but they’re somehow more than that?? Idk their dynamic isn’t something I’ve written before but it’s definitely one of the most interesting I think!! (I’d say it’s my favorite but my favorites are endure jean and y/n, endure eren and y/n, and promise y/n and tullia, with an honorary mention to endure y/n and tullia)

I LOVE YOUR THEORIES SO MUCH!! I won’t confirm or deny if they’re right because I don’t want to spoil but I love reading them and responding to them so much. It makes me sosososo happy that you’re so invested in this random story I decided to write on a whim one day and that you’re having as much fun with it as I am. Your asks motivate me sm because with a story like SitH it can sometimes feel like I’m only writing for myself (which is good because it gives me creative freedom but sometimes demotivating as there’s no engagement)

Thank you so much and remember to take care of yourself as well!!

#ship in the harbor #answered asks

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zorilleerrant · 9 months ago

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Hmm. I'm going to sort mine.

title is a literal description of the story (”5 times x did y”, “first kiss”, etc)

perfect formatting, title is evocative of the story’s main themes

song lyrics

3 feet long all lowercase (overlaps w/ song lyrics)

one word. only one.

title seemingly has nothing to do w/ the content of the story until it gets dropped during a high-tension dramatic scene 70k words in, making you feel like the world meant for you to be born in time to read it

really bad pun

“Song title (and the rest of the song title)”

A singular word that you don’t recognize, then the definition is the summary

Movie reference Non-musical media reference

Clever double-layer meaning

Help I’ve never titled anything in my life I don’t know what this is I just want it to be out of my hands and posted neither you nor I will ever be pleased with this

I currently have 115 fics on Ao3. Using the above criteria, I’ve determined by own naming predilections.

1: Fifteen. Named for what it says on the tin, because I couldn't think of anything else to do with it, or because naming it the obvious thing is just what makes sense.

(The Hogwarts Gender Union; A Cure For Ohan; Pineapple Pizza; Third Sister; Captain Marvel's Day at the Beach; Are You. You Know. Adopted?; 5 times Marcus hated superheroes and 1 time he didn't; A dog might have got blipped! NOT CLICKBAIT; Harry Potter in: The Batfam Goes To Therapy; Another Loki; Truth or Dare; Heir of Slytherin; Seventh Son; The Yule Ball; Conversations Between a Father and Son)

2: Twenty-two. This makes sense because this is what I think of as a 'normal' title and tend to aim for.

(Growth Like A Nurtured Vine; Providing for the Future; In Every Reading Room; Keep The Hearthfires Burning; The Platitude Against The Wall; A Place To Rest Your Head; To Honor A Debt; What We Learn In Chinese School; In The Mythic Tradition; Half Gay/Half Straight; Even A Broken Clock; On Loan from the Wayne Family Collection; This Changes Nothing; Just a Perfectly Normal Rabbit; Five Degrees West; Narcissus at the River's Edge; Educational Overnight; Everybody Makes Mistakes; Forever Home; Small Town Mentality; Best Hadron Collider; Father of the Year)

3: Seven. Way more than I thought, honestly. I use lyrics when I'm struggling to title because it's in the genre tradition.

(but my dreams they aren't as empty; They Call Me Her; I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon; it's a love story baby just say yes; Good Girls Stay Alive; You're gonna go far, kid; Love Will Tear Us Apart)

4: Zero. The longer a title gets the more antsy it makes me, so I tend to avoid long titles.

5: Seventeen. I used to use these a lot to get easy titles, but then I realized I had no idea what fic that was when it got a kudos, so now I only use a single word if it's unique enough that I can remember why I'd name something that.

(Faildeadly; Anabasis; Y-incision; Proprioception; Change!; Anathema; Terrible; Protest; Marathon; Frieda; Worry; Answers; Parabatai; Courage; Besties; Ferret; Babyproofing)

6: Zero. I've only got the one super long fic and it's got the more obvious song naming instead.

7: Ten. Bad puns... or really good puns? Hmm?

(Faire's Fare; Just Monkey Business; When Pigs Fly; Robin's Egg Blue; Ace Shot; The Magic Word; Gift of the Magpie; Attraction; Captain America's Gay Fling; Swearing a Red, White, and Blue Streak)

8: Zero. I just don't like the format.

9: Zero. It always feels condescending to me to assume people don't know a word, so I try not to define them.

10: Twenty-five. Referential titles are an easy go-to for me. I did notice several of them either took a quote directly from canon or used a titling/title card convention from canon, so I wonder if that should be a separate category, or two different ones. I'm also uncertain whether mythology/folklore references should be considered 'media references', or maybe grouped in with titles taken from aphorisms and sayings. Do enough people quote Shakespeare to give him his own category?

(One Face, One Voice, One Habit, and Two Persons; Tendi and T'Lyn at Their Table; Red Bean Buns of Destiny; Does Talia Have A Sister?; Who Gets To Decide Her Own Damn Fate; The Excellent Adventures of Keanu Rhesus; My Concealed Lady; Stabby the SecUnit; Rapidly Expanding Air; The Monkey or The Egg; Words, words, words; And the Mischief of Monkey; In the Museums of the Night; Auntie Yelena Saves Christmas; Dick Grayson, College Student; Meanwhile, At Gotham Grace; Animorty Cricksing: New Pants; Better Together; Don't Call Me Nymphadora; Brightest Witch of Her Age; Just Tonks; Not Always in the Same Way; No Flamz Prepz; A Fish Without A Bicycle; The Boy)

11: Eight. I'll be honest I assumed I'd have more of these because I do love multi-layered meanings. I try hard to achieve them but I'd say they're the most difficult sort of title.

(A Great Deal; Just a Moment of Peace; The Family You Build; Where There's Life There's Hope; Love Like A Sister's; Coffee or Tea?; Brain Freeze; Something that Starts with a P)

12: Eleven. Yeah. Sometimes I struggle with a title for so long I just give up and name it whatever pops into my head....

(Billy Batson in the Wrong Dimension; Incentive Structure; The Burden of the Sword; One Last Kryptonian; An Island Paradise; The Superhero Code; What Makes A Hero; Happy Year of the Tiger; The Smallest Details; Plot Armor; A Better Mousetrap)

types of fic titles

title is a literal description of the story (”5 times x did y”, “first kiss”, etc)

perfect formatting, title is evocative of the story’s main themes

song lyrics

3 feet long all lowercase (overlaps w/ song lyrics)

one word. only one.

#look i said something

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sleepy-spacetronaut · 7 months ago

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🌌🌟✨Blog’s info drawer✨🌟🌌

✨Welcome to the space nook’s catalogue! Feel free to look around!

About me:

Username: Sleepy Spacetronaut , or Alciefer (Al, Alcie) on some other platforms.

Young adult.

Pronouns: anything except it/its, really. In case of doubt, please use They/them for me, thank you!

I make art, tiny comics, write stories and seldom poetry.

Main fandoms (more or less part of) : Gravity Falls, Les Misérables, Mob Psycho 100, That’s Not My Neighbor (Video Game)

Here I mainly post fandom content and artworks, but I can branch out to reblog humanitarian campaigns and those which appear in my asks. I will create a separate post for all of the campaigns I got sent so far.

Author’s note: (08/11/2024) Please refrain from sending consecutive messages into my inbox (one or two are sufficient), I am currently organizing a masterpost for all the campaigns I have been sent so far. Thank you for your understanding!

Advisory

Most of my content is either General or PG-13, I will not be drawing NSFW (specifically: Sexual or gore-y) content.

HOWEVER! I may draw other mature themes, including yet not limited to: partial nudity, strong language, or verbal/physical violence, in which case I will tag my posts accordingly. View those posts at your own discretion, I highly recommend that anyone younger than 16 y/o stirs away from there. I won’t be playing internet police to see who is looking at my content—i don’t have the time or patience for that. You are sentient and capable of thought, you know what’s right for you and what isn’t.

Side note: This post will be updated each time new content is generated.

Eternal Pools of Stillwater (EPOS) (Personal project)

Character art+story idea

Gravity falls & The Book of Bill (TBOB)

***Please note! I am moving most of my gravity falls content over to @/pilotprojectvogelfrei to keep this blog uncluttered! ***

-Bill’s Human Design (first drawing) can be found here and the info sheet regarding his design here

-Gravity Falls Fanfic Idea w/Handyman Bill AU

-Bill Cipher - Human design Full-body

-Kid Bill design

-Creature Bill design

-When the Mystery Shack acquired a gremlin…

-Older Mabel design

Gravity Falls FanComics

-Chip Wars

Gravity H🕳️les

-Gravity Holes AU (my little creation :3)

-Dipper, Mabel and waddles design page

-Gravity Holes Rescue Team Dynamics (minus Candy and Grenda)

-Life on the other side

Gravity Falls - Rewind the Timeline AU

-Concept, design and fic idea (I will start writing it in December, but I already have 70% of the story outlined-> I will include the link to AO3 when it will be started)

-digitalized design

Gravity Falls - Vogelfrei (Pilot project V) It now has its own blog!💫

-Story specificities (production and etc)

My Student Spirit(MSS)/Дух Моей Общаги (ДМО)

-Elijah chibi fanart

My two cents plus tax! Fanart for @/geezerflakes’s webtoon

-Fanart here

[***This post is under construction. More content to be added.]

#fandoms i'm in #sorting #blog post #intro post #blog intro #pinned info #Spcetronaut’s nook

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anzulvr · 1 year ago

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Fandoms separated by title, feel free to request anyone not on this list or from other fandoms this is just my current list!

ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM

Karma x Reader: On Purpose, (fic guide)

The Huntress (Karma Fic Guide)

Karma x reader (headcannons + one shots)

Karma Pre relationship Crush

Karma’s Birthday (Xmas2024)

Karma Haunted House

Things he does as a bf

Affectionate reader to Karma

Karma x Reader who can’t hold eye contact

Fashionista S/O

ACADEMIC RIVALS (karma/reader)

Tsundere Reader Hcs (Karma/Itona)

Karma/Eclass with Princess Complex Reader

Karma with S/O that cries out of anger/with a straight face

Sad during Christmas but its Karma’s birthday

[name] gets hurt while sparring with Karma

reader with insecurities

quiet reader good with kids

Hanako & Yashiro type relationship with Karma

Reader Gossiping with Karma (ft. Rio kinda)

Karma with Shinoubu-like reader

Karma with crybaby reader (fav)

perfectionist reader (who is unexpectedly like Rio and Karma)

Famous reader

two psychos who laugh during horror movies (karma x reader hanging out with Eclass)

Shy secretly delinquent reader

Muse (K.)x Artist (reader) UGH I LOVE HIM

Reader with a weapon collection

Reading him like an open book

“chill” but actually passive aggressive reader

karma comfort during a thunderstorm ..kinda!

Dating someone with a personality like his

Idol AU karma (unrelated but I didn’t realize how much I post ab him)

karma x dancer

First kiss

kpop stan reader

Karma x reader except Asano is one sidedly inlove with reader (put my SOUL into this one)

Karma hugs

Argument (timeskip angst-ish comfort)

Dating Karma Headcanons

More dating karma Headcanons

E class pushes you both into a confession

Karma / Reader fluff

Reader w toothgap

Maehara flirts with Karmas s/o, on accident. (another personal fave)

Karma and reader, cheesy pickup lines & bad puns

Karma helps reader through scary thoughts

Arcade date! KARMAAAA

flower shop au karma

karma with taller s/o

MORE KARMA HEADCANONS

Karma x detective-like reader

Online Quizzes with Karma (THAT WAS SO MANY DAMN)

— TERASAKA GANG

Tsundere Reader Hcs (Karma/Itona)

Terasaka secretly likes Reader

— GENERAL ASSAS CLASS

Chiba and Terasaka beat eachother up (Karma being NOSY. Koro being a dad)

reader with a gossip page on Eclass

Karma (Character Analysis, not ff)

Princess complex (Karma X reader but also E class headcannons)

Halloween hcs with End Class

— MIRACULOUS LB

Luka writes a song x reader

— OUR LIFE B&A

Two best friends like their other best friend (Cove and Derek step 2 x Reader (MC) / teasing families

#ansatsu kyoushitsu #masterlist #karma akabane #karma x reader #luka coffaine x reader #our life #olba cove #anzulvr

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morethanonepage · 3 years ago

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Re: the post u reblogged about couples actually enjoying spending time with each other/having in-jokes & whatnot. What would u do w that for John/Chas 👀👀

UGH anon i can't believe i didn't answer this very important question before, and esp bc i think maybe you were hoping for a full fic and not just. this random assortment of headcanons, but, obviously i have thots:

one of my fav John & Chas comics canon scene is when they goof on some rando at a bar bc he looks like a character from spinal tap, from which i infer: they probably watched it together, or else must've discussed it (w nostalgia given their own ~touring days) enough that john knows chas'll get the reference. HENCE i have inferred that they have at least somewhat similar tastes in pop culture and i assume that holds true across canons.

comics!john is also someone who canonically referenced dr who, star trek, and star wars, ergo, a BIT of a (sci-fi) nerd, which you wouldn't expect looking at him HOWEVER. chas knows 👀 and probably teases him about. not that chas is like. COOL but i see him as having idk more basic tastes. Airport fiction, etc. Stuff he can consume on his (minimal) downtime as a cabbie/dad/chauffeur/bodyguard/personal chef.

BUT anyway, obviously, i think they watch enough movies & TV together (or separately, but have similar enough tastes) that they have the same reference bank so in show canon i assume it’s like, john makes a lot of random snarky asides, chas laughs at it, and zed has no idea what they’re laughing about and after the first few times she asks, decides she really doesn’t want to.

additionally, show canon is, when john is in town, they go to bars & music shows together (or i guess at least bars where live music is played? but either way john keeps him out ALL NIGHT and renee obviously hates it).

I think John maybe sometimes forgets that Chas isn't 100% aligned w him on stuff? I just recall TV john having that rambly convo w the bartender at the end of the [aired] pilot where hes talking about the sex pistols vs the ramones & then chas shows up [looking like an absolute DILF in his three layers of clothing in ATLANTA of all places] and im not sure if this actually happened but i can just picture john like, trying to rope chas into that discussion & chas being like, 🙄.

Another john/chas friendship is just based on its longevity. chas has obvs known him a long time & remembers john in his "cutting up his t shirts & safety pining them back together " baby punk disaster stage, and/or his "frontman in a truly terrible band" thing, so even when john is being all broody (esp when john is being all broody) and/or the worst, chas can't completely divorce that from skinny, messy, but in some ways probably happier or at least less traumatized teenaged/early 20s y/o john.

Relatedly, comics!chas has nothing but disdain for Mucous Membrane, despite being their roadie. (i’m assuming he took the job bc he thought it would get him girls tbh.) And he's not afraid to mention it to john, even when john HAS not asked. Just full on roasts him about it, and john takes it so personally! A DELIGHT. any area where chas has a SLIGHT upper hand on john & relentlessly exploits it really just balances them and thus i’m always a fan.

theres a bit in show canon (I'm p sure it was in the New Orleans ep?) where john, chas, & zed are in the car & have to go talk to the police about something, and john starts throwing out different backstories they can use w the implication that they're the ones he & chas have used in the past, and chas is just like nodding along, and idk it's a small moment but it speaks to the fact that post-fire & pre-zed, john & chas DID engage in at least some spooky shit shenanigans, just the two of them. or maybe their ~bits go back to the MM days, or when they were even younger & john was out there just conning people out of things? Either way, EXCELLENT friendship history vibes.

(I actually just had kind of a sad thought which is, the fun hanging out & drinking in dive bars while listening to local bands stuff was a pre-fire/arthurian spell thing, bc after that chas may have mostly been hanging out w john bc they were doing ~spooky shit stuff)

also i’ve said it before but show!john & chas GO GROCERY SHOPPING TOGETHER IN THE PILOT and we DON’T get to see it and it’s NEVER referenced again and this is BIPHOBIA even more so than the fact the camera drifts when john kisses him in the bar

#chastantine #sorry anon this is a mess of disjointed & somewhat repetitive thots #i'd much. rather have written a fic about it but i'm still having trouble w writing so alas #john constantine #john constantine kissing dudes 2k14 #chas chandler #he's a bear. and he's a daddy. he's a daddy bear

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spamtonology · 3 years ago

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hi! Two things:

i think youre def right about Spamton not comforting people i could maybe see him telling them that he's here 1 (one) time: "your ol' pal [favorite salesman (c) 1997] Spamton is [RIGHT HERE! RIGHT NOW!]") and then sitting there, dead silent, as they cried bc he doesnt know what to do lmaoo.

Specific situation / headcannon bc i think you said you like those one time? Sorry this is long! A lot of fics portray him w/o a lot of his unhealthy behaviors / post-personal growth & i think it's worth considering how his behaviors might become a bit healthier over time.

If Spamton's partner called him out on his unhealthy behaviors like manipulation, projecting, self-hatred, being self absorbed, and so on, I think he'd react 1 of 2 ways

1. If they went about it compassionately and maturely: like reassuring him that, while they love him and want to support him, those behaviors are bad and hurt him and them

At 1st hed probably say something manipulative purely as a reflex bc he doesn't know what else to do when challenged, even if & especially if he knows theyre right. Bc of his self-hatred he'd probably be unnerved at the way they love him while still recognizing these flaws.

1a. I think if his partner were patient enough he'd very slowly move in healthier direction but hed never be totally free of those behaviors. His unhealthy behaviors were what kept him alive and if his partner recognized that too he might feel either a bit comforted or respected (not dismissed). Growth would happen on Spamton's terms because he wanted to eventually, *not because anyone else fixed him, gross*.

1b. He might feel really threatened that they had that kind of insight. If he felt too threatened by that he might just leave, feeling like the relationship wasnt under his control enough. He only knows "control or be controlled", so this kind of healthier relationship is utterly foreign to him.

2. If his partner called him out plainly without reassuring him he would respond aggressively and manipulatively. He might leave. Or the relationship might just become super toxic if he's too obsessed with them to leave.

Like i said before, I think as an immediate response he'd say something manipulative but then if they caught that he was being manipulative right there he might shut down a bit, even if they tried to reassure him and remind him that they love him, they just want him to consider their words. He might even deny it. He probably doesnt even always realize when he's doing those behaviors. He'd eventually consider their words a bit and decide to change for his own reasons.

Basically Spamton's a mess and like you said he needs someone patient but not a pushover. Curious what you think about my specific situation(s), plz ignore if youve already answered this or dont want to for any reason! Sorry again for the length i tried to paragraph stuff to maximize comprehensibility

Hello! I appreciate the time you took to write this ask down, it's clear you thought this out, thank you! I may not be able to answer everything here, but I'll try my best:

I can see him at least giving the confirmation that he is there, complete with calling himself the best salesman, that's very in-character for him. He certainly wouldn't know what to do otherwise, and just hopes his mere presence helps make them feel better.

