#tyyy this was so fun

[frankenjoly]

How about skk and "If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?" from the prompt list?

“So…” Dazai was saying, with a smirk on his face, so smug Chûya didn’t have a single doubt about how the whole thing was only going to be funny for one of them… as it usually happened. “You acknowledge your loss, Chûya.”

“Yeah.”

“And are aware of how now you’re going to do everything I say. For the whole evening.” The whole evening they were spending at an event that brought together both their organizations no less.

“Yeah.”

“And also–” Chûya cut him out with a deep sigh.

“C’mon, I know you have something in mind already. Just tell me what it is and let’s get to it.”

“Eager to play, aren’t we?” Dazai clapped, with more than evident enthusiasm. “So, if I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?” Surprise must have instantly shown on Chûya’s face, because the bastard then snorted.

From all the things Dazai could have asked for, that might as well be the most surprising one, mostly because if was… not necessarily ‘tame’ but. Simple? The two of them kissing would likely surprise no one, nor was something that would make Chûya look like a fool at that point (well, in Kôyô’s eyes, yes). Though, coming to think about it, it shouldn’t have been so shocking: Dazai and doing things in the most convoluted way for shits and giggles wasn’t exactly uncommon.

Knowing way better than to comment on how he could do better and ask for actually humiliating stuff (giving him ideas was never good), Chûya grabbed Dazai by the lapels of his jacket, making him lean down before he suggested any other approach and initiating the aforementioned kiss.

(Also on ao3.)

[nicecrumbart]

Did @cocoabats DTIYS from someone with no consistent style!

Had a lot of fun with it bc I haven't done something so loose in a while 😭 need to start getting more abstract again

[capricioussun]

Style swap pt 3! Ft @kiok0r0 ‘s Pyre and @scrambledmeggys ‘s Boss (bhc)

[iooiu]

ahhh it’s finally over! had a blast following along the @rottmntpeepawpolls and also still in a little bit of shock that this sour old man won. thanks for voting for uncle jello!

the lovely little ball of sunshine belongs to @pastadorable who fought valiantly in the finals with the power of nothing but his cute face :>

[littencloud9]

MORE gay people for you

lemon futon + "focus on me."

kunibram + "..perhaps this is unneccessary"

kunichuu + "don't surprise me like that!"

fyoran + "should i have expected anything else?"

so many gays,, also im scared of writing fyodor AND ranpo but i hope i did them alright o7

lemon futon + focus on me

"It's easy," Katai says, gesturing to the half-folded paper star in front of him. "Just focus on me." Without missing a beat, Kajii replies, "That won't be too hard." Katai glares through the frames of his glasses, but he can't force down the embarrassed chuckle that leaves him. He continues folding the paper star, puffing it up and putting it in Kajii's hands when he's done. Kajii lifts it up to the light, squinting at it, like he cannot believe such a contraption is possible. "Astounding," Kajii says. "You're amazing!" Katai flushes. "It's just a hobby... Kunikida and I used to fold lots." "Really?" "Uh-huh. Jars of them, sometimes." "Can I try?" Katai blinks. Kajii's sudden enthusiasm is taking him by surprise. "Y-yeah, sure." Katai reaches for the stack of paper strips at the side, tearing one out and passing it over. When their fingers brush, his heart stutters while Kajii actually beams. He has no clue how he got here, but this crush is getting severely out of hand.

