#this made me curious about writing shipping requests tbh

[azurelyy]

Azzzzzzz, you know you love me, right? 🥺And you know how I love you so very very much... 💗 can I be really cheeky and ask for a second request for your event?

Fluff Prompt 14 - "As you wish."

Itachi x female reader (which I shall pretend is me 🤣🤣😅)

p.s. I love the Princess Bride so much and I think it fits my beloved Itachi so well 😭

DONNA. THE TIME HAS FINALLY, FINALLY, FINALLY COME. Actually, please consider this an early Christmas present... because I imagine you completely forgot you even requested this.

I am so sorry for being awful and so late... please find it in your big, beautiful heart to forgive me??

☁️Prompt 14: "As you wish."

Warnings: Angsty boi, sad boi who finds love but thinks he doesn't deserve it, Itachi is too hard on himself, fluffy fluff fluff

Words: 1.2k

Silence. To some, it brings comfort; to others, it triggers an itch that they just can’t bear, nagging at them incessantly until they burst from anxiety. For Itachi, silence fell into the former category. It soothed him, and oftentimes kept him company when there was no one else around.

Now, the silence was crushing. Vulnerability wasn’t something Itachi was used to. For years, he did his best not to form attachments. He couldn’t. He had to put the mission first, and he knew forming bonds would only make what he had to do that much harder. It was why, in the loneliest times of night, when he allowed his mind to wander through the labyrinth, he often found you at the very center of it. He loved getting lost there, so much so that daylight had actually become his nemesis. With the light came reality, and Itachi was sick of dealing with reality. He wanted you. He needed you.

It started small. The interaction was actually so miniscule that Itachi barely registered what it had done to him. It was only later, when it was too late to escape, that he realized that small interaction had turned into his spiral down the rabbit hole that was falling in love.

What was that simple yet life-altering interaction, exactly? A smile.

Not just any smile, though, of course. Your smile, directed at him.

“Thank you!” You chirped, closing his hand around the yen. “But it’s on me today. Just don’t be a stranger, okay?” Your smile nearly knocked him out. It had been so long since anyone had shown him such kindness, and Itachi had to take in a long and deep breath as he looked down to your hand that was still resting on his.

Your smile reminded him of home, and the life he gave away. He dropped the yen on the counter, insisting on paying you for the meal. Before you could protest, he shook his head.

“As you wish.” He turned quickly away without giving you a second glance. He had a feeling that if he looked at you again, if he allowed himself the opportunity for the warmth in his chest to expand, he would, without question, fail at his mission.

He returned to your village frequently after that. He did his best to avoid you seeing him there, to the point where he sometimes felt guilty about it. Surely saying hello wouldn’t be crossing a boundary? Or stopping in for some more sushi? You were a waitress, after all. He was sure that you had men from all over the world coming back just to get a chance to talk to you again. The thought of that often upset him, but he tried not to dwell on it too much. He didn’t own you, and he didn’t want to. You probably hardly ever thought of him at all, and he hoped to keep it that way.

It would hurt less that way.

And yet, this was starting to hurt him, too. Hiding from you in plain sight, watching the way you interacted with your other customers and friends throughout the day. It was like peering through a window to the life he could have had, and by doing this, he was only feeding into the pain.

Itachi was self-aware enough to realize what he was doing. He knew he was allowing himself to live in sadness as a twisted atonement for what he had done not just to his clan, or his brother, but to himself. Every day he came back here, he was doing nothing more than injecting more poison to his veins.

The small bell dinged as he stepped through the door, and his body seemed to have a mind of its own as he walked straight to the bar and took a seat. You were moving with blissful unawareness, turning everything you touched to gold as you laughed with your co-workers and served your joyful customers. There was a sense of warmth and comfort that exuded from you that Itachi was drawn to, and he couldn’t help but hope that maybe you could be drawn to him in that same way.

You turned to face him, and Itachi saw the glimmer of recognition in your sparkling eyes. Through the sounds of waves crashing against rocky shores, you smiled at him, and he fell. Fast.

“Hello again!” You shouted, trying to be heard over the loud patrons of the small restaurant. “I’m glad you came back.”

Itachi smiled and nodded, once. He handed the menu to you and allowed his fingers to linger against yours for a moment.

“I’ll just take what you recommend. I trust you.”

You beamed at him and excitedly waved your hand towards the menu board, but Itachi wasn’t exactly computing your words. He could only focus on the way your eyes lit up with enthusiasm, and how your smile brightened up the room. He was sinking further and further into the waves, but by the time he had realized he was wading from the shore, he was already too deep.

Nothing could save him now.

After that night, Itachi never stopped coming back. He visited you frequently, and even eventually found the nerve to touch your hand. He was lost in the maze of you, and he didn’t want to remember how to get out. He isn’t sure how it happened, but eventually, the two of you got closer and closer until one day, he realized he didn’t need anyone else. So, he asked you out. And you’ve been dating him ever since.

“Itachi?” You sounded faint, as though you were millions of miles away. He blinked then focused onto you again, doing his best to come back down to reality. You were laying on his chest, looking up at him with your dazzling eyes that stole his breath every time. He ran his finger down your cheek and tipped your chin up, smiling down at you affectionately.

“Sorry,” he murmured. “Got lost in thought.”

A heartbeat. Two. Three. Itachi drifted along with you in the ethereal stillness, doing his best to remember how to breathe normally. Sometimes, he faded. He did his best not to, but when the majority of your life was lived in a web of lies, it was hard to find your footing in the harshness of the truth. And that was where he was - here, with you, in this moment now - he was facing The Truth.

And The Truth was he loved you. With every inch of his soul, and deep within his bones. He loved you through the steady breeze of the wind, and in the crashing waves of the ocean. He loved you with intensity and he loved you in silence. He loved you to the moon and back, and he even loved you in secret. You were his world, his everything - but did you feel the same? How could he feel this way for you without knowing you felt the same? It terrified him.

Itachi had faced every danger life could possibly throw at someone, yet at the end of the day, this scared him the most. The uncertainty. The void of ignorance that shielded him from rejection.

“I love you.” He was surprised at how boldly the words shot from his throat. They didn’t sting, or burn. They sang out for you like an orchestra, all wild and whimsical and free, and Itachi couldn’t help but repeat them. Again and again, as he captured your mouth onto his and wrapped you into his strong arms. He loved you. He needed you to know it; needed you to feel it in more than just your heart.

“I love you, too, Itachi,” you said breathlessly. “I love you so much.”

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[jazjelspen]

leaving on wild charted waters [pt.7]

(what if our mc just got tired of Night Raven College and it's inhabitants?)

(mc just-- can't get a break.. can they?..)

(I AM BACKK RAHHHH i'm so sorry with how long this took!! real life has been really weird and troublesome for too long but I'm now back and ready to write some more! hope people are still interested in this series because i'm getting ready to wrap this series up really soon to begin more one shots and another future series. for those that have waited for this long for chapter 7.... THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! literally i'm so thankful you have sticked around THIS long despite my hiatus. since because of you guys, I still want to keep writing more here :) now let's get this going!)

(not proofread, all your house leaders are mentioned!)

(requested tags: @bottomjamilsupremacy @abyssqueen @time-shardz @a-very-bored-mika @obeymediasimp @sarah22447 @cuentademeri @twistedcece @paintingeels)

(if you want to be tagged in future chapters please comment or message me! I will only tag you if you directly ask for it and I will only tag you once unless you asked to be tagged on all future chapters of a particular series.)

five weeks in Royal Sword Academy, during the fifth week all you've been doing is resting from the event that was the ball. your injuries were not an issue since Raps healed them up fast with his magic but he couldn't exactly heal the emotional wounds that reopened again.

everyone in RSA pitied you for the situation that you got stuck into, a magicless human almost crushed by the falling tower that suddenly got covered in thorns. people made up so many rumors, people said that the house leaders of NRC didn't like that you, the former prefect of their school, left in favor of their rival school so in spite they set an attack on RSA. others said you weren't even involved and that it was just their rivalry getting out of hand on Night Raven's part.. and why Night Raven College in particular? that was because few residents from Briar Valley that attend RSA recognized the thorns to be from their home kingdom.. their prince's thorns. either way you just avoided answering questions and no one exactly pushed you for answers, but the rumors went out of hand way too fast, so fast that now the headmaster of RSA had to pause his research to find a way back home for you to then try to ask NRC if any of their students came to their school because of how many RSA students were taking the stories just.. too far.

you had a fairly.. ominous morning. the clouds seemed grayer than usual but you passed it on as the sky just being the sky. you saw the ship that took you from NRC to RSA come back aboard and settle down which made you curious but didn't let it bother you. other small little misfortunes included your food falling on the floor, your favorite morning drink tasting weird or spilling on you, your appearance looking more tired than usual no matter how much you try to cover it, and then your shoes keep getting untied no matter what way you tie them.

but here you are now, as you walked through the school to occupy your time in doing something while classes were going on (p.s you were allowed to go into classes you were interested in with permission) but today you just simply felt like walking to let out some steam. you looked through your new phone gifted to you by the headmaster and read through the frenzy of comments from RSA students about the event, luckily it's been dying down a bit but it's clearly not stopping.

"do you think the house leaders from NRC could've really done it? could they have gotten that angry?"

"I dunno. I just know that those thorns look like the ones from briar valley or from that one dark and green dorm from the school."

"either way it'd be petty for them to send the literal prince or house leader all the way here just for that :b" "dude r u fr y would they send the prince" "it low-key high-key ruined the dance for me and my friends completely tbh" "same :("

you sighed at the comments since you felt a knot of guilt in your stomach. you too felt like the ordeal ruined the dance for you and your friends but the only thing that kept you from descending more was that they still mentioned all the time how fun it was even if the end was a disaster.

speaking of your friends.. only they knew who it was that visited you and why. they kept your secret since they knew how much of a sensitive subject it is for you and they admitted they didn't want to see you be blamed for this even if it wasn't even your fault in the first place.

"Gee.." you blurted out while putting your phone back in your bag after putting it on silent "NRC this.. Night Raven that.. so sick of hearing their nam--"

BOOM!

You bumped into someone!

You stumbled back a bit with how strong the hit was, it was as if this person was running but was also really.. strong?? because of how hard it was.

"I'm so sorry!-- " you apologized while getting back on your feet "i'm really sorry I didn't think anyone was out right now during classes! I--" you blinked a few times to look at the person with a look of embarrassment on your face.

oh it was actually two people, that explains the force.

one had orange hair and the other had dark blue hair, how familiar.

wait--

red heart on the right eye, black spade on the left--

no fucking way.

"prefect! we've found yo--!"

"no."

you turned your heels immediately after interrupting the red head while speeding up your pace. the amount of fucks you have left are way below zero and you weren't ready for this after last week.

"______! wait- we need to talk!-" exclaimed the spade for your attention but of course you didn't give.

"no no no nononono-- not today- not right now-- I can't fucking do this right now." you sped your walking more but you bumped shoulders with someone this time that stunted your walking but didn't make you stumble like the first time. except this person gave you a low lion kind of grumble.

"watch it herbivore!--" this deep and irritated voice snapped at you but it seems like they stopped their sentence too soon.

you two locked eyes and you never felt more dread in one single moment than today.

"______?.." the prince of Sunset Savanna spoke out your name in a gentle kind of tone that seemed absolutely abnormal to you coming from him of all people. his face contorted into one of disbelief yet care.. it weirded you out so much on how he spoke and looked at you as if he missed you to death. a vague look on his face that can only be described as if he was a kicked puppy.

but god.. Ace, Deuce, now Leona?? your speed walking turned into immediate jogging.

your self mumbling was shaky and panicked, all you wanted to do was get away "why why why--" you jogged across the halls while trying not to be too loud to disrupt any classes but you knew that perhaps ongoing classes would be concerned over the several voices in the background calling your name. you were about to open the door to the courtyard until an arrow was shot right above where your hand was jiggling the door handle. you looked back to see your shooter to see two infamous blondes.

"mon cher.. my dear trickster!" the bob cut blonde exclaimed in happiness and joy that you have never seen before in so long from him. as if he literally did not almost shoot your hand with one of those arrows of his.

meanwhile the other blonde with purple tints at the ends of his hair, looked at you with a very sour scowl. "you." you heard the queen of Pomefiore spit the word in your way "Rook, it seems like you missed."

that last line from Vil gave you chills down your spine which caused you to jiggle the knob quicker "this cannot get any fucking worse!!--" you yelled in frustration as you finally were able to open and stumble out the door with Rook and the others you passed by exclaiming or whining(that's just Rook lol) at you to stop.

you ran down the long flight of stairs to the courtyard to escape all these pains in the butt but Lady Luck just seriously wanted to see you fail today since as you were closer to descending you finally felt your left foot feel somewhat lighter. you looked down to finally notice that your darn shoe was missing! you looked up to try and find it but at the very top of the stairs of course the hunter had it right in his hands, flaunting and showing it off to you from the top of the staircase.

"yoohoo!~ trickster! I may have something you need!~" Rook taunted you playfully.

"keep it! I don't need some shoe to get away from all of you!" you spat before you turned to continue on running with only your left sock and right shoe to carry you on.

you could hear Ace and Deuce whine with how many stairs there are but they kept on running down. Leona on the other hand with much more stamina and agility than them despite his daily and constant naps was able to catch up further than the ace and spade ever could. the lion's panting and footsteps were getting closer and closer as you were heading towards your dorm but considering how far it was and how close he was you were starting to feel pessimistic.

but you always had friends in high places.

"_______!! Up here!!" a familiar and this time comforting voice yelled out your name from a high up dorm you were about to run past. Raps quickly let down his long golden hair from his dorm window up high and you couldn't help but to smile like an idiot now knowing what to do. Leona noticed this and tried to quicken his pace but as you neared to the hair of your lifesaver with much more adrenaline than ever before you finally forced your body to leap and jump onto the golden locks of your friend, and just as fast as you intertwined your arms, legs, hands, and fingers into the hair you were now quickly being pulled up to safety with Leona immediately frozen in his spot while looking up at you getting farther and farther away from him.

you looked down at him with a look of pity because of the sorry expression on his face.. but in the end you didn't care. you stopped caring long ago anyway.

as you were taken up you could hear distant voices calling out to you again but you didn't face them and instead hugged your savior.

