#there are like a billion things I don't like about this fic but hopefully I'm just being nitpicky

[ckret2]

(I said earlier I had a fic excerpt about DEATH LAWYER AXOLOTL, here it is.)

The god hopefully turned to the time giant—

She shook her head, expression flat. "Nope. I'm a civil engineer, not a hostage negotiator."

—and then turned to the Axolotl. "You. You know how to talk to mortals like this triangle that's taken over Dimension Zero, don't you? Isn't he like the omnicidal monsters you represent every day?"

The Axolotl looked nervously at the wormhole into Dimension Zero. He could see blue fire and hear wails of pain on the other side. "Ah," he said.

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Biologically there was really no such thing as a god, in the same way that botanically there is really no such thing as a vegetable. Tomatoes are fruits; spinach is a leaf; carrots are roots; broccoli is an unfinished flower. The word "vegetable" just indicates the cultural role a plant performs in the kitchen.

The word "god" indicated the cultural role an entity performed in cosmology: a god was anything that exerted enough power that mortals felt driven to worship it.

Different beings so honored with the title "god" handled it in different ways. For the Axolotl's part, he thought it was a useful designation to help with networking, but mostly it was a pain that meant he was put up on a pedestal for doing his job.

The Axolotl was a god of justice. Not the god of justice, but one. He held dominion over an abstract concept; over millions and billions of years, his words and decisions slowly, inexorably altered the idea of "justice" on a multiversal scale. Mercy, retribution, punishment, rehabilitation, equity, equality, fairness, and righteousness were like multicolored clays he could twist, squish, sculpt, and blend at his leisure, permanently altering what those ideas meant to the mortals they affected.

Which was to say: he was a lawyer.

He was also known as a god of rebirth. Which was to say: he specialized in afterlife law. Before going into law he'd only been a psychopomp, but after having to escort too many despairing souls to afterlives he felt were too severe for their sins, he'd decided he wanted a say in where he took his souls. Now he helped clients get their charges reduced so they were eligible for a higher-tier reincarnation, or got their purgatorial sentences reduced, or—on rare occasions—even helped them avoid damnation. (Although he didn't take many damnation cases. He didn't always win—and those ones were too depressing to lose.)

And lately, he'd been developing a reputation.

For the past few centuries, he'd been working on a damnation case. He was defending a supervillain who'd built a weapon that could slice open the fabric of spacetime—a crime against reality—and bisect planets in its wake. He'd died inside the jurisdiction of an afterlife that had legalized eternal damnation. Case law had long since established that the dead had to be sent either to the afterlife system of their native jurisdiction or an alternate afterlife system of their choice in order to be judged, provided that the proper afterlife accepted their transfer request.

But if this villain had been extradited to his home world, the heaviest sentence he could have faced was a thousand years purgatory, with an option for early reincarnation for good behavior after a hundred years. So the jurisdiction he'd died in had summoned up some bureaucratic red tape to dismiss his native afterlife's extradition request, and he'd been sentenced where he'd died. They'd wanted to establish via case law that the dead who had committed crimes against reality could be damned in whichever jurisdiction they happened to die in, and hoped they could get away with it just for lack of anyone protesting the move. After all, everyone involved much preferred that a mortal wicked enough to obliterate multiple populated planets and trillions of lives receive eternal punishment.

Everyone involved except the Axolotl. 

Taking this case hadn't made him many friends. He didn't care; he had his principles. Let an interplanetary supervillain be dragged away to a foreign afterlife just so that he can be forced into damnation, and next it'll be a planetary dictator; let a dictator be dragged away, and next it'll be a murderer; and next it'll be a burglar; and next it'll be a jaywalker that a psychopomp has a personal grudge against. If the Axolotl could establish that even the most undeserving mortal imaginable, a criminal against reality, still deserved the right to be sentenced in the afterlife of his choice, then he could establish that everyone less evil deserved the same right.

If he had anything to say about it, in two or three trillion years he'd see eternal punishment outlawed completely; but untilthen, he was not going to sit idly by and let this flagrant abuse of interdimensional law become the new meaning of justice! He would get that supervillain out of eternal damnation, personally escort him to his native afterlife, and see him reincarnated on his own home world—and mark his words, he would rain so much bureaucratic hell on the judges and psychopomps that had let this abuse of justice take place that no god would dare keep a soul from its rightful afterlife ever again, or he wasn't the Axolotl!

All of which was to say:

Yes, unfortunately. This triangle was like the omnicidal monsters he represented every day.

And so he was appointed hostage negotiator.

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(And that's why a trillion years later he's the guy helping Bill submit an insanity plea so that he can go to Theraprism rather than get the permadeath penalty.)

[f-imaginings]

i was gonna write a small comment on one of your posts then i realized how intense i had gotten into this text, i really hope this isnt too concerning to get such a lengthy message, so my genuine apologies for this😅🙏

okie first off— oh my word, i just might tear up over hearing you’re plotting a sequel haha🤧 despite that, i seriously can not for the life of me fully express just how tragically poetic KMKY is written. i CAN. NOT. stress that enough. truly.. like i literally tell myself & some fellas aaall the time how i so desperately NEED to get off my bum and write a looong meaningful essay over your work (and for canon gravity falls’ story lol). i don’t mean to get out of hand and ramble but really, the full on complexity of ford & bill’s dynamic (canon or au) plus with certain canon events being extended in your perspective is just..ughh woww!!😫 the way you articulate both ford & bill’s internal struggles with themselves and towards one another throughout the whole timeline of events and with how they really aren’t so different from each another. how they both strive for similar goals of ‘changing the world for the better. how they find strange solace in one another for being outcasts in their own societies. how (possibly) this is one of, if not the first time, bill had someone ACTUALLY fully accept and worship him back, regardless of his form. how they have endless conflicting thoughts and feelings constantly churning away in their brain, admitted or not. how bill is taking in every single new experience in a human vessel (an all-knowing immortal inter dimensional being is shown something NEW? by a mortal human being no less??? ohhh lord how i lose my mind over that, i could probably write an essay on that concept alone!🫡). and unfortunately, how both of their faults lead to ultimate consequences for anyone and everyone involved. goddamn, id be lying through my teeth if i said this fic hasn’t highly enlightened me wayy more for these troubled souls (canon or au). oh gosh i cant help but gush over this fic, ive reread it too many times to count. in all seriousness, your work has changed me very deeply 🫣💛

It is not at all concerning I'm delighted to get such a long thought out lovely ask about the fic!

I'm so glad it's brought you lots of joy and that you've had fun with how complex the characters get to be. I am sure you can tell haha but I love all the characters of Gravity Falls and want to do them justice, so the fact that people are vibing with how they're portrayed in my fic makes me very happy.

Ford and Bill are so similar and the story is littered with about a billion narrative foils to reinforce the themes of the fic. In the latest chapter I'm working on rn Ford's narrative foils in particular are a lot of fun to explore (Stanley obviously, and Dipper and Mabel too, but he's had a few narrative foils, like Antelias's worshipper Ingénue and Sandeep) but Bill gets some fun ones too (Zippy, Mabel, Pyronica) and as the main pairing their circumstances always revolve around the other.

I cannot tell you how excited I am about the sequel tbh. My notes app on my phone is full of plot points for it that will hopefully A) make y'all laugh a bunch (they made me laugh a lot so hopefully) B) tie up any loose threads from KMKY (though I don't plan on leaving a lot of them floating in the ether) and C) hopefully be a believable journey to a sort of redemption that won't feel forced for any of the characters. I want you all to believe that this is the logical progression for things if the circumstance in the sequel actually came to pass, I want it to be like that feeling of dawning realisation, accountability and wonder, that things really can change, so the readers can feel all the story beats that the characters feel when it happens. I want it to untangle the conflicted feelings they would all be left with by the end of KMKY. I know that through the course of KMKY they've all developed into their own versions of the characters in the show, but hopefully they're still recognisable to show fans. I'd want people to be able to read the fic and go 'yep that's them' even if they haven't read all 1 million words of KMKY haha. Anyway I can't ramble too much bc I don't want to spoil anything for y'all but I can promise it will be good.

Thank you for enjoying the fic so much and sticking it out with me. The encouragement you provide helps me write and put out my best work (because I want to impress everyone who enjoyed the fic and believed in me as a writer) so best believe that there will be some enthusiastic dedications next chapter in the authors notes.

[chimkin-samich]

Hi you two ! Hope you're doing great, drink water and don't overwork yourself ! I had a question ! I'm doing a flag tour of my characters, hopefully I'll be able to draw them all before the end of pride but I wanted to draw one of them, Letto, with Sun because a little scene they have together in the fic you inspired me is so cute, but I don't know Sun's Flag ! What are they ?