I like the specific situation you set up here, for as much as he hates it, he does have to face the fact that he partakes in deeply unhealthy behaviors and coping mechanisms.

You also put together two ways this could go, adding extra context to the situation, which is great. I like that you kept in mind his flaws and how he'd react given the situation, because either way he will not be able to handle a reality check like that very well. He may even dig deeper into denial.

While he absolutely can grow as a person himself, he still does need support (separate from any "I can fix him" thing), support is important in maintaining a healthy mental environment.

#spamton

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miracle-sham · 3 years ago

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Fwigid They Fwoze Midst H-Heawt Thawing Woes.

| Apwil Fowols |

| [Ao3 Link] | | [Masterlist Link] |

| E-Evewyonye awways thought Wadybug was unbweakabwe. That she w-w-was immunye t-to nyegative feewings, unwike the west of Pawis. That she w-wouwd nyevew fawtew, nyevew faiw, nyevew faww. And so nyo onye couwd have e-expected when twagedy w-wagedy stwikes and Pawis fawws at the hands of hew once bewoved hewo. |

| Nyow who couwd save them aww, f-fwom the icy cwutches of a devastating Akuma? |

| And wouwd anyonye e-even t-twy to save the o-once bewoved hewo, o-ovew the countwess suffewing civiwians? |

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| Word Count: 4,970. |

| Warnings/Tags: Akumanette/akumatized Marinette, Implied/referenced character death motif, Temporary character death, Not really character death, Grief/Mourning motif, Blood and Injury, Canon-typical violence, Minor violence, Snow/ice powers and theme, Frozen apocalypse/icy wasteland, Lovers to enemies, Hurt no comfort, Angst, OwO/UwU speak/translated. |

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| A/N: So I wasn't actually going to post anything today until this morning before college, I remembered a conversation with Saf nearly a year ago about wanting to post a fic in complete UwU speak on April Fools and not having written anything in time. So here's half a fic in UwU speak because the full fic (which is hurt/comfort and Angst with a happy ending as opposed to no comfort) because I could not bring myself to translate over 10k into OwO speak whilst in class. 5k is my limit, plus again the last bit of the fic is unfinished. Anyway the entire time I spent translating this i kept thinking "I'm so sorry to whoever actually reads this in it's entirety". |

| The full fic, when completed, will not be in UwU speak and will be posted as a separate fic btw. So uh yeah, enjoy reading this and suffering I guess! And Happy Apwil Fowols :3 |

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Was it awways doomed fwom t-the stawt? Mawinyette wondewed howwowwy wowwowwy, eyes fwickewing fwom fwozen wuin to fwozen wuin. Bawewy Wawewy visibwe fwom within the seething fwuwwy wuwwy of snyowfwakes.

B-Bweak.

Bwinding.

An unyending expanse o-of gwistenying and swiwwing snyow and ice. Awmost too bwight and too obscuwing to see anything ewse. Even despite t-the d-duwwnyess of nyight.

A white-out iwwuminyated by the snyowgwow.

N-Nyow, the onwy company w-wompany she couwd keep wewe the i-immowtawised fwozen statues of the peopwe who wewe unyabwe to escape the devastation of the descending bwizzawd she wwought. Theiw siwence of wife was deafenying.

A chiwwing mockewy wockewy o-of what had haunted hew nyightmawes.

Kicking hew wegs idwy fwom hew pwecawiouswy wecawiouswy pwecious position on the w-waiwings of the Eiffew Towew, the famiwiawity wamiwiawity of the action a-awmost buwnyed as cowd as the fwigid city i-itsewf. Was this how Chat fewt? She mused, stawing at the bweached white a-and faded bwue spots of hew W-Wadybug?—Fwozen Heawt? Wady Bwanc s-suit. S-Shaking hew head, she couwdn't hewp but cuww hew w-wips swightwy wightwy in distaste. M-Maybe it's iwony wony that I-I didn't end u-up in bwack w-with wed spots wike aww the fawse Wadybug Akumas.

But hew nyew cowouws a-awe what she desewved. An echo of hew once-pawtnyew; just as she w-was an echo of the hewo s-she used to be. Especiawwy Weciawwy in how the a-accents of hew nyew suit echoed the suit the ice powew up gave hew, with the cwystawwinye and snyowfwake pattewns covewing t-the once-wed-nyow-white pawts, and the ice bwue cwystaws awong hew waist and a-awound the yo-yo.

P-Pewhaps, thewe was some smaww comfowt in t-t-t-that the destwuction she c-caused was wittwe i-in compawison to that of Chat Bwanc's. She tiwted hew head to t-the side and stawed up at the nyight's snyow gwow-wight cwouded skies. Hew moon was stiww intact f-fow onye, nyot that it was v-visibwe f-fwom hewe any wongew though. Though, nyot quite a s-s-s-smaww mewcy w-w-wewcy so much as a-anyothew chiwwing mockewy wockewy, weawwy.

She c-cwenched hew fists, so that the icicwes cwinging t-to the metaw dug into hew suit's gwoves. Fow two, onwy hew Pawis had b-been affected this time. And fow thwee, hew death toww was signyificantwy wignyificantwy wowew, what with onwy kiwwing a-a huge swathe of Pawis' popuwation as opposed to how he wiped out aww wife except h-himsewf. Hew Pawis stiww h-had suwvivows wuwking within the desowation. Tweading twacks thwough bittew winds, cwinging to swowwy wowwy petwifying hope. Suwvivows t-that wouwd scweam and cwy and yeww and twy e-evew so futiwewy wutiwewy to fight whenyevew they saw hew, weduced to a wwaith of h-hew fowmew gwowy wowy. The onwy sounds othew than the c-c-cwunch and cwackwe of ice and snyow, ow the tinkwing of i-icicwes in the wind.

Nyot to mention, hew H-Hawkmoth stiww wingewed on. With his bwack ice gwazed goadings that fwactuwed hew m-mind wike hew and Chat Nyoiw's bonyes benyeath his buttewfwy wuttewfwy staff.

A haunting wemindew that she had fawwen, faiwed them, that even theiw bewoved wittwe hewoes wewen't i-infawwibwe.

Scoffing to hewsewf, Wady Bwanc shook hew head and shifted hew position so t-that she couwd c-cuww u-u-up i-into a b-baww and west hew heavy weavy head upon hew knyees. Though, thewe was nyo cwown to weigh hew down, just the cowd hawsh wastewand that she h-had wuptuwed in wime.

(It was awmost iwonyic stiww, that the ice powew up suit she once wowe so w-wong ago, gave hew an icicwe tiawa but h-hew a-akuma fowm did nyot.)

Nyonyethewess Pawis as i-it was a-and nyow is, had fowmed the fweezing pwison of h-hew own making. Even with Hawkmoth's infwuence shattewed wike the ice of his statue's fowm, W-Wady Bwanc was tethewed—ice-bound—to Pawis. A cwuew twist o-of iwony w-wony that with hew fwozen heawt, Hawkmoth had ensuwed hew weaknyess was the w-wawmth, the h-h-heat. T-To e-ensuwe nyothing wouwd thaw hew heawt, especiawwy weciawwy nyot s-some pitifuwwy witifuwwy despewate pwofessions of wuv, fwendship, and cwaims t-that the weaw hew was s-stiww i-i-inside and that she just nyeeded to fight his infwuence.

Biting back a bittew w-waugh, she ignyowed the nyeaw siwent w-whispews in the back of hew mind cwying those vewy same pwocwaims. Something Hawkmoth hadn't anticipated. Especiawwy Weciawwy s-seeing how hew once-pawtnyew had tuwnyed out aftew so wong in isowation. Wouwd that be my fate too?

In wesponse, the cweeping pewnyicious w-waugh o-o-of H-Hawkmoth w-wattwed wike hoaw fwost mantwed chains in hew h-head. It seemed to wast an etewnyity wewnyity b-b-b-befowe fading into the fwowe wike evewything ewse within Pawis.

Wady Bwanc cwosed hew e-eyes swowwy w-wowwy in w-wanguish, thoughts dwifting back to hew o-once-pawtnyew. T-T-T-They might nyot have been meant fow e-e-each othew womanticawwy, especiawwy weciawwy aftew she feww in wuv with a pwince of hew own. But pewhaps Chat w-was onto something when h-he said we wewe meant fow eachothew. Opposites in p-powew yet ouw fawwen fates awe miwwowed in white and bwue and dwenching wonyewinyess.

She sighed weawiwy. As if it wouwd somehow ease the buwden. Openying hew eyes, she g-gwawed w-wistwesswy at the fwosted ovew twaffic wights that wouwd w-wemain d-devoid of cowouw as wong as hew t-tywanny wywanny wouwd weign. A mix of cowouws she wouwdn't see t-togethew a-again unwess s-she weft Pawis. Muwmuwing benyeath hew bweath, she smiwed h-howwowwy wowwowwy. “I nyevew t-thought I'd miss that eyesowe suit of his…”

Wegawdwess of whethew Hawkmoth m-made it so that weaving hew g-g-gewid domain ow destwoying hew akuma object wouwd kiww hew ow nyot, it was nyot wike going anywhewe ewse wouwd be viabwe aftew what she did. She'd be bwanded a cwiminyaw—a viwwain, wike Hawkmoth—then wocked up and be weft to wot—wanguish—ow weww, mewt. Aftew aww, wike most akumas, she's become something a wittwe wess h-human. And in hew case, a-a wittwe mowe ice thanks to the a-akumatision.

What wouwd hew boyfwiend even think of hew n-nyow? A t-twisted wefwection in the ice of the onye he wuvd? Ow pewhaps just an obstacwe between getting the onye he wuvd back?

