#what do people even tag it as nowadays bc i know it's not everyone's cup of tea...

[adr1025]

rotating the catboy in my mind. what if I turned him into a catgirl

[doukeshi-kun]

honestly, imo, the BSD fandom needs more dark content. Like, the premise itself is basically a seinen, and all the characters (with the exception of about 2-3 characters) are all extremely mentally ill or really messed up in the head. The fandom always waters down the characters into either "uwu shy soft boy who can't do anything by themselves", or "sad boi who had sad past :(", and it's kind of a. what. moment. I mean, I understand the appeal, but maybe it's because I like reading fics (and writing for that matter) where the character is as close as it can be to the cannonical character, so usually its kinda a pet peeve of mine esp in the bsd community when everyone hates that kind of content. cause like. the characters themselves are dark. they're not light-hearted characters, they're fucked up for a reason.

so tldr; thank you for giving us the dark content that was very lacking

i think nowadays the fandom doesn't really reduce the characters to one characterization only (except for mori. poor that guy). or maybe it's just me blocking and muting accounts hdgshshs my bsdtwt is quite centred on japanese fanartists and jujutsu kaisen. i don't really find bsdtwt in my timeline unless i follow one or two.

i understand well about your opinion. i think dark content in this fandom are still going around and there are a lot of people who enjoy it. in tumblr and ao3, at least. let's not talk about bsdtwt or bsdtok lol

idk whether dark content in bsd fandom is lacking or not, but probably.. they are? i rarely see dark content fic nowadays here in bsdxreader tumblr. and i dont really go that tag so much anyway😶but here's the thing, some people here are quick to police someone who likes to write or read dark content, going as far to report the fic. you can't even thirst for mori w/o being called a pedo apologist. when yk, block button is there for a function. do these trolls never block people? yall never get followed and bombarded by pornbots? must be so nice bcs there's a lot of pretty ladies liking my posts😔👎

i've seen a few trolls policing writers on what they could write or not. to the point of harassing them in their inbox. like, if you (in general. not YOU as in you, anon. you get me yeh👏) prefer dubcon than noncon, then it's fine! it's your cup of tea. it's your tea, so put and control how many sugar and milk you want in your tea. but that doesn't mean you can police and control and tell people what they should write. if you want to control how much the writer can write, maybe, pay them???💀 the fact that majority of darkcon writers are tagging their fics as 'dark content' or 'dead dove' is already showing that they know the thing they write is very not right/good in real life.

tldr; don't be an idiot and use the block button instead of harassing people

[cherryblossomstars]

III. Midnight (W. Ushijima)

Taken from my AO3 series of one-shots & reposted here

Pairing: Ushijima x F!Reader

Word count: 2,051 

Genre: fluff/slight crack bc seijoh

Summary: Aoba Johsai's volleyball team has never been able to defeat the Great Ushiwaka of Shiratorizawa. Their manager, however? She can bring him to his knees in mere seconds.

Or, Ushijima Wakatoshi is helplessly in love with Seijoh's Ace's twin sister, and the Aoba Johsai VBC is not appreciative of it.

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"Go fish." Oikawa says with a straight face.

Matsukawa huffs and picks up a white card from the middle of the table, "just when I had Uno."

"Suck it up." Hanamaki smirks, "Eevee uses quick draw. Draw a card, Iwaizumi."

"No, because you activated my trap card." Hajime flips over a card that was on the table.

"That doesn't count!" Oikawa yells.

"Yes it does." Matsukawa defends.

"No, it doesn't." Hanamaki cuts in, trying to avoid losing.

"What does the card czar say?" Oikawa turns to look at you.

You hold cards from Pokemon, Yu-Gi-Oh, Uno, Cards Against Humanity and a regular deck of playing cards. You're not sure what you're playing right now, but the upcoming third years seem to have played this before, seeing as they don't have a lick of confusion written on their faces. Next to the large deck in the middle of the table sits a cup of dice. "Er... Makki and Hajime roll a, um, D6 for initiative. Highest number goes first, so, um, their card will be the affective one."