And since I'm asking, I'm curious about Moon's, Eclipse and homie Tari as well !! :3 ♥

I had kinda thought that Sun was nonbinary pansexual, (just like Letto hence why I was drawing them together being cuties poochies ) can't wait to see if Igot that right !

Until then here's a billions of kisses ! DRINK WATER !!! ♥♥

Hello! Happy to see you in our asks again! Sorry for the late reply been running around like usual, but we’re taking care of ourselves as best as possible, lots of water and trying to get plenty of rest, I (sly did finally get my meds after 3 months of nothing so I’m doing way better as well in that aspect ✨

For your questions! With the og AU of them being bots they don’t really identify with much, their pronouns are he/they but eclipse does prefer they/them more but he’s fine with either, they could identify as just queer since they have no problem dating anyone or identifying as anything but it’s not a big importance for them, they do (Sun especially) enjoy pride event, it’s a nice excuse to party and get dressed up in a silly and colorful way

Same goes really for other Aus such as moth/mer and others about identifying the same way, it’s not really on their radar

BUT! It is a thing in the human au! Their all FTM, Moon is bigender (non-binary & male) and just uses He/They and says he’s pansexual/Demiromantic, Sun is non binary and just uses they/them, he uses pansexual/demiromantic like Moon, and Eclipse is binary and just uses he/him, his sexuality is demisexual/romantic

So we had almost practically the same idea for Sun lol

[oh-no-its-bird]

Ok so updated list of my WIPS;

Actually in progress;

- Offal and All (Kakashi's relationship with food throughout the years, mostly told through the eyes of others) I'm activley focusing on this one rn and hoping to post it like, this week actually. It's a mash up of a lot of different tiny Kakashi hc's I've posted about and should be very fun (and depressing, but that's kind of my brand, so.)

- One Step Three Steps chapter 10, it's going well so far actually I just keep writing it at work then being forced to stop bc like. Work. Might go up this week, hopefully

- Chasing Shadows chapter 4, it's like 20% done? Ish? I just need to find the head space to get back to writing it, will go up within the next 2 weeks for sure but idk when exactly. It'll be great tho ur gonna get Hikaku, Fugaku, Shisui, Mikoto, just all the cool Uchiha. Lots of politics, lots of drama, the works

- Itama and the secret senju weed empire fic,,,, it will be long and it will be beautiful which means it'll take me forever to do, sorry

- Magical Girl Izuna AU (my beloved) I got distracted by other projects midway through writing chapter 1 but I'll get there eventually

- Little lab mystery where kid edo-tensei reincarnations of Madara and Tobirama wake up with no memories and immediately stage a jail break

- Nin burger!!!!! Yes this is a real thing yes I meant to post it like the same week I started making it but then I got distracted and didn't. But I swear to fucking GOD I will see it complete. Nin Burger is my favorite real naruto restaurant that is real

- That one oneshot where Madara and Tobirama spend a festival night in the capital together as children, and Madara develops his very first crush on the fox masked boy, but seems to be doomed never to meet him again— till Konoha's first festival is held and he sees a man wearing the very same mask, waiting for him in the crowds. Might not actually finish this one tbh but also maybe I'll save it for tbmd week?? Idk

Considering / Planning;

- Hikaku as the Uchiha clan head after Madara's betrayal comic,,, not an actual fic but I wanna make this so bad. I've written notes for it I just need to get along to drawing it

- Izuna in Wonderland comic, honestly I'll probably end up doing the entire thing in one go one night when I get hit in the face w a brick w motivation. So it'll be a surprise for both u guys and me when I post that! I always do my comics in one go bc I physically can't bring myself to return to art projects if interrupted, which means I tend to do longer ones on my days off where I have literally nothing else to do or distract me, but I haven't had one of those in like. 2 months now. So. But I will soon!! Umm. Maybe.

- Here Before and After Me chapter 2, I'll probably make one eventually but who tf knows when. I have a very specific vision of Kakashi following Tobirama onto the battlefield and scaring the shit out of a very alarmed and confused Izuna

- Tobirama and Izuna's field trip through time and space, I don't think I want to commit to a full fic bc it'd be seriously long and I'm already commiting to Chasing Shadows and One Step Three Steps as my regular update long fics, then the MG Izuna au and Itama fic as my "write it all behind the scenes then post" long fics. One shots only for me, sorry. But I do wanna write a silly one shot of the boys crash landing face first into a konoha council meeting during their field trip

Dropped / Abandoned;

- That one mdtb space mermaid au, rip. Maybe I'll come back to u one day but for now I have a lot to focus on, sorry

- mdtb fish in a pond fic where Tobirama is half spirit and turns into a koifish that Tajima then brings home and tosses into the families koi pond

I think that's everything? I have a shit memory and do everything on my notes app then forget to categorize the notes half the time so I honestly wouldn't be surprised if I'd lost smthn else in my like billion different notes.

Those are the important ones tho, so, good enough!

[mal-urameshi]

Mama Okoye catches Shuriri fic 🫣👀

Chronicles of Mama Okoye and Riri! VIII

Young Love

Warnings: Suggestive

After Riri had told her mother that she had much more than a crush on her long-time best friend, childhood friend, Shuri, she felt relieved getting that weight off her chest. And Riri was even more grateful of the pep-talk her mother had given her.

She and Shuri were two peas in a pod. They were inseparable. Nothing could have torn them apart. So even if Riri's feelings weren't reciprocated, she'd feel good she got it out there. Maybe there would be a bit of awkwardness, but they'd get over it. Hopefully.

Riri had arrived at Shuri's lab relatively quickly after she gave her a call that she was coming over. She stood outside the door, clenching and flexing her fists as she shook off the last bit of her inhibitions.

"Mama said there's nothing to worry about, Riri." She rolled her shoulders and her neck before releasing a breath, "You got this. It's just Shuri." Riri cleared her throat and cracked her knuckles, "Just go in there and be straight with her. Yea."

Riri spun around in a circle and took a deep breath again, "C'mon Ri, stop being a pussy."

The lab doors then opened which caused Riri to take a step back. There in the doorway stood Shuri with an amused expression on her face, "Griot said you were outside over five minutes ago."

Riri played with her fingers while staring at Shuri, "I was hyping myself up."

"Well, if it's a hype man you want, I'm right here!" Shuri cupped a palm over her mouth and made an atrocious attempt at beatboxing. Riri laughed and humored her by doing an equally bad attempt of the robot.

"Go Riri, go Riri!" Shuri laughed at her friend's dance moves.

"I mean, I ain't no Michael Jackson, but I did that!"

Shuri waved her palm from side to side, "Eh, you did something."

Riri made a face, "Shut up!" Then she smiled, their usual jesting having eased her nerves some.

"Come, come! Don't just stand outside like some stranger." Shuri gently took Riri's hand and pulled her into the lab. It was a gesture that had been done billions of times in the past between them, but now, Riri couldn't help the butterflies that swarmed her stomach whenever Shuri did that.

"It's just us in here?" Riri looked around the lab to see if there were any stray scientists lurking about.

"Yes. For the rest of the day, actually." Shuri lighty tilted her head at Riri's demeanour. She was avoiding eye contact and looked a bit unsure of herself. And Riri was never unsure of herself.

"Okay, okay cool." She cleared her throat and found herself fiddling with her fingers again, "Listen Shuri, I gotta tell you something." Riri's gaze finally found Shuri's.

Shuri nodded, "Of course, you can tell me anything, Riri."

"Okay. Can we sit down for this? Because I don't know how you're gonna react to what I'm gonna say."

Shuri released a laugh, "You're making me nervous, Riri." But Shuri did as was instructed and sat down, her own stomach in knots to hear what Riri had to tell her.

It seemed serious. Bast, did she do something to offend her? Was Riri going to cut things off with her? Did she not want to be her friend anymore? Was it because...

"Okay, I'm just gonna freestyle off the dome here. I was rehearsing in my head on my way over here because I didn't want to sound stupid, but I can't keep my thoughts straight."

Shuri kept quiet as she gave Riri some time to gather her thoughts.

"We've known each other since what, I was seven? Eight? And I always thought we would have been friends forever. And that would be cool and all but these days I just find it to be difficult."

Shuri couldn't find it in herself to try to keep her face neutral as Riri talked. So she really didn't want to be her friend anymore. She immediately felt her throat tighten, "Did I do something wrong? Can I make things better?"

Riri sat up straighter in her seat, "What! No, no!" She smacked the heel of her palm repeatedly onto her forehead. "Man, I shoulda wrote it on paper or something. That's not what I meant, Shuri." She took Shuri's hands in hers and looked into her eyes.

"What I mean is...for a while now...and I mean a really long while. I've liked you as more than a friend. And it hurts right here every time." She took a hand and tapped her heart.