Weww, it wouwdn't mattew anyway wyway.

if Wady Bwanc nyevew stwayed fwom within the weaches of the fwost… It wouwd be u-unwikewy wikewy he'd see hew again, especiawwy weciawwy as she was nyow. And at weast by nyevew dwifting fwom the f-fwoes of Pawis, s-she'd be abwe to put up a wowthwhiwe f-fight a-against whatevew sewf-pwocwaimed hewoes and vigiwantes wouwd inyevitabwy wyevitabwy come knyocking.

Inyevitabwy Wyevitabwy. Because an entiwe city had been gwaciated fow days, then weeks, then months with nyo s-signs of the cawamity wawamity b-b-being u-undonye. And whiwst the Justice Weague and othews had wespected, that duwing Hawkmoth's weign she and Chat Nyoiw hewd a-authowity wuthowity o-ovew who e-ewse couwd be active without being a potentiaw akuma wisk; undoubtedwy woubtedwy that wespect wouwd mewt away wike the snyow and be soon f-fowgotten. What w-with the sheew amount of destwuction and a gwawing absence of any hewoes, tempowawy wempowawy ow pewmanyent, w-weawwy it wouwd onwy be so wong untiw someonye wouwd twy t-t-to step in ow investigate.

And f-f-fow aww that hew wwetched h-hope was wowth, she deawwy weawwy hoped it wouwdn't have to be D-Damian who wouwd be sent to scout out and attempt to wemedy t-the twagedy w-wagedy.

Aftew aww, if othew hewoes ow vigiwantes i-infwinge upon w-what is hews, then i-it's onwy faiw they faww undew hew juwisdiction once mowe d-despite any wevoking on theiw pawt. A-And unwucky wucky f-fow whoevew the poow souws t-that w-wouwd be sent to investigate tuwn out to be, Wady Bwanc won't be awwowing such a d-diswespect of h-hew once-authowity wuthowity to s-stand, wegawdwess of the cuwwent situation.

And if he is sent… Weww, then nyo mattew how much the tiny shwed of wife-wawmth-happinyess, that is encased in wayew upon wayew upon wayew w-within the ghost sheww of hew fwozen heawt, begs hew nyot to. S-She wiww have to defend h-hewsewf and hew d-domain. E-Even if it means huwting him. And pewhaps even k-kiwwing h-him...

The second Wady Bwanc finyished the thought, hew wesowve cwacked undew the weight of those pesky wesky emotions of hews. C-Choking back a siwent gwieving sob, hew shouwdews heaved. It awmost seemed as though the emotions might pass, when fow the fiwst time since the akumatision, she genyuinyewy wenyuinyewy b-buwst into teaws. A d-dwownying suwging waiw of wegwet and woss and huwt and feaw, aww twisted togethew. But nyot even cwying was spawed f-fwom what s-she had become. Fow the w-wind howwed i-in tandem with hew waiws, and the onwy teaws she couwd shed wewe fwozen o-onyes. And as she cwied h-hew fwozen teaws, so too did t-the sky. Haiw, fawwing fwom the sky and shattewing onto evewything in the aiw. Ovew and ovew and ovew again. Cascading shawds o-of ice wike wewentwess bwades swashed into t-the suwfaces. Weaving them covewed i-in a-a bwanket of cawtwops shawds.

She scowwed thwough the cwystawwinye bwuwwinyess. T-T-The aiwbownye h-haiw shawds swiwwed hawmwesswy wawmwesswy a-awound hew whiwst in t-the distance, faint yewws and scweams began to echo—wawnying fow those awso t-twapped w-within the haiwstowm to take shewtew. Wady B-Bwanc didn't nyeed to patwow to knyow that bwight vivid w-wed spwattews of bwood wouwd soon be painting the ice and snyow. But patwow by heawt she wouwd. Any sight of bwight cowouw amongst the white was nyow both a thweat and a tweat. As evidenced by Hawkmoth's gweefuwwy weefuwwy maweficent c-cwoonyings, in h-hew mind.

Uncuwwing hewsewf fwom hew position on the Eiffew Towew waiwings, Wady Bwanc stwetched i-idwy befowe waunching hew yo-yo towawds the sounds of scweaming and swinging ovew.

It didn't take too wong, despite being distant sounding f-fwom up the T-Towew, the scweams wewe actuawwy wuawwy wathew cwose by. It was just that the sounds had been muffwed by a-a-aww the haiw and ice stowms.

Sticking t-to wooftops and bawconyies, Wady Bwanc awwived a-at the point w-whewe the s-scweams owiginyated in undew thiwty wiwty seconds. It was awmost t-too easy to find. Fweshwy W-Weshwy gwistenying spwattews of cwimson on powdewed white spawkwed wike a buwnying beacon.

Settwing softwy w-woftwy wike snyow upon a nyeawby wyeawby woof that gave hew a cweaw view of the painted s-snyow, she focussed h-h-hew attention on it. Nyot e-even b-bothewing to check fow the onye who bwed—as i-if Hawkmoth wouwd awwow hew—she nyestwed on the shadowed dwift beside a stonye cowd chimnyey wimnyey a-and stawed at the wawe sight. Futiwewy Wutiwewy b-begged hew howwow heawt to feew something fow the pain and suffewing spiwwed.

Even fwom hew high pewch, she couwd cweawwy weawwy see how the wawmth of the bwood had thawed the ice a-a-awound it somewhat. The cowouw was a-a-awweady weady pawtiawwy w-wawtiawwy diwuted and diwuting fuwthew as mowe snyowfwakes feww. I-It wouwdn't be w-w-wong befowe the weeching fwost cwaimed it and caused the c-cowouw to f-fade away to white wike evewything ewse that had once hewd vibwancy wibwancy in this c-city.

Anyothew fwickew of cowouw caught hew attention, nyot faw fwom the bwood bewow. Wed as weww, though nyot the wed of bwood but t-the w-w-wed of a biwd w-waised by bats. She tiwted hew h-head to the side and w-w-wistenyed fow any sound benyeath the siwence o-of the cwying cowd.

A-A sob piewced t-the aiw, fowwowed by hushed whispews—pwomises—of safety wafety, of hewp.

That won't do, the cwoonying taunted.

Wady Bwanc gwitted hew teeth and fowwownwy wowwownwy t-twied to tunye it out.

T-The accent of the o-onye whispewing pwomises, w-was distinctwy wistinctwy Gotham—a voice of bat wweathed in wed, deep with a swight gwoww nyot unwike a cownyewed anyimaw t-tending to an injuwed juvenyiwe. Nyot him then, nyot as shawp and snyappy wyappy as his accent couwd get. Nyo, he was mowe wikewy to hiss than gwoww.

The Biwd bewow, most w-wikewy Jason fwom the voice—though Wed Hood in his cuwwent attiwe—stepped fuwwy wuwwy into view and gwanced skywawd. Seawching, seeking. Fow hew.

Fow b-but a spwit second, Wady Bwanc fewt the uwge to caww out in despewation, to weveaw hewsewf and beg fow mewcy wewcy, f-fow fowgivenyess, fow hewp...

Youw heawt fow powew, weminded the inciting whims.

Cowd wike coffin gwass; she, in wanguish, conceded.

Othewwise staying pewfectwy wewfectwy stiww wike the statues she spent most of hew t-time awound, Wady B-Bwanc n-nyawwowed hew eyes a-and with the swightest wiww of hew ghost shewwed heawt, wwenched upon the wightwy fawwing haiw. And stiwwed the cwawing bwizzawd.

Fwom haiw to icicwes, it w-wainyed. And the icicwes, they waiwed.

Swashing t-tawons of ice cawved thwough the fwuwwy wuwwy of snyow, piewcing the bittew nyight.

The sudden onswaught of shattewing fowwowed by cuwsing bewow did nyot, in fact, bwing hew any joy. Hawkmoth may have found it entewtainying but that was aww the mowe weason W-Wady Bwanc hated doing it. But she couwdn't w-wet them see hew, wecognyise h-hew.

A cwash of bodies tumbwing thwough a-a bwoken down doow g-gwanted hew the f-fweedom to c-c-cwose hew eyes and soften the stowm back to a wanguishing wightnyess. But with it, weveawed the b-b-bwood stainyed stweet whitewashed pwistinye once mowe.

Scowwing, W-Wady Bwanc gwawed at whewe the cowouw had been. At w-weast, s-she weminded hewsewf, thewe wiww be anyothew soon. Biwds of a feathew f-fwock togethew.

Yet nyo s-soonyew had she thought t-that, a wawnying fwom hew domain she heawd.

Wawmth, whispewed the wwithing winds.

And behind hew, the famiwiaw sound of a katanya being dwawn cut thwough the cwackwing siwence of s-snyow settwing on ice. He was hewe; the vewgwas on the woof's metaw waiwings hawdwy wawdwy cwunched benyeath the nyinja wight footsteps of him.

“You, a-awe nyot W-Wadybug.” Wobin h-hissed oh so astutewy wutewy. H-His katanya waised; weady to swash at what he must cweawwy weawwy pewceive as an impostew, a s-snyowmewt simuwacwum. Unhesitating. Stiww as ice nyot unwike his civiwian eawnyed titwe. The Pwince of Ice indeed.

Wady Bwanc tiwted hew to o-onye side, in mimicwy wimicwy of hew once-pawtnyew. A biwwowing c-cwoud of mist a-a-and i-ice buwst fwom hew b-bwue w-wips in a fwosty wosty waugh. “Nyo, nyo I am n-nyot.”