The group around you nods. Makki rolls a 3, then Hajime follows up with a 6. Makki groans in defeat.

You nearly sigh in relief, you weren't sure if what you said was even close to what you were supposed to do.

The summer break of your second year in highschool, all the second years had decided to go together on a volleyball summer camp in Tokyo. Naturally, they convinced you to tag along as well. The camp was split between age groups, middle school and highschool were grouped together and being taught by adults, while elementary was being taught by adults as well as teenagers. The camp had no need of volleyball managers, so you had submitted an application to be part of the staff supervising and teaching the elementary kids.

Because of your decision to be part of staff, you were required to go to the camp at least a week early to get the basics of both teaching and safety for the camp. There, you found out that because the amount of people coming to this summer's volleyball camp was much more than they normally had, middle school and highschool would be separated this year and they needed extra hands for the middle school division. You had volunteered, meaning you would be supervising both middle school and elementary.

Later, you found out they were getting an extra influx of campers because they had decided to make the camp co-ed. You grumbled about it when you found out the camp was co-ed. You must not have seen the option when you signed up online, likely because Oikawa had been pestering you to bump a ball around with him while you applied. Stupid Oikawa.

It was only the third day of camp (and your tenth day of being there), but you were already so very tired and excited to leave. The camp itself would last three full weeks. Afterwards, you would be forced to stay behind an extra few hours to help clean the school that had allowed the camp to use their campus. Luckily, you managed to rope your fellow second years into staying behind with you to help clean up as well. Matsukawa owed you one for spraining your wrist the month before (even though it was an accident, you still successfully guilt tripped him), Matsukawa had asked Hanamaki to stay behind as well, Hajime had given you a shrug and simply stated "wherever you go, I go", and Oikawa had given into peer pressure.

You rarely got breaks during the day and practically only saw your classmates at night after the elementary and middle school's curfew. Highschool did not have an assigned curfew, which is why you were sat on the floor in front of a coffee table in the common room of some other school's dormitory with your classmates playing an abomination of a card game while three of your underclassmen (which surprisingly included Kyotani) sat on the couches around you.

It was already surprising to see Oikawa up late since he was so strict with himself when it came to his schedule (with the exception of studying other teams' past games before tournaments), but what was really shocking to you was seeing your boyfriend and his best friend come down the stairs at 12am.

It seems your classmates already knew he was here, judging by the lack of shock from everyone around you. The saltiness that immediately began to radiate from your friends and fill the atmosphere, however, was practically tangible.

"Wakatoshi! What are you doing here?" You jumped from your position on the floor to walk alongside him and Tendou, heading for the kitchen.

"Tendou wanted a snack." He shrugs.

"A little birdie told me that the kitchens stock midnight snacks after the middle and lower school's curfew!" Tendou practically bounced into the kitchen, opening up all of the cabinets and digging through the pantry to find a snack suitable to his taste.

Your boyfriend and you stood next to the kitchen island, waiting for him. "No, Toshi, I meant here. At camp. I didn't know you were coming."

"I tried to call you to tell you, but you never answered so I left a text."

"You did?" You tilted your head.

"He did!" Tendou chirped, his head poking around in the fridge, "he was even complaining about how you weren't answering. He got all worried cause his precious little girlfriend wasn't answering her phone~"

"When?" You asked.

He is quiet in thought for a moment. "Last week."

"Oh! I'm sorry, I must have forgotten to tell you I was coming here. The club kinda convinced me to come with them last minute, right before the application deadline." You explained.

"It's pretty cool you're here with us, though." Tendou began to empty out the freezer, looking for something. "Oh! You know what, Iwa-chan?"

You hum, "what?"

"I don't think you've met little Kenjiro yet, right?" Tendou asks, tossing a bag of frozen vegetables onto the countertop.

"Kenjiro...?" You think for a moment.

Ushijima slips an arm around your waist. "His last name is Shirabu."

"Hmm... Nope. Never met him." You confirm.

"He's our brand new up and coming setter. He'll be a second year when the school year starts, but he's already pretty good, right Wakatoshi?"

