#tower of god fanfiction

[rapidhighway]

the way I was introduced to dc was teen titans in which nobody ever uses their secret identity ever. They never use their names, only their pseudonyms and that has stuck with me for some reason. Idek if they know what Robin looks like. Robin is Robin, Starfire is Starfire. Stop calling him dick grayson stop deadnaming him

[toadsarebitches]

EVERYONE SHUT UP

… I think I need a moment

[leilanising]

Pretty sure this is the first fanart my baby's actually gotten T-T

Btw, for those who don't know, this is Levin, from the Tower of God <3

[mikey180]

gotta cook up a request so aaay id like to request dates headcanons with khun,baam, hansung , like what kind fi stuff they di on a date aay :D

thank you so much for requesting and I know it's been a long time, but I've had so much to work through.

Date with Khun Aguro Agnus, The 25th Baam, and Yu Hansung.

Type- headcanons

Flavor- fluff

Tw- bugs and death...love that for a fluff fic, don't we?

Khun

I feel like Khun would take you to a fancy restaurant on the first date, but he'd much rather have a movie night and cuddle with you.

If you want to go to a restaurant he'll take you to one of the best in the tower. Ya know, the kind that serves fresh seafood. he'll make sure it has good reviews and might even have someone go to see if it's as good as people say it is.

If you go with the movie night though, it's a different story.

He will make sure to have all of your favorite snacks and drinks. He'll have candy and basically anything else you could possibly want.

He definitely wants to pick the movie, but he'll let you pick if you want to.

I can see him enjoying psychological horror, but getting annoyed at the same time because he's already figured out what's going to happen within the first five minutes.

He doesn't mind almost whatever genre you want. I don't see him as being one for romance or comedy, but if it's what you want to watch, he's fine with it.

he would absolutely love it if you were to get scared during a horror movie and cling to him. I don't think he'd be the kind to jump or show that he's scared. The only way you could tell if he's actually scared is the way his eyes widen a bit at the jump-scares.

You and Khun are curled up with each other, under a fluffy blanket, covered in crumbs from all the sugary treats he brought you. Your legs draped over his lap as he leaned close to you and held the large plate of snacks on top of your covered thighs. the scream from the movie echoes through the living room while the two of you watch intently. You shiver a little as the suspense picks up to which he chuckles and rubs you back a bit, throwing a few smart mouthed comments your way as you watch.

Baam

Baam enjoys small picnic dates.

He'll definitely cook for you and he'll try to make whatever you want. He picks out the best spots he can find and you bet he'll lay down the red plaid blanket that he sees at all the picnics in the movie.

This cinnamon roll just wants you to be happy. He'll defiantly take you on whatever date you want, but his first choice will usually be a picnic.

If you let him, he'll probably cling to you the entire time(not me adding this because I love clingy and needy people).

You'll be sitting side by side with his leg draped over your lap and when he's done eating he'll probably rest his head in your lap, not caring if you're still eating or getting crumbs on him.

He most definitely enjoys peaceful silence, as long as you're okay with it, he'll space out, head on your lap, just staring at the clouds.

Wants to stay long enough to watch the sunset with you, but he probably gets tired of it's summer timer when the sun takes longer to set.

The picnic blanket becomes a regular blanket in the fall though, poor baby gets cold easily and even if it means sitting on leaves, sticks, and risking being a bug hiking trail, you let him do it anyway without complaint.

You and bam rest there, the food mostly gone as you watch the sunset from the hill you've chosen as your spot. The orange fading to a yellow and finally out to blue after a small ring of green. He looks up at you, moving his head on your lap as you run your fingers through his hair. The moment you look down, you're met with his tired little smile, the light shifting through his lashes to reflect in his half closed amber eyes, soft like a fire on a snowy night, a picture you want engraved in your mind till the end of your forever.

Hansung Yu

Tell me this man isn't doing a coffee date? Even better if he goes to one of those tea ceremonies only to mix in instant coffee when no one is looking.

He would probably choose the best seat in a shop, a nice quiet one by a window.

It's mostly likely mid day or a little later though he'd take you at 8 like a dinner date, but caffeine at that hour might just kill you though, he can handle it.

Will order for you if you don't know what you want, assures you you'll like it.

Might just fall in love even more if you take your coffee black, but if you take it light, he'll think it's cute and probably say some things about how you can't handle straight coffee...he's right.