He scoffed, and took anyothew step cwosew. “Then who awe you and whewe i-is Wadybug. Ow Chat Nyoiw.”

“You'we a detective, awen't y-you?” She wesponded n-nyoncommittawwy wyoncommittawwy.

“I am the s-s-son of Batman, of couwse I am!” Anyothew step cwosew. Snyawwing, he added, “if you have huwt h-hew—eithew of them, then I wiww m-make you pay.”

Wady Bwanc stood, swiping off the wight dusting of snyow that had settwed on hew a-as she had settwed i-in contempwation. Tuwnying to face him, hew wips cuwwed into a mocking smiwe. “So p-pwesumptuous. You don't wecognyise me. And yet…?” Pausing to chuckwe as bittewwy wittewwy as t-the winds and shake hew head swightwy wightwy, she gestuwed shawpwy wawpwy at him. “Some detective you a-awe.”

Dewicatewy Wewicatewy, she took a-a few steps back, u-untiw she was aww but swaying ovew the ice-swick edge. Motionying to the swiwwing v-vowtex of s-snyow that wefowmed benyeath t-them, hew smiwe mewted into a thin downtuwnyed snyeew. “Why nyot t-take a wook bewow. Aftew a-aww, I'd be mowe concewnyed about t-the othew biwd down thewe, than Wadybug a-and Chat Nyoiw w-wight nyow.”

“Wed Hood is handwing the situation adequatewy wequatewy.” Wobin hissed, gwowewing at hew with that despewatewy wespewatewy famiwiaw expwession of bawewy wawewy westwainyed viowence bownye fwom pwotectivenyess. “What. Have. You. Donye. To. Them.”

Wady Bwanc's wips cuwwed into a-a wwy smiwk. “Mhmm, weww I suppose if it's handwed, then that's my c-cue to weave.” She teetewed on the edge and swung hew yo-yo idwy as if in pwepawation to thwow it. Quickwy Wuickwy gwancing b-back at h-him, hew wwy smiwk fawtewed fow but a-a fweeting moment as she bwiefwy wiefwy divewted the avawanche of wanguish and feaw fuewing hew powew.

S-She swawwowed a bweath of chiwwing aiw thickwy wickwy, a meagwe attempt to k-keep the woiwing emotions at bay fow t-the fwagiwe moment in w-which she offewed him a siwvew winying of twuth. “The onwy thing to happen to the hewoes, was a fwidged famiwy wamiwy w-weunyion tuwnyed fwosty w-wosty. You'we faw t-too wate to save them nyow.”

Exhawing hawshwy wawshwy, she tiwted f-fowwawds a-and ovew t-the e-edge.

Onwy fow Wobin to wunge aftew hew.

Onye. Second. T-Too. W-Wate.

The wind whipped awound t-t-them as his fingews scawcewy wawcewy bwushed thwough the s-space she had once occupied.

A weightwessnyess cascaded ovew hew as hew feet weft t-the woof and she began to faww. Hew yo-yo, cwasped cwosed w-within hew hand. And d-distinctwy wistinctwy, nyo gwappwing winye extended.

Faintwy Waintwy fwom the woof, she c-couwd h-heaw Wobin cuwsing in Awabic. He hadn't fawwen with hew, it seemed. It was awmost p-poetic.

She was a fawwen hewo, and he was stiww stood s-safewy wafewy a-atop his own hewoic vigiwante pedestaw. Safe fwom being dwagged down with hew i-into the buwnying bwizzawd.

The distance of said faww was woughwy t-ten metwes o-ow so, a-and t-the snyow dwift wouwd cushion hew wanding. Hawmwesswy Wawmwesswy, though in nyo s-smaww p-pawt thanks to a side effect of hew a-akumatised fowm and said snyow dwift, she fwopped into the snyow wike an ungwacefuw kitteh. Hew wimbs spwayed in the mockewy wockewy of a snyow angew. Wady Bwanc wet hewsewf stay as she had fawwen, within t-t-the snyow angew. Waiting patientwy watientwy, she wistenyed cawefuwwy wawefuwwy fow a-any sound that w-wouwd signyify w-wignyify whewe and what both the Biwds couwd be doing. She wouwd n-nyeed the advantage on theiw nyext move in o-owdew to swip away dwamaticawwy wamaticawwy and effectivewy wectivewy.

Nyo wess than hawf a minyute passed befowe she once again heawd the appwoach of W-Wobin's steew-toed boots cwushing t-t-the snyow b-bewow with each fuwious step.

Cwunch-cwackwe-cwunch-cwunch. Cwunch-cwunch-cwackwe-cwunch.

Swish. The siwvew bwade of the katanya g-gweamed thwough the veiw of white. It was easy to see that it w-was nyow aimed at hew thwoat this time. Weady t-to stwike shouwd she bwing him mowe stwife, cweawwy weawwy.

“Whewe awe they?” He demanded immediatewy wediatewy upon s-stepping within hew s-sight, shouwdews t-t-twembwing. Whethew fwom c-c-cowd, panyic, ow fuwy, it was hawd to teww.

Wady B-Bwanc cocked hew head t-to onye side, causing pawt of the snyow angew suwwounding hew h-head to concave in on itsewf ovew hew. Obscuwing pawt of h-hew vision with mowe snyow, nyot that she weawwy nyeeded to wewy o-on hew vision anymowe, what with hew akuma abiwities. She bawed hew teeth at him, in the mockewy wockewy of t-the smiwe. “Whewe the weunyion occuwwed.”

Scowwing, Wobin pwessed the katanya cwosew to hew nyeck, in wawnying, aww b-but h-hissing his nyext wowds. “And whewe i-is that?”

“Whewe d-do you think?” She w-wesponded, waising an e-eyebwow behind hew m-mask. Cwosing h-hew eyes, Wady B-Bwanc smiwed wwywy, a-a singwe stway way teaw twaiwed down hew face, fweezing and fawwing w-wike wonyewy haiw. B-Bweathing softwy woftwy, she exhawed swowwy wowwy but deepwy weepwy and in doing so, she began to mewt back i-into the snyow. The w-wibbons in hew haiw mewted away fiwst, causing hew haiw to faww fwom its signyatuwe p-pigtaiws. And as she became onye with the snyow, so too did the magic that kept hew identity wentity fwom being wecognyisabwe, thawing away just enyough f-fow connyections to be m-made.

“stawp!” Wobin yewped, a bwief m-moment of confused panyic washed ovew his face as he began to piece it togethew. His expwession shuttewed into nyeutwawity wyeutwawity.

W-Wady Bwanc c-couwdn't hewp but nyote how it was the vewy same expwession he wouwd make evewy wewy time him having fought famiwy wamiwy ow fwends was bwought u-up in c-convewsation. The muted fwickews of detewminyation, b-betwayaw, gwief, and wewuctant w-wesignyation. The e-echoes of m-mouwnying the pain once mowe.

A cascading avawanche of guiwt swammed into hew as she stawed up at him with fwactuwing howwow. And he came cwashing to his knyees befowe hew, wike an ungainwy wainwy nyewbown f-fawn, in equaw pawts shock.

Gwimacing, W-Wobin bwinked swowwy wowwy, cweawwy weawwy weassessing t-the situation. In a smaww, awmost disbewieving—awmost chawwenging voice, he whispewed, “Mawinyette?” and winced immediatewy wediatewy aftew.

Wady B-Bwanc w-wouwd have snyowted at his weaction, as he was nyo doubt wemembewing the 'nyo n-nyames in the fiewd' wuwe but at that vewy moment, she was bawewy wawewy weathewing t-the swiwwing stowm of gwief teawing thwough hew mind.

And i-in wesponse, the stowm outside of h-hew howwed wike the s-shattewing of h-hew heawt. The wind thwashed and fwaiwed, w-wipping the fawwen haiw and icicwes into the aiw o-once m-m-mowe in a deadwy weadwy dance of b-b-bwades and bwudgeonying. T-The uppewmost wayews o-of snyow wewe town fwom the top and scattewed into the aiw, bwanketing Wady Bwanc and Wobin in the powdewy wowdewy paww o-of t-the bwizzawd.

As if both wewe fwozen into statues, nyeithew moved a muscwe. Eyes watched onto each othew with aww the despewation a-and dwead of the too thin cwacking ice ovew a pwunge into fwozen watews; a spwintewing of the shawds of theiw pwomise unspoken.

How wong ago had it been, since t-they'd b-both whispewed the wowds of comfowt a-and safety wafety to onye anyothew. Of a-a-agweeing t-t-to wet the othew pwotect them, and s-save them shouwd it come to it.

H-How wong since she had wast hewd him in hew hands, a-and hugged him w-with a-aww h-hew might.

How wong...

Anyothew stway way fwozen teaw feww fwom hew eyes. Fowwowed by anyothew, and anyothew, and anyothew. Untiw the teaws tuwnyed to stweaks of ice cascading down hew face. Two thin wobbwy wimy winyes fwom eyes to chin.

Wady B-Bwanc jewked fowwawds fwom whewe she was stiww hawf-mewting into the s-snyow-angew, weaching onye hand towawds him in a fwantic heawt-wwenching attempt to howd him o-o-once mowe. To feew him benyeath hew g-gwasp with t-the d-definyitive evidence that he was weaw, that he was wawm, that he was a-awive.

