#why cant I just write normal chapters for once

[surr3al1sm]

In the middle of writing chapter 6 of MLYiD I realised that it was probably going to be a shorter chapter. And it is. But don’t you worry guys. It’s only 8.2k words.

[angy-grrr]

guys, when hori said this story needed a longer epilogue, he didnt mean two more volumes -usually shonen and other demographics tend to finish with just a last chapter to wrap things up. Hes giving 7 instead, which is a lot considering that -even naruto didnt get more time to develop things or relationships, making a movie instead as far as i know.

idk how he’ll do it, but if that feels right for him then ill just wait and see what happens. If we think about it, there are many many topics covered already in the two first chapters -people are trying to make things go back to “normal”, but we know that cant happen; we know how the classes are doing, some are graduating and want to do something else with their world; shoto and endeavor visit dabi, who seems to be alive, aoyama leaves the course and says all that he has been feeling about his ability to be a hero, deku is in a contemplative state, probably thinking about heroism, and theres a new character that will probably test their ideals after two wars; theres also a big posibility of hori bringing up the reason why katsuki is able to just get up and do so much when he should have died, which can tie the bkdk arc.

What i mean with this is… it can happen in 5 chapters. I understand why we are getting sad, but that doesnt mean we have to assume the story will end up being shitty. Also, lets not forget bnha was supposed to end in 2022. This is what hori and his team probably think will happen, with the general epilogue already done in terms of drafts and everything planned for each chapter, but sometimes to story asks for its creators to do more. Or to do less. We have no idea how this will end, but while we wait for things to unfold, lets try to enjoy the ride.

And if you are curious about what i’ll do, im going to keep seeing the leaks and write about my observations and ideas, but i wouldnt recommend it if you are someone who feels like they cant wait, or has expectations that will make you not enjoy the content when leaks happen —its confusing, depending on who translates and makes the summaries meanings and actions completely change, you dont get to see everything at once and have to wait for hours, etc.

So keep that in mind, and choose what you think will make you the happiest.

[loki-cees-all]

8, 19, and 30 for the writer ask. ♥️

8. if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…

if i *had* to...hmm. well, i have thought about doing a sequel to "Keeping Score", where instead the reader is making Loki count how many orgasms he's had...but so far i've written 0 words for it.

on the other hand, i do already have a whole ass sequel for TLTGYA planned out. which is honestly so insane of me, considering ive only posted 7 chapters of that fic over the course of the last year lmao

so me being forced to write a sequel for TLTGYA might be the only way i get the main fic finished

(i havent abandoned it i swtg im trying to finish ch 8 but it's taking forever because i have a terminal case of "cant shut the fuck up" disease)

19. the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic

so i wouldn't say this was interesting - but i once fell down a weeklong rabbit hole of men's fashion trends from the 1970s. specifically regarding the suits that were worn in London at that time.

and it was all because of this guy, basically :

you see that piece of cloth dangling from his pocket? well i nearly went insane trying to figure out what that was. like - INSANE. i couldn't tell what it was...is it a suspender?! is it a built-in belt that's sewn into his pants that he just hasn't fastened properly?! WHAT THE HELL IS IT?!

i was looking at gifs, i was rewatching the scene of the movie, i was looking at screen grabs, i was EDITING screen grabs to adjust the lighting to see his clothes better, I WAS LOOKING UP ARTICLES ABOUT THE COSTUME DESIGNS FOR THIS MOVIE. I GOT THE FUCKING ORIGINAL NOVEL TO SEE IF J.G. BALLARD EVER DESCRIBED THIS PARTICULAR OUTFIT.

I WAS LOSING MY GODDAMN MIND. I COULDNT FIGURE IT OUT, CLEO.

and the whole purpose of this? i wanted to know because i was modeling Loki's look in Ch. 5/6 of AAO off of this outfit worn by dr. robert laing in high-rise. and i wanted to describe the above outfit in detail because like - it's so sexy.

why is it so sexy? doesn't matter. i wanted Loki to have a thing dangling out of his pocket because it's HOT and i dont even care WHY.

anyway, one morning i was just staring at those gifs, lamenting over my inability to figure out what a single piece of cloth shown in a 35 second scene was - you know, like a normal person. and i realized he didn't have his tie around his neck.

i thought that was interesting, so i started looking at other gifs to look at his tie. and i noticed that when the tie was around his neck, there was nothing dangling from his pockets. but when there's something dangling from his pockets, there was no tie around his neck.

and then it finally hit me, like a fucking freight train full of flared bell bottoms and fringe vests and 79 cent gasoline - he fucking shoved the tie into his pocket.

that's it, that's all that was. it wasn't apart of his pants, it wasn't a common fashion trend for London in the 1970s, it wasn't something the costume department invented - he just shoved the middle part of his tie into his pocket, and those are the ends of the tie dangling down his thigh. so. yeah.

idk why it took me so long to put that together, or why i got so hyperfixated on it. but alllllllllllllll of that insanity had to occur just so i could justify having this single line in the fic:

He tucked the dress shirt into his trousers and he retrieved his tie from the floor, slipping its middle into his pocket and leaving the ends to dangle down the length of his thigh. 

now. was all of that worth it? idk, you tell me 🤣

30. share a fic you’re especially proud of

i mean, obviously TLTGYA and AAO are my longfics, and i love them dearly, and someday i WILL finish them - if i can ever figure out how to a) shut the fuck up, and b) not focus on absolutely the wrong details when im writing.

[coffeefiction]

Changing the Story for Once Part 1 of Chapter 1

This is a royalty/isakai au I made a while back. I was inspired by the story called "Action" by Let's try some writing and a story called " Optimus Prime is destined to die" by Chuzillla.

And I decided, huh, you know what, why not? I have also posted this in Ao3 but this one is the revise version, I'm revising the story ever so slowly.

And I really wanna share it here but I was debating of it's a good idea you know.

Anyway,here's the summary; Orion Pax is a university student who ended up in one of his all time favorite novel. He has no idea how he ended up here, chaos ensues.

English is not my first language, so it's a mess.

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Admist the glow of flickering screens and scattered datapads, Orion Pax was but an interesting figure, lost in the labyrinth of his own solitude. He was your typical university student who's faceplate is always buried in datapads after datapads, all day long. The epitome of a university hermit. His family tree resembled a barren wasteland, and his social life? Well, let's just say it made a hermit crab look like a party animal. 

He didn't have anyone aside for himself, he grew up with no sire nor carrier and he was just alone in life. He took odd jobs here and there to help him live and see another cycle. With no sire nor carrier to guide him, he wandered the corridors of life all by himself.

Despite such depressing situation, he always find solace on the novels he has accumulated throughout the years— one of which was his all time favorite, it was a story lace with tragedy of a fallen ruler who governed his kingdom with an iron fist, who used to carry the same name as he currently bore— a cruel irony he often found comfort in. He loved the story despite it's tragic and bittersweet end. It was the very first novel he had brought when his first paycheck arrived after grueling hours of being in one of his very odd jobs —the kind that left you questioning your life choices. 

Extra credits is extra credits, he cant say no to that. 

The novel was called “For Once”  and it was a very underrated masterpiece. One which Orion would talk about whenever he gets the chance, which he normally doesn’t so he opted to simply reread the darn thing over and over again to a point where he semi-memorize the entire plot. He had been reading it before he went into recharge, to try and distract him from the thesis paper he needed to write. The story was dark to say the least, but Orion was fascinated and again, it was the very first novel he had brought with his first paycheck.

He had joke to himself, about how his namesake was a terrifying mech, even slightly wished to have his confidence to avoid that glitched-arf mech that keeps tripping him down the mess hall. But then again, Orion Pax has a lot of problems that are far more important than that, not only he has a very barren social life but his student debt was astronomical.

He had already calculated it— at the rate he is going, his great-great-grandchildren might still be paying off his tuition fee— Primus, he really fragging hates the Iacon Academy, it’s a good academy, don’t get him wrong but damn it— it’s filled with assholes.  Another problem he has is his alarm clock being broken, and nothing else screamed ‘university life’ like missing your 8:30 lecture on the west hall because the universe seems to just hate you so much. 

But fate, seem to have a twisted sense of humor.  

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Orion Pax awoke, blinking groggily, he rubbed his optics, half-expecting to find himself back in his cramped dorm room, tangled in his recharge cables with datapads scattered across the floor, and energon caffeine cans across his table from the nights he spend cramming for one impossible test. But as he looked around, he realized that this was in fact not his dorm—  he was in a lavish chamber, surrounded by opulent furnishings.

This wasn’t his very tiny space filled with his own mess— no, this place was…..way to fragging shinny. The walls were polished and they glistened under the lunars light.  

“This isn’t my dorm…..” Orion grumbled, rubbing his optics while yawning. He’s hoping that this is just another study-induced nightmare that he seems to get once every cycle. He sighs and sketches the mingling ache in his frame— he stands up and walked to the mirror, expecting to see his humble blue-and-red-slightly slender armored frame. What he saw was far from humble. He’s colors are still there, albeit less brighter than usual, he was decked out in a massive, bulky armor, which seems to have been polished.

His chestplate alone looked like it could stop a whole ass armada—Primus, it probably had . And his servos? They look like they could crash a datapad in one squeeze! (Not that he hasn’t done it before, accidentally…while studying..but still!).

This is not his body. “Primus…..By Primus fragging servo that slapped Unicron, what am I wearing!??” he yelped, backing away from the mirror like it had burned him. And by the matriarchs servos, why does his voice sound like that?! He stared at the reflection, his optics widening as the reflection glared back.

What he was seeing wasn’t Orion Slagging Pax staring back at him.  It was Optimus Slagging Prime…. 

“Oh no….oh no no no no no no! This—This cannot be happening! I’m-I’m dreaming! Oh Primus, please let this be a whole dream!!” His once semi-slender frame is now bulked with power and authority. It screams control and domination compare to his other one—which if you altered it to the side, he could be considered a femme by a very drunken mech!

And he had been considered as a femme once by a drunken mech!

Panic immediately seized him, his mind reeling with disbelief as he backed away, stumbling to the berth he layed. Orion Pax is known to be very calm and can work well being under pressure, he had done it several times!

But at that current moment— he momentarily lost this capability. With a barely functioning processor, he covers his mouth with his servo—

 And screamed.

 A very panic yet muffled scream.  

[signanothername]

yooo, it's me the playlist/fic anon! tysm for the songs and playlists, COMPLETELY FORGOT OUT 6UP 5OH COP OUT BY WILL WOOD I FUCKING FORGOT IT HOW COULD I IT DOES FIT SO WELL

AND OFC I CAN SHARE THE FIC WHEN i'M DONE I'D BE HONORED IF YOU READ IT ONCE I GET THE FIRST CHAPTER DONE GHJOH

I'm mainly writing it based on killermar,e but it's canon, and Nightmare realizes he's attached to Killer, and starts being a bitch, before *slightly* favoring him, but Killer is pretty certain this is just Nightmare tryna get him to fuck up, to use this aganist him, right? And the Nightmare realises, oh I am a HUGE fuckign asshole.

Don't normally ship Killermare, but the urge to write had gripped me and will not let go

Sup!!! And you’re very welcome <3333

AND FR IT DOESSS!!!

And EEEEEE THANK YOU CANT WAIT ID BE HONOREDTO READ IT :D❤️🌷✨

And omg yesssss, like I always wanted a more realistic depiction of how Killermare would be y’know? It’s absolutely not a relationship that’s all flowers and roses, it can even be right down toxic and/or abusive, full of doubt and obstacles to go through before the two actually settle down chhcch (slow burn relationship fr)

Nightmare being an absolute bitch while still feeling attached??? That’s literally how i see their relationship to be like from Nightmare’s pov hdhdhdh

But ugh Killer’s doubt that Nightmare’s just trying to pin something on him YES, Killer isn’t the most trusting person nor is he trustworthy himself (if we’re talking about Killer during stage 2 at least) so him just not trusting Nightmare’s motives??? Yes sir!!! Tho I’d say that depending on which stage Killer is in, he could feel a bit paranoid (stage 1) or he could just not give a fuck (stage 2) he could alternate between stages even cause of their relationship

And honestly we all need Nightmare to realize how huge of an asshole he can be hdhdhdh

Killermare is a fascinating ship to me to say the least, it’s a complicated relationship that has so much to explore, so even if I don’t really ship it myself i’m not opposed to it by any means, and i do enjoy it even <3333

I just usually prefer platonic relationships cause ugh they mean so much to me and they’re super underrated, that’s why i love to explore Killer’s and Nightmare’s relationship without my art necessarily being killermare, there’s just something special about platonic relationships to me :D

Anyway CANT WAIT FOR THE FIC GDHDHHDHDHD

[lesbiansforlesbiansforheiyaakane]

got taken down on ao3 lemme see if tumblr will let me post

basically posting this until i get my new ao3 account approved and get un suspended and am able to post an explanation

vro the tumblr community is to different to the ao3 one 💔

one thing i do not understand is why i have to filter out the bloody “anal sex” and “anal fingering” tags while trying to read fluff fics. i am angry. do you not have shame. why is there more chirisu fics than arisagi fics.. justice for my girl. why does no one post anything about uta? 😓 why does everyone love niragi fics and think hes attractive and excuse his actions but when i say i love shibuki or akane everyone is angry 💔. there are once again rarely any fics of wlw relationships and its killing me slowly 💔. why is writers block a thing. it makes me angry, frustrated and bored. because i want to write fics for all my amazing ships (they never interacted but trust) but i cant because the words dont work 💔 writing is so awkward especially because my reading and writing skills are at a year 4 level … why do people make non con fics. they arent smut. they arent anything but fetishising awful things. why do people hate when i say “lisa x uta canon 😛” or “lisa x mira canon” and then turn around and ship chirisu or chishisya and ann 💔 are we deadass 💔

no one gets me when i say i genuinely ship all wlw ships because im so starved of representation 💔 life is unfair 💔💔 i wishh i liked the popular ships but why tf would i ship a rapist and a not normal and insane human being? *cough* chisiragi *cough*

(looking at you “tatteredandtorn” i hope someone tatters and tears you)

why are all the  mlm ships just pay gorn?

who is gorn and why do i have to pay him?

what is gex and why do i have to say it?

who is lex and why do i need to know they are serbian?

heh… sesbian lex

wow that is it for the day see yall tmrw 💔💔💔

why is ts (this) longer than my actual fanfictions 💔

TSTSTSTSTSTSTS 

whats the difference between

fascism, communism, socialism, capitalism and condensation?

they are the same rhing 💔 [angry] 

i read a tad bit of the manga.