Expect him to pull that "wiping drink or food off your face" move like he's in some sort of romance k-drama, might even lick it off.

Will say something surprising, or spicy depending on how far along you are, just to get a reaction out of you.

*Warning*Has made you choke on coffee like this before*Warning*

You are in danger, with the way he slyly watches as you sip on your coffee, you can tell he's just waiting for the most inconvenient time to tell you humans have a water to dead body ratio they're okay with, hence swimming in the ocean with thousands of them, but not swimming in a pool with one of them

...what the heck man?

Will laugh if you choke or laugh so hard the coffee comes up your nose (fun fact, I've drank orange juice through my nose with a straw as a very stupid child)

Does hold your hand as you walk there and home though

As you play footsies with Hansung under the table, he sips on his coffee like nothing is happening. You sigh a bit as you accept your loss as you feel a bruise forming on your shin. You close your eyes to take and savor this sip of sweet, sweet coff- "cockroaches would eat you alive if you couldn't do anything about it."

"Hansung!"

You appetite for coffee is immediately gone as you slam the cup down and cough a bit on what you had in your mouth as he chuckles a bit.

"don't worry...the vibrations of your breathing are supposed to scare off bugs...or so I've heard"

He had to, don't get mad at him, it's funny, right?

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Low key lost my appetite writing that last bit actually, it's true.

[jue-viole]

It's been a year since the 1st chapter of their journey began and was released! And I just want to celebrate this milestone!

Thank you so much readers for enjoying the current chapters and still supporting the upcoming chapters as they continue their journey with KhunBam and friends! Sending love from The Irregular's Children.

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[plasticfangtastic]

American Royalty. Ch. 4

A Homelander X F! Reader and Dadlander fanfic.

A/N: if ya like to be taglisted plz leave a comment to be notified on the next release. got the writers block and too many wips so here is an early chapter. hope y'all like it. plz check my pin post for prev. chapters.

Tags: mild gore, angst, lots of angst, slow burn, fluff, oc characther, child neglect, dadlander, romance.

Chapter Four

Seeing Stars

You had him agree to you working three days as his personal chef, and he couldn’t have you Sundays no matter how much he asked.

Within the week you had gotten a letter from your bank telling you that the pending investigation on your account had been closed and now you could access it, it had even accrue significant interest after being untouched for seven years it was better than an early christmas miracle as you sobbed in your bedroom with the letter in hand, you cried in the kitchen after calling a realtor to see an apartment, by the time you seen a couple of apartments you had come home to find an enveloped taped to your door. Inside paperwork and some keys– seeing red for a moment, but as Helena tugged at your shirt, your anger tucked itself away, you held her crying into her shoulder as you finished reading the letter.

Before the month ended, you had moved into a large, renovated and well located 2 bedroom, 1 office, 2 bathrooms apartment in the ground floor of a duplex, it had to be at least eighteen to twenty thousand dollars in rent but he had simply purchase it– writing in his letter that he wouldn’t allow you to continue raising his daughter in the projects or some refurbished new york closet, he had even collected information on local schools in your new neighborhood for you consider, informing you that he would take care of tuition cost.

As you settled in a space so big you had nothing to fill it with, as you watched your daughter actually behave like a seven year old for once, you laid on the floor by the open concept kitchen, feeling the rich wood underneath your skin, staring at the black granite benches and hardwood cabinetry– the floor was even heated! You heard a landing in one of the two thin yards, you knew your daughter was exploring the bathroom, so it felt safe to do this now.

“I’ll have my interior designer come by this week to help you select furniture and stuff.” He said upon entering, distubed by how barren it was, all your belonings in a a dozen boxes total, tucked in a corner of the living room.

“You are a bastard making me indebted to you.” You grumbled.

“I can’t have her live in a broom closet infested with rats. Kids need yards and space.” He looked at the cherry wood panels lining the outdoors, the vines and trees growing in a decent sized yard, extra big by New York standards– you could get her a puppy, a kitten or…?”

“She likes fish.”

“I could have a pond installed.” he said with a smirk crainign his back as he tried to look less imposing as you refused to lift your head from the heated hardwoods– you should be okay with utility bills, I left them on credit for your convenience. Have you had a chance to look at schools?”