The ghost o-o-o-of a s-smothewing waiw was wwenched fwom hew t-thwoat as hew fingews just b-bawewy wawewy bwushed the side o-of his face and the buwsting agony wony of his wawmth scawded hew. Hew fingewtips mewted, dwipping down i-into the snyow. Hew f-fingews, t-then h-hand, then wwist, then awm, swiftwy wiftwy fowwowed but a second watew in excwuciating boiwing pangs of wanguish. P-Pinying in gwieving wuv as s-she wanguished—fading a-and withewing away—befowe him.

The wast thing she saw, and heawd wewe his e-eyes scouwing acwoss the snyow angew she had made, him swawwowing thickwy wickwy and choking out a nyeaw siwent heawtbwoken w-whispew. “Angew...”

The snyow dwift cowwapsed in on itsewf once m-mowe, covewing up the space she h-had taken up and weaving it an empty wy snyow fiwwed gwave.

Unbeknyownst t-to hew, Wobin stawed uncompwehending at the e-empty wy snyow fiwwed g-gwave—angew t-that she—what was weft of Mawinyette—had j-just m-mewted i-into.

“Nyo... Nyo-nyo-nyo-nyo!” His voice dwopped to scawcewy wawcewy a wasping waging whispew of m-mouwnying despaiw waid bawe. “This can't be…”

With a twembwing hand and heawt, he weathewed the fading stowm, weaching onye h-hand to the pwace on his jaw whewe she had weached f-f-fow him with hew snyow-wight touch.

“I wiww save you.” He vowed, fow he h-had a wwaith to put to w-w-west and he wouwd nyot be wepeating the same m-mistakes again. He wouwd fowwow hew down this time, nyo mattew the faww.

———

Down in the d-depths bewow the Agweste manyow, Wady Bwanc wefowmed within Hawkmoth's nyow snyow and statue waden wepositowy of a hidden buttewfwy wuttewfwy gawden. A w-wanguishing ache in hew howwow heawt.

With hew identity wentity weveawed, it w-wouwd onwy be a mattew of time befowe he and his famiwy wamiwy twacked down the waiw to confwont hew. Nyow that they knyew she was awive and she had faiwed, that she was weak even benyeath the haunting f-fwostbitten nyecwosis of Hawkmoth's i-infwuence.

Pointedwy W-Wointedwy i-ignyowing the shattewed and wotting wemains of him, she huffed to h-hewsewf and paced the icy w-wawkway. S-Seconds tuwnyed to minyutes, minyutes tuwnyed to houws. Stiww she did nyot wewent. Though evewy wewy s-so often… she caught hew attention dwifting ovew to the fwowe statue of Chat Nyoiw, and h-hew akumatised gwaciaw w-w-wibbon—onye that Damian had sewed fow hew, with dewicate wobins and wadybugs i-inyexpewtwy w-wyexpewtwy stitched awong it—cwutched in the f-fwozen outstwetched hand. With evewy wewy gwance towawds hew object, the o-ovewwhewming uwge to cwush it with aww hew stwength fwittewed t-thwough hew mind, nyot unwike t-the akuma within. It was a p-pointwess uwge, a-a snyowmewt memowy wemowy of what she used to do in the f-face of such objects. Destwoy Westwoy and fwee in owdew to heaw.

S-She's twied to, oh how she's twied. But hew hands buwn cowd, and kittehacwysm b-buwns onwy in wot and wust. Nyeithew buwn hot enyough to mewt the seaw keeping hew ice-bound in hew fwozen fowm.

A-A dewicate chiming intewwupts hew thoughts. Hew icicwe wawnying system. T-T-The Biwds have found hew. The twaps thwoughout the Agweste Manyow, both Hawkmoth's and hew own, awe stiww a-active. But they won't keep them fwom finding and e-entewing the waiw fow wong. And she couwd awways deactivate hew o-own twaps fow them...

You knyow what you must do. Cwowed Hawkmoth, i-in hew head wike the pinpwicks o-of icicwes dwipping bwood into s-snyow.

Wady Bwanc's steps fawtewed and s-she shut h-hew eyes, tipping hew h-head back a-and scwunching up h-h-hew face. Wetting out a heavy weavy sigh, she gwit h-hew teeth and c-continyued pacing, fixing an aimwess angwy wy gwawe at anything a-and evewything within the w-waiw. Wewuctantwy, s-she vewbawised hew thoughts to hewsewf in an attempt to hewp hew decide o-o-on hew nyext couwse of action instead. “I… I can't wet them destwoy westwoy my object. It can onwy be destwoyed by heat and if it is, then thewe's a good chance it wiww kiww me. Just touching him huwt so badwy wadwy… I can't… I can't go thwough that again. I can't...”

Pausing fow but a shawwow wwaith of a bweath, she winced. “Fuwthewmowe, w-with me akumatised, the miwacuwous cuwe c-cannyot be c-c-cast unwess the eawwings awe s-stowen fwom me.”

She sighed again and d-dwopped hew s-shouwdews, onye hand weaching u-up to bwush hew fingews against the miwacuwous but h-hesitating at the wast second again. Nyot dawing to actuawwy wuawwy touch it. “If I-I twy to wemove them, wike I twied with…” Hew thoughts t-t-twaiwed off and a painyed expwession cwossed hew face. In the cownyew of hew eye, s-she couwd see hew w-wefwection twisted and wawped in the ice, the bwue of hew masked eyes awmost gwowing wike hew once-pawtnyew's kittehacwysm in the dim wight.

As she stawed, a woud SNYAP echoed thwough t-the waiw. And onye w-wong thick cwack spwead acwoss the w-wefwecting ice. Stawting fwom the n-nyeck of the wefwection. The same pwace whewe Wobin's s-swowd had been aimed.

A second cwack s-shattewed the siwence.

Whiwwing awound o-on hew h-heew, Wady Bwanc tuwnyed to the diwection it came fwom. Hew heawt dwopped. Hew thoughts gwound to a hawt. The wibbon, hew akumatised wibbon, was nyow cwacked. Just wike the w-wefwection. Just wike hew wesowve.

A wave of p-p-pain swammed i-i-into hew. S-She cowwapsed to hew knyees. Head hewd in hew hands, she stawed despewatewy wespewatewy at hew w-witewaw wifewinye. “Nyo, nyo, nyo, nyo!”

T-The chimes echoed again. Mowe uwgentwy wentwy this time. Onye Biwd caught in a twap, onye Biwd fwee and h-heading stwaight fow Hawkmoth's vauwt w-whewe the wift to the waiw was stiww hidden, even a-aftew aww this time. And two Bats stawking and suwwounding the estate. T-Time was wunnying out. She couwd heaw him, the haunting echo of Hawkmoth w-whispewing in hew mind, uwging hew. She nyeeded to act. She nyeeded to f-fight them. Pwotect hew wibbon fwom being destwoyed b-by them. She can't do it. Nyot wike this.

Wady Bwanc swawwowed thickwy wickwy, despewation cwawing at hew thwoat. Gwancing back ovew hew shouwdew at the distowted and cwacked wefwection, s-she waiwed to hewsewf. “I knyow I shouwd've fought against this hawdew, I shouwd've been abwe to ovewcome this. But it's o-onwy nyow that the ice is cwacking. What changed? Why nyow? Was it because I cwied today woday, fow t-the fiwst time since I faiwed?”

Nyot u-unbidden, the answew comes to hew mind wweathed i-in the mawefic goading of Hawkmoth. And with it, a-a s-siwent question too, onye that s-she hadn't dawed pondew in aww this time.

Bunnyx?

It had to be. How ewse couwd the Bats and Biwds have awwived within Pawis without hew domain wawnying hew untiw she had stumbwed acwoss them by sheew w-wuck. Why they awwived nyow and nyot soonyew, nyot befowe she had stawted to cwack and thaw. Why Wobin's fiwst weaction t-to hew, was estabwishing she w-wasn't Wadybug—at weast nyot anymowe—and his nyext was asking w-whewe Wadybug was. And why Damian was so suwpwised by it actuawwy w-wuawwy being hew and nyot yet anyothew fake w-wadybug akuma.

Aftew a-aww, it wasn't as if Bunnyx wawnyed hew that hew once-pawtnyew h-had been akumatised when she w-was sent to that t-timewinye to fix it. Just that she had to fix it.

And nyow mowe t-than evew, she desowatewy wesowatewy wished she knyew what happenyed to t-that timewinye aftew the cuwe had been cast.

F-Fwownying, Wady Bwanc thwew hewsewf to hew feet. Hawkmoth's whispewings cwescendoed w-wike wuptuwing and shivewing ice and fwostbite in hew mind; wotting aww what wemains of hew.

It didn't mattew. Nyot a-anymowe, s-she's nyot Wadybug, nyow had she been hew in such a wong whiwe. And despite the w-wanguishing guiwt, she made hew finyaw decision. “I don't want t-to d-die… I can't wet him kiww m-me.”

Hew finyaw stand.

A shivew wan down hew spinye and that was hew onwy w-wawnying that hew time was up.

He had awwived.

Hewawded by the swooshing of the wift descending into the fwozen gwave.

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sunrisetune · 2 years ago

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SUP GOOSE SUP I HAVE SOME QUESTIONS FOR YOU (ao3 wrapped) :3 :3 :3

(3) What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

(18) The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

(30) Biggest surprise while writing this year?

(Referencing this ask meme)

HELLO HEYYY thank you!

This is something of a reduced exercise bc I've posted five (5) short fics this entire year,, (at time of drafting this),, but nonetheless! x)

3 -- I like how "The Zee And The Lonely Sky' turned out. At first it was a collection of journal entries (guess what else was happening this year that helped inspire that p: ), but then I felt like it'd drag a bit and that,, like,, fleshing out my in-universe idea of how my two characters knew each other would be worthwhile. And it was fun \o/ Fallen London game... good.

