#you know the angst is a bit too much when even I go mmmm maybe not

[milfsloverblog]

Opening my notes app and reading through the draft I’ve written for Secret Benefits pt5 when I was drvnk last night

[makethemhoesmad]

not while i’m with you

hugeee shoutout to that anon

i can’t not write angst

good luck gang

nsfw

of course, after any big win, especially at home, the team has to go out and celebrate. and of course, when you’re one of the best known teams in the country, people are bound to talk to you. but when some redhead girl came up and asked if she could buy azzi fudd a drink, paige bueckers didn’t like it one bit.

“no, she gets drinks on my tab, she doesn’t need you to buy her one. thanks though! we’ll be going now,” paige says to the girl, placing her hand on the small of azzis back and leading her away, downing her third shot as she goes. “what was that for? maybe i wanted to talk to her,” azzi says. she’s not actually frustrated, she’s more into blondes. “maybe ill go back and talk to her!” paige rolls her eyes. “maybe you will.” azzi turns around and marches back to her.

paige didn’t think she would actually do it, gosh. she orders a drink, stronger than normal. she’ll need it for this train wreck

azzi did not want to talk to this girl anymore. her name was stupid. who names their kid clementine anyway? all she wanted to do was go home and watch a movie or something with paige. she’s thinking about making her escape when she feels two arms wrap around her from behind.

“azzi! let’s goooo, i want to do something!” she’s resting her chin on azzis shoulder, trying to press her lips into her neck. “paige let’s not do this right now, you won’t want this tomorrow” azzi whispers, trying to get the point across without drawing any more attention to them. “you didn’t care when that girl was chatting you up! plus, i always want you.” with her words, paige slides her hand up azzis shirt and starts kneading the spot on her back she had said was sore earlier. “come on, let’s just get out of here” that breaks azzis reserve. she stands up and maneuvers them to the door, waving goodbye to the rest of the team. in the car, she drives, which is a rare occurrence, but paige is much too drunk. she’s busy trying and failing to subtly unzip azzis jeans without her noticing, but can’t seem to figure it out. 

when they finally make it to paige’s apartment, paige drags them straight up to her bedroom and backs azzi into the wall. she crushes her there with her lips and her hands, all while taking off both of their clothes. once they’re both naked, she pushes azzi into the bed and puts her fingers into azzis mouth. “suck. make them nice and wet to go inside of you darling.” azzi whines around them, taking them so deep she gags over and over. when paige decides she’s done waiting, she removes her dripping fingers and slides them into azzis soaked pussy.

“do you think that she could have fucked you like this baby? would you rather be screaming her name tonight instead of mine,” paige asked azzi while pumping her fingers in and out of her. “nn-no love, only you can make me feel like thi-nnnnnmm,” azzi shrieked as she came, going limp against the bed. “good girl, coming on my fingers, right where you’re supposed to” azzi just grunted, then rolled off the bed and onto her knees, pulled paige towards her and into a sitting position, edging her legs apart. “let me return the favor angel.” azzi admired paige for a moment, then leaned in and closed her lips around her clit. “mmmm baby you taste so good for me” paige moaned at azzis words, fisting the blankets. azzi continues to suck her clit, even after paige comes, even after she’s begging for a rest. when she finally breaks off, paige has tears in her eyes and drool running down her lips. “you look pretty baby,” azzi says, grabbing paige’s face in hers and kissing her, long and slow, as she pushes paige back onto the bed and tucks them under the covers together, skin to skin.

“i love you azzi,” paige whispers into azzis mouth

“i’m sure you do,” azzi says, looking sadly up at the ceiling, because she knows in the morning, paige won’t want to remember.

[taiyaakii]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Lemon boy pt 2 ! . . . ( 西村力 )

01. Style 운명 . story 02. CONTAINS: Angst, miscommunication, crack (kinda), comfort, riki's a wee bit whipped, and fluff ! 03. wc ! 1,411 04. Part 1 05. Lemon boy - Cavetown 06. Note: The writing style might be kinda weird.. I tried to write it as niki's thoughts !

Why she had been so keen on being his friend, he didn't completely get.

She was sweet, like strawberries. She was much too sweet for Riki, and everyone knew it, but that didn't stop him from trusting her, plus he liked strawberries

-

I enjoyed her company, but it was annoying at first.

Not annoying, it wasn't annoying, I didn't mean that.

It was just weird. She showed up out of nowhere, tried to be my friend and when I tried to show that I wasn't interested she didn't give up.

She followed me around, sat with me at lunch, talked non-stop. It was weird, she's weird.

What's weirder is iv grown to like her.

"But soon his bittersweet started to rub off on me You'd think smelling like lemon zest would be pretty neat I found out that my friends are more of the savoury type, and they weren't too keen on compromising with a nice lemon pie"

Her friends have started avoiding her, I don't think she knows I noticed

It's kinda hard not to when her smiley demeanor is fading though

-

"Hey..." What better time to tell her than when were walking to class?

"Hi Riki!" Why does she smile at me so much? "Um... so I need to talk to you"

"Mmmm about?" Just rip the bandaid off Riki

"We can't be friends" She stopped in her tracks, turning around and bumping into my chest "What?"

God her voice sounded so small and broken, I can't do this

"I'm sorry..." Maybe speed walking off without a proper explanation why though wasn't the best move

"So Lemon Boy and me, we just gotta get along together I'll help him plant his seeds"

I know it was for the better but this kinda sucks man...

I mean she was the one person who cared for me and I just pushed her away?? uhhhhhhhhhhh I'm going to die

It didn't even do anything anyway, her friends are still avoiding her

God, I messed this up so bad... (sulky niki :<)

"And we'll mow the lawn in bad weather It's actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him"

It's been another week, she's started leaving choco milk's on my desk every morning

I hate it, I hate her, I hate that no matter what I do she just won't stop

But she's so cutttttteeeeeeeeuhhhhhhhhhh oh my god

-

Following right behind Riki, she appears

"Riki!" Maybe if I ignore her she'll go away

"Rikiiiii!!!" Hah haha hahahahaahah I'm so funny you're so funny Riki why'd you think that would work She started tugging on his shirt

"Riki! I'm just gonna keep at this you know, as long as i have too" I believe it "You can't get rid of me" Trust me i know

Maybe if i turn around really quickly she'll bump into me... that would be funny

Thump

Hey i was right it was funny

"What"

"Why are you ignoring me? Huh?" Maybe if I'm really mean to her she'll finally stop

Ohhhhh but her cute eyessss i cant i cant do this aughhhh (he's losing it... i think) cmon it's the best for her, just do it "Because i don't like you"

Ahhhhh she looks sad ahhihiwhfwfu I could've done that nicer... but then she wouldn't have taken the hinttttt ughhhhhh

"But you still smile at me from a distance?" Eh? What's she mean? Huh? Sorry? Can you repeat that? what?

"Uhh no I don't" "Yes you do Riki I'm not stupid, also you drink the choco milk every day... every day!! If you don't like me so much why don't you just throw it away?" Uh uh uh uh uh hhahahaha

"Not stupid? That's debatable" Ehhhhh it hurts my soul oh my god please don't take it seriously i love you please marry me I'm sorrryyyyy

Omg she's thinking for so long she took it seriously omgggg

"Now I see why you didn't have any friends before me" HUH HUUUUUUUUUUUUH??? THAT WAS SO MEAN? I MEAN I KNOW I WAS BEING MEAN BUT THAT WAS SO MEAN?

"Sorry, that was a joke I didn't mean it I swear" Oh nvm

She paused before sighing

"Do you actually hate me? Like genuinely" OMG the way her eyes are glossing over, this is fucked everything's fucked omg stop just staring at her.. reply stupid

"Yes" MF NO WHAT? OMG

oh my god i think she's gonna cry... I'm the worst person alive

This is why you had no friends you dumb bitch oh my god "I didn't mean that... seriously i didn't okay I'm so sorry" Pwease forgive me i might actually start crying and that would be embarrassing for the both of us please!!

Ugh don't look up at me like that it's only making it worseeee "You could've just told me awhile ago you know. I mean I know I'm annoying but you didn't have to make me think you liked having me around"

No love of my life nooooooooo "I don't! I mean it I promise, I just" Oh my god it's hard to think when she looks at me like that

"I just... I saw how your friends started avoiding you when you became friends with me so, I thought maybe, if I was mean enough to you, you'd stop being friends with me you know? Then you'd get your friends back..." PLEASE TAKE ME BACK (yall weren't dating in the first place?..)

"You don't have to lie to me Riki, I don't think you're a bad person like everyone said but this was mean you know" Even after everything, she still doesn't think I'm a bad person? Seriously? Oh my god she's crying and walking away

Do I yell for her? Tell her how much she means to me? Do I give her all the cash in my wallet? Everyone likes money right? No make it meaningful asshole jesus

"Hey!"

Yelling for her, she turned around again, eye's tired and watery as her slightly pink cheeks riddled with tears; Before he could stop himself he grabbed her wrist, leaned into her face, and kissed her

It was sweet, much sweeter than he was 5 minutes ago, it was soft, gentle, it was kind, and full of love. The exact opposite of everything he had been called in the last 4 years of high school, and it was because of you

Because of you, Riki felt happy for once, he felt like he had a true friend for the first time in forever, he just didn't mean to fall so in love with you over the months you guys were becoming friends

Pulling away he started to talk, maybe a little faster than she could comprehend

"I love you, like a lot, I'm sorry, I'm dumb okay, when I said I just wanted you to have your friends back i meant it, i don't want you to be ostracized because of me, you're my only friend and you mean the world to me! Seeing you upset because everyone was avoiding you, broke me, you know that? You're the sweetest, kindest, most beautiful soul ever, the last thing id want to do is hurt you. Okay?"

God she's so cute

Staring up at him she nodded slowly, sniffling her tears

"Don't cry okay? Please?"

Again she nodded as he wiped her tears

She's so beautiful, oh my god she's so beautiful

"I don't care about them Riki, i promise i don't! They barely talked to me before we became friend's anyway" The way she sniffles in between words is so cute oh my goooood please take my last name

"And I love you too okay? I do, so please, don't be mean to me again... I was kinda worried you really hated me" Oh my god

"I could never." Be smooth with this Riki... Lift her head up, look into her eyes annnnndddd kiss again

LETS GOOOO im so smooth and cool

"I love you" You already said that ... be more creative

"And i want you to beeeee" say it "Mineeee? please?"

AHH SHE'S GIGGLING oh my god.........

SHE NODDED LETS GOOO I WIN

Giggling again at the obvious pink that dusted Riki's cheeks, the two kissed again, and again, and a few more times after that, but in the end, he was okay with not having any friends, as long as he had her, he was perfectly okay.

"So I got myself a citrus friend"

@taiyaakii

Note: Sorry if this is bad or not what you guys' were hoping! Iv been busy and I just wanted to get it out 'cause I felt so bad for leaving you guys without a part 2 for so long, but I hope you guys like it ! ><

Taglist: @honey-bunnysweet @ririsreverie (sorry if you didn't want to be tagged but it is finally here ><)

[byunpum]

Little Gifts | Part 2

Pairing: Tsu'tey x human reader

Tags: fluff, Tsutey being a baby boii, ass friends, crushes, a little angst.

Warning: None, we need more tsu'tey works.

AVATAR MASTERLIST Part 1 | Part 2

After that night, tsutey decided to look for the perfect gift. You had spent most of your time at Pandora preparing desserts for him. They were all a little strange to him, but he had the trust to eat them. So there he was lost in his thoughts, he was on a small hunting trip with some warriors. They were already resting, it was late afternoon and getting dark. He began to see how the wildlife was glowing.