"Raps!-" you smiled all silly as you were trying to catch your breath and wipe the sweat away from your brows and forehead. "I owe you my life! I really couldn't face them again--"

Raps chuckled lightly as he gently patted your head and took you in his arms, not caring about the sweat and heat coming off of you. "I saw them arrive from the ship this morning and I knew that at some point you'd need me so I prepared for anything." soon enough you backed up to be able to breathe properly and truly savor in the temporary victory for today but despite pulling away Raps gently brushed down your hair to settle down the crazy strands from all that running you had and even wiped some of your sweat with his sleeve. "they chased you like a pack of wolves from up here-- kind of scary to be honest.."

you groaned in annoyance "i KNOW!! it's crazy! as if simply ghosting and leaving the school WASN'T ENOUGH!-- I'm so exhausted of this I can't--do this anymore Raps.." the adrenaline pumped into your heart and ears and you felt your hands started shaking whilst you raised your voice in exhaustion. the way your eyes scattered and looked up and down, right and left-- just simply the way you were anxious made Raps concerned.

your friend immediately grabbed you by your shoulders to get you back together, gently shaking you "_______!.." and when you still seemed not all there yet he then went to hold your face this time "______!!" he exclaimed as he then finally was able to catch your attention "maybe you need to rest for awhile.."

you nodded but gave him a vague and questionable look "aren't you supposed to be in class?"

Raps rolled his eyes playfully "i am in class, my dad is also my teacher remember. in a way this is my study hall time."

you laughed a bit "right.. damn.. I really do need to sleep."

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the rest of the day was sort of hectic.. of course you took your nap while leaning on Raps while he studied after that heck of a chase. now after him helping you go back to your dorm to get another pair of shoes you're here walking with Raps to his next class, outside of the safety of the dorms, but you knew that when Neige, Alex, and Rielle would find the two of you then you'd have nothing to fear.

you looked from side to side cautiously with your anxiety rising up with the pace of your eyes going back and forth.

"you'll be fine _____..." mumbled the golden blonde "I'm right here with you remember, if they decide to speak to you I promise I'll do the speaking for you." he gave you his charming smile which made you feel a bit of relief.

"thanks raps.. but it's not just them speaking to me that frightens me.." you whispered as you hid close to him. you felt more anxious the longer you felt several pairs of eyes staring at you here and there.

"well let's just think on the positive. from here on out until they leave you'll stay with us from the beginning of the morning till the end of the day, so they won't be shouting your name every few seconds." Raps suggested but you simply laughed back.

"as if i'm not already stuck to the hip to all four of you everyday of almost every hour."

both of you laughed together at your comment, feeling a heavy weight lift off your shoulders a bit at the joking and the reliability of your friend.

you both calmed down and ended the small giggling frenzy with a sigh before you started to speak "let's just hope I don't get to see any of them too much today, I wouldn't want to throw up whatever I ate last time for when I see them.."

in the next few moments your friend Rielle finally approached you guys! great timing Rielle!

"hey guys!" he chirped "how have your days been! good I hope?" Rielle started small talk with you two in order to cheer up the atmosphere.. since the talk about NRC students on RSA campus grounds have been swirling around and making the group feel uneasy.. but you didn't really know that yet.

after discussing about eachotehrs days, explaining your chase and everything in between. Rielle gave you this look, it seemed almost pitiful and kind of as if he needed to tell you something. you gave him a confused look with an awkward smile. "what's up Rielle? never seen you look this nervous before.." your friend seemed a bit caught off guard and returned the awkward smile back to you.

"ah!- well.. shrimpy.. I almost don't want to tell you because it makes me feel a little.. upset." he shrugged with the emotion in his eye of wanting to hold back. "the words may get a bit stuck in my throat but. well--"

you looked at him in immediate interest, the thoughts in your head wondering what he needs to say.. and why it's taking so long..

"the headmaster needs to see you. he said he's made an immense break through in the search of finding a way back home for you. that maybe-- you'll finally be able to go back where you came from." the red head seemed to get more upset the more he went on, the exact opposite of your reaction.

you smiled, you were excited-- you were finally going home! back to what you truly know and love!

but what about your friends?..what about your new friends? what's gonna happen to them? you've all gotten so close in the past five weeks together. is this really the time to leave back home now?

you looked at both Raps and Rielle with this look on your face that only said one thing: I need to talk to the headmaster. they both gave you a tiny smile that seemed to try to mask the glum feeling they both had in this situation that is now unfolding before them. and before you could think your legs started running and your heart again was beating out of your chest. not because you were being chased or yelled at but because for once you felt a sense of true and honest optimism about your situation.. after months of being trapped in this world. every sharp turn, every step, every shoulder bump, every gentle shove and half-hearted apologies made your heart feel alive and more excited than ever about this. you could almost smell the air of your home, see the colors of your room, touch and feel the fabrics, rough, soft, rigid edges of every corner inside your house.

and while your friends watched you run, Rielle could feel a drop of water down his face. he touched it and saw it was coming down from his eye.. weird. he pressed the water in between his thumb and index finger. ahh now he remembers-- he's heard of something like this, a human function in which the body is able to produce water from the eyes when one is feeling intense emotion.. but he felt so distraught, as if he was grieving yet no one has left him yet.

'is this what they call a tear?'

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after reaching the top of the final flight of stairs you stared down at the headmaster's office doors. the smile on your face widened as you turned both knobs and pushed your body against the doors.

"headmaster Ambrose!! you said you wanted to se--'

oh dear mc, I'm so sorry.

you looked around the entire room and every one of the house leaders in Night Raven College are present there, statures tall, intimidating, sour, fond, confused. along with their reliable vice dorm leaders by their side.

Riddle Rosehearts gave you a glum and pitiful look yet that lasted for a second before he tried to seem stern and serious while looking away with his vice dorm leader, Trey, bedside him.

Leona Kingscholar, back again, also pretended to be serious and uninterested about this situation but you could tell he was trying to catch a small peak of you with his vice dorm leader, Ruggie, beside him watching.

Azul Ashengrotto has a kind of look on his face that clearly held a grudge but every single time he stole a gaze at you it's as if his eyes softened ever so slightly, even his vice dorm leader, Jade, easily caught this.

Kalim Al-Asim was more than happy to see you, he obviously tried to keep himself from speaking but his appreciation for you seemed to have never faltered for a second. His vice dorm leader, Jamil, stood behind him as he usually does.

Vil Schoenheiht was the one with the biggest scowl and petty look on his face. not daring to even peek at you but it was obvious that despite him being an actor that it was easy to see through this act of him hating you and wanted to never see you again. His vice dorm leader, Rook, simply complimented you from afar and also seemed to be awing you from across the room.

Idia Shroud was present.. what a shock-- this has never happened usually unless you were involved but he seemed to hide his face away with his hood and pretended to be occupied in a video game when in reality he couldn't even focus on the game he tried to use as a distraction from you. His vice dorm leader/brother, Ortho Shroud, just gave you a happy smile, also quietly very happy to see your face.

Then theres.. Malleus Draconia, you've seen him just a week ago and he also looked down shamefully. as if he couldn't bear to see your face in fear of disappointment and hate. despite this his vice dorm leader, Lilia gave you a small smile but tried to focus on Malleus and the meeting at hand.

"______ my dear! so long no see! thank you so much for getting here to talk to us!" headmaster Crowley cheered as he welcomed you in the office along with headmaster Ambrose by his side. "you see the headmaster to Royal Sword Academy wanted to talk to me about a few unrelated things. internet frenzies and such! but then we got distracted and talked more about you."

you stared at Crowley intensely, afraid of looking towards the other house leaders you used to be almost fond of a bit back then, but of course you put yourself over whatever fondness you had.

"he talked about his research in finding you a way back home, and luckily for you Night Raven College's house leaders wanted to present to him and yourself as well a way they found you to go back home!"

You stared at Crowley after he finished his sentence, there was a long pause, maybe an awkward cough in-between. "so you're saying.." you could feel the words get caught in your throat "that everyone here.. the house leaders.. found ways to get me home?.."

Crowley hummed in slight thought "Not exactly my dear, they all worked together to find you one straight path back to your home! turns out all they missed was just the research that headmaster Ambrose has right here!" he let out one of his signature chuckles "even from afar you still managed to be NRC's prefect! making the housleaders work together for a way back home for you! now that's magic."

your mouth was slightly agape as you slowly looked at everyone in disbelief. "you really did that for me?.. despite everything you all did to me when I was still there and everything I did to get away?.." everyone either looked down or straight ahead to avoid your gaze or even nodded gently. no words were spoken or needed at the moment.

you took a moment to breathe and let the gravity of the situation sink into your skin. an inhale and exhale later you finally let yourself say your next few words,

"how do I get back home?"

(CHAPTER 7 IS OUT!!! thank you so much for being patient and waiting for me to finally be able to post this chapter! I hope it came out alright to better! I had fun with this chapter especially since I'm now planning the seeds to the end of this series, thank you for the love and I hope you enjoyed this!)

[turbulentscrawl]

Hello there! I hope you’re doing well! I love your writing your are literally sustaining the entire idv fandom rn skcbsnsnd. I would like to request a match-up!

My name is Nico and I am a 21 year old female (she/her maybe they if i’m feeling spunky) bisexy (bisexual). ehmmmm. Idk what to say already LOL. uh I believe i am infp and 4w5 I am a scorpio rising and sun and capricorn moon. I personally think that my duality is silly, weird, kinda naive tbh, cute, chill, friendly, maybe a bit talkative? but im also very introspective, melancholic, wise, quiet, perceptive, thoughtful. i can be quiet insecure/self-deprecating/self-critical, i have a hard time being vulnurable and usually help others without allowing myself to be helped. i’m stubborn in that way and like to be independent and tough even though i crave being cared for lol. i am very passionate and empathetic and i have very strong intuition although i tend to ignore it in favor of “logic” and my attempts to feel in control. i am ambitious and always come up with grand ideas in my head and hyperfixate on them and ultimately become disappointed when i can’t bring it to fruition because it’s too ambitious. however that has also made me resourceful because i will find work arounds to make my ideas possible, even if it’s not how i originally planned.

i am a sort of solitary creature, and i know how to be my own best friend and to enjoy my own company, not having grown up with lots of friends. i didn’t used to go out much and i used to think i was very quiet and unsociable but after going out a bit more i have discovered that i can actually be a bit of a social butterfly, and it comes more naturally than i previously thought, although it makes sense considering i could talk to anyone and was a great leader/public speaker as a child. (and then anxiety/depression hit and i retreated into a shell as a teen.)

I used to say my favourite colour was green because I really like it, but then I thought it was grey because that is the colour i perceive myself as. but lately i have began thinking it might be red as that is what i have always been drawn to, regardless of what i think. idk why but it felt important to mention that.

anywhoo. my hobbies are playing any and all video games, watching horror movies, playing board games/card games, doing puzzles/puzzle books (crosswords, sudoku, word search), playing piano, singing. i love antiques and i love buying them because they are practical and beautiful and often much sturdier and long lasting than more modern things (they just ain’t built to last anymore) and i believe that they have so much character and soul and it’s tragic that there is a lost art in craftsmanship of furniture and clothing and like. shoes! and pens and clocks and everything! so i like to give those old beauties a new home where i can actually USE them as well as admire them.

i also love singing i have been told im good at singing but honestly i think im only mediocre. i sing in choir and i would honestly love to be an opera singer haha even though that might seem silly. i would love to be in a band too and i genuinely have been attempting to pursue that. oh i also study biochemistry in university i am suffering but it is interesting and i have always had an innate curiosity about things. i was a very dark but bright and curious child. i was fascinated by death and other things as a kid, but i never found it morbid it was just interesting to me.

i love science and random fun facts but i also love tarot and astrology (even though i barely know anything about it) and i am interested occultism and metaphysics and would love to know more about it because i don’t believe science and “magic” kind of stuff is mutually exclusive.

i feel like i am writing too much but you said write a lot so 😭 i enjoy talking abt myself as im sure most people do but i always feel bad for it lol. uhmm i do like writing and i used to do it a lot but ive been struggling with it lately. i also love lots of different types of “aesthetics” i suppose, such as dark academia/victoria /gothic/antique but also cottage core/witchy/nature/kinda hippy forest lady but also grunge/punk/garage rock/seattle in the 90s but also 70s and 80s style but also 2000s but i also sometimes enjoy modern fashion. idk im a real mixed bag but i love it i mean there are just so many things to love in the world. i am a very sleepy gal too i mean some people wake up early to be a hater but i wake up early so i can have time to go back to sleep.

i cant really think of much else. it’s hard to perceive yourself ya know, but hopefully there is enough information there for you and i sincerely apologise if it is too much!! thank you very much for your consideration and i hope you truly have a wonderful day. sending you good vibes full of love mwuah <333333 :3

oh i also really love sharks and foxes and bears and bats and squids. and cats. and silly little shrimps and trilobytes. and pterodactyls. OK WNOUGH-

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Yes I love lots and lots of info 👀

I ship you with Fiona Gilman!

-From how you write and what you’ve described, I’m getting a sense that you strive for a strong identity, but both struggle with and respect the complexity of trying to achieve that. Due to the nature of her worship, Fiona finds it attractive when people accept the intricacies of life. Things are rarely easy to pin down, life is fluid, people included, and she thinks it takes great wisdom to understand that.

-She shares your curiosity for life and the universe, and since your expertise seem to be so different, teaching one another is a great excuse to spend time together. ;) Unfortunately, there are some things in relation to the occult and her worship that she simply cannot share. It’s for your safety, as much as she trusts your ability to comprehend things that would break others…better safe than sorry.

-Fiona is an ambivert. She’s good with socializing, but she also likes equal time to have quiet time. Since you’re still getting the feel for these things, she’s fine letting you take the lead on going out or staying in. If you need space away from her? That’s fine too, there’s plenty of things she can busy herself with in the meantime.

-She’s both persuasive and a little sneaky, and will take steps to assist you in getting better at accepting help. If she has to, and if your workload is too big, she will go behind your back to help with a few things. Nothing major, partially because she feels bad and partially because she hopes you won’t notice, but she can’t just do nothing when she feels like you’re sinking.

-She’s not much of a nap-taker, but as long as she’s not busy with something she does like to offer you her lap as a pillow.

Runner Up: Grace

[here2bbtstrash]

I’m obsessed with Gracie Abrams’s whole discography and I hope you can write something SUPERRRR angsty (crying, screaming…) inspired by these songs. Literally I can’t choose because I love all of her songs but maybe Feels Like, 21, Rockland or Unlearn would be great! Thank you for opening request ❤️ I love your writing very much 💖

mwah mwah mwah I LOVE YOU !!!! OKAY. i feel this needs an explanation because 🥴 i've been looking for creative inspiration and i was talking to the queen of my heart @gimmethatagustd who said that they would sometimes set like writing "challenges" for assignments in school, and i loved that idea. AND THEN i was sat back listening through these songs and when 21 came on i immediately started hearing a conversation in my head, just the dialogue, and then i was like 🤔🤔 what if i only wrote the dialogue ??? and so. that's what we did 😬 i hope you still like it, i know this is weird but it was a fun exercise for me and tbh i really like how it turned out ??? /disclaimer

still accepting song ideas to write drabbles based on! specify the member you want OR let me choose~

pairing: jungkook x ??? (the "other person" can really be anybody.... reader..... another member.... crack ship of your choice..... go crazy lol) wordcount: 555 ~ angel number contains: a phone call between exes and just a whoooole buncha angst, jk's ex speaks first if it helps you keep it straight, also i'm curious to know whose side you're on 🤔🤔🤔

“Did you have fun on your birthday? Hyungs take you out?”