Notes:

crashou

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i read the manga a bit and im crashing out why do i need to see 13 unnecessary boob shots and 3 overly sexual for no reason (not including the chota and her scene) of shibuki. and yes i counted to be accurate. and 6 more overtly sexual scenes for women who werent shibuki.

im crashing out. why is it so pervy.

heiya and shibuki are innocent. the tv show did them dirty. heiya is deadass in highschool.

why does no one have 

media literacy..

the reason characters survived impossible things and others died easily is because they did or didn’t die in the meteor thing.

niragi gooners make me uncomfortable. 

im gna mk a fnfc sn bt i hv no mtvtn (heh.. no vowels)

what is fascism. what is communism. what is socialism. what is capitalism. what is condensation. why does no one tell me these things. 

WHY IS THE ENTIRE FANDOM PAY GORN… WHY DO I TRY TO READ A SHIBUKI FIC AND THE COMMENTS ARE “heh.. i dont like her but this is ok” I DONT GET IT!! BUT NIRAGI FICS ARE ALL “hes so misunderstood i can fix him!” BE QUIET FOR ONCE YOU INSOLENT GOONERS. 

some of yall in this fandom do not deserve internet privileges. the dubious consent tag will be the death of me.

this is a light crash out today but i will update when i something

PMOPMOPMOPMOPMOPMOPMOPMOPMOTSTSTSTSTSPMOPMOPMO.

TS(THIS)DNTPMO

Summary:

heh.. no crashout

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heh.. thank you for the comments saying my crashout is real 🙂‍↕️ big compliment and i thank you 🙏/gen

wait did someone else say big? like massive. you know what else is massive 

low taper fade.

cant think of much that PMO rn but niragi gooners are getting on my last nerves as usual heh.. 

pacific rim. what the fuck is it im so confused.

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what the fuck is pacific rim. im so confused. there are so many pacific rim crossovers. so i look it up and its a fucking kaiju godzilla type shit. 

no. i mutter to myself. why. why does the kaiju universe follow me around. i barely escaped when my brother watched kaiju films 24/7. coming back to haunt me.

why would i want to read alpha/beta/omega fics. no. they are bad. they are odd. im all for respecting kinks or whatever if you shut up and leave it inside your house. but we are not wolves guys. i promise you arisu is not chisiyas little sub. you are not slick guys. i will catch you.

i am not gonna read your furry porn you incompetent basement dwellers.

”they touched tales” no they didnt. 

no.

no.

no.

no.

i cant do this anymore fr3akb0b. 

“i wish i was usagi” i wish i was a badass rock climber too. but insane takes such as “she shouldnt have complained” are not it. 

this fandom reeks of misogyny. yall can’t appreciate a female character and its painfully obvious how much you hate women. 

“waiter waiter, more yuri please” i request as i lick the yuri crumbs off my plate. “no you can not has yuri” said the waiter who was actually the fuck you writer. 

what if i said… daimon x uta. 

“does this have spice?” its warrior cats you virgin dweeb. its the very hungry caterpillar. its a dictionary. spice is the eighth word down on the cambridge dictionary website in the “ s ” section and the 

“Words from

spermatozoa

to

spider's web”

section. 

boy oh boy do i have a huge hate relationship with x reader fics. they are good and you can imagine any character in to it but dont expect me not to say “that aint me..” when you start talking about how im 4”11 and 30 kg… i guarantee you i am not. im not rapunzel. 

thank you for coming to my fr3akb0b talk. until next time your pay gorn addict freaks… 

TSTSTSTSTSTSTSTSTSTSTSPMOPMOPMOPMOPMOPMOPMO💔💔💔💔

once again… what is fascism, what is communism, what is socialism, what is capitalism, what is constitution heh… thats a new one

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wow 2 chapters a day at least?! 🙂‍↕️i am making as many crash outs as possible because i crash out so often. this fandom is like a prison but your cellmate wont stop bloody masturbating. comments and kudos are all appreciated and give me my motivation which is why i have put out so many chapters.

Notes:

id like to be clear im not criticising any authors specifically. id also like to be clear that this chapter contains mentions of non consensual sex, domestic violence and suicide all briefly and to be expected with niragi discussions but i want to make sure people are keeping themselves away from triggers. drink lots of water and eat, unless you lile niragi, then you can starve.

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some of yall be taking the smut fics a little 🤏 too far… i only read them so i can crashout chat. unless its wlw. i read every wlw fic no matter what. it takes 5 BLOODY MINUTES because there is no yuri.

“he gets whipped by him trust ! ” i do not trust. the only person cracking whips is britneymy queen. 

“you have to respect people” i do not want to. please dont make me. why are you turning them into sharks and asking why there is no marine life au’s. why would there be? im shaking is this real. 

i would like to point out that when i wrote “turning” i wrote it wrong as turing it tried to correct to “yuri girl.” 

why is the brainrot funny edits of aib characters non existent. theres only a few accounts i can trust… 

why why why why why why why would i read blood drinking pay gorn. why would i drink blood. why would you drink blood. where are you getting it from? is it my blood? is it your blood? is it our blood? how are you getting enough to drink. who is getting it. 

“niragi suguru redemption” this m, former president. /ref 🤦‍♀️ you cannot redeem a rapist. it is not possible. “oh he wqs bullied” so are many people. if every bulliest (for lack of “attacker, attackee” situation word) became a rapist we would be going through an even worse suicide epidemic and domestic violence cases situation. NOTHING. and i mean nothing. can excuse such vile and disgusting acts. 

what is condensed milk. what is condensation. NOBODY TELLS ME NOTHING.

shorter chapter but one nonetheless.

🙂‍↕️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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so no one told me

Notes:

tw for talking about non consensual sexual acts (sexual violence) please take a break from this chapter if that could trigger you and have a nice hot drink ❤️

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“Akane is a rapist she cant be one of your favourites” said the media illiterate person. 

So what people seem to not understand is that what akane did to arisu was not rape, and classifying it as that is incorrect information.

SO APPARENTLY I FELL ASLEEP OR SOMETHING FOR 5 MINUTES OF THAT EPISODE BECAUSE WHAT?!

I completely missed the fact that she literally was raped by a doctor so she could live, i saw someone say she consented. pardon? People do realise he would have assaulted her anyway right? Also she is 16/17 which is HS 2/ Year 12/ 11th Grade as “our last summer IN highschool” and quora and I agree that 11th grades summer is the last one whilst you are in highschool, 12th grade summer would be after graduating so to all the people also excusing by saying she was 19 she wasnt, the doctor was a rapist and pedophile. Him conveying that sex is the main thing that matters in the borderlands would have had an effect on her. Now this doesnt mean i condone what she did but people are ignoring that she has been manipulated whether he was purposefully manipulating her or not into believing that doesnt matter. 

We also see when aguni shows up that he said no and she respected that from the context clues that are given in the scene, so saying that she sexually assaulted aguni is false. They cut out (from what ive heard as i havent read the manga fully or much at all to be fair) the scene were aguni talks about sa’ing usagi but decided that all the women who could have been actually appreciated as the strong female characters they were, had to have their backstory erased and viewed as rapists. Either way, the author of aib shouldn’t even be using SA as a plot device in the first place. 

Wow uh i just realised that this has gone from being a crashout compilation to me using big words 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ stay safe and 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ on, or youll pmo

word count is 349 because i used a heh.. calc (slang for calculator) 

i love you quora

a little aggressive. if you’re offended then it was probably directed to you.

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shoutout to all the cunts putting m/m under the f/f tag and not even having women in it. you all suck i hope you die. xx

TSTSTSTSTSTSTS

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by the way if its not enough to make a whole new chapter on i will just be updating this chapter cause im feeling calm but tell me if you wanna see me rating characters or ships or smth [cute] (tiktok emoji 💔)

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wont be posting as much anymore as im spending more time with people in my personallife.. heh.. but check me out on tiktok, or dont i dont mind

HAVE YALL READ HANDS SO BLOODY TASTES LIKE HONEY OH MY GOD IM (S)CREAMING (both heh…) ITS SO GOOD I LITERA SET ALARMS FOR EVERY SATURDAY OH MY GOD

i feel like i have the equivalent of “moots” on ao3 like we read the same stuff, i see them everywhere, and they comment on my fics and i comment on theres and when i spot them in the comments of fanfics its like “yipee”

i will probably make a new long rant quite soon but im trying to be more active on pinterest and tiktok, im also not as angry anymore becaus my pretty girlfriend is nice [cute] i literally lkve the tijtok emojis like i go through a phase if using them like it was [proud] then [happy] [embarassed] [flushed] then it was [hehe] and now its [cute] 😭

anyways heiya x momoka rarepair unlocked, momoka x asahi is one of the first ships i shopped, ann x usagi, mira x usagi, uta x risa, risa x usagi, kuina x mira, kuina x usagi, daimon x shibuki rarepair unlocked, mirann has always been one of my faves and hear me out on heiya x ann but only if heiya wasnt 16 and ann like 26 obviously 🙂‍↕️ i refuse to ship minors with adults but i think if they had been the same age they would be soulmates. i know people say that and it comes off creepy but i swear i am the biggest hater of pdfl ships. i really like emi x shibuki or emi x asahi icl and as you can tell i really like wuh luh wuh rarepairs theyre so cute [cute] if you have any fav rarepairs tell me because i always need new ones [cute]

please please please if you like jibyeok read my fic “hopelessly devoted to you” under my pseud “jiyeongglazer” and let me know what you think so i can improve!

another small edit! PLEASE READ panda_loves_sappho FICS RHEY ARE SO GOOD AND HEARTBREAKING I LOVE THEM 💔

shoutout to the 3 kuiann smut fics carrying the wlw fandom.

tahts well lush mate

Notes:

tw for discussion of sexual assault and pedophilic behaviour mentioned, i do not condone either of those and if those might upset you please skip todays chapter and ill see you another time ❤️ have a hot bath and a relax and watch kitten videos and my dms on tiktok, tumblr or insta are always open ❤️

im back after a break

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i getta see my girlfriend tomorrow 🙂‍↕️ i miss her so much its been a month 💔 and we get the new chapter of hands so bloody and im still waiting for kuiann to scissor 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 stay strong my lesbiana soldiers 🫡

also yall know you can change the publication date on your fics? well i may have made a fic shipping inho and gihun in the most 2021 “🤪✨” ever and published it for the 21st of september 2021 and people are falling for it i feel so bad bro like my account says made in 2024 💔

ive been feeling very freaky because tiktok gets banned the day i get to change my username to the correct spelling and my usa moots wont see it 💔

no ones even talking about it….

someone on tiktok asked me where my eyebrows are… i lied and said im blonde. im not blonde.

i really want usagi to live bro (just remembered why this fic exists … i will focus on aib) coming up to 2 months in the fandom in rouggly 2 weeks! yipee! i remember seeing an edit ‘headcannoning” kuina as trans fem and then i saw another and i was like… omg wait no way actual representation for the abcdefg+ >v< i love kuina so much but everytime i type her name i accidentally write kuian. and when i put a “k” in my keyboard kuina comes up. im obsessed

usagi is fine shyt 👅 i need her to lihh this clihh 👅 

yhe usa military gc leaks are insane like i hate europe too but its different when they do it. 

my local mcdonalds is closed for the next week and a half and its been closed for like 3 weeks now. and im cravinh mcdonalds.. 

also my period started on sunday and is still going. someone put a baby in me because im sick of this (i rebuke this.)

the comphet is hitting hard because ive literally been reading chishiya x yn. like i dont picture myself because my ass is not surviving the meteor in the first place 💔 (and because we left yn in 2021) i lowkey fw mira x yn but thats different cause its mira guys. 