"What are you thinking?" asks one of the men. Tsutey didn't want to divulge too much about his plan, he wasn't known to be an open person. But maybe they could help him. "I want to give a gift to…." says Tsutey pausing, maybe it wasn't a good idea. "To a girl? Who is it?" asks another of the warriors. They all looked at him excitedly. "Yes, it's a girl" says Tsutey, swallowing hard. "Who is it, it has to be a very beautiful navi?" The men asked questions, which Tsutey couldn't answer, he didn't dare say what it was for his 'favorite human'.

"I'm not going to say who it is…but I need you to give me some ideas to give her a gift" Tsutey this determined not to say anything about you.

"Well, how about making her something? A clothing item." Says one of the men. "Or you can look for something she likes" speaks one of the men, who is one of her closest friends. "I like that, I know she likes many things" Tsutey feels confident. All the men continue to talk, but Tsutey decides to explore the area a bit. He already had in mind what he was going to look for. 'Rare rocks' He knew that near his location there was a cave, and there he had seen some pretty rare rocks. He walked for several minutes until he found the cave. As he entered it, and evaluated it…there were these rocks, he knew he was not crazy. They were beautiful, they were smooth, they looked normal in the sunlight but in the dark they glowed with different colors and some even changed color. He knew you would like this. He took all the ones he thought you would like, and even looked for one he liked so he could name it with his name.

When morning came, the men went to the village, the hunt had been a success. Everyone was waiting for them, they looked happy and helped the warriors bring down the food for the day. Tsutey walked away from the group, and headed towards the camping area where the humans stayed. As he approached he was getting nervous. As he arrived he saw norm, this one was in his avatar body. "Hey, Tsutey buddy…what brings you here?" says norm, approaching the warrior. Who had already made a bad face, norm was nice, but he still didn't have much confidence in him. "I'm looking for Y/N" Tsutey asks. "Oh she's resting, she was up late yesterday and she's still asleep, do you want to see her?" norm looks at Tsutey with a silly smile.

"Mmmm I wanted to tell her something, but it's okay. But you can tell her at sunset, go to our area" Tsutey says seriously. "Our area? What zone?" norm asks curiously. "An area. She knows what I'm talking about" Tsutey speaks, and walks away from the man. He thought it was perfect to have more time to prepare, he wanted to clean the rocks very well and see if everything is ok with them.

It was evening, and according to his calculations, it would not be long before it would be dark. It would be the perfect time for you to enjoy your gift. But you were taking too long to arrive, maybe Norm didn't say anything or maybe you were upset with him. He got more comfortable where he was sitting. If you didn't arrive in 5 minutes he was going to look for you, before he could stand up, he heard footsteps and a small voice. "Tsutey? Are you here?" you ask, while making your way through the branches. "Yes I'm here" he couldn't help but not laugh. "We have to do something about those branches, they are growing more and more every day" you complain as you enter the little corner. It was a small space that you and Tsutey had found. It was away from the village, quiet and warm. "I'll find another solution for that" he speaks, making space for you to settle down next to him.

You sit down next to him and place a sort of box in front of you. "Tarraaaaaaa I brought you another dessert" Tsutey looks at you, you looked so beautiful today. You had something different, well everything about you was different for him, but your glow was new today. "You were late" he stares at you. "I'm giving you a gift, and you tell me I'm late? I was just finishing this for you" you start to remove the wrapping. "Stop…I want to give you something" Tsutey moves a little to the side to pick up a bag. "Do you have something for me???" You say excitedly, you're leaning over to look. But Tsutey nudges you with one hand. His hand is as big as your face, so you fall to the ground and sit back down.

"Here… I hope you like it" he speaks, handing you a sack that you could tell was handmade. It was green with brown pieces, and a small knot at the beginning. You remove the knot and open the bag. Tsutey is nervous, his tail was wagging desperately and his eyes were searching for yours. He could see your face light up at the sight of the contents of that bag. "These are shiny rocks!!!" you squeal a little, you are excited. These are no ordinary stones, they seemed to have a life of their own. "Yes, I got them for you, I know how much you love to have these things" he says, he was proud of his work. You look up, get up on your knees and hug him. "Thank you… they are perfect" he stays still, the hug is warm, he had never noticed the peculiar smell you had, you smelled like the desserts you brought him. He always thought it was the gifts that produced that smell, but no…it was you. You walk away and keep looking at the stones. He takes one in his hands and shows it to you. "This one is called Tsutey…like me" he speaks, he had a big and genuine smile. It was a very domestic moment for him. He didn't have to feel defensive or try to defend anyone. He felt comfortable and at peace.

He watches as you take the rock from his hand, and give it a little kiss. And then you laugh. They stayed like that for a while, looking at the rocks and naming them. You both lay face down on the grass, your faces looking at each other as you talked about anything. Until Tsutey saw how your eyes were slowly closing. "You're tired aren't you?" your hand reaches over and places a piece of hair with your ear. "A little" you yawn and get more comfortable. He feels adventurous, and runs his hands over your face. He was grateful for the new oxygen mask you were wearing, it left your face free and you could breathe through clear tubes that were placed in your nose. He traced the curve of your eyebrows, down to the bridge of your nose and then your lips. He gently caressed your eyelashes, he noticed how you were looking at him. There you were vulnerable, calm and looking at him with love. He could recognize that look, neither of you were talking. They were just enjoying each other. "I love you so much Tsutey" you say, Tsutey moves closer to you. " I love you too ma…" just as he was about to finish, he heard some voices coming closer and opened the bushes.

"Wow what this!!!?" Speaks one of the warriors. They were about 4 navi men, they were there watching as one of their best mentors, warriors of the village, was on the ground with a sky demon. "What are you guys doing here?" asks Tsutey, as he gets up from the ground. You calmly get up, cleaning yourself up a bit. "We're just walking around a bit… but what are you doing here? And with this company?" asks the navi warrior. You were about to answer, but Tsutey interrupts you. "I found her here… and I came over to see if she was okay" Tsutey sounds nervous and couldn't pretend he was lying. "Really? I saw something very romantic between you two" the man says. Tsutey was about to say something, but one of his friends comes over and runs his hand over his shoulder. "Don't worry, we all want to play a little with the humans, their females aren't bad at all" the man teases. "Yeah, right… I was just playing with her a little" Tsutey laughs, giving you a look.

He can see how your expression had changed, he could see how in your eyes tears were building up. You grab all your stuff and get out of there as fast as you can, Tsutey tries to stop you. "Hey, let her go, you better come with us we are going to the waterfalls" says one of the men, as they start walking. Tsutey stood still and silent for a moment, what had he done. Your look was one of sadness, of pain. And he had caused that, he looked at the floor and saw that there was the dessert you had prepared for him. He saw that it had a piece of paper, he took it and read it:

"Tsutey sorry for embarrassing you with your friends, I know you are embarrassed to say I am your 'friend'. But please stop being like this with me, I promise I won't be bad and I will make things better. I love you very much. Oh, this cake is strawberry flavored, I know you don't know what it is…but you're going to like it."

He could feel a tear roll down his cheeks, he was a fool. You would introduce him and introduce all your friends and he couldn't even say your name, afraid to say what he was going to say. Tsutey wiped his tears and walked away from the area, so he could look for you. He knew you weren't far away, it hadn't been that long. Besides your legs were short, your pace was slow. And he wasn't wrong. You are near the village, there were several navis walking, he saw how you were walking slowly and your head was down. He runs to get closer to you. "Y/N" he yells a little. You turn to see him come to you, and kneel on one knee, take your face and kiss you. You stood in shock, some navi who were nearby stood watching the scene, you could hear their whispers. Tsutey pulls away, and looks at you and plants a kiss on your forehead. "Don't ever apologize to me again for things I caused. You don't embarrass me" Tsutey, sees your face break into a smile. He had to be with eywa, because this moment felt heavenly.

Tsutey babies: @elvyshiarieko @hopeless-07 @sharingtheloveoneatatime @satans-arse-crack

[ilyuu-archive]

can i ask for Character B kissing Character A while Character B is dying in their arms (but reader is the one dying bc mmmm yummy angst) w xiao venti and childe?

congrats on your milestone!!!

warnings : angst, main character death, hurt/no comfort, crying, descriptions (proceed with caution!)

childe.

he feels your fingertips flit across his features, tracing, feeling his skin, as if to etch it all into your memories (memories that soon only one of you will keep) and it coaxes forth a fresh wave of tears. he doesn’t realize it. not the sting, not how it clouds his sight, nothing. just how cold your fingers are, losing its warmth, its life slowly slipping into the air.

the scent of copper is something of a thrill, as much as he admits so, that thrusts a sense of adrenaline in his veins - there’s a line to draw, a hard one, when it’s from you. thick liquid flows from your side, and the stench only grows stronger from there as it taints along the shoreline. the sea coalesces with it and he never though the sight that he once shared with you, one he cherishes so, would be poisoned because of him. a someone who had made a small home, albeit cracked, in his heart.

he didn’t feel how your fingers slowly moved along his shoulder, tucking itself in his hair. he didn’t feel the faint tug, almost resisting. he didn’t feel how you pulled him in.

what he did felt was the lingering warmth of your lips against his. more of a peck than anything, all of you (what’s left) into it - a bittersweetness with a farewell that has him returning it. his hand finds itself at the back of your head, and all sorts of tastes, feelings, thoughts, are shared between the two of you in those last minutes. all of his apologies his voice didn’t let him say, all of those memories that you wish you could’ve made more of, the tandem of affection you both tried to give each other.

he doesn’t want you to go. he doesn’t want to lose one of the few homes he has left, not in this way, and not so soon. there’s still so many things he wants to do, to say, that maybe it’d never be able to complete a lifetime but damn it all if it means even a second more with you to try.

“…home. i’m sorry for breaking our home.”

venti.

a keepsake of you lies in everything you say, do, and think - your voice, smile, laughter, words, acts - and keeps it deep within in when you’d part ways. a bit too much of a hope, perhaps, that there would be some silent closure for him as the two of you lived a lifetime of fulfillment and, well, freedom in the arms of the other. he’s happy. and you’re happy, in spite of knowing the end.

yet not so soon.

the wisps of wind acts as company, and yet, an antagonist to his words as it drowns out his voice, murmuring every letter, line, he has to his person that’ll be enough to try and convey everything he’s felt with you. no time for prose, he all but puts himself - the one that not even the crisp air can touch, masked away - into it. and, in spite of the copper, dull and heavy in the clouds, oozing from many a scars skimming your body, there’s an almost soft sight of you smiling.

your hand toys with the tuft of his braid, aglow, thrumming with life, and it’s then that he notices that he’s his own cause. he closes his eyes, and feels the world settle into a state of calm and peace - it’s his chest, tight, slightly aching in the lack of air, that doesn’t. not even he feels you nearing in, lips peppering his cheek with pecks. and who is he to not indulge his love in the same way?

and so, with hands that cared and destroyed, he cups your cheek in presses an airy kiss onto your lips that slowed time. it’s then that you taste salt - his tears. he caves in and feels the sting that he’d thought at least healed a bit come back. the loss of close one yet again; in his arms yet again; and left with nothing but a raw, tender wound on his chest yet again.

“your memory will stay with me, don’t worry. i’ll make sure that it’ll stick to the skies.”

xiao.

there’s little to no saving grace as his hand tightly held onto yours, shaking, trembling, all of her nerves taut as he feels the nip of frost biting back at his skin. the only heat that he feels is one he’s familiar with, yet it’s not the one he’s comfortable with - smears of red soiling the back of his hand as he tries to close his fingers in yours. yours try to do the same; a frail, faint presence, fading and fading with every second.

the light in your eyes, one that he always admires, in light and in dark, starts to flicker and it’s then that he knows that you’re fading. that you’ll be nothing but a memory rather than a wish, a dream, to hope for tomorrow. reality sways underneath him and rue tastes bitter on his tongue; to think that he’d so easily let you slip from him in the same manner as all the others. a memory - those days and nights wherein the two of you simply bask in the wind and the presence of the other will on the balcony, underneath the gingko leaves, will become dusted memories.

a spark.

his eyes widens, just slightly, and yet through the darkness encroaching at the edges of your vision, you can see how his irises wavered. you pressed your lips against the back of his hand, barely tasting the metal - a silent assurance to him, even with how little it does.

and he returns it. eager, desperate - all that he left unsaid, feelings left to be simply thoughts, poured into a kiss that nearly stole your breath away. is it too selfish if he wants you to stay by him for a few more moments? is it too selfish to take you out of this endless cycle if it means he hasn’t to see you like this?