"It hurts because you're right here, you know. I see you almost every day. We have sleepovers. We colonize the lab. But I didn't know if you felt the same. Or even saw me in that way at all. I had to hide the way that you made me blush and try not to accidentally say anything sus, 'cuz I was so scared to make you feel uncomfortable, you know?"

Riri took a deep breath to try to collect her thoughts and held Shuri's hands just a bit tighter. Because she was scared that if she let go, this could very much possibly be the last time she might see Shuri.

"You're my best friend and it may be selfish to say this but I want to be more than that. Bast knows how much I want to be more than that." Riri took the time to tentatively interlock their fingers together and just feel the warmth Shuri's larger hand provided.

Shuri's own heart was on a mission to drill itself out of her chest at Riri's confession. Her feelings were reciprocated! Oh Bast, Oh Bast!

"Can I be selfish too?" Shuri brought their interlocked hands to her lips, where she gently kissed Riri's wrist. "I like you as well, Riri."

Riri couldn't stop her mouth from dropping open, "You..you do?"

Shuri grinned and silently nodded, "Yes. I am being very 'deadass' right now. I didn't know if you felt the same because I didn't want to jeopardize what we had. Just like you. I'm honestly very happy about this." She kissed Riri's wrist again which caused the girl to blush.

"So..." Riri started while dipping her head a little bit, trying to hide her growing blush.

"So..." Shuri caressed Riri's knuckle and used her other hand to cover her mouth. Riri looked over at Shuri, "Will you be my girlfriend, then?"

Shuri softly chuckled, "You stole my thunder."

"I strike while the iron is hot." Riri gave a shrug while she drew irregular shapes on the tabletop. "Yes, I'll be your girlfriend."

"Yes!" Riri squeezed their intertwined fingers tighter.

"Would it be too much to ask for a kiss as well?" Shuri queried shyly.

"Nah, you good. Sure..we can kiss. I definitely don't mind."

Carefully the two girls closed the distance between them and pressed a chaste kiss on each other's lips.

Slowly they both withdrew just a bit before Riri spoke up, "Can I get another one?"

Shuri gave her another peck and then another before pressing their foreheads together, "That was better than my fantasies."

"You fantasized about me?"

Shuri scrunched her nose, "Yes. The girl of my dreams was right there but felt out of reach."

"Oh my gosh, Shuri you're so corny." Riri wrapped her arms around Shuri's neck in a hug.

"You like it though!" She hummed as she wrapped her arms around Riri's waist.

Riri couldn't help but smile all the way back home. She and Shuri ended up going on an impromptu date, spending the entire evening holding hands and making each other blush. Riri covered her face with her palms for the nth time that evening, not believing that she and Shuri are actually together!

Riri walked through the front door and was met with her mother watching some television.

"Evening, Ma!" Riri greeted with a whimsical sigh as she gracefully fell backward onto the couch, her head resting perfectly on Okoye's lap.

Okoye looked down at Riri and smiled, "Hello, my Pebble. I take it things went well?"

Riri gave another whimsical sigh, "It went so good, Ma! She likes me back! I was so nervous though when I was confessing. It was so bad she thought I wanted to stop being her friend at first. She looked so sad. But then I gave it to her straight. And I just..laid all my feelings out there! My heart felt like it was gonna fall out my chest! But then she said she was scared to tell me about her feelings too." Riri bit her lip and smiled at the memory.

"And then we held hands and.." She looked up at Okoye who was staring intently at her, waiting to see what she said next, "We went on a date!"

Okoye softly caressed Riri's head as she happily prattled off what she and Shuri did, "And she kept kissing my knuckles. It's like she wants me to internally combust." Riri turned on her side and pressed her face into Okoye's stomach, "But she said she's really happy to be able to express herself with me in the way she always wanted to. And I'm really glad that I can do the same, Mama." Riri released another whimsical sigh.

Okoye squished Riri's face and teased, "My small girl is in loooooveee."

Riri blew a raspberry, "I am definitely down bad, Mama."

Okoye smiled at her daughter, "Just follow your heart and make sure to take things slow. And communicate. Communication is key."

Riri nodded, "Yes, Ma. I getchu. Thanks for the advice though. Without you, I wouldn't have bagged my girlfriend!"

Okoye shrugged, "It was light work. But you're welcome, my love."

Months had passed and Riri and Shuri had only gotten closer. Cuddling was definitely Riri's favourite pastime. And that's what the couple found themselves doing. Shuri was over at Riri's house and they decided to take a break from brainstorming one of the newest projects they were trying to commence.

Riri had a leg over Shuri's hip while Shuri rubbed circles on her waist with her thumb.

Shuri pressed a kiss to Riri's nose, "I love you."

Riri pressed a kiss to Shuri's lips, "I love you too."

They both gazed into each other's eyes longingly before a wave of confidence washed over Riri. She pressed a light kiss to Shuri's neck that caused her to shiver.

"Did you like that?" Riri giggled and Shuri just nodded, her own smile playing on her lips.

Using the momentum of Shuri's reception to her advances, Riri straddled the other girl's hips and leaned down to press another kiss to her lips.

Shuri pushed herself up on her elbow to get a better angle of their liplock while simultaneously slipping her hand up Riri's shirt.

Okoye walked up to her house, the image of her having a hot shower fueling her tired legs with energy. That last mission took more out of her than it should have. She noted two Doras, T'Haylet and Ashei, stationed on either side of the entrance to her home as she reached the porch.

That could only mean one thing: Shuri was over.

The two Doras looked at Okoye with a smirk and all three of them saluted each other before Okoye entered her home. The girls weren't in the living room, nor the backyard so that meant only one other option which was Riri's room.

Okoye was correct because she heard both girls giggling as she neared her daughter's room. They were probably working on a new invention.

However, Okoye wasn't expecting to see what she did when she pushed open the door..

Riri had just pulled her shirt over her head while Shuri's was still pooled around her neck.

"Riri!"

Both girl's blood ran cold as their heads snapped to Okoye in the now open doorway. Frozen like an antelope in headlights.

Okoye took in the sight of Riri straddling Shuri and Shuri's hands now slackly gripping her daughter's waist.

"Ma!" Riri covered herself and rolled off of Shuri as the other girl swiftly sat up on the bed and hugged herself.

Okoye pointed between the two of them, "Make yourselves decent and come outside, immediately!" Okoye closed the door and exhaled with a shake of her head.

Shuri and Riri sat next to each other on the couch as Okoye paced in front of them. Shuri had her palm over Riri's as their eyes followed Okoye's movements.

Okoye ran hundreds of ways she could deal with the situation and took a deep breath to help clear her thoughts. Shouting was not the way to do it, she reminded herself.

Okoye grabbed a chair and placed it in front of the girls, taking a seat. Okoye looked between the two of them and took a deep breath, "You two have urges and that's normal teenager behaviour. And the both of you will want to explore said urges as I had the misfortune of walking in on just now."

Shuri and Riri simultaneously cringed of embarrassment as Okoye continued, "I can tell you not to do it or threaten and whatever else, but that won't stop you two from doing whatever it is you want to do with each other if you really want to. Fine. I do not have control over your actions."

Shuri and Riri stole a glance at each other before looking at Okoye again.

Okoye crossed her arms, "But none of that hanky-panky is to go on under my roof. Hold hands or kiss however much you want, but no sexual intercourse in my home!"

Riri and Shuri quietly nodded their heads in understanding.

"Riri, we had the talk already. You know to be safe and not engage in any risky behaviour, yes?"

Riri nodded, "Yes, Umama."

Okoye turned to Shuri, "And Queen Mother has spoken to you already, right Shuri?" Shuri swiftly nodded, "Yes, Okoye. Safe sex is great sex."

Riri smirked not being able to resist, "Better wear a latex."

Shuri turned to Riri and made a beat on her lap, "Unless you want that late text."

Riri cupped her hands around her mouth, "That I think I'm late text!"

"Girls, I am being serious!" Okoye shook her head and exhaled through her nose.

"Yes, Mama we understand. I just couldn't pass up that Lil Wayne bar." Riri tried to placate.

Okoye stood up from her chair, "With that being said, I think it's time for Shuri to leave for the day. I do not want to deal with any residual raging hormones for the evening." Okoye walked off to her bedroom to get that well-deserved shower she yearned.

Riri held Shuri's hand while walking out to the porch.

"Oh my Bast, I thought it was going to be worse than that! I was so scared she was going to make us break up or something!" Shuri semi-whispered.

"I felt your palms sweating so bad! But don't worry, Ma would have never made us break up. She's understanding like that, you know?

Shuri laughed, "If you think my palms were bad, my armpits were a waterfall."