kunibram + ...perhaps this is unnecessary

Bram can feel his control slipping. How preposterous. He is Bram Stoker, the Lord of the Undead, a terrifying calamity, the very definition of evil. He should not be losing it over— His fingers twitch as Kunikida removes another button, exposing more of his pale skin, specifically his neck. Bram can hear the blood rushing through his veins, the sweet, inviting scent flooding his nose. Before he knows it, he's reaching out, a hand pushing at Kunikida's forehead and forcing it up. Kunikida goes like a doll on a string, so unlike his usual stubborn front. As Bram leans in, nose nudging along Kunikida's neck and feeling him shiver, he stops. He's going dizzy from desire, but he still has a sense of guilt and dignity, and he doesn't want to turn into a mindless, hungry beast in front of the only human who trusts him so deeply. "...Perhaps this is unnecessary," he chokes out. His fangs press onto Kunikida's skin, right where his pulse thumps the hardest. "It is not a must for me to feed. If I were to—" "I'll stop you if I have to," Kunikida whispers. His voice is hoarse. "Do it already." So demanding despite the compromising position he's in. Bram brings another hand up, grasping onto Kunikida's collar and tugging on it, the fabric crinkling between his fingers. "If you insist, my queen." Before Kunikida can bristle at the nickname, Bram bites, and a heady sensation begins to flood his brain.

kunichuu + don't surprise me like that!

Kunikida freezes in his tracks when Chuuya appears from the ceiling, hanging upside down the door frame with a grin. His hair stays perfectly done due to his ability and he waves, eyes filled with mischief. "Chuuya," Kunikida admonishes, "don't surprise me like that!" "But you're cute when you're startled," Chuuya shoots back. His grin widens when Kunikida gives them a cross glare. "Welcome home, by the way." "Terrible welcome," Kunikida claims, side-stepping him and ducking into the house. He hears Chuuya come down, feet landing on the floor with a soft thump before hurrying after him. "Aw, c'mon. Do you want a different one? I can make it up to you." "And you're a terrible flirt," Kunikida huffs, refusing to give in despite the smile on his face. Chuuya grabs his arm, spinning him around. He hooks his hands around his neck, pulling him down with a smirk. "Are you sure? I don't hear you complaining when I do this." And then Chuuya goes on his tiptoes and brings their lips together, and Kunikida drops his bag down to pull him closer. "You're not forgiven," he mutters between kisses, even though he's actively melting. "Right," Chuuya agrees, grinning against his lips.

fyoran + should i have expected anything else?

"Fyodor-kun!" Ranpo shouts with glee, dashing up to him. "There you are. I found you!" Fyodor raises an eyebrow. He wasn't aware they were playing a game of hide-and-seek, although he did keep his location a secret when he sent that letter to Ranpo, asking him to meet. "You deciphered my letter?" he asks, turning his chair to face Ranpo, who nods with his hands on his hips. "Of course. Should I have expected anything else?" "Obviously not." Ranpo's bright smile melts off into something darker as his eyes open. His stare has always fascinated Fyodor. No other regular human being could have such a piercing look, as if they know all the secrets to the universe. Ranpo is the only exception. "Well?" Ranpo asks. "What was it you wanted me for?" An unnecessary question. They both know it. Fyodor doesn't reach out, never one to intiate first, even if this was his idea. He lets Ranpo come to him, lets him make the first indication of want. Like a moth to a flame. "I think you know, Ranpo-kun." Ranpo grins. "Of course."

[zeebreezin]

11 and 12 for shaw 👀

11. In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?

Ough there’s a couple of interesting answers to this… because a lot of my other stuff recently has been very serious I’m going to go with a slightly silly answer to this one.

The first time Shaw ever zailed a ship, and I do mean ever, was during the first bomb delivery event. That’s right, this man who had never, ever touched the wheel of a ship in his life got his start delivering live explosives for the Royal Navy. Canonically he got a ship during one of his worst mental health periods to date, and genuinely accepted the job with no real thought for his personal well being.

He made it to the stormbones before realizing what a terrible mistake he made. Realizing that not only was he gambling his own life, he was gambling the lives of his entire crew, he zailed that ship like a madman from that point on. It was, well, harrowing.

He did manage to successfully complete the drop, but succumbed to his own mind blowing guilt for what he’d just done along with growing zee madness & paranoia that he got nabbed by the Royal Beth before he could make it to London. And the Zee has never been kind to this man since!

12. In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

He’d say it was the day he was finally let back into the University, and being able to set up his office again. The quiet ritual of unpacking things along with the satisfaction of knowing that he’s done the work to get there really stuck with Shaw.