(is it selfish to think that he’d rather not met you at all just to avoid this?)

“don’t… please. not yet. …not yet.”

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

*revives again*

I'll be soon going to sleep, but anyways

Thank you btw! <3 I'll still be a bit hesitant as of now to write fics but i'll definitely will keep making ideas, boredom does that to ya'

Now i'm like, wanting to write a fic about cryptid Hal especially after reading a one shot with this topic, but i think i'll just write down ideas so i can talk about them with someone who is willing to listen! :3

I'm now like: Hal slowy turning into a cryptid without realizing it.. bird Hal...(I have the perfect bird for him, even though i would probably make my own little species for him), lots of hurt before comfort, it gets worse before it gets better, lots of whump.. nomnom😈

Body horror too since the wings would have to, literally and im not even joking, rip apart his back since he didn't originally have them.. painful back pains before the wings actually come out, gotta love some good old fashioned "it gets worse before it gets better"

Also him hiding out of either fear or denial, or fear of being judged by the League because God that man needs therapy!!

The deep seated fear of becoming inhuman bc of the rings is so scrumptious, MMMM

I’m reminded of that one nightmare JL:U episode where that GL was stuck in a nightmare where humanity became alien to him and he progressively got taken over by the ring until he couldn’t understand English and was scaring people away.

Specifically with Hal and this bird transformation imagine the slow creep into it tho.

His appetite gets weirdly fast and suddenly he’s catching up with Barry or Wally on their snack breaks to carb up, eating way too much until he feels like he’s going to be sick but then it passes and he’s hungry all the same, not knowing he’s fueling the fire of his body burning up calories to shift. His skin gets weird and prickly in places that’s mostly covered by his suit or loose clothing as a civilian, his fingers seem longer and thinner, his hands and palms too as they stretch out to an appropriate wing span but it just looks slightly unproprtional for the time being so he’s not worrying too much other than his skin. His lips thin and there’s a sharp pain at the front of his gums, like something is trying to force itself out and his teeth are feeling ill-fit in his own mouth.

He gets knee pains and during a fight with a heavy hitter, maybe Lobo, multiple bones are broken and they stick him in some sort of med pod to expedite the healing process but that does him in. His broken legs bend backwards and the change forces a talon from his heel as his feet cover in scales over flesh, his arms grow and fingers combine into those misshapen wings that take up so much space in the med pod he’s curled in on himself in comatose agony. His teeth rot and are replaced with the beak that had been forcing itself out until his lips stretch around the outline of it and are covered by the feathers just starting to take proper form.

When someone checks in the next day what’s inside isn’t Hal anymore, he can’t do little more than scream in harpy cries at the agony he wakes up to. He can’t walk, can hardly lift himself up with his hands gone and replaced with winged arms that hardly have the feathers needed to fly after his bones stretched and broke into this new misshapen body of his. His head pounds because his eyes have shifted from front facing to more on the sides of his head like a prey species, not entirely but enough that he can’t physically see the world the same anymore. When the pain subsides and he finds his voice it’s more shrill and improper because his mouth isn’t the same anymore and he has to learn how to speak again with this new speech impediment.

Arugh! Love this

He’d have to be physically bigger too, bc yes, and have to come to terms with the fact he’s got hollow bones now. After all the angst is done his biggest sad factor is that he can’t enjoy food the same anymore bc he can’t really eat much of it depending on what beak he grew in

[zipegs]

twenty questions for fic writers!

tagged by @cedarbranch thank you so much!!

tagging: @valentinsylve @wastrelwoods @shachaai @chaotic-plotter @thedarkmongoose

@luvbef @abstracteeveewrites @det395 no pressure though!!

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

28! back in the good old days (especially when i was mostly writing oneshots) i used to be able to do one work a month but now i'm a lot slower and much more sporadic. definitely think i can break the 30 mark this year though!

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

212,146!

3. what fandoms do you write for?

right now it's hannibal and the heu. i have also written for star trek aos, the terror s1, and supernatural, and will probably revisit some or all of them at some point in the future

4. top five fics by kudos

A Treatise on Touch (or Lack Thereof) (Star Trek AOS) - 883 Murphy's Law of Cohabitation (Supernatural) - 594 to the victor go the spoils (Hannibal) - 578 of all acts for which you must atone (Hannibal) - 554 kalos kagathos (Hannibal) - 522 my two crack fics coming in first! lmao. just goes to show that being silly and self-indulgent can pay off 😂 especially considering that top kudos'd fic is rated T! also was a surprise to see my terror yuletide fic coming in the number six spot, since that's a much smaller fandom compared to the others i've written for (or it was, at least. i know it's grown a bit since i started there)

5. do you respond to comments?

yes, all of them! unfortunately i'm an even slower comment responded than i am a writer but i do respond to each and every single one eventually. i appreciate people leaving the time to let me know they enjoyed my work so much and i definitely want to show that. plus i just enjoy the conversation!

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

well! the book of jonah (hannibal) is definitely high up there, as are some of the oneshots in take the longing and give it a name (the terror). oh also ad finitum (the terror) and maybe elegy (the terror)? some of those (and a few i mentioned) are more bleak horror endings but the hartnell death oneshot in take the longing and give it a name and ad finitum are definitely just straight angst

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

a lot of them have happy endings, and some are just fluff oneshots! but i'm gonna say A Treatise on Touch (or Lack Thereof) for its very slight angst and eventual supremely happy ending.

8. do you get hate on fics?

i do not! i've found a nice little niche i suppose lol

9. do you write smut?

yes! i used to hate it but since joining the hannibal fandom i've started enjoying writing smut and dabbling in pwps. actually most of my recent work has been pwps dkfhdgh

10. craziest crossover?

i haven't done anything crazy i fear! my only crossovers have been heu.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i've noticed! i've had one suspicious incident of concept-ripping BUT it could have very well been a coincidence, so overall i've made out well!

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

yes i have!! Stacy_likegravity translated A Treatise on Touch (or Lack Thereof) to Chinese and Jane_Ka translated i am my beloved's (and my beloved is mine) to Belarusian.

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

i have not. i used to be too much of a control freak to consider it—the thought alone was off-putting. now, though, it's something i'd love to try with a writer i'm comfortable and have a rapport with.

14. all time favorite ship?

you can't ask me that because my current ship always is my all-time favorite!!! so, yeah, gotta say hannigram.

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

mmmm i have a bunch! there's an old supernatural horror fic i had about anna milton being a terrifying and off-putting child (thanks to, you know, once being an angel) that i'd love to finish and spruce up bc i felt really good about it at the time. that's five years ago now though so who knows if i'd feel like the writing held up!

16. what are your writing strengths?

i think i'm pretty good at setting and description—establishing a place and/or feel/tone for a piece. i like to think i'm pretty decent at capturing speech patterns but i do find dialogue a lot harder than narration personally.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

i tend to get rambly and overexplain when it's unnecessary (and sometimes gloss over what i should space out a bit)! pacing isn't always the easiest for me and i'm not great at story structure.

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

i don't mind it, as long as it's easily navigable! i used to be all for the hover-translations people would do but now i love linked footnotes. scrolling up and down for translations can be a little taxing for me personally.

19. first fandom you wrote in?

phantom of the opera. i tried my hand at writing a phantom/christine sex scene way back when and got about as far as "her corset 'magically' became undone". needless to say that never saw the light of day! first published fandom was a galadriel lotr oneshot i posted on ff.net (completely forgot about that until right now, actually lol)

20. favorite fic you've written?

i think i have to say the book of jonah, because i'm really proud of that one!

[luchicm04]

lost in the forest - part 23

Masterlist

Summary: It seems her destiny is to give a bad impression to the four most powerful people in the world.

Pairing: Senju Tobirama/Original Female Character

Tag: #lost in the forest fic

posted on ao3

Word Count: 3.4k

Overall warnings: canon-typical violence, adult content, time skips, angst, kidnapping

The promised day is one where the sun has set, showing how cloudy this season is. The excitement has been running high as the hours pass and the smell of freshly cooked food completely fills the compound.  

The elderly women have begun to make the final adjustments. The younger ones decorate the facades very differently from the time the Uzumaki arrived, not as ostentatious, but modestly.  

Karen still sees the difference and tries not to think too much about the political stress, common tensions with this unexpected turn to demonstrate peace with the enemy.  

“Wow... they have applied themselves,” the civilian does not avoid mentioning while carrying some bread alongside a rather tense Masarato, as part of the younger ones have the job of being waiters. “Masarato-kun?” She questions, not hearing any response.  

“Uh? ...emmm... yes?” He clumsily adds with a hard blink in her direction as they walk between the important corridors of the village. The people continue passing by, so busy in their work and tense with different chaotic thoughts that it is visible for being shinobi.  

She assumes it is because they are within their territory, one that just in the afternoon will be visited for the first time by a former enemy clan.  

It is difficult to achieve peace... and even more to overcome everything they have been through in this war.  

“Are you okay?”  

“I...”  

“Masarato-kun,” she sighs to stop her pace and look into the eyes of the person who looks extremely affected. She had been putting it off, giving him space to tell her, but today he looks so tired. “You don’t have to carry this alone, you know? You can talk with me.”  

“I do not want to bother you.”  

“I know, this is hard for you and many people,” she easily states, squeezing the boy’s shoulder with her unoccupied hand. “This is difficult to continue.”  

“I just... I do not know why they have to come,” he expresses with a bit of betrayal and pain that comes out of his mouth for the first time. He sees his mistake and covers his mouth. “I am sorry... I do not... I trust Hashirama-sama.”  

“I know you trust him, he is your tutor and a good leader,” she accepts with agility. “But it is alright to express what you feel... to be able to work on your feelings and not let it affect you.”  

“You are a civilian...” He looks surprised by what the young man says, embarrassed by the difference in status that it surprises the woman when he just leaves her alone.  

Karen stares at nothing for a few seconds, and sighs to look at the basket of bread with a hollow feeling in her stomach. Maybe she should talk to Mikami about it... she feels worried about the boy.  

She’ll have to work more on it. Not that she’s a therapist, but sometimes just talking is enough.  

She doesn’t like how they are taking this peace... and she hopes nothing bad happens.  

──

Tobirama turns out to be more annoying as the hours go by. She talked about what happened with Masarato to a Hashirama who is surprisingly nervous.  

“Will he be okay?” She decides to ask, interrupting what would be a list of cares that the shinobi has no qualms about throwing at her with little tact or kindness.  

As if she were a stupid, slow-learning girl.  

She hates this position and although she knows he fought with his brother about why she should show up at the event, he hadn’t said anything to her since that day leaving the garden... and if he doesn’t mention it, she won’t either.  

“Mmmm...” The albino gives her an intimidating gesture with his arms crossed. That room looks tense. “He will be fine.”  

“He looks very nervous.”  

“I will be with him.”  

“I see,” the woman sighs with certainty of his words, because it would be a shame if due to her nervousness, everything went to waste and was leveraged by the councilors, who she is sure would take advantage of this mistake to nominate someone else and continue with this war.  

“Did you hear what I said?” The man scolds with a frown.  

“I think you’re exaggerating with your cares... and what happened to me that night won’t happen again,” she repeats bitterly from such a memory. Karen doesn’t want to turn around to see who judges her as always.  

So unbearable.  

“You are a gullible civilian. You do not learn, right?”  

“For God’s sake, I’m not stupid.”  