The man next to you nods, "he's very competent. He's here at the camp, too."

Tendou grumbles, "there's no ice cream sandwiches." He turns to you, "Iwa-chan! How come the guys upstairs had ice cream sandwiches? I can't find them anywhere!"

You let out a light laugh, "that's what you were looking for, Satori?" You remove yourself from your boyfriend's side and begin to head towards a freezer with a lock on it.

Tendou nods eagerly, "yep. Why's that got a lock on it?"

You fish out your lanyard from your pajama's pocket and attempt to find the right key out of all the keys you were given. "Because there are certain snacks only meant for the staff. The camp wants you guys eating as healthy as possible while you're here, even when it comes to snacks. It's why there's pretty much only protein bars in the pantry and fruits in the fridge."

"You have a key?" Ushijima asks from behind you.

You finally find the right key and pop open the fridge, "chocolate?" You ask. When you hear Tendou confirm it, you toss an ice cream sandwich his way. "Want a popsicle, Toshi?" You close and lock the freezer when he shakes his head no. "Yeah, I've got a key. I'm part of the staff. I gave my Seijoh boys some ice cream and popsicles earlier too. Oh, but make sure no one knows I gave you guys these."

"Oh, you're part of staff, huh." Tendou nods in understanding.

"That must be why I haven't seen you around the campus." Ushijima adds.

"Yup. I'm part of the middle school and elementary staff, so I don't see highschool a lot except for after curfew. And since I'm so busy with them, I pretty much never check my phone. Sorry about that, honey." You take your spot next to Ushijima's side once again and get onto your tippy toes press a kiss to his cheek.

Tendou almost visibly cringes, "I'm gonna go upstairs before I get any more uncomfortable. See you in our room, Wakatoshi-kun!" And with that, he leaves the kitchen happily munching on his ice cream, leaving you and your boyfriend alone.

Almost immediately, Ushijima's arms snake around your waist and he rests his forehead against yours. "You worried me."

"I'm sorry." You press another kiss onto his cheek and wrap your arms loosely around his neck.

He hums, "what are you doing after camp ends? My family wants to see you again."

"Sorry, my love. After camp I'm going to Sapporo with Oikawa."

He freezes, "just Oikawa?"

"Sorry, I shouldn't have phrased it like that." You bite back the urge to laugh at his reaction, "I'm going to Sapporo with my family and Oikawa's family. We go every Summer, it's tradition. My uncle and my aunt live up in Sapporo, so we usually stay until the last week of vacation. Nowadays, though, the adults and Takeru usually leave early for work, so me, Hajime, and Oikawa get left alone, anyway."

"I see. That sounds fun."

"Yeah. It is. I look forward to it every year. I'm sorry I won't get to visit your family, though."

"They will understand. It's nothing to worry about."

"Can I postpone the visit until the last week of summer? We can all go to the festival together." You hop onto sit on the island's countertop and pull Ushijima to stand between your legs.

He tucks his head into the crook of your neck, his hair lightly scratching you. "Yes, that sounds like fun. My cousins missed you."

"Pfft. Which ones? You have so, so, so many." And he did. His extended family may as well have extended to the entire country of Japan. When you had gone to visit his family during the holidays, there were so many people at his house it was hard to move around. And even then, he had told you that that was only a few of his relatives.

"Hayato missed you very much." He huffed.

Despite trying not to laugh out loud, your body betrayed you when you began to shake from your attempts at stopping yourself. Hayato, who was four when you last saw him, had claimed that he would steal you away from Ushijima and be the one to marry you. Immediately following that, another one of Ushijima's younger cousins had said she had already claimed you to be her playmate for life, so you would be unable to marry either little Hayato or Ushijima. "Your family is certainly a fun one."

"I'm glad you get along with them, but I won't be able to have you to myself at any point during the Summer."

"My first day back. I'll be all yours. I promise."

"You promise?"

"All yours, my darling love." You lean your head against his.