“What are you actually planning, John.” You sat back up, switching names had taken him off-guard wondering what angle you were going at him from– haven’t even started work with you and now you are showering me with presents? This is beyond just wanting to see your kid is not like you actually seen her.”

“You said to take things slow.” He didn’t try hiding that devious grin– Ryan… needs a story.”

“Jesus Christ you are sick.” you now had to stand up for real– you want me to play mom to your kid? I don’t even look like him.”

“Genetics are weird. Helena looks like you and Ryan looks like me, like those dogs from ‘Beauty and the Tramp’."He touched your cheek with a bare hand– Can’t wait to see you next Thursday, mom.”

“Oh god…” You chuckle, losing your mind as his hand hurts without a scratch– How are you going to tell this to Helena?”

“Is in early development but the team will take care of it. I need Ryan to attend the same school as Helena so please hurry up.”

He left not before telling you to take Helena to MOMA this saturday at 2 pm, it wasn’t a suggestion or invitation, it was an order

You did as you were told that evening, one of the best schools in the city was under a half hour walk from this cell, knowing Helena had to be enrolled soon didn’t help, and your commute to Lucci had increased but now you could pay for gas and not cry. Sending him a texts about schools to the number he had given you in his many many notes seemed anticlimactic but that was it.

Helana had grown suspicious, but she played dumb and you knew it too, so you both played stupid when you headed to MOMA that weekend.

You just casually came the same day and the same time as Homelander and Ryan were about to have the whole museum closed off as they received a private tour,  but he asked you to join them not giving any real explanation for why but nobody questioned, neither kid spoke to each other much if any, Helena simply enjoying the silence, she looked at you as she asked about the pieces but it was Homelander who had the most to say about the works, leaving you left out but happy, you knew that face of his so well, to see it on your daughter’s face made your day.

He had taken the opportunity to discuss your employment not your relationship, giving you list of things Ryan should eat, would not eat, wanted to try and things he wanted to try himself, then your hours and some odd request about handling Ryan’s school lunches being instagram worthy, handing you socials to research for such task.

You started work that following week, the Vought kitchens were top of the line, your job was to meet all of his requirements, some of the chefs that recognized you looked at you with relief and curiosity, wanting to know what had happened to you but you were unwilling to share. That first breakfast was returned with clean plates, even the waiter was shocked when he saw empty plates come out of his penthouse.

It had been so long since you could play with such new equipment, this was it, this was the place you belong in, him or not involved this was your happy place now.

Two weeks had passed.

 As you headed for the staff elevator you met Homelander, who had honestly just been waiting for you.

“I got the paperwork sorted… you just have to sign and fill stuff. Nice school! Great stem program not that Helena will find it hard.” he said politely, his posture extra stiff.

“Did you do a background check on her?” you looked around for witnesses.

“Hard not to. Our kid is the captain of the math club… her school team has won most of the math competitions in the last four years. Not to mention the piano recitals, and science competitions”  He looked so proud– her grades are perfect. She might be the smartest little girl in the city.”

“She’s the smartest little girl in the world.”

“And her new school would let the whole world know just that.” He said matching your smug.

You watched him carefully waiting for him to spit out what he wanted to say, either about her schooling or something else.

Helena was allowed to continue attending her old school until you were ready for transfer, he had only briefly talked to you for school discussions, and with great disinterest on what made each school good or not, if anything you found yourself doing this for his son as well, thinking of what this school would do for his well being, and if it was the best choice for a homeschooled kid, and how would this new school commute affect Helena’s after school routine. 

On the days you didn’t work in Vought’s towers she was still babysat or stayed at Lucci’s, she was too young to be left at home, even if you knew she was perfectly safe, but no matter what she was still little. 

During the days you worked in the tower she was kept in the company daycare in the 20th floor, most of the kids there were normal but there was at least one other super-abled child her age, it made you happy to see her interact with a similar kid even if said kid abilities involved phasing thru objects all willy-nilly and make objects phase thru other objects, making you worry of what would happen if he lost focus and Helena got caught inside a wall.

“By the way our kid escaped the daycare.” He held the elevator open for you as he entered, before you could panic he shot you a charming smile– is okay she’s at the gym…”

Your eyes had welled up regardless, you jumped into the metal box pressing the bottom frantically.