Riri looked over to where her mother disappeared to before she stood on her tiptoes to give Shuri a kiss. "Call me when you get home, 'kay?"

Shuri pressed another kiss to Riri's cheek, "Definitely."

Riri bit her lip and waved Shuri off, "Bye."

Shuri walked backwards out of the doorway, "Bye."

Riri blew Shuri a kiss, "I love you!"

Shuri caught it and put it in her pocket, "I love you more!"

Taggies: @somethingcleaverandwhitty @karimwillia @neptoons1998

Mey, if you see this, I dunno if you'd have liked to be tagged or not, so better to be safe than sorry! ❤️

[crystallinestars]

Hello! I'm back for another rant :)

I was still thinking about Mihoyo's tendency to pair characters and play the ambiguity game to make more money and something I've noticed is that people will jump through sooo many hoops to defend the company. ''oh they can't be explicit because of censorship'', ''oh it's China, their culture is different!'' or even ''stupid entitled westerners always complaining about things they don't even try to understand smh 🙄''

Now, while I can agree that censorship and culture should be taken into account when talking about these games, I also feel like it's a bit disingenuous and lowkey patronising to chalk it all up to ''the Chinese are just all like that lol''

Like, why are we so vehemently defending a company that makes millions (if not billions) through ship teasing, as you've put before? Censorship does not change the fact that the development that characters get in these games (especially Genshin) goes out the window every other event or as soon as the main story is finished. And whenever I hear someone talk about censorship, I always think about Mo Dao Zu Shi (granted, the situation was different in its case so we should take it with a grain of salt) where its donghua and drama adaptations where indeed censored (but they were much more explicit than whatever's going on in Hoyoverse), yet the novel (the source material) had many MANY chapters with its two male leads going at it

I admit that I've been feeling a bit salty recently (because I feel like people only care about coding when it comes to the 'great' questions of ''OK but do these two men FUCK? How many times a day do they go at it and who's the woman in this ship??'' Meanwhile nobody ever talks about different dynamics, asexuality and aromanticism are seen as boring, and oh lord does bisexuality seem to be often treated as a trump card to say ''ok but this character is at least 50% gay'') and I also don't know that much about how everything works in China, but idk, I guess my point is that if they wanted to make ships canon, they WOULD (or could) find a way to do so

Anyway, your recent posts and asks also got me thinking and I guess I wanted to show you some support! I've seen your bio and I think it's a really smart move on your part to be clear on what you don't feel comfortable with from the get go. It can definitely be awkward when you have to tell someone that's just really excited to share their thoughts on something they enjoy that you're not interested and you'd rather not talk about this AT ALL. And it really does not help that popular ships tend to attract a lot of unhinged behaviour 😑 It's really refreshing to come across content creators like you, who are very clear in their boundaries and write such thoughtful fics

Once again, I hope you will be left to do your own thing in peace and that you'll keep finding ways and solutions for you to enjoy your favourite works without feeling alienated 💜

(And hopefully one day I will learn how to type short rants 😅)

Haha, short rants don't exist, Anon! It's perfectly okay to type long rants to me, I don't mind. If anything, I relish in them. As someone who rants and complains a lot myself, I welcome it when someone else does it. 😊 (I mean, just look at the length of my reply. I am not any better than you, dear Anon)

Lord, the "Mihoyo can't show explicit gay ships because of the CCP censorship" excuse grates on my nerves, as well. Censorship of homosexuality is definitely a thing in China, and it can sometimes be very horrible, but that's not what's stopping Mihoyo from making certain ships canon. They got way with a lot of lesbian ships in Honkai 3rd (though admittedly they had to tone it down once new laws were implemented, but the fact remains that at some point they were able to be blatant about their ships), and if we're talking actual coding, then Jeht being lesbian-coded is a thing that exists! If it was such a huge deal, I feel like Mihoyo would have either been way more subtle about it or not included these things at all.

It's just my personal opinion, but I'm certain that the reason Mihoyo doesn't make any ship canon is for the sake of making money. They need to sell characters, and the best way to do that is to allow players to enjoy characters the way they want. Assigning a specific sexuality or canon ship will crush the interpretations some players have about a character, and make that character unappealing. It would negatively impact their sales. Keeping things vague and only giving teases of the most popular ships seems to be the ideal marketing tactic for them. It panders to a lot more people this way and keeps most of them happy (however, the fact remains that they ignore a particular demographic of women, though that's a story for another time).

Regarding your reasons why people whip out the "coding" card... YOU ARE SO RIGHT! People only use sexuality coding as a way to "prove" their gay ship is canon and discredit any BG pairing. And they focus on things like one guy being muscular and the other more slender, and then assigning traditionally masculine and feminine traits to them, respectively. I could go on a whole separate rant about this topic, but I'll spare you the wall of text. Feminizing one of the guys in a gay ship is one of my biggest pet peeves, especially when it's OOC for the character.

One thing I noticed is that sexuality often gets used as a convenient tool to suit the needs of certain shippers instead of being used for actual diversity.

I can't tell you the amount of times I saw a sexuality tier list where the aromantic and asexual rows were treated as trash bins where people tossed the characters they didn't care about. There's no actual thought put into the sorting, and that's very unfair to actual aro and ace persons.

As for bisexuality... it's such a polarizing topic in fandoms. It's seen as a good thing when you have a canonical BG pairing, because then you can claim one or both are bi and therefore are also attracted to the same sex (as you said, they're "at last 50% gay" and can be shipped in gay pairings). However, if you have a non-canon BL or GL ship, saying one or both characters are bi is tantamount to treason. How dare you suggest they can be attracted to the opposite sex? That's erasing the gay representation!

Basically, bisexuality, much like the term "coding", gets treated like a tool that's allowed to exist only when it's convenient to a person, instead of as an actual sexuality real people have. I feel like bi, aroace, and pansexual people get shafted hard in fandoms in general.

Anyways, thank you for your support, Anon! I mentioned it in another post, but putting your likes and dislikes in the bio is a common practice in the Eastern part of the world, and I chose to copy that. I think it's a good way to meet people with similar interests while also letting those who have opposite interests avoid you. If the BL Anon had checked my bio first before following me, he could have spared himself some trouble haha. Sadly, it seems that many don't look at bios 😢

Thank you for your nice sentiments! I'm fairly confident that I won't be harassed, especially not in the reader-insert community, but I appreciate the thought! And hopefully I can find a way to combat the alienation... If not, then I'll simply uninstall both HSR and Genshin and find games that actually pander to me 😅

May you stay happy and free of harassment as well, dear Anon! 💚

[ladysomething]

Hi!!!!!!

I’m very curious and excited about the world building in your new fic!!!!!!!!

(I do want spoilers but I am going to contain myself hopefully)

In the first chapter and the third I think it’s mentioned and implied that alphas and omegas are very rare. Would it be possible to elaborate a bit on demographic aspects of the world and like other people besides the drivers?

Thank you so much!

don't threaten me with a good time!

so, yes, in this world second genders are very rare. It was one of the first things I knew I wanted to do when @saiyanwitcher came to me with the idea of an Omegaverse fic.

specifically, alphas are rare, but omegas are VERY rare.

I know you said demographics outside of the drivers, but I'm going to talk a bit about that first and then move on to broader population.

so as it stands, we have two alpha's on the grid (max and Pierre), and then just Charles as the omega. Charles was an unreliable narrator in the first chapter, partly because he couldn't see into the auditorium and partly because he has very little information, but his assumption of about 40 alphas there for the auction was correct.

those 40 alphas basically sum up almost the entirety of all alpha's directly connected to F1 - we're talking mechanics, engineers, sponsors, team principals, family, extended family etc etc.

Charles ALSO mentioned that he's only ever met a couple of other omega's ever before in his LIFE. while Charles masquerading as a beta certainly proves that it can be done, Charles was going to VERY extreme lengths to hide his designation, as will be discussed soon, so it's safe to say that its fairly unlikely he's ever met another hidden omega without knowing about it.

the rarity of omegas is part of the reason the auction happened at all, and certainly why max had to pay so much money.

@saiyanwitcher and I have never really talked specifics of what the wider demographic break down is, but I've personally pictured it as second gender's making up only about 5-10% of the entire population. of THAT, alpha's would make up about 95%, and omega's the remainder.

so of 8 billion people, roughly 400 million to 800 million alphas, and then barely twenty to forty million omegas.

soooo yeah. Charles is RARE rare.

let me know if that answered your question!

[astrobei]

Hello! First of all I wanna say that you're an incredible writer. You have quite a few fics published on AO3 which is why I'm sending this.

Do you get nervous when you publish something? And if so, how do you deal with that?