“Are you sure?”  

“You’re an idiot. Haven’t they told you before?”  

“You are the only person who says that... to my face,” he warns with a hint of threat in his voice.  

“I’m not taking it back.”  

“Tch... just because...”  

“You can’t kill me,” she smiles, proud of her position, although after this time of living together, she is more than sure she will not be murdered... at least, not by the Senjus.  

“What if I fail?” Out of nowhere, Hashirama comments, emerging from his silent stress, which makes both of them blink in attention at the one who had remained in a worried silence.  

“You won’t fail,” Karen mocks, approaching to squeeze the shoulder of the person who is leaning on his desk. She sees some wrinkles typical of his state, which makes her feel a little committed to making him feel better. “I’m sure you’ll succeed in this. We’ve already passed the difficult part.”  

“What follows is not easy,” Tobirama states with an annoyed gesture, almost distancing her from his brother. “So, do not say stupid things.”  

“Jerk” is the only thing Karen says to look at the blinking leader. “I know you are more than capable of carrying this. Your dream is not that far away, and I know good things will come out of this.”  

“You have already said it before,” Tobirama frowns as always. Doesn’t he have another gesture?  

“I know, but Hashirama needs to remember that flame, his will... many people expect that,” the civilian comments without moving from her spot.  

The older brother just blinks with a guilty gesture. “I... I’m sorry for being so anxious... in front of you.”  

“It’s normal. You can be a leader, but you’re still human,” the woman explains calmly. “When I’m nervous and anxious, I usually do exercises to relax, since holding a meeting in that state can be chaotic... and I know this time there is no marketing project at stake,” she mutters to herself. “Forget it,” she discards.  

“Relax?”  

“Yeah. You know, letting go of your worries a little so you don’t get so tense, and it helps you think clearly.”  

“He is the leader, do not put idiotic things in his head,” Tobirama scolds.  

“Come on, I’m just going to do something that will work,” Karen sighs, not wanting to fight with someone who is very hard-headed. “Look, Hashirama. Close your eyes, breathe and exhale continuously. Empty your mind.”  

“We are shinobi,” Tobirama frowns.  

“It’s true. I cannot let my guard down,” the older man easily accepts.  

“I know you are, but... don’t you really relax?”  

“Do not be stupid,” the albino comments.  

“Look, turn around,” she ignores the albino to walk past Hashirama. She hadn’t realized that she had been moved so far away from him.  

“What are you doing?”  

“A relaxation exercise.”  

Hashirama blinks a little, and then sighs and accepts. Tobirama looks reluctant, but in the face of a silent warning from his brother, he remains quiet. “What will you do?” He feels tense, anxious to leave his back in charge of someone who is not his brother.  

At the end of it all, he is a warrior in the full sense of the word, and she sees that he squirms wanting to push her away, but he knows she won’t do anything to him, which makes her stop in that spot.  

“It would be more pleasant if you sat down, you are unfairly tall,” the girl states, seeing that it will be difficult to give him a light massage.  

She doesn’t see the bad side... They are workmates and these guys, although harsh at the beginning, have given her a lot of support.  

Not so much in confidence... but she was worked so hard on this peace.  

Hashirama does as requested. “Uh... Karen?” He asks when he feels her hands wrap around his neck lightly.  

“Don’t worry, it’s okay.”  

“He is engaged,” Tobirama shoots easily, grabbing her shoulder to pull her away.  

She frowns at such an action. “It’s just a massage. I’m not proposing.”  

“It is not ladylike to touch a man like you did.” The albino looks irritated in his own way, although his face shows nothing. The red eyes look incredulous at said actions.  

Karen remains doubtful. She raises her hands easily seeing that there is a culture clash that she cares little about facing now. “I’m sorry, I just... I thought it could serve to help him relax... Hashirama?” She asks to where the man is, whose face she cannot see.  

He doesn’t turn around and has his hands covering his face.  

“Go away,” Tobirama orders.  

“Huh?”  

“Go get ready. The Uchihas will not take long to arrive.”  

“But...”  

“I’ll be fine... t-thank you,” Hashirama awkwardly adds without turning to see her, with a strange tone that makes her feel like she did something wrong again.  

Perhaps she thought they were too close.  

“Fine,” the woman accepts without understanding exactly what happened, so she turns around without looking back, with the warm sensation of the skin of a tense Hashirama. If she had paid attention, she would have noticed his ears so red that out of foolishness she ignored them.  

Karen just continued with her routine.  

Until the time came.  

──

Madara is a tall man, though she notices that he is slightly smaller than his Senju counterpart. She sees him arrive with a huge committee of several members of his clan.  

There is tension between the two groups that look strange.  

“Wow, this will go down in history.” Karen takes a step right in the middle of both parties, ready to assume her presence at the point and break the silence. She is sure they are only waiting for whoever will throw the first blow.  

So, she claps her hands to get their attention. “I am glad you came, Uchiha-san. It is a pleasure that you came so punctually with your group, the Senju clan has prepared a lot to receive you.”  

The man is intimidating up close, but she’s dealt with a bad Tobirama, so she feels he’s not that much, just too sullen and serious.  

“Saucedo-san,” Madara greets with her last name used formally... as the noblewoman who was introduced by Hashirama and whose name of her ‘house’ was mentioned by the Daimyo when he stated that she would be the one who would present at the event to ensure this does not go to ruin.  

“Uchiha-san,” the woman greets with a slight bow.  

“I’ve never seen a noble bow,” she hears his brother’s whisper in a sullen tone.  

“Izuna,” Tobirama warns from his place.  

“It’s alright,” Karen suddenly finds herself saying before the gaze of both sides. The women of the clan are in the background, along with the children and the elderly, waiting for this to explode. “It is normal for him to have doubts. I suppose that not many nobles do that.”  

“No... they don’t,” the youngest of the Uchiha brothes comments.  

“Izuna,” Madara warns. “Saucedo-san, you are neutral. Then tell me, why do you live with the Senju?”  

“I am neutral, in favor of the ceasefire.”  

“Ceasefire?” She sees the doubt in Madara because of the choice of words.  

“It’s when we stop attacking each other... not exchanging blows and being at peace,” Hashirama explains, coming out f his silence after giving Tobirama a warning. “I’m glad you came.”  

“Mph... so idealistic,” Madara mocks, ignoring the albino’s murderous glare to affirm taking a step. “And so insolent... as always.” A laugh lightens the atmosphere.  

Hashirama smiles, remembering something. “And I’m glad you’re just as annoying. These years have not changed you.”  

“No, they haven’t changed us.” Outside the rest of the clan, she sees that despite Madara’s bitter tone, he sees some kind of friend in Hashirama, something that will facilitate the matter of peace.  

“I’m glad to hear that,” Karen smiles slightly. “That at least the leaders want to achieve this.”  

“It’s worth it,” Hashirama looks a her with a smile. “Our dream,” he states, looking at the person who is still bitter right in front of him, comfirming it with his hand that is roughly taken by an Uchiha who neither affirms nor denies anything.  

“It is,” he simply says with his eyes lit, as if wanting to keep this era for himself.  

“Well... are you hungry?” Hashirama questions to look at those behind with their different bitter faces. The Senjus do not say anything, reinforcing that this is part of their leader’s extravagant attitude, thus starting a dinner that, although tense...  

It’s remarkable. The first of many, she hopes.  

──

Karen looks at the glass of sake right in front of her. Madara is sitting next to her with a strong gaze. She is in the middle as part of her position as mediator for both leaders.  

“I’m not much of a drinker.”  

“You are a noble, but you are in this. You should do it,” without any tone of kindness, the Uchiha leader irks with a slight arch. “As an affirmation of peace.”  

“Uh... I don’t like it very much.”   

“Then, I will take it as a disdain,” the Uchiha comments.  

“Madara,” Hashirama calls out from his place. “If you don’t want to drink, don’t do it.”  

“It’s not a request and you know it. She’s part of this, you said it. So, she should celebrate with us.” Madara looks stubborn for some reason.  

“She is a noble, she can’t drink,” the Senju frowns, looking intensely at who is trying to force her to toast with them. Everything stops for a few seconds.  

Killing intent floods the place, almost ready to throw a kunai if this were taken as an insult to one of the leaders. Karen only feels the need to run because of the type of looks that changed in a matter of seconds.  

From kind and mocking in their different styles to hostile... and all because of her.  

So, she makes a decision. She raises the glass and drinks it all at once, feeling the heat burning her throat with a touch of elegance that she must continue to feign. She gulps, doing so with her taste buds dying in seconds.  

She doesn’t like drinking, but she accepts for this treaty. “For peace,” she raises the empty glass towards the people who were looking strangely at her performance. Why did she sit in front of everybody? ...ah yes, she’s the mediator.  

“See? It wasn’t difficult,” Madara mocks, taking the bottle to serve carelessly.  

“I don’t want more,” Karen complains with an audible and dignified sigh from her spot.  

“For peace... you said, right?” She sees that Madara is not just a sullen and tough shinobi, but also finds amusement in her poor position...  

“If you don’t want to, don’t drink it.” Hashirama stays at her side, glaring at who looks at him challengingly. She gulps thickly, seeing that this won’t be easily disregarded, so she takes the glass again before it escalates again to a meaningless discussion.  

She’s never drunk before. She sees the tension in Tobirama’s jaw, just two seats away from her, as each glass poured is simply sipped before someone comments on something that could break the agreement.  

A noble does not behave like that... but for peace and this hard work, she will. “I think you have endured well,” Madara snorts after a few glasses later.  

Although she swears there were many... Hashirama has counted them, and it did not exceed four.  

“Uh...” She has a slight hiccup that she can’t hide behind her sleeve. The lustrous yukata she wears for this event helps prevent her sense of smell from ruining this moment.  

Karen, long ago, began to see the world rotate freely. Is this what it feels like to be drunk? “Karen?” Hashirama looks worried.  

“I-I’m fine,” she avoids slurring her words, smiling softly behind her sleeve. “But I think that’s enough.”  

“Really?” Madara looks amused, almost starting to pour again.  

“Yes. If you don’t want me to barf part of the food... it’s better to stop this challenge, Uchiha-san.”  

“Oh... she’s honest.”  

“Of course I am... and I assure you, I will send you a letter complaining about my hangover tomorrow,” she warns with a light tone that tenses the man due to the type of face she makes, almost intimidating... could it be? Judging by the silence, yes.  

Madara breaks into a clean laugh. “Wow, she is a proud noblewoman.”  

“I am.”  

“Karen?”  

“I’ll be fine, Hashirama... now, if you’ll excuse me, I think that because of a certain Uchiha... I’ll have to leave.”  

“So direct...” The enemy leader does not seem bothered by the way she addresses him.  

“I can’t hide the obvious.”  

“You look good... for not knowing how to drink.”  

“I maintain my dignity... Uchiha-san... something notable in us civilian nobles,” she smiles softly to get up. It takes a little longer and if it weren’t for the hand on her waist of a worried Hashirama, she would surely fall.  

Madara is still on the other side, also holding her back with the certainty that she would fall.  

“I’ll be fine,” Karen assures with a light sigh, standing up to her height, but she feels the world moving and she wants to throw up everything she had for dinner.  

Tobirama is the one who comes to her aid, taking her by the arm to guide her out of the grip of both leaders. “I will take care of it.”  

“I’m sorry to retire like this... and thank you for not letting my dignity fall to the ground,” she mocks her state. Madara laughs amused at the look of Hashirama, who sighs negatively to silently observe his brother, who nods slightly.  

She leaves. She walks upright for a long time going through the corridors, greeting some tense Senju and apologizing to some Uchiha who see her now so different from before.  

Could it be because of their leader's attitude? It could be, and when she is sure that only Tobirama is accompanying her, she doesn’t avoid running to a nearby bush and vomiting everything she had in her stomach. The albino did not even come to help her when she was stuck in that place.  