“She’s perfectly safe… A-Train is there and so it's that… Noir… her and the only little Supe kid decided to do some mischief, but I kept my ears on her all day.”

Forcing yourself to take deep breaths as the elevator smoothly traveled to the lower floors.

“Is it not her that I am worried for.” you said firmly.

You followed him as he guided you through an unfamiliar floor, inside the large colosseum gym that had been fitted to test somebody’s athletic skills you found your daughter floating in her wavy bubble, but all you saw was your kid swaying in the air.

“Helena get down here immediately!!!” You ran after her reaching for the kid as her bored expression was replaced with embarrassment as she descended into your arms– you cannot run away from daycare!”

“I don’t want to be surrounded by babies.”

“Helena you are a baby!” you squeezed her against yourself, just glad she was still in one piece, you noticed the other small kid in the room– jesus…”

Carrying your kid you reached for the other one, taking his hand.

“Hey sweetie… let me take you back to daycare before your mommy or daddy gets worried.

“Am I in trouble?” he asked meekly.

“No, but Helena is so grounded.”

“Mom!”

“Don’t mom me! You have any idea how dangerous that was!”

“Oh don’t get mad at the kid, she was just acting like a kid. Don’t be such a buzzkill” he mocked you.

“I don’t want or need your opinion– now you got two seconds to explain yourself!”

You began to gently drag yourself and your kid’s victim out of the gym, A-Train absolutely shocked to see anybody talk to Homelander like that.

“Look I had A-Train and Noir come check them out, they were safe!” He chased after you.

“Oh that was your doing.” Helena said–  "I really wanted to meet A-Train” she waved innocently at the Supe, who returned the gesture as a true professional– and... Mom… I wanted to see the building, that’s all… sorry I used Elmo to escape… but his powers were just too useful”

“You cannot use people like that.” you said in shock.

“People like being used.” Her words were just cold as she wriggled herself out of your arms, falling without touching the ground, she took Elmo’s hand taking the small kid towards the exit– some people are born serfs.” She mumbled to herself.

Homelander's heart beat violently– oh his daughter was a brat and had a questionable attitude, he hadn’t even interacted much with her, but he was proud. His whole body went light and his smile couldn’t be contained as he saw the small girl with true love in his eyes, this was the moment he saw her as truly his own.

Ryan was still reluctant to accept his father’s philosophy, but this little one understood that she was born better from the start on her own.

She turned around to face you again, little Elmo sucked on his thumb as her eyes glowed pale blue.

“Is it alright if I come to the training gym if I ask permission first?” 

“I…”

“Of course all Supe’s should know to keep their powers top notch. You are more than welcome to use the facilities.” Homelander had cut you off, petting the little girl’s head as he approached the duo– Just ask your mother so she doesn’t have a heart attack. Then again this is one of the safest places in all of New York and little Helena over here is perfectly safe, after all I am here.” He said while staring at you.

His voice was sweet, you were defeated as Helena tried to contain that cheshire grin of hers while staring at you– he was your boss , and the Homelander so could you really go against him so publicly?

“You had a terrorist attack in this building… but I guess…” She ignored him again then looked straight at you– I learned something new today.” 

A-Train and Noir exchanged concerned looks taking a few step backs, Homelander seemed intrigued to watch your reaction, you gave way, unable to speak, just frustrated as your ex looked just as smug as his kid.

Little Elmo scoot behind her– in the round gymnasium a cement boulder hanged in chains, her eyes glowed the brightest you’ve ever seen, lifting her hand with one quick swipe the boulder broke in half, the dust showing the invisible blade bending light, it gain a blue color as it was touched before fading, she looked so proud of herself, you stared at Homelander and now you understood why nobody had informed you that your daughter was missing. It didn’t sit well with you.

“you’re still grounded for a whole week.”

“But Mom!!”

You had walked into a trap, one you did so willingly, jailed in a nice house, any hope of Homelander being driven away or losing interest in her was gone as he looked at her with pure adoration in his eyes.

You got used to it… this prison was lovely, it was nice to come back to a spacious cell. Homelander had indeed brought his decorator to your house but you didn’t want designer furniture and high end stuff, you kept it simple and cheap, most of your stuff second hand and from Ikea, only relenting to agree with the poor designer over the kitchen, his budget was absurd for the task, only taking advantage to purchase all the appliances of your dreams, you indeed needed a air fryer that matched your splashback.