I started writing this byler fic that I'm a little insane about, and I'm considering publishing it on AO3 but I'm just so intimidated by it. Like, I'm really proud of the concept, and I'm really proud of the writing. But sharing it is something else entirely. And even though I really want to I'm just really nervous.

Obviously you don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but I was just curious :)

hi !! first of all thank you so much :’))) that’s so sweet of you! apologies for this being a million years (like. twelve days) late but if you haven’t already published your fic this is me begging for you to please please do it !! to be totally honest, for me, posting on ao3 hasn’t ever been all that stressful? but in the sense that like. i’m confident in my own skills as a writer and i don’t publish work i’m not proud of so by the time i get to the posting stage i’m feeling pretty good! but i also write things i enjoy and things that are self indulgent and things that my friends and i spend time talking about even if it’s something that’s not a popular trope/not a fan favorite au/something people might not read. so for Me when i publish i’m usually more excited than anything else because i finally get to share my hard work with others and. ooh it’s just like. i worked hard on this! this is important and personal to me! i want others to see it too!

posting can be really stressful and scary though — coming from someone who got rly caught up in numbers/stats + living up to people’s expectations of my writing when my fics started getting more popular — so i totally understand feeling nervous even if the writing and concept is something you’re proud of! fic writing can be a rly vulnerable experience, especially when it’s something you work hard on and put a lot of passion and thought and feelings into, but i think the important thing to remember is that in fandom we’re all kind of living the same experience when we create ! a lot of other people probably feel this way too (me included!) and it can feel so super daunting to put your work out there but i hope it helps to know that there is always always going to be someone out there who will value your contributions!! anyways. if you haven’t already posted i am Begging you to, and if you have then i am so sorry for this being a billion years late but hopefully it helps a little anyway !! much love 🫶🏽

[pink-booty-butts]

🥮 🍘 🍙 (also ur great thank u for ur time)

Omg anon thank you so much for responding!! And omg you're the sweetest!! You're great too anon!! I bet you're amazing and wonderful!! <33

🥮 Do you have any writing milestones you're working toward?

Ooh this is such a great question!! When I first started writing fanfiction for this blog, my goal was to post one fic a week. I've definitely slacked on that, especially since I got discouraged a while ago and haven't written in a hot minute (i'm so sorry guys!!). But one of my goals is to hopefully get back to that! I'm going to attempt to ease back into that so I don't burn myself out, but watch me post like 5 billion fics over spring break lmao

One of my other goals, I suppose this is more short term, is to hopefully post a fic for each of the boys I haven't written for once I finish the requests in my inbox! I'm hoping maybe this will make things more interesting for you guys, or maybe encourage a bit more interaction? Not to sound like an attention whore but highkey I LOVE talking to you guys cos you're all awesome!! So I'm really hoping if I add more variety to my content, you guys will enjoy it more and maybe feel more comfortable saying stuff!

🍘 Is there a fic or idea for a fic that you've abandoned?

Yeah definitely!! I wouldn't say they're abandoned necessarily because I do intend to go back and finish all of them at some point, but currently I have like 3 Ariel fics in my WIP folder where I kinda wrote myself into a corner and I abandoned them because I didn't know how to keep the story going haha. I also have one for Jamie and a chronically ill reader which I wrote before Lying in Laundry, but at the time I thought it was a little awkwardly written so I ended up scrapping it and writing that fic instead. After re-reading it honestly I think it's not that bad and I kinda wanna post it, but I probably need to change some bits I ended up using in Lying in Laundry so they're more different!

As for fic ideas, probably the only one that comes to mind is one on my ideas list about the Reader sending Jamie articles about having a massive dick (lmao hear me out before you judge me!!). That idea was born from seeing articles that literally had titles like "my dick is too big and it ruined my life". There's also a tv special on Channel 4 called "my massive cock" and it's about guys who have dicks that are too big and it causes problems like finding a job and that kind of stuff (i actually haven't watched it, but tbh i probably will to get inspo for this fic lmao).

I still really wanna write something for it because I think it'd be hilarious, but I probably need to think of a bit more substance/a scenario to add to it because as it stands right now it'd probably be a super short fic if I wrote it haha. Also in the Baynton Babes server we always talk about how Jamie has the biggest dick so it seems really fitting for him :p

🍙 Is there a fic you wish had gotten more attention?

I answered this one here! But I would say the fic in the #2 spot is probably Lying in Laundry.

I assume it could be because that fic was too similar to some of the other Jamie fics I've written. I mentioned this in the other post answering these questions but I do try to re-read my fics to avoid this. I think when I was writing this one and re-reading the others I was worried it was too similar/boring, so that's probably part of why it didn't do so great haha

Also I think it probably didn't get that much attention because mentioning "chronically ill reader" in the title probably turned some people off haha. I knew that would probably happen even before I posted it, but I did try to make the reader's chronic illness not a major focal point (i think it's mentioned like once and that's it haha) so it would still be relatable to those without one so it lowkey hurt my feelings lmao </3

But I'm chronically ill and I know there's a few other people in this fandom who are as well, so even if they don't get as much attention as my other fics I will probably still post chronically ill reader fics every now and then because it's important to me for the chronic illness gang to get some representation, even if it's just on my little baby corner of the internet :p

Thank you again for your questions anon!! I appreciate you!! <3

[sign-from-god-complex]

take care

Summary: Roman is bad at self-care, especially when he's struggling with video ideas, and so Logan takes it into his own hands to make sure he’s properly looked after. And if maybe he went a bit overboard? Well, Roman deserved it.

Pairing: Logince

Warnings: Bad self-care (not eating or showering for an extended period of time) and a tiny bit of negative self-talk.

A/N: Every so often my brain will just want me to write the fluffiest, softest, most sappy thing it can think of. The last piece of writing produced from that was “The Purpose of Marriage, To Know That You Are Loved” and the next one is this, so here you go. Maybe it’s out of character, but maybe sappy, fluffy, dumbass logince is underrated and we should have more of these flustered idiots.

And hey! I finally wrote some logince!!! Took me long enough honestly.

Tag list <333: @mutechild @super-magical-wizard

AO3 Link

Roman couldn't think of a single creative idea.

Things had been pretty stressful for everyone recently, really. Thomas had done quite a bit of socialising over the last couple weeks, meeting up with old friends and trying to spend time with some newer ones, and it was reaching the point where even Roman was getting exhausted.

However, the unfortunate truth was that videos needed to be made no matter how busy Thomas's schedule became. Roman couldn't afford time off to relax, not when there was still so much to do before they were able to upload the next video. The fans were getting impatient and he absolutely needed to do right by them, but no matter how hard he tried, he simply couldn't come up with anything good!

Roman had casually pitched two or three ideas to the other sides over the course of the week, and every single one had been shot down for one reason or another. It was either too expensive, or there wasn't enough material, or it was too similar to something that they'd already done, etc. etc.

And those were just the ideas Roman had suggested; Roman had been brainstorming on and off for two weeks. Nothing he thought of was good enough and the increasing pressure as he became more and more aware of his time running out was not helping the situation in the slightest.

He scrunched up the notebook page he'd been writing on and flung it at all the wall, watching as it bounced for a moment before landing with the other scraps of paper he'd launched in that direction. Could they make a video related to throwing balls of paper around? No, Thomas was terrible at throwing things with any sense of accuracy, and anyway, that was hardly an idea. You can't make a video out of that.

Roman let his head fall against the desk—hard enough that he felt it, but not hard enough that he was giving himself permanent brain damage (like he needed any more obstacles in the way of a good idea). He let out a groan, hands coming up to tug at his hair. This was ridiculous! He was creativity! He should be able to do better!

No, he was sure he was able to do better. He just had to keep trying.

There was the distant sound of the door opening behind him as Roman began writing down more words in the hopes of sparking something. A video to do with... fruit? Something similar to the "No Sugar" Awkward Adventures video, but with eating fruit? No, that was a terrible idea. What about another Disney mashup? Shit, no, they just did one of those. They couldn’t-

"Roman...?"

Roman turned around at the sound of his name, aware that he likely looked absolutely atrocious. He hadn't slept all night—too busy brainstorming—and he couldn't remember the last time he'd taken a shower, which was honestly disgusting if he thought too long about it.

In the door stood his boyfriend, cautiously adjusting his glasses as he took in the scene before him. Roman, feeling self-conscious about the state of his room and the state of his attire, suddenly wished he'd had the forethought to lock his door. Not only would it have prevented this exact scenario, but it also would have resulted in less potential distractions. Ugh, what an idiot he was! It seemed he couldn't get anything right recently.

Logan's brow was furrowed and Roman wanted to go over there and kiss his forehead to smooth it out, prompting that fond look Roman so adored. He didn't get up though, too aware of the fact that it had been over a day since he'd eaten and if he passed out now Logan would never let him hear the end of it.