Her mind is not so clouded and the smell is not pleasant.  

A glass of water taken from who knows where is given to her by Tobirama. She takes it lightly and her world continues moving... hadn’t the alcohol been ejected? She doesn’t think so. She feels that she is lifted... she doesn’t complain and feels her head beginning to kill her from the effort of throwing out everything.  

There is silence. She stays leaned like that. “Was it worth it?” She asks her assistant when he leaves her on the bed. She settles down, taking off the sandals and doesn’t even bother to put on something to sleep.  

“It was.”  

“...”  

“You are a fool... you know that, right?”  

“And you’re an idiot,” she sighs without paying attention to who is looking at her. “Tomorrow I’ll have a hangover,” she complains.  

Tobirama doesn’t say much. He stays at that spot for a while, watching her carefully, as if this were necessary to make sure nothing would happen to her. Strange, considering that he doesn’t like her.  

Bot for now, she’ll leave it be, since dinner continued until late into the night, with many drunk shinobi and some isolated incidents of different shinobi with a lot of history in their hands.  

Even so, the event was carried out successfully.  

And for the first time... the Uchiha and Senju clans were at the same place, having dinner as if they were allies from a long time ago and not enemies from weeks ago. This meeting was the beginning of a fire of rumors that burned down in a matter of days.  

Many clans were surprised, attentive to each meeting of that clan that took place more continuously, with the ceasefire that started as a light alliance.  

The first step for others to follow the example.  

The beginning of a great village... one that only began out of curiosity and alliance.  

The clans looked and were surprised... wanting that peace for themselves too.  

A/N: One to say present! As you will see, things will begin to go to the point where we want to start. Our poor Karen found herself involved in the middle of a tension just out of foolishness and agreed to drink.

It wasn’t the best... and although it left many worried and her with a headache the next day, she feels it was worth it.

She knows it was necessary.

Thank you for the comments.

Author-chan out!

[vivitalks]

omg i didn't see that you did a writer's ask game! hopefully it's not too late to send asks? if not, may i ask 1, 7, 12, 15, & 5 about "blow a kiss to concern"? thank youuu 💙

i reblog a writer's game and then don't answer this ask for several days SORRY! love you here i am now let's go

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?) this is a tough question because i write in a lot of different fandoms. however, i am going to give two answers. one is the stydia fic blow a kiss to concern (which will be discussed later) because it has a lot of tropes i enjoy - driving, flirting, canon compliance, fluff with some angst, all the good stuff. the second is my kate bishop & peter parker series young & not too wise which has two fics - one of kate and peter meeting before the events of the hawkeye show, and one of them meeting right after. one thing i really enjoy doing is taking two characters who haven't really met or interacted but have the grounds for a fascinating interaction to meet and talk. so like, post-nwh peter has all this trauma from being a superhero, and pre-hawkeye kate is all starry-eyed wanting to be a superhero, and i loved the idea of those two perspectives meeting, two young new yorkers with such different life experiences. i do this kind of pseudo-crossover a lot and it's always so much fun.

7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of? i don't worldbuild that often. i am a big big fan of writing things that are canon compliant or very slightly canon divergent (one character lives instead of dies, a relationship is broken up instead of still together, that kind of thing) where the broader universe is still intact, because i feel like in fictional media, part of what's so fun and interesting about writing the characters is dealing with the shit they've gone through and experiences they've had as a result of the universe they exist in.

that being said, i did a smidge of worldbuilding (really more like world-expanding) for my bellarke fic taking the world off your shoulders, particularly the couple of grounder villages they wind up in, and that was fun. the 100 established this bit of canon where only the warrior grounders speak english but then we didn't get a lot of opportunities to see the communities of non-warrior grounders who didn't speak english at all, so i especially liked dipping my toes into sonia's village and exploring a community of people who aren't involved at all in the grounder violence/war and are just peaceful and self-sustaining

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you? mmmm i'm thinking about it but can't come up with any. i think i've probably gotten to like more rarepairs, but that's not a trope (maybe just an influence of hanging out with you lol).

15. What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written? like i said before i don't write a lot of AUs outside of your garden-variety canon divergence, so my options for answers here are limited. i guess my favorite AU is the whole post-age of ultron series i wrote where everything is the same except that pietro lives (bc seriously wtf was that). the series is called pietro lives 'verse but it wound up becoming an entirely clint-barton-centric series and i apologize for nothing.

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about blow a kiss to concern? Answer it now! "hey raviv, what's so special about driving stick shift?" look. you'll never know. you'll never understand until you're driving a bunch of foreigners from literally any other country other than america and they suddenly go, "wait is this a manual?" and you get to very nonchalantly say "yeah it is." you just can't know the level of smug pride you get to experience when people are impressed with you for something as simple as that.

also, driving stick is an even more involved way to do the already-hella-romanticizeable act of driving, and in my experience, it is frustrating as SHIT to learn. and like, stiles loves his fucking car so fucking much. the only other person we ever see drive that car is scott (i think?), most likely because it's not something most people can do, but also because scott is like a brother to him, one of the people he loves the most in the entire world. it's a huge act of trust for stiles to let someone else drive his car. so the idea that there's a skill lydia doesn't have but wants, and only stiles can realistically teach her because he's the only one with both the know-how and the actual car to teach her with is just. very charming in its potential. plus, learning stick at ALL is really hard and it's a testament to the relationship between stiles and lydia that she isn't constantly in tears, because like. he completely believes she can do it, and she completely trusts him to teach her. I JUST THINK THEY'RE NEAT

ask me a question for fic writers!

[pxison]

name — Rubi (was not a name I chose but it stuck and I kept it)

pronouns — She/Her

preferred comms — Tumblr dms are a mess so I'd prefer to take extensive convo over to Discord if people have it. Always available to those that ask.

name of muse — This blog has all the Vinsmoke sibs aside from Sanji so Reiju ,Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji

experience in RP — maybe 5 years because I did dip my toes into Rp a teensy bit before going into it more seriously with OP

best experiences — The friends made through rp are p great. Getting to see other muns amazing writing and character building through time and interact with them is up there as well.

pet peeves / dealbreakers — Too much drama can really turn me down from Rp a bit. Agree to disagree and let things be without starting witch hunts or vague post because resorting to that kind of shit is childish behavior and all of us should be beyond High school attitudes by now.

muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ) — I like to tackle any kind of topic whether light or dark. Angst tickles my funny bone the most but getting to do fluff is nice as well even though I know I run muses that make enjoying that harder. Smut is also another subject I enjoy writing with close muns.

plot or memes — Could do both tbh though plotting seems to be the way to go when memes are hard to find for muses.

long or short replies — My ass can go for days sometimes when I'm really feeling it, but nobody has to match my length. A paragraph over a single sentence would be nice as a minimum though, and I don't ever mean to overwhelm.

best time to write — Been leaning on later in the day as I've had less energy and time to write then I used to. Sometimes I will but often times that's not the case.

Are you like your muse — Mmmm I'd hope not, I'm way too silly for any of the sibs but Reiju is cool, don't got the trauma she's carrying around though.

Tagged by @ikkaku-of-heart

Tagging people that weren't tagged yet idk

[august-diehl]

Hi! I've seen that you take requests for hotd, especially for Aemond 😎 Could you please do a Aemond x Reader, where reader is a friend of his sister, but betrothed to another lord? Maybe someone who is mean to her or doesn't really care.

Thank you for taking requests!

Future Wife

A/N: I loved this idea, I hope you like it anon! Italics are flashbacks.

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Word Count: 2.5K (I’m sorry that is short 😭)

Warnings: angst, violence, suicidal thoughts and fluff (let me know if I missed anything).

Tag List: @aemonds-war-crime.

Masterlist

Being the only handmaiden for Princess Haleana was a true blessing, she was a kind woman and her children were really sweet. You’ve been in Kingslanding since you were a child, being from a minor House in the North made your prospects for marriage almost nonexistent. You were the youngest of seven, having five brothers and one sister. Your sister married really young, and she married well the second son of House Tully so your mother had big expectations for you.

Helena was your best friend, she always confided in you whenever she was feeling scared or happy. Alicent took notice when you came to the Red Keep with your family and requested that you became her daughter’s companion, your mother was ecstatic and left you in Kingslanding. You were sad for being away from your family but you weren’t going to miss the bullying your brothers inflicted upon you for years.

That was another person that you grew really close to, that was Prince Aemond. When his brother and his nephews gave him the pig, he came to you, his sister’s companion, the sweet girl that didn't have the heart to say to him, not because he was a Prince but because you were genuinely kind and you loved him but he didn't know that. When Aemond lost his eye, you were the only one that saw him crying he allowed himself to be vulnerable in front of you knowing that you’d never make him feel less than others.

Years passed and your mother and father were getting impatient due to the fact that no Lord demonstrated interest in you, even though you were doing everything correctly, going to all the balls, giving favours for the knights that asked you for it and behaving as a proper Lady. Except for your relationship with Prince Aemond, everyone knew that he wasn’t fond of anyone that wasn’t his mother and siblings but he treated really well and that didn't stop the gossip around the Red Keep, but all of this stopped when Aemond killed a minor Lord for calling you a whore.

The man was clearly drunk the feast was almost finished, you and Haleana were dancing together, giggling and just being happy. Aemond was watching you and how your beautiful form was moving with the music.

The Lord was laughing a bit too loudly which made Aemond grimace, he hated how boisterous men could get once they had too much to drink. But nothing could make Aemond get in a sour mood, he was watching you the woman he loves since he was a child dancing and being happy.

“...truly a dragon’s whore.” Everyone that was with the man froze, they knew how attached Aemond was to you, and they knew that he heard those words coming from the drunk man’s mouth, he was the only one laughing. He didn't notice the mood changing once he uttered those words so he kept going. “I wonder how many of them she’s bedding.” That was the final straw for Aemond, he banged his fist on the table and the music stopped. You and Haleana were confused.

“Who are you referring to, my Lord?” The tension was thick, everyone was holding their breath waiting to see what Prince Aemond Targaryen would do. The Lord quickly sober up, but that didn't mean that he retrieve his common sense.

“The northern cunt.” The Lord points at you, everyone gasps and Haleana was quick to offer you comfort with a hug.

“Mmmm.” Aemond drew his sword, and everyone gave him and the Lord room to fight. They all knew that it was an unfair match but Aemond being always honourable wouldn’t simply execute someone without a fair fight.

The Lord draws his sword as well and they started fighting, Aemond was incredible to watch he was quick and precise and in a matter of minutes the man was gutted and drowning in his own blood.

“Anyone that disrespects a Lady in my presence shall meet the same fate.” With that Aemond left the Great Hall, and you took Haleana away from the bloodshed.

He visited you that night in your chambers, Aemond never confessed his love to you. He never tried to kiss you, afraid that if he did you would’ve rejected him. Despite Aemond being a literal Prince his insecurities told him that he wasn’t good enough for you.

“Are you alright?” You ran towards him, you weren’t afraid of his actions but simply concerned for his well-being.

“Yes, that fight was of little challenge.” The two of you shared a laugh, it was true that Aemond’s swordsmanship was known throughout all of the Seven Kingdoms.

“I am only glad that you are alright, but I must urge you to not do such things for my honour. I know that I have it, those words do not anger me.” You knew that Aemond was quite protective of you but you couldn’t have him getting in trouble because of you.

“No one shall insult or question your virtue in my presence.” He puts his forehead against yours, something he has done for years.

“Let’s sleep.” It wasn’t unusual that you and Aemond shared a bed, it was normal for the two of you. But neither one of you ever confessed your feelings for the other, so the thought was that he only saw you as a friend and vice versa.

After this incident, no one would ever question or gossip about your close relationship with the Prince.

You were now sewing with Haleana, due to her personality and the fondness that Prince Aemond held for you the other Ladies didn't want to be near you, but you didn't care Haleana was all the company you needed. Today the Queen and the Hand decided to hold a feast to celebrate the twins’ name day and you couldn’t be more excited.