Helena was happy to have a room that felt like a bedroom, large bookcases that could be filled with her own books, a small courtyard facing her doors, where she now could sit down and read with the breeze in her hair. She seemed happy, euphoric when she began her new school, making you forget what was happening in the background at times.

Homelander would come from time to time to speak to you about mundane stuff and work, his patience saintly as he allowed you to get used to his company once more, just so you could be okay with him entering her life, but then again he was your jailer.

He himself had begun forcing himself into her life when you weren’t around, it was all a matter of timing and perception.

Homelander watched the daycare center, from afar, a much needed service, it occupied a whole floor, the tower employed thousands of people in its 99th floor so there had to be help for those mothers and fathers who needed to work but had children with no babysitters, it was one of the many appealing things about being employed by Vought, and the center offered a variety of activities for all age groups.

Helena saw it as a jungle, all these children just a bunch of savages, keeping Elmo around not because she liked his company but because he was the only other Supe child in her age group, he was a sweet kid, afraid of bugs and that liked to talk about cartoons, frankly it was a challenge to figure out what to do with him. Homelander watched as she taught the kid to play chess, taking hours to explain the basics as the seven year old had very little clue what was happening, but in its own way it was nice to talk to another kid like himself.

Homelander even bothered to do a background check on the child– both of his dad’s both worked at Vought one in hero management and the other in marketing, both very busy bees it seems… he had done the same with all of Ryan’s new classmates, he knew their entire families before his kid even stepped foot and said hello to any of them, all done before he started school the same week as Helena– there was the big issue of her being on the 10th grade while her older brother just began the 6th grade, so he couldn’t enjoy seeing the both of them interacting, it was hard to witness for he wanted both kids to become closer so desperately.

Hence why he was standing on the foyer of the daycare center, a young lady that looked too cheerful for her own good, welcomed Homelander.

“Hi! How can I help you today, Homelander? Are you looking to enroll little Ryan?” She swayed side to side trying to see if the kid was behind him by any chance.

“Actually… am here to speak to one of the kids… hmm… Helena L/N.” He said with a firm tone– I believe her mother left a message.”

Homelander texted you an hour before cominf down, not even asking you that he was going to take her for training, you were stuck in the kitchen helping with some work function taking place tonite, a thousand canapes had to be made and you were stuck with the pistachio and lemon layer cakes.

You had no time to argue, taking your precious break time to make phone calls and try not to use your knife on the nearest asshole who pissed you off afterwards.

She hopped on the desk seeking for any notes, and he was indeed correct.

Now he had her all for himself, you prayed he wasn’t going to drop the news on her, but you couldn’t leave and abandoned your team, she was safe, you had to believe she was safe, she was smart, she was so smart and she could escape him, you just had to trust her.

“Can I bring Elmo?” Helena looked up at Homelander, a slight ache building on her neck as she looked up at the man– he might get lonely.”

“He’s not a dog.” He didn’t even try putting on a soft babied voice with her– and I wanted to talk to you.”

“But he’s always ‘The Dog’ when we play house.” She faked the most innocent voice she could muster, turning around to look at the glass doors  dividing the friends– … He will probably sneak out to the gym if he gets lonely, they got his favorite snacks today… he told me liked five times and I think they’re playing Bluey on the tv.”

“Oh! and you play mommy?” He grimaces so hard his eyebrows touch.

“No, the robber.”

He led the way and she was more than happy to explore the building as they headed downstairs.

“What do you think of them?”

“Elaborate.”

“Those without powers.” she wished she could see his expression– and be honest. None of this ‘Wednesday Addams’ crap.”

He looked around at the sea of smart casual fits and stress on the floors above, the world moving so fast paced, nothing but monkeys hurling shiny rocks while playing dress-up.

“They can be useful, if they are not… then they don’t matter to me.”

He smiled, his heart fluttering and his stomach filled with butterflies as he heard her speak– why did Ryan struggle so much to understand this? He thought.

“When you are born with such gifts–

“I might be a kid but I am very familiar with your Compound V, I already had this talk with my mother. Fascinating stuff… I am still trying to understand the whole dosage thing… How does your company decide which kid to give more versus others? Did they just look at who could provide the best backstory before deciding between 10 mils versus the whole vial.” 

She stared at the glass walls where the kids were housed, the tone of her voice still flat.