“Mm-hmm. Drank a lot. Regretted trying to keep up with Yoongi.”

“I wish I could’ve been there.”

“I do too.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t call. I feel really shitty about it.”

“It’s okay. I thought maybe you were telling me to move on. It’s probably a good thing, really.”

“Jungkookie.”

“Please don’t call me that. It’s not fair.”

“Why?”

“Because it fucking hurts. Because you broke up with me.”

“I didn’t think it would be like this, J—JK. I didn’t think you’d just��� cut me out of your life completely.”

“If I cut you out completely I wouldn’t have picked up the phone.”

“You know what I mean. There’s stuff I still want to do. With you. Like go out and get drunk and do karaoke in your kitchen. Celebrate your birthday. I hate missing the important things. And the little ones, too. …And I hate hearing you cry.”

“Tough shit. You made the call.”

“But I didn’t want to lose my best friend, too. There’s stuff that— I don’t know, that I didn’t think about. That I miss. I miss you. This is so hard.”

“I’m sorry the fact that you broke my heart is inconvenient for you.”

“Why are you being so fucking mean?”

“Because you don’t get to do this. Not now, and not every time you keep fucking calling me, when three months ago you sat me down and said you didn’t love me anymore.”

“Jungkook, I—”

“After I spent four years with you, and we built a whole life together. Got your fucking eye tattooed on my arm like an idiot. And then you just woke up one day and decided to throw it all away like it never meant anything. Well that’s on you. You don’t get to keep changing your mind.”

“I’m not changing my mind, there’s just some things—”

“Well you don’t get some things! I’m not your fucking science experiment to pick apart and only keep the shit you like! It’s all of me or none of me, and you picked none!”

“Not trying to pick you apart, not trying to hurt you.”

“You already did.”

“Jungkook, stop! …Now we’re both fucking crying, is that what you wanted? Are you happy?”

“Are you?”

“No, that’s what I’m trying to tell you. You don’t get to be the only one that’s hurt here. I’m fucking miserable without you.”

“And you think I’m not? You think I don’t miss you too?”

“That’s what I’m saying, I don’t see why it has to be like this. It feels like extra pain for no reason. Just cause we’re supposed to.”

“Hyungs said I need space.”

“Well, I hate space. It’s dumb.”

“...Yeah.”

“I want my best friend Jungkookie back. I pick up my phone wanting to text you about stuff like twenty times a day, and I hate feeling like I can’t. Like I’m not supposed to.”

“I know. I miss my best friend, too.”

“I’m so sad by myself.”

“But you weren’t happy with me either.”

“…I was in some ways. But not every way, no.”

“Do you want to get back together?”

“I wish that the answer was yes. It would make things a lot easier.”

“But it’s not a yes.”

“No.”

“Then what do we do?”

[sunookkii]

Hi! Can I ask Enhypen's reaction when their child asks "how are babies made?"

a/n : LMAOO get ready for this one,, lolol hope you enjoy this 😭 also this isn’t proof read so I’m sorry before hand if there are mistakes!!

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.enhypen imagine ˚��○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

How Enha would react to their child asking “how are babies made”

Genre : comedy? Fluff idk what you call it, crack?

Pairing : Enhypen x Fem. Reader

Warnings : mention of children

Requested : yes tyty <3

Master list : here / requests are currently open!!

Heeseung!

Would probably most likely freeze up because he wouldn’t know how to answer them in that type of situation 💀

Probably either one change the topic to something else, or two make up some random shit like “oh you buy them at the store when you become a certain age”

The child just responds with,, mmhh okay!

^Does NOT want to deal with this convo rn TT

Probably wants to die every time this convo comes up

Jay!

Probably gets flustered by the sudden question and asks why his child wants to know such thing TT

Either freezes up a lot and says “uh uh uh” or laughs it off like he usually does 💀

“Why do you wanna know so bad honey?”

“So i can make one when i get older!”

Probably responds with, “well first you need to love someone a lot first, like your mom and I. And then suddenly a baby appears”

“Ohhhh Ok!”

Would feel absolutely relieved if the child didnt ask any further questions-

Jake!

Would freeze up and not know what to say. Probably wants to die right then and there

his face would look something like this -> 😀

“Eheheh why do you want to know?”

“Idk i just want to know! Now hurry up and tell me!”

“Well……….. yougetthematthegrocerystore”

“Really?”

“Yeeah” 😄

“oh okay!”

like jay he felt so relieved that his child didn’t ask further more questions 😭

Sunghoon!

Thinks he heard wrong.

He’d be like “s-sorry w-what?”

Literally wants to run away right here right now.

“Uh uh go ask your mom”

He’d be the type to not even answer, and then hand you the problem instead-

Sunoo!

Sits the child down on his lap like a old grandpa

“Well you see…” pats child’s back aggressively

“That is for you to know when you are older” 😄

“But i wanna know now!”

Probably laughs internally and sighs a lot trying to figure out how to tell the kid. In the end he’d probably reply with “no no i can’t tell you yet you’re too young.”

So then the child is forced to let it go bc they got bored of asking-

Jungwon!

Once he heard that phrase his mind would completely shut down

Kind of like sunghoon he wants to pass down the problem to you but since you were no where to be found he was stuck 💀

Probably laughs a lot because of the child’s curiosity and keep asking them why they wanna know so bad

“Why why do you wanna so much”

“Because i want one when i get older!”

Probably the type to drift away from the convo and change the subject “well you know having a child is a lot of responsibility..”

^^has his ways to make the kid forget about what they asked in the first place

Niki!

Would want to curl up into a ball and disappear

^Tbh i feel like while the kid was asking him that question he probably took that time to run away and hide 💀

Would hide until the child forgot abt what they were curious about, but if they didn’t forget and get nagging niki to tell them it would go kinda like this.

“I FOUND YOU!”

“AhhhhHhhh (*niki whining) why do you wanna knowwwww, i dont wanna tell you.”

“Please please pleaseeee”

“No, goaskyourmom!!”

“But mommy’s not here!”

“Okay fine ill tell you..”

“YAYYY, okay hurry and tell me”

“They come from a baby vending machine, and you can only play it when you’re at a certain age. Then you wait 9 months and they ship the baby to your house”

“Oh. That’s it?”

“Yup”

“Why was that so hard to say 😒”

^Child walks away *niki wipes off forehead sweat

Please this was really funny to write I hope y’all enjoyed 😭

[lesbianjackies]

Hi Elia 🥰 I just stumbled upon your blog recently and I love your writing 🥰💕 congrats on 700🥂🥂😄

May I please request both 🕊 (for tasm Peter Parker) and 🍰 for any guy in the mcu (curious to see who you think I'm compatible with 😄)? If it's too much to do both separately just pick your favorite :)

I'm a 5'5 girl with big clear framed glasses and wavy auburn hair. I'm an undergrad student with a degree in psychology & neuroscience, but I'm abandoning the pre-med path to pursue my artistic dreams. I'm starting my 2nd degree in English literature and creative writing to hopefully one day teach at uni and write books! I'm also an aquarius, INFP, and I can come across as a really shy/anxious introvert (until I open up to the right ppl). I definitely avoid large groups & gatherings due to my social anxiety and overthinking, but I like the intimacy of smaller one on one get togethers with friends/family. I have a lot of intellectual pursuits: polyglot with a love of the romance languages, love the arts, movies, reading, playing violin, attending concerts/plays/musicals, writing, COFFEE, drawing, anddd going on really long walks. I love witty banter, sarcasm, dark & dry humor (literally how I communicate my feelings to others because I'm too shy to voice them out loud)

wowie everyone likes tasm!peter today (not that i'm complaining ;)) tysm for requesting!!!!

🕊 - send me a character and as much information about yourself as you’d like and i’ll write a blurb about what i think your relationship with that character would be like!

(warnings: anxiety, panic attack, mention of vomit)

You tried to control your breathing, counting slowly to ten and doing your best to breathe slowly and deeply. The loud, populated stress of the college party your roommate had dragged you to was finally starting to get to you, and you knew it wasn't much longer before you had a full-on panic attack. You squeezed your way through the crowd, the horrid stench of sweat and alcohol not helping your anxiety-induced urge to vomit.

You finally made it to the bathroom and shut yourself in, just as the panic attack started to kick in. Your vision blurred and you started to hyperventilate. Your legs shook, the world spun, and you wanted nothing more than to be safe in your boyfriend's arms, watching a movie or reading your favorite book.

A knock sounded at the door. "(Y/N)?" Peter's concerned voice found its way into your ears. "Maddie said you weren't feeling well. She thought you were probably in here. Are you okay?"

All you could manage in response was a sob.

The door opened and Peter rushed to your side, enveloping you in his arms and whispering comforts into your ear. "Breathe, just breathe, sweetheart. I'm here, okay? Count to ten, name five things you see..."

He walked you through calming down, and after a moment your breathing had slowed and you slumped against your boyfriend's side.

"Good, good, baby." Peter kissed your forehead. "You wanna go home? We can put on a movie, yeah, whatever you'd like."

You nodded pathetically. "Thank you, Peter," you whispered.

"Anytime, love." He kissed your head.

🍰 - send me as much information about yourself as you’d like and i’ll ship you with a character!

tbh peter parker - both tasm and mcu. i think the two of you would be so adorably perfect together; he'd be so supportive of all your endeavors and be so great at comforting you when you needed it. prepare for him to shower you in affection every time you see each other because this boy is so in love with you and cannot go a second without letting you know just how much. he wants to know everything about college, about your hobbies - just about everything in your life. ah i'm obsessed with the two of you!!

[ay0nha]

The Race That Launched a Thousand Ships: Part 1/?

(Working) Summary & Title: TBD - I wrote this on a whim and might take down tbh

Niki Lauda, the rookie starting his career requests the help of a mechanic, Margot Lancaster who has a buried past that he’s seemed to uncovered. (This is crap I know)

Pairing: Niki Lauda x femme!OC (mechanic)

Word Count: ~3K

A/N: Not sure that this’ll be anything/be read, but I just watched Rush again and the result was sitting down and writing this in one go. So pardon the lack of proof reading and enjoy! Also, I’m not a mechanic and I know close to nothing about cars, so take everything with a grain of salt.

Inspired by @mypoisonedvine​‘s Niki fic and the overall lack of Niki fics! Let’s give Niki some love!

Master-list 

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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It was pouring the first time we met. The rain was unforgiving, but I’ve come to learn that was just how London rain was. At the same time, it was never enough. It was never enough to rid that strong petrol smell that invaded my nose and crept through the rest of my body. The sound of it was comforting though, a heavy patter created against the open garage that ricocheted slightly to cause a light spray to cool me down the atmosphere. There was a dull static still coming from whatever radio station was left on by the others hours ago, but with just me here, all of it seemed right, exactly how it should be.

That was until a harsh, heavy accented voice cut through it all, like a record scratching to a stop, "You're doing it wrong."

"Shop's closed," I glanced from beneath the hood, not bothering to entertain the man who had strolled in.

"If you wanted to destroy the car, you have succeeded," The voice continued, as he came to stand near the car, but not close enough for me to stop what I was doing. I kept my eyes trained on the open car in front of me, hoping he'd go away. This wasn't the first time I've received unwarranted criticism, especially not the first from a man. Usually, though, it was one of my boss's buddies who'd come looking for him late at night that just had to stop off at my station to 'teach me a thing or two'. But I knew tonight was already going to be different, "You need to drain the oil first, that way-

"We open back up at eight," I cut him off, now elbow deep into the car, feeling my way down blindly. Then, reaching into my side pocket with my free hand, I pulled out my flashlight, the dull yellow garage lights only helped so much. Holding it over where my fingers were, I saw the issue, the obstruction. Without hesitation the man took a few steps further in hopes to see what the light was illuminating.  I don't blame him, I'd be curious too especially if I made an incorrect accusation. I didn't need to drain the oil first, the oil wasn't even apart of the equation. What was, was the end of a broken stick that had lodged itself between the metal parts halting any other repairs I would have to do. 

He kept quiet, obviously thinking about his next move. He walked over to my station, picking up a tool I couldn't make out in my current position. However, he came back over turning it in his hand a bit to say, "You're a very hard person to find, Margot Lancaster."

My grip on the stick falter, but I was lucky he couldn't see my hand. I momentarily froze, the surrounding sounds halting for just a brief moment before I found words, "It's almost like that's the point."

There was no point trying to lie to him. These days, I still went by Margot, but Lancaster was so long forgotten, I had forgotten. Anyone who looked at my embroidered boiler suit would know me by Margot Banks. Banks could be anyone or everyone. Banks helped me blend in. The fact that I was a woman caused me to stand out enough, I didn’t need a name attached to do even more damage than it had. 

"And you?" I continued, trying to regain the same grip I had on the stick, but struggling, "Someone I should know?"

"No, though, I am someone you should get to know," He responded honestly, then stuck out his hand for me shake, "Niki Lauda."

"Hold the flashlight," I pushed the metal into his outreached hand, which he took quickly, replacing it with the tool he'd been toying with.

Niki Lauda. It clicked now, I knew who he was. I kept up with that section in the newspapers, I have for a few years now. He was a rookie from Austria who had bought his way in. Turning the socket in my hand I couldn't help but internally laugh a bit, he knew exactly which one I needed, before I had to ask, the 1/4 inch socket wrench. It would allow me to loosen the bolt and nut enough to pull the stick out. He held the light above me, allowing me to pull the stick out in one go and tossed it to the side while I tighten the bolt back in place.

"So, what do you want?" I asked, knowing that was the only reason he'd be here.

"I'm here to offer you a job," He stated with an unwavering confidence, something I was now realizing was something he had a lot of, "Well, a contract."

"Already have one of those," I answered with a sigh, standing up straight so my back could let out the satisfying pop is was begging for. I had more work ahead of me, but I knew this interaction had shot my concentration, so I'd leave the rest for the morning. Walking away from the car, I pulled my rag from the chair near my station. I expected him to follow my lead, but instead he started to strip off his jacket and began rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. I watched him for a moment as I used the rag to wipe the grease from my hands as best I could before asking, "What are you doing?"

"Fixing a mistake."

"Right," I mumble sarcastically, turning away from him completely. I'd let him have his fun while I packed up for the day.

"I've been looking for someone to be my eyes and ears, someone to think for me. I have an opening on my pit crew that I want you to fill," He noted as he continued to tinker around with the car, rhythmic sounds of cranking following his actions, "You'd be my right hand man...woman, when I pull up during a race..."

