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Daniel Seavey Masterlist
♡ Welcome to my Daniel masterlist...the heart and soul of my blog...where you can travel from modern day Connecticut to WW1 England to 1950s LA and everything in between!! ♡ Comments are always incredibly appreciated and please feel free to send in questions or ideas or asks so I can write some blurbs and help keep these universes thriving! Most of my blurbs can be read as individual stories themselves and still make sense (but it’s more fun if you really immerse yourself into the universe first!) Happy reading!
Daniel's Face Claims ♡ Crossover Mini Series
Series
Anything But Mine - Friends to Lovers AU ↳ Florence DiCaprio finds herself navigating life as a nineteen-year-old mother; trying to find the right balance of friendships, young adulthood, and definitely relationships. Her best friend, Daniel, seems to be learning along with her. They discover the importance of sacrifice in the process.
Passchendaele - WW1 AU ↳ It’s 1915 and The Great War is still ongoing. Men from all over Europe flooded to enlist in a rush of patriotism and dedication to their countries, nineteen-year-old Daniel among them. He’s thrilled to fight for Britain, as most men were, but once in the battlefields of Belgium, he realizes that war is truly not as glorious as he once imagined it was.
Amoureux - Royal AU ↳ Louisa is sixteen and prime age for marriage. Her father, the King of France, has been conversing with the King of England in order to hand over his youngest daughter in marriage, therefore bonding their two nations. Twenty-year-old Christian is a perfect gentleman, and he is absolutely smitten by Louisa the moment they first meet, but the young girl has her eye caught by Christian’s younger brother who can’t seem to keep his hand out of the pastries.
Heartbreak Hotel - Soulmates AU ↳ It’s 1958 and summer has just begun, sending the teenagers of Los Angeles into warm weather freedoms and part time jobs. Eighteen-year-old Daniel finds himself spending his days trying to find his soulmate and he refuses to give up until he has her.
Qui Totum Vult Totum Perdit - Murder Mystery AU ↳ ‘He who wants everything, loses everything’ All Daniel knows is that he woke up the day after his honeymoon to his wife dead at his feet and the bloody knife in his hand. He is suddenly propelled on a mission to escape his own persecution while he works to find the true killer and prove his innocence; He is innocent…isn’t he?
Seasons Change - Small Town AU ↳ Everyone knows everything about everyone in this small rural town in east Connecticut and the handsome single father who owns the farm down the main street seems to always be the talk of the town. Balancing the care of his acreage, raising his eight-year-old son, and coaching the local boys’ hockey team keeps Daniel busy; but his mind never strays far from the expansive and vibrant flower gardens planted outside his farmhouse.
Life and Death Brigade - WDW x OBX Crossover ↳ Life on Figure Eight is ordinary for Daniel. He’s got everything he could ask for: a huge family estate on the water, friends that love to party as much as he does, and a year round membership to the country club. But just when his life is starting to get predictable, Daniel finds himself caught up in a secret society run by none other than JJ Maybank and his group of empty pocket misfits.
#daniel seavey#why dont we#why dont we masterlist#wdw masterlist#why dont we fic#daniel seavey fic#daniel seavey imagine#why dont we imagines
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Here's my controversial opinion; if you're trying to write Bruce as a non-abusive, good parent, you should also write him respecting his kids' privacy, boundaries, and not stalking&surveying them.
#my dc posting#dc#batfamily#batman#bruce wayne#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#damian wayne#looking thru ur kids phone tracking them giving them no privacy etc etc is deeply damaging#but yall aint ready for the ''stalking is their love language' is super toxic' conversation </3#also can we retire the JL being completely chill about it. 'batman just knows things' not being bothered their secret identities were found#out etc can we. stop coddling the batfam#i just need someone anytime to please just call them out like 'hey dont fucking surveil me' like that is actually extremely unethical#and its frankly not hard to write a batman who doesnt invade his kids privacy n boundaries etc#controversially when reading fic where theyre supposed to be healthy n getting along i want to actually feel like its deserved n good for t#hem#instead of sitting there going 'woo thats toxic' 'oh that even worse' 'why are we passing over all that'. like i dont wanna be thinkin they#should go no-contact when its supposed to be fuffy n good :(#like if you can write away the hitting n other abuse why is this the one thing that just must always stay#like genuinely it aint hard to write a parent not stalking their children. actually maybe i should remind you all that stalking is not good#or funny#like i feel like w all the joking some of us are actually forgetting its not good. ever. like absolutely never dont stalk ppl#eh idk. this is why i cant stay in any one fandom too long bc i start developing Opinions which inevitably make me hostile to like#90% of the fandom's content 😔
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fanart of these two fics because they rewired my brain
#the dialogue is taken directly from the fics djckkkdksk#prismo the wishmaster#scarab the god auditor#adventure time#fionna and cake#prohibitedwish#man we dont have many prohibitedwish fics but the ones we do have are terrific#the kind of stuff that makes me want to be creative#also. has anyone noticed that every prohibitedwish fic is from scarabs pov#i think thats neat#definitely art#id in alt text#HELP im looking at it again why is it so desaturated?????