(In truth, it’s the thoughtless peace that comes with getting lost in the Mirror Marsh’s flora. Laying down amidst the fields of orange lilies and feeling every piece of his mind fall away. Shaw tries not to think about it, and his efforts to avoid falling through mirrors have been paying off more frequently. But it’s hard to resist that blissful calm, even knowing you’re nothing more then prey there…)

[oh-gh0st]

26 and 40 :3c

HAIII!!!! TYTY MIKAA i had lots of fun writing these today ^-^ i love my idiots they're so. Yes

enjoy!! 💚

26: goodnight

Sunset hues painted the sky as Choromatsu accompanied Ghost on their way home from the library they worked at, swinging their held hands lightly between them. They talked about all sorts of things, how their days were, if anything interesting happened, any new additions to the library- anything, really.

Choromatsu looked at Ghost as they talked. Even if they weren’t looking at him, he still found it so interesting to watch them talk and see their face light up or contort weirdly on specific topics. They were so cute… he was surely lucky to be so close to them. On a relationship and personal level, too. Oh, what a world to be in-!

"Hey!"

He was yanked back by Ghost’s hand, almost tripping and falling forward onto the asphalt had he not grounded his feet at the last second. He whipped his head back, about to yell about why they did that, and why the hell they were giving him an amused look. 

They pointed to the street sign above them, “We’re here. You know, at the corner?” 

His eyes widened, tilting his head up to see the street signs above them. oh yeah, the corner. Where they said goodbye for the day. He sighed, hanging his head low. He hated this part! 

Choro felt a hand lace itself in his, bringing it forward and between him and Ghost. He looked up from the ground, meeting olive-colored eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses. He felt his mouth point up into an upside-down “v” shape, disappointment washing over his face. 

He sighed and squeezed Hhost’s hands, “I hate this part…”

Ghost released his hands, going to wrap theirs around the lower half of his waist, hugging him. “I know.” 

They stayed like that for a few minutes, neither of them wanting to move from the bittersweet comfort of the moment. But they knew they had to. I mean, they would see each other later in the week, but…

Still.

They parted from each other slowly, slowed movements just to savour the moment before they finished. They smiled at each other, longingly but also comfortingly.

Leaning forward, Choro cupped their cheeks and pressed a kiss to the corner of Ghost’s lips, not quite aiming where he wanted to, but it was close enough. Had he actually kissed them he would’ve freaked out, though. Maybe Ghost would too, from being flustered too easily and all. 

He lingered for a few seconds longer, before releasing Ghost’s face. “G-Goodnight. I-I’ll see you later…”

They nodded, “See you later, goodnight.”

Turning on their heels, they went their way to their respective homes. Both wished they could say one more thing, but neither of them could bring themselves to act upon it. Perhaps another time...

40: while one is asleep

Daylight barely breaks through the dark crimson curtains in the bedroom, peeking just enough to cast on sleeping eyes, the brightness waking them up from sleep. 

Sighing out in irritation Ghost turned away from the window, drawing the comforter over their head. A hand soon peeped out, prying around for their phone to check the time. Once they found it, and promptly winced at the brightness of the screen, their tired eyes adjusted to the screen and managed to make out the time.

6:18 a.m. Their alarm was set for 6:20.

“Two minutes… Are you fucking kidding me?” they grumbled, rubbing their eyes to wake themselves up. Might as well get up now. 

After finding a clean pair of clothes for the day, they exited their bedroom and stepped out into the living room. They almost made it to the kitchen, giving half-hearted a glance at the person sleeping on their cou- wait. 

They whipped their head to the couch, heart beginning to pound in their chest before they realized, sighing out loud and relaxing their nerves. They forgot they let Choromatsu sleep over last night... Since he got kicked out for the third time this month. 

Shaky hands rubbed their temples, now having a somewhat mild inconvenience on their hands. They’d now not only have to get up and get ready for work but also get Choromatsu up to get him home as well. 

Amidst their thinking, they heard a soft groan come from the couch, opening their eyes to watch him stir in his sleep. 