"Are you quite alright?" Logan asked, eyes bouncing around the room for a moment before landing on Roman.

Roman gave a facsimile of a confident smile. "I'm perfectly fine, my love! Just thinking through some new ideas, you know how it is."

As Logan crossed his arms, quirking a single unamused eyebrow at him, Roman knew that he was caught. Well, it’d been a good run. So much for doing YouTube because Logan was going to force him to rest and Roman was never going to have another good idea ever again. Thomas was going to lose every single one of his subscribers and they were all going to die because Roman couldn't come up with one creative idea.

"I know that look," Logan said, making his way over to Roman's desk, "You're catastrophising again. Stop that. You're not Virgil; you do not need to act as if the world is going to end with every minor inconvenience."

Roman threw his hands into the air and Logan ducked back to avoid being inadvertently punched in the face. "This is not some 'minor inconvenience', Logan! This is my entire purpose! If I can't bring inspiration to Thomas then what in the world am I good for?!"

Logan gathered up Roman's hands into his and brought them to his chest. Then, slowly, he leaned down and pressed his mouth to Roman's.

It was delicate and affectionate and Roman felt his entire body collapse, hands tugging away from Logan's grip to wrap behind his neck. After a moment, Logan pulled away. He hovered his face in front of Roman's and Roman watched as he scrunched up his nose.

"You really need to brush your teeth."

In a different scenario, Roman might have thought that Logan looked adorable when he pulled that face, but as it was, he was too busy being offended. To be fair, Logan was definitely right—brushing his teeth was another one of those things that’d been thrown to the wayside during his brainstorming—but he still shouldn't say it.

Logan straightened up and stared at Roman with a contemplative look.

"Come," he said, grabbing Roman's arm and dragging him in the direction of the bathroom, "We're going to get you cleaned up and then you're going to get some rest, and tomorrow I will help you with your next brainstorming session."

Roman raised his eyebrows. He'd been expecting the first part of course, but Logan virtually never helped with brainstorming. He said he found it too creative and unstructured for his liking and instead preferred to come in in the planning stages since that was when he was the most helpful. Logan had probably realised just how badly things were going for him—and his boyfriend wasn’t the most perceptive person, so Roman must really look terrible.

As they entered the bathroom, Roman realised for the first time just how exhausted he truly was. He let himself be positioned on the closed toilet lid as Logan began running a bath, meticulously running his hands through the water every so often to check that the temperature was appropriate.

Roman always favoured extremely hot baths and showers—as opposed to Logan, who mostly took showers that almost bordered on freezing—so when Logan winced as he put his hand into the water, Roman knew he'd found the right temperature.

After prompting him to brush his teeth, Logan went to gently remove Roman’s top. Roman was glad for the first time that he wasn’t wearing his usual princely attire; that shirt was a bitch to get on and off. He stood shakily as Logan went to tug down his sweatpants and as Logan pulled his underwear off, Roman looked down and gave him a wink.

Logan rolled his eyes. “You are extraordinarily fatigued and overworked, Roman. As if either of us could be thinking about sex at a time like this.”

“You underestimate me, darling,” Roman smirked—or at least he attempted to, but his face wasn’t doing any of the things he wanted at the moment.

Logan just gave a breathy laugh before helping Roman into the bath, kneeling at his side as he settled himself.

Roman sighed deeply and closed his eyes, the warmth of the bath seeping into his bones and establishing a home under his skin. He could hear Logan running something through the water beside him and he was startled slightly by the feeling of water running over his hair.

He opened his eyes to see Logan filling up a mug—Roman’s, with cartoon birds on it—with the bath water, before pouring it carefully over the back of Roman’s head. Logan pushed his hand through Roman’s wet hair before cupping his cheek and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Roman only had a moment to grumble that Logan was stealing his move before Logan whispered, “Shut your eyes, love. Let me worry about everything for now, alright?”

Logan didn’t use pet names very often, so Roman felt his blush was entirely justified. He did as Logan asked, however. It was hard to give up control—especially when he was as stressed as he was—but if there was one person Roman trusted to take care of him, it was Logan.

The bath passed in a haze of warmth and gentle fingers running over his skin. Occasionally Logan would murmur something under his breath, but Roman was too lost in complete exhaustion to really process any of it.

Once the bath had ended, Logan wrapped him in a big fluffy towel and tried to pat him dry, Roman lazily moving his limbs in a weary attempt to help out. He shivered slightly from exposure to the cold air and silently wished Logan would hold him until he was warm again.

“Here,” Logan said, presenting Roman with a set of pyjamas—and when had he had the time to get those?—”Put these on. I will be back momentarily.”

Roman watched Logan slip out the door before holding up the pyjamas to take a closer look.

Logan had grabbed his favourite pair of pyjama pants, decided upon as not only were they incredibly soft, but they matched his aesthetic perfectly—red and covered in cartoons of little gold crowns. Roman couldn’t exactly remember who’d given them to him. However, he had a vague memory of preteen Roman receiving them as a Christmas gift, followed by him immediately putting them on and not changing out of them for a week.

In place of the matching pyjama shirt, however, Logan had given him a hoodie. Upon closer inspection, it was revealed to be one of Logan’s two hoodies—the blue one Roman got paint splatters on. He chuckled lightly. His boyfriend was a dork. To his credit though, Roman was known to “borrow” items of clothing from Logan on occasion, and this hoodie was very cozy. Plus it smelled like Logan—like pine and paper and clean and safe and home (and probably a little bit like paint).

By the time Roman had thrown the clothes on, Logan had returned. He grabbed Roman’s hand, trying to carefully maneuver them across the bathroom floor to avoid stepping in any puddles and Roman could feel his face heating up again. It was silly to feel as flustered as he was over something that small, but his boyfriend was treating him so gently and he just couldn’t help it.

As they reentered Roman’s bedroom his blush only intensified.

The entire room felt transformed.

His bed had been made, adorned with layers of fluffy blankets (with some around the headboard so he could wrap them around his shoulders if needed) and his laptop laying in the centre. The piles of scrunched up paper littered around his desk had been removed and instead, his desk was clean with his notebooks stacked into a neat pile. And on his bedside table sat two mugs and a plate of toast, with what Roman would assume was Crofter’s spread on top.

But the most wondrous thing was that the lights were dimmed, any brightness he could see instead emanating from fairy lights that had been strung up around almost every surface. Roman also spotted a few candles and he could smell the faint scent of rose filling the room.

It was soft and awe-inspiring and Roman was absolutely astounded.

“You… did all this for me?”

Roman ripped his eyes away from the scene in front of him to face his boyfriend. Logan was watching him with an attentive look, eyes flitting up and down Roman’s face, seemingly searching for something. He must have found it because he cut his gaze away, ducking his head slightly.

“I had some help from Patton and Virgil, but I thought a more pleasing and relaxing environment would be conducive to helping you “unwind,” so to speak,” Logan said, failing to hide his blush in the wake of the adoring look Roman was sure he was giving him, “I also felt it imperative to bring you something to eat, as the likelihood that you were keeping up the recommended- mmph!”

Roman crashed his lips into Logan’s, cutting off whatever speech he had planned about Roman’s terrible eating habits. His chest was warm as he wrapped his arms around Logan’s waist, pulling them closer together and he smiled a little into the kiss.

Logan might seem at first glance like he doesn’t show any kind of affection. His endearments were sparing and though he may put up with Roman’s incessant need for physical contact, he rarely initiated anything himself. However, to claim that his boyfriend was uncaring would be—to borrow a term from Logan—an absolute falsehood.

Logan showed his affection in much more subtle ways that Roman did, and since the beginning of their relationship, Roman had learnt to look for them.

Logan liked to be helpful. If there was something you had to do but didn’t necessarily want to, Logan would almost always be willing to assist you. On occasion, he would even do the entire task for you, citing that “it wasn’t a big deal” and “it was really more for my sake than yours” in order to save face. Roman saw through that though, exactly the same way Logan saw through him.

On top of being helpful, Logan also just appreciated spending time with the people he cared about. He didn’t need to be doing anything in particular, more often than not Logan was simply reading, but his passive company almost meant more than his active company.

More than once Logan had arrived in Roman’s room, apropos of nothing, and sat down on Roman’s bed to continue his Agatha Christie novel. This usually occurred when Roman was working, so Roman would simply resume his work, distantly aware of Logan’s presence behind him as he did so.

Not a single word would be spoken between them until Patton called them down for dinner, but regardless, Roman would feel closer to Logan somehow. He knows how important time alone is for Logan. His boyfriend regularly gave up his personal private time to be around him instead and it made Roman almost giddy to think about what that really meant.

Looking at this evening through that filter, Logan’s actions were a blatant declaration of love. And so he’d responded the most Roman way he knew how.