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“ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 . ”
character : dazai osamu
context : you’re an agent going undercover, you encounter port mafia executive dazai. he finds you interesting. yeah..
authors note : you should listen to the diner by Billie ellish to get the vibe to it.
warning : stalker briefly mentioned, stalker!dazai, can be interpreted romantically or whatever, shout out to my bbg @riiwrites 😼☝🏽, murder and blood mentioned too, gender not mentioned, literally we rock with they/them 💋‼️.. uhm I think that’s all gays yeah..
,, 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓. 𝜚
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐘 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐒, the last remnants of daylight clinging stubbornly to the horizon. It was a view [name] had come to appreciate, standing on the balcony of the modest clinic where [name] built their cover. As a doctor specialising in human behaviour, their role was simple enough—listen, observe, and blend in. Standing there in viewing the people going about their days, [name] ran their fingers along the balcony’s iron railing, feeling the coolness of the metal beneath their skin. In this quiet neighbourhood, [name] was simply known as Dr. [name]—a doctor who listened to the woes of the weary, a person who could help people understand the storms in their minds. In some ways, [name] had taken to the role more naturally than they expected. It wasn’t far from what I had trained for, after all. But beneath that calm exterior, my real purpose was far more pressing.
The wind picked up slightly, rustling the papers on my desk inside the small office. I stepped back inside, closing the door behind me as I glanced at the scattered reports and profiles I’d been reviewing. Every interaction I had here was a potential lead—every patient, every conversation was a thread that might lead me to the missing documents. I was hunting for the whispers in the crowd, the signs that something was about to crack.
I sat down and opened one of the files again. A name stared back at me—Takeda Masaru, a local journalist with a reputation for being nosey. He had been in to see me twice, under the guise of seeking help for stress and insomnia. But I knew better. Knocking me out of my train of thought, my smartwatch started vibrating. It was morse code.
‘GOOD EVENING AGENT [NAME], IT'S NICE TO YOU ALIVE AND WELL.WE HAVE NEW INTEL. THERE'S BEEN SIGHTING AT THE LOADING. THE DOCUMENTS SHOULD BE THERE. IT SHOULD BE A DARK RED CARGO BOX WITH THE NAME ‘MELLUVS ART AND WRITING SUPPLIES’ . QUICKLY GET THERE BEFORE ANYBODY INTERVENES. BEST OF LUCK TO YOU.’
I quickly changed my clothing still keeping my pants and shoes and swapping my glasses with sunglasses, my shirt with a business shirt. Taking my coat off the rack I jumped off of the railing onto the pavement. The cold air hitting my face, I felt that familiar rush of adrenaline. The peaceful exterior I’d adopted as a doctor was peeling away, revealing the true purpose behind the mask.
I arrived at the loading dock slipping past guards. While remaining on my toes, looking around, finding the maroon cargo box, picking the lock, catching it before it could fall can make noise. Opening the door and sorting through papers. I found the papers of the document, putting the papers in my doctors folder, I turned to step out just to be greeted with…
"Are you lost?" a voice rang out behind them.
“I’m sorry?” You turned towards the stranger with a simple smile.
“I said, are you lost? Dr. [name].” He repeated.
Standing in the shadow of a weathered chimney was a young man, barely older than them, with an unsettlingly casual grin. His black hair fell messily over his eyes, his posture loose and unthreatening, but I knew better than to trust appearances. There was something sharp beneath that smile.
“Ah. No I’m not..”
"Dazai Osamu," the man introduced himself, stepping closer without a care in the world. "What a coincidence, meeting you here."
"Coincidence?" [name]’s voice was flat, unamused. "I don’t believe in coincidences."