“Why you say that?”

“I’m a poor kid from the projects, with a single mom, formerly homeless and now with enough powers to make Athena envious. Not to mention how 92% of supes are white but the percentage below middle class to poor is almost the same as with the 6% blacks, while the percentage of upper class white supes is closer to the same percentage of 2% asians and latino supes… if anything a good chunk of latino and asian supes are upper class… something-something model minority yadah-yadah.” she pressed the elevator door– I’d make a good story. Shame that I can’t be a Supe.”

Homelander stared at her, placing his hand on the back of her head.

“You can be anything you want, Helena. You have been blessed beyond belief with powers… if you want to be Supe then you are ready for major leagues.”

She rolls her eyes.

“Only the 1% of superheroes ever make it to the major leagues, most supes never achieve anything beside D-list status and everybody is fighting for the crumbs left behind by your posse of clowns– is not a fiscally responsible decision. A career that can only exist on extreme gambling is not one that can make money. Not to mention am not cute or tall." She took the first step into the elevator– I never want my mother to worry about money. I want to buy her a mansion on top of a cliff staring at the ocean, have a dozen maids care for the house and she can just spend the rest of her life in luxury”

She turns to see him crossing her arms with a serious look on her tiny face.

“My goal is to take your job.”

“The Seven?” He grinned.

“Vought.”

“I can wait to see you try.” he grinned.

“It won’t be that hard… At least when I am in charge security will be tighter.”

Bottles of V dropped from above Homelander’s head, he caught most of them but a few were lost, those were hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of drops staining his pants and shoes, Helena caught one bottle, sliding it between nimble fingers back and forth.

“Don’t look so surprised, it seems this is a common occurence… Here's an unwanted tip: use biometrics and only allow lab techs to enter the 67th floor, not just rely on good will, clown.” sections of her body and clothes flicked back and forth between visible and invisible, taunting him about how easy it had been to steal them using her superpowers.

As his eyes took an extra tinge of red, he saw a brief flash of pale blue encasing her, he followed her to the entrance of the Gym, where she expected to be left alone with Homelander not to find another kid.

“The prodigal son.” she mumbles.

Ryan sat on top of some raised stepping stones in the recently established obstacle course, Helena imagined she needed to know parkour in lieu of flying abilities, which seemed redundant for the kid who could fly.

“Thought you two could practice together.” He shouted while placing the V on the nearest bench.

“Guess there are ways to successfully murder a child and get away with it.” She raised an eyebrow– and here I thought you wouldn’t be irked by the words of a little girl… like I said you’re a maladjusted person.”

“I don’t hurt children. I have no idea…” he said calmly while a little bit angry, as he returned to her side.

“I dunno– it would look really bad if the press found out that you’re a deadbeat.”

His expression dropped as the little girl's eyes glowed.

“Smartest little girl in the world… or...?” She said dryly, as she headed towards Ryan to save him the walk– my bubble refracts light, easy to spot if you notice images are wavering without the heat.”

The little boy ran cheerfully after his father, who for the first time ignored him, his eyes transfixed on the little girl, who had been playing stupid all along.

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here's the house:

[ylge]

Raise Your Weapon - chapter 9

Prince really need to stop staring...

Fic by @aikotters

Illustration by me

[meliohy]

I miss internet forums

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ToG Sapphic Week - Day 1

Yurin x Hana

[mandy4ever69420]

I saw one of your last asks about mickey and ian and i genuinely didn’t realise till now that there are fans that directly blame ian for mickey’s juvie/prison stints?? do they just not think mickey has any agency of his own or something? ian never told him to taunt kash or roofie sammi he did all that of his own accord because he was deeply in love and on an emotional hair trigger. I feel like this sounds like I think mickey deserved to be incarcerated because he clearly did not (I have similar opinions to you regarding prison abolition) but I think that fans implying ian deliberately and consciously drove mickey into these situations is insane and it feels like it’s just another reason they use to criticise him because they clearly just don’t like him that much

i don't think it's conscious on these peoples parts! (also, my info comes from reading meta i didn't like, you'd have to compare to fanfic works) i just think this is something people unintentionally imply by reacting very emotionally (understandable) to how fucked up and horrifying mickeys situation is and forgetting to take into account ian's own biases - in that ian is extremely prone to guilt as a first response to anything - when trying to evaluate how something should've gone down in plot. so i don't strictly think people are saying "i blame ian for mickeys incarceration" but moreso "i do not question ian's own explicitly clear feelings of guilt"

i've seen more people referring to ian as not being like... soft and gentle and understanding enough after the fact? which i mean that's just a personality trait i think people are easily fooled by season one ian acting so sweetie (because of his cute face and gross "soft" - more accurately, cowardly - older boyfriend) and forget that genuinely just. dropping his sympathy at mickeys feet is 1.not his style 2.something mickey would likely react extremely negatively to.