“What are you wearing tonight, Heleana?” You knew that she didn't care about feasts, but you wanted to see her happy since her marriage with Aegon was less than ideal.

“You should pick a dress for me.” Heleana was thrilled with the idea, she knew that you had great taste and you’d choose a great dress for her.

“Alright.” You got up from the sofa and started looking for a dress, Helena had the most beautiful dresses but she didn't use them very often. You saw a green dress, it came from her uncle Lord Hightower but she never used it. “You should use this one.” You showed it to her, knowing that it wasn’t her style but maybe she’d say yes to her best friend.

“I love it, we should start getting ready.”

That’s what you did, helping Haleana get ready was easy she was beautiful anything looks good on her. You decided to make a nice braid on her hair, she always looked incredible in braids. Once you finished with Haleana you got ready as well, you were excited for the feast maybe Aemond would dance with you this time.

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The feast was in full swing when you and Haleana entered it, everyone made space for you and the Princess to get on the main table. Since you were Haleana’s best friend you were allowed to sit with the family. Everyone was there except the King, which you knew that made Haleana sad.

The feast was nice, everyone was talking and laughing after dinner everyone started to dance. You really wanted to dance, but since Aemond killing that Lord all those years ago no other Lord had the guts to talk to you, and Aemond never wanted to dance.

But that soon would change, Lord Boros’ son came in your direction, you knew the Baratheon’s men reputation, they were drunk and horny and often mean.

“May I have the honour of this dance, my Lady?” You were surprised, the future Lord of the Stormsland never even looked at you. You looked at Aemond but he refused to meet your gaze.

“I’d be honoured, my Lord.” He guided you rather forcefully, but you said nothing.

You quickly realised that the man wasn’t a good dancer but you decided to just bear it. The whole time that you were dancing with the Baratheon you could feel Aemond’s eye on you, knowing that he can become over protective of you.

“Have you spoke with your family, my Lady?” You found it odd that the man was asking you this question.

“Yes, they are coming to Kings Landing soon.” You thought that it was odd that your parents were coming, they haven’t seen you since you were a little girl.

“Then it pleases me to inform of our betrothal.” You stopped dancing to look at him, he was deadly serious. “Your parents were more than happy to let it be a surprise, but I could not wait.” He took your hand rather forcefully and kissed it, to anyone looking that could be interpreted as a loving gesture but he was hurting your hand. “The King must approve it, naturally. And we shall be married once your parents arrive.” You couldn’t breathe, he didn't even bother to get to know you. He went straight to your Lord father, you knew that marrying for love wasn’t something that you would have the luxury of but you thought that man would at least be your friend.

That night you cried until you fell asleep, mourning the fact that you would have to leave Kings Landing, leave Haleana and Aemond behind.

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Lord Boros’ sons was suffocating, he didn't allow you to spend time with Aemond. The only time that you saw him was when Haleana invited him for tea. Aemond wasn’t visiting your chambers anymore, you felt even more heartbroken you already lost your best friend, the man you loved in secret for years.

You loved walking around in the gardens, but ever since the news of your bethrotal you spent even more time here trying to run away from your future husband. Speaking of the devil, he was walking towards you.

“Are you spending time with that Prince?” How did he know?

“Princess Haleana invited Prince Aemond for tea, I am her handmaiden.” You didn't appreciate his tone, he was to become your husband not your owner. Suddenly he grabbed your jaw, really tight.

“The only reason we are to be married is because your family is blessed with sons, not like my useless mother that sired so many equally as useless daughters. You have no fortune, no land and no great name. That one eyed bastard only wants your virtue, did you really think that he would marry you?” His humourless laugh paired with the hatred in his eyes made you truly scared of him. “You’d be wise to know your place.” He released your jaw from his and left you alone, was this man you are to be married? A cruel and a drunk?

The next couple of days he only got worse, he didn't allow you to perform your duties for Princess Haleana, and she probably thought that you abandoned her but that couldn’t be further from the truth. You missed her dearly but you missed Aemond even more, you tried to see him but your future husband put a guard of his to watch your every move so now you only stayed in your chambers, mostly crying.

The doors of your chambers opened, there was your future husband and he was clearly drunk. That was when you were the most scared of him, he slapped you a couple of times and it left bruises on your skin.

“Are you still mopping about? Get it together woman.” He was a mean drunk, and couldn’t see why you were unhappy with this union.

“It is improper for you to be here, my Lord.” You hated how weak you sounded, you weren’t even married to him and he destroyed you already. The statement made him angry, and he punched you. You fell on the floor, you knew that you’d have a bruise around your eye.

“I shall do as I please.” He yelled but he left your chambers, you were thankful for that.

Aemond felt as if his heart was being ripped out of his chest, his father approved the marriage. Alicent saw the hurt on her son’s face, she always thought that the two of you would marry eventually but things don’t work the way we want them to.

Aemond had to see you, his sister was sad for losing you and before you left him forever he needed to see you. When he opened the secret door of your chambers, he saw your reflection in the mirror. You had a black eye and your lip was bruised, and you looked utterly depressed. Once you saw him, you ran towards Aemond and you hugged him tightly.

“I am happy that you are here, I must ask something from you.” You couldn’t spend the rest of your life like this, your future husband was going to kill you eventually. Aemond montioned for you to continue. “Kill me.” You were determined but Aemond could see the sadness on your face. “My parents are to arrive in the morrow, put a dagger on my stomach so I can rest in peace. No one would know that it was you, please Aemond. I can’t marry that man.” You were broken, and Aemond couldn’t bear to look at that, he had to do something.

“I must leave.” He kissed your forehead and left you, you finally broke down.

Aemond went to the only person that could help, his mother. Alicent was writing in her chambers when her son barged in.

“What happened, Aemond?” Her son never done this before, it must’ve been important.

“She can’t marry the Baratheon, mother. She wanted me to kill her, she was bruised.” It killed Aemond to see you like that, but the Baratheons were great allies for the upcoming war they were needed.

“By the gods, I thought the same so I’ve been getting a new marriage bethrotal between the Baratheons and one of my cousins. She is a warrior, no Baratheon would be fool enough to mistreat her.” Aemond signed relieved, knowing that his mother thought the same as him was as if the weight of the world has been lifted off his shoulders.

“Thank you, mother.” Alicent put her son in a tight hug.

“Do not thank me, her parents will be furious by this betrayal. We must offer something in return.” Knowing that her son would never take the first step, she made him do it.

“Then she shall become a Princess of House Targaryen.”

“That is perfect.” Aemond only hoped that you’d accept him as your husband.

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You heard a commotion outside your chambers, you put on a robe and went to investigate. Aemond was dismissing the Baratheon guards, and you were relieved by that. He felt so guilt seeing your bruised face.

“You musn’t worry, mother provided another marriage for that man. You are free of him.” You jumped and hugged Aemond, you were so happy.

“But my parents?” They would be furious, and probably disown you for throwing away such an advantageous marriage.

“I…” He was nervous, what if you rejected him? “I asked my mother to marry us. You are to become a Princess, I am sure that your parents will be more than satisfied with the outcome.” You couldn’t contain your feelings anymore, you kissed Aemond.

“That is all I ever wanted. I love you, Aemond.”

“I love you too, my future wife.” This time Aemond was the one to kiss you.

[berryunho]

THE ANSWER: II

Kim Hongjoong doesn’t like the word ‘cult.’ He prefers ‘sect.’ pairing: ateez x fem reader genre: cult au, thriller, angst check warnings on AO3

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Jungeun was always early. It was almost uncanny how she always managed to beat you places despite you accounting for her earliness. As to be expected, Jungeun was already at the restaurant when you arrived.

You two had decided to meet for brunch to start your search for Mingi. It had also been a while since the two of you had been able to meet up, so it would be a good opportunity to play catch-up on the last few months of your lives. You are mildly concerned that there would be too much to talk about, and that Mingi would slowly drift farther and farther to the back of your minds; however, you’re resolved to make sure that that never happens again.

Jungeun had chosen to sit on the patio, as it was nearing the end of August and the weather was just beginning to turn. You greet her with a friendly smile, saying hello as you pull out your chair and get comfortable. She welcomes you back with an equally kind smile, and you can tell that she is genuinely pleased to see you.

Once you’re settled, Jungeun actually seems eager to hop right into business. “I went sleuthing last night,” she starts, leaning her elbows onto the table between you two, “there’s nothing! He doesn’t have a single social media, not even a LinkedIn!”

You sigh, but it was pretty much what you had been expecting. After Mingi sent you the ambiguous text, you looked for his Instagram to find it gone; along with every other social media you knew that he had. You had tried emailing his school email, but there wasn’t a reply on that end. “Do you know anyone that has talked about seeing him since he left?” You ask Jungeun, before being interrupted by the waiter arriving to take your orders. 

After Jungeun orders nearly half the menu and a mimosa, she gets back to business. “No, but I haven’t really asked around ever. Maybe that’s how we should start?” She suggests, leaning back in her chair and folding her arms. You want to believe that the curious look in her eyes is proof of her determination to find Mingi, but you feel that it is probably more like the desire for her food. As you chuckle to yourself over this revelation, Jungeun starts asking questions about your personal life. Have you been searching for a job, do you live in the same apartment, those types of questions. You answer them all readily, happy to catch up, but your mind stays trained on Mingi.

Soon, the waiter returns with the meals that you two had ordered (Jungeun had gotten a salad, 4 pieces of French toast, and a pancake, while you had stuck with just the salad) and you two begin to eat. By now Jungeun has graciously downed two mimosas, and the alcohol seems to only be making her more eager. “Who do you think we should start with?” She asks, referring to your search. “Did Mingi really have any closer friends than you?”

“Not that I know of…” You trail off, trying hard to think of people that Mingi had mentioned to you. When Mingi had disappeared, you racked your mind trying to think of new people or places that Mingi had mentioned, but there was nothing. Now, trying to think of anyone Mingi had mentioned was even more difficult. You know that Mingi did have other friends, but you find it a little hard to believe that any of them would have been closer to him than you were; that he would have told any of them where he was going if he hadn’t told you. 

“What about Changbin?” Jungeun asks, shoveling a bite of French toast into her mouth at the same time. 

“Mmmm,” you start, doubting Changbin a bit. Changbin had been one of Mingi’s friends, but he wasn’t really a part of your circle. He was in the same year as Mingi, though, so maybe he would have an idea of any of Mingi’s friends that you hadn’t known about. “We can try him.”

Jungeun looks up to you as she starts working on her pancake. “Do you mind if I ask why you suddenly care so much about finding Mingi?” She puts a bite into her mouth, quickly chewing and swallowing. “I mean-- its just that, its been quite a while. Do you think we will really be able to find him?”

You look down at your salad, realizing that you had hardly touched it. You didn’t want to think about the possibility of not finding Mingi. It hurt too much, too deeply, to even fathom the possibility that Mingi is gone from your life forever. He had been such a great part of your college experience. Now, at this moment, you couldn’t believe that you had ever let him go so easily. Not that you had a say in the matter, but you could have tried harder to find him then. Now, it might be too late. 

“I feel terrible for ever stopping looking for him. I have to make that up to him.”

.・。.・゜✭ ⧖ ・.・ ⧖ ✫・゜・。.

After you two had finished your brunch and paid the tab, you made your way back to your car. You two had decided that she probably was not in her right mind to drive, so you would take over on that front. Once you reached the car, you both climbed in and got ready.

Jungeun still had Changbin’s number, thank God. You only hoped that he would still have the same number. Both of you turn slightly to face each other, while Jungeun presses ‘call’ on her phone and immediately sets it to speaker. She sets the phone on the center console, waiting for an answer. The first ring is agonizing. The second is even worse. After the third, you start to doubt that Changbin will answer. But, with the next ring, he does.