Dazai’s grin widened. "Smart. I don’t either."
This wasn’t good. My mission had suddenly become complicated—this was Dazai, a notorious figure in the Port Mafia, rumoured to be both brilliant and dangerous. Getting caught up with him was exactly what their agency warned them about. But retreating now would be even worse. They couldn't afford to show any weakness.
"You’re in my way," I stated plainly, their eyes locked onto him. Dazai’s expression flickered briefly with interest.
"Am I?" he mused, not moving an inch. Instead, his eyes gleamed with curiosity. "I wonder what someone like you is doing up here. You don’t seem like the usual riffraff the mafia deals with. You're different."
I said nothing. They were trained to maintain a poker face, but they could feel Dazai’s gaze piercing through them, searching for cracks.
After a tense silence, I decided it was better to end this encounter quickly. "I have no business with you. Walk away."
Dazai’s grin softened into something almost playful. "I could say the same. But I don’t feel like walking away just yet. You intrigue me."
Before you could respond, a shout echoed from the alley below—footsteps, too many of them. The mission wasn’t over yet. With a sharp glance at Dazai, [name] moved quickly, shoving him out the way with the documents I hand, disappearing into the shadows of the cargo port.
𓎢𓎟𓎟𓎟 . ♡ . 𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎢
The mission was complete, the documents recovered, and the city’s fragile calm preserved. Days passed, and YN pushed the encounter with Dazai to the back of their mind. They believed they had left him behind in that port, a fleeting figure from a fleeting night.
But they were wrong.
It began with small sightings—first at a diner near one of their agency’s hideouts, a quaint place where [name] often went to clear their mind. They walked in for a quiet moment, only to find Dazai, seated by the window, sipping his coffee as if it was the most natural thing in the world. His eyes met theirs, and that familiar grin spread across his face.
The next time, it was at their ‘job’. [name] worked as a hired security operative for a private military company, and the sight of Dazai loitering near the building was more than unsettling. He didn’t approach them, but his presence was a constant reminder that he was watching.
The evening air felt heavy as [name] returned home from a long shift, exhaustion pulling at their every step. They hadn’t noticed the lingering presence outside, the demon in the shadows, waiting. The lock clicked into place behind them as they shut the door, and for a moment, they stood still, listening. No footsteps followed. The silence was almost comforting.
They kicked off their shoes, fingers absently unbuttoning their dress shirt, craving nothing more than the solace of the couch. As they sank into it, something caught their eye—an envelope, placed conspicuously on the coffee table. A surge of unease rippled through their tired mind, heart beginning to race as they reached for the envelope, fingers brushing the edge of the paper with caution. Slowly, they opened it, their eyes scanning the contents.
‘THIS IS A REALLY NICE PLACE YOU’VE GOT HERE! MIND IF I MOVE IN? I HOPE YOU’RE READING THIS SILLY NOTE! I MIGHT’VE STOLEN SOME DOCUMENTS AND IMPORTANT FILES FROM YOUR OFFICE, SORRY, AGENT [NAME]~!’
A low groan of frustration escaped their lips as they crumpled the note and tossed it into the garbage. [name] rubbed their temples, too drained to deal with the antics of a certain mafioso tonight. Just as they tried to let the tension slip away, they caught sight of something—someone—standing on the balcony.
Their heart skipped a beat, and instinctively, they reached for their gun, gripping it tightly as they cautiously approached the window. They slid it open with precision, never taking their eyes off the figure leaning against the railing. "You’re persistent," [name] said, gun ready but posture steady.
The man on the balcony didn’t seem fazed by the weapon. Dazai Osamu smiled as if this were all part of a game. "And you’re elusive," he countered, voice light and carefree. But there was something beneath that tone, something deeper, lurking behind the casual amusement in his gaze. "I like people who don’t give themselves away so easily."
[name] sighed, lowering the gun but keeping it in hand. Arms crossed, they met his eyes with thinly veiled exasperation. "What do you want, Dazai?"
He tilted his head slightly, as though considering the question, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I’ve been trying to figure that out. You’re… interesting. And I’m rarely interested in anyone."
"Flattering," [name] muttered, voice laced with sarcasm as their patience wore thin. "But I’ve got work to do."
Dazai’s expression shifted, his grin softening, but his presence growing more intense as he stepped closer. "I know," he said quietly. "That’s what makes this so fun. You, with your little secrets and dangerous missions… I can’t help but want to unravel it all."