chishiya pmo. hes so glazed 💔 hes a bad person guys 💔 

nobody gets my love for heiya. shes so sweet and i feel so bad, like i know she was kinda mean but the boys at her highschool pmo 💔🥀🥀🥀 

when i say im the number one heiya gooner im lying, i dont goon 🙂‍↕️ but i am her number one fan! 

niragis piercing pmo like i know your bitchass cried while getting that

he found me crying

i cried

he cried

we both crode.

like the piercing sexcy ashhhhh on others but he doesnt deserve it, also people who say he isnt a rapist for what he did to usagi, you are correct but he sexually assaulted her (for everyone saying it was the same as heiya theres a difference, see i dont defend rapists no matter what no matter of gender but look into her trauma guys. why dont we talk about it? also id like to clarify i dont think she should’ve done that and there is no excuse but we should pay attention to something other than men like yall glaze every male and ignore the fact that heiya was innocent in the manga ) 

they ruined so many female characters and i personally take the manga as canon as its the original, i dislike chota for being a pedophile in the manga and being creepy and gross to shibuki, everyone who says heiya tried to sleep with a middle schooler 1. shes 17, obviously i dont think 17 year olds should date 15 year olds but stop calling her a pedophile 2. she didnt know his age yall . 

anyway whew i thought id write a bit but i wrote a lot, im getting so good at grammar guys! yipee!

im not even fucking kidding im british but like south east british so i sound like bloody peppa pig, gwendoline lacy and hermione all in one. say “miss can i go to the toilet please?” in a posh child accent and youll sound like me.

also my cat is so suki coded (her names suki, i am the biggest devon aoki fan) technically shes named after her mummy (i sound like britihs) (becuase i am but thats besides the point)  who passed 😕 but her mum is named after suki from fnf but we always tell sukis actual name meaning cause shes an orphan and we love her guys 😚 i actually dk who her dad is but shes a rescue so noone does

also i think my cats are lesbians. they arent biological sisters and they know they arent cause they met after a certain age where (is that the right were/where?) they gain brain power🙂‍↕️👋 but they might be sisters idk man 💔 like im saying it as a joke but what if bro. what if. 😭 either way they have the classic brunette and black hair cliche so me and my gf are projecting onto them😎 (i clarify that i do not think my cats are in love but they did have there face in eachothers kewch. i think they should stop doing that, its like the 5th time.) (id also like to clarify im not sexualising my cats, i just think its funny them doing allat, i do not think of my cats sexually and if i did i would like someone to put me in a taxi into the ocean and leave me there forever) 

i just started watching shameless cause i watched it for nicole sakura scenes and now im starting from the beginning! 

also alisa uruhama has liked my comment twice on insta 😎 (we are married in my head) i cant tell if the photos she posted are her getting married and shouting out the people taking her photos and her getting in the magazine or if its just a photoshoot for the magazine 💔

anyway sayonara suckers 

word count: 1000!

heh.. youre welcome

Summary:

no one fw sesbian lex like i do 🥀

hands so bloody new chapter, kuiann. oh my god. i love them, i owe the author my first born child. no one was talking about anns truth, my baby [cry]

heh.. the author noticed me, after 7 years of campaigning i paved the way for lesbian rights 🙂‍↕️! i feel lowkey bad though (had to look up conciliatory, which humbled me) but i can confirm i was silenced and i am more yham happy 👅👅

[fipindustries]

first course completed!

that was arc 1 of introduction to magic.

and this is the first drawing i made of the main characters all the way back in 2019

what is this

now that the first arc is done i would like to take a chance to actually stop and properly self promote a little here. it was about time.

i am currently writing a novel called Introduction to magic, an examination of a magic system i came up with by way of following the lessons of magical apprentice Katerina Dolcevita under the aprenticeship of Maria Bellanova. the best way i have to summarize the feel and tone of it all is Fantasy AU-R63! Rick and Morty. imagine if rick and morty were both women and they were exploring magic rather than sci fi.

the first arc is intended to be a prologue of sorts, to get you up to speed with the nature of this world and the nature of the two main characters.

where this came from

i came up with the story and the concept around this world proper in 2021, while reading pale. i was looking at all the extra material that wildbow had written for its magical world and i found myself really wishing that we didnt have to just see excerpts from the magical books like famulus or 100 years lost. and it came to me that if i really want a book about magic to exist then i can just write one myself.

the magic system in this story follows a bunch of my own deeply held beliefs about life and magic. mainly that is kind of silly how we insists magic doesnt exist when we have things like computers and planes and psychodelics. it occured that if we were to live in a world where magic was real we wouldnt call it magic either, we would just think of it as the normal state of affairs. there is a post i read here, which i cant find right now, which said something about how weird conciousness is, how strange the fact that conciousness arises from the specific configuration of a brain. about how conciousness is the last, mysterious, seemingly ineffable property of reality. they concluded that we live in a fantasy world where our magic system has only one spell "summon daemon". obviously a lot of it was merely poetic and rethorical devices to see with fresh eyes of wonder something we take for granted.

and a lot of this book stems from a similar wish to want to see the mundane with eyes of wonder once again, which is why i insist that low level magic in this world is things as basic as writing and lighting a fire. is also the reason why a lot of the titles that i use for the magic specializations are normal every day professions.

the second, stronger impulse was to try to come up with a system of magic that could be broad enough to grasp all possible forms of magic humans have come up with and yet simple enough that could be understood in a few pages. the classification system i use on this book is based on all the broadest, most basic forms of magic practisce that i have seen in history and fiction. manipulating signs as drawings and writing, manipulating sound as voice and song, using tools and props, moving the body, combining and refining substances and materials, handling living creatures.

what's next

as we move forward on this story the format will switch to a more traditional narrative where we will properly follow the adventures of these two ladies. ocassionally i will dip back into textbook-like sections where i infodump about another interesting concept i thought of, but even in the narrative sections most of the chapters will be an excuse to explore some concept or idea. i gather by sheer quantity 80% of the content of this story is going to be maria explaining things to Katerina.

so yeah, if that sounds at all interesting please do read this, and please do leave a comment, i really want to see what people think of this work. i dont need money or donations or to be engaged in any algorithm, all i need to stay motivated and energized and thus continuing the story is to know that people are invested in it.

thank you so much for reading.

[rikomoriyama01]

AFTG tfc ch2 Re Read by cavan

Chapter 2 notes under the cut

back to learning English

It was the weight of his teammate's stare that brought Neil's gaze almost right to him the minyard stare <3 "the normal one"

bro i would end my career there if they all refereed to me as basic bitch Milport Dingo damn they all like their animals don't they "the all black assemble aarondrew wore did nothing to make him taller" damn neil had no idea you are fashionista about what colour pronounce what silhouette types anyone marked that down? Brakes screeched as taxi slammed to a stop inches from aarondrew's pint sized body Kevin had been glued to Andrew's side since the transfer- ofc he is they are dating even if Andrew did not got the memo, one sided Anvin is my jam

I'm sure i am not the first person to point this out but the way neil already ships it has me Both of Kevins husbands share the fact that they told him to fuck off I don't believe in forgivness Do you belive in fate Do you belive in luck do you read tarot Aarondrew minyard chapter 2 Aarondrew is such not careful asshole driver i demand you all to start writing him getting into traffic accidents what the fuck, literary the only reason he is avoiding any right nos is him being in very noticeable nice black car nobody wants to risk damaging "It's too nice of a car to wreck" "Don't be so afraid to die" You are playing for class 1 team (worst one but still!) with Kevin on your side , People are always willing to bleed for him, you've seen the news i have seen it ok.. what was on the news ??? Kevin day and his adoptive brother Riko Moriyama , ok second time <3 <3 <3 kind of off they keep having to refer to this as adoptive brother lmao marking this once would be enough considering they are different ethnicities

ok but kevin had his hand broken what was riko doing? why did he missed game in january ???? in ec its supposedly mentioned testuji beat him up love that :) nicky has jet black hair and brown eyes and darker skin tone ... jet black .. hair ... literary never seen anyone draw him this way nicky deserved so much better "i am hella materialistic" who tf introduces themselves this way neil noting that he cant escape by jumping out of the window makes me wonder how this series would go if the fox dorm wasn't so high up? woudl they get attacked by the mob throwing rocks and other shit into their dorm ? woudl neil escape dorm through windows ?

Neil examining aarons package yeah its not the cigarettes you are after i know it wymacks apartment -covered in paperwork -empty coffe mugs -overfilled ashtrays neil has this thing going on where he can taste blood when stressed i shall remember that nicky stealing painkillers I wonder if andrew just ... casually helps stealing whiskey for kevin on regural ,, i hate coming home and finding you in my apartment" i would too if i lived in such mess "i don't need to be persuasive you just learn to do what i say" sorry my kness are weak

[justahopelessaromantic]

Memories (Ch. 5: Denki)

Fandom: My Hero Academia Links to Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, and 6 Summary: They'll probably write memoirs about all this. That or they’ll pay someone else to. When they're all retired top heroes, of course, ready to share their life stories with the public they’ve spent their lives protecting. Who knows? It might even inspire the next generation of crime fighters! Maybe they'll even throw together a neat little scrapbook or something as a class this year and give it to Mr. Aizawa as a gift. For now, it'll just have to settle for rattling around in their brains every once and a while. You know. Like memories do.

Denki remembers the blinding white of the walls

(It’s funny

His memory’s usually shit

why hasn’t it blocked out what happened from his mind yet

The details hard to make out)

They make his vision spin

Blurring everything around him together

God, why is his brain wired this way?

Until it's just him

And her

And the faint ugly mustard yellow of the hallway

Hanging in his peripheral vision

(It seemed so lovely and quaint

When his mother took him to pick out the paint color with him

Wistfully musing over how

If you stare long enough

It almost matched her favorite house in San Juan

But that's where it happened the first time

Now it’s ugly and gross and dirty

like her like him)

The soft cotton of her sweater

Pink, he thinks

Suffocates him

Scratches his face

As he buries his face

Into the crook of her shoulder

He forgets if it’s some desperate grasp at comfort from someone he trusts

Idealizes

Loves in theory

Or just not to look weirder than she says he already is

(And if there really is a loving god

what kind god would do this to some random kid

Who’s protecting him

mama what kind of protection is this

Despite his mind and its repulsive thoughts,

mama why did He send me that sick dream about her

Like mama always says

mama you say i can always come to you if something happened

After she ruffles his hair

mama its happening

Playing with the static electricity it stores,

mama sometimes i play scenarios in my head where i slip up and tell you and i cry and you cry and hug me tight and its nothing like sis’s hugs and you promise to keep me safe from her and but that cant happen cause you would have to know and you cant know you cant you just cant

He won't let Denki remember

mama why wont He let me forget)

Arms are holding him in place close

Hands wandering down his back

Lower and lower and lower and lower and lower and lower andlowerandlowerandlowerandlowerandlowerandlowerandlowerandlowerandlowerandlowera

In a tight, suffocating embrace

tooclosetooclosetooclosetooclosetooclose

Leaving him dizzy and nauseous

His body lingers in her touch of course because this is normal

Resisting the perverse typical urge to squeeze tighter

quit making it weird you fucking freak

(Kaminari doesn’t know much

But he knows hes going to burn for this

He just knows

The knowledge crawls around his brain

Like a cockroach

Making his mother screech

Before she grasps for the broom

Curses it out

Chases it out of the narrow laundry room and into the kitchen

Encouraged by his hysterical laughter and his sister’s giggles and playful eye roll

Textbooks and homework splayed all over the counter

Their backpacks

Their legs

Tangled together

Before he pulled away from her touch)

No one hugs him at U.A.

Maybe its ‘cause they want to die on the battlefield 

In gore and glory

Not by accidental electrocution

(One day Denki will strike himself down

With lightning

From electricity he let fester in the air

And the Lord will get full credit

And his sister will weep)

And what kind of douchebag doesn’t hug his own sister?

what kind of hero freezes in the face of danger

Sharp nails scratch his skin

As he weasels his way out of her grip

Static dances on her skin like her fingers did on his

He spits out a shaky apology

Barely a whisper

She could barely hear him

could mama hear

could she hear him if he screamed

would she want to

Be more careful

She pleads

Runs off to go help with dinner

Down the hall

Out the door

shes in the next room why can he still feel her hands

Like she’s forgotten him already

he wishes he could too

Denki remembers wishing he didn’t have to play nice with adults

With sisters

Like her

Sisters that touch

Denki remembers her

Clear as day

He wishes he could forget

[m1ckeyb3rry]

TODO THROWING HIMSELF AT Y/N LMAOOO im crying the idolization is so funny

Ok the little friendship with todo thing is funny and cute in a this-is-kinda-weird way LMAOO I’ve never seen a work that incorporates Todo as a friend of y/n this is very entertaining to read LOL

Gojo singing Taylor swift is so real LMAOOO

Ok time skip because I got lost in reading LOL but “you’re a freak” “you’re a girl” BRO??? That’s so Naoya you captured him so well but also I CANT it’s almost TOO naoya but y/n todo unlikely friendship????