“Jungeun, what a nice surprise!” You hear Changbin on the other line, and you’re finally able to breathe. 

“Hi, Changbin,” Jungeun greets back in response, slightly rolling her eyes to you. Briefly, you wonder if there had ever been something between the two of them, but the thought is quickly shoved off by Jungeun bringing up the topic at hand. “Say, have you heard anything from Song Mingi lately?”

Changbin pauses on the other side of the line. It seems like time stays still, like you’re frozen in that spot for ages. Changbin takes his sweet time in responding, “I haven’t thought about that guy in a while!” He takes another pause, and you feel as though you could punch him through the phone screen. “Come to think of it, I haven’t heard anything from him since even before he dropped out. He had been giving me the cold shoulder because I told him I was going to ask out (y/n).” He chuckles.

A slight confusion overtakes you. Changbin had liked you? You had had no ide- “But I never ended up doing it because she so obviously was in love with Mingi. Seriously, the way she acted after Mingi left was almost creepy.”

You feel embarrassment start burning in your cheeks as you turn away from Jungeun. You hadn’t been in love with Mingi. That’s ridiculous. If you had been, you would’ve known, obviously. You hear Jungeun smack her forehead on the other side of the carn in disbelief. “You are on speaker, idiot, with (y/n).”

“Really?” Changbin sounds shocked. Now its his turn to be embarrassed, you figure. “How are you doing, (y/n)?” He tries to play it off smoothly.

“I’m great,” you start, “but I’m trying to find Mingi again.” You internally cringe at the thought of proving Changbin right. But you know that you hadn’t loved Mingi. At least, that’s what you were going to keep telling yourself.

“Uh huh, well, I’m sorry, but I really don’t know anything about it.”

“Do you know of anyone that might know anything? Or did he ever mention anything strange to you before he dropped out?” Jungeun asks for you, taking the conversation over again. She had always been more of the talker.

Changbin thought for a second (at least, you hope he’s thinking) before responding. “You could try the school, I think you have to give a forwarding address when you drop out. I’m really sorry, but that’s all I can give you.”

“That’s actually a good start, thanks Changbin.” Jungeun smiles at you, looking excited at the prospect of a new lead. You smiled back at her, giving a thumbs up. Jungeun quickly says your goodbyes, and hangs up the phone. 

“The school! I can’t believe neither of us thought of that, honestly.” She giggles, turning to grab her seatbelt and snap it in. You follow her actions. It is a bit odd that neither of you had had that grand idea. Maybe it had been too obvious to even think about. Either way, you put the car in drive and start toward the university campus.

.・。.・゜✭ ⧖ ・.・ ⧖ ✫・゜・。.

Once you arrived at the campus, which was not far away at all, you parked in front of the administration office. You figured that, if there was any information about Mingi, this is probably where it would be. Jungeun and you popped out of the car and cheerfully made you way back to the building that you had entered so many times before. Passing the benches in front of the building made you remember the time when you had lost your ID and had to sit outside while you waited for another to be made. Faithful as ever, Mingi had come immediately to you when you texted him about the situation. You two sat on the bench closest to the doors, wondering where you could have lost the ID. You couldn’t remember much else about that day, other than how pretty Mingi had looked in the sunlight. 

“What are we even supposed to say?” Jungeun pulls you out of your thoughts with her question. You hadn’t exactly thought about that one. Would the administrators even be able to give you personal information? The two of you stop in your tracks outside the door. 

“We could say I’m his sister?” You suggest, slightly shrugging your shoulders. 

“If you’re his sister then why would you not know where he is? Plus your ID has your real name on it.” Jungeun is quick to find the flaws in that little idea.

“I could start crying really loudly?”

“That one might work!”

You did not think it would. But it was still worth a shot. So the two of you finally pull open the doors and get inside of the building.

The administration office is the first room that you see inside, so its not difficult to find at all. Considering that it was the end of August, however; it was packed with new and old students, trying to tie up loose ends. You and Jungeun glance at each other, taking in the view of the packed room. At the door stands a take-a-number machine, so you solemnly take one and wait for your turn.

The process actually seems to be going rather quickly, so you only end up waiting for probably 20 minutes before your number is called by an open administrator. You and Jungeun eagerly walk up to the counter, ready to find any information about Mingi.

“Name, number, and business.” The administrator simply states, looking at the two of you with a very tired stare. 

“Uh, we actually aren’t students anymore,” Jungeun starts.

You finish for her. “But we have a question about a past student.”

The administrator simply continues staring at the two of you, looking incredibly exhausted. “Are you family or something?”

“Not exac-”

“I can only give personal information to the family.”

Jungeun looks at you, her eyes practically screaming at you that it is time to start crying. Psyching yourself up, you start thinking about how desperately you need to find Mingi. You recall the tears that had been brought to your eyes last night, and you are easily able to reconjur them. However, you don’t even get to go too far before the administrator sighs.

“Look kid, don’t start crying. I don’t even care. Who do you want to know about?”

“Song Mingi, he dropped out last ye-” Jungeun is cut off by the administrator holding a finger up at her as she types away at her computer.

“What do you want to know?”

“Well, is there any type of forwarding address or phone number?” You ask hopefully, waiting for her reply.

“There’s a couple phone numbers, you want ‘em?” The administrator never takes her eyes off the computer.

“Yes!” You exclaim, “Yes, yes please!”

“Whatever,” the administrator hits a button and then stands up and walks to the spot behind her, to a printer. You watch the paper, your ticket to Mingi, come out and eagerly reach your hand out. The administrator simply places it in your hands, rolling her eyes at yours and Jungeun’s ecstatic ‘thank yous’ as you quickly head out of the building. 

.・。.・゜✭ ⧖ ・.・ ⧖ ✫・゜・。.

Once you two are back into the seclusion of your car, you take your first peak at the sheet of paper. On the top, it declares itself to be the 'STUDENT PROFILE of SONG MINGI'. The first thing you see after the heading is Mingi’s ID photo. The sudden glimpse of him brings a frog to your throat, and you quickly bring your hand up to cover your mouth. Your eyes move about the picture, hungrily scanning it to commit it to memory. It was taken when his hair had been dyed red. He was smiling his signature bright smile at the camera, his eyes squinted with his cheeks. He looked genuinely happy. The sight is enough to make those tears from earlier spring back to your eyes, and you have to set the paper down. Your hand remains on your face as you choke down the sob trying to escape. The picture had been too much.

Jungeun gently takes the paper from your hands, and rests a hand on your shoulder. She tries to comfort you, telling you that this is good and that you will be able to find Mingi now. You try to calm down, knowing that what she is telling you is true, but the sudden reminder had been so difficult for you. Jungeun continues trying to calm you, and, after a few moments, the urge to cry has passed you. 

Jungeun, assured that you are feeling a bit better, looks at the paper that is now in her hands. You glance over it as well, trying to not look at the picture. You look down to the larger profile section, and, sure enough, there are two phone numbers listed. One is under “personal” and the other is under “emergency contact.” You had never memorized Mingi’s phone number, but you assumed that the personal number must be the one that you have, the one that went dead after he left. Looking closer, you see that, by the emergency contact, there is one simple word: mother.

Jungeun must spot it at the same time as you, because she speaks out almost as soon as you process what you are seeing, “Mingi’s mom! That’s perfect! She has to know how to reach him.”

You agree with her, slightly having to force a smile to your face. This is great news, but you can’t help but wonder if maybe even she doesn’t know where he is. What then? 

Jungeun is pulling her phone out and dialing the number before you can stop her. The phone only rings once this time, before being picked up by a middle-aged sounding woman. 

“Hello?” She answers, “Who is this?”

“Hello Mrs. Song, this is Kim Jungeun, one of Mingi’s friends from college.” Jungeun quickly answers and explains.

The tone of Mrs. Song’s voice immediately turns up, “Oh, how great to hear! Can I help you with something, dear?”

Jungeun tells her that you and her have been looking for a way to contact Mingi. Mrs. Song immediately perks up at the sound of your name, “(Y/n)? Wow, Mingi used to go on and on about her!” You can almost hear the smile in her tone. “But, to answer your question, I can quickly tell you his new number.” She then reads out a comforting string of 10 numbers. After they have been safely written down and affirmed, Jungeun asks one more question.

“Say, Mrs. Song, if you don’t mind my asking, where has Mingi been?”

“Oh, not a problem at all dear! Mingi actually has moved onto a commune. They grow their own food and sustain their own lives there! Its a rather intriguing idea.”

Jungeun shoots you a confused glance, and you return it. A commune? Mingi had never seemed like a manual-labor, escaping-capitalism kind of guy. It made you really wonder what had made him suddenly decide to drop everything and join a commune. You shrug it off, however, much too excited at the prospect of having a way to finally contact Mingi. Jungeun says your thanks to Mrs. Song and hangs up the phone. 

“A commune, huh?” Jungeun doesn’t seem to think that seems very in-character of Mingi, either. You shrug at her, too excited to really think about it at the moment. Mingi. You finally could reach him. Your earlier episode was long behind you, all you could feel now was blinding joy.

You did it. You found Mingi.

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Mmmm what does angst look like for Curtis and Honey?

Oof... you had to come hitting, right? I do love me some Angst though. I feel like even when they get in those moments, the most important way for them to deal with it is talk about it. Communiation is key for them.

It's Been A Day

Warnings- Frustrated Curtis and hurt Reader. As always this is an 18+ Only Blog. Divider made by @firefly-graphics

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Everything just was wrong today and Curtis just needed all of it to stop. His head was buzzing, he could feel that headace just behind his eyes at the start of his morning really throbbing now and when he pulled the truck into the driveway, he gave a sigh of relief to be home.

Home where everything was just quiet and peaceful, didn't have everyoen demanding his attention right then and there, needing something more then he had to give right at that moment. Tonya kept bringing him work orders before he could finish the previous one, Grey accidentally snapped an important piece that no matter how many times him and Edgar tried to weld it back together, they couldnt get it to hold. Gilliam was on his case about the overtime which wasn't approved and to top it off, you had been so busy that neither of you had time together.

Really it was all he craved right now.

Just getting out, he gathered his stuff to take it inside the kitchen. All was quiet, his head stopped pounding for just a second in the quiet of his kitchen while he took care of his lunch box.

It didn't last though, cause you were busting through the door, arms loaded with your school stuff and what looked like half finished projects, talking on your phone to who Curtis suspected was your sister while calling out hello to him. It made Curtis wince, today the loud rushed tone gyrating his nerves just so and you dumped your armload onto the kitchen table, making a mess of your papers and costumes, your bag half hazardly tipped over. "Okay, I gotta go. Talk later." You hung up the phone and tried to get it picked up but the bag went tumbling over to scatter on the floor. Curtis, who was already on his own last nerve, snapped a bit with a drop of his lunch box in the sink, making you look up at the uncharacteristic huff he gave while he bent down to gather the books that fell from your bag. "I got it Curtis."

"Yeah, I know you do. Along with all the other stuff you brought home after work." He bit out while shuffling them in the bag. You frowned to yourself, trying to move out of his way while he set your bag back on the table.

"I'm sorry? I was just trying to get it all in one trip."

"Well why do you bring so much of your work home with you? I mean aren't you supposed to be clocked out for the day?" Curtis let his hands fall to his hips, looking at all that you had brought home after your day, you would be working for another couple hours on it.

"Sure, I mean, I'm supposed to be, but I just can't finish all of it on a school day and I don't mind helping the drama-"

"I'm going to be in the garage then till your done." Curtis snapped, turning away from you, bewildered at how he was acting. He slammed the door from the kitchen just a little too hard and you didn't know how to react. Some tears stung your eyes as a mix of feelings- worry, anger, confusion.