"You can’t follow me forever," [name] warned, voice quieter now, each word a warning laced with resolve.
Dazai’s smile softened further, almost genuine. "Maybe not," he agreed, his voice low, "but I can follow you for a little while longer.”
“Get the hell out of my apartment,” [name] snapped, their voice sharp as they levelled the gun at Dazai. The cold metal clicked audibly as they cocked it, a clear threat in the air. They pointed toward the door, eyes hard and unyielding. “Do it now, or I'll shoot you.”
Dazai’s grin didn’t falter. If anything, it widened, his eyes gleaming with that same unsettling amusement, as if the threat didn’t faze him in the slightest. He raised his hands in mock surrender, but his body remained relaxed, nonchalant, as though he were in complete control of the situation.
“Shoot me?” he mused, voice light but laced with something darker. “Now, now, Agent [name] that seems a bit extreme, doesn’t it?”
“You think I’m joking?” [name] growled, finger hovering dangerously over the trigger.
Dazai took a step closer, completely unbothered by the barrel pointed at him. His voice dropped to a near whisper, his eyes locking with theirs. “No, I don’t. That’s what makes this so exciting.”
There was a tension in the room now, thick and palpable. [name] held their ground, but Dazai’s calmness, his lack of fear—it was disarming. He was playing a game they weren’t sure they could win.
“Get out.” [name] demanded, not lowering the gun but sensing this encounter was only going to spiral deeper.
Dazai’s smile softened just a touch, his tone almost genuine. “Nope~!”
“You’re testing my patience,” [name] warned, heart pounding but steady, still aiming squarely at his chest.
“Good,” Dazai murmured, stepping back toward the balcony door. “I like it when people have limits. It gives me something to push.”
With a final glance, he gave them a playful wink. “Until next time, Agent.” Then, as quickly and casually as he had appeared, Dazai slipped out, leaving the tension in the room behind him like a lingering shadow.
[name] stood still, their gun still raised, breaths coming in heavy. The sense of danger hadn’t left—it was only a matter of time before he returned.
additional author notes : ending kinda sucked ass again smh..
word count: 1k
reposts are welcome but do not steal my work!
#❛ 𝒞 ⏖ melluvs writing. 𝜚 𓈒#dazai x male reader#bungo stray dogs#dazai osamu#writers#x male reader#bsd#bungo gay dogs#bsd dazai#bsd x gn reader#me obesssed with dazai? no…#dazai x gn!reader#dazai#dazai x gn reader#dazai x m!reader#bungou stray dogs dazai#dazai x reader#writing grind time to do a yosano requests woohoo (kms)#i say things sometimes#...yeah#we rocking with ooc DONT we.. also why the fuck he smirk so much in this fics what the fuck
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i still posit thered be way less inter-swiftie drama if we all stopped writing conspiracy theories and started making short-form psychoanalytical fiction writing exercises like a normal fucking fandom
#barry.txt#taylor swift#just write fic and let her date her lame boyfriend!#im not even talking abt gaylors specifically like the people who are having meltdowns in the anons over matty being the love of her life#just....play pretend....#you dont have to be right abt something to discuss it its ok just play pretend with me for a moment its ok#i am not technically a fanfic writer though my friends say i get honorary fic writer credits due to my contributions to the world of mcr fic#but its like. ur allowed to be wrong on purpose because you find it interesti g or emotionally affecting or bc you think its hot#ive been trying to articulate this for awhile but like i think this is the core. you can be wrong on purpose!#we dont know this woman and we're gonna be wrong anyway why not play pretend!
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nothing hurts me more mentally than reading ‘your cheeks flushed a pink color’ or smth of that sort in x reader fics 😥
#sttoru chats.#immediately clicking off#srry but its so white (-skinned) /pale coded#not an x ‘all’ readers#i dont blush either so 😭#its funny to me how normalised it is#bcs sometimes i get why ppl dislike x reader fics when the main things we get is like#white woman coded#tw vent#<- ig?((
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its just like. such a shame in a way you know?? bc in the comics tim and kon genuinely have such a fun relationship. they are best friends!! they bicker but they love each other!! they have a deep bond of trust from pretty early on even WHILE they're bickering!! they learn how to communicate with each other and they have a clear arc of growing closer and leaning into each other. and yeah, we all know tim goes off the deep end when kon dies (yippee!!) but thats like... just the tip of the iceberg. kon goes to him when he feels uncertain about his powers! kon likes it when tim's "the man with the plan"! kon knows how to read him so incredibly well just from his costume! kon has a red mercy nightmare about tim dying in front of him while hating him! kon calls him his best friend SO early on, even before he knows his name!! they hang out, they make each other laugh!