Ok got to shibuya and WOW wasn’t prepared to cry!! You’d think that after reading the manga like twice and seeing everything that’s happened you’d be desensitized to the angst in jjk but NOPE!! This just brings me back to when I first read through the shibuya arc oh god Im gonna need some goofy soccer boys after this….also you know its bad when i read Kurusu as Karasu LMAOO

Ok but NOOOOOO TULLIA???? Crying fr but also seeing all the complexities and hardships y/n has to go through….all the drama and complications with the clan heads and higher ups and seeing her own decisions >>>> y/n giving up fighting makes me feel slightly conflicted ngl but that’s the nature of jjk (haha! Ha…) either way beautifully written I spent like the entirety of the day reading all this

By the photo album was the last straw HEBFLISHSS now I remember why I dropped jjk im not built for pure angst like this (also I have no idea what’s happening in the manga rn but that’s besides the point)

Ok THANK GOD Y/N IS NOT DEAD just finished and WOW that was a ride “cool story bro” indeed…ok but in all seriousness seriously beautifully crafted and so well developed I loved how each facet of y/n’s background as also touched on and delved into during the progression of the story…..I’m never getting over Gojo’s death though this just transported me back to jjk era and made me so emotional (in a good way) LMAO thank you for your service once again o7 I can guarantee you Yuta nation was well fed with this series!!

-Karasu anon

NDDJDHSHS TODO + Y/N HAVE THE BEST FRIENDSHIP i also really haven’t seen many stories where todo is friends w the mc especially not in a serious way — either he’s there as comedic relief or the mc hates him!! and while he’s def comedic relief in pi he and y/n also clearly respect one another and they have some serious moments hehe i love them sm

gojo the swiftie 😫 i do not think that man would have an eclectic music taste truly it’s whatever is on the radio for him 😭

the y/n and naoya beef is insane but i hate him so it only makes sense my girl does too!! plus she loves maki and considering what naoya has done to maki it would make zero for sense for them to get along even slightly

POMEGRANATE INK SHIBUYA CHAPTER MY BELOVED it’s like one thing after another w that chapter truly one of the most insane things i’ve written…i really liked the way it turned out though!! at least to me it fit the vibe of jjk and shibuya well without copying/stealing anyone’s storylines outright

the photo album feels like an end credits scene to me if that makes sense?? like it would play at the end of the movie/final episode of the show and it would make you cry HAHAHA it made me so emotional writing it like they’re really come so far from their first year 🥹😭💔

HEHEHE had to hit ‘em w a spin move 😈 i had so much fun making y/n as a character and expanding on her and the pomegranate ink version of jjk…she’s not complex in the sense that she’s a pretty normal person but there was a lot of thought put into her and with how long the story ended up being there was a lot of time to really get to know her and everything abt her!! she struggles a lot but in the end she somehow makes it through and even though it’s not a perfect victory because so many are dead…SHE made it which in the beginning of the series didn’t even seem likely

THANK YOU SOOO MUCH I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!! hehehe best friend’s brother (otoya’s version) should be out soon so you’ll have something silly w that

[birdkittenn]

continuing with this once more

wrath layer fic bonus chapter 5 reaction

i didnt expect to write this one at all! that's why it's a bonus! i don't remember why i did but hey it exists now! it was originally going to be a vehicle for more gay shit but then the angst kind of took over and i really didn't have room for that

wow, what a surprise! i love it when giant structures and the environment itself is alive! even better if the layout is large, confusing, and ever-shifting!

(for people who didn't know me then, at some point before i got into ultrakill, i was writing my own pokemon mystery dungeon lore and the dungeons are alive, in a sense. and they're always changing too)

🫵gay people......v2 Immediately resigned btw the moment they had their own moment of realization and proceeds to pine and does ambiguously gay shit so he can go "nuh uh" if asked. compared to v1 who immediately goes "we have to get married right now. this instant. or im goin g to start biting people"

this is my explanation on robot kisses because they will Not stop. i open my docs. they immediately start making out sloppy style. help

not sure if unhinged is the right word but v2 has little qualms just removing body parts from itself. like yeah part of it doesn't want to do so but that gets outweighed if it thinks that just straight up hurting itself will help with the situation

this doesn't change! in fact, that trait gets a little worse over time!

"yeah im gonna do something you dont like and you cant stop me. whats that? you dont want me to do this anymore? fuck you. im not listening. i cant hear you"

im still workshopping and trying to nail down this trait, but, low empathy v2. the charge/ward thing just changes his priorities and that is the closest thing he can feel in terms of empathy

if v1 is removed as his charge/ward, he's actually quite fine with it being damaged, to a certain extent. like life-threatening stuff is a no go, no matter what, but he's fine if v1's bleeding, compared to having v1 assigned, where he will attempt to fix that as soon as possible

this was supposed to be a vehicle for gay shit </3 you know, trapping your faves in a small box

also i originally planned for an entire ass kabedon when they got out but you know. angst. can't do that anymore

i'm taking clingy not just in the normal sense of physical affection but clingy as in "you're not going anywhere without me"

like most people would try to rescue their loved ones from a near-death experience like this regardless but i just want you to know that was what was going on in my head

it's meant to be a little incomprehensible so i dont just Reveal Straight Up what the referenced event is

trying so hard not to hurt someone you once wanted dead

and that reminded me of a tumblr post so lookie

yay! that doesn't apply as much to them now because they're moving on from the enemies thing but before that? yeag

in an alternate universe i could write them being both lovers and enemies at the same time but that is very hard for me to write, so it's enemies to lovers here. works out for my brain because it keeps generating fluff scenarios all day every day

and that's the end of the wrath fic! i don't think i'll write anything more for it. maybe there will be a bonus 2 chapter idk but dont count on that

who wants to see me liveblog my reaction to my own fic

[talkintrashcann]

Campout - Xavier Thorpe [pt.4]

summary: the friendgroup is going on a camping trip and miscalculated how many tents they needed, so now you have to share a tent with your least favorite person.

warnings: slow burn, enemies to lovers, multiple parts, fear of drowning

word count: 857

a/n: yeah that's right, im back bitches. i seriously lost so much motivation to continue writing this series but i keep getting dms and asks from people expressing how much they love this and how they cant wait for the next chapter. so to all those lovely people, big hugs and kisses to you!

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] . . .

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As you were resting your head against the tree behind you, trying to calm yourself down for a minute, Xavier seemed to have disappeared for a bit. Not that you minded, you could use the moment for yourself. The last thing you wanted was for him to laugh at you for being so scared of a little water. He had most likely just run off somewhere, not wanting to stay near a crybaby like you. But you really couldn't give a damn about where he went, as long as it was far away from you. Tears had finally stopped coming, breathing becoming normal again. The sounds of the birds chirping and the water streaming down the river definitely helped calm you down, you wanted to stay here for a while without having to worry about anything else.

In the meantime, Xavier had gone back towards the salesman to pay for the kayak that was now long gone with the stream, but the man didn't seem to mind once he saw Xavier pull out a check with way more value than the crappy kayak he lost. He even offered him a single person kayak so that he could still continue the race on his own while you stayed here waiting for the others to come back. Turning around to look at your figure peaking out from behind the large tree, he smiled to himself before kindly declining the offer.

You jumped a little when you suddenly saw a hand appearing from behind the tree you were sitting against, holding up a bottle of water out to you. Eyes moving up from the hand to the face of the owner, you gave Xavier a confused look before returning your gaze to the bottle.

"Are you gonna take it or what?". Taking the bottle out of his hands and taking a cold sip, you couldn't help but wonder what had gotten to him all of a sudden. After taking another few sips, you broke the silence by asking him a burning question. "Why did you help me just now?"

"Would you have preferred it if I took you on a three hour kayak trip?". You didn't respond to his question, both already knowing the answer to that.

"Can I ask you something?", he spoke up after a couple seconds of silence.

"Since when do you ask for permission to say something?", completely ignoring what you just said he asked the question that has been on his mind ever since the incident with the kayak earlier.

"What happened back there? I mean, you looked like you'd seen a ghost or something.", knowing that question would come at some point you decided to just be honest and tell him the truth. Besides, you're probably stuck with him for a couple hours, so you didn't think it would hurt to not spend those hours in complete silence.

"I'm scared of drowning and sitting in that kayak just didn't feel safe to me at all. Can't really help it, I've had it for years.". You were looking down at the ground, playing with your fingers in the dirt as you were too afraid to look him in the eye right now. "Go ahead, make a stupid remark. I know you want to."

"I actually think you're really brave for still getting in that kayak, many people would've bolted the second Enid revealed we'd do something with water. That's a whole achievement on it's own, you know.". You stopped playing with the dirt and looked him straight in the eye, trying to find something that would explain his sudden kindness.

"Who are you and what have you done with Xavier.", he chuckled at your response. "Believe it or not, but I'm not an ass all of the time."

"I used to be really afraid of preforming on stage as a kid so my dad always forced me to show my talent to all his famous friends in order for me to overcome my fear, but it wasn't a great success. He was so disappointed that his only son was too afraid to use the one thing that made him unique. I went to therapist after therapist in the hopes that one of them would fix me. But, ironically, disappointing people has become my new biggest fear. It's why I push people away. If I'm not close with anyone I can't disappoint them either, right?"

Realizing that there might have been a logical explanation for Xavier's annoying behavior all this time made you think to yourself; maybe he wasn't so bad after all. He saw you at your most vulnerable moment, and instead of being a complete ass like he usually is, he's opening up about his own vulnerability to give you comfort. You appreciate what he did, you appreciate him. Perhaps you two have more in common than you think. Perhaps you could even become friends after this. It might finally give you some peace, and Enid probably wouldn't mind to have her long awaited relaxing vacation she's been longing for. Or will the two of you create some chaos together now?

To be continued . . .

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[artemismoorea03]

Building Trust (Chirp AU)

MY TURN TO TALK HI GUUUUYYSSS aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HOLY SHIT MY INBOX HAS BEEN EXPLODING LATELTY W H A T . HOW DID WHATAMSDREP IJTRYTHMKL,JHGFDS ONE IM SUPER HONORED TO BE WORKING WITH ARTEMIS ON THIS FIC MAN I JUST. . .. . Y E AH THIER SO COOL EVERYONE.

TWO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE COMMENTS AND KUDOS AND STUFF. IF YOU LIKE THISS STUFF YOU SHOULD CHECK OUT OUR SOLO FIC SERIES TANGLED STAR AND THE MONKIES DESERVE BETTER .

Anyways thank you guys so much for all the love we both really appreciate it and love reading ur comments. Im sitting here at 2am writing this and i already know by the time i wake up yall are gonna be crowding up my inbox.

Again thank you all so much for the appreciation. Cant wait to share all artemis and i have planned :D Grabs Macaque and fucking squishes him WHO WANTS BLORBO CONTENT?!?!??!

Anyways lmao enjoy the chapter !!!

MK wasn’t sure what had happened that day with Macaque and Wukong but what he did know was that it was only the beginning of a lot of changes. Both personally and in his day-to-day life. For starters, he began to chirp at everything almost instinctively.

Stub his toe? Chirp.

Drop something on his foot? Chirp.

Get frustrated or overwhelmed? Chirp.

It got so frequent and often that the other people in his life even began to take notice and question it. Pigsy asked about it and was quick to understand that it was another ‘monkey thing’. Tang thought it was a new type of stim that he was adjusting too and said, ‘it probably feels nice and calming to let out all those frustrations and anxieties so you might be chirping more and more as a buildup of stress’ which made MK feel a bit better about chirping as much, but he still worried about the effect it could have on Macaque and Wukong if they were around.

Speaking of which, both of them were beginning to make appearances around the restaurant more and more since that day. Macaque was quick to check in on him first thing in the morning before MK even properly left his apartment, his shadow figure was standing in the hall of the restaurant. He never stepped out of his shadow, only asking if he was alright, how he was feeling, and checking to make sure his head wasn’t giving him any issues. Macaque would then vanish just as quickly as he showed up just for Wukong to show up a short time later asking the same questions.

Though Wukong had the added question of “ Any sign of that rat Macaque? ”

Something MK quickly decided to lie to his mentor about. He didn’t know what happened that day but did know that he hadn’t really seen his mentor looking that vicious before. He didn’t know if Wukong could tell he was lying but if he did notice he never pointed it out.  

This continued for about a week, getting visits from Macaque and Wukong every other day, though there was once where Macaque visited twice in a row just so he and Wukong started visiting on different days to avoid seeing one another. But each time something similar began to happen until a new pattern formed.

Macaque would stay in the shadows (more so under MK’s bed once he invited the demon into his apartment) and talked to him from under there while avoiding too much light as he talked to MK or just listened to MK ramble. He also occasionally slipped pieces of paper out of the bed that were recipes, notes and even a cut out ad from a magazine.

“What’s this for?” MK asked, looking at the ad. “ Hair-and-fur shampoo? That’s a thing?”

“Yep. It’s how Wukong keeps his hair all ‘ fabulous ’ or whatever.” He said sarcastically. “If the chirping has any implications of anything, bud, you might be changing. I’m not sure how or why, but if you are starting to change I’d look into getting some of that. Normal fur shampoo will destroy your hair and hair shampoo will make your fur sticky.”