He continued explaining the roll he wanted me to fill. It was stereotypical and straightforward. I had to admit, it was well thought out, but not something I was interested in. I've heard the pitch enough times to know what he wanted and what he expected if I accepted his offer. So, while he went into detail, I organized the splayed out tools that emitted soft clinks as I toss them into my toolbox. I untied my boiler suit from my waist and slipped my arms through, adding a layer of protection from the rain I'd have to walk through to get home. Then, finally, I grabbed the backpack that practically held my entire life and slid it over my shoulders before I turned back towards Niki.

I knew exactly what he did to the car without looking at it.  I hadn't done anything wrong to the car, I had just done what he wouldn't have done to his car. Closing the hood, he now leaned agaisnt the car looking at expectantly.

"So, what'd you do?" I nodded my head towards the car and handed him a fresh rag for his hands.

"I made it better," His blunt tone showing again, "Should go faster now."

"I'm sure the teacher who drives this will give you many thanks," I made a mental note take a look at his handy work in the morning, "Have a good night, Mr. Lauda."

"So?"

"So what?"

"Do you accept my offer?"

"I like to take my time, work out the kinks," I attempted to explain this time, rather than entirely dismiss him, "I don't like to be rushed. Thanks for the offer, but I'm not the person you're looking for."

"Fine, take that part out," He gave a firm nod of his head, he placed his hands in his pockets, "No pit crew, just apart of the team."

"Really, I'm good," I held up my hand as he followed me outside. I could tell he didn't like being told no, but he held his composure for the moment.

"I'll pay you double what you make now," He yelled over the rain and the sound of the metal door coming to close.

"My salary is just fine."

"Triple."

"No."

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"Banks!" I could hear my name echo throughout the garage. I was tempted to ignore it, but the chorus of oos from the others around me caused me to listen for it again, "Margot!"

I stared sadly down at the sandwich in my hand that I had only just taken out of its bag. In my moment of hesitation a glob of jelly had already fallen onto my jumpsuit. I groaned at the fact that it had now stained it despite it already being irreversibly dirty. It was the principle of the situation. Standing up, I flicked the glob onto the ground know that with my luck, I'd be the one to slip on it once I came back.

"Don't touch this," I pointed a finger at the couple of guys next to me before mumbling, “Bunch of vultures.”

Walking into the cool building, I had prayed I wasn’t in trouble for working too much overtime again. I had hoped it was another costumer, an extra assignment, or, wishful thinking, a promotion, anything other than a reprimand. My wish was granted, but a wish from a genie never went according to plan.

"Margot, do you know who this man is?" My boss’s gruff voice was like a slap to the face due to his zero volume control. I looked between the guest and my boss, annoyance clear in my expression. I kept my mouth shut, knowing better than to answer the rhetorical question, "This is the Niki Lauda, our newest client."

He had no idea who he was. He was just like that. Someone could come in and if they were confident enough, he'd be sold. So it’s unsurprising that when a young racer comes in offering him money, he’d be kissing the ground they’d walk on.

"He's taken the liberty of changing the tired of Mr. Hudson's car for you-

"How kind," My boss was clearly too distracted by the driver in his presence to scold my sarcasm. But it didn't pass Niki as he gave me a pointed look, "So, what can I do for you gentlemen? I was just about to go on my lunch break..."

"He's entered the Formula Three Race-

"We don't do race cars."

"We do now," He slapped my arm with a thunder of laughter, causing me to cringe, "He's looking to hire a few extra hands for his pit crew."

"I want to see what I'm working with," Niki finally spoke, "All hands are appreciated."

Bullshit.

"I want you to show him around," My boss assigned me.

"I'm sure Tommy would much rather do that," I suggested honestly, already backing away towards the door, "He knows a lot more about racing that I do."

"I requested you," Niki stated, holding my gaze.

Chewing the inside of my cheek, I looked at him trying to figure out his angle. Once I got fed up with our staring contest, I turned on my heel and gestured for him to follow. Everyone's eyes were on me and our mysterious guest. It wasn't often a well dressed racer came around looking to put together a pit crew, so all of a sudden everyone was on their best behavior. Niki already knew his way around from the previous night so he had beat me to my workspace.

"What are you working on?" He asked peering over the car, eagerly.

"My lunch," I said, resuming my position on my chair, happy my sandwich was left untouched.

"Other than your lunch," He gave me a glare from the side, poking and prodding a few things.

"Nothing," I shrugged, being purposefully difficult, two could play at this game, "I'm on my lunch break."

"The race is tomorrow," He said, pulling away from the car to stand in front of me, arms clasped firmly behind his back, "I've already got my eye on a few people here to join me."

"See that guy right there," I pointed with my pinky to Tommy, who had been pretending like he wasn't eavesdropping this entire time, "He's one of the good ones."

"And you?"

"I'm on my lun-

"On your lunch break," He finished my sentence frustrated, "You've said. Will you attend?"

"Can't."

"If it's work you're worried about-

"No, I know what you're trying to do," I shook my head, seeing right through him. He wasn’t exactly subtle, showing up during daylight, but he still wasn’t accepting my answer, "It's my day off and I have plenty of grocery shopping to get done and if I don't get there early, they'll be out of the things I want."

"It's at 3, you have plenty of time to make it."

I told myself fervently I wasn't going to go. I had no business seeing a rookie. But it was too late my body had taken me to the track, binoculars in hand. I was tempted to push myself to the front, but I had enough self restraint to sneak up to the announcers booth area to see the entire track before me. It wasn't anything fancy, nothing compared to a Formula 1 Race. There was a small wooden picket fence that kept the fans on the small grassy hills as they cheered on the drivers and white tents that held the up and coming socialites.

Looking through my binoculars, it only took me so long before I found Niki. He looked different than the last few times I saw him. He no longer looked like a normal man that could be looked past on the street. His light blue outfit now looked like a second skin to him, only building up the anticipation. He belonged on the track.

The announcer started to countdown and suddenly the cars were off, that familiar hum and burning rubber smell began. Niki was being strategic, not gunning for the front, but working his way lap by lap to the front up until the last lap where he was hot on the tail of Hunt, the current name in the lead on the scoreboard. The two of them left the other competitors in the dust, not even bothering to look back for them.

Finally, after faking Hunt out, Niki got ahead. I could feel a bubble of excitement start to form in my chest as they were coming closer and closer to the finish line. I was praying he would stay in the middle, not allowing anything to get past him. He had it in the bag. He knew what he was doing. But that's when Hunt got aggressive and made contact, causing them both to spin out and the crowd to roar.

"Come on, come on," I begged to myself hoping Niki would restart before Hunt had the chance to. It was up to luck at this point. Well, it was really up to those responsible for the car before hand. If things were done right, Niki’s car would start and it would only take him a second to face the right way and finish the race. However, luck was not on Niki's side as I saw smoke start to leave from the car. He was done, left in the dust of Hunt’s car. I was almost as furious as Niki was getting out of the car and ripping off his helmet. I thought about going down there to chew out the officials, but I left before I overstayed my welcome, "Fuck."

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"That was your line, you had that corner."

"I know."

"If you hadn't braked, you would have crashed," I spat harshly front beneath the car, "What an asshole. I mean, desperate times call for desperate measure, but how desperate are you?"

"I know."

"Who does he think he is, anyways?"

"James Simon Wallis Hunt."

"Fucker," I mumbled, my temper getting the better of me.

"What colorful language," He hummed, as I heard him flip the newspaper that no doubt covered the race, calling Hunt the next best. He had guts, I’d give him that, but it was a stupid move, a cheap shot.

"Oh, please, don't act like you're not pissed off," I scoffed as I rolled out from under the car to see Niki sitting in the chair,  "I saw you when you got out of your car."

"So you went?" He asked, folding down the newspaper just enough to see me.

"Don't flatter yourself."

"You miss it," He turned the conversation onto me, bringing the newspaper down to his lap to reveal the entirety of his face. Even though it came out as sort of a questioning tone, I knew it was a statement. A statement I was avoiding telling myself.

"You’re not mad," I copied his tone. I couldn't believe he wasn't more upset than he was acting now.

"I was," He stated simply and I believed him, but his tone told me he was thinking, plotting. I started to laugh lightly, knowing what was coming next. He had gotten me to talk about it. He had gotten me to talk about something I had hoped I'd never talk about again.

"I'm still not joining you," I said sitting up further, bringing my knees closer to my chest and reaching for my canister full of water.

"A P160 that weighs 600 kilos.”

"Ok," I followed, taking a swig of water.

"What do you think?"

"Heavy," I raised my eyebrows in consideration, going in for another sip before saying my conclusion, "Shouldn't be that heavy."

"Has a V12 engine," He explains further, tucking the newspaper under his armpit, now crossing his legs to lean forward, "Horse power getting 450."

"Should be at least 490, but needs to be 500," I said screwing the cap back onto the bottle, to say , "Sounds like a shit car, don't bother with it."

"What would you do?"

"Come on," I looked at him, but his expression didn't change, "Fine, the engine needs to be 20 kilo lighter...replace the exhaust system."

"Barely made a difference," He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest as he brushed off my suggestion.  

"Are you using magnesium parts?"

"This is why I need you."

"No it isn't,” I pointed at him with a slight smile, “Because I know you've already thought of that, haven't you?"

"I have," He stated forthright.

"How much faster was it?"

"Two point three seconds."

I eyed him for a few seconds. The words I’m impressed almost left my mouth, but I stopped myself and frowned, “I’m retired.”

“Clearly not.”

[lumilasi]

Hey, aren't u the person who made those cute Spinaraki one shots? (Just checked: yup!) When are you gonna open the requests for those again? No pressure or anything, just curious!

Ha ha yeah, that was me. I closed them for the end of the year due to work leaving me less time for extra stuff, meaning I wouldn't have written them anyway as I would prioritize my big fics for my free time naturally.

TBH idk when I'll open them again even after new years?

Not gonna lie, I struggled so much with the last one-shot I made (to the point of 'why-am-I-even-writing-this' kind of struggle; it just ended up being so difficult to write for whatever reason? It came out alright but the process was weirdly painful lmao) that it kinda put me off from writing more for that series for a while, as in even if I hadn't decided to stop for the time being due to work, I probably would've ended up putting them on hiatus anyway.

Another issue that rose when I was making them, was kind of the difficulty for people to suggest me ideas ^^; So many tropes that are very popular in fics I don't personally enjoy writing. Like...sooo many of them would probs get a "no" from me because of how uninteresting or even uncomfortable I find them OTL (Once again I feel kinda bad for how incredibly picky I am, but I can't help it)

Even from the ones I did write, I think two were something that I wasn't keen on basing a story around initially? They weren't the worst though, so I managed to make something.

On the flipside, I struggle to come up with anything myself for Spinaraki, because to me it's the ultimate "cute domestic fluff/slice-of-life" kind of ship, which....isn't a very inspiring genre/trope to me admittedly. I just personally can't seem to imagine this ship with all the twists and turns and drama I can do with Shigadabi for example. (or with the parent & child thing with AFO and Tomura, or just with Tomura's character alone to be fair.) All the things I can do with them, that I find enjoyable, I honestly don't feel like I need the romantic angle for it?

(Nothing wrong with these types of stories of course btw! More power to those who enjoy them, but they're just not my cup of tea? Or coffee in this case I guess, as I don't drink tea lmao)

Soo...TLDR: I dunno, there's a lot of things about doing them as requests that makes it kind of difficult, but it is also difficult for me to come up with any ideas myself. I need to think about it for a while longer probably, what I'll do with that one shot series moving forward.

[bitter-sweet-coffee]

Henlo! I'm curious what your fave Sonic character(s) is ^^ and do you have any headcanons for them?

oh boy! okay i'm going to do my best to answer this but i have been in this fandom forever and could write a dissertation on just like,,, one character. so instead i'll sparknote some cute things about my top 4 and if you want to hear a more elaborate response i can do separate posts for each of them! it was hard enough to pick a couple characters since i love them all 😊

1) espio the chameleon

i love this little purple man so much oh my god. for starters, i'd like to think he isn't as serious as a lot of people make him out to be. yeah he seems chill but let's be real, he's arrogant and i love every second of it! he definitely radiates hot topic vibes but we're talking ronnie radke, hollywood undead vibes. definitely an e-boy but not in the fake alt way, he just radiates soft-grunge vibes? he's bisexual with a male lean and definitely dated mighty at some point, but i personally ship him with wave (more on that in a second!) his best friend is silver (i ship them too tbh) but his friends are rouge and shadow for the most part. he's the character closest to shadow (personality wise, not emotional proximity) and i adore their interactions in shadow's game so i sorta ship them too...? ahhh this is supposed to be about headcanons! anyways, i think he's fun to be around and has a thing for people with good stories to tell: wave about the past, silver about the future, and rouge/shadow with the present as agents. i think the cooperation between the chaotix detective agency and GUN is something people should write more often! oh, and he likes green tea boba ✨

2) wave the swallow

god, she made me realize i like girls and i still absolutely adore her. it was taken down but at one point years ago, her birthday was listed as november 11th which makes her a scorpio, and as a fellow scorpio i stand by it! she's also definitely bi but with a female lean, and her best friend/occasional partner is rouge. they remind me of maddy and cassie from euphoria, but wave isn't as bitter as maddy ofc. i feel like people forget that storm and jet are pretty damn incompetent without her, she literally does everything for them and that's a big nod to her people pleasing. yeah she's arrogant, but she's not wrong in being self absorbed because she keeps things running! she radiates hayley kiyoko, p!nk, 100gecs, and paramore vibes. she's a baddie but a softie! i think her and espio would be amazing together (even platonically) because he loves learning and debates, and she has a lot to say and needs someone to respond, as opposed to zoning out. i feel like she could be a famous rollerskater on tiktok or something, and would have her own line of custom gear! she might be cold and competitive, but she's really sweet and just has no way of expressing it... poor girl. i think her and sonic could be amazing friends, and i'd love to see more art of them being pals and going on adventures together!