The way the sun from their balcony window hit his face at a pleasant angle... his gentle expression when he slept... it almost felt ethereal. Too ethereal. He looked so cute-

They slapped their cheeks abruptly, yanking their phone out to check the time. At most, they had about 3 minutes to be out the door... They quickly got their things together; bag, jacket, keys, glasses case, lunch, water…

Right before they grabbed the doorknob, Ghost spared Choromatsu one last look, contemplating a decision. 'Should I... Would I?'

Oh, why not.

They dropped their bag on the ground, walking and gently leaning over Choro on the couch. They regretted doing this, but only mildly.

Ghost leaned down, cupping and pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. As they expected, he stirred immediately, waking and sitting up in a matter of seconds, surprised nonsense spewing from his mouth. Ghost leaned back up, running to grab their bag and open the door. 

Choromatsu rubbed his eyes, “H-huh… Wha-?” a pointed finger appeared in his vision first, followed by a blushing, irritated Ghost halfway out the door.

“I want you out of my apartment no later than half an hour after I’m gone.”

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

oooooh 7 for mura for the h/c prompts maybe? <3

Ohh Tyy!

7. "Please, don't blame yourself. I's not your fault."

Featuring the old man mentioned in this bit of writing for last years owlcatober- but that's a spoiler<3

-

The heavy wooden doors to the study seemed daunting once again, standing tall as if recognizing the danger she was to their master within, guard raised once again after she spent so long lowering it.

Too late.

Too late indeed, the clock having struck the hour as she entered the mansion, well behind her usual punctuality. Shaking her head as if to clear her thoughts, her small hands pushed open the doors.

It was easy, despite their weight, well crafted and maintained hinges making it a simple task. Many things that seemed daunting are shockingly easy to do once you are determined, Mura has been learning recently. Truly children learn so many things, so quickly.

Beyond the doors she's greeted with a soft smile from a not so soft face, sitting behind the same battered desk that he sat at decades ago as an overworked scribe. The contrast between the knotted and stained wood, only smooth after so many years of wear, and the gilt that decorated the walls was as disparate as ever.

A large hand gestured to the cushioned chair pulled up beside him, but this time Mura didn't let loose and run for it as she usually would, instead carefully pacing her steps towards her destination.

Still, she reached her destination all the same, carefully moving onto her seat. A stack of reports and her notebook were waiting for her, and she dug in, more than happy to get on with her work in silence.

But that silence couldn't last, and though they heard the ringing of the time throughout their work, when the clock struck six the bell sounded different enough to make her forget herself and look at the face of her current mentor.

She was greeted with a regretful smile, the ruthless businessman that went from poor scribe to center of the noble social scene seemingly giving into sentiment in his old age.

His hand reached out to her, but hesitated before touching her and then withdrawing, so many emotions on his face she struggled to decipher them.

They didn't clear away, but his face settled into a fond smile, and he started talking, nostalgia coloring his every word as he stared into the past,

"I've lived a good long life, little lady, reached heights my father would have boxed my ears of dreaming of, and I'm not blind"-

Mura froze, but he continued as if unaware of the fear on her face,

-"I'm getting older, I can already feel my mind blurring at the edges, slips ups I would have never made a few years ago,"

-"What are you trying to say?" Mura gained the nerve to speak up.

"Please, don't blame yourself. It's not your fault."

Something cracked inside Mura, something broke and suddenly she was clammy, her pulse racing, body shivering in an emotion she hated- an emotion that this kind man beside her never once before invoked in her-

-Fear.

Murmured words asking for forgiveness was her only warning before warm arms embraced her, surrounding her in darkness.

A hand was on her back, not as a threat or as a signal of possession, but rubbing her back the way other fathers rubbed their crying sons.

Salt filled her nose, the fabric in front of her face getting even darker, her cheeks warming.

"It's alright little lady, its alright to cry, let it all out,"

Tears. She was crying. Her- The as yet unworthy blood and flesh of her master.

Well she was unworthy wasn't she? Crying like a baby child in someone's arms was something no true child of her master would do.

She was still in training right? It was okay for her to slip up this once, in private? To fail to be the perfect weapon. Right?