“Oh, okay thanks… but what do you mean ‘changing’?”

“Well, think about it. Chirps are the first sounds a cub knows how to make when they’re born. Could be signs that you’re turning into a monkey. Though we probably can’t be sure until you start to chatter… or sprout a tail.” Macaque said, his glowing eyes looking towards the door. “Your dragon friend is here. Cya, bud.”

Then, like that, Macaque slipped out of sight as Mei walked into the room.

“Hey, monkey man~! Are you ready to dance until your feet fall off?!” She said, then looked at MK. “Why are you sitting on the floor?”

“Huh? Oh! I dropped this.” He said, holding up the paper, “Then I sat down and started reading it.”

“What is it?” Mei walked over, looking down at it with a smirk. “ Hair-and-fur Shampoo ? Maybe you should buy some of that for Macaque. Who knows the last time he bathed.” She teased.

“Mei.” MK sighed, “You sound like Wukong.” He got up, putting the paper onto his bedside table.

“Hey, let’s keep the insults to a minimum now.” She said with a huff, “But seriously, what’s with that?”

“Uh… just started thinking, I guess. Since I started chirping I might be changing, so might as well be prepared.”

“Changing? Like what? Monkey puberty?”

MK shrugged, “Something like that. Now, let’s go before the arcade gets too crowded. I don’t want to stand in line forever.”

“Oh! Right! Leggo~” She said, taking his hand and pulling him out of the apartment.

The next day Wukong showed up in the restaurant itself.

“It always smells so good in here~” He said, sniffing the air as he sat at the stool.

“You sure have been showing up here a lot lately.” Pigsy commented, “Not that I don’t mind the business, I mean at least you pay.” He said, shooting a glare at Tang who seemed offended while MK chuckled. “Something going on?”

“Nah, just making sure Macaque keeps his grubby little hands off of you guys. I don’t know what he’s up to lately but if I show up here enough he’ll eventually get tired or face me himself. Either way, MK will be safer if I show myself sometimes.”

MK frowned, tightening his grip on the broom as he began to sweep again.

“I thought Macaque changed? Plus, he didn’t do any serious damage to MK, so… why are you out for blood, Monkey King?” Tang pointed out and Wukong frowned, then sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Macaque has ‘changed’ before.” Wukong said, quietly thanking Pigsy for the noodles and fruit dumplings in front of him. “I don’t want to think that this was like any of the other ‘changes’ but I can’t risk it, plus Macaque being near people - for any reason - is dangerous. For everybody involved.”

“You keep saying that, but what does that even mean?” MK asked, throwing his broom to the ground before he could even process that he was getting mad enough for this. “You say he’s ‘dangerous’ you say ‘he can’t be trusted’ but he saved me from you ! That’s enough for me! He saved me, helped me save you, and yes he did some bad things but he’s not a bad guy!”

Wukong tensed, looking back at him before he sighed. “Listen, bud. There’s a lot about Macaque that you don’t know-”

“THEN TELL ME!” MK said, stomping his foot with rage as the ground trembled slightly. “I don’t know anything about Macaque but I also don’t know anything about you! All I know about you, I read but I… I don’t know you Wukong.” He said, trembling as his eyes burned with frustrated tears. “I don’t know anything other than you picked an everyday, average, boring noodle delivery boy to be your successor…”

“Kid…” Pigsy began, walking around the counter. “Take a breath, you’re going to make yourself sick if you keep working yourself up.” He gently put his hand on MK’s shoulder.

“MK has a point.” Tang hummed, scratching his chin like an older gentleman would rub a beard. “All we know about the Six-Eared Macaque is some of his abilities, the Shadow Play stunt he pulled, and the way he helped us. But on a research standpoint, the Journey to The West only tells us that Macaque is one of four Celestial Primates and that he tried to use your appearance to seek out immortality. We also know that you killed him with your staff before reuniting your group and continuing your journey. Other than that one instance we have no idea what Macaque has done, and weighing the ‘good’ and ‘bads’ of the situation he’s helped more than harmed.”

Wukong popped a dumpling into his mouth, his tail swishing in a way that almost implied frustration like a cat read to pounce. “Well, there’s more to it than that. A lot more. But, no matter what that filthy monkey’s done… I have a promise to keep to him.”

“A promise?” Pigsy said as MK rubbed tears out of his eyes.

Wukong nodded, “Yeah, a promise. It’s not that I don’t want to tell you about why he’s dangerous but I promised Macaque that I wouldn’t mention it to anybody… though that was a long time ago. Before I killed him…” He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, “But for respect to the Macaque of the past I’m going to keep my mouth shut. Sorry, bud…”

MK shook his head, “Whatever… I’m going on my break.” He said, his voice wavering as he walked out of the building.

MK stomped down the street, trying to calm his heart which was pounding so hard in his chest he felt dizzy. The world was so loud when he was this upset, it was like everybody in Megapolis had microphones and big speakers attached to their backs and were all screaming at the same time. It was loud, crowded, and overwhelming.

His hands found their way to his hair, pulling at the strands as he tried to distract himself from how busy his mind was becoming with each step.

‘ He promised Macaque not to say, that means he’s doing it for Macaque, but it’s also hurting Macaque! Shouldn’t a promise not count if the person you made that promise to is suffering?! ’ He thought, tugging his hair again. ‘ Macaque needs people too, and you keep chasing everybody away from him all for a promise? Unless that promise was to make sure he was alone forever I don’t think he should keep it, and even if it was… shouldn’t the ‘respect for the past Macaque’ carry on now? If the past Macaque is hurting like the Macaque in the present then we should help him. ’

Mk took a sharp breath in, the afternoon air filling his lungs and attempting to calm him. Yet that incessant pounding in his chest wouldn't cease.The pounding was beginning to hurt, his breathing was unsteady and his eyes blurred with tears threatening to fall. It was all so frustrating. Every time Wukong did this it was like…no matter how much they go through, how close they get Wukong just won't talk to him. First the Lady Bone Demon, then the Samadhi fire, and now this! Mk let their breath out and ungripped his hands. Letting go of his hair and letting his arms fall to his sides.

He tried to steady his breathing but it wouldn't work with him, the frustration and anger grew within him with every new thought crossing his mind. He wishes he was strong enough to face Monkey King and get him to tell him everything, with no lies or excuses. The complete and utter truth, yet that seems too hard for Monkey king to do.

Mk’s walk is blinded by his thoughts and the tears that drip onto the concrete. He doesn't really know where he’s going and he doesn't care much. He just keeps walking while his frustrated mind and pounding heart guide him through the city. When he finally stops it's because he can't walk anymore. His legs have become sore and his frustrations have become too much for him. He needs to sit down.

Mk raises his head to look for a seat and something calms in his when he notices Macaques dojo not too far from him. He doesn't know how he made it all the way here yet he doesn't seem to care. His legs move on their own, walking towards the dojo with every step becoming quicker by the second till he’s full-on sprinting towards the dojo. When he gets there he throws open the door and finds Macaque in the main training room.

He’s panting while standing in a fighting stance, he’s not wearing a shirt so he must have been solo training. Mk knows he doesn't look good or okay, he wishes the thoughts weren't so deafening so maybe he could have thought to wipe away the tears and snot. Breathe the red out of his cheeks and nose. Then walk into the dojo with his usual big bright smile so Macaque didn't have to deal with this. With him.

Mk doesn't realize he chokes on his breathing, little sobs that escape him as he tries to breathe normally again. So he definitely doesn't notice the sad chirp he makes and what it does to Macaque the moment he hears it.

He doesn't have to know anything wrong, he shouldn't have to burden himself with his issues, it's not his problem, Mk’s just too sensitive for his own good and gets too upset over every little thing. It's really pathetic and stupid an-.

Arms wrap around Mk and pull him into a warm embrace, Mk is quick to throw his arms around Macaque and sob into dark fur. Between sobs, sad chirps continue to escape his lips. He lets Macaque pick him up and carry him somewhere. He doesn't know exactly where since dark fur covers his eyes as he continues to cry out his overwhelming frustrations. He’s suddenly set down in the middle of something familiar and soft. Mk opens his eyes and recognizes the familiar blankets and pillows beneath him.

It's the nest he and Macaque made the first time Mk had started chirping. He had kept it here? Mk’s hiccups and sobs crawled up his throat again as he was suddenly left alone without him ever noticing. He looks around the dim room for Macaque but doesn't see him anywhere, not in the room, not in the shadows. He’s nowhere to be found. What, did he just dump him in here to cry so he didn't bother Macaque with his annoying crying. He should have known, he should have known not to come and just cried it out on his own like he normally does. Instead of burdening other people with his issues. He should have known that he wouldn't get the comfort he sought for most.

He chirped again, this one louder than any he’s ever done before, then he sobbed and after another chirp. This repeating pattern of sobs and chirps as he curled up and hid his face into his knees is what causes something to drop outside. He grips onto his hair again, hands desperate to do anything while he sobs.

Suddenly something breaks closer to him and then hits the wall, before Mk can register what exactly that sound was he’s being pulled into those same warm warms and soft frantic apologies.

“I'm sorry, I'm so so so sorry.” Something else warm and fluffy wrapped over Mk’s back and then around Macaque.

“Im wasn't gonna be gone for long. I'm sorry, see I grabbed a blanket for you. I'm sorry.”  Macaque wrapped an arm around Mk’s back rubbing gentle circles and his other hand combed Mk’s hair.

“Shhh, it's okay, let it out, let it all out.”

Mk grabbed onto Macaque as if his life depended on it, letting out frustrations even he didn't think he was still holding.

First Wukong not talking to him, avoiding the subject like he always did, leading to the Lady Bone Demon disaster, his best friend almost burning alive within the samadhi fire, Wukong getting possessed. Anything and everything going wrong till their on their last legs, barely coming up with a plan to save the world from being completely destroyed.

It all weighed so heavy on him, sure everything is okay now…but it isn't. It's not okay, nothing is okay and it hasn't been for a long time.

So he cries, he cries and he cries till his throat is sore, till his arms become too stiff to hold on anymore and he leans limp against Macaque.  Face red and stained with tears. Macaque grabs something off to the side and brings it close to Mk’s face, he wipes away the snot and tears then throws the tissue in a random corner to deal with later. Mk isn't crying anymore, tears still build and fall down his face but he can't bring himself to care. He’s too tired to care at all over something as small as a tear.

Mk blinks and looks around, Macaque's house is the same as ever, he doesn’t know if that's a good or bad thing. The nest is mostly the same, a few pillows in different places but that's the only difference. Mk wonders for a moment if Macaque’s been sleeping in the nest since they made it, if it's still here then it must be being used. Right? Mk hums to himself with that thought and looks at Macaque. He can't really see his face since he’s leaning against his chest, but because of the angle, he notices scar’s on Macaque's chest. Weirdly placed scars that seem familiar but Mk cant-

Oh.

“Macaque?” Mk croaks, his voice sore and quiet due to all his crying.

“Hmm, yes? Do you need some water, another blanket?”

“Your trans?” Mk asks, looking up at macaque now, still leaning against him.

Macaque stared down at Mk, taking a breath in before answering. “...yeah,” he says, tightening his hold on Mk just slightly. Mk hums, putting his head back down.

“Me too.” he yawns, fighting the urge to let his eyes close.

“Really?” Macaque asks gently, combing through Mk’s now untangled hair. It wasn't much of a real question as it was to keep Mk distracted. Macaque had his suspicions but didn't comment on it. Felt it best not too.

“Mhm,” Mk hums, relaxing into the touch on his scalp. Something about the gentle caresses through his hair is just so…relaxing. So comforting. More so than any other form of comfort he’s experienced. It's soothing enough to just, fall asleep.

“Mei…Mei helped me get binders…and” Mk yawns “cut my hair….”

“I think you make a fine young man Mk.” Macaque hums, resting his head onto Mk’s head.

Mk sighs and finally closes his eyes “hmm, thanks…Momma.”

Macaque’s breath hitches, his fingers in Mk’s hair pauses and his tail lightly thumps against the floor.

“M…Mk?”

Mk deosnt reply.

“Kid?”

Mk breathes slowly and gently against his chest.

Macaque resumes his combing, letting his cub sleep. He needs the rest after crying that much. He can't bring himself to wake him up just to….

Momma

Macaque breathes, shaken and unsteady. His head still atop Mk’s. he doesn't know what to do when his heart leaps and something unfamiliar and scary builds in his chest. Yet it doesn't hurt, it doesn't make him cry. It's warm and protective. So he lets the feeling stay as he holds Mk against him. And with a sigh, he closes his eyes and lets himself rest.

Macaque stays there for a moment, not wanting to move MK from where he was clearly comfortable but after what happened last time MK was here he wasn't so sure. So after a moment of hesitation, he grabbed MK’s phone, but this time he didn’t bother just texting Pigsy or even calling him. Instead, he sent Pigsy’s contact to his own phone, then used his phone to call the restaurant.

“ Pigsy’s Noodles, home to the world's longest noodle. We’re not currently doing take-out orders but pick-ups are available. ” Pigsy’s voice said and Macaque hesitated.

“Pigsy, it’s Macaque. Don’t say anything, please, I know Wukong is there.”