This feeling, being wrapped in the arms of the love of your life in the middle of the night, was pure bliss. The only accompanying noises were the muffled shouts of your best friends from the other room, and the thrumming of the kitchen appliances around you. And still, despite the incredibly unromantic environment, you couldn't help but feel yourself fall for the man in your arms even more. Yes, perhaps you were too young to be in love. Sure, highschool relationships won't always last. But this feeling was one you wanted to savor, and you were not planning on letting him go any time soon.

This is not a fairytale life. Ushijima certainly had the grace and looks of a Prince Charming, but, unlike in the storybooks, whether or not the clock strikes twelve would not matter. You would not run away and you would not be leaving a shoe at the steps. Instead, you would continue to rest in the arms of the man you love. And sure, there would be no huge, elaborate castle or jewels tossed your way, but this was more than enough.

Fin.

[lailaliquorice]

may we all be so lucky

We’re back babey!! I haven’t been able to write in a few months because I’ve been so busy with uni and theatre things but believe me I never left the fandom, I’ve still been stockpiling ideas and now my exams are over I’ve had time to write one at last. I’m amazed by how quickly I wrote this. Clearly I love these characters just as much as I ever did.

Here is some very soft Aragon as I’ve promised several people, going back to my routes and writing the mother/daughter aspect of Boleyn (no Aralyn today!). Two prompts combined for this one, the first from an anon being  “It’s icy outside– also, can you help me limp to the couch?” and the second from @impossibleclair being  'you look like you could use a hug'. Thank you both!!!

Also tagging @qualquercoisa945 bc I think Maria had an excitement  induced heart attack when I told them I was writing again. I love you sweetheart <3

Winter had always been a time of reflection for Catherine of Aragon. Not only did the Christmas period naturally bring around a time for reflecting on her religion and her relationship with Christ, since her second chance at life it had also become a time to reflect on her relationships with herself and those around her. Both Anne and Maria could attest that Catherine was a completely different person nowadays than she had ever been back then, something which she privately thought was for the best, and she knew within herself that she felt happier than she had ever felt in her old life. There were still days she thought she didn’t deserve it, but for the most part she was learning to take what God had been gracious enough to give her and simply enjoy it.

In terms of the friendships she’d formed in this life, it was even easier to see how different they were compared to before. Then she’d only had one true friend in Maria, without doubt the truest friend she would ever have in that life or any other, whereas now she could feel comfortable of her place in the circle of friends that had formed around her. That seemed to grow closer around winter too; everyone’s hearts were lighter, their smiles brighter, and she always wished those warm times could last forever.

There was one drawback to the cold spells though. Catherine had never quite adjusted her body temperature from the Spanish heat she hadn’t felt in centuries, and even though it was warm inside the cold outside their door wouldn’t let itself be forgotten about.

Upon opening the fridge door first thing in the morning, dressing gown wrapped tightly around herself like a shield against the cold kitchen, she didn’t bother holding in her groan at discovering they had no milk left. Her normal breakfast consisted of a cup of green tea and a bowl of porridge and that was hopeless if there was no milk, meaning she would either have to break the routine she’d had set in stone since barely a month into modern life or brave a frosty walk to the corner shop.

After pursing her lips and staring at the empty spot in the fridge door for a few seconds her decision was made. She let her frustration get the better of her for a moment as she gave the door an unwarranted slam, grumbling under her breath as she exchanged her dressing gown for a thick coat decided sweatpants were good enough to leave the house in that once. But she’d barely walked past the driveway of the house before her annoyance disappeared in an instant at the sight of someone heading towards her.

Anne was also wearing a winter coat with what looked like pyjama bottoms and a rucksack on her back, arms wrapped tightly around her torso and her head bowed against the wind. What worried Catherine more than the question of what Anne was doing walking home at a time she wasn’t normally out of bed though was just how she was walking; unsteadily, clearly favouring one leg and barely putting any weight on the other foot at all.