The seemingly endless piles of puppets discarded with their strings cut by her master for not pleasing him said wrong, but she was special. Her mother said so. Better than them, a rare and precious object, not so easily discarded.

So it was fine.

Fine to lean into the warmth and sob her little lungs out, to scream and cry at the injustice of the world and worst of all, get snot on his sleeves.

The warm voice held her together, held the broken shards together as his warm arms melted her back together, something still broken, but something functional again.

Her eyes were heavy, her voice tired, and it was so easy to give into sleep.

She didn't see him again, waking up to the seeming cold of the carriage home, only the slightest lingering sensation of warmth to keep her company.

[greymouse42]

oh good you saw the character ask meme. let’s start off easy

Mal: 3, 7, 19, 29, 43 5050505050

and bonus Hemlock questions : 5, 35

"let's start off easy" [fear.jpg] (affectionate)

Delta Green (the "everything's horrible and eldritch" TTRPG) OC brainrot beneath the cut (with some bonus BG3 OC questions 💙)

Malachi Maladaptive Coping Mechanisms Steadman

3. Obscure headcanon

Boy Scout. Never got close to eagle scout, but it's related to why he wound up hiking a big chunk of the Appalachian Trail.

7. Age/height/weight headcanon

40yo in 2015

5ft 11in

I genuinely have no idea what's a reasonable weight for his stupid Captain America build. 170?? Idk?

19. Vices/bad habits

Vice: work...

Bad habit: accidentally staring

29. Eating habits

Does not eat at all when stressed; is often stressed. In the same vein: guilty of not considering food at all until he's actively hungry and then even though he's canonically good at cooking he'll just eat a sandwich in the cold light of the fridge at 9pm and call it good.

Does need to eat breakfast and have a coffee in the mornings or he'll be an asshole.

43. 3 favorite foods and 3 they despise

Favs:

He's a simple dude if you give him a good-enough steak he might cry

Pasta with vodka sauce

Pretzels

Despises:

Pickles, especially sweet pickles

Horseradish

Cornbread

50. A memory they’ve blocked out

[redacted :)]

Jokes aside there is... so much. And most of it is stuff I don't know that the Handler can just spring on me at any moment, which is fun/terrifying.

For this question though: I don't think he remembers dropping out of college.

Hemlock

5. Best personality trait

They're very brave. Like, when it matters, they are 'will stand up to a god without flinching' levels of brave.

35. Their idea of a perfect day

Squinting into the sun, walking through a big city; nobody here except their boyfriend knows their name.

[claudtrait]

beep beep! 🏁 simblr pit stop! remember to relax your shoulders, drink some water and take a moment to breath

🎯 mini-game: try typing your username with your eyes closed!

HIIIII slowly runs to my fridge to get water

and for my username UHMMM okay lemme see

claudtrait

[frankenjoly]

fanfic writer interview!

tagged by @anticidic & @aurorahrt tyy <3

How many works do you have on AO3?

so far it's 123, and the number is going up always lkdjf. to be fair, i've been on ao3 for araoun 7 years, and a lot of stuff is drabbles.

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

Connecting the dots. arcane/lol, genfic + baby timebomb.

people yearn(ed) for fluff after arcane, and so do (and did) i. family shenanigans ft. baby powder's puppy crush.

Between the pages: part 2. bsd, misc of ships.

2nd batch of bsd drabbles (and damn, the collection has grown A LOT).

Misread. genshin, jealuc.

jealuc from barbara's pov, relationship reveal kinda since she gets full confirmation there.

Remnants. arcane/lol, jinx-centric timebomb.

post-s1 bit of a character study vs pinning and regrets. it's not unrequited, we know now more than ever that it's not, but it kiiinda looks like it from her pov.

Por el amor de este presidente... bsd, fukumori & (vs) fukufufku.

the bsd Crack Fic so far, mori and fukuchi team up to crash any dates fukuzawa has with other people (since both want him back) but are also rivaling each other (since both want him back), pm members & hd try to avoid overwork.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

always! i need to give my thanks lskjdfl.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

remnants maybe? and it's not full-on angst. neither are, tho, i'm a pussy.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

here i cannot choose, most are pretty happy lksjf.