3. shadow the hedgehog

hehehehehe oh boy, as the current love interest of my fixation character, shadow is getting more attention than usual these days! i always liked him but my fave boy and girl were espio and wave for the longest time, so finally getting to fixate on shadow is great for me! shadow is neurodivergent, basically in canon. his memory issues are both trauma related and just a part of his programming. something that i admire about espio and shadow being friends is that the former loves authority and doesn't need it, but the latter despises it but needs it. shadow was created to obey, and so even if GUN wrongs him a thousand times, he needs them. it's why he keeps going back to eggman, and helps sonic when asked. shadow might not admit it, but he has a saviour complex! although i agree that with modern music he'd listen to like mcr and pierce the veil etc, i think he'd also resonate with sex pistols and other music from the decades he missed while in stasis (footloose is probably one of his fave movies just because of the killer soundtrack!) he loves flowers and does his best to take care of plants, has nervous tics, and the reason his quills turn upwards is because of all the chaos energy he has! super sonic's quills turn up when transformed, and shadow is constantly tapped into that energy: even with inhibitors it's a lot to manage. shadow also loves reading, and i think his favourite book would be The Wars by Timothy Findley (amazing read, please check it out because it reminds me so much of Shadow oh my god)

4. INFINITE!!!

okay i have to keep this one short but he is currently my favourite character, and i could talk about him forever. i know SEGA claims his real name is Infinite, but i headcanon that in the village he came from he wasn't given a name because he was considered a burden and a curse (due to his heterochromia and other reasons). for me he was called araperi or ara (nothing/no in Georgian) because they only referred to him via negative reinforcement. the scar on his eye is because either he or another jackal tried to claw it out when he was little because it made him an outcast and he wanted to belong. he only started school when he was in highschool and never really learned how to read english (i base a lot of his village lore around Georgia and my experiences with Georgian culture- even though my culture was erased when i got adopted lol). he only learned english through musical theatre, and is fluent but not very literate in english (can't read or write very well). he radiates younger sibling vibes so i headcanon that he has 4 older sisters who all treated him pretty bad on varying levels. after a year or two of highschool he ran away with some friends and after meeting more nomads, squad jackal was eventually formed! infinite (or finn as i sometimes call him) was definitely into theatre (his favourite musical being sweeney todd) and he's an AMAZING singer, acting too (which is sorta canon because he adopted shadow's personality and fighting style after their first encounter and rehearsed a whole monologue lmao). his singing voice sounds like clem turner's but with a bit more rasp, probably because i feel like he'd listen to bring me the horizon and kim dracula! infinite is actually a big puppy once he likes you, he's just secretly awkward and insecure as hell (maybe the last part isn't a secret, haha)

wow, this was longer than expected and i feel like i hardly said anything, but this is sorta where i'm at with these four! i could talk about them forever though, so feel free to ask follow ups or request a full post for them, any ships i mentioned (or didn't) or if you want a post about anyone else!

[damerondala]

Gratz on the 200 followers!!

May I request a clone ship? They can regs or Bad Batch or Commandos, whoever you see fit to match me with.

Desc of myself: I'm loyal, determined, blunt, sarcastic, sassy, stubborn, loud and talkative around those I'm close to but otherwise quiet, can come off as arrogant to those who don't know me but in reality I'm a ride of die mom friend, ENTP, asexual female, Aries, impatient, competitive, perfectionist, logical, passionate, decisive, curious, cannot sit still for a minute. I show w my care for friends through small actions and have an unhealthy coping mechanism of laughter/avoidance. I dislike physical contact unless it's from someone close to me, rules, heights, small talk. I like debating, animals, sweet food, reading, writing, learning new things.

Preferred love language: words of affirmation

Sorry for not putting an ideal date, I haven't been in a r/s before and neither have I really considered it

Thanks!!

hi there, thank you for requesting! and that's okay for not putting a date, i'll think of something! ;)

for your ship i pair you with...

tech!

((look at this baddie omg))

i can really see this dude liking ya! you kind of remind him of crosshair so he is well equipped and ready to handle the sarcasm and bluntness. i think, he too, doesn't really like being physically affectionate with people he isn't comfortable with, but that works perfectly bc neither do you! when you do first hug/cuddle it's kind of awkward tbh but you quickly get into a good groove for both of you, basically whatever you're comfortable with, he's game. if you wanna snuggle, great! if not, he's glad to simply just be in your presence and keep you company. you are also a perfect debate buddy, he absolutely loves how your mind works. he doesn't debate to argue, he just loves seeing the gears turn in your head and your face light up when you thought of something to bring up. seeing you, in all your sassy glory makes his heart flutter and his cheeks get hot under his cute little goggles.

~

A grin creeped onto his face as your eyebrows scrunched together in thought. There were few people who received this genuine, lovestruck expression from him, and you felt very lucky to be one of them. Even if your mind was preoccupied with a comeback to his snarky debate topic. During your passionate explanation, Tech felt a heat creep through his entire body. Boiling in his stomach and flowing up to his chest. This snapped you out of your thought, wanting to really give big brains here a run for his money, but peering up at the smile adorned with a blush on his face made you stop. 

“You don't even care about debating this, do you?” You scoffed incredulously, to which Tech chuckled and nudged your arm, “I do. You know I do. However, it is very hard to not want to kiss you right now.” This man, you thought, gods he could be annoying sometimes but the way he sauntered over to you, placed a firm hand on your waist and pulled you in for a peck sent your heart for a loop. Eternally grateful you found love with this smart, sweet, man. 

~

200 follower celebration!

[kittyanonymity]

Marinette is the daughter of Wonder Woman X Superman

Hey have this!!!! I was inspired by @eve-valution and their wonderful art!

Also like.... It’s really just an excuse for Mari to be ridiculously overpowered tbh; plus.... the aesthetic of this tiny adorable girl accidentally breaking things all the time, and getting super flustered over it. >.> It’s cute, ok? lol

Honestly, my original plan for this was Daminette, and this version is; but I might also make some adjustments for a Timinette version (I love them, they’re adorkable together ok)? I haven’t decided yet. ALSO this is just a basic outline; not the fic itself. I haven’t started the fic yet. Feel free to ask things though!! ALSO THIS AU IS CLASS FRIENDLY!!! 

~ DAMINETTE VERSION~

So in the latest DC animated movies, they’ve been pushing Diana/Clark pretty heavily while implying that despite Clark’s attraction to Diana, he’s still in love with Lois; this is seen pretty obviously when Diana and Clark go on a date, and Lois shows up. Clark immediately puts space between him and Diana and honestly, it’s a little telling. (this is all in stark contrast to the Justice League cartoon from the 90’s/early 2000’s, where Diana and Bruce ((Wonder Woman and Batman)) were shipped pretty heavily) Talk about baby’s first OTP, am I right? XD

ANYWAY THE POINT IS THIS.

Lois and Clark are together, like they’re getting married. (somewhere in the world, Damian is turning one; this is relevant later.) One night, Superman has a ‘moment of weakness’, and him and Wonder woman bang. BOOM! Pregnant.

Diana is rightfully upset, as Clark immediately tells her this was a mistake, they never should’ve done that. He goes back to Lois, and they don’t speak outside of the Watchtower anymore. Diana does not tell him when she finds out she’s pregnant. She goes to Bruce, tells him she’ll be out of commission for up to 3 years.

Bruce is rightfully concerned, but Diana doesn’t tell him what’s wrong. He assures her she can leave; they’ll keep it together out here while she rests in Themyscira. She feels bad for not telling him, but resolves to do it later. Home she goes, to see her mom and the rest of the Amazons!

Her mother is disgusted by Clark’s conduct, but Diana has always wanted to have a child. They know it will be a daughter: it always is, Hippolyta says conspiratorially. The pregnancy is interesting, and many of the Amazons are startled at how quickly their princess can finish her projects. Hippolyta watches on in concern; her daughter has become startlingly creative during these months, and as a previous Ladybug that can mean only one thing.

Tikki will be back in the family soon.

Hippolyta says nothing about this to Diana, not wanting to alarm her daughter.

When Marinette is born with dark hair, and blue eyes there is no surprise. Diana stares at her daughter as if she is the most beautiful thing to have ever existed, and to her, she is. Marinette spends 3 years on Themyscira, learning from her mother, grandmother, and all of her many sisters. She’s an excitable child, with a penchant for marking walls with whatever she can draw. She grasps language easily, and much quicker than anyone would think possible.

But Diana has a duty. She must return to the outside world to assist the league. She thinks of the outside world, how it has taught her, hurt her, but ultimately made her stronger; and she knows that she wants Marinette to have all of that and more. So she contacts an old friend in Paris.

Sabine had left Themyscira many years prior, once Diana had cleared the way for the other Amazons to venture out. She’d fallen in love with a baker, and though the 2 couldn’t have children of their own, they were excellent people. People Diana knew she could entrust Marinette with. Sabine agreed after they discussed it extensively.

Diana would come see Marinette regularly once she was 10, giving the girl some years to mature, and come to terms with her mother’s identity. Diana assured Sabine she’d send any and all support requested, along with letters and gifts for Marinette as she grew. Diana hated to leave her daughter, but seeing as she would constantly be in danger once again, she couldn’t bear to put Marinette through that. Diana tells Sabine who Marinette’s father is, so they can be ready.

Sabine threatens to cut his dick off, which Diana laughs at. Diana and Marinette live with Sabine and Tom for a year, letting Marinette get to know and love them; and then Diana tells Marinette she has to go, the world needs her.

And Marinette just nods, giving her mother a smile.

“I know mommy.”

Good byes and I love you’s are exchanged, and after many tears, Diana finally manages to tear herself away, and she leaves. There is a hole in her heart the size of the Earth, but Diana has a job to do.

This is the world where Marinette lives now too, and she must do all she can to keep her daughter’s world safe.

Clark and Lois get married while Diana is away, and Jonathan is born; he’s only a year younger than Marinette, and 2 years younger than Damian like in canon. Clark is curious as to where Diana disappeared to, asking around, but the only one who knows is Bruce. And when Clark asks, Bruce simply shrugs.

“She told me she’d be gone for a few years. I didn’t press her for details. Everyone needs a break, Superman.”

Clark didn’t like it; he was worried. For her to disappear so abruptly… Surely she hadn’t truly loved him? Clark hates himself as he thinks about it, regret permeating him. He does his best to not think about it.

At least until Diana shows back up, 4 years later, and a little more jaded than she used to be. Bruce welcomes her back with a small smile, and a nod. Diana doesn’t even look at Clark.

And for Clark, it’s enough to just know that she’s safe. He doesn’t blame her for hating him; he kinda hates him too.

Literally none of the League know about Marinette; Diana doesn’t tell fucking anyone.

Miraculous canon happens as normal, only difference is that Lila is fucking gone after the Volpina incident. She’s gone after that, no return, nothing. I hate that girl, and honestly, I just wanna write something where Marinette’s friends love her, without the class drama. I can’t forgive the Miraculous writers for doing that to the students. Chat is still pretty pushy in his pursuit of Ladybug, but not in an exaggerated way. However, it does still cause some eventual complications that he needs to learn and grow from. Minimum bashing should be involved, and it will be centered around pointing out the toxic things he does, and him correcting those behaviors. Adrien is my boi and I love him.

ANYWAY.

When Marinette is 10, Diana shows up to see her. Marinette has known that Sabine wasn’t her real mother; Mari still calls Sabine Maman though cause like… the woman raised her, duh. Marinette loves Diana, even though she doesn’t remember what her mother looks like. Diana always remembers her birthday, and all of the holidays; Marinette has saved every letter, and gift her mother has ever sent her. She doesn’t realize her mother is Wonder Woman yet. Well, at least until she shows up on her 10th birthday. Marinette recognizes her as the heroine instantly, but says nothing; she’s seen movies, she knows secret identities are important!

Over the years, Sabine has kept Diana informed on the progression of Marinette’s… abilities. Look, the girl is a split between the Amazonian princess, and a Kryptonian. God only knows what she’ll be able to do. So far, Marinette has displayed signs of super strength and speed, and most recently flight; she’s got the enhanced senses as well, and she carries ear plugs with her when they go out. Diana is happy to know though, that Marinette has a strong sense of right and wrong. She owes Sabine a great debt of gratitude, and knows she’ll never be able to thank the woman enough for raising their (because yeah, Marinette is theirs now) daughter.

(Marinette goes to school, excited to tell everyone about her 2 mommies and her daddy. Despite Diana not being romantically involved with them…. Yet???? Maybe????? HMMMM)

After Marinette turns 10, Diana makes a point to visit every spring for her daughter’s birthday, and to check in on things. The day of Marinette’s 14th birthday, Diana steps off of the plane, and on her way to the Dupain-Cheng bakery, she witnesses her first akuma. Preparing to step in, Diana freezes when Ladybug and Chat Noir appear on the scene.

Diana recognizes Marinette on sight, and the spots are familiar. She remembers her mother, the stories of Tikki, and the adventures they had, the evils they stopped. She remembers how anxious her mother was during her pregnancy, when Diana could not stop drawing, writing, whatever she could be doing.

Marinette is a pure soul of creation, born of Tikki’s essence, and she is Diana’s daughter, an Amazon, and half kryptonian.

Diana watches her daughter fight, hands clenched at her sides. The Amazon in her demanding she see this through, watch her daughter be the fierce warrior she is meant to be; the mother in her is clawing at her throat, preventing her from speaking with the force of her panic.

And Marinette is an excellent fighter. Diana recognizes many of the moves she used to practice while they were still on the island, and they’ve been refined, polished, and put on display to show the world. It had to be Sabine’s handiwork, teaching her this. Did Sabine know she was Ladybug? No, she would’ve told Diana first thing.

Diana does not intervene, watching Ladybug win, and undo the damage.

Once the akuma is dealt with, Diana follows her daughter as she swings away and finds a quiet place to de-transform.

“My little light, you have exactly 2 minutes to tell me what is going on.”

Marinette jumps a mile, whipping around to see her mother, and then Tikki is smiling, hugging Diana’s cheek.

“Diana! It’s been too long!” Diana gives the kwami a smile.

“Hello, Tikki, mother misses you.”

Marinette is dumbfounded.

Diana explains everything, about how she knows, and why; tells her about Hippolyta, and her connection to the Miraculous. It was the most exciting and stressful birthday yet.

Diana starts making more regular trips to Paris to assist her daughter when she needs the extra help; since Diana is generally fairly good at keeping her emotions in check, it works out. Marinette works extra hard to make sure she keeps her extra abilities in check.

She uses her powers in small subtle ways; using her flight to get a better distance out of a yo-yo swing, but doing it in a way where it’s unnoticeable to the standard eye. Or using her x ray vision to avoid people she doesn’t want to see. She lets herself be clumsy, and careless with her movements in her daily life, making sure none of her friends can ever make the connection between her and Ladybug later on; before Ladybug, she’s clumsy so she doesn’t draw attention to her powers. The only one who knows she has powers is Nino.

It’s hard to explain to your childhood friend why you’re flying after all; he had been there the first time she’d accidentally used this new power. OOPS

All abilities/side effects Mari has:

-Super strength

-super senses (hearing, sight, smell, etc ((is taste usually included in this???? hm)))

-Enhanced vision (x-ray, thermal)

-Flight

-Super speed (bout as fast as Superman if she tries hard enough)

-Ladybug luck

-Martial arts/various fighting styles

-Amazon swordfighting & archery

Side effects:

-Sluggish in Winter thanks to Ladybug things; will hibernate if she gets too cold

-Has bursts of creative energy that keep her up far longer than she should be; usually crashes afterwards; these will stop as she gets older, and gets a better handle on her Ladybug powers.