She looked up when Catherine called her name, the smile on her face not entirely succeeding in hiding the pained look in her eyes. “Morning!” she chirped brightly, attempting without much luck to walk normally now she knew Catherine was watching her. “What brings you out- woah-“

Catherine surged forwards to catch her as her bad leg gave way, just about managing to keep them both from falling down. “I think a better question is what brings you out here, and what in God’s name you’ve done?” she asked, her voice serious in the hope that Anne wouldn’t keep trying to play it off.

“It’s icy out here – also, can you help me limp to the sofa?” Anne responded with a sheepish grin.

Despite her worry, Catherine couldn’t help but laugh dryly as she nodded. Anne clung onto Catherine’s shoulder as she hopped alongside her on the thankfully short trip back to the house, clearly grateful for Catherine’s arm tight around her waist. Once Anne had been deposited carefully onto the sofa in the living room and their coats shed, her voice left no room for refusal as she asked “What really happened then?”

Anne shrugged. “Like I said really. Ground was icy, I didn’t notice, I slipped over and landed on my leg. And now my knee and ankle won’t hold up.” She eased her boots off as she spoke, moving painstakingly slow as she pulled her sock off to reveal a purple bruise already spreading across a swollen foot.

“That looks bad, you must’ve gone down very hard” she murmured quietly. She winced in sympathy when Anne rolled her pyjama bottoms to reveal similar bruises forming on the side of her knee. “Let me go and get the first aid kit, I’ll be back in a minute.”

She didn’t wait for Anne’s noise of acknowledgement before hurrying into the kitchen, keen to get an icepack on both injuries as soon as possible to hopefully keep them from getting worse. Her idea to make a hot chocolate for each of them was quickly ended when she remembered they still had no milk, the whole reason she’d been out in the street to find Anne in the first place, but still flicked the kettle on for her customary green tea.

The sound of the kettle boiling meant she didn’t hear Anne creeping into the kitchen until there was a loud thud behind her. Catherine whirled around expecting the worst, but was instead greeted by Anne gripping onto the worktop with her rucksack crashed onto the floor. “Sorry if I scared you, just had a wobble and dropped my bag,” she blurted out before Catherine could say anything.

“Fine, but please let me help you,” Catherine insisted, taking Anne by the elbow and leading her slowly to sit down at the table. A hint of amusement crept into her tone as she added “What do you have in that bag anyway for it to make that much noise?”

Anne brightened considerably as she pulled her rucksack onto her lap and unzipped it. “Milk!” she said triumphantly, pulling out a fresh carton of milk and setting it down loudly on the table. “I used the rest last night and knew you weren’t gonna want to go get more first thing, I know you don’t like the cold. So I thought I’d go get some before you woke up.”

Catherine was rendered speechless for a moment by how thoughtful Anne had been, before she gave her a warm smile. “Thank you,” she said genuinely, glancing towards the kettle as she asked “Now I can make us some hot chocolate if you’d like?”

“Yes please! You always make it best.”

The switch on the kettle flicked off just as Anne spoke, and Catherine took the milk from her before busying herself with finding Anne’s favourite mug from the cupboard and making both their drinks. She placed both of them down on the table beside Anne before she went back to rounding up medical supplies, eventually sitting down beside her with two ice packs and a few things taken from the first aid kit.

“Let me see?” she asked gently, helping Anne lift her leg to rest her foot in Catherine’s lap.

Anne was quiet as Catherine examined her ankle, barely a wince crossing her face as she carefully manipulated the joint to assess the extent of the damage. She just sat quietly sipping her hot chocolate, pale hands wrapped around the mug and her eyes never straying from Catherine’s hands.

Eventually Catherine was happy with her conclusion that it was only a sprain, humming contentedly as she picked up the jar of bruise healing balm that was in constant high demand in a house full of dancers. “Well I don’t think we’ll need a hospital trip this morning,” she joked lightly, not missing how Anne’s chest practically deflated at the news.

“Not broken?” Anne asked quietly.

“Not broken,” Catherine confirmed. After gently spreading some of the balm over the worst of the swelling, she wrapped an ice pack in a tea towel and secured it over Anne’s ankle with a length of bandage material before doing the same to her knee injury. “All finished. How are you feeling?”