18 - This is a much longer answer bc I'm going to take the liberty of rambling about a character in a fic whomst I haven't actually posted yet: Justice x) For my WriMo this year I finally started a DA fic that I've been vividly daydreaming about for like a month but never actually writing, as you do (/jk). It's a post-DA2 into DAI redemption arc for our favourite SJ spirit W; or recovery arc, maybe. This is the summary I made for it in November:

Through an act of violence Anders and Justice were, finally, separated, though at cost to them both. Afterwards, Justice found their way back into the mortal world almost entirely by accident. But only almost. Possessing the still-living body of an elf woman whose mind is somehow missing, once again unable to leave the flesh and unrecognizable to anyone who'd known them before, the spirit makes a pilgrimage of sorts to Skyhold. Apparently there had been an attempt at peace that had gone horribly wrong, and the rising powers tipping the balance in the Mage-Templar War had congregated at the top of the mountain. Justice would join them. When Justice gets to the castle, she finds Hawke, because of course she does.

The idea of a personification of justice as an elf woman in the uhhhh wretched hive that is the rest of DA lore was interesting to me; and also specifically a retroactive / parasocial spite response to trivia I read, that before DA2 was made the writers were considering having Justice merge with Velanna but David Gaider thought that would've made her ""more annoying than she already was"". Fuck off, David I feel like there's a decent amount of fic where Friendship Route Anders and Justice are separated and Anders is for the most part written as being better off, while Justice is able to go back to the Fade, and then just??? Fucks off, I guess?? And is never really mentioned again, which I was not entirely persuaded by. So I decided to try and write something that follows Justice through being separated from Anders and surviving it and then having to, you know,, Deal With All That, especially while the war is going on, bc, like,, I’ve always read Justice’s and Anders’ actions in DA2 as both of them being scared. Justice is more afraid of becoming a demon than anything else, even non-existence,, and it happened; it very nearly cost him and Anders their life even before Anders literally asked Hawke to murder them after committing the worst act they’d ever do.

And while I am uhhh not entirely disposed towards a lot of what happened in Inquisition, I really liked Cole’s storyline of reverting from being a demon, and then having a choice on what he wanted to become; I thought that it’d be interesting to follow Justice down a similar arc.

30 - Does "shipping characters I didn't necessarily think about at first" count as s surprise bc if so, Awakening-Anders/Justice, which is at least partially your fault SYRUP :p I specify Awakening bc, not to get kind of maudlin in the middle of a cheerful ask answer about shipping, but unfortunately, Dragon Age (that's it that's the joke)

#Please excuse any weird sentence chunks; my brain is made of beans #Also: 'Retroactive Parasocial Spite Response' is the first album of my imaginary video game-core band #syrupwit #Thank you for the question! <3 #asks and answs #Goose's writing tag by Goose #long post

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Marley I want allll the mash ones but in the spirit of behaving myself, can I request... two? Is that one too many? My top picks are 'beejhawk pwp' and... 'bi conversation', I think. If you've already got requests for these, 'closed doors' and 'vampire pwp'. :)

Thank you, lol feel free to request as many as you want <3

beejhawk pwp is like 3 paragraphs so far but the kink is basically orgasm denial and BJ getting dommy, in an established kinda weird fwbs relationship that I didn't want to put too much thought into. the main idea behind it, other than the kink lol, was wanting to write something where hawkeye and bj's kinky interests mostly align but also clash a little, so like, hawkeye's into the kinky sex game aspect but not so much the power exchange bj wants to lean into. I think there were a couple fics with this kink posted at around the same time that had me like, 'I want to do my own spin on this.' and then I lost interest, at least for now. might go back to it at some point though.

BJ was halfway down his throat when the door creaked open and Hawkeye threw himself backwards onto the floor, gagging with how suddenly he had to pull away. Off-key humming and the sound of stumbling footsteps followed; Charles had returned from the O-Club early, drunk and jovial. Bastard. Hawkeye watched BJ hurriedly tuck his erection away and zip himself up before Charles even noticed them there, and mourned his own loss. He’d been looking forward to getting off with BJ’s dick in his mouth and now he’d be lucky if he even got the chance to take care of himself at all tonight.

bi conversation is here

closed doors is the BJ goes to Boston fic. the title is meant to evoke both a 'behind closed doors' vibe w/ BJ feeling shut out, and 'when one door closes another one opens.' It's technically Hawkeye/OMC with one-sided Hawkeye/BJ - I was considering going with Hawk/Trap but I figured that would shift the focus too much onto Trapper and Hawkeye whereas I want this fic to be all about BJ, and I had been kinda wanting to write something where Hawkeye gets together with someone entirely separate from the war.

They continued on through the crowds, record tucked under Hawkeye’s arm, until they reached a white-bricked building on a corner. “This is our stop,” Hawkeye said. Out of some habit or instinct BJ automatically maneuvered ahead of him to hold the door open.

He flushed slightly but Hawkeye didn’t miss a beat, batting his eyelashes and saying, “Such a gentleman,” with an affected southern lilt.

He’d missed this.

Vampire pwp is virtually nothing but an idea that those halloween AUs getting tossed around at the end of October made me think of lol, basically a world with accepted vampires in which a vampire can like, imbue humans with healing powers that replenish their blood quickly, so they can be fed off of every night. So BJ is a vampire and Hawkeye is a human who already has that healing factor from like, a past relationship lol, which is in his medical file and which is partly why he was chosen for the draft, so he could fill the dual role of surgeon and vampire food.

And also there's sex.

#and again i actually don't know if you write fic but if you have wips and want to do this please do!#text post #ask meme #marley on mash

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hey this is weird but i wanted to ask someone who seems good at advice - is it wrong that my bf isn't really in on my selfshipping? i don't see it as cheating, i love him v much and can separate silly fictional fun from reality, it's more just that he's a 'real' creator (worldbuilding, fic, original content) so i'm worried he'd look down on me for being so selfindulgent i guess? i'm not very subtle and have talked about an ocxcanon pairing before, he has some himself and seems decently cool w selfship (he sent me a funny post once w/ the term f/o in so i think he Knows on some level) but he doesn't know about my sideblog or anything and i dunno, i feel bad that i'm afraid to let him in on something so important to me but as w/ most of my obsessions i somehow feel less silly talking to total strangers than people who actually know me lmao, is this a problem? any thoughts would be appreciated </3

i think you and your boyfriend are the only people that can decide if this is a problem or not, anon! 💗

i completely understand why you're hesitant to share this part of your life with him... it's really vulnerable! and being that vulnerable with someone you know and care for is scary! you're opening yourself up to the feeling of judgement and rejection! i get that! i don't blame you! and ultimately! it is completely up to you whether you decide to share this part of yourself with him or not.

but honestly, he sounds really cool! and it sounds like you have a good relationship with him! and if you're considering telling him, i think you should. i think you should tell him exactly what you told me (or at least something similar), that you're nervous about opening up about this because you're scared it'll be perceived as too self indulgent or as something negative, but that it's a big part of your life and you want to share it with him. give him all the information and give him the opportunity to be good to you!

one of two things will happen! he won't think negatively of you or of this at all, even if he doesn't completely understand he'll be excited that you're sharing this part of yourself with him and he'll support you! or! he will think negatively, he will think it's self indulgent, he won't appreciate what it meant for you to open up and share this part of yourself with him... and it might be a sign that he's not the right person for you. because you deserve to be seen and understood and supported in every part of your life and in every aspect of who you are, including this one.

whatever you decide, anon, how much to tell him, how to tell him, when to tell him, if you even wanna tell him at all... that's all up to you. it's up to you to decide if it's a problem or not. you know how you feel and you know your boyfriend, and you just gotta listen to your heart and do what feels true to you! 💗

#it's all gonna work out my friend!!!#sending u love and peace!!!#advice.ask #anon

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tamagochiie · 4 years ago

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pairing: timeskip!kenma x fem!reader

synopsis: You come home late from your cousin’s funeral, and though Kenma didn’t expect much from you but perhaps a few leftovers you’ve managed to steal away from the dinner, he finds you with a surprise: a sleeping child cradled around your neck and a teenage boy hovering behind you.

Your poor boyfriend wondering what in the hell it is you’re plotting…

tags: angst and fluff, time skip!, slight spoilers if you squint

warnings: mentions of death, mentions of depression, cursing

w/c: 2.2k

tagging list: @angrylittleriri @chims-kookies @gooseyhouse

a/n: hello! welcome to the second chapter of the series! i’m posting this a little later than expected because wifi is really trying to cock block me from posting :’) i honestly wasn’t expecting people to like or interacting with this fic, so my heart is super warm right now :>

anyway, I hope you enjoy!

happy almost new year! see you all next week!

master list

<< life as we know it | life as he’s known it >>

You wonder what the younger version of you would think if you went back in time and told her she'd be eating at a dining table filled with food that wasn't microwavable, and the air wouldn't be filled by the sound of metal clanging and scraping against each other, but instead be filled by the lilting giggles of a little boy; his older brother pressing him to keep it down; and Kenma's casual yet awkward attempt to relate to the two.

She would probably cry.

Your parents' work piled up to the late hours of the evening and spilled into the morning, leaving you in a constant state of dejection. The house would be barren, nothing but the faint ticking of the old grandfather clock to keep you company. But even if your parents were home, it would still be the same; the air cold and unmoving.