-Gets sick easily during the cold months

-Kryptonite hurts her, obviously; she gets a wicked migraine, and nausea; usually her vision gets bad too.

Marinette’s personality doesn’t change all that much, really. She’s still undeniably kind, and selfless, always going out of the way for her friends. She’s a bit more vocal about her sense of justice, not putting up with bullies. Chloe gets her redemption a bit early because of this. Marinette is also not afraid to just absolutely throw down and brawl if you’re being a violent asshole. Like, damn. She is tiny, but she will miss you up.

ANYWHO.

With Diana making frequent trips to Paris, it catches Bruce’s eye, and he of course gets suspicious. The French government has been keeping the situation with the Akumas under wraps for about 3 years now, no news escaping the country. Marinette is currently 16, Diana has been helping her deal with hard to handle akumas for 2 years; Damian is 17, and Jon is 15.

So when Bruce looks into Diana’s activity in Paris, he’s startled to find little to nothing about Wonder Woman. An article briefly mentions something called an ‘akuma’ but then there’s no further mention. Instead he finds records of Diana Prince shacking up with a married couple and their daughter.

When Bruce finds a picture of Diana standing with the Dupain-Chengs, his breath leaves him. She is staring at the girl in the picture with such a proud adoring gaze, and he would have to be blind to miss the resemblance. The girl’s age lines up with when Diana left, and Bruce remembers how unusually concerned Clark had been about her location.

He’s the world’s greatest detective, and the pieces are too easy to put together.

SO Bruce Wayne does what Bruce Wayne always does.

Finds a way to get information.

He invites Francois-Dupont to his yearly student seminar, meant to help students get a jump start on their careers. They must prove why they deserve to attend, like all the schools invited, in the form of an essay, accompanied by a video of their school.

Mlle. Bustier’s class is selected as the class to make the video representing the school; Marinette and Alya volunteer to head the project with audio assistance from Nino, while Adrien offers to help with the budget. The class comes together to offer some kind of assistance or another, even Chloe, who goes out of her way to help the class plan. Marinette writes the basic video out, how it should look, what it should say.

But they need a narrator.

The class unanimously votes for Marinette.

“You know us better than anyone, Nette. It’s gotta be you.”

“Everyone knows you here, Mari; you’re the sweetest girl in the school.”

“A WELCOME VIDEO!”

It’s Alya who shouts it, grinning at the class.

“It’ll be a welcome video with Marinette showing a ‘new kid’ around!”

Marinette’s gotta admit, it’s genius; the class agrees, and planning begins in earnest now that they have a better idea for it.

All of their carefully laid plans fall to pieces when their high end camera breaks the day they need to film. Everyone is shouting, stress is high, and Rose is crying. Marinette knows she needs to do something before an akuma shows up, but then she hears a yelp, and she looks over to see a first year stumble back as Kim knocks into her. Marinette’s there in an instant, steadying the girl on her feet, and giving her a smile.

“Are you ok?”

She’s unaware of Adrien watching her with a fond smile, while he elbows Alya; Alya stops yelling at Chloe long enough to look over, and quickly take her phone out, and press record. The classes attention immediately shifts, the tension all but disappearing.

The first year nods hesitantly.

“Y-yes I’m ok. It’s just my first day here, a-and I’m…” The dark haired girl bit her lip, looking at the floor, “I’m really scared.” Marinette frowned for a moment before she smiled, and took the girls’ hand.

“I’m Marinette, what’s your name?” The girl sniffled, rubbing at her eyes.

“My name’s Bridgette.” Marinette nodded, her smile growing.

“It’s nice to meet you. Sorry about my friend Kim over there. He gets a little excitable sometimes.” Bridgette offered her a smile.

“It’s ok. It looked interesting so I wanted to get closer, but I wasn’t paying much attention.” Her eyes fell, and she looked off to the side, but Marinette gripped her hand gently, causing her to look up.

“I can show you around the school if you like. Everyone here is really nice, I promise. We look after each other the best we can, and you can always ask one of us for help.” Marinette gestures to her classmates, who offer Bridgette encouraging smiles. It’d been awhile since they’d seen Marinette work her particular brand of magic. Bridgette’s smile grew, and she finally nodded.

“I’d really appreciate that, Marinette thank you.” Marinette simply waved her off.

“It’s fine! We’ll make it fun!” She turned to her class, missing Alya hiding behind Adrien, still recording.

“I’ll be back in a bit guys. Come find me when you get the camera replaced.”

The camera panned around Adrien’s back as Marinette turned away, and began leading Bridgette further into the school. Alya hurried to catch up, the class following shortly after.

Marinette showed the young girl all around the building, from her homeroom class, and to each individual classroom so the girl would never be lost. And she talked to her, learning that Bridgette had just recently moved there from Italy, escaping her old school and the torment she’d endured there. It burned Marinette to know that someone had been so cruel to such a sweet girl, but Bridgette assured her it was fine since she wasn’t there anymore. Marinette in turn, assured her that no one at Dupont would ever treat her so cruelly. And if anyone did happen to do so, she should come find her immediately.

Bridgette laughed, flushing pink.

“Thanks, Mari!” Bridgette’s gaze grew wistful, “It’s been awhile since I’ve laughed with a friend.”

And Marinette was resplendent in her joy, pulling the girl into a gentle hug.

“We’ll look out for you, Bridgette. You can count on us.” The girl returned the embrace, nodding. After a moment, the two girls pulled back, and Bridgette smiled.

“Thanks for caring, Mari.” Marinette shrugged, giving her a smile.

“You’re worth it, Bridgette, remember that.” She nodded her head towards a classroom, “But you should probably get to class now. I think you’re really late. I’ll have a talk with Mr. Beaumont about why right after my class and I finish this project, ok? Just tell him Marinette will explain, and he should understand.” Bridgette nodded, thanking her again, before kissing her cheek, and heading to her classroom. Marinette watched her go with a smile, and sighed, before turning to head back to her class.

Only to promptly freeze at the sight of them behind her, grinning in glee, Alya at the front, phone held high.

Marinette flushed bright red.

“Guys, what’re you doing?” Alya clicked end on the recording and grinned at her best friend.

“Getting our video of course!”

Marinette was certain she was going to die. Or combust on the spot. God, what if she actually did though, and it was just another damn power to worry about???

Needless to say, she’s embarrassed. But once the class reviews the video, they find it to be perfect. They were able to stay close enough to hear Bridgette’s and Marinette’s conversation, and hear Marinette explaining things to her. Nino took the audio and boosted it in certain parts, and making sure to edit out any personal information the girls discussed during the tour.

The video coupled with the 15 page essay Marinette submits secures their spot in the seminar.

Meanwhile, when Diana hears Marinette gushing about their school being invited to the annual Wayne Seminar, she is immediately suspicious. She finds Bruce within the day, appearing in the Batcave with no preamble; Bruce is waiting for her.

He offers her a drink. And Diana sighs, because he definitely already knows; so she accepts his drink, and they sit.

And they talk.

He asks why she didn’t tell him, he would’ve helped her. And Diana laughs, and it’s surprisingly good natured.

“Bruce, you would’ve killed him back then. Don’t think I don’t know how much you two hated each other back then.” She sighed, “You idiots were finally about to be friends, and if I’d told you what he’d said, what we’d done…” She snorted, “I was quite sure you would’ve killed him.” Bruce didn’t deny her accusations, nor did he accept them.

“What’s she like?” And Bruce watched Diana’s whole body relax, a small smile on her face as she swirled the liquor in her glass.

“She is the best thing that has ever existed for me in this world. She’s my little light, and I will see that this world is safe for her.” Bruce thought of his sons, his daughters, and he nodded.

“And her powers?” Diana’s grin grew broad, and she raised her fist.

“She is strong, Bruce. The strongest.” Again, Bruce nodded, having a drink from his glass as Diana stared him down, “If you hurt her while she is in your care, Bruce, we will have problems. You know this?” Bruce sat his glass down, reaching for the bottle to refill his cup.

“I know, Diana. My intentions are purely curious, I promise you.” He smiled, a small upturn of his lips, “She was the star of their video, you know.”

He shows her the video the class submitted, edited to include the class singing the praises of their class president as an intro, before it cut to some footage taken on a cell phone. It followed Marinette around as she guided a younger student around the school, offering advice, and going out of her way to help the girl. The footage ended with the girl’s blushing face before it cut to an outro featuring the Journalist of the class, Alya Cesaire. Alya had said that since Marinette was writing the essay, she knew her friend wouldn’t include her own good deeds, and since Alya was in charge of the video, she’d take care of it here.

And Diana watched her daughter’s best friend proudly declare Marinette’s achievements, and her aspirations; the good she’d done, and the bad she’d prevented, or outright ended.

Bruce pretended not to notice Diana’s tears.

OOF I DID NOT MEAN TO WRITE THAT MUCH OF THAT WOW

Ok so anyway, trip to Gotham gets secured cause of all that. Master Fu will send Kaalki with Marinette as an assured countermeasure against akumas, and Diana promises she will stay in Paris while Marinette is in Gotham. This assures Marinette that between her mom, Viperion, and Ryuuko they could hold their own until she could get there.

To Gotham! YAY!

They land mid afternoon, check into the hotel, and fucking sleep. That’s it.

Next day, they have a guided tour of the Gotham Natural History museum, which is super dope, and everyone is excited; except for Chloe, because even redeemed she’s kind of a brat. I love her. Marinette meets Tim first in this one. Tim is at the Museum because as CEO of Wayne Enterprises he is donating something to the museum. They bump into each other, and she knocks him down.

Tim is kind of stunned cause this tiny pixie like girl just knocked right into him and didn’t even budge, holy shit. And Marinette is stumbling over her words as she apologizes, and helps Tim up, and wow, that is one hell of a grip for someone that size, what the fUCK. Tim is properly dismayed, but waves off her concern good naturedly, saying he shouldn’t have been standing in the middle of the hallway like an idiot; Marinette flushes brighter, insisting she should’ve been paying more attention.

And then Jason shows up, cause like damn Tim, what the hell is taking you so long?

Looks at Marinette.

Hey isn’t she a bit young for you, Drake?

(in another timeline this would probably be a fun Timinette AU, I won’t lie. hmmmmmmm…..)

Tim rolls his eyes at Jason’s antics, offering Marinette a grimace.

‘Sorry about him, he’s deplorable. Again I’m sorry for running into you’

Marinette laughs it off, shaking her head

‘I’m so sorry for knocking you down. I’ll make sure to pay more attention.’

Tim and Jason leave, Jason offering her a wide grin and a little wave; Marinette just shakes her head in amusement, and catches up with the class.

MEANWHILE, SOMEWHERE ELSE IN THE MUSEUM

Damian and Jon are hanging out; Jon has decided to come and pester him since his school, Metropolis Prep, is also invited to the seminar, and Damian likes his friend, he really does, but *god* he is suffering right now. Jon is making comments left and right, and Damian is about to lose it.

‘Ooh, am I making you mad, Wayne?’

Damian glares at his friend.

‘Stop talking. My head is killing me, and I am *this* close to killing *you*.’

Jon just laughs, and Damian rolls his eyes.

After awhile of wandering around, looking at things, they go get some lunch in the cafeteria. There’s a large group of French students taking up one of the tables, one dark haired girl standing while the others are sitting; there’s a map and a notebook spread out in front of her. Damian watches as she smiles at her classmates, writing things in the notebook, while marking things on the map.

‘Oh, that’s cool!’

Damian looks at Jon, ‘What?’ Jon grins.

‘They’re planning on what they want to see while in Gotham.’

‘How do you know?’ Jon rolls his eyes as they get some food.

‘Damian. I have super powers, idiot.’ Damian snorts.

‘Doesn’t explain your incompetence though.’

Both boys miss the wide eyed stare Marinette is giving Jon from her table.

She hadn’t MEANT to hear him, but when you can hear pretty much everything, eavesdropping is inevitable; doesn’t mean she has to like it though.

Also, wow that boy looks so much like her?? How weird.

She and the class finish planning other places they’d like to go, while Marinette turns the list of locations into Miss Bustier for her to review. They had a basic schedule set up, but their teacher had allowed them to see Gotham for what it was before finalizing things.

After lunch, their tour resumes, and Jon and Damian find themselves along the same path as Marinette’s class. They’ve moved past some of the older cultural items, and are entering the room of heroes and villains. Wax replicas of Batman, all of the Robins’, Black Bat, Batgirl, and various big name villains line the walls. Damian was on edge the entire time, not quite listening to Jon’s rambling.

And well OF COURSE something goes wrong, because you can’t have the Dupont kids go anywhere with no problems.

Two Face steps down from where his figure used to be, unloading his gun into the ceiling. He thinks he’ll have an easy time taking this French class hostage.

He is not prepared for these kids.

Alix and Kim tag team a couple of his henchmen with support from Max who has outfitted Markov with some new tech as well. Juleka (who has been tapped for the Lion Miraculous before) and Rose (who’s used the Mouse) take one down, while Ivan smashes two more henchmen together, shielding Mylene. Alya takes the knees out another one while Nino comes across his jaw with a hard left cross. Nathaniel is in front of Sabrina, shielding her when Chloe comes down hard on the henchman in front of them.

Adrien and Marinette go for Two Face, each of them a bit surprised at how the other moved.

And Damian is shocked stupid, watching this French class absolutely decimate one of Gotham’s finest rogues.

Meanwhile Jon is stuck staring at the duo. Between looking at the cute blonde boy, or the dark haired girl who is *WAY* stronger than she looks; especially if she can throw Two Face around one handed, damn.

And Marinette is more concerned with keeping her friends safe than hiding her abilities, and she probably moves too fast, and uses too much strength; her classmates buy her excuse of her extra martial arts classes outside of class.

Damian however does not.

And then the police show up, shocked to find this group of criminals subdued by a group of foreign teenagers.

The second Damian is out of the museum, losing Jon for a moment in the chaos, he calls his father.

“Why didn’t you tell me there was a meta among that French class you invited?”

Damian can practically his father shrug.

“It’s not my business to tell, Damian. Just talk to her.”

He growled as his father ended the call; the man knew something, he knew it.

And thus begins the chronicles of Damian trying to figure out WTH is going on with Marinette; which leads to friendship. Damnit.

This is where the typical getting to know you Daminette stuff will happen.. Including dates, and identity reveals.

The biggest conflict of this is honestly dealing with Superman when he finds out. Marinette has known who her father was since she was 10 years old, when she learned her mother’s identity; but Diana didn’t officially tell her until her 14th birthday, after the akuma incident.

“No more secrets, little light; I will tell you everything.” Diana had said; and she had.

Marinette is glad to have Tom, because wow her real father sounds like a dickhead.