A bit of silence, “ I see, how can I help you? ” Pigsy asked and Macaque let out a relieved sigh.

“MK just showed up at my place crying his eyes out. I don’t know what happened but I can guess… I just didn’t want you guys to worry. He’s with me, he’s safe, he’s just sleeping.”

“ Got it. Alright then. ”

“Do you want me to bring him back? I can take him to his apartment after Wukong leaves.”

More silence before Pigsy let out a sound that almost sounded like a sigh of acceptance. “ You know what, I don’t think we’re interested tonight. How about you keep the delivery at your warehouse tonight and drop it off tomorrow? I’m not sure we have the room in storage for it. ”

Macaque felt his eyes start to burn with tears as his tail flicked slightly. “Really?”

“ Yeah, why not. Other than a few bruised veggies I’ve never had any issues with your company. Just know that I’ll be keeping my eye on you and I’ll be sure to check the goods for bruises and damages upon drop off. Understood? ”

“I understand. Thank you, Pigsy… thank you.”

“ Don’t thank me. Enjoy your day off. ” Pigsy said then hung up.

Macaque looked at his phone before he put it down and relaxed.

Pigsy trusted him? After everything he’d done, Pigsy still trusted him? It was amazing and made his chest feel tight. Pigsy trusted him with MK, and he trusted him enough with him that he was letting MK stay the night. Though this did come with a bit of preparation.

Moving slowly he formed a clone to take his spot as MK’s pillow, continuing the pattern of hair petting that Macaque had been doing before Macaque left the room. He went to a more lofted area where his hammock was spread out and his clothes were discarded all around the room. He scrunched his nose, going towards the wardrobe as his tail swished. He didn’t have a lot of clean clothes left but he had a long-sleeved red shirt and black sweatpants with a blue and black “RavenClaw” patch on the left thigh.

‘ They’re all I’ve got to work with so he can use these. I just hope they’re not too big. ’ He thought, grabbing them both and taking it to the nest. He then put the clothes down on the corner of the nest, checking on the clone who gave a smile and a thumbs up telling Macaque that he can keep doing what he was doing.

Macaque smiled softly walking back into the main part as his tail swished.

‘ Now… dinner. What do kids eat? Noodles? It's too risky with Wukong there. Uh… maybe I have something ?” He thought, walking over to his cupboards.

Moldy bread, soggy old crackers, rice that had been gotten into by mice (gross), the milk could have been categorized as its own ecosystem just by looking at it through the carton, and there was something growing in a tupperware at the back of the fridge. Macaque’s ears drooped slightly, as he began to dump all of the food into the trash. One trash bag turned into two, then three. Finally, all that was left was canned soups that expired nearly a year prior. Hell, there was even a can that expired 5 years ago.

‘ What is this my emotional support can of soup? Why did I bring this everywhere with me? ’ He thought, flicking his tail with annoyance as he held it over the trash bag. ‘ It’s probably still good though. ’ He decided, putting it back in the cupboard.

Once the cupboards and fridge were clear of old and rotten food he took the bags out towards the alleyway dumpster. He then got to work on clearing the counter of old, broken, moldy, or plastic/paper dishes were either thrown away or put in the sink to be washed.

‘ When was the last time I cleaned? Why am I cleaning now? I guess it’s a good idea, MK could get sick if I don’t. I need to make sure the dojo is at least safe for him to walk through and stuff. ’ He thought, tying off another bag once it was full.

He continued cleaning the dojo, little by little making mental notes about broken glass, broken pieces of floor, and anything that was growing in corners. The longer he worked the more comfortable got until finally, he reached a point of comfort in the situation that he even began to sing and hum to himself.

Songs from musicals, old songs he’d caught others singing or new songs he’d heard over the radio. It didn’t matter, he sang whatever came to mind as he cleaned.

The dojo - for the first time since he trained MK - felt light and warm. A new kind of safety, comfort, and joy seemed to flow through the broken windows and empty halls. But why couldn’t he have done this when MK wasn’t here? Why could he only do it now that MK was sleeping in the other room? It didn’t make sense but honestly, Macaque didn’t need it to make sense.

Because it felt right.

It felt safe .

‘ Mama… ’ He thought again, ‘ I think I could get used to that… ’

When MK woke up it was to the sound of singing from another room. He blinked open his eyes, whimpering at the tightness in his chest where his binder sat as he sat up and rubbed his ribs. He then went to speak to Macaque who was now sitting behind him just to pale slightly when he realized by the slightly off appearance that it was a clone.

“Macaque?” He asked hesitantly as the clone picked up some clothes from the edge of the nest and held it out to him. The clone then tapped his shoulder where the binder straps sat. “You want me to change?”

The clone nodded.

‘ Macaque’s clones are strange… they’re not like mine but they’re not like Wukongs. It’s weird. ’

MK grabbed the clothes then got up as the clone dropped into the shadows and slipped out of the room without saying a word. MK then shook his head, pulling off his shirt before putting it on the nest. He then rolled up the binder slightly, slipping his thumbs under the shoulder straps as he pulled it up then over his head. The shirt that had been given to him was a bit dusty but not unbearably so and thick enough to hide himself. He shook the dust out of it, before pulling it on, the large shirt going down to his upper thighs making him feel like a little kid in his dad’s shirt. It was fun! He then pulled off his jeans, replacing it with RavenClaw pajama bottoms.

‘ RavenClaw, huh? ’ He thought, tying the strings so that they were snug around his waist. The only problem was that the pants had a small hole in the back for Macaque’s tail, but at least the shirt covered the hole. ‘ This is nice… but why? ’ He thought, picking up his phone as he looked at the messages he’d received since falling asleep.

Wukong had sent; Sorry, bud. We’ll talk about it someday, I promise. I hope you’re not too mad. Please be safe.

The message had hurt a bit, but knowing that it was as close to an answer as he was going to get for a while he just let out a sigh and went to the other message he’d gotten.

Pigsy had said; Told the monkey to watch after you tonight, that being said your window is unlocked if you want to come home. Take care of yourself, kiddo. We’ll see you tomorrow.

MK smiled, that explained some things at least. If Macaque was told to let him stay then of course Macaque would try to find him something to sleep in. Though, that didn’t tell him what the singing was about.

Walking towards the door he slowly peeked out and into the main area of the dojo. To his surprise it was clean. Something that MK hadn’t seen since he had been training with Macaque. Though there was something even more surprising and that was the fact that Macaque was the one singing as he swept the floors. He looked and sounded so happy.

‘ Did he want a sleepover that badly? ’ MK thought, stepping the rest of the way out. “M-Macaque?”

Macaque quickly turned, then cleared his throat. “O-oh! Hey, bud. How’d you sleep?” He asked, looking a bit sheepish.

“Good, how long was I out?”

“Uh, about an hour or two? How do the clothes fit?”

“They’re a bit big, but they’re cozy.” MK said, gently flapping the sleeves of the shirt as they fell over his hands.

To both the surprise of MK and Macaque the dark-furred monkey let out a soft almost purring-like noise before he coughed into his fist.

“Great! Uh, so I don’t have a lot of things to eat so I hope you can at least tolerate some of this canned stuff?”

MK looked at the options, eventually picking up one of the cans. “I’ll try this one. Pigsy spoils me quite a bit so I don’t eat a lot of canned things.” He laughed.

“That’s good. Canned shit isn’t good for people to eat all the time.” Macaque said, grabbing a can and opening it with the can opener before gently taking MK’s can and popping it open too. He then poured the contents of MK’s can into a pot and put it on the stove while he just grabbed a fork and began to eat straight out of the can.

“You’ve done a lot of cleaning, it looks really good.” MK said, watching as Macaque’s tail flicked at the praise.

“Yeah? Don’t know what got into me if I’m being honest. Just kinda started and didn’t stop, y’know?”

MK nodded, “Yeah, I get it. You should have woken me up though, I could have helped.”

“No way, cub. You’re a guest, you don’t get to clean.” He said, stirring the pot for a moment. “So… wanna talk about what made you so sad?”

MK looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “I… was arguing with Wukong. It was dumb and I lost my temper so I stormed off like a child.”

Macaque shook his head, “Cub, you are a child, that doesn’t mean that you’re acting childish. You were hurt, mad, and sad. Your fight-or-flight kicked in and you chose flight until you could calm down. Knowing when to walk away, especially when you’re pissed , is important.” He said, booping MK’s nose with his tail, making MK giggle.

“Really?”

“Of course, bud. If you never knew when to walk away from an argument then every little squabble would turn into a fight to the death. It’s just as important to know when to walk away as it is to know when to keep on fighting.” Macaque said, pulling the food off of the heat, pouring it into a bowl with a spoon that he sat at an island for MK to eat.

“But… I thought heroes were never supposed to back down from a fight?”

Macaque shook his head, “Nah, the real heroes are the ones who know which fights need to be fought to the end.” He said, taking another bite of his cold still-canned food.

MK nodded slowly, sitting at the island as he began to eat his food. “Macaque… why does Wukong keep saying you’re dangerous?”

He regretted asking the question as soon as it came out, watching the way the monkey bristled slightly then looked down as though avoiding the scolding of a parent.

“Because I am dangerous, MK. Sun Wukong… he’s right about that. I’ve hurt people, a lot of people including him… especially him. Wukong isn’t wrong for trying to keep me away from you and honestly if I could stand breaking your heart even just a little I would be staying away from you because I know that Wukong is keeping his eyes on me. He doesn’t trust me, and he has no reason to.”

“But you’re different, you’ve changed! You’re-”

Macaque put his can in the trash before he walked over, gently taking MK’s face between his hands. “I’m dangerous. Even if I’m not a danger to you at this moment… I’m still dangerous.”

“But how ? What aren’t you guys telling me? Why do you guys insist on keeping secrets from me to protect me but don’t explain when they hurt me?” He asked, not as angry as before but still just as hurt.

Macaque’s golden eyes scanned MK’s face sadly, “Okay… I’ll tell you a little, but I can’t tell you the full thing. Okay?”

MK relaxed, he would finally get answers? Really? Or was this just another trick? Gods, he was sick of tricks.

“Remember that story I told you; the one about the Hero and the Warrior?”

MK shuddered and Macaque shrunk down on himself slightly.

“I’m going to take that as ‘I wish I could forget’.” He said sadly, fixing MK’s hair before he jumped up onto the counter and sat down. Macaque rubbed his hands on his face, “Well, do you remember the part where I mentioned ‘the sun and the moon’?”

“I think so?”

“‘ The Hero and the Warrior were like the Sun and the Moon. Their light a protective glow shining upon the world. Together, there was nothing that could stop the two of them. Either in the Celestial Realms or on Earth’ .” He said and MK frowned, wondering where this was going. “It wasn’t all… metaphorical. I mean, most of it was but… not all of it. See… the moon itself has no light of its own. It doesn’t glow or shine at all without the help of the sun. But if the sun left the moon could - hypothetically - get other light from nearby stars. Does that make sense?”

“Not at all.” MK said as Macaque let out a soft laugh.

“Alright, more direct then. My powers are weak, bud. I have very little power compared to Monkey King - to you - but I am able to absorb access powers that more powerful Demons and Celestials put out in their day-to-day lives. It’s how I was able to do all that stuff with your powers the first time we met. But that was ‘the moon’ forcefully stealing light from the ‘sun’ and the ‘stars’.”

‘OH, I’M A STAR! Okay, things might make a bit more sense now.’ He thought but kept listening.

“With more casual and comfortable friendships and relationships and whatever I can gain power even faster. But… at a cost.”

“What kind of cost?” MK asked.

Macaque hesitated, ruffling his hair. “Story for another day, bud. Eat your food, that stuff tastes terrible cold.”

“Oh, okay… Wait, then why did you eat yours cold?!”

Macaque laughed, “Lack of self-preservation, don’t worry about it.”

“I’m immediately worried about it.” MK said with a soft scowl.

Macaque placed his hand on Mk’s face and gently pushed, chuckling at the way Mk’s face scrunches up and he stumbles in place. “Don't.” Macaque removes his hand and jumps off of the table. Then sets his empty bowl into the sink.

“I will.” Mk retorts immediately, staring down Macaque.

Macaque takes the empty dish from Mk’s hands and boops his nose, again chuckling as his face scrunches up cutely.

“ Ack, stop doing that!” Mk demands, watching Macaque put the dish in the sink.

“Hmmm.” Macaque approaches Mk.

“No,” he says, booping Mk’s nose again and earning the same reaction. Mk shakes his head and glares up at Macaque with no real venom while Macaque just smirks. Macaque reaches up to do it again but is stopped when Mk grabs his arm and then slaps his hand onto Macaque's face. Macaque lets out a surprised noise and brings up his other hand to grab at Mk but he lets go of Macaque and runs off laughing.

Macaque huffs and chases him, back into the room where the nest is. He vaguely recognizes how broken his doorknob is. Look he’s not accountable for the things his instincts do, he heard a crying baby. He's gonna break anything and anyone to get to the crying baby.

Suddenly Macaque is attacked by a heavy pillow hitting him in the face

“Hah payback!” Mk yells pointing at Macaque with another pillow in hand. Macaque pulls his pillow down and raises an eyebrow at Mk’s giggling shenanigans.