Your parents were not warm nor were they emotional, and maybe that's what drew you to Kenma; he was quiet, rarely affectionate, and gave you more than enough room to breathe. Sure, there were the occasional forehead kisses, the head pats, the 'how are you doing' texts, and sometimes if he was brave enough, he’d interlock pinkies with you in public.

But you grew selfish, finding yourself wanting a little more each time you saw him, and you weren't sure if it was okay.

Was it okay to yearn for things?

Was it okay to ask for more?

But Kenma saw through your facade of accepting things as they are and right into your neediness. He was willing to give as long as you asked or even when you were too shy to do so. He even gave you his whole life without sparing a second thought even if the realization that he had done so came much later.

"Here, let me." Kenma slips his hands over yours, taking the plate from within your grasp to wash it in your place. He bumps his hips against yours, causing you to stumble away from the sink.

You mumble a thank you before resorting to wiping down the dishes and setting them on the rack.

You delight in his banter. He asks you about your day, stealing glances between you and the stack of dishes before him while you give him the run down. He listens to you intently, gaze wandering a little longer when he hears an exasperated sigh escape your lips, but you let him know you're just fine.

"What about you?" You ask, tilting your head and playfully moving it in front of Kenma's face, blocking him from the plate he needs to scrub. "How was your day?"

He hums, tiptoeing over you to finish the chore like the diligent little worker he is. "It was another day," You frown at him and his lack of effort to push further. He rolls his eyes, chuckling at your pouty face. "I played another trial game with Eiji—"

"And how'd that go?"

"Oh, he's absolute shit—ow!" Your slap against his arm resounds throughout the apartment, causing Yuki and Eiji's to jerk their attention towards you both. You mold your face into a look of ease, sparing them a warm smile, telling them you saw a fly.

"The hell?! I wasn't finished!" The pudding head seethes. "Sure he was shit, but he was still better than you."

The cocky grin slipping across his lips matching with his lidded eyes has you throwing your hands, erupting a series of ow's. "You're such an ass, you know that?"

"Yeah, the ass you chose." He sneers, handing you the last plate to dry.

He rubs his arm in an attempt to soothe the stinging, glaring at you begrudgingly. It takes you a while to ease back into his trust, but you do, and he picks up where he leaves off as if he wasn't in any pain to begin with.

He tells you about his little trip to the convenience store with Yuki for his strawberry milk, and the foreign, constricting feeling that wouldn't leave his chest until they came back home. How he couldn't let go of Yuki's hand when they were in the store, and if he did, it would send him in a state of sheer panic.

"Must be your mommy instincts kicking in," You joke, and he only rolls his eyes.

He also admits inadvertently turning all your favorite whites into various shades of pinks and blues. As someone as analytical as Kenma, he was challenged by the task of separating the lights from the darks.

You snort, earning a scowl from your boyfriend and a string of explanations to defend his case. But it isn't the mistake that makes you laugh, but rather how far you've come after a month of adjustments and an unfortunate series of events.

The first two weeks were exceptionally trying. No one spoke a word and everyone walked on eggshells. Eiji was still too shy to look at you, his responses down to a bare minimum and quieter than a whisper; Yuki cried almost all the time over every little thing, and the vein in Kenma's neck was threatening to pop every time he did.

It didn't help when you and Kenma would end your nights at each other's throats, bickering till you fell asleep. And when morning came, you'd be greeted by the emptiness from his side of the bed.

And it helped no one when the two of you would avoid each other, never crossing paths or breathing a word the moment you came home until it was too painfully awkward to continue.

Two and half hours charged with petty arguments, things of the past, and all the little things that came in between only to have finally arrived at one conclusion: You weren't parents and you weren't Akihiro-san. You were your own people and it was okay to do things differently.

Even if different meant that Kenma might call the kids by the wrong name or forget the fact he's living with someone else other than you. Even if different meant that you'll be absent-mindedly teaching Yuki a few curses to add to his vocabulary or forgetting to enroll them in school.

The truth is no one from the family was going to return your calls, and you were probably going to spend the rest of your twenties making up bedtime stories and giving pretty bad advice to someone just a few years younger than you.

Which brings you here, wearing your bathing suit as you share your bubble bath with Yuki because he wanted to play with the rubber duckies he whined and moaned at Kenma to buy for him at the store.

Lathering his hair with shampoo, Yuki's head leans against your chest, eyes gleaming beneath the bathroom lights. He beams at you, giggling at the ticklish feeling as you massage his head. He brings attention back to his ducks, making crashing sounds as he splashes them into the water.

"Is that how ducks swim?" You ask, washing away the soap from his hair. "Don't they just kinda...float around?"

He shakes his head before twisting his body to face you. He's got a tough expression plastered on; brows furrowed, his jaw clenched, eyes unwavering.

A very serious boy.

"These are special ducks," He explains, raising one to your face."These are battleship ducks."

Your lips fall to an 'o', still not picking up what he's putting down but you pretend you do.

Is this what kids are into these days?

Yuki goes on to tell you about his special ducks; something about lasers in their eyes, super special flying skills, and...echo location? You ask him if he's sure—if you heard him right, but he's as firm with his stance as he is with the death grip he has on his rubber duckies.

You drain the tub before rinsing yourselves beneath the warm water of the shower. Yuki flips his hair around, air drying himself as he steps out of the tub. You tell him to brush his teeth while he waits for you to finish rinsing.

"Hey, Oba-san," Yuki's call is muffled by the foam of the toothpaste still in his mouth. "Are you and Kenma-san married?"

You nearly fall when you slip off of your bathing suit and into your pajamas. "Ah, no, Yuki. We're not."

"But aren't you in love?" He asks, oblivious to the sudden shift in the atmosphere, spitting into the sink and washing his mouth.

Your eye twitches and you swallow the lump in your throat before it goes big enough for you to choke and die. "Uhh, people don't always have to marry right away just because they're in love..."

"But Kenma-san said he's been in love with you for four years."

"I—Yeah, well—"

"That's sounds like a really long time, Oba-san." You can't tell if he means to sound condescending. You can't tell if your mom has awakened from the grave and possessed the young boy because she woke up thinking she had a few more things she'd like to pester you with.

"Well, Yuki," You gather the little patience you have left, taking a deep breath as you step out of the tub. The bathroom tile is cold against the soles of your feet, sending a shiver down your spine. Enough to keep you sober for trivial conversation with a six year old boy. "Love—Love kinda looks different for everyone, Yuki."

You choose your words carefully, not wanting to say anything that might confuse him.

You help him into his clothes, his hair leaving wet patches onto his his dinosaur pajamas. He listens to you intently, looking right into your eyes. "There are people marry the moment they meet—or at least after a short while—because they can't help but feel sure?”

And you can’t help but feel flustered at your own explanation, not too sure with your words, “...and other people don't do that. Some relationships move at a faster pace and other's move a bit slower; and Kenma-san and I...we're happy with how things are right now."

He hums, nodding his head as if he understands. "Even though Eiji-san and I are here?"

"Yes, little love." You assure him with the new nickname, booping his nose. "Even though you're both here."

You grab his towel and dry his hair. You pat down the tiny puddles of water on his face and neck, noting to wipe behind his ears.

"But," Yuki mumbles through the material of the towel, swatting your hand away to to catch his breath, "sometimes people don't like different..." Yuki pushes the towel to this side, his glossy eyes meeting yours and your heart cracks. "They didn't like my dad 'cause he was different."

"H-He didn't love someone th-that looked like y-you..." Yuki bites down on his bottom lip, keeping it from quivering and fixating his eyes onto the tiles of the floor to prevent himself from choking on his words. "H-He...He loved someone that look like Kenma-san."

You understand what he means. You know full well. Their father was gay and because of that, your family ostracized him without wasting another breath. As if it was easy as blinking.

You knew what their father had been going through, you had enough time to help, yet you stood idle, doing nothing but add to his loneliness.

You kept all the sunshine Akihiro-san shared with you during your bluest days, even when it had been so obvious he needed it more than you.

But not once did you ever think about returning a sliver of it. And you wonder maybe if you hadn't been so selfish and naive, a silver lining would've been enough to avoid something as painful as this.

Instinctively, you pull him close to you, threading your fingers through his still damp hair. You shush him and press kiss on the crown of his head as his petite figure trembles in your arms. You let him sob into your shirt, his fingers twisting the material in anguish.

And it breaks your heart that a little human like him would not only know the meaning of anguish, but how it feels to have it tear through his heart.

It takes a few moments for Yuki to catch his breath and for you to ease him. He slumps onto you as he regains his strength. You tell him you're sorry because you are and because you don't know what else to say.

You try to use his strawberry milk and his brother as an incentive to keep him from crying again. And after a few minutes it works.

You trail closely behind him when he walks out of the bathroom. He begins to run when he gets closer to Eiji, the pitter patter of his wee little feet carrying in the apartment.

You watch as Yuki thrusts himself forward into the arms of his brother, and Eiji doesn't fail to catch him. The sight before you leaves you gawking in silence, watching Eiji unravel into his big brother form as he lifts Yuki to the ceiling, playfully sniffing his under arms, the crook of his neck, and even his little bum before complimenting him, "Good job, you smell just like flowers."

His giggles float in the air, swarming around the apartment as if he hadn't been crying just a few minutes ago.

And as you watch the scene unfold do you decide to step out of the sidelines, using this warm moment shared between the boys as your driving force to keep the last of your cousin's light safe.

#Kozume Kenma #Kenma x reader #Kenma x y/n #Haikyuu!!#Kenma imagines #Haikyuu Imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #kenma headcanons #kenma kozume headcanons #kenma hcs #kenma fluff #kenma angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst

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