When she officially meets Jon (Damian introduces them), she immediately realizes ‘well fuck, I have a little brother???? And he’s best friends with the boy I have a crush on, shit.’

Anyway, Superman finds out Diana had a daughter, their daughter, after the trip to Gotham concludes, and he immediately heads for Paris as Superman. He finds Diana as Wonder Woman talking to a young girl in Red with black spots, but Superman is set on speaking to Diana as he lands, and starts striding up to her.

“We need to talk.” Diana stares at him dispassionately as he walks up.

“I have nothing to say to you. Leave.”

Clark reaches out for Diana’s hand, only to have his wrist grabbed by the girl in red; who is glaring up at him fiercely. Wow her grip is tight…

“If you touch my mother, I will decimate you.”

And Clark is reeling, because holy shit, this is his daughter; his and Diana’s blood. And Clark just looks at Diana, conflicted.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Diana?” Diana shrugged.

“Telling you would not have changed the outcome. I have always wanted a child, and she is everything I need of this world. Why would I tell you?”

“Because she’s my blood too! She’s kryptonian!” And the girl growls, and then she is hovering in front of his face, blocking his view of Diana. Her eyes are a blazing blue behind her mask, and Clark realizes: she can fly.

“I may share your blood, Superman, but I am not Kryptonian; I am an Amazon. I am Ladybug. And I will not listen to you berate my mother for her choices. She told you to leave, and I can assure you, I won’t be as nice when I demand your absence.”

And Clark is just. Stunned. Because yeah, that was definitely an Amazonian level threat she just gave him; but he’s Superman, and yeah, she’s his daughter, but how strong could she be? Should he push the matter?

Clark watches as other heroes slowly appear behind the girl; One clad in orange, one in green; A fox and turtle respectively. Then there’s the one in black, green eyes narrowed at him; a feral cat, it looks like. Then there’s the one in yellow and rusty orange, a snarl marring her lips; a Bee?? Or a Hornet?? The final two are teal and red, a boy and a girl; a snake, and a… dragon?

What has his daughter been up to in Paris?

Grief swells within him, and he sighs.

“Ok, I’ll-”

Ladybug screams.

“Hello Superman, I am Hawkmoth.”

And that’ll be the final fight of this fic I think! They’ll beat akumatized Superman (batfam Zetas in to help, and so does Jon and Connor), and then Clark leads them to Hawkmoth’s base, and Gabriel is dealt with, along with Nathalie. Marinette and Adrien will both do university in America, with Adrien learning under Bruce about business along with Damian (the 2 become surprisingly good friends after a point), and Marinette accepted Audrey’s internship while she goes to school in New York. She frequently pops over to the manor to see the Batfam.

I’m gonna work on the Timinette version of this next; that ship is so adorkable and I *LOVE* it

There may also end up being a Jasonette version?? I haven’t decided yet tbh

[heloflor]

Sooo, with summer coming to an end (god the passage of time was weird this year), here’s an update about the direction my blog’s going to take.

1. About 9-10 months ago, I started imagining ideas for a Dakavendish fic called “As Time Passes”. Fun fact : the idea started from my very first MML fic, which I wrote on paper but never posted (I know it’s the very first because I mention having a new ship in the beginning). I then started building from this one chapter, turning it into more than a random oneshot. Due to that, I firstly saw “As Time Passes” as a rather short fic and basically made some kind of “skeleton” of a story by dividing the main ideas I had into chapters, thinking that it would be enough to write the story.

Recently though, I decided to take this fic a lot more seriously (maybe a little too much) and so for the last month I’ve been working on really fleshing it out, writing down info for OCs, places, how BOTT works, have a doc with info for the time-periods visited etc and want to write for each chapter what I precisely want to put in, which includes chapters that make the story take its time and progress slowly (hence why just writing down the main chapters ideas doesn’t work anymore for this fic).

As of right now, I’m close to finishing the planning phase and I already have pretty much anything I need to finish the prologues. So I’ll try to finish prologue 2 by the end of the month, but I can’t make any promises (the first prologue is already posted and looking at the date makes me sigh because I’m taking so much time for fuck’s sake !)

Aside from this fic, I also came up with three other ideas for oneshots talking about the rogue arc (because of course I did…) + something about “A Christmas Peril” and maybe something random. But I want to focus on Prologue 2 before working on those.

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2. Miitopia. When the game came out on 3ds, I played the game a lot and made a team with Undertale characters (more precisely Humantale but that’s beside the point).

So when the game came out on switch, I bought it and made characters for the team using my current obsession, aka MML. And with my wish to complete the game 100%, I play it on a daily basis (trying to get my main level 50 for all jobs, currently 6 more to go). This means that I have quite a lot of pics and videos of it.

For a while now I’ve been wishing to share all of those pics and videos but never took the time to do it. So I might as well do so now. Because this game is very dumb and I absolutely ADORE it for that and I really wanna share some of the stuff these miis say.

Btw I don’t trust myself to do cartoon characters with the mii maker tool so my team is made of miis that resemble the characters. I also used other people’s shared miis for any non-team character and some are pretty funny fits.

I’ll probably make a tag like “Milotopia” to put all this spam in since I don’t really want it to show up on the show or the game’s tag .

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3. As mentioned in the part about “As Time Passes”, I made something that describes precisely how I see BOTT work (different jobs possible, rules, how to become an agent, ranks, even emergencies procedures) and I’ve been wishing to share it.

That’s actually why I made a few posts Thursday, I was trying to get myself to post this.

Because the “”“issue””” is, there’s a part in this BOTT infodump about how, no matter how inclusive BOTT is trying to be, agents face discriminations since the agency is about time-traveling. So I talk about the limitations the agents are forced to comply with when time-traveling (you know like how some of my fics have Cavendish worrying about homophobia, forcing the duo to hide their relationship ?).

But since I never talk politics or social issues on this blog (I want my blog to be a space where people can just read about cartoons without worrying about all the stuff going on in our world), I was worried that some people might get the wrong impression from this post.

This worry is actually pretty dumb because, when it comes to social issues, I think my mindset is close to the ones my mutuals have ? To keep it short, let’s just say that, if I had to reblog one post that talks about those topics, it would be that one post saying “this blog supports POC/queer people/autistic people/every religion etc + dni if you’re a p*do, f*cist, exclusionist etc”

Tbh I think I’m going to reblog that post after all. Also I could probably take the time to add something in my bio (like a “exclusionist/f*cist/p*do dni” type of thing).

But still, since I’m afraid for no reason to have troubles with this post, I’ll keep the info about BOTT on the side for now. I’ll most likely post it after Prologue 3 of “As Time Passes” since it’s in the topic.

Though, if some people read this and get really curious about the BOTT info and start requesting it, I guess I’ll consider it okay to post it sooner ? 🤷‍♂️

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4. Regarding the end of summer : So I’m currently 21 and have been studying for the past few years. But with the pandemic, working from home had been really hard for me.

Right now, I’m at a stage in my studies where I can take a break (I don’t live in the US). And since I’m a privileged bastard with parents who won’t throw me out, I’ll be taking a break in my studies this year. This means that I’ll have the time to be more active here (since I’ll have time to write).

I’ll also start streaming video games by the end of the fall. I haven’t touched a mario game in months and I’m really missing it.

Tbh I’m mostly taking the year off because I know for a fact that, if I study while still forced to stay at home, I’ll fail for sure. So I’m hoping that things will get better next year.

Though, it also feels good to say “fuck you” to the system and simply take a year for myself, trying new things, write more, maybe learn to draw, finally having the time to focus on starting my transition.

But yeah, long story short, I’ll be around more, probably will post more, and I’ll do gaming livestreams in which I would most likely encourage people to talk to me about cartoons (yes I’m going to use streams as an excuse to infodump). I might also take some of my longest posts and make them on a video format, but It’ll take a while since I need some experience on editing for that.

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5. I might start reblogging more texts posts from more shows I never talked about but watched.

[solangelover]

AUctober: Day 2 - Pirates

Mermaid/Pirate AU

For @solangeloweek AUctober and to continue my AU!

Ch 1 | Ch 2 | --

Read on AO3 or FF.Net

A/N: You all loved this fic so much (and tbh I read it back and impressed myself lol), so I’ve been wanting to continue for a while! I had like half of this in MerMay, so I finally finished lol. I have a rough chaptered plan buuuut we’ll see!

Will could practically feel the nervous energy of his fellow shipmates right outside the infirmary door. They all tried looking casual, but he saw many people try to peek in through the tiny door window to get a glimpse of what was going on inside.

After all, no one ever thought they’d meet a mermaid.

Well, merman was the proper term (merboy?), but still. Merpeople existed. They’d seen a lot of crazy things out at sea, but they never actively sought out mythical creatures—those things usually came to them anyway. So, no one was surprised, per say, but everyone was definitely curious.

“Grover, Will,” Captain Percy began as he entered the room. “Talk to me.”

Will was finishing his preliminary check of the merboy—Nico, Will reminded himself—though his limited knowledge of merpeople anatomy and physiology was not enough to fully assess Nico’s condition. Grover had come to help at the captain’s request. He had a way with all kinds of creatures, animal or mythical, though usually the non-humanoid kind. He had not done much so far besides smile, but Nico seemed to be more at ease with significantly less people crowding around him.

“Captain,” Will began, still looking at his clipboard as he finished writing notes down. “I’ve just completed assessing Nico’s condition. I don’t know much about his kind, but Nico agreed to receiving more assistance and that he could help fill in knowledge gaps.”

“Oh!” Percy was pleasantly surprised at the merboy’s cooperation. He looked past Will toward the boy on the cot, no longer cooped up in a cage. He smiled at him, earning him a scowl in return.

Nothing fazed the fearless captain, however, as he addressed the merboy. “That’s great news! I hope our doctor here can heal most of your wounds. He’s pretty good at it.” Percy smirked as he cast his eyes toward his best friend. “I also hope Grover did something helpful. He’s probably the nicest person aboard this ship.”

Grover sputtered at the compliment, spitting out, “I didn’t do anything! I mean—I just—I’m just, here to help.” He rubbed his neck, slightly embarrassed as he smiled bashfully at Nico.

Nico nodded at the human. He did seem kind, in a different way from the golden-haired boy that was helping him. The first boy had darker-colored eyes, though not as dark as Nico’s own. But the second boy, the “doctor,” apparently, had bright eyes—the color of the ocean as light filtered in from above. They seemed to sparkle in the same way, too. That actually comforted Nico the most. Before, he would have lashed out and quickly made his escape back into the sea, just as he’d imagined doing on the other ship. But here, the boy with ocean-blue eyes made him feel… not safe, not yet, but safer than he’s felt in a while.

And, now that Nico was looking at the captain of this new ship, he noticed that his eyes were similar. If the doctor, Will, had eyes blue like the deeper parts of the ocean, the captain’s eyes were the color of shallower areas, with green hues mixed in with the blue. Again, it made him feel safe in a way that the cruel, pale blue eyes of his captor had not.

Still, Nico didn’t plan on staying for long. He believed these humans had good intentions, at least as far as healing him went. But beyond that… Nico wouldn’t stick around to find out what they planned to do with him.

Will was going on to say some things about Nico’s condition that Nico himself didn’t fully understand. While he had always been curious about the human language and hung around ships to understand some things, his vocabulary was limited.

“… Anyway, I think I should keep him here for a few days to be sure he heals up okay.” Nico’s head whipped up to stare at the back of Will’s head. A few days was… more than he had anticipated.

Percy nodded, glancing up when he saw Nico move. The bandages on Will’s arm were noticeable, especially considering that Will himself didn’t get hurt very often. Percy was wary of leaving him alone with the merboy. Though the scumbag they rescued him from was vile and cowardly, he might have had the creature locked up for a reason. But after his initial strike, Nico hadn’t moved to hurt anyone outside of scowling and glaring viciously. Plus, he trusted Will’s judgement.

Percy took a step toward the cot, not venturing too close but showing that he wasn’t afraid of the kid. “Nico, right?” The merboy nodded once. “Nico, I’m truly sorry that you were captured and hurt on that other ship, but on my ship, we’re all friendly. I’m sure you don’t trust us yet, and that’s totally fine and understandable. But please know that we will do whatever we can to help you out. After Will gives the ‘okay’ on your health, we’ll take you where you need to go. Got me?” Percy had no idea if Nico was fluent in their language or not, but he hoped his message got across properly.

Nico sat there for a moment, both surprised and suspicious at the man’s words. He stared into those sea-green eyes, coming to the conclusion that, at least for now, his words were genuine. Nico nodded once more, then cleared his throat. “Thank you,” he sounded out carefully, hoping that was the proper usage.

Percy smiled immediately, big and bright. “Okay!” He turned and clapped Grover and Will on the shoulder. “Will, I’m trusting you to fix up our friend, alright?”

“Aye, captain.”

“Grover, I could use your help relaying our situation to the rest of the crew. Tell Kayla and Austin to come in and give Will a hand as needed.”

“Aye Aye, captain.”

“And Nico,” Percy glanced back over his shoulder before heading out, locking eyes with the merboy once more. “Please be nice to the good doctor. He’s the best we’ve got.” And with that, the two friends stepped out and shut the door behind them.

Will swallowed nervously, glancing at Nico, who was still staring at the closed door. Though Grover had not done much, his presence did ease Will’s nerves and allowed him to focus on assessing Nico’s condition. Now that they were alone, however, Will really had time to process the fact that he was here, with a mermaid, acting as his healer. He just shook his head. What a life I have, is all he could think.

He cleared his throat, effectively gaining Nico’s attention as he whipped back towards him, dark eyes boring into Will’s own. “Um, so, your condition is… not great,” he began oh so eloquently. Nico nodded seriously anyway. “You appear to be malnourished, physically injured though not critically, and sleep-deprived. Um,” he glanced nervously at the merboy’s tail. “I also think you’re probably dehydrated if merpeople need more water than humans to survive. The overall condition of your tail doesn’t seem good, though obviously I don’t exactly have a frame of reference for that.”

Will waited as Nico processed his words. His understanding of English was pretty amazing since it obviously was not his native language, but he probably didn’t get to practice it much.

Nico spoke up, voice a bit rough due to disuse and dehydration. “I understand,” he said. “You are correct. My tail should be… lighter? Less… dark.” His face twisted in confusion, and maybe a bit of frustration, at his limited vocabulary.

The doctor hummed as he tried to understand what Nico meant. “Do you mean shiny? Like,” he tapped his chin in thought. “Kind of how the ocean looks when sunlight hits it?”

“Yes!” Nico exclaimed. He wasn’t quite smiling yet, but his eyes lit up at learning a new word. “Shiny,” he said experimentally, tasting the word on his tongue. Will did his best to tamp down his own grin at how pleased Nico looked in this moment.