He drew away, watching as Logan’s eyes fluttered open, the shock on his face made even more evident by the blush covering his cheeks. Roman wanted to kiss him again almost immediately, but he managed to refrain.

“It’s perfect. Thank you, Logan.”

Roman whispered the words into the small space between them and watched as Logan’s face went through about 5 different iterations of pleased and shocked, before settling on poorly faked indifference. Roman tried his best not to laugh; it really would have ruined the moment.

Logan cleared his throat. “Yes, well… you’re welcome, of course.”

Roman pulled his boyfriend over to the bed, instantly getting comfy under the blankets and ordering Logan to do the same—more because Roman wanted to use him as a pillow than anything else. In return, Logan handed Roman the toast, insisting that he eat. As he began to do so, despite his protests that he’d rather not get crumbs on his bed, Logan pressed play on the Disney movie he’d set up on Roman’s laptop.

Crofters, cuddles and Disney. God, his boyfriend knew him too well.

By the time the movie had finished, the toast was long since eaten, the hot chocolate Patton had supplied had been drunk and Roman was on the verge of falling asleep. His head was resting on Logan’s chest, Logan tracing patterns delicately over all the skin he could reach and Roman could feel himself tearing up slightly from all the emotions he held.

He let his eyes fall shut. “I love you.”

Roman faintly recognised that it was the first time either of them had said it from a romantic standpoint, but sincerely it didn’t matter because it was so overwhelmingly true that Roman just couldn’t keep it to himself anymore.

Roman could feel Logan stiffen underneath him before relaxing with an exhale.

“I love you too.”

And he’s sure that in the morning Logan will have some kind of lecture prepared about not being able to come up with creative ideas if you don’t take care of yourself first and foremost, but Roman wasn’t thinking about that. That was for tomorrow’s Roman to worry about.

No, for now, Roman simply let his awareness of his boyfriend’s breathing—the sound of his heartbeat and the steady rise and fall of his chest—lull him into a peaceful, dream-filled sleep.

[jennagrinsoverml]

Do you have any group chat or social media fics

So I don't read a ton of group chat fics since it tends not to be my type of humour (I'm old lol) so I was surprised at how many fics I had for this rec list. But you expanded it to social media and I’ve expanded it to include emails and texts, and there’s some really awesome fics that you hopefully enjoy as much as I did!

Ping by meeble

Chat Noir wants to follow Marinette on Instagram.

What could go wrong?

[Slightly crack-ish, but mostly just funny social media shenanigans.]

Multi-chapter. Group chat/instagram fic. This fic is so freaking funny, omg I cracked up over and over again. You can tell the author was just having a blast with it, and I had a blast reading it too!

A Miraculous Reveal: Instagram by @kasienda

Upon viewing a certain Instagram Post involving a random floating sock, Marinette puts two and two together and gets four. She then resolves to go yell at Adrien as Ladybug for being careless with his identity.

One-shot within a series. (The other reveals are absolutely worth reading as well!!) Instagram fic. No one else is involved (well, I guess their kwamis), and this is shockingly not crack given the concept. The characterizations are amazing, especially with Marinette's crush being overpowered by her Ladybug sense of responsibility, and Adrien's need for love/validation contrasted with his Chat cheekiness.

the challenge which must not be named by @isadorator

Adrien decides to follow the latest TikTok trend since he is basic af and basically in love.

One-shot. TikTok fic. Adrien participates in the "walk in naked challenge" on Marinette (established relationship) because of course he does lol. This is only rated T, it's just funny and cute and it put a smile on my face.

tell me something i don’t know by @carpisuns​

Do you think it still means something? To love someone, even if the universe said you had to?

The odds of having a soulmate are about negative one billion (or something like that). But somehow, like they always have, Marinette and Chat Noir find themselves together. They’re ready to finally tell each other everything, but it turns out that even soulmates have to keep secrets, and they can only be together if they vow never to touch.

Multichapter. I'm hesitant to call it a messaging fic because it's so much more than that, but there are entire chapters that are devoted to messaging exchanges (between Marinette and Chat, and Ladybug and Chat, and Marinette and Adrien) and they're amaaaazinggggg. (Seriously some made me laugh, some made me cry, they're all fantastic.)

Motherfucking Superheroes by walkingonthestars

Alya Cesaire created the chat Miraculous Holders.

Alya Cesaire added Nino Lahiffe, Max Kante, Lê Chiên Kim, Luka Couffaine, and Kagami Tsurugi to the chat.

Alya: soooo, not sure how you guys are feeling about today's events, but I feel like we should talk about it

In which the exposed heroes have a group chat.

Takes place a few hours after the events of Miracle Queen. Rated Teen for language.

One-shot. If you’ve been searching for group chat fics, you’ve probably read this one already, but it’s super funny! And, shockingly, it has an actual plot, even though the entire fic is told through the chat. If by some chance you haven’t read it yet, you definitely should!

The following fic is amazing and absolutely worth reading, but does feature sexual content, so minors beware.

one night of moonlight by calloffyourethics

i'll always think of you inside of my private thoughts i can imagine you touching my private parts

2:13 ok im texting you now like i promised instead of drunktexting adrien and telling him how badly i want his cock tonight. arent you proud of me? 2:19 this is Adrien, hi.

Marinette's brain-to-mouth filter isn't great on the best of days. Add some beer and some misplaced texts, and things get a little more... interesting.

One-shot. Texting fic. Rated M. Maybe this isn't QUITE what you had in mind, but asdfghjkl this is one of my favourite fics of all time and I had to include it! This is so steamy and yet the UST burnnnnsssss and the mutual pining and I love it so much!!

[wooahaes]

feeling that way about sex (or smut) isn't stupid. so don't feel like its weird. and its not not normal. just as there's a ton of people who might have sex on the first week of dating, there's people out there who would wait much longer. with the amount of people on this earth, i promise you that a great handful of people would be willing to wait for you until you feel completely reassured. and maybe this is me thinking hopefully, but you're not abnormal for feeling this way, the way you feel is completely valid. it's hard but try thinking on the bright side of things! you're telling me that there is about 7.8 billion people in this world and not a single one would be willing to wait? keep ur head up <3 and i totally understand the concept of doing intimate things without it turning into sex, the bathing together hc was really cute. so continue to post soft domestic things like that because u are not the only one who feels this way :) i hope this also doesn't sound too bossy 😭 i'm rereading it thinking i might sound a bit harsh but imagine someone with a soft and comforting voice saying this to you because tone conveyed through text is pretty hard sometimes (but anyways... enough of me rambling) i hope u feel better

gonna put all of my response under a readmore bc i can already tell i have thoughts lol sdfkhsdf

i think the way society talks about sex a lot now is like... basically tipping it hard into the other direction of things. it feels like it used to be a taboo topic that no one ever spoke about because it's a private thing, and now it feels like people have gone entirely in the idea of sex being something that should be 100% open and if you try to have a private life, you're a prude. if you wait, you're prudish and boring. i fully know it's not everyone (i have friends who are sexually active and don't give me shit for not being bc they recognize that being sex positive is the decision to choose whether you want to or not and getting support either way).

i think it's just discouraging to be someone who like... knows i can't just do that sort of thing without knowing i'm not going to get fucked over again by someone who just wants to get off and feels some need to pull someone else into it bc they know someone's vulnerable. that i'm not going to trust the wrong person again and walk away used again. it just feels like no one's going to hear that and want to stay because it's baggage, and that anyone who stays is going to eventually walk away because i took too long.

you're fine, anon, don't worry. it kinda helps until my mind starts spiraling a little (which i deleted out from this ask) and im just... a mess, i guess. i like writing domestic things, though. it's nice to just have non-sexual intimacy in my fics.

i literally have nothing against writers who write smut (as long as they're not hardcore glorifying shitty behaviors--it's one thing to explore those kinds of things in writing, it's another to promote it like it's something good and condoning people who actively want it because fucking trust me, i've seen that shit before), some of my mutuals do and i love them even if i have to hardcore avoid tht sort of thing sometimes (it rly depends on my mental state on whether i can like... cope with it lol). i just want more non-sexual intimacy in fics, y'know? i don't always want to read about getting dick when the prompt involved giving someone a massage or something. that's good for the people who do want that sort of thing, but not everyone does and that's okay.

although if someone does take an innocent/fluffy/domestic prompt and turn it into smut with zero warnings anywhere, i will bite them to death. tag your content correctly. thank u.

anyway thank u for taking the time to write this anon. i appreciate it a lot <3

[fayeimara]

Meant To Be Series || One For Every Billion

1. Operation: Meet Shiratorizawa

*Both written and SMAU parts this epsiode*

You hear the familiar sound as you open the door and look inside the gym. The Shiratorizawa campus is definitely impressive but nothing feels more familiar than walking into a strange gym filled with mostly strangers. Back home or a world away, volleyball is the same, perfect sport.