so reinforcing the idea that ian has SOMETHING to be guilty or atone for when the only person who's opinion matters doesn't gaf is just a reflection of the same harmful pattern that pushes ian to run away in the first place

ian being super gentle and supportive as a trait may be something people sort of want to convince themselves that they could or should see in him just because it's easier to understand. (similar to people who want to believe mickey is more social/actually had a close relationship with kevin or his brothers or guy #3 from episode whatever. literally always men though :/)

like, being imprisoned was going to be fucking awful no matter whether ian was visiting weekly or not. it didn't help that he was in a bad enough place to run away but the degree to which that hurt isn't the main problem. a lot of this is just people not thinking through what they're saying or how they're looking at something.

Also,

i didn't for a second think you sounded like you thought mickey deserved to be incarcerated :) it's actually a very important facet of how i apply my views on abolition to the show that mickey 100% did do the things he gets arrested for. ppl talk a lot about people incorrectly arrested or arrested for things that aren't actually a problem but to me it's super important to keep in mind that incarceration of the "guilty" still improves absolutely nothing

i've always found it odd to see anyone into shameless, who likes mickey, who doesn't pretty explicitly take on anti carceral thought. because mickey did break the law, we all saw it, and it was bad that he went to prison, we all agree on that. i hope and assume o_o

i think it's the same as the way that people will see fiona lip ian etc as very smart but limited by circumstance and forget to conclude that this is the case for most if not all people with no money / terrible family / disability. we can SEE that mickey had if not "good" then at least sad and understandable reasons for doing what he did and that prison didn't help (made things worse. naturally). but if you're not careful you treat it as an exceptional case instead of imagining this may apply to practically everyone in the prison system.

[ghostly-wisteria-tea]

So, what oddly bugs me is that McKay wrote that being a Narcissist is enough to repel vampires? Like Zodiac was able to make Reese hurt with a pendant with his name?

If that's the case then a self-centered diva or even Trump can defeat vampires purely out of the power of his own ego. Heck, Stark can do it thanks to that huge sign with his name on his tower.

Abstract Concepts is one thing but that rule is just inconsistent. Zodiac isn't even a deity/god or some mystic. He is just a huge Narcissist with an ego so huge he could just defeat vampires with it without even trying.

You know what? With that inconsistent rule, I'm making my AU Khonshu have the power to destroy concepts itself.

Specifically the "name" with contains the soul of the concept. The "Ren", which is also part of the soul.

Like, "vampirism", "illness", "morality", "life" or even "mutanthood" and "Godhood".

He does this through seeing/feeling the strings of fate that connects the concept to existence. By cutting that string, Khonshu kills the "name"/Ren on that spot.

That string though is only limited to what it is connected to. Like to a specific person, object or place.

Imagine teleporting to a different spot, because Khonshu "killed" the concept of "space" located in front of him. Allowing him to carve a shortcut and just "jump".

Yes it's OP as fuck. But then Khonshu is a God from a culture that have more than 3 creation myths. One molded the earth through pottery, another through his tears, and another by simply speaking/thinking everything to existence.

One even includes Khonshu himself fertilizing a cosmic egg which the universe was born in. How was that egg created from? I don't know, maybe some Cosmic Chicken layed it and Khonshu was fertilizing it by sitting on it like how birds do. Or maybe he is the Universal Cosmic Chicken the whole time.

[mikey180]

I’m pretty sure I’m the single bastion of Hoh simping in this world, I am BEGGING you for anything of my boy

I understand if you don’t care about him, feel free to send me in my way lmao but if you have any ideas for him like relationship headcanons, kisses, date ideas, cuddles, I will do your bidding if you give me a crumb of content

Oh, you mean our beautiful baby girl? That's fine, darling, I like him too, there's just not enough content for me to get that attached to him at the moment*dramatic sigh*...I don't mind shouldering the weight of carrying his fan service. Choose headcanons for this, do tell me if you have ideas for a one shot.