Anne pulled a face. “Bloody stupid, that’s how I’m feeling.”

Smiling over the rim of her mug as she took a sip of her drink, Catherine shook her head in fond exasperation. “I meant how is your leg feeling,” she corrected, emphasising the leg as she pointed down at the puffy ankle still resting on Catherine’s lap.

“Oh. Hurts a bit but the ice is helping,” Anne said. There was a beat of silence before she added “Still feel stupid though. I wanted to surprise you and I would’ve gotten away for it too if it weren’t for that meddling ice.”

Catherine laughed at that, matching Anne’s triumphant grin with a beaming smile of her own. “It’s a good thing I’m here and not Jane or I doubt she would get that reference,” she pointed out, making Anne giggle too. Jane’s inability to grasp pop culture references was something they always lightly made fun of, though never without showing her what they meant afterwards.

Their laughter was interrupted with a gasp of pain from Anne as she unthinkingly jostled her ankle, Catherine placing a hand lightly on her shin to help keep her leg still. “Let me get you some painkillers,” she said, lifting Anne’s foot off her lap with the utmost care and placing it back on the chair before returning to the medicine cabinet.

Anne was silent as she took the painkillers with her hot chocolate, hiding behind her mug and refusing to meet Catherine’s eye. “Are you ok?” Catherine asked more seriously, not believing Anne’s quick nod in the slightest. “You look like you could use a hug.”

“Yes please.” Anne’s voice cracked with those two short words.

Careful not to knock her leg again, Catherine leaned down and let Anne throw her arms around her neck. She didn’t react when she heard quiet sobs next to her ear, just rubbed soothing circles into Anne’s upper back as she cried herself out. It was easy to comfort her as Catherine’s maternal instincts rose up and held the younger girl close to her chest; she wasn’t always the most tactile of the group, always wrestling with her physical boundaries, but when one of her family needed her she would always be there to provide whatever they needed.

“Sorry,” Anne whimpered after a while as she drew back, rubbing shaky hands beneath her eyes. “I just don’t like being in pain. It’s scary after… after back then.”

Kneeling down to place a comforting hand on Anne’s uninjured knee, Catherine nodded in understanding. “I know babes, I know,” she said soothingly, reaching up without thinking to catch the tears that continued to fall down Anne’s cheek. “But I’m here, and you’re going to be ok. Give it a couple of weeks and you’ll be good as new.” She knew Anne knew that really, but in her fragile state she also knew that the reminder would give her something to cling onto.

Anne nodded. “Yeah. Thank you.”

There was a shyness in Anne’s small voice then that was very rarely heard, and Catherine gave her a motherly smile. “You’re welcome,” she said softly.

Glancing at the kitchen clock, Catherine knew that they would probably have a couple more hours until any of the other queens came downstairs. It was their weekly day off which meant that only Jane and Catherine were usually awake before midday, but Jane had been harbouring the beginnings of a cold all week and was probably taking the opportunity for some extra rest and she had Anne with her instead. So she looked back over at Anne and suggested “Would you like to watch a film or two? We can get the blanket out and rest on the sofa for a while.”

It was a task getting Anne back into the living room without causing her too much pain, but after a few challenging minutes they were sat on the sofa with a favourite Disney movie of Anne’s playing and the thick movie night blanket spread over both of them. Anne hummed happily as she curled into Catherine’s side during the opening credits, prompting Catherine to wrap an arm around her shoulders and let Anne rest her head on her collar. It reminded Catherine of how she’d held Mary long ago, the pair of them watching a hunt from the window of their quarters, a rare moment where she’d been more like her current self than most people had ever seen back then.

As Anne’s breathing evened out indicating she’d fallen asleep, Catherine thought back to when they’d first been reincarnated and she and Anne could hardly bear to be in the same room as each other. Getting locked in the costume room together after a show by accident had finally made them break down their barriers and now they were here.

‘I don’t know how I got this lucky’, Catherine thought as she rested her head atop Anne’s hair, ‘but I wouldn’t change this for all the world’.