“Ooooh you do not want to go down that route kiddo,,”  Macaque says playfully. Mk’s glare on Macaque hardens.

“Bring it. Old man. ”

Macaque gasps with half fake offense “you little-” Macaque leaps towards Mk and Mk yelps, jumping away from Macaque with his pillow.

Macaque is quick to drop the pillow and chase Mk on all fours, jumping on different tables and chairs as Mk continues to scream and run through the room. Dodging Macaques every ‘attack’. Till finnaly Mk trips on a blanket and Macaque leaps to grab Mk, they both yell and tumble into the nest laughing. They end up in the middle of the nest, Mk laying on Macaques side and both of them laughing till their lungs hurt.  

“Haha…who’s old now… squirt, ” Macaque said between laughs and breathes.

“Still you.” Mk laughed out.

Macaque grabbed Mk by the middle with a fake roar and pulled him close. Again Mk yelped and faked an attempt at escaping.

“Nooooooooo!” Mk laughed while Macaque dug his head into Mk’s head.

“Yeeeeeeessss!” Macaque grumbled.

Macaque smiled, loosening his grip on MK slightly, before running his finger through the kid's hair once again. “As fun as all of this is, if you keep picking a fight I will have no choice but to bring out the big guns and break my promise to your father~”

“Big guns?” MK tilted his head, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, if you keep calling me old, I’ll have to do this. ” He grabbed MK’s headband, using it to turn his head to the side before he blew a raspberry on MK’s cheek.

MK let out a shriek, kicking his feet as he laughed, grabbing at his headband. “Stop! Mercy! You win!”

“Oh? Are you sure? Because there’s a lot more where that came from, I’ve been saving them.” Macaque said as MK chuckled.

“I’m sure.” MK said, “You’re not old.”

“Good.” Macaque let him go and relaxed.

“You’re ancient. ”

“OI!” He said, grabbing MK again. But this time he rolled Mk over forcefully and pulled him into his chest. The little cub squirmed a bit but Macaque didn't let go, even as his tail grabbed the nearby blanket and pulled it over them. Mk finally freed his head from Macaque's hold and took a deep dramatic breath in.    

“You stink.”

“What?”

“Your old and your stinky,” Mk said digging his face back into Macaques fur.

“Am I really?” Macaque chuckles lightly.

“Yeah and I bet you snore like an old man, an old stinky man.”

“Your so kind.” Macaque sighs.

“Mhm, I know.” Mk smiles, wrapping his arms around Macaque. Macaque does the same, then commands a shadow to reach up and flip the light switch. Turning off all the lights of the room.

The moonlight is now the only thing illuminating the room. Macaque traces its light with his eyes and how it leaks through his windows and over the various pieces of furniture and blankets till it reaches Mk. His cub really is adorable, especially with the light illuminating his features. If Mk didn't look like he was trying to fall asleep Macaque would pinch his cheek right here and now bit decided against it to let him sleep peacefully.

Macaque wrapped his tail around Mk and sighed, again noting how the moonlight covers his cub. His cub, normally illuminated by the sun’s blinding light. Now here resting within the moon's dim lights, happily content and comfortable.

Macaque only wishes he could experience this more often.

Mk slurps loud and obnoxiously on his cheese tea, then munches down on a fresh and hot croissant.

Macaque had nothing good or fresh to eat for breakfast, he should probably get some for the next time Mk comes around. As long as other food things. He’d sure like to try some new snacks along with making sure Mk was fed well whenever he was around. But since he didn't have any good things to eat this morning he decided to buy himself and Mk some breakfast. Mk had insisted on cheese tea while the croissant was Macaque's idea.

“Thanks, Macaque!” Mk said, muffled by the croissant stuffed into his mouth.

“Sure.” Macaque tapped Mk’s back with his hand, gently pushing him “but maybe you should try taking smaller bites”

Mk leans over due to the push and his face scrunches up, he then straightens up and with his eyes closed tightly he swallows the entirety of the croissant. Macaque silently prepares himself to care for a choking cub, he’s sure that after this Pigsy is going to beat him away with a wooden spoon the next time he comes around. Although it seems Mk’s just fine as he throws a thumbs up with his free hand

“Hah, did it!”

“Why?” Macaque asks. Mk hums

“Because I can!’ He decides and Macaque chuckles to himself while shaking his head.

When they get to the noodle shop Macaque tenses, searching for any sign of Wukong yet he finds none, and most-not all he’d be a fool if he let down his guard tension falls.

“Hi, Pigsy!” Mk yells out, waving to the pig demon at the front of his shop messing with the open sign.

“Hey kid” Pigsy waves. Mk runs over to Pigsy leaving Macaques's side empty. As he approaches the two talking he takes notice of how empty it feels without Mk beside him, his tail gently grazing the ground where Mk once stood beside him. He dug his hands into his pockets and looked around the street. Trying not to feel awkward as Mk and Pigsy talked.

That is until the pig approached him with a white bag in his hand.

“Good job with the kid,” He said, holding the bag on his side. Macaque nodded.

“Y-yeah, anytime…for him,” Macaque said, watching as Pigsy stared him down. He almost felt like he was on the chopping block as Pigsy searched for something within him. Whatever he was searching for he seemed to find because the next thing he knows Pigsy is shoving the white bag into his arms.

“The kid likes you, I don't know why…I don't know what he sees in you but it's something…”

Macaque notes how the bag is warm with a container inside.

“Whatever it is for his sake I hope he’s right…about you”

Macaque sniffs the air and realizes its noodles, fresh and warm noodles.

“Don't disappoint him, okay,” Pigsy says. Letting Macaque grab the bag and removing his own arm from his chest to step back.

Macaque looks up from the bag and to Pigsy. Something clicks in him. Seeing Pigsy confront him while Mk stands a bit of a ways behind him. Just enough so that their conversation is private but Mk is still present. Pigsy cares for Mk just as much as Macaque does. Protective and warm. He wants to hold onto this feeling. He never wants to let it go. Not again. He can't ever let his light fade from his life again.

“Okay…”

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Hehehe i wrote the breakdown scene btw hehehhee If ur from my fics YOU KNOW THE DRILL LINE UP Kicks bucket TEARS GO IN HERE THANK YOU VERY MUCH. FOR COMPENSATION YOU GET A WEIGHTED BLANKET AND A HOT DRINK. Thank you so much for reading. See you guys next time!!! -Stella

(Stella is so awesome, if you haven't checked out their stuff you should. Their writing and art is just absolutely amazing! I also hope that these chapters help make up for the lack of chapters of Monkies Aren't Alright lately. I'm trying to give the Season 4 Specials/Season 4 to come out in English. But I'm still working on it, I promise :D) - Ari

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disability in the Six Of Crows Duology; an analysis of Kaz Brekker, Wylan Van Eck, and the fandom’s treatment of them.

****Note: I originally wrote this for a tiktok series, which im still going to do, but i wanted to post here as well bc tumblr is major contributor to what im going to talk about

CW: ableism, filicide, abuse

In the Six of Crows duology, Leigh Bardugo delicately subverts and melds harmful disability tropes into her narrative, unpacking them in a way that I, as a disabled person, found immensely refreshing and…. just brilliant. 

But what did you all do with that? Well, you fucked it up. Instead of critically looking at the characters, y’all just chose to be ableist. 

For the next few videos paragraphs im going to unpack disability theory (largely the stuff surrounding media, for obvious reasons) and how it relates to Six Of Crows and the characterization of Kaz Brekker and Wylan Van Eck, then how, despite their brilliant writing, y’all completely overlooked the actual text and continuously revert them to ableist cariactures.

Disclaimer: 1. Shocker - i am disabled. I have also extensively researched disability theory and am very active in the disabled community. Basically, I know my shit. 2. im going to be mad in these videos this analysis. Because the way y’all have been acting has been going on for a long ass time and im fuckin sick of it. I don’t give a shit about non-disabled feelings, die mad

Firstly, I’m going to discuss Kaz, his play on the stereotypical “mean cripple” trope and how Bardugo subverts it, his cane, and disabled rage. Then, I am going to discuss Wylan, the “inspiration porn” stereotype, caregivers / parents, and the social model of disability. Finally, I will then explain the problems in the fandom from my perspective as a disabled person, largely when it comes to wylan, bc yall cant leave that boy tf alone.

Kaz Brekker

Think of a character who uses a cane (obviously not Kaz). Now, are they evil, dubiously moral, or just an asshole in general? Because nearly example I can think of is: whether it be Lots’O from Toy Story, Lucius Malfoy, or even Scrooge and Mr.Gold from Once Upon A Time all have canes (the last two even having their canes appear less and less as they become better people)

The mean/evil cripple trope is far more common than you would think. Villains with different bodies are confined to the role of “evil”. To quote TV Tropes, who I think did a brilliant job on explaining it “The first is rooted in eugenics-based ideas linking disability or other physical deformities with a "natural" predisposition towards madness, criminality, vice, etc. The Rule of Symbolism is often at work here, since a "crippled" body can be used to represent a "crippled" soul — and indeed, a disabled villain is usually put in contrast to a morally upright and physically "perfect" hero. Whether consciously on the part of the writer or not, this can reinforce cultural ideas of disability making a person inherently inferior or negative, much in the same way the Sissy Villain or Depraved Homosexual trope associate sexual and gender nonconformity with evil. ”

Our introduction to Kaz affirms this notion of him being bad or morally bankrupt, with “Kaz Brekker didn’t need a reason”, etc. This mythologized version of himself, the “bastard of the barrel” actively fed into this misconception. But, as we the audience are privy to his inner thoughts, know that he is just a teenager like every other Crow. He is complex, his disability isn’t this tragic backstory, he just fell off a roof. It’s not his main motivation, nor does he curse revenge for making him a cripple - it is just another part of who he is. 

His cane (though the shows version fills me with rage but-) is an extension of Kaz - he fights with it, but it has a purpose. Another common thing in media is for canes to be simply accessories, but while Kaz’ cane is fashionable, it has purpose.

The quote “There was no part of him that was not broken, that had not healed wrong and there was no part of him that was not stronger for having been broken.” is so fucking powerful. Kaz does not want nor need a cure - its said in Crooked Kingdom that his leg could most likely be healed, but he chooses not to. Abled-bodied people tend to dismiss this thought as Kaz being stubborn but it shows a reality of acceptance of his disability that is just, so refreshing.

In chapter 22 of SOC, we see disabled rage done right - when he is called a cripple by the Fjerdan inmate, Kaz is pissed - the important detail being that he is pissed at the Fjerdan, at society for ableism, not blaming it on being disabled or wishing he could be normal. He takes action, dislocating the asshole’s shoulder and proving to him, and to a lesser extent, himself, that he is just as capable as anyone else, not in spite of, but because he is disabled. And that is the point of Kaz, harking back to the line that “there was no part of him that was not stronger for having been broken”. 

I cried on numerous occasions while reading the SOC duology, but the parts I highlighted in this section especially so. I, as many other disabled people do, have had a long and tumultuous relationship with our disability/es, and for many still struggle. But Kaz Brekker gave me an empowered disabled character who accepts themselves, and that means the world to me. 

Keeping that in mind, I hope you can understand why it hurts so much to disabled people when you either erase Kaz’s disability (whether through cosplay or fanfiction), or portray him as a “broken boy uwu”, especially implying that he would want a cure. That flies in the face of canon and is inherently fucking ableist. (if u think im mad wait until the next section)

Next, we have Wylan.  

Oh fucking boy. 

I love Wylan so fucking much, and y’all just do not seem to understand his character? Like at all? Since this is disability-centric, I’m not going to discuss how the intersection of his queerness also contributes to these issues, but trust me when I say it’s a contributing factor to what i'm going to say.

Wylan, motherfucking Van Eck. If you ableist pricks don’t take ur fucking hands off him right now im going to fight you. I see Wylan as a subversion another, and in my opinion more insidious stereotype pf disabled people - inspiration porn.

Cara Liebowitz in a 2015 article on the blog The Body Is Not An Apology explains in greater detail how inspiration porn is impactful in real life, but media is a major contributing factor to this reality. The technical definition is “the portrayal of people with disabilities as inspirational solely or in part on the basis of their disability” - but that does not cover it fully. 

Inspiration porn does lasting damage on the disabled community as it implies that disability is a negative that you need to “overcome” or “triumph” instead of something one can feel proud of. It exploits disabled people for the development of non-disabled people, and in media often the white male protagonist. Framing disability as inherently negative perpetuates ideals of eugenics and cures - see Autism $peaks’ “I Am Autism” ad. Inspiration porn is also incredibly patronizing as it implies that we cannot take care of ourselves, or do things like non-disabled people do. Because i stg some of you tend to think that we just sit around all day wishing we weren’t disabled. 

Another important theory ideal that is necessary when thinking about Wylan is the experience of feeling like a burden simply for needing help or accommodations. This is especially true when it comes to familial relationships, and internalized ableism.