...and yet in fanon they just get relegated to boomer style "i hate my wife" jokes wherein tim is always annoyed with kon for some reason, flanderized into homophobic stereotypes (why is tim always "the girl" whose virginity must be defended by her owners i mean brothers/father, in this gay relationship? let's ponder), or treated as just some default background pair who never get any characterization. particularly kon. (kon baby im SO sorry the people who brag about how they don't read comics do all of that to you.)
like... dude... this is tragic... theres SO much good here and NONE of it shows up in the tags save for once in a blue moon...
#rimi talks#not actually gonna put this in the ship tag bc i dont want to deal with some clown going ''be the change you want to see! :-)'' or whatever#preemptively if someone wants to say that to me: i have 300k+ on ao3 im already ahead of you bozo ♥#but like....... genuinely. why is it SO hard to find any fic thats like. about. the relationship they have. in the comics#we are in the trenches........#tim#kon
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DAY 4: DRAMA - Put on your prettiest face for the masses!
gonna start adding silly captions actually. [POINTS ACCUSINGLY] MELTY FUCK (AFFECTIONATE)!!
#disco elysium#drama#de drama#disco elysium skills#skilltober#skilltober 2024#de skills#voliart#GUY WHO IS GOOP AND SPOTLIGHTS!! he can form the lights into hands but usually theyre lights!! i think bottom left face is always sad :']#lmao i don't know why i was worried about posting on schedule with everyone. im VERY MUCH BEHIND hgkj but we stay silly!!#also BIG OOF GUY WITH ONE (1) SKILL POINT. NOT FILLED IN. THAT'S GENUINELY JUST ONE.#harry is a BAD LIAR. its really funny to me like all INTs are supposed to have 2 at LEAST??#but the Remote Viewer's Division thought LMAO sorry for nerfing you for fic reasons bud :']#to note: unfilled skill points also count as one! so if you see six skill points and three are filled that means 9 points total! :]#empty skill points are just the skill cap. technically even this is wrong since thoughts just remove from the number and not the diamonds?#but NEVERTHELESS i dont want to work on this anymore so let's carry on shall we?#i love his swept up chapter. empathy (highest level skill! 9 points!) and drama put on a little play together :3#and no one is jealoussss of anyone!!! certainly not!!! :)!!!#the thing about it is that i also have concept completely done too; EXCEPT for her quote caption!! so i'll just have to post xer later :']#alas <33 sleep time for voli!!
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I think it's really funny that most of my issues w dp×dc fics would be immediately resolved if they were about Dan instead of Danny
(No hate to any fics that do these things btw I am just so so picky)
Jack and Maddie being awful irredeemable people? Not a risk if the fic is about Dan since he doesn't associate with them. If he did catch their ire (pre-agit) he probably genuinely did kill and replace Danny like some write the Fenton's believing
Ooc Danny who's too violent and fine with murder? That'd work wonderfully with Dan
I don't mind it but I don't care for ghost king Danny. However ghost king Dan honestly isn't that much of a leap considering he does canonically have Fright Knight working for him
-OP because he's ghost king Danny, Dan already canonically can make his own ghost portals, and could make himself appear on Valerie's watch and presumably other tech, and can duplicate, and electrocute, so on and so forth
Going to a Wayne Gala or whatever with Vlad? Works well with Danny but works incredibly well with Dan
Anyway basically what im saying here is I want to read Dan fics all the time
Bonuses, that I think are cool rather than being related to my grievances
Dan can look like his 14yr human and ghost self. And I still choose to believe he can look like his true self (as well as being able to appear as 24yr human Danny 🤔)
Honestly I don't think Dan would bother with a human identity unless forced. Maybe he needs to stay in it for an amount of time in order to stay grounded and not cease to exist bc his timeline is gone
If in the same dimension, Dan could easily know all the heroes identities, at least, know their real faces. He probably unmasked them after killing them just to see
I tend to imagine the JL w this one but Dan AND Danny being in DC is great too. I wonder how they'd explain the Dan situation. Dan could just say he's from an erased timeline. Or see how long he can convince others he's Danny's older brother or father or uncle or something
I think a plot could either be Dan just being a dramatic smug bastard OR Dan slowly learning how to heal and accept his emotions and let others in his life and become better for the people around him even if unintentionally. Or both. Especially both.Imagine.
#dpxdc#dp x dc#ask to tag#another thing abt dpxdc... why when not the jl are we always putting danny in Gotham. its very fun i admit. but the other heros have lives#too. i dont see any of them#kinda miss the tt fics from back in the day too#anyway this is just me rambling dont take me too seriously#dan phantom#id try to write something like this myself but i consider myself to far too casual of a dc fan to write fic
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yeah taimizu IS toxic and off putting actually ‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️
EDIT: TO BE CLEAR THIS IS A POST IN FAVOUR OF TAIMIZU!!! I AM A DIRTY TAIMIZU SHIPPER!!!!!
#it's funny because that was my FIRST thought about them but then i realised wait this is scratching some itch in my brain#people are all very correct about this btw and their discomfort and dislike of the ship is valid#but it's so interesting to me and that's why these days I'm leaning further into that toxic aspect of their rship in my art#that whole “strangles you with the red string of fate” drawing i did was meant to capture that as well#like this equal amount of aggression and twisted affection/attraction they have for one another#like it's very fucked up#and people are not wrong to think so but i enjoy it LOL#one of the theses of my fic is literally “theyre fucked up but they make it work”#like i dont want them to be perfectly healed and normal by today's standards#i want them to be crazy and murderous but work through their shit individually AND together and make things work#and have feral nasty sex bcs mizu deserves to be a pillow princess (TO MEEEEE)#i still have a meta drafted that actually goes in depth on their rship and why we “”“should”“” root for them#but my brain is goop rn and cramps are KILLING MEEEEE so have this first instead#taimizu#blue eye samurai#fandom.rtf#shut up haydar#wank.mp3
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hey bh6 tumblr are you ready to be sad?? no? great!
cass hamada was probably the sister of mr hamada, looking at this family photo (considering that mrs. hamada looks too much of asian descent compared to cass?? just hear me out because they don't look enough alike and enough NOT alike for me to be decisive about it, especially w/ the picture quality in the scene)
now, for hiro and tadashi to still be hamada's in this case, that means that their father most likely took up their mother's family name instead, as long as we're sticking by the fact that hiro and tadashi are half-white-half-japanese.
the sad part?
once hiro and tadashi's parents passed away, cass lost her brother and her new sister-in-law and took in the children that, frankly, look VERY much like her brother. and it doesn't stop there.
either of these two happened:
1. cass took the hamada name so that hiro and tadashi, once adopted, wouldn't have to part with their family name and could still identify with their parents and culture.
or
2. cass took the hamada name because it was what her brother did. she took any chance to be closer to him and to preserve what he would have wanted after his death, and gave up her own name to take on the hamada legacy, not just so that hiro and tadashi could keep it, but because it was what her brother wanted. and she misses him.
#LOL HOPE YOURE SOBBING BC I AM#I WAS LITERALLY ONLY TRYING TO FIGURE OUT THE HAMADA FAMILY LOGISTICS#BC I NEED IT FOR A FIC#BUT NOW IM REALLY SAD AND INTROSPECTIVE ABOUT CASS#GOD THAT POOR WOMAN#we love cass in this household#and not in the r34 way get out of here#yes she eats but i dont want to hear about it please 😭#big hero 6#big hero six#big hero 6 the series#bh6#cass hamada#hiro hamada#tadashi hamada#aunt cass#bh6 hiro#bh6 tadashi#hamada family#sigh#i cant believe i dont know which one is supposed to be which still#the mom KIND OF looks like cass#but also DOESNT#and the dad both looks white#and still also DOESNT#why disney#why
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so. i love this line.
but i want to talk about her expressions after gideon asks if she's alright:
i dont know. throughout the first season, elle expresses the strongest negative feelings towards sex offenders (reasonable!) and sure, she came from a unit dealing specifically with that and that's her specialty (remember when all the characters had specific skill sets and specialties?) but especially this reaction here seems very personal. and this is pre-randall garner, so she doesn't yet have that connection to being attacked in her own home.
also. the team knows sexual offense crimes are elle's specialty. they know that's where she came from. but her response to gideon when he asks if she's okay after she goes off on scott isn't "i've seen a lot of this and it gets me riled up" it's to get defensive and evasive. if it was anger born of something the team is aware of, why hide it? her response to gideon and her expression afterwards very much read to me as someone hiding something.
#elle greenaway#obviously you dont have to be a victim to hate sex offenders#“i hate sex offenders” is a very normal stance#but elle's hatred seems personal to me#and again in a way that seems born of more than just her career#and then theres the question of why she chose to go into and specialize in sex crimes in the first place#to me that implies that that hatred was already there#ie. she doesnt hate sex offenders so passionately because she specializes in sex crimes#she chose to specialize in sex crimes because she hates sex offenders#i would be very curious to know what the planned backstory was for elle had lola glaudini stayed on#we get a bit with her dad#but throughout the first season i very much got the vibe that there was likely something SA-related in her backstory#either her or a loved one#not fic#criminal minds#criminal minds rewatch#character analysis#i think#criminal minds s01e15#unfinished business#tw sex assault#favourites#criminal minds 1x15
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In the middle of writing something INCREDIBLY self indulgent.
#so self indulgent in fact that i dont know if I might actually post it#but im rereading transcripts of Mission Marvel as we speak#Might be able to explain why Clint and Natasha were not with the Backyard gang#Redeem Heinz through blatant Perryshmirtz#Get my little spy trio bonding moments aka clint natasha and perry#its human Perry also naturall#Tony is up and walking around and fully able to appreciate the boys in their splendour#everyones much less dumb#IRONDAD MOMENTS#so far a huge portion of this fic is through Natasha and Tony's POVs#PnF#pnf#phineas and ferb#mission marvel#the avengers#crossover fanfiction#idk how many active marvel fans follow my account but i hope my efforts are appreciated
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[ID: a three color drawing (black, white, and teal) in the style of Seth’s illustrations from the Lemony Snicket series All The Wrong Questions. Five and Viktor (both about 13) are seated at the counter of a diner, talking. Luther (in his 20s), who is a patron seated next to them, looks concerned about what he is overhearing. Grace stands behind the counted holding a coffee pot and gazing into space. A missing poster for Ben is taped to the counter. In the mirror behind the counter, a reflection Diego and Patch (both 15) are visible in a booth. End ID]
i really should leave time between art posts for them to breathe and accumulate their fair share of notes, but also i need something to do while im waiting for my onions to caramelize.
In this installment: Five and Viktor meet over breakfast to discuss business, Luther is a Concerned Citizen, Diego and Patch also meet over breakfast to discuss business but in the background, and Grace is NOT a robot and this diner is NOT fully automated no sir. Also as usual Ben's face provides some ambiance, thank you Ben.
#tua#the umbrella academy#luther hargreeves#diego hargreeves#five hargreeves#viktor hargreeves#grace hargreeves#really? grace hargreeves is the tag? ok#eudora patch#the business is What Is This Dastardly Crime And How Are We - two children - Going To Solve It#i still dont know what the dastardly crime is tho which is exhibit A why i dont write fic#i mean yeah in general its Using Children To Farm Eldritch Tentacle Monsters but what are the actual crimes theyre solving#who knows not me#im doing something very fun here which is that ATWQ has two thematically and plot resonant diners#one of them is where lemony meets with his favorite people to have good food#and the other is a weird noir fully automated one where no one works#with the help of grace's just. whole deal. i can do both at the same time!#as per usual almost forgot#my art#guess who didnt tag this with the au tag and forgot for a full month#meeeeeee#snicket five
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Penciled Lines
(Cross-posted on ao3, if you prefer to read it there. Reblogs still appreciated!)
Missa wakes up, and he thinks he might be doomed. This doesn’t scare him nearly as much as it should.
Missa is awake early—by his own metric, anyway. His nocturnal nature causes “early” for him to mean “early night” and not “early morning.” Regardless, “early” means that Philza is not asleep yet, still going through his nightly rituals. “Early” means that Philza is sitting up in (his? their?) the bed, pillows propped up behind him, notebook in his lap, sketching away.
And when Missa wakes up to the soft scritch-scratch of a charcoal pencil on textured paper, his forehead just so happens to be brushing Philza’s hip.
Missa can hardly breathe.
Oh no.
He knows that if he gives any indication that he is awake, Philza will stop sketching, close his notebook, shift himself over until he is politely seated on his side of the bed, and greet Missa with a friendly smile. Philza has done it before, when Missa wakes up early. That’s how Missa knows he’ll do it again.
Thus, Missa can hardly breathe—his breaths have to be the slow in-out of sleep. He can’t so much as twitch, either. He has to keep quiet and play dead or else he’ll be found out. Seen. Caught living the lie.
“Husband,” Philza calls him. They’re not married. They share a bed. They’re hardly ever in it at the same time. They have a son and a daughter. Neither of them know Missa very well. Philza has had an extra set of armor and a skull on his backpack for months, waiting for Missa. Missa doesn’t even know Philza’s last name.
Philza is a good man and a good friend—and Missa doesn't deserve him. Still, he takes what he can get. Curls around it. Hoarding every innocent kindness Philza extends like a starving creature: the generosity of a backpack fully stocked with equipment; the trust Philza places in Missa to watch the kids when he’s asleep; and now, the courtesy of not moving his hip from Missa’s forehead to ensure his “sleeping” isn’t disturbed. Missa clutches all of these little offerings in his greedy claws and hugs them into his chest, even as the guilt eats away at him.
Because, regardless of the lack of mutual feeling, he loves Philza. He loves him so, so much, and that is why he is doomed. He can’t afford to lose what little he has. He can’t cross that line.
So Missa lies beside Philza, forehead pressed against Philza’s hip, pretending to sleep so he can imagine that they’re not just lying in bed together, but lying in bed, together; and later, when Missa truly wakes, he will sit on his side of the bed and look at Philza’s face soft with sleep and think about how lucky he is that he still has a side-of-the-bed to begin with.
Missa doesn’t mean to drift off. When it starts to happen, he’s hopelessly torn between shaking himself awake and thus giving himself away, or remaining how he is, silently fending off the inevitable. In the end, Missa clings to that scritch-scratch sound of Philza’s pencil on the paper for as long as he can before the fog at last pulls him under.
Eventually, he dreams. In fact, he dreams of the calloused fingers he dreams of every night, hands like his own, an artist of Death, cradling and shading the contours of his face—a softness dashing charcoal across his jaw, and over his cheekbones, and perhaps on his lips, too, if he’s lucky. Defining every edge of him.
~*~
A deep sigh. Phil stops sketching as Missa shifts in his sleep. He tilts his head up so that the tip of his nose is now just nearly brushing against Phil’s hip. The motion disturbs the wild splay of his dark hair, revealing more of his face: eyelashes, cheeks, warmth. Tender blush of something Stygian and otherworldly. New.
Phil’s lips tilt upwards. He turns to a fresh page, and he starts again.
#qsmp#pissa#qsmpshipping#qsmp missa#qsmp philza#i hesitate to put main character tags bc it's shipping content but i think we're all p much okay with that?? we chill??? we chill thumbsup#my fics#ficlet#anyway would you believe me if i told you this took me a week to write. hhourgh.#i'll prolly make small edits as time goes by if i dont scrap this version entirely.#i really like it rn but we'll see how i feel abt it in like a couple hours or a day. the sheer number of times ive rewritten this hhhhh.#this little character/relationship study is primarily for me to try to work them out in my head.#so if this doesnt quite hit the exact vibe you know why.#im still getting acquainted w missa's character but i gotta start somewhere ya know#i didnt actually get to explore missa's feelings of inferiority as much as i wanted to but thats bc i found trying to tackle that As Well-#-as everything else saddled the fic/setting w too many Things and made it cumbersome and muddied the story being told.#so another time perhaps.#anyway i adore them. beloveds.
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Posted on ao3: read here!
It was supposed to be a quick, harmless mining trip.
Instead, Pearl walks out a little more changed than expected.
#ender writes#namemc spoilers#wild life smp#wild life spoilers#life series spoilers#pearlescentmoon#jimmy solidarity#i dont. actually know how to tag their relationship but i refuse to tag this as skyblings so. no duo tag for you#sorry. im still manifesting a proper Pearl and Jimmy talk this season though#trafficblr#mcyt#mcyt fanfiction#i saw the Pearl skin and then blacked out and speedran this. could probably be better but WL!Pearl is making me insane and i needed to get#this out before session 2. so!!! fuck it we ball#why continue one of your many WIPs when you can see a skin change and panic#and write a fic based on said skin which you have no context for
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