"Well hello, how was your day to you too Curtis." You snapped to yourself bitterly as you turned back to the table and started to gather it up. Maybe you should go back to your apartment? Your sewing machine was currently set up here, but you could bring it home. Maybe Curtis was just sick of you always being here and you needed to take the hint that you were too much in his space.

Whatever was going on, it left your stomach churning and heart hurting. Curtis never snapped at you like this and you just werent sure how to handle it. Jake, well Jake you knew what to do. You would beg for forgiveness and fix whatever pissed him off. Curtis, you just didn't know what to do. After a few moments, you make the decision to pack up. It seemed to be what he wanted from you.

You had been to much and now Curtis must be tired of you. Jake always said you were too much, and maybe... maybe he was right?

Curtis in his garage dropped into the drivers seat of the camaro and pressed his hand over his eyes while leaning back into the old broken down seat. "Fuck..." he muttered to himself. "FUCK fuck fuck." He didn't mean to be nasty to you, not in the slightest. Just in that moment everything was aggravating him and he took out his frustration on you. "Fucking hell." He squeezed his fingers at his brow a moment to relieve the pressure and then released.

He knew he had been a total ass and had to apologize to you. Curtis could only imagine how upset and angry you must be at him, which you had every right to tell him to fuck off if you wanted. It wasn't long till he was making his way back in the house, listening for where you were. "Honey?" He called out and peeked in the kitchen. His table was now spotless. "Baby where are you?"

For all he knew you already left and he felt even more shitty about how he treated you.

Stepping from the kitchen into the living room, he caught sight of you trying to pack up your sewing machine. Your movements are jerky and you purpously wouldn't look at him. "Honey, what are you doing?"

"I'm packing up my machine to take home. I need it tonight to do those costumes and I don't want to bother you." You said while struggling with the case. Curtis let his hands cover yours, lightly gripping your wrists and easing them away.

"Hey, can you look at me Honey?" He asked and you wrinkled your nose trying to hold your feelings back before you did look at him. Your eyes were shining brightly and your features controlled so that you just looked at him passively. Curtis could only imagine how many times you must have practiced this look with your ex and that already terrible feeling he had worsened because you felt you needed to use it on him.

Especially when you had the right to tell him off for what he did.

"I'm just trying to give you space Curtis." Fuck that stung him.

"I know you are Honey, I was a complete asshole and you don't deserve that. I'm sorry Y/N. I don't want you to leave or feel like you need to." His hold loosened now that he thought you wouldn't pull right away from him. "I had a bad day at the freight yard and that headache from this morning just got worse, I took it out on you."

You loosened a bit while he weaved his fingers with yours. You seemed a bit lost in what to do, your hands flexed in his like you might pull away from him but then relaxed. Your lips twisted a bit, almost like doubt crossed your mind. "I should probably go through, you seemed like I was bothering you."

"I don't want you to go Honey, I want you here. Fuck at this point it feels like your home to Y/N and I want you to be comfterable here." Curtis pointed out, taking a deep breath. "But, if you want to go back to your apartment, then I will help you with your sewing machine."

You gave a shake of your head, your eyes filling with the unshed tears from earlier. "No, I don't want to leave if you're okay with me staying."

That was it, he couldn't give you the space anymore and his arms circled around you while pulling you into his chest. He felt you shake in a small sob against him and he hated that he had made you feel this way. "Oh Honey, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry for being such a dick. Of course I want you to stay, please?"

His hands cupped your face to make you look up at him while you gave a small nod. His thumbs wiped away the tears caught in your lashes, angry now at himself for putting them there.

"I promise I will make it up for you. Starting with helping you set your sewing corner back up. It's the least I can do."

He let go of your hands to lean down and pick your machine back up, setting it back on the antique table his grandmother used to sew from as well. "Thank you." You said softly, while he reached down to plug it back in. "Um, you still have a headache?"

Curtis gave a roll of his shoulders while pushing back up off the floor. "It's fine, it will go away Honey. Again, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you."

You wave it away, wiping at the last of your tears. "Please next time tell me?" He gave a nod, relief apparent in his features that you didn't seem as upset anymore. "I will try not to be so... loud and just all over the place."

"But I like that about you." Curtis pointed out while you stepped in closer, both of you seeking the soft comfort in being together. Your hands were first, touching him gingerly and then sliding your hands along the bare part of his arms showing from his tee shirt.

"Mmh, I'm glad that you do. But not when your feeling like this." You pointed out and Curtis gave a slight roll of his eyes at his earlier reaction. Curtis let his hands rest at your back, rubbing along the dip and resting his palms against your waist. "Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?" Your head tilted watching him. "Please?"

"You don't have to Honey, I was the one who should be making it up to you." Curtis said and you smiled.

"But I want to help you feel better. You can make it up to me later. Come on Curtis... tell me what would help you feel better tonight?" You pushed gently, knowing he would eventually give it up.

"Honestly? A quiet night around the bonfire out back or a movie in bed?" He finally said.

"Okay, how about we do just that. You go take a shower, the hot water might help and then we will decide together which one to do. I just have a few things I promised to finish tonight which..." You glanced at the clock hanging above the bookshelves that ticked quietly. "I can probably finish in an hour. That will give you time for that hot shower and a little bit of a lay down." You offered and Curtis hooked a finger under your chin to pull you in closer, giving a soft gentle brush of his lips to yours.

"How did I get so fucking lucky to have met you Honey?"

[gingerbreadmonsters]

i shall be mr seek

or: it's not as easy as it looks, to live in a detective novel.

as gregor samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams, he found himself transformed into a gigantic beetle. entering my body horror era and ooh, it feels good. once again, i owe much to @house-of-laminations for inspiring me with their wonderfulness - i thoroughly recommend their blog if you’re interested! gn!reader, is this angst? it’s definitely horror, one mention of mc eating spiders if that’s a dealbreaker for you. when i say body horror, i really do mean it - there’s blood, scratching, losing control of your own body, all of that stuff. please stop reading at any point if you become too uncomfortable or upset. reader discretion is advised. it was no dream. satan wandering in the uncanny valley for 2000 words or less.

there’s something very wrong with you, and it’s starting to freak satan out a bit.

it had only been little things at first. you’d look a bit dizzy after coming home from RAD, mumbling some half-baked nonsense about your PE teacher being particularly harsh lately. you’d laugh quietly at his muttered jabs about lucifer’s stupid haircut, even though he’s not sure you’ve studied enough infernal to know exactly what he’d said. you’d started to prefer eating devildom food to human food, going so far as to choose red spider sandwiches for lunch instead of your usual pasta, and even though demonus shouldn’t affect humans, you’d definitely looked a bit wobbly when you and asmo came back from that perfume launch party the other day. 

the others don’t really seem to have noticed, or if they have then they don’t think it’s that important. beel loves how your appetite is growing and getting more adventurous, seeing how he gets to share even more of his favourite foods with you. 

belphie thinks your sudden growth spurt is adorable, and he’s wasted no time in buying even more blankets to accommodate your longer limbs. mammon finds it hilarious that you’re so much more aggressive when you’re elbowing your way through the corridors at RAD, unafraid in a crowd full of demons so unlike yourself. 

asmo won’t stop crowing about how shiny your hair and skin have been, saying that he knew his self-care treatments would do the trick, mmmm, didn’t i just tell you so, darling? lucifer never says it out loud, but it's so obvious how happy he is when you say that you really feel like you belong here, in the devildom, forever…

and yeah, satan’s not going to complain about the fact that you’ve been spending a lot more time with him lately, is he? it’s… nice, to have you curled up next to him in the library, to feel you wrap your arms (ow, when was the last time you cut your fingernails?) around his waist and settle your head under his chin. it’s nice, to run his fingers over your pact mark when he’s alone, and feel the thrumming of your bond, stronger than ever.

but that’s not all, and now that this has been going on for a few weeks, satan’s getting more and more worried that something is seriously wrong.

you’ve been complaining about headaches, stumbling around like a zombie and clutching your head when you think nobody’s around. sometimes, you’re scratching at your scalp hard enough that he’s surprised there aren’t holes in it already. sometimes, you’re shaking your head like you’re trying to empty your brain out through your ears. it’s… disturbing, to say the least, and he’s sure that you didn’t do that before.

it might have been the firelight in the library, but he’s sure he’d seen your shadow moving just a fraction of a second before you did. perhaps it was the faint sound of music from lucifer’s study, but it had almost sounded like you were muttering to yourself, something so quiet as to be nearly inaudible, something harsh and menacing and dark. it could have just been his tired mind at 2am trying to make sense of what he was seeing, but he’s sure that a human’s eyes shouldn’t be able to do that.

maybe it’s nothing, but your marks at school have been going up lately, even for subjects you normally have real trouble with. conjuration, curses and hexes, alchemical studies - your casting ability is through the roof right now.

your seductive speechcraft professor had even commended him on his tutoring ability - “almost like a proper demon, now, i can hardly believe it!”.

he hasn’t practised seductive speechcraft with you in months. 

it might be a bit personal, but satan can tell that your scent has changed lately, and he’s not convinced that that’s supposed to happen. demons have much better senses of smell than humans, which he remembers was definitely a learning curve for you when you’d first arrived, so you probably can’t tell that something’s wrong. 

your scent changes naturally from week to week and month to month, as happens to all humans - something or other about hormone fluctuations? and yeah, he’d kind of got used to your scent and the little ways that it ebbed and flowed over time, but it’s never been like this. 

it’s like… you don’t smell like you any more, at least not as much as you used to. does that make sense? he’s finding it harder and harder to pick you out of a crowd of demons, and while he might have brushed it off as a side effect of long-term habitation in the devildom, he’s asked solomon a few, ahem, research questions. 

he’d been a bit surprised at satan’s decidedly niche area of interest, but solomon’s been known to stay in the devildom for extended periods of time before and apparently nobody’s ever told him that his scent had changed because of it. 

he’s even gritted his teeth and gone to asmo to check that solomon was telling the truth, and while it had resulted in some rather awkward questions, asmo had confirmed that he’s never known solomon’s scent to change like yours is doing now. and, given what satan knows about his… lifestyle choices, he’s inclined to believe that asmo knows what he’s talking about.

nowadays, you’re so tired all the time, drooping over your dinner plate even though he knows you’ve been spending half your time asleep in the attic with belphie. levi’s started bulk-ordering human-safe energy bars for you off akuzon, ever since you’ve started falling asleep two episodes into an anime marathon that you’d once watched twice over in a single sitting. 

it’s less of a problem when you’re actively playing games together, although satan did think it was strange when levi told him how proud he was of how good you’re getting at immortal kombat - apparently, your reaction speed is getting so fast that you’re almost able to consistently land a “lethality” on him.

and it’s weird, but sometimes when he says hello to you in the corridor, you get this momentary, terrified look on your face, staring up at him like you’ve never seen him before. it’s almost like how you were right at the beginning of the exchange programme, back when you were still tiptoeing around the house like you thought he’d decapitate you on the spot for breathing too loudly. 

you look at him like he’s your lord, like he’s your master, like he could give you an order at any moment and you’d obey, not out of the love he knows you hold in your heart but out of fear, the fear of him. he’s not that scary, is he? not to you, not any more? he tries so hard not to be, to be more than that for you, and he’d thought it was working - that the sweet little smiles and late-night cups of tea and fingers brushing his when you’re walking home meant that you might feel like he does?

it all comes to a head on a quiet, saturday morning.

he likes to get up early on saturdays - his brothers are usually still in bed, sleeping off the long week just gone, and if he’s lucky you’ll be awake, and let him sit in your room with his mandragora tea (thank you, barbatos) and your glass of blushberry juice. you haven’t let him in for the last few weeks, calling out to him when he knocks and saying you’re going to sleep in, but maybe today will be the day.

he’s just coming up the stairs, drinks in hand and book tucked under his arm, when he hears it.

it’s your voice, talking to something. no, someone. but who’s there? you sound terrified, frantic, like you’re trying to reason with them. are you being threatened? how could