Hoh-

This man is so shy at first, fidgeting with his nails, biting the dry skin on the sides of his fingers, rubbing his hands on his clothes, anything when he wants your attention or affection but is too scared to ask for it.

Will love hugs, anytime, anywhere. May say a complaint or two, but if you actually pull away he's ready to cry. Keep your arms loose unless he tightens his grip first, I feel he gets claustrophobic easily.

On the topic of kisses, he doesn't know anything. Probably hurts your lips kissing too hard and not in the good way, I mean trying to press a quick kiss to your lips only to be going way too fast and literally slamming his lips into yours. You're not kissing anymore, you're just bumping teeth.

He feels bad about it, especially if he made you bleed, will try again if you ask, might ask you to do it first so he knows how it's done.

I also feel he wouldn't find anything about you to be gross. Ticks you're too squeamish to take off yourself(same)? He's got you. Acne? His nails will pop or extract anything. Lice? He'd pick it out with his hands if the comb hurts. He may not like it, but he'll at least be neutral about it.

Will be protective...in a baby girl way. Just like "Yes, dear, please do yell at that guy that I'm taken because he put his arm around me and yes, I will make you your hot chocolate once we get back to our room."

Likes to be carried, is embarrassed about it, will admit it. He's not tsundere in my opinion, just very shy.

If you pamper him in any way, brush his hair, do his nails, take off his shoes for him, he loves you even more.

He probably has panic attacks often, I see him to have severe anxiety. He doesn't want to talk or have you ask him questions or hear anything, he wants all the stimulation to be taken away. Will probably sit in a corner with a wall to one side and his back and a nightstand to the other just to feel secure. Covers his ears and closes his eyes as he curls up there.(not me self-projecting, not panic attacks, but dang... overstimulation sucks.)

While speaking about hair, he loves his hair. It's naturally that good, but he takes care of it too. Will take care of yours if you let him or if you already do, me may just steal your hair care products or methods. Do wash his hair, he relaxes so well when you do, is practically putty in your hands even if you're just playing with it, will also fall asleep in your hands.

Man probably snores, not loud annoying ones, but the soft ones that are barely heard, ones that make you become accustomed to hearing.

Loves to hear you say his name, yeah baby names are nice, pet names and all, but...Hoh...just in nice quiet moments or maybe if hes emotional.

He likes to just be. With you. But just exist. Let him wordlessly stand up close to you and put his head on your shoulder. He doesn't want a hug or a kiss he just wants to be there, maybe have you tell him about your day.

Small story time as per usual-

You lay there, slightly sat up against the pillows, Hoh laying on top of you as you brush your fingers through his freshly washed hair. "Be careful," he reminds you "wet hair is most fragile". You nod a little, giving a small hum in acknowledgement. He's told you that a hundred times over, but you probably snagged a knot or something without noticing it. His hair smells faintly of rosemary, probably the oil he uses, and you can feel it slightly sticking to your fingertips. He'll probably apologize later when you inevitably wash your hands because of it, but for now you can see his eyelids falling. He's had a long day so you can deal with the oil on your skin till he wakes up. A small kiss to his head and a mutter of sweet dreams and goodnight wishes, you turn the lamp on your bedside table out.

[jue-viole]

Happy Father’s Day for those celebrating it! - From The Irregular’s Children (Tower of God Fanfiction)

[incorrecttowerofgodquotes]

And when Rachel did some horrible shit, another blonde woman comes in to redeem the hair color

[resident-normal-person]

Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your WIPS, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received

I was tagged by @therosefrontier! I'm gonna make the duration of the poll longer bc I am No Longer Active now that I'm in college and have to devote my brain cells to studying instead of making memes during zoom high school

I have like ten gazillion AUs across multiple fandoms, including Haikyuu!!, Tower of God, Bungou Stray Dogs, and Magia Record

these are just a fraction of my WIPs lmaooo

I put the ones I have been thinking about and have the most stuff planned for here

My AO3 is here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/resident_ordinary_person/pseuds/resident_ordinary_person

I'm tagging @lokislytherin, as well as anyone who wants to take part yeehaw