"Y/nnnnnn!"

You're smiling wide before you even lock eyes with your favourite redhead. "Tendou!"

Your greeting is muffled in a bear hug to beat all bear hugs and you can't help but laugh as you wrap your arms around your cousin's best friend.

"I am glad you could make it." Toshi is standing behind Tendou with a small smile and you pull away to give him a hug too.

"Let us introduce you to coach first, and then you can meet the others."

"Sounds good!"

The three of you walk over to the side where a small elderly man is scowling at the players on the court and when Toshi introduces you, you follow what you know of polite customs here and bow at the waist in greeting, "Thank you for having me!"

"I hear you play as a setter for a premier league."

Yeah, Tendou and Toshi weren't lying about his intimidating demeanor, but you're unfazed. You've dealt with some like him and they're good leaders in their own way.

"Yes, sir."

"You're quite short for your age."

You blink. You're pretty sure you're the average height for girls your age. You're definitely on or above average in your league even though you're not as tall as your hitters. Okay, cheeky, it is.

"Yes, sir. I hear that sometimes from opponents before we play. Not so much after a game, however, if at all." Tendou starts chuckling only to muffle it when the coach's sharp gaze locks onto him for a moment before focusing back on the court.

"Is that so." He finally looks over, making eye contact and drawing out the silence for a few quiet seconds. "Well, height isn't critical for a setter, though it's an asset."

"Yes, sir." You have to bite the inside of your cheek so you don't push it. You're aware of his status and tenure, after all. To someone like him, kids your age with a little cheeky boldness and confidence can be surprising and impressive. Too much is disrespectful and you're still a guest here at the end of the day.

He looks back at the team and you do startle a bit when he barks out, "Did I say it was time for a break?!"

Looking over to the court, you finally realize the practice game has all but stopped. You meet several wide eyed, disbelieving stares before they jolt back into motion.

Tendou and Toshi leave you there to rejoin their teammates with a grimace and a nod, respectively. You just smile blandly and take a seat next to their coach.

-x-x-x-

By the time Coach Washijo blows the whistle for the end of their practice, you've got a clipboard on your lap with notes and the begrudging respect of the ornery man beside you. Yes, you know your shit when it comes to volleyball and you didn't hesitate to use your knowledge to impress. You have a feeling he'll be taking a look at the link you wrote down to your national games at some point given the observations you pointed out. Mission: Success.

As the boys are grabbing water and towels and gathering around, Coach locks eyes with you once again to study you as you smile politely back at him, waiting for what he's chewing over. "You can visit again."

And then he stands to address his team before heading over to his office and leave them to clean up.

You look away from his retreating figure and, oh my, that's a lot of eyes on you. Why do athletes look so pretty? You smile wider and stand to introduce yourself, "Hello. I'm L/n, Y/n, Toshi's cousin. Nice to meet you all and thank you for having me here for this practice."

You bow and they start stuttering and speaking over each other while Tendou laughs, knowing you're also teasing a little. They're clearly flustered so it takes the edge of your own nerves and your smile relaxes into something a little easier.

"Wow.. that was.. different. I've never seen anyone interact with Coach like that." You look over to an ash haired boy, oh hello- "I'm Eita Semi. Nice to meet you.”

He sounds a little brusque.. hmm. He's their setter and knowing Toshi and Tendou...

"Semi-san, your sets... they really show your love for volleyball."

His mouth drops, hopefully in surprise, but you also hope you didn't say anything too forward? You know it's pretty different here and some things like feelings aren't used as carelessly in conversation but.. he's blushing. Oh no.

You try to correct, just in case, "I mean, I hope it's not presumptuous or inappropriate to say! I'm lucky to call myself a setter too, so from one to another, I just wanted to say I can see how much fun you have and it's inspiring!"

Okay, now Tendou is literally dying of laughter, bent over grabbing his stomach but you can see his face and yeah, he literally looks like the emoji that's crying with laughter. And- what?! Even Toshi is smiling a little, he knows that under your calm and playful exterior there's an impulsive, reckless storm.

Semi raises his hand up to the back of his head and you swear he's full on blushing. Okay, yeah, no, you're good. It might sound cruel but when you see people more embarrassed or flustered than you, usually, you find your own equilibrium steadies in response.

"That's- uh- thanks! I hear you're incredible. I mean, as a setter. I- Thanks."

The rest of the team has been looking on and slowly amusement and excitement is like a wave that slides across their features. One of his teammates hits Semi across the back, knocking him forward a bit, while teasing him about compliments from a pretty girl. But you politely pretend not to hear and focus on some of the other members as they start asking you about yourself and answering your return questions about each of them.

I think we can call Operation: Meet Shiratorizawa a success, you think, happily satisfied with the people your dear cousin has to call his teammates and friends.

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Behind The Scenes!

-Toshi is not directly related to Y/n but they might as well be brother and sister for how close they are

-He’s actually her (bear with me, please) dad’s brother’s sister-in-law’s son : Her uncle’s wife is an Ushijima - so her aunt by marriage is sister to Toshi’s mom.. I’m sorry, am I making any sense?

-Their mutual cousins will appear in the story, you’ve already seen their profiles in Family Matters: Kazuya, Akira, and Akari

-Tendou has known Y/n as long as he’s known Toshi and treats her like a cross between best friend and older brother, which means he’s sometimes mean, always teasing, and he will smack, cut, bury a bitch if they hurt her

A/N: Two things.. 1) I absolutely love Ushijima, I find he's seriously underrated. Although I guess I’m guilty here too because he’s Y/n’s family instead of a love interest 😔 If anyone ever wants to see a Toshi fic, let me know, I’ll do my best to work on his characterization 2) CHARACTERIZATION... guys, I’ve wondered this with all the HQ characters I’ve incorporated so far, but.. I don’t know if I’m hitting anywhere close to what they might actually be like in the scenarios I put them in?? So I apologize in advance, and profusely, for all the HQ characters that turn out not quite.. the way they should lol. The writing kinda sorta maybe gets away from me all the time 😅

I lied, there's a third.. I know I've made several posts on days that I've posted so far, and while I do hope to be consistent with a steady couple posts a week (particularly concerning this fic, or rather, not including other fics and stuff I might decide to post as I get more comfortable here), I may not always be able to deliver the same amount of content as I a) am still slowly getting a handle on the social media aspect and how to smoothly deliver it; and b) catch up to where I'm at in the story. So I just want you all to know, I really appreciate your patience with me <3

[crucifixinhell]

Hey! Anon with the last BTH bingo prompt for Jason here 😊 Thank you so, so so for accepting my request, never mind responding to my ask! That made me ridiculously happy 😁 Thank you! ❤️ No rush with writing it, though, ofc 😊 Btw, I was wondering; what's your favourite pairings? And/or tropes? If you don't mind me asking?

Hello again! It's great to hear from you :) and you're very welcome-- I'm figuring out the details for your request and I'm very excited to write it! (I'm going to try and write prompts in the order I received them. Hopefully my procrastination writing override kicks in and lets me speed-run things, because I'm greatly looking forward to all of them.)

I'm absolutely thrilled to talk about that! I love hearing from readers in any capacity. (And I will also take any excuse to talk about my expansive fic habits.) It is very late where I am, so be prepared for a bit of a rambling response. Let's see here...

My favorite pairings change all the time, tbh. I've been on a bit of a Roy Harper/Jason Todd kick lately (they're just. so wholesome). Also, anything with Slade Wilson and either of the two older Robins is guaranteed to be a fun time. (It's about the rivalry and the constant push and pull and the snark.) Midnighter and Apollo are the best. (A lot less popular/well-known, but their dynamic is so fun.) Frank Castle/Matt Murdock is another good one (irreconcilable perspectives and compromises and foils!). And while I'm not nearly as into Supernatural as I used to be (good god, 2020 was. it was a Time. 2020 was a year that happened), Dean/Cas will always have a place in my heart.

I have approximately a billion favorite tropes, mostly involving some variation of hurt/comfort. The ones I like to write usually end up being variations of painful secrets being revealed, people confronting past abuse or trauma, and self-sacrifice. (We're playing fast and loose with the technical definition of trope, here.) I find relatively outsider POVs (family/friend/partners' perspectives) to be fun to play with, because you get the angst of the events, the angst of seeing how the events affect the loved one, AND the angst of the narrator feeling like they've failed.

Less (inherently) dark tropes I enjoy: truth spells/serums, deaging, undercover missions where the double agent changes sides, and accidental family member acquisition.

Thank you for enabling me to write paragraphs about my guilty pleasure reading :)