The rhetoric that Wylan’s father drilled into his head, that he is “defective”, “a mistake”, and “needs to be corrected”, that he (Jan) was “cursed with a moron for a child” is a long held belief that disabled people hear relentlessly. And while many see Van Eck’s attempted murder of Wylan as “preposturous” and overall something that you would never think happens today - filicide (a parent murdering their child) is more common than you would like to believe. Without even mentioning the countless and often unreported deaths of disabled people due to lack of / insufficient / neglectful medical care, in a study on children who died from the result of household abuse, 40 of 42 of them (95%) were diagnosed with disabilities. Van Eck is not some caricature of ableist ideals - he is a real reflection on how many people and family members view disability. 

Circling back to how Wylan unpacks the inspiration porn trope - he is 3 dimensional, he is not only used to develop the other characters, he is just *chefs kiss* Leigh, imo, put so much love and care into the creation of Wylan and his story and character growth that is representative of a larger feeling in the disabled community. 

That being said, what you non-disabled motherfuckers have done to him.

The “haha Wylan can’t read” jokes aren’t and were not funny. Y’all literally boiled down everything Wylan is to him being dyslexic. And it’s like,,,, the only thing you can say about him. You ignore every other part of him other than his disability, and then mock him for it. There’s so much you can say about Wylan - simping for Jesper, being band kid and playing the fuckin flute, literally anything else. But no, you just chose to mock his disability, excellent fucking job!

Next up on “ableds stfu” - infantilization! y’all are so fucking condescending to Wylan, and treat him like a fucking toddler. And while partly it is due to his sexuality i think a larger portion is him being disabled. Its in the same vein of people who think that Wylan and Jesper are romantically one sided, and that Jesper only kind of liked Wylan, despite the canon evidence of him loving Wylan just as much. You all view him as a “smol bean”, who needs protecting, and care, when Wylan is the opposite of that. He is a fucking demolitions expert who suggested waking up sleeping men to kill them - what about that says “uwu”. You are treating Wylan as a burden to Jesper and the other Crows when he is an immensely valuable, fully autonomous disabled person - you all just view him as damaged. 

And before I get a comment saying that “uhhh Wylan isn’t real why do you care” while Wylan may not be real, how you all view him and treat him has real fucking impacts and informs how you treat people like me. If someone called me an “uwu baby boy” they’d get a fist square in the fucking jaw. Fiction informs how we perceive the world and y’all are making it super fucking clear how you see disabled people. 

Finally, I wanted to talk about how the social model of disability is portrayed through Wylan. For those who are unaware, the social model of disability contrasts the medical model, that views the disability itself as the problem, that needs to be cured, whereas the social model essentially boils down to creating an accommodating society, where disability acceptance and pride is the goal. And we see this with Wylan - he is able to manage his father’s estate, with Jesper’s assistance to help him read documents. And this is not out of pity or charity, but an act of love. It is not portrayed as this almighty act for Jesper to play saviour, just a given, which is incredibly important to show, especially for someone who has been abused by family for his disability like Wylan, that he is accepted. 

Yet, I still see people hold up Jesper on a pedestal for “putting up with” Wylan, as if loving a disabled person deserves a fucking pat on the back. It’s genuinely exhausting trying to engage with a work I love so much with a fandom that thinks so little of me and my community. It fucking shows. 

Overall, Leigh Bardugo as a disabled person wrote two incredibly meticulous and empowered disabled characters, and due to either lack of reading comprehension, ableism, or a quirky mix of both, the fandom has ignored canon and the experiences of disabled people for…. shits and giggles i guess. And yes, there are issues with the Grishaverse and disability representation - while I haven’t finished them yet so I do not have an opinion on it, people have been discussing issues in the KOS duology with ableist ideals. This mini series was no way indicative of the entire disabled experience, nor does it represent my entire view on the representation as a whole. These things need to be met critically in our community, and talked about with disabled voices at the forefront. For example, the limited perspective we get of Wylan and Kaz being both white men, does not account for a large portion of the disabled community and the intersection of multiple identities.

All-in-all, Critique media, but do not forget to also critique fandom spaces. Alternatively, just shut the fuck up :)

happy fucking disability pride month, ig

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i am absolutely obsessed with final girl!!! it is so good and the way you write everybody, including y/n is perfect ! i love how y/n is observant and picks up on a lot of the weird things that stu and billy do and say and then brush it off cause of her upbringing, its a perfect way to have the reader pick up on the clues yet not ruin the plot! (please use this ask to explain and rant away about it because i am obsessed with their dynamic in every way possible!!)

im curious, does the reader being from texas mean anything for the plot and the backstory? if not then i am seriously overthinking it and im going mad 😭😭

i cant wait for the next update but of course take your time!! hope you have a good day/night!!

Hi!! omg this ask is exactly what i needed!!

Thank you for picking up on how Y/n is observant but then brushes it off!! that's something i'm super intentional about when writing chapters, especially bc i've always felt like fics feel more realistic/immersive when the reader does notice things that can influence plot,, but sometimes it's hard bc i have to think of a way for billy and stu to cover up what they do 😭

but i try! a large reason it works is bc of their dynamic,, that i will always be willing to go into heavy detail about!

Y/n doesn't have a ton of experience with close guy friendships. It's partly bc of her mom being relatively "strict" in that area and that area alone, and it's partially bc of where she grew up. Lots of lifelong friendships in a small, southern town before the move,, which i'll be exploring a little more really soon in the series!!

but anyways, the point i'm getting at is that in those towns, any guys you're friends with barely feel like boys bc you've grown up with them. They're basically your brothers. So Y/n's a little...i don't like using the word naive bc it's not exactly that...i see her as trusting and inexperienced.

She's aware just enough to be like hm...this feels a little weird, but once billy or stu offer any kind of explanation or breeze past it casually enough she just assumes that it can't be too bad. A tiny bit of it is a gender assumption thing...like oh, it's a guy thing to be a little cagey and play around with girls that are just friends like that bc they're a little flirty.

But that's just a fraction of why she dismisses things, it's a baseline thinking that she chooses to lean into subconsciously bc billy and stu wanted her to feel borderline dependent on them,, and honestly, they've done a good job so far.

ik we don't have a tonnn of canon details on the og friend group when things were nice and normal before billy and stu went on their little stab spree,, but i definitely picture them as being that group,, you know the ones where they're super solid but still feel comfortable hanging out in different combinations of pairing. I feel like they're also the kind of friend group where people that go to the same school/are in the same age range see hanging out in public and a tiny part of them wishes they were apart of it bc once you're "in" you're "in" and even if you're kind of a sideline piece in the friend group, it'd still be great.

(Opening of part 8 is actually a friend group bonding thing to explore this a little more!!)

Anyways, all this is to say that Y/n's still feels like she's circling around "in",, so at first, she lets things slide bc she likes all of them and the friend group is the only thing making the move bearable. And if you're referencing all the advances they get away with--especially Stu--it's bc it's also done in front of the entire group, and if it's not a big deal to everyone (especially their girlfriends), why should she make it a big deal? Plus, when Stu goes out of his way to do it,, it's kind of like announcing that y/n's "in".

Then, after some time has passed, they started getting away with more and more until they got to the point that we see them in in the actual fic. The end goal was always to have y/n look like the group's friend (to keep from suspicion) but be closest to them,, and they're not smart for nothing, it's definitely working.

Now the reason they get away with so much isn't so much y/n being scared of losing out on the group, but scared of losing them. Even though y/n definitely sees everything that's happened between them as platonic, they're her boys now. Things are easy to dismiss because she feels like she knows them. Sure, there might be the odd comment or reaction, but it's nothing worth looking too closely at. Not when she's comfortable, and they've been consistent enough that even the new questionable things can fall under the umbrella of 'oh they're just like that'.

They're also tactful about the behavior they make obvious and planting seeds that explain it, especially billy. I see billy as being a little more in touch/at least aware of how other people that are wired without the murder mindset feel. Like he knows that bouts of possessiveness/jealousy that aren't justifiable make him look bad and might even make him off putting.

I think this awareness comes from how close I picture his mom and him being. I've always felt like there was probably some unhealthy co-dependency between billy and his mom, which factors into how he views attachment and gave him some more awareness on other people's feelings. It's not a perfect view, but at least something he factors in. Definitely feel like the thought of being left makes billy panic, so that's why he at least tries to think things through. If he acts normal in front of y/n and thinks about how things would make him seem, she won't leave.

That's part of the reason billy goes out of his way to plant explanations for behaviors that aren't under control. He tells stu to mention his family when he apologizes and he'll mention his own dad when he wants sympathy points. He knows how to tug on y/n's heartstrings/empathy.

Stu's tactic is the opposite of being subtle. He gets away with things because he's him. I think he definitely hides darker/more serious toxicity under a layer of open toxicity that feels lighthearted. Like he's easily 'set off' but his moodiness doesn't off put y/n bc it's played off as being almost meanly oversensitive. It'd annoy y/n a lot more from anyone else bc when stu's good, he's great, and he's always been open about it.

And as far as y/n being from texas there are some reasons!! it comes up a little in part 8 for the first time! no spoilers, but part of the reason is bc i pictured Gloria, y/n's mom, as one of those southern-y, larger than life moms. There was also a scene that I took out of part 6 that I'm going to use later (probably in chapter 8, but might reserve it) about y/n and her ability to shoot. Texas has pretty lax gun culture, so there's a scene where y/n shows that she's a good shot bc her mom's been taking her to a shooting range for years. It's a way for her defend herself from ghostface!!

I also wanted y/n's hometown to be far away for a couple reasons. More of a start over feel, if she ever tries to go back it could cause some tension bc of distance, explains why she doesn't have anyone else around, etc

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Hello there I’m back! Can I request Mitsuba, Kou, Yashiro, and Akane who have a S/O that is basically like Yor from spy x family?

(Take you’re time and have a nice day/night)

An S/O That acts like Yor From Spy x Family

Genre : Fluff

Characters : Mitsuba Sousuke, Minamoto Kou, Yashiro Nene, Aoi Akane

TW : None

A/N : Hello! Sorry it took a while to do your request aha~ I've only watched Ep 3 Of Spy x Family and I have to rely on my memory on how she acts, But nevertheless it was fun writing this!

I hope you enjoy and also have a good day/night 💗

HE THOUGHT YOU WERE BADASS

When he saw you beat up some delinquents at the back of the school his mouth was agape

YOU WERE SO COOL

Not only that you were so kind~

You had a heart of gold, it was hard to believe that someone so soft and kind looking can beat your ass in a second

and uh

Very gullible and a starting lack of sense-

He once joked about that those frogged designed cakes are made out of frogs

And you believed it

HUH?? he would say

Another is when Yokoo lied about saying he was Spidermans cousin

You also believed it

He asked you if you ACTUALLY believed these things

He would be startled when you say yes

He will now stay by your side 24/7 because he just cant trust you with other people with how gullible you are

Even though he knows you're very strong and can defend yourself

He also wants to keep his S/O safe too

You were so kind and had a heart of gold

He instantly fell inlove with you because of that !

You two were walking around the school and naughty supernaturals appeared

He brings out his staff but before he could lunge at them

You kicked one of them super hard that caused a crack on the wall from impact

He would stare at you how he stared at tsucigomori when it was the 5pm library chapter in the manga

He absolutely does not know how to react

Should he admire you from your amazing strength, Or be worried that what if you missed it and you got hurt

YOU WERE SUPER COOL HE WOULD LOVE TO LEARN TRICKS FROM YOU

So you did

You started teaching him

When you two were done he said "Man i think im gonna die" As a joke from the intense training

He saw you freak out and started asking why

And thats when he knew how gullible you were

Meaning you believed everything

Not only that he also noticed your lack of common sense

Would follow you corner by corner making sure that no idiot will make up a lie that might harm his lovely S/O

She had a hard time approaching you

why?

You had this very, Cold and Distant personality

She thought you were gonna bark at her if she disturbed you

But surprise it was the complete opposite!

She got to know you because of a partering up activity

Shocked because someone with a very aloof personality was this kind

Once when someone was messing with herbecause of her ankles

You came to her rescue and-

kicked them down the stairs...

She was shocked cause you kicked them a bit to hard

Grabbed your hand and ran

RUN GIRL

She was surprised of your strength

Wish she was that strong

You two were talking on the rooftop about a magazine with a guy failing from the sky

While she was flustered, You got concerned and started looking up

when she asked what you were doing you said that maybe someone will fall from the sky

Your lack of common sense scares her sometimes...

When i tell you he will notice your lack of common sense right away i mean it

It was a normal day at the student council when he said that his hands are gonna fall out if he keeps on typing which freaked you out

He looked at you and you started tapping his hand

He asked what you were doing and you said that you were taping his hands because it might fall out.

Excuse me?!?!?

He will soon explain that he didn't mean it literally, and it was just a metaphor on how tired his hands were

This guy will also notice how easy it was to persuade you

He would take it as an advantage sometimes

He would tell you that the president, Teru, Loves to put salt in his drink because it was tastier

The day ended with a coughing teru and a laughing akane

But of course he wouldn't use you to commit these little mischief for him

He would protect you, He just doesn't trust any of the students around you

Haha he would chase some of them with a bat

He loves you very much, and he knows that you know about that

I hope i got Yors personality and how she acts correctly 😭