Do you write crossovers?

oh, yeah. i even have a whole-ass series dedicated to that (aka the dnd-ish au, and i'm very proud of it.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

not straight up hate, but i've had someone coming to my fic tagged with 2 ships involving the same character (gojohime and shokohime) to say one is canon and the other are "just friends gal pals etc" lkjsf. my sibling in christ, none are canon.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i've dabbled in smut in rp (not super explicit tho), but i don't think i could go past suggestive/pre-smut making out on fic lkjf. it's like, more ppl are gonna see it there.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

save from that one page who reposted everyone and their mom's fics some time ago, not really.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no, but if it happens, @rashomune is my #1.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

this is a terrible question for someone as indecissive as i am lksj. i do tend to have a fav ship tm from all of my favs in each fandom (for example, if i had to choose just one bsd ship it'd be sskk), but choosing just one at all from every fandom? i can't.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

rather than a started wip, it's a concept that could be sooo good but scares me (but also haunts me). aka: the sskk call of the sea au.

What are your writing strengths?

i'm confident in what i do in general, i can improvise easily (i think rp influences this), and i've been told i'm good at characterization + showing which character it is by their speech.

What are your writing weaknesses?

english nerfs me. like, i don't think i do bad per se, but i'm even better in spanish.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i'm used to mixing english and spanish for dialogues in rp, but i don't really do that in fic. i do add some words here and there, and use the honorifics for japanese characters and so on.

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

mhmm... a ton lksjfl. a very specific example is yelan/emilie (genshin), aka very rare rarepair i got into just bcs they have the same jp voices as shokohime.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

again, i can't choose lksjdf.

tagging: @ashenaura @littencloud9(no pressure ofc)

[morgenlich]

For the hetalia ask:

6. why is your favourite character your favourite?

11. what's your favourite part of the hetalia canon? (eg. your favourite season of the anime, your favourite manga strips, a musical, etc)

hetalia asks!

6. I love tolys bc i love gentle guys who can never catch a break but stay gentle despite that <3

11. the outsourcing series always even with my gripes about its taking place in the 20s sfsdsd tho also Any Halloween Event ever and the April Fools event where we got to see Gil’s blog are pretty good

[astrumocs]

hey julius do you have a type?

"I don't know, I haven't really thought to consider it. I'm not exactly looking, though, so I'm not sure it really matters if I do or not."

"I feel as though my past partners or 'crushes', for lack of a better term, have all been fairly different people regardless."

^ He has some types but doesn't care enough to notice them.

[oflgtfol]

∞ :D

"and you think love is to pray / but i'm sorry i don't pray that way"

from tainted love / where did our love go by soft cell

( put a "∞" in my ask box and I'll shuffle my music player and give you my favorite lyric from the song that comes up )

[lnstallationwizard]

Barok and Ryu for the opinion bingo?

my beloveds my loves my sillies..... didnt check the i could make you more interesting ones although i could bc it feels like its implying the writers didnt already make the character very interesting, which doesnt apply to them at all imo.

also didnt pick the lgbt coded one bc i can definitely choose specific letters--i very strongly headcanon them both to be gay and ryuu to be trans :]

(& when it comes to the neurodivergent one im actually kinda torn on whether it was on purpose lol)

[jwowwsboobs]

tagged by @smallbirdbigcoat 2 choose a song 4 every letter of my url! tyyy sorry it took so long :’)

zuck - cleopatrick 

in my darkest hour - megadeth

great lakes - cleopatrick 

mary jane - megadeth 

everybody’s got nice stuff but me - dead milkmen

no sweat - cleopatrick 

the end - the doors

alabama - neil young

lack of comprehension - death

its alright - spacemen 3

touch me - the doors

ya - cleopatrick 

tagging @creekcorpse @cliffburton @lemonfloatz @junkyardromeo @garfieldsboyslut