“Okay,” Will said, making a note on his clipboard. “So, with all of that, I think it’s best if you stay with us for at least three days. There’s a lot of healing that needs to be done for me to feel comfortable sending you home. Octavian really did a number on you.” He frowned down at his notes, upset at how awfully his cousin treated this poor merboy. It was almost amazing that he could become even more disgraceful in Will’s eyes than he already was.

Nico took note of the way Will looked angry when discussing his treatment on the other ship. He did not think the anger was directed at him since Will had been nothing but helpful the entire time he had been here. But he couldn’t quite grasp why Will seemed so upset on Nico’s behalf. They didn’t even know each other—they weren’t even of the same species! Yet, somehow, the way that both the captain and doctor of this ship seemed to care for Nico’s wellbeing brought him a bit of comfort. Not that he trusted them—yet—but he knew genuine actions when he saw them.

Even with all of that, though…

“Three days?” Will’s head snapped up at Nico’s voice, like he had been lost in thought previously. “Is that needed? I can heal on my own.”

The blonde took in the stubborn pout that graced his patient’s face. On the other crew members, Will would have been annoyed. But with Nico… well, he couldn’t help but think it was kind of cute. “Three days is the minimum.” Cute or no, Will always drew the line at someone’s health. “Really, I’d rather keep you for longer, just in terms of your wellbeing. However,” his eyes softened, “I also want to be able to get you home as soon as possible. I’m not sure how long you’ve been away, but I’m sure you must at least miss being in the water.”

Nico glanced away from the kind eyes of the healer. He had not been home in some time, not just due to his capture. But that wasn’t for this human to know.

The merboy didn’t know what to say, but luckily, Will continued on. “So, if it’s okay with you, I would like to keep watch over you for three days to monitor your health so that you can make a full recovery. Is this acceptable?” He desperately hoped that Nico could trust him enough for that to happen. Honestly, the fact that Nico hadn’t put up much of a fight aside from the very beginning shocked Will completely. Perhaps Nico had had good experiences with humans prior to Octavian. That would explain his knowledge of the English language.

Will was also bursting with questions about Nico’s species, which he hoped to get answered over the course of the three days. Because how could he not?

After what felt like an hour of silence, Nico finally seemed to find what he was looking for in Will’s eyes. He nodded, more to himself than the doctor, and said, “Okay, I agree. One condition.” Nico pointed to the door without taking his eyes off Will. “Keep this door locked.”

“What?” Will cocked his head to the side in confusion. That’s probably the opposite of what he would have expected the merboy to want.

“Locked,” he said again, like Will didn’t understand. “I do not think you will harm me. But I do not know the other humans.”

Ah, that makes sense and is actually pretty smart thinking, Will thought as he nodded in understanding. “Understood. I’ll clear that with Percy and make sure it is always locked. I can leave a key in here as well, if that makes you more comfortable. I don’t want you to feel,” caged, he nearly said, “held against your will.”

This earned Will a tiny smile and a nod, which he counted as a major win for the day. “Okay then. That’s settled, so let’s continue on…”

 A/N: I’m going to cut this here. Next chapter will be the next day, or day one of the three days. (Who knows when that’ll be up—)

[that80sslytherinwrites]

Hi! I was wondering if you do ship requests rn? If not just ignor my request:) I really like what you’re writing, by the way❤️

Can i request a DPS male ship?:) I’m female, 5’2, blonde hair, medium sized (i sometimes get really insecure about it), I have heterochromia and a peculiar style.

My biggest passions are art and any form of theater: i love plays, acting, directing, performing, giving speeches. I love beautiful things, love studying (practically anything, tbh, i’m curious about every single thing in the world). I also love criminology and philosophy. I might be very reserved at first and have very bad anxiety, but as I open up, I am extremely talkative and a little random. I’m an INFP, ravenclaw:) I might need some time alone to recharge. I am really ambitious, have an impostor syndrome, i guess, and I’m also really smart (or at least i hope so). And I LOVE passionate, smart people with great emotional intelligence.

Thank you❤️

I ship you with...

Neil Perry!

First off, what made me think of Neil was definitely your passion for theatre

you are both wildly passionate people and you thrive and bounce back and forth of each other, you would just feed off each other like mad, the passionate chatter would fill up the room and probably explode from it

you probably met doing something theatre related

Just imagine, Neil going for practice for a play and he sees you standing on staging running through a monologue, your voice carrying across the theatre and it just captures his attention in a way very few people have

The other big thing that made me pick Neil for you was your similarities to Todd as in being reserved at first and bad anxiety, and look how Neil essentially just latched onto him, making him open up more and more throughout the film

Neil loves your curiosity, in fact he likes exploring these curiosities with you

he loves you way you talk so passionately about whatever’s taken your interest at that moment, and he loves that your interests are ever changing as you discover more things and dig deeper into thing you’re curious about

Neil loves your eyes, and how they are different colours, he could spend hours staring at them

In fact he just loves everything about you. Neil’s the kind of person who sees perfect in imperfection and always appreciates every aspect of a person, and while he understand no one is happy with themselves every waking moment of every day, he does ever quite understand what exactly you see wrong about your self whether it be your intelligence or physical features. 

He always reassures you and makes you feel better. 

Neil’s the kind of person who’s always aware of how to make people feel better, he can read your emotions without any difficulty

he also can tell when your social meter has run out, and tries his best to get you somewhere where you can be alone to recharge

Like Neil you like beautiful things, but probably also see beauty in everything. You both just see the world in such a special, beautiful way few people do. 

he admires your intelligence, though the rest of the boys may try to use it for their benefit, that is to say, help them with their homework

he honestly thinks you are the most talented, beautiful, and smartest person he has ever met

I hope this is okay. Thanks for the request!

[bookwyrminspiration]

hello hello its been a few days but i, the dream nonsie, am back! (also my name actually means "dream" irl 👀) personally, i think a silveny flavored popsicle would be cinnamon-y as u said, but also... sparkly? in a way? not- not like actual glitter, thats disgusting, but.. when u eat it it just *feels* magical. not sure if im making sense lol ^^ aww, glad my crazy dream made you happy! :D ask word limit is getting close so imma continue in another ask if thats okay with you! <3 1/?

hello!! welcome back--i gotta admit I was not expecting this, but it's so nice of you and I really appreciate it <33. I hope you don't mind me compiling this all into one post, that way it's just a little more organized. you're entirely welcome to send as many asks as you want, so don't worry about continuing in others! I don't mind at all!

1. oo that's a really cool name meaning!! I always think it's interesting to hear what other people's name mean, or they meanings they've chosen to associate with them (as some have more that one). Quil doesn't really have a meaning, so I love hearing others'!! The only thing I miss about my dead name is the meaning, tbh, because it was pretty !!

also, I can totally imagine the cinnamon/sparkly popsicle. when you say that I immediately think of sparkling water for some reason, like it's not a taste it's a feeling. you put it in your mouth and it's an experience. you're wild dream was probably the highlight of my day!! something about it just stood out and I kept coming back to think about it. long silveny popsicles can do that to you, i guess

2. oopsie! my bad! when someone says writing I usually just default to the wings au, because that's the writing most people know me for. but!! i'm glad you like all the analyses I've done! I don't think they'll be stopping anytime soon--it's like everytime I answer an ask I get two more, which means there will be a steady stream of them for the forseable future. I really enjoy doing them, so I love hearing that people enjoy reading them! they're mostly just me rambling until I find a pattern or connection to latch onto, and then I build from there. and depending on the ask I might grab a book from my shelf to reference something if needed

also: thank you! The wings au is a pretty big project I've wanted to take on for a while, so it's absolutely thrilling to see people interact with it and talk about it--even if they haven't read it. There's absolutely no pressure on you to read it, just so you know! Honestly sometimes baffles me that I've gotten fanart and so many asks and comments on it, enough so that people who haven't read it still know what it is. like?? my wings au?? silly little idea I had all because of one stray thought one day?

as for writing it while taking college classes: yes! that's what I've been doing! I think i've had a combined total of like three weeks of break since January (i don't get summer), but aside from that i've had four or five classes while writing the au. Actually was taking an A&P class (which are notoriously difficult, even more so on summer schedule) this summer while working on it, which was wild. But a lot of the excited comments and theories and general interaction helped motivate me to keep going.

3. it's not dissapointing at all! I don't expect for anyone to read it, it's not something you have to do in order to interact with me and the stuff on my blog. it's just something I happen to be doing so if you like it you're welcome to engage with it! I actually don't read fanfic very often either, which may be surprising as I write it. Occasionally I binge a bunch of fics in a certain ship when I'm in the mood, but that's only once every few months. Ships just don't hold huge appeal for me, so I don't find a lot of fic that interests me. Also wow! mine was one of the first you've heard of?? that's a huge accomplishment to me, thank you! Where did you hear about it? I honestly don't know where people find my au, so I'm curious.

speaking of reading fanfic, Nattie's (theunmappedstar) fic is one of the few I've read! I haven't talked to them in a while, but they're very accomplished and it's an honor to be considered alongside them in terms of writing!

as for committing to mine, feel free to take your time! no rush! it's always going to be there! although I will say it does just keep getting longer, so be prepared for that. I update every two weeks on sunday, so you've got time. if you do read it, I'd love to hear your thoughts. truly, comments and just hearing what people think are the best motivation. it also enriches the story! I never know what's going to stick out to people or what they'll remember, so hearing from people gives me ideas for scenes in the future! I have a general idea of where this au is heading, but a lot of the details have been impacted by theories and comments. You absolutely don't have to though, just if you'd like I'd love to hear

4. thank you so much <33. I'd love to get back more into traditional art, as i've been focusing on digital recently. I just love how watercolors look! I actually have a few art requests from an embarrasingly long time ago (April) that I'd like to do in a traditional style. I also just haven't posted as much art recently, so I'd love to get back into that. Coloring and lighting were mostly me just winging it, trying to imagine a few colors that would look nice next to each other and then just going for it. Also, i cant even count how many times I would accidentally switch up the light source in in the middle of a piece. I actually took an art class a few semesters ago, so I have leftover supplies from that I could use for some keeper pieces! I've had a few ideas, so hopefully your encouragement can help me get back into that <33

the writer and artist thing: thank you!! both writing and art are interests of mine, so it's so cool to get recognized for both!! I remember when I started posting art I was doing it as a "I'll do this for now until I get to the writing" thing and then i accidentally became fairly well-known as an fanartist and i was just there like wait a minute this wasn't supposed to happen. But I love it!! I love doing fanart and I'd love to do more. But I also love writing! i have some ideas for aus and other one shots I'd like to do when the wings au is done, not that I'm trying to hurry that along. I thoroughly enjoy working on the wings au, and i'm not in any rush to get through it.

and don't worry, you have nothing to apologize for!! i'm glad you feel comfortable talking to me! You don't need to be concise or anything, you're welcome to take up as much space and use as many words as you'd like. I think it'd be a little hypocritical if i didn't believe that, considering how long my responses to the asks i get are (partially why they sometimes take a bit to answer). it was very much so a fun read!! I really appreciate you and wasn't even sure how to respond to everything in a way that conveyed that. I absolutely blown away by how genuine and sweet you are

i really loved this ask, and I've reread it several times because it's just so kind. thank you so much <33

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replies!!! ;u;

upperstone replied to your post “I’m curious, what are your favorite character x character ships in...”

Nah it’s not really taboo to ship a killer x victim! Some people won’t do it but if they’d have a healthy enough dynamic outside the killing game it’s fine lol!

Word!! That’s good to know thank u!

yes-sunny-flowers replied to your post

“can you do any random Danganronpa hcs that you’ve been wanting to do?...”

you did not need to go this hard. that was so cute i nearly teared up :,)

thank you mx... I teared up writing this ;-;

xxechoheartxx replied to your post

“can you do any random Danganronpa hcs that you’ve been wanting to do?...”

Your Taka content makes my heart go: ��✨��✨��✨��✨��✨��✨��✨��✨��✨��✨��✨��

;u; im so glad!!!!

sammiedragonslayer replied to your post

“can we get a fem!reader convincing kazuichi to FINALLY take a shower...”

hey op not to be rude but i would literally sell my mother for a part 2

yo when requests open back up...... shoot me an ask....

upperstone replied to your post “hello lads! just a quick update to let y’all know that there may not...”

Feel better dude! We’re still here and we love ya!

Ahh thank you!!! I appreciate it ;u;

shsleyebrows replied to your post “heya! hope you’re having a good day! is it okay to request taka...”

The flavour is immaculate �� You’re such a good writer!!

Thank you!!! I did not expect to be able write this one that well honestly haha so I’m really glad it turned out good!!!

shsleyebrows replied to your post “hello lads! just a quick update to let y’all know that there may not...”

Dw!! Take care of yourself, I’ve said it before but your writing is definitely worth the wait! ��

;-; thank you!!!! 

upperstone replied to your post “hi again! how about kaito, taka, mondo, gundham, hajime, and fuyuhiko...”

Oh my god. I love this. Thank you sm sm!!

Yes ofc!!!!

upperstone replied to your post “if its ok can u do taka, kaito, souda, fuyuhiko and Sakura react to...”

This is so awesome! Very wholesome ty for this����

ghjsgkjm I’m glad you like it ouo!!!!

shsleyebrows replied to your post “yo what’s up? love the blog! can we get a reader walking in on K1-B0...”

I love scenarios like this!! Poor Keebo lmao

Me too hehe!

shsleyebrows replied to your post “I’m curious, what are your favorite character x character ships in...”

Those are some good ships tho :0 I’m not that much of a shipper tbh but it’s always fun to look at the dynamics of pairings!!

Ahh I agree!! I really like analyzing ships haha!

upperstone replied to your post “can you do any random Danganronpa hcs that you’ve been wanting to do?...”

The hero we deserved and the hero we needed. Thank uou

Anything for the lads uwu

shsleyebrows replied to your post “can you do any random Danganronpa hcs that you’ve been wanting to do?...”

These are so cute, I love him �� The way that you write for him is my favourite, if that makes any sense haha, you’re amazing at it!!

Omg thank you sm!!!! bkbkbjnbm I’m really glad!!!! ouo

gundhamsevildoer replied to your post “can you do any random Danganronpa hcs that you’ve been wanting to do?...”

we didn't want it, but we sure as hell needed it

Everybody needs a little Taka cuddling in their lives, I feel. God knows I needed this too

shsleyebrows replied to your post “who’s your favorite Danganronpa guy and girl from each game? and who’s...”

Didn’t see this earlier (thank you tumblr) but our tastes are almost the same!! The majority of the V3 cast didn’t appeal much, especially Himiko... like in the 2nd trial when she kept going on about her “magic” it almost made me quit the game haha. Like, we’re trying to solve a case here??? Please just tell us how the trick works >:( Anyways Taka and Sakura are the best ��

Legit the V3 trials awakened some anger in me I did not know I had LMAO. But I agree Taka and Sakura are 100% the best <3