#works w a lot of ships but these 2 were the first i thought of LOL

[boxofwaspss]

this meme LOL

[shark0zu]

JJK boys having a crush on u (pt. 2)

(credit to chosolala for the original)

pair: JJK boys x gn! reader  warning: some suggestive content (maybe) and curse words. ft: Sukuna, Shiu, Yuji, Megumi and Ino. content: JJK men being confused tbh

an: this is pt. 2- pt. 1 will be linked below so enjoy 

w/c: 1k

JJK boys having a crush on u (pt. 1)

SUKUNA— » realistically he would never have a crush- let’s be for real- but for the sake of this- he will have one (on you). he does have many concubines, but he’s never had any sort of feelings towards them- like, never. he sees them as non-important aspects in his life, but you seem to be different for some reason. » old man does not know anything about ‘crushing’ or being into someone. just (physically) crushing someone or killing them. there is a difference- he just doesn't know it (not yet at least). » one day he goes up to you and asks, “what is this feeling i have when i see you?” genuinely confused- he was being so deadass, he continued, “my chest hurts sometimes, my stomach does some weird flip things- and i sometimes feel my face get warm.” he finishes and looks at you dead serious while asking. » you end up explaining what he was feeling after you laughed at him a bit for not knowing. once he understood what he was feeling he denied it at first, but then (eventually) came to terms with it.

SHIU— » how did you guys meet? work partners, worked on a job together and since then, you guys got paired up together a lot. gradually both Shiu and you got closer and closer. he definitely is looking for a partner… a loving partner that is. » once he figures that out- (that he likes you/has a crush on you) he begins to make a ‘plan’. ‘how to make them like me back’ was the plan name, he wrote the steps and everything on a lil’ notepad to keep track of the things he's done, this man took that notepad with him everywhere. » one day you find this notepad unattended at his desk and curiosity gets the better of you. looking through the pages you stumble upon his ‘plan’ and you find it endearing to put it simply. you decide to play dumb and act as if you never even saw the notepad at all. » once all the steps to his carefully well done plan were met, he decided to take you out on a date- where you confess to the fact that you knew all along about this ‘plan’ of his. with an embarrassed grin and a chuckle he confesses his feelings, you of course reciprocating them.

YUJI— » he will be forward about his crush- or at least very open about it. won’t exactly say it to your face, but will tell Megumi and Nobara about it, rather loudly, enough for you to hear him (at least he thinks you heard him… he hopes). » he is of course oblivious as well, first not really knowing that he even had a crush on you? he thought you were just really really good friends. it took all the patience out of Nobara to explain it enough to show him the difference between a friendship and a romantic relationship. » once he comes to said conclusion, he decides to wait it out a bit- even though he is very forward with his feelings- he was a bit scared to fuck it up, not really wanting AT ALL to ruin the friendship you had stablished with him already. » but he shook that thought out of his head and after some time he decided to tell you- in his own lil’ way and properly this time (after Megumi told him that just yelling it isn’t a real good idea).

MEGUMI— » much (not) like either of his dads (Toji and Gojo [not as a ship]) at all, he indeed knows how to handle a crush, even if it is a rare sight for him to even have one, let alone said crush being a close friend of his- that being you. » scared of ruining the friendship he has with you already, he decides to play the waiting game. you say you have feelings for him first or he runs out of patience and tells you his feelings or he simply loses them or waits it out (only one has a good outcome). » of course, in the end… his patience ran out and he wanted to tell you straight up. he asked you out in his own way, in private- with no ears or eyes (aka. Yuji, Nobara and Gojo) to hear or watch him get all flustered while confessing. » once he confessed, you confessed as well. he asked why you didn’t say anything beforehand instead of making him embarrassed himself in front of you, to which you replied with the same question, ‘why didn’t you confess earlier?’. safe to say he was happy that you reciprocate his feelings nonetheless.

INO— » everybody knows he has a crush on you, but apparently he has not the slightest clue himself. this poor fellow really is oblivious to his own damn feelings and apparently so are you cuz you dont even notice them either. » he knows he likes you- i mean, he likes spending time with you, likes talking to you, likes going shopping with you, listening to music with you… all the good things in life. he knows all this yet he thinks it's just a ‘friend thing’, he thinks he does that with all his friends but really he only does all that and more with you and only you. » one day Nanami (poor man) goes up to Ino and asks him directly. Ino, not knowing what to say just gets flustered and all the little gears on his head start turning, things start going into place and the connections have all been made. “Ohhhhhh.”, he says, basically face palming his dumbass for well- being a dumbass. » next thing you know he is at your doorstep with some flowers, your favorite sweets and lil note (courtesy of Nanami). You open the door to a very happy Ino ready to spill the beans on how much he likes you and that he is kinda dumb for not noticing his own feelings, later turning it to you for being as oblivious as him.

Masterlist

[britney-j-christ]

Oh man, Curly really had no good options, huh?

I see a lot of people jumping to "Curly should have shot Jimmy", which is fine to say because he still should get to shoot Jimmy, but not a compelling argument.

Unless this is even more dystopian of a universe than it seems (Ala the villain being capitalism, not The State Shooting You Without Trial In Space style) there's no legal grounds to do that. That's vigilante justice and while it would solve a part of the Safety Concern Jimmy causes, it leads to too many problems on earth.

Also, you cannot just casually shoot a coworker or 1/5th of the locals. Daisuke and Swansea would have *very reasonable concerns* if their captain just shot someone, even if it was explained. And I don't think either would be down to do a cover up about it. And if they did...

Daisuke would Crack in seconds under interrogation or scrutiny.

We're also talking about Captain Curly pre, uh... "character developement" as it were, being able to see Jimmy's abusive nature first hand now that he's under his control. There's a pattern for trying very, very hard to see the good in Jimmy and enabling him. He'd never be in this position as copilot if Curly hadn't been there, trying to pull Jimmy out of whatever trouble he was at back on Earth. Curly is a big picture guy who doesn't see the dead pixel; he sees Jimmy climbing up and out of the muck with him and he ignores the red flags or, possibly, even prior offenses?

Captain Curly can be seen *trying* to be a good Captain, not unlike the way Jimmy as Captain is also "trying" to be a good Captain(for selfish ego driven and guilt-avoidant reasons). It really is a goal they share. Both of them fail at it, but it is both their motivations in those roles. Even stressed and overworked, jumping to killing his best friend three months into a year long voyage isn't rational.

So how about we downgrade to more reasonable option; jailing. Except the places where one can be locked in are the hold full of valuable unknown cargo, so a non option if they want to get paid (they desperately do), and the medical bay, which is much more viable if they could a) get that set up in a way that didn't jeprodise the health of everyone and b) didn't have a huge human sized vent that might kill you if you go through it. I understand why neither were chosen.

So, how about the cryopods? Seems pretty viable. Much like murdering Jimmy, you'd have to get everyone on board for this. So, confronting Anya's rapist in front of Daisuke and Swansea and hope they can sway them both in favor of Lawful Detainment.

It's not impossible. I think, if they tried, it would have worked in terms of grouping up together- if they could do it without Jimmy getting wind of it and doing something drastic beforehand.

But then there's no copilot. This is such a major issue for an eight month voyage where we see that the ship will see a problem approximately like 2-3 minutes before it happens and requires corrections. Curly cannot do this job for that long. No one else is appropriately trained. Swansea is busy, Daisuke is not reliable enough to handle this, and Anya... could probably do it tbh I have complete faith in her but that's a lot to put on her shoulders to not get paid appropriately for, just for her to be *safe* from Jimmy.

I struggle to blame Curly for the choice he did go with. I don't see any good options, especially without knowing what's going to happen. It's already a huge jump to go from Best Friend to Rapist; expecting Jimmy to go down to Murderer is a big leap. It seems like he thought he had eight months to work with Anya, to figure out what to do. "Talking with Jimmy" could have been anything from Boys Club protection racketing to clinical setting of boundaries for likely the first time in their relationship to a full on confrontation. We don't know. We only get to see the death spiral that came out of it after.

It's pretty clear that Curly failed as a captain to protect everyone, but the scenario was hopeless to begin with. The choices he made before they got on the ship doomed them: trusting and supporting Jimmy was the mistake and it happened well before they got on the freighter.

And in every single scenario, I find it leads back to Pony Express being the ones at fault. Every bit of the ship they are trapped in exists to funnel more money into a dying beast of a company at the crews expense. I think Curly and maybe Anya both thought they had 8 months to figure out what would happen off the boat. A looming unavoidable threat of consequences. Everything to do with getting the company involved would likely drive Anya and or Curly broke; they say straight up they fine the crew for problems arising. That it's flat out the captains duty to handle it and then get charged by the company $$$ about it. They will double the amount of responsibility back onto the Captain and crew. Imagine working a year in isolated space and getting NOTHING for it? Imagine slashing thenrest of the crews wages.

Curly wasn't able to predict what Jimmy would have done. I think his plan was to handle things Off Board. Too late in multiple ways, but I do think he would have genuinely back up Anya in however they go forwards once they've landed.

The option he chose didn't deal with the real problem though. It feels like he tried to problem solve to deal with the consequences and not the issue at hand; the safety of Anya, his crewmember. It's how he failed as a captain.

I'm proud of him rushing headlong unto danger to try and save them all. God. What a vicious cruelty to deny Curly the one thing he does deserve credit for.

Anyways I'm redressing him like a mummy so he's nice and cozy for his 20 year sleep. Poor guy tried to intervene, badly, into something that needed to be prevented instead by the company and by foresight he didn't have about a dangerous, narcissistic best friend. Doomed from the beginning because of your character flaws and unwinnable scenarios. You're such a good little horror character; if feel like he's a good parable about putting safety first. Thanks for your follies bro I hope it has impacted my personal decision making for the better so I don't become you if I'm in your position.

[gregorygerwitz]

AITA for maiming my best friend?

I (32M) have known my best friend, E (32M), for about 6 years. We met through work when he started at my firehouse, and we kind of clicked by the end of our first shift. These are long stories, but I help him out with his son, C (13M), a lot, I take C to the zoo regularly, and we (C and I) got caught in the tsunami a few years ago when we went to the pier for the day. E has me in his will to take custody of C if anything happens to him. When I say he's my best friend, I mean he's like family, and we've been family for a while.

Last month, our team kind of borrowed an LAFD helicopter to save our captain and his wife when their cruise ship was capsized (yeah! that cruise ship!), so my future brother-in-law called an old buddy of his, T (45M), who's a helicopter pilot to fly us into a hurricane. T is super cool! He's a pilot, and he used to be at my firehouse before I got there, and he used to be in the army (like E!), and he likes karaoke and trivia and basketball and Star Wars.

E and T got really close after we did the helicopter rescue. T flew E to Vegas for a fight that he got ring-side tickets for (which meant T couldn't go out to get a beer with me, even though I think he wanted to). They went to a karaoke trivia night together. And when E was telling me about it, I kind of thought he was going to invite me, too, but he just asked me to babysit C for him that night instead. I love C, he's a great kid, but I was kind of sad I didn't get to spend time with my best friend.

When I was babysitting C, I saw E's day planner on the fridge. Underneath a take-out menu, there was something written in for this Thursday - "B.B.P.U. w/ T" - basketball pick up game with T (my sister made me explain it to her) - and it was CIRCLED - but it's this game that first responders have every other Thursday. E has asked me to go a few times, but I don't like basketball so I always say no.

Anyway, C kept talking about T all night while we ate dinner and played videogames. And T apparently lied to C about his favorite Star Wars movie to make C like him more??? Which should be illegal.

So I asked my BIL to go to the basketball game with me, and he kept asking why I suddenly like basketball (I don't like it, it's a stupid sport), all the way to the court. E teased me, too, but that's just what E does. But we played basketball against E and T and the rest of their team, and I wasn't doing too bad. And then E and T high fived a lot and were acting like they're best friends, even though E is my best friend, not T's, and I got frustrated.

I accidentally (?) knocked E over when he was going for a basket. My BIL said E sprained his ankle and was lucky I didn't break his leg when I knocked him down.

My sister says I was acting like a 14 year old girl, and I know she's kind of right. But it wasn't on purpose, I don't think.

AITA?

UPDATE: apparently I like guys???

UPDATE 2: a lot of the comments think I'm in love with E. no, he's just my best friend! T kissed me. we have a date on Saturday.

[forusomimiya]

@swimmingtimetravelwolf-blog ship & prompt: “I want to watch you” w/ Rintaro Suna ˚₊˚✧🦊✧˖°📱

"Hi babe"

"Hi bunny" in a medium-short shot, Suna is sitting on the hotel bed, his hair slightly tousled with wet ends, a sign of having just gotten out of the shower. His chest is bare, so from how other times he's gone to sleep, you imagine he'll only be wearing his high school volleyball team sweatpants, which still, and surprisingly, still fit.

"How was yar day?" you ask, wrapped between the cushions of your bed. He only has a frame of your face. He tells you that the game was tiring, but with a victory behind it. Yours, however, is all about studying and preparing projects. Also thinking a lot about him. Quite a lot. "'m looking forward to you being here with me"

"Me too, just 2 more weeks, ´kay?" you nod wistfully, but Suna can't see you like this. "Hey, I miss you." "Miss you too" the silence that envelops you for a few seconds hints at your next move. His next move.

"So... you´re alone now?"

"Umm yeah" his question gives you a noticeable clue as to what he means, but you can't help but ask him anyway. "Why?"

"Just… to know" oh right, now he just wants to know.

"No, tell me" but it's your hand that plays first. And how could you not do it when your boyfriend is also alone in the hotel room and the husky tone in his voice tickles between your legs. It's inadequate to say that Suna already knows where your hand is when he notices your agitated breathing and especially when your mouth opens involuntarily to let the air escape, fooling yourself that everything is under control.

Yes, Suna missed you too much too, so what better way to play dirty games?

"Why don't we help each other relax?" And what are you going to say to that comment? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just witness Suna's phone wobble as he tries with one hand to pull down his pants a little, just enough to free his cock and start stroking the tip slowly.

"Wanna see" you almost whimper, salivating as you imagine her hand clenched into a fist gently pumping his manhood.

"No bunny… I know you want me as much as I want you so, put that mouth to work and tell me how your pussy is"

"Yes, sir" you thought. Your hand snuck back under your underwear. "She's… soft. Very soft" you stroked up and down, reveling in the softness of it, grateful for what your fingers were touching, opening them to better appreciate you. "She's wet too, a lot…" you weren't lying. You were slippery, and your boyfriend's moans in the shell of your ear increased the flow, so you rushed to you rushed to masturbate more decisively, feeling your pussy throb with every "and what more" coming from the other end of the line. "And…and-" only broken words came out of you as your middle finger located that pleasurable spot as it passed over your clit, concentrating on him and that agitated voice.

"I want to watch you. Let me watch how that pussy drool for me" and though you hesitated for a second, you finally let him see what was going on down there, letting him watch through his screen as your fingers disappeared inside you and how they glistened covered in cum as they came out. "Fuck, I need you to say my name when you come. I want to hear it" Your melodious moans were a real delight to Suna, accompanied by his name being intoned louder and louder. "So close Rin… I- I can´t no m- hah!"

"I adore how naughty you are" Yes, he adored you. He adored the way that with a simple word or gaze, he brought out of you everything that made him overflow with pleasure. No blackmail. Just him being… him. However, you adored when Suna was too immersed in creating scenarios with you in his mind, that by the time he was cumming, he doesn´t told you.

It not be needed. That was what made you immediately follow him, besides his dirty high-pitched moans, the sound of his hand pumping his cock hard, and his name on your lips sounding long and loud as you overflowed your fingers.

[fairykingjing]

Trafalgar Law X F Reader- Do Barmaids Belong with Pirates part 2

Summary: @augustanna asked for a part two of Do Barmaids Belong with Pirates? so I whipped something up!

Warnings: characters arguing? Not much of any warning needed I don’t think.

WC: 725

It had only been a couple of days but you already felt at home on the Polar Tang. You were becoming familiar with the layout and you were learning everyone’s names. Law insisted that you needn’t worry about chores or the likes yet, but you didn’t want special treatment for being his girlfriend, so you helped out wherever you could. You were currently in the kitchen helping Bepo and some of the others clean up dinner, when Law popped in.

“Hey, we need to have a chat about the other day,” Law started bluntly.

“What about it, captain?” Bepo asked. “I thought everything worked out. You got the girl, didn’t you?”

“I’m still not happy with what happened, and you all got lucky that it did work out, but that’s not what I’m referring to,” Law answered. “I can understand that people get nosy, but listening at the door and spying on our conversation is not okay. I am a doctor after all, and privacy is of upmost importance.”

“Oh, that…” Bepo said nervously. “We just wanted to make sure she was okay, I mean you were pretty pissed off earlier.”

“I wasn’t pissed off at her though. I was angry at the rest of my crew. Besides, you couldn’t even try to hide the fact that you were listening,” Law sighed. “Just… don’t do it again. Seriously. And respect mine and the crews privacy. The door was shut for a reason.”

“Yes, captain Law,” Bepo sniffled. He returned to washing the dishes. Law turned to you next.

“And what do you think you’re doing, love?” he asked disapprovingly. “I thought I told you not to worry about chores until you had some time to settle in.”

“I know,” you whined. “But I don’t want special treatment! Just let me do some dishes or mop a floor.”

“We did accidentally kidnap you,” Penguin chimed in. “I’d say that calls for special treatment.”

“Stay out of this, Penguin,” Law snapped. You started to speak, but he turned and spoke to you first. “I know you’ve been sneaking around the ship trying to make yourself useful, and I know you don’t want special treatment, but I just want you to take it easy and adjust a little more. It’s only been a couple of days.”

“Sorry for trying to help,” you retorted.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to help,” he explained with a sigh. “I just want you to stop trying to do so much.”

“I’m not even doing that much!” you defended.

“Wow, sounding like an old married couple already,” Shachi laughed. Everyone chuckled at that, and you couldn’t help but to laugh along too. Law tried to keep his composure, but even he had to crack a smile.

“Okay, okay, fine. You can help with the dishes after meals, if it’ll make you feel better,” Law conceded.

“Thank you,” you smiled up at him. “Was that really so hard?” He let out yet another sigh. He seemed to do that a lot, though you couldn’t understand why. You turned around to help finish up the kitchen, but it was already done.

“Oh well, guess you’ll have to come relax for a while,” Law smirked.

“Hey! I thought you said you’d let me help!” you protested.

“I said you could help with the dishes, I didn’t say there would be any left for you to help with,” he laughed. You accepted defeat, deciding to follow Law back to his room. He collapsed on his bed and you were quick to follow. He pulled you into his arms and into a hug. “Why are you so stubborn?” he asked. “Just let me take care of you.”

“I don’t get taken care of, I take care of everyone else,” you answered shyly. “I’m not used to this.”

“Well you better get used to it, okay? Because I’m not going anywhere,” he said softly. “I love you.”

You froze at his words. He loved you? Did the crew put something else in his drink? You still found it hard to believe a pirate like him would ever love a barmaid like you, but he was showing you time and time again that he meant every word. So, you would have to believe them. A smile spread across your face as you finally spoke. “I love you, too.”

I hope you enjoyed!

[asukaskerian]

prompt 4 for moshang with the mood "incensed" would be hilarous i imagine

Mythology - Foretold by the gods - moshang

--

So he might have, maybe, at some point -- some late at night or maybe very early point -- tried to figure out an OC for Mobei-jun to ship w fuck. Dude was so perfect, it was a shame his dump truck ass and sequoia thighs remained unembraced. (Also the whole "he's so mysterious and never opens up and unveils his deep thoughts and tender feelings except for me" fantasy but never mind all that.)

He'd gone exactly as far as 'Meeting: why tf would he notice anyone. Dashing rescue? Why does he need a rescue he's too cool and basically untrappable anyway, what are they rescuing him from socializing with his cousins lmao???' on his notes before giving up on making it realistic. The next scribble was 'cuz i said so ok next'. 

There had been no 'next'. His battery had died and when he managed to get home and get his laptop plugged in it was time for another word vomit on the topic of Bing-ge's meat truncheon.

[Secret side-quest: Easter egg! 1/536 discovered. Keep going!][Category: "is it a headcanon if you didn't think it up with your upper head?" 1/413]

'System-bro, what the entire fuck!?!' Airplane screeched inside his heart of hearts; ass on the floor (bruising), clothes askew (from sleeping in them!!), and the most gorgeous, terrifying man he'd ever seen staring down at him from the bed they'd crashed into (Mobei-jun first, because unconscious, Airplane later, because idiot) the previous night.

Because he had expected being sneered at; being talked down to; being attacked on sight. Being haughtily ignored, after sufficient groveling at crotch level.

But his most perfect, most unattainable creation, that Himalayan peak made flesh, saying that --

--

The problem with Airplane was, he didn't trust people. He didn't trust them to share their feelings and decisions with him freely instead of leaving him reeling at yet another swerve of which he was merely collateral damage. He didn't trust them not to lie to themselves, or even know they were lying to themselves, so even if they did tell him what they thought or felt he assumed they were doing the polite 'the real reason is none of your business but telling you to fuck off is rude' thing at best.

So yes, his favorite game from childhood had been to pick someone in the crowd and tell himself stories about their life. This guy is a grandfather of seven and doesn't know the birthday of a single grandkid and his eldest son just pointed it out to him, but not even angrily which is worse because that's how low the bar he failed to clear was, that's why the fancy package and the gloomy expression. That girl just broke up -- she's so angry though -- he was fucking her sister. No wait, her nails are short, it was a girlfriend for sure; she fucked her brother, a double betrayal. It had evolved into telling himself stories about his classmates and his half-siblings and his parents, since they were never ever gonna bother to invite him to take a real glimpse inside, anyway. 

He was fully aware that statistically speaking he was probably wrong a lot of the time, but 1. coming up with coherent narratives was satisfying enough to smother the jealousy and loneliness and 2. as far as he was concerned it was true until proved otherwise, which was never.

But a guy who gave him nothing to work with. That was a challenge. That was fascinating. 

....

But a guy who greeted him by "You are to be my husband?" with a tone of dismay?!

What the fuck! What the fuck!! What the flying dick-flapping fuck!!!

He was so shocked, he forgot to kowtow. 

"You uh. My king?" He hadn't made the guy so above it all that he landed straight back into a a naive ingenue, right? "Just sleeping on the same mattress doesn't -- people don't have to be married to share--" 

The muggy air of the inn room went so cold so fast that condensation rolled cold drops down his back. 

(The effect didn't last; there was a haze in the air, briefly, and then a suffocating breeze from outside ruined the surprise air-con.)

"You will not speak to me like an idiot child," Mobei-jun-to-be rumbled threateningly, and then ruined the cool by continuing in that wtf vein. "My husband will show respect to his wife or his wife shall reign as a widow."

Holy shit, now Mobei-jun was the wife???!?!??? What? What! Airplane was dead. Again. For good. 

He stayed down there sitting on his ass, waiting for the world to make sense. It didn't happen. The man of his masochistic dreams had crossed his arms over his massive bara titties like a barricade and was now sulking up there like an offended wi-- no, he couldn't even think it. 

"My -- my king? It's only, ah, your humble servant doesn't... recall... getting married...?"

Eyes as blue as the afterimage of a lightning strike speared him through, metaphorically.

"Not yet. But we must." 

He let out a long sigh; and his face didn't twitch when he moved to aggravate his wound, but the way he stilled for a breath was telling. Shang not-yet-Qinghua winced in reflexive sympathy.

"There is a prophecy."

"... Ah?" A prophecy. About his king. That he hadn't put into the story. That he hadn't even scribbled into the margins or thought about. 'System?!'

[Yes, valued User?]

"There is a prophecy for each generation, and most of them don't matter," the ice demon using that shitty inn bed as his throne said with a bitter tone. "But the eleventh ruler of the Northern Desert will be heralded by his foretold spouse; that is how he is confirmed."

"Ohh," Airplane said intelligently and with characteristic eloquence. 

"'You will know them by these things," his king quoted sourly, "first, they will heal you; second, share your bed; third, offer their hand, and service, and their soul."

'Their soul! Their soul!! I was offering my sneakiness and maybe my dick, ah?! System!!! Who told you to mess up my creation with made-up prophecies?!'

[The easter egg category: "is it a headcanon if you didn't think it up with your upper head?" belongs to the third rung of canon : Word of God.]

But he hadn't told anyone--

But he'd written it down, he remembered now. 'Cuz i said so.'

Oh god. Oh immortals ascended before him. Oh little ancestors in both and either worlds. Someone fix this for him. "My king. Haha. My king, that is -- so vague! So vague?! How can there not be a dozen candidates with criteria so -- so stupid? And if the prophecy is common knowledge then people knew them in advance?! How were you not sabotaged right and left--"

...Oh no. He was gorgeous when he smirked like this, slow and feline, satisfied. My king, so unfair.

"This prince has long since made it a point not to sleep where others may catch him." A delicate pause. "He has also made it a point to return misplaced agents to his most obstinate siblings's chambers at a time his elders may not miss them."

"--Oh. Disqualifying them for trying to disqualify you -- so smart, my king!" For a moment, he had gotten enthused. But then he remembered that they were discussing his sudden non-canon matrimony, and then he started poking it for plot holes. "But -- just anybody can share your bed."

"The language is old, and clear. The prophecy speaks of the only person to ever share this king's bed."

... Hhghhhk.

That stare. So hard. Offended. Those cheekbones. So cutting. That nose, regal; that hair.

"My king," Airplane said as he climbed up to his feet, eyes trained on the floor and his knees and the things spread on the table and anything else at all. "Have you ever thought that the 'sharing a bed' section was metaphorical?" 

He met the demon's eyes then, incredulous and angry, buoyant with it. "You haven't even shown me your dick and you think I should be making recompense?! What the fuck! Passing out on the same shitty mattress doesn't mean getting deflowered! I didn't knock you up with a snowball ass egg, why the fuck should I--"

Oh, he was tall. Also wide. Especially wide. Flatten me daddy indeed. 

Oh, he was angry.

"It is not. Metaphorical. Though if all you need is to see my body--"

His hand landed on his belt. Shang eventually-Qinghua stopped breathing, body hot and bubbling with too much emotion--

It read like one of his waifu plots, the Joan of Arc types, unconquerable holy virgins except via the pressure of greater good.

A vague scrying over some random-ass kingdom, a little prophecy and welp! Nothing to it, just gotta fuck it out for the marital bed and then never again. At least you getting lawfully reamed has saved Bumfucknowhereistan.

'System. Demerit if I say hell no?'

[The bonus Mobei-jun questline remains optional, and brings User no penalties on opt-out.]

'Great.'

Like hell he was jumping into marriage because he liked some guy's face and didn't want to be bothered by geriatric busybodies tittering over his lack of wedlock. Who was he, his mother?

"I'll pass. Sorry, my king, at least I'm ditching you long before the altar?"

And with a sweep of his hand, he dumped all his things off the table and into his qiankun pouch, and was jumping out the window and doing a sick flip trick on his trusty borrowed blade. Airplane over and out, bro! 

Thanks for nothing. Now his spank bank was forever tainted.

--

Three days later he was still dealing with bursts of anger and anguish and other moronic emotions, which didn't help navigating his miraculous return to the sect ("I was so scared!" lost its impact if he broke a sneery judgmental Shixiong's ankle with a well-placed kick) or the medical peak's nosiness ("Who cares about the bruises, my biggest injury is my blue balls and broken heart, thanks!") or Shen not-quite-Quingqiu's scalpel eyes.

His king's eyes were prettier. 

His king was never going to be his king. Optional quest line. Yeah. He vaguely wondered how the System planned to make him betray the sect, then, who for, and then decided it wasn't his problem. Fuck it. He was sure it could do blackout poetry with his notes and pull out some contrived justification that would amount for half as much incentive as Mobei-jun's everything. 

His fierce determination, his fearlessness, his skill, his -- his body.

His body that was extremely too visible on Shang in-his-soul-Qinghua's disciple bed, shoulders draped in furs and bountiful meaty muscle on full frontal display.

"I will not," he growled low and quiet, "be discarded by my spouse."

"Hhg."

He had snow leopard rosettes on his flanks in dusky blue, secret patterns never appeared in any cover art Airplane had commissioned. 

[Secret side-quest: Easter egg! 2/536 discovered. Keep going!]

... Oh god, it turned out Shang Qinghua was exactly as stupid as Bing-ge's most ice-cold chaste wives. Because 'lie back and think of England?' Yeah, he was going to think of England and that dick.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Was I the asshole for kinda cheating on my partner?

This happened 4 years ago

So I (then 17-18, nbl) was dating this guy B (then 18, m), he was my first actual relationship but, to put it lightly, he wasn't that great. He mocked/disrespected my very real religious beliefs to my face, belittled my taste in music, tried to pressure me into sleeping with him even though I told him at the time that I was ace and sex repulsed, he was sexist and would sometimes put his hand over my mouth when I tried to talk about something that was "for the boys" so to speak, even if I was right there.

I started going to school (we were both homeschooled and met through activities) and at this new school I made some friends who introduced me to D (then 21, m) and as I got dragged into this group, D and I started getting closer; we'd see each other daily while B refused to go out and only ever hung out with me if it was at one of our homes so I'd only see him once every 2 weeks or so. When I turned 18, B took me out in our first actual date in 2 years of being together! He took me to see a movie then the mall. On our way back to the bus I asked him if he thought I looked pretty (I was very insecure at this point bc of all the belittling) and he said that I could "lose a few pounds" (I wore medium clothes) and the ensuing "argument" thing led to him basically telling me he could replace me with a hooker...and I said that I was the best he could ever do since he's quite big himself and never does anything with his life. now at this point he knew I liked D, as I was a very honest person, and he seemed fine with it. What he didn't know was that throughout the months D had been just kinda...being affectionate, nothing outright, just a pat on the shoulder, an arm around my shoulder, etc., and I'd lean into it. There were many times I'd end up just...laying my head on his lap at the Tim Hortons next to school, in my mind all of this was completely innocent, as I was very inexperienced with intimacy outside of the intimacy a girl can have with other girl friends, and my guy friends were all very distant and no-touchy, having someone who made me feel grounded, and safe, while I was experiencing all sorts of new things and learning to unlearn a lot of harmful things I believed, was comforting. But now, looking back, I wonder if what I did qualified as cheating, and it didn't help that EVERYONE at my school shipped D and I and were just waiting to see us get together, I felt rather close to him but it never felt romantic (turned out I'm also aro). I eventually ended things w B and 3 days later started dating D BY ACCIDENT (he cornered me in the cafeteria and forced a confession out of me, then after school we had a conversation at Tim Hortons) and I eventually cut ties w B bc HE LITERALLY JUST STOPPED REACHING OUT EVEN THOUGH IT WAS HIM WHO HAD A CRUSH ON ME I WAS DOING ALL THE WORK OF THE RELATIONSHIP anyway, I'm...still coping w my past at times, but was I the asshole? Should I maybe not have been cuddling this guy for months? Also I didn't realize at the start that he was 3 years older than me, I learned later on that we started having feelings for eachother when I was still a minor.

What are these acronyms?

[screamlet]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by no one, stolen off the dash- the numbers are outrageous because i've been writing in fandom since 2009 🫠 here's my whole ao3 profile ("back catalogue") lol.

1. How many works do you have an AO3? 144

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 1,624,724

3. What fandoms do you write for? right now: 9-1-1 and bts

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? the cleverness of me (star trek, kirk/spock) an upbeat kind of dirge (star trek, amanda/sarek, kirk/spock) visit philadelphia (hamilton, hamilton/laurens) every day is a gift that's why they call it the present (hamilton, lots of pairings) you are cordially invited (star trek, kirk/spock)

5. Do you respond to comments? not... really... for a really stupid reason! which is that my hamilton fics (especially the first two) were some of the first posted on the ao3 and the comments blew up so much i couldn't catch up and never caught up. years later, i have 3100 unread comments but i read them all the time 🥹

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? the five year mission (star trek, kirk/spock). read the tags!!! though i kind of love the comments that are like "i didn't read the tags/warning and holy shit i should have."

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? i'm a sappy romcom bitch at heart, so most of them do. off the top of my head, the most recent: what are your intentions? (9-1-1, bucktommy) and out of the woods (into your arms) (bts, namseok). i think happiest is relative to the time/agonies it took to get there and these two warm the hell out of my heart.

8. Do you get hate on fics? no thankfully.

9. Do you write smut? When The Story Calls For It

10. Do you write crossovers? not opposed to them but i haven't come across an idea where it would work.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that i know of and let's keep it that way!!!!!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? yes, mostly into russian and mandarin

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? yes!!!! but not in a long time, god knows how it would go these days because i might be more Exacting these days. or it would go great! driven outside and driven in (princess diaries 2, mia/nicholas) dexterity (star trek, amanda/sarek) 14. What's your all time favorite ship? honestly bucktommy is working its way up there because i love love love buck so much. SO MUCH. OUR SPECIAL BOY. but long term it's: kirk/spock (star trek, every version), nicke (nicklas backstrom)/ovi (alex ovechkin) (hockey rpf), and cory/shawn from boy meets world (I KNOW).

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? i try not to post WIP's because i really avoid reading WIP's unless i trust the author. but there's one fest fic that i'm going to finish if it kills me: table for him and you and me (bts, rapline ot3). there's also an unposted bts star trek au that i haven't touched in two years that is my white whale that i have to finish one day, goddddddd

16. What are your writing strengths? dialogue, and it comes so easily, it comes first

17. What are your writing weaknesses? everything else, lol. describing people's appearances? if you don't have a visual reference, i am fucked. 18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i don't like when it's italicized. it feels too much like making it ~exotic, but that's my own very personal and subjective opinion i don't want to argue about. AND i did it in a recent fic, so. idk. 19. First fandom you wrote for? probably lord of the rings or harry potter in the pre-ao3 days, and all of them are lost to history/livejournal 20. Favorite fics you've written? a lot of hockey rpf ones, i don't know what was in the water but i love them still (all nicky/ovi, all archive locked) the arrival of 290287 backstrom the washington royals did you ever stop to love me

my three boy meets world/girl meets world fics (cory/shawn/topanga): it's just the rest of our lives for bts: my namseok regency au, the other 100k+ fic i've written. i love it and i don't think you need to be a bts fan/namseok shipper to read it. if you like regency stuff, agony, mutual pining, childhood sweethearts to estranged husbands to reconciliation: i think you'll love it! like the ocean needs the waves (bts, namseok, 121k) and recency bias is a thing but man i love my six precious bucktommy stories i've posted. especially what are your intentions? i have a lot of long comfort fics that i've read over the years that i love going back to over and over again, and yes i wrote it but this is one of them for me (and i hope it becomes one for other people)

passing this on to anyone who wants to think about their writing at 12:30 AM! but also @waldorph @rcmclachlan @cecilyv @dadvans @liminalmemories21 @geddyqueer

[snurtsnurtcreations]

The Fisherwoman Pt 3

Call of duty pirate au outline part 3 (links: part 1, part 2, part 4)

Pirate captain Soap x Former navy officer now pirate first mate Ghost x fisherwoman reader

Welcome to my most recent brainworm :D Enjoy!

Warnings: kidnapping, getting flogged, sleazy guy, death of sleazy guy

You throw yourself fully into work, life exactly as it had been for the past ten years, and yet suddenly so much more empty. You take your mind off it by keeping busy, fishing, knitting, humming and singing when you’re alone to ward off the sickening silence.

One day you’re minding your business at the marketplace, selling your fish, when you see someone that looks like they belonged with the late Shadow crew. You subtly keep your eye on him, and whaddaya know, overhear him grumbling to his partner that “none of this would have happened if Graves had listened to me and not taken the deal with General Shepherd…”

General Shepherd! Good grief that sounds like a big wig name. You file it away for later.

“At least that damn Cap’n Soap and that Ghost of his are right on track to the trap.” His companion mumbles. Your ears perk up even more at that, heart racing and mind going off at speeds unimaginable.

“Damn right. Seems they fell for it hook line and skinker. I just wish we hadn’t lost the whole damn crew for it.” the man scoffs, “Y’think if I complain about it to Shepherd when we report in, he’ll compensate us?”

“Unlikely.”

Well. Now you’ve got a million and one thoughts occupying your mind. After a night of pondering what to do with this information, you decide it’s about time for a long overdue visit to your dear cousin

So you sell your stock, let the neighborhood know you’ll be out, leave a note on the tabe describing your whereabouts in case the two did come home before you did, put on your pretty new boots, holster the new flintlock pistol Simon got you, and hitch a ride with the traveling merchant to the big city a day’s trip out

Your cousin is a captain of his own little passenger ship, ferrying folks between France and England. He also had quite a way with words: where you were a fisherwoman by trade, he knew how to fish for information.

He eagerly welcomed you into his home, and listened intently as you explained the situation. He oohed and aahed at your ring, congratulated you, and got serious as you explained the more delicate details.

“You know what? I betcha Ms. Laswell would know more about that. Why don’t we find her at this event, I’ll introduce you to her, we’ll see what we can learn, and then we’ll go from there?”

“That sounds fantastic, thank you Leo, I knew I could count on you!”

So you go to the event, a little out of sorts but confident for the sake of your husbands. Leo introduces you to a whole selection of people, young and old, man and woman, some in military uniform, others in nobles attire. He lead you to a distinguished woman in a crisp military uniform, her stature sharp and poised.

“Ms. Laswell! How are you this fine evening? Let me introduce you to my cousin,” and so Leo goes on and on, and somehow turns the conversation toward pirates, and from there to the infamous Captain Soap

You learn a lot you hadn’t known that surely must have been known by the wider public and likely wouldnt have been news had you not been from a small town

“Mr. Connell,” Laswell narrows her eyes at Leo, “I know you well enough… what is it you’re fishing for this time?”

“Who, me? Don’t be silly,it’s my cousin who’s the fisherwoman.”

“Yes, well, it was nice to meet you, ma’am, and always good to see you Mr. Connell, but I really ought to get going.”

The event had certainly been a learning experience, as you’d learned a lot about the many different pirate crews on the seas, but most important was learning who General Shepherd was. You’d been able to catch a glimpse of him surrounded by a group of others, and even caught some of the conversation. The man was in charge of putting a stop to piracy, and hated Captain Soap specifically with a passion. He very assuredly stated that soon those pirates shall be no more

None of that helped you figure out how to help your loverboys, but it did give you a starting point on what exactly could be going on out there and the nature of the trap.

Leo suggested you tag along for his trip to France and back, see the sights, relax a little, possibly hear some gossip that might further paint the picture of what’s going on out there. You readily agree.

And as a matter of fact he turns out to be right. General Shepherd’s wife just so happened to be on board. She openly complained about how the man was married to his job and how even with her all he’d talk about was how much he hated those pirates. “But he promises soon they will be no more. He’s going to have them killed at the Cape of Good Hope, you see! Oh, it certainly gives me good hope to finally be rid of those pesky pirates.”

You feel sick to your stomach all of the sudden, and excuse yourself from the conversation by virtue of sea sickness. You don’t get far though

It turns out that being on a ship with a big wig is a horrible idea. Pirates strike at that moment, tearing through the ship, looking for one Mrs. Shepherd. You glance back at the noble and jump to cath her as she faints from the stress of the situation.

Which is how the pirates find you, cradling the limp body of their target. What looks to be their captain haughtily strides in, glares down his nose at you tow, then tells his crew, with a strange accent you don’t recognize “An attendant? Take them both.”

As you’re being taken away, you notice the pirates setting up some sort of charges all over the ship, connected by a wire. Your cousin is slumped against the mast cradling a bloody wound in his abdomen, eyes angry but body unresponsive. A pirate hands a little block to Makarov, the last pirate on the boardwalk. With a press of the button, he returns to his ship, and just as the pirate ship gets some distance from the passenger ship, a quick chain of explosions demolishes the ship and all who were left on it

Which is how you end up on a certain Captain Makarov’s ship, confined to a fairly spacious quarters above deck, but prisoners all the same. You do your best to comfort the hysterical Mrs. Shepherd, even as your own heart is aching with the loss of your cousin and the barely suppressed panic at the entire situation. To those pirates, you are no one. Mrs. Shepherd at least had a chance by virtue of being an important hostage, but you? You’re thought of as nothing more than the lady’s servant. Easily dispensable.

None of the crew care enough to pay much attention to you two though, and that is a small relief. They feed their hostages the bare minimum, then lock the door on their way out.

Well. All but one. One man keeps sending you sleazy glances, but thankfullyhe hasn’t tried anything. Yet. His gaze makes you lad the pirates hadn’t bothered patting you down for weapons. Your pistol was still in its holster, hidden under your skirts.

You and the missus play memory games to pass the time and make the fear feel less overbearing. Sometimes you sing a song to stabilize yourself. Mrs. Shepherd greatly appreciates the sound, though she comments it’s not quite in tune as this one singer she met. Mrs. Shepherd loves to talk and she easily fills the silences with tales of great shows and places she’s seen. You believe a week or so passes in this way.

You have a nightmare, once, waking with a gasp. When the sight that greets your eyes does nothing to alleviate your stress, you close your eyes, curling up with the blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders. You imagine being within Simon and Johnny’s embrace.

The days become oddly routine.

Until one evening, about an hour after you got your usual dinner, a crewman returns to the quarters. He points a stubby finger at you.

“You. Up. Let’s go.”

Stiffening, you rise and follow the man out. He grabs your upper arm to steer you where he needs you to go. A careful survey of the situation reveals that it seems the ship is partying. Half the men are drunk and the others are either on their way there or busy playing cards, chatting with each other in a foreign language, laughing rambunctiously.

The man leading you guides you right to Captain Makarov himself

“Servant girl.” The captain greets. “My crew tell me your siren song has them enchanted. You must understand, they have not been in a woman’s company in much too long, so the bar truly is very low, but they claim that you have the best singing voice they had ever heard. Sing us a song, servant girl.”

You stiffen, suddenly aware of the many eyes on you. You want to be defiant, to spit in his face and tell him you’re not a servant, least of all to him, but. But you must be cautious. You must be careful. You are dispensable here.

So you sing a song, and then another when asked, and another. Some of the pirates take out instruments and start playing along, the drunk ones warble along with you, and it seems to be quite the jolly experience for the whole crew. But you couldn’t force yourself to relax in this company even if you’d tried. You stand off to the side once no one asks for more songs, quiet as a mouse, as they continue their merry making. You don’t dare move from your spot until the captain give you a little clap, says “Very good.” like you’re a trick dog that deserves a treat, and then a crewman take you back to your prison.

Mrs. Shepherd, of course, wants to know everything that happened. After hearing the retelling, she for some reason gets it into her head that the Captain ust have liked her, and oh how scandalous! But perhaps you could use this to your advantage! And-

You listen to her prattle on late into the night, until she finally falls asleep. You can’t help but wonder if you’re even going to survive this whole ordeal. How stupid of you to have gone on this whole trip. Had you really thought you’d be able to do anything to help your lovers? Where were your boys now? Halfway to their destination? Likely within each other’s arms, Johnny’s deep voice lulling them to sleep. How you wished to have just one more night within their embrace. Would they ever know what happened to you if you died out here?

Cut to Johnny and Simon on the Stalker, yelling at their crew as they fight an oncoming storm. The ship tips dangerously to the right, the crew holding on for dear life to not topple into the waters, and then it rights itself. Waves slosh over the sides of the ship, and bucketfuls of rain hit hard, making everything slick and wet. Simon just barely saves a crewman from falling over the side of the ship, then holds on himself for dear life as the ship tilts again. A ray of moonlight breaks through the clouds. Just a little longer, Johnny thinks as he ties a rope. Knocked off his footing by a sudden wave, Simon starts sliding across the deck. Johnny catches him just in time and pushes both of them into the railing as a barrier between them and the ocean. Just a little longer.

The rain eases up and the waves settle slowly, and suddenly it is like there was no storm at all. A cheer raises up from the crew, the moonlight a gentle reminder that most folks are asleep at this hour. Soon, after checking everything over, everyone settles down for the night.

Simon drags Johnny into bed, both of them exhausted but glad that the worst of the trip is over with. They’re halfway there, and then they could make the trip back home, back into your arms.

“What d’yoo think she’s doin right noow?” Johnny asks tiredly, his eyes half closed in an attempt to stay awake.

“Probably got her guitar out. Singing a song ‘fore bed.” Simon murmurs, eyes already closed.

“Ah miss ‘er”.

“Me too.” Simon sighs, “Soon. We’ll be home soon.”

Soon.

Cut back to Makarov’s ship. The following morning is awfully quiet on deck, but the prisoners’ breakfast is served as usual. Unfortunately, it is served by the sleazy man, who has a disgusting grin on his face. He drops the breakfast off on a table and closes the door behind him as he steps closer. A pit of dread fills your stomach.

“You put on quite the show last night, little girl. Were you showing off just for me?” He closes in on you, cornering you with a hungry gaze. Mrs. Shepherd, who watches this all unfold wide eyed from her seat, starts shouting and screeching for help.

You try to unexpectedly make a run for it, but he is faster, coils an arm around your waist and throws you down onto the floor. Your ears ring for a moment, and he’s already on top of you, his hands scrambling to push you skirt up. You kick him inthe face, your own hands racing up your thigh and taking out your pistol

He only has time to widen his eyes before BANG… and he’s lying on the ground in a puddle of blood

Many feet come racing to the door, and a group of pirates stumble through the doorway, shouting, enraged when they see their fallen comrade. You hardly pay them any mind, trying hard to take deep breaths and not throw up, but your eyes are glued to the now dead man.

In walks the captain, and with one look at the scene, the trembling woman with her skirts hiked up, the gun held loosely in her hand resting on the floor, the dead man- he snarls a command, and his crew dutifully follow it.

The gun is pocketed, the dead man dragged away, and you are forced to your feet and marched out to the deck.

You’re pushed to your knees in the middle of the deck, which is unusually quiet -most men likely hungover and still asleep after the wild night they had. The few men that were up and about had all turned their attention to the current situation. The captain drags your head up by fisting a hand in your hair to meet his gaze.

“Now. I commend you for fighting back. For that, you have my respect.” The captain concedes. The men around boo and holler about injustice. The captain raises his voice. “All of my crew know that what he was trying to do contradicted with a direct order.”

The crew fell silent.

“However.” He lets your hair go. “You killed one of my men, and for that, you must be punished.” With an imperious glance, and a tilt of his head, he shrugs. “Twenty lashes.”

Your breath picks up, but you grit your teeth. You would live through twenty lashes. It would be horrible, and painful, and leave you even more scarred than you already were, but you would live.

They tie your hands to a post in front of you and tear the clothing off your back. You hold up what’s left of it against your chest, to preserve whatever little dignity you have left. You count in your mind in time with the crew.

One.

Pain, bright blinding pain as you’d never known before.

Two.

You lean forward, press your forehead against the post, gasping as the lash tears through your skin, through your muscle.

Three.

A cry of agony is ripped from your trembling form. Your whole body shakes. You would live. You would live. You would live. You repeat it like a mantra.

Four. Five. Six.

Only six! How cruel. How unimaginable. It feels like your back is torn to shreds, like all that remains is your spine and ribbons of what once was skin.

Seven. Eight. Nine.

…would you live? It feels as though there’s nothing left of your back. Nothing more to flay, and yet the lash kept coming, making you sob with each hit.

Ten.

Halfway there. Only halfway. You would not survive it, your jumbled mind pushes. It feels as though by the time they get to twenty lashes they will have carved all the way through you and have left you with a hole in place of a chest.

Eleven.

A pause. A whistle in the air. A crash as a cannonball collides with the deck, carving its way into the wood.

You can do nothing but lay there, curled up in a ball as the pirates on deck abandon you and rush to their defenses, shouting and yelling and feet pounding over the deck. They are not fast enough. Three more cannonballs have burst through the ship by the time the crew have even a semblance of defense up.

The other ship is already boarding, men dressed in Royal Navy uniforms breaching the ship. Bullets whiz by, wood splinters, the shouting continues. You watch with bleary eyes, then curl up once more, trying to even out your breaths, to sweep away the fuzziness that has overtaken your brain from the pain.

You black out.

[luneariann]

Hey Lune, you got your username from Land of the Lustrous, right?

I was thinking about it and just had a thought:

Chuuya == Cinnabar

Dazai == Phosphophylite

Chuuya and Cinnabar are just too alike with their highly destructive abilities, but my only logic for Dazai is "Phos gets damaged a lot plus gay ships."

But yeah, just a cool thought I wanted to share because your user made me think of that awesome anime again ^^

HI THIS AU HAS CONSUMED MY EVER WAKING THOUGHTS TY SM FOR SHARING THIS YIUVE OPNENED MY EYES SM I MADE A LITTLE BIT OF LORE AND ART FOR IT IF YIU DONT MIND!!! SPRRY THIS TOK SO LONG I WAS BUSY W UNI AND I WAS ONLY ABLE TO RLY DRAW MORE NOW

OKOK SO!!! Since you said you weren’t that attached to Dazai being a Phosphophylite I thought him being a Lapis would actually be more fitting! Since they were known for in the manga for their immense intelligence curiosity, moral ambiguity and being generally hard to read! Which I feel fits him rly well!

As for Chuuya as Cinnabar yiure SO CORRECT, so I propose that he’s a weirdly mutated batch of it that actually has his poison (?) contained inside his body, in order to use it he actually needs to break, (like when he uses corruption cough cough) he’s the strongest fighter in their school and since he obviously wanted to protect everyone he would often abuse his ability, which is harmful because I’m order to use it he needs to literally break himself + the poison in of itself is corrosive and actively damages him everytime he uses it ASIDE from destroying everything around him!

It’s really effective for killing Lunerians but it also means he often shouldered the burden of protecting everyone alone because he rly can’t use it with people around him, and I imagine the others in the school would really look up to Chuuya as the strongest, kinda like they do Bort in canon! So they wouldn’t rly see this was harming him cuz he wouldn’t want them to know cuz he would feel this would be letting them down

Which is where Dazai comes in, I think he would originally not be a fighter type, I think he used to work at the school in research and strategy without actually being in the battle field, up until he encounters Chuuya and takes an interest in him bcz ofc he does. He’d be the first person to actually really see what’s going on with Chuuya overworking himself and breaking himself for the sake of the others, and I think he would step in by becoming Chuuyas partner, which Chuuya obviously wouldn’t want but we all know how persistent and cunning Dazai is so he somehow get his way

As for why he wanted to be Chuuyas partner in the first place? Because he wanted Chuuya to stop breaking himself and he knew that him being there achieved two things 1. Chuuya cannot use corruption because Dazai would be near him, and 2. Chuuya wouldn’t have to use corruption because Dazai would be there to come up with attack strategies on the fly

And this double black would be born!

(Also a fun side effect of Lapis Dazai is we get the red and blue symbolism back)

EDIT: BTW DAZAI ENDS UP ASKING YOSANO TO TEACH HIM HEALING CUZ HE KNOWS CHUUYA ISNT COMFORTABLE BEING WEAK IN FRONT OF THE OTHERS SO THAT WAY DAZAI HAS STITCH HIM BACK UP ON THE RARE OCCASION ITS ACTUALLY NECESSARY TO USE CORRUPTION

Anyway tysm for this ask! It’s honestly been a rly fun au to think abt :)!!!

[horrorknife]

handing you the microphone. tell me more about hoffheight.

oh Man. you dont even know what u have done........

ok so um . i think that there are a myriad of interesting ways for them to Meet each other but i think their relationship for the most part stays consistent. i've done a lot of thinking and Rp Writing for this because i am . Insane LOL

at first i just thought they'd have interesting interactions but the more i thought about it the more i realized that they are both a) the Most prey animal of the jigsquad (i count adam by proxy because. he has to be in order for my nefarious deeds to work. but that's a whole other topic i can't get into here lol) and b) the same type of defensive and angry person who is really just terrified at the world around them.

adam's strongest (onscreen) bond is lawrence (altho i am tempted 2 say he is the deepest bond he has. genuinely. lol cant get into that here either tho) and mark's is angelina. both of them are forcefully ripped away from them, and both of them deal w it by turning to Anger. (no one lets adam be fucking mad enough. well enough i say. im here to fix the softboy fandomification of this guy.) i think they could find a good common ground after getting to know each other.

at first i think adam really enjoys trying to poke at hoffman to get reactions, and hoffman is so annoyed but also intrigued because he does Not get this guy. so they treat each other like culture samples in petri dishes for a while. at first its just like smoke breaks or adam (who is actually p adept at engineering after learning some of it) helping mark fix things on his prototypes. they just chat idly or enjoy the silence, and both of them are constantly internally like This Is So Weird But I Actually Kind Of Like Being Around You

i like to think their relationship isn't really romantic but it's not platonic either. if they were NORMAL people it would be a qpr but they're fucking crazy people so it's just a weird situationship. they love and care for each other a LOT a lot a lot. i like to think adam is hoffman's little pet cat and he's always giving him pepper spray and new knives and shit for self defense bc he's incredibly protective of him. i don't think he'd like the idea of lawrence coming around and interacting w adam again because he had to see adam struggle and help him recover from the emotional damage lawrence did to him.

i also think that while adam does round hoffman's sharp edges out just a little, it's much more interesting to explore how mark's influence makes adam More violent (bc hes already predisposed to violence and i think mark could absolutely capitalize on that)

i could say so much more about them adkjfngjkfn but ummmm. to tie this post off have this hoffheight hoffman doodle i did for a warmup last night

edit: oh and i should really mention that they are constantly up and down w each other, those 2 men have such short tempers that they would absolutely fight and argue and yell at each other. theyre explicitly toxic for each other as all saw ships should be. this is necessary.

[ghoooooooooooooooost]

i only shared it w a friend before but can i tell you all my death mark 2 au/rewrite... here (spoilers obvi, also body horror + insects warning)

(edited so theres more details smile)

most things r the same except for the departed (and no naked girl cgs OFCOURSE)

making it so that the departed pretends to be daimon instead of the two high school girls

normal daimon is around but he’ll gradually get sick n every now n then something weeeeird happens (as in yashiki accidentally talks to fake daimon. also maybe you see the weird bug ghost that hovers above everyone near endgame with him first)

crowbar scene happens w fake daimon while real daimon is actually passed out somewhere. mashita comforts yashiki n then they both realize its a fake

(that's what these doodles were referencing)

my dearest friend chip suggested the departed could also be konoe so n that would make sense n make him more present in the plot so byeah

we both agreed that they didn't push the bug + mold horror theme far enough so i tried my hand at it. mold can be really gross irl ewwww

my design for departed daimon is actually toned down from the og tho, just bc i thought the weird spider face was more goofy than scary. personally bugs are scary to me when they're crawling on you n burrowing into your skin n making holes n laying eggs in there - like the bees in death mark 1. there was some real-stories tv show abt that specific thing happening that aired when i was a kid n it freaked me out a lot

why was hime's mold just ourple swirls boooriiiiiiiiiiiing

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edit july 15th 2024 adding this into the main og post since wonderful chippard linked it (basically a neater rewrite of everything i just said + what i said in the reblog addition. i rewrote it for a solo zine hence the proper capitalization lol)

Instead of Himeko and Michiho being The Departed, it’s Daimon and Konoe. Normal Daimon is still there but every now and then he’ll start acting strange or feeling sick due to The Departed’s possession. The “love” aspect would be shown through Daimon specifically too so Doctor Duo ship is canon in this. Konoe basically uses Daimon to try to get to his Dear Husband. In place of going into a coma like in the original, his behavior intensifies and condition worsens until he suddenly runs to the bathroom. When he comes back… dun dun dun… that’s The Departed – Yashiki doesn’t know…! Crowbar scene ensues. But!? After Yashiki tells Mashita, they see Daimon perfectly alive in the infirmary. Yasuoka found him collapsed in the hallway at some point.

The plot would play out basically the same with some changes (no fanservice girl cgs; more Konoe screen-time; Michiho + Himeko act differently; Saki or Abe partner? more school-related ghosts...).

Maybe the game could be longer to give the new characters more time to shine while not removing the returning ones. Not sure how that would work exactly… One possible solution would be to have day segments where we get to play as Yashiki while he's actively teaching (which would also address the "why'd they even pick a school setting" problem bc damn they barely did any school specific plot shit outside of Hanako & Kashima). Would be awesome and in-line with how the first game brought up war if they kept addressing problems with the education system. Also I think I wouldn’t have any unavoidable human casualties after Hanako’s chapter? All the unavoidable deaths made my friends confused about if they were doing something wrong or not and it honestly felt off to me too. It would be compelling if after failing to protect the first student(s), Yashiki actually successfully protects the rest of them in the good route. Making him feel like he’s become more steadfast after the first game and staying true to his word. Especially if Naomi survives in my opinion - ‘she almost dies but is spared if you make the right choices’ or something like that. She could even be in the room when Yashiki sings the school song.

Not sure how I'd make The Departed feel even more connected to the school... Maybe there's a romantic superstition popular among the students that's based off their "wedding ceremony" -- but it's innocent enough to not give away how they died.

[nine-one-wanton]

20 Questions for fic writers!

How many works do you have on AO3?

What’s your total AO3 word count?

What fandoms do you write for?

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Do you respond to comments? Why? Why not?

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Do you get hate on fics?

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

What’s your all time favourite ship?

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

What are your writing strengths?

What are your writing weaknesses?

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

First fandom you wrote for?

Favourite fics you’ve written?

Also tagged by @cliophilyra and @bangpop91

This was a lot of writing, now you have to look at it 😝

1. How many works do you have on АОЗ?

45 for this fandom!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

174,785

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, 9-1-1 and a skosh of Lone Star

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Far and away: #1 - Breathing (Both Ways)

#2 - Rinse and Repeat

#3 - W

#4 - Locker Room Talk

#5 - Netflix and Chills

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! 100% Even if just an emoji.

Why? Why not?

Because, I appreciate’cha; and I have the bandwidth.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Pretty much everything in this SalTommy series 💔(🐢)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Breathing! (Generally, my fics do have happy/hopeful endings! But when they don’t.. hooooo boy, see above! )

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet 👀 But never say never ��

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Mostly! Usually the kind that makes you feel things in your chest as well as in your pants.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Ah yes. Anything But Conventional. My beloved (by me!) Bucktommy/Tarlos fic.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes! Not in this fandom, but in a previous one - it was a whole thing. A bunch of people in the fandom had their fics lifted, serial numbers filed off, and posted on Wattpad for another fandom 🤡

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes 🥰 W is available for Russian pals that enjoy a fun sexting fic.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not in this fandom.

14. What's your all time favourite ship?

I’m yet again sticking with current fandom: bucktommy 💜

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Apologies to my previous fandom. But my muse is in another castle.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I say: emotions, characters’ inner lives

Others have said: characterization, smut

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Action. If it’s outside the bedroom.. Action. Bad news now that I write for a fandom where it would be beneficial to have a knack for writing exciting action scenes, emergency calls, disasters, etc.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Not for me. Not worldly enough for this.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Disregard 😌

20. Favourite fics you've written?

I feel like this one is obvious:

Breathing. It was one of my first BuckTommy fics I started posting in this fandom. I made most my fandom pals through interactions surrounding this fic. It took my by surprise how much it resonates with people; I genuinely didn’t think it would have an audience, but I was compelled to tell the story. I can’t believe I’m posting the FINAL chapter this Tuesday. Who even am I if I’m not working on this fic?!

This one is.. less obvious:

I Don’t Know How to Love Him. This is when I randomly decided to participate in SalTommy even though I ‘didn’t really go there’. My friends were excited about it and I wanted to play. This story got its hooks in me in a way that no other one has. I do not write fast, but I wrote this so fast. I do not truck in angst or unhappily ever afters, but.. I wrote this doomed thing. I think I’m more obsessed with it than anyone reading it, but I do not care 💜

Tagging a 🕳️ bunch of people:

@typicalopposite @30somethingautisticteacher @judymarch15 @herrmannhalsteadproduction @sunnywithachanceofbi

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@girlwonder-writes @rdng1230 @marvelousbuckley @do-androids-dream-ao3acc @racerchix21

[tiltingheartand]

twenty questions for fic writers

tagged by @hearteyestommykinard and @desert--moonchild <333

How many works do you have an AO3? 34.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 132,535.

3. What fandoms do you write for? at the moment, just 9-1-1, although i have a feeling as soon as i rewatch the sandman i’ll feel a renewed urge to write in that fandom too.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? let me in before the rainy season starts again (7337) i want to believe (3878) colliding with forever when you speak (3191) clouds the size of oceans outside and above our heads (3186) the symphony of what we are (773) (all five of these are for the sandman, btw. all dreamling.)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why? Why not? so the thing is that i want to be the kind of person who responds to every comment, but they build up and then thinking about answering them makes me anxious so i avoid them, so more build up, so i get more anxious … it’s a whole thing. and i try not to get to the point where my hobbies feel like assignments? so.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? we were warm until we went to hell, with characters from star trek (2009) in the universe of repo! the genetic opera. it’s, uh. about as cheerful as the source material. (... i.e., major character death.)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? i’m dying not to hurt you, a haven fic in which i said “fuck that” to the MCD in the penultimate episode, and in which i got the ot3 from the show together. finally.

8. Do you get hate on fics? not so far (fingers crossed).

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? until a few months ago the answer to this question was “no”, but then i … started writing smut. apparently. it’s all been bucktommy so far (and probably will continue to be, tbh).

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've ever written? well considering the answer to #6 is a crossover …. anyway. not my only crossover. i think maybe the "craziest", just in terms of which media were getting mixed, is the sound of her wings -- a crossover between mash and the sandman (the comic series; this fic was written in 2006).

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? no (again, fingers crossed).

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? i have not!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? no, although i help people brainstorm sometimes (or get help brainstorming). also, it's not quite fics, but i was in a bunch of text-based RPGs on LJ and DW in the long long ago.

14. What's your all time favorite ship? what a horrifying question to ask, thanks! uh. right now, probably bucktommy; ask me again in a year and that answer might change.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? i have concerns about finishing the thing i'm calling "the frequency AU", solely because it's. a lot of plot. and i have a severe tendency to get myself bogged down in details that literally nobody else gives a shit about, to the point where all writing ceases. (... actually, i'll include "hob gadling vs the wraith" here too, for the same reason.)

16. What are your writing strengths? i'm pretty good at getting characters' voices right, i think, both out loud and in their heads (i write almost exclusively third-person limited).

17. What are your writing weaknesses? scene transitions. establishing scenes, so that the thing i have pictured in my head that i'm trying to get into words is accurately conveyed to other people in a way that i don't leave a big piece of information out. where to end scenes.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? hasn't really come up for me actually? i feel like if it ever did i'd just end up going the "italicized words, and then "in [language]" after the italics" route, both for my sake and the sake of the readers.

19. First fandom you wrote for? sailor moon, the dic dub. thank god geocities is gone.

20. Favorite fics you've written? this one's a really tough call actually! i think probably a cross between we'll dance this fading life away (stargate sg-1) and the physics of this second sight has led me here (the librarians), because i was trying to write the both of them for such a long time and i'm really happy (and proud of myself, honestly) that i managed to finish them both.

tagging (with zero pressure!): @miriellesandthegiantpeach @mooshkat @26-cats-in-a-trenchcoat @smallandalmosthonest @dadvans

[superemeralds]

Who is your oldest (like longest had) OC? When did you come up with them, or tell us what the inspiration was!

my oldest oldest OC is Diana, she's a sailor moon self-insert who's the princess of the entire galaxy (as opposed to usagi's pathetic reign over juuust the solar system lmao) and she was sailor star. To be fair thgouh, I did make her before i saw season 5 and that season ruined my entire lore and I kind of dropped sailor moon for a while after that akjfhkajsf but when i was 9 or 10 i started making this sailor moon season 6 comic where my oc was the main character obviously but i was also obsessed w like 5 other certoons and anime so it just all meshed together. also all the other characters wouldnt stop commenting on my character being sooo tomboyish and how she was seen as one of the boys and one conflict was her not wanting to be girly when she transforms... I WONDER WHAT THAT MEANT FOR ME.........🏳️‍⚧️

my oldest OC that i actually have like. well recorded inspo and history of (drew him lots, still use him sometimes) is saph.

he was my sonic self insert at first. in the very beginning he was sonic's long lost sister ♥ back then he used to work for eggman. also i only knew about sonic from sonic x and only the first 2 seasons existed in germany at the time i watched it, so i thought 1) shadow is one of eggmans minions 2) shadow is an ugly jerk and i hated him lol.

(the rest is under cut bc this came out suuuper long)

same story as last oc. at first trying hard to be girly, (also holy shit i found the poerfect img for this)

but that's uncomfortable so i'm making the oc edgy. (notice the "MALE NOSE!!!!") at this point the backstory was that he's a "clone" of sonic shadow and silver.

no wait even better. run around naked like the boy characters.

everyone always confusing the giiirl for a boooy and i genuinely got some hate for my character design bc i shipped him w shadow and wow u cant have a homo OCxCanon ship ewww lmao but oh well.

someone once dared me to do a genderbend and then i just changed the color from white to black and they were angry i didnt do a proper genderbend. while the anti version of the character was a proper girly girl with pink and sparkles and smiles and rainbows and skirts and frilly tops and stupid hairstyle. and ppl complained the anti looked more like a genderbend. (below is the "anti". i can't find the genderbend anymore)

for me it just was my first crack in the egg bc hey. i don't want to be preppy, i want to be emo. but im not allowed bc girls are not meant to be edgy. and im notally not projecting on the boy version of this character more than the girl one. nope.

with every year i reduced the hair pieces at the front lmao but ya after my egg cracked i focused more on making him cool andkeeping him gender neutral. Then i used him to prcess a lot of my ongoing hardships in life. the redesign also being bc of a big shift (well. yeah me transitioning socially lmao)

he's unfortunately associated a lot w that painful time so i don't use him a lot anymore

he came a long way though im proud of him. here's one of the most recent drawings together with his brother (also has lots of lore on how he happened but im not feeling like it rn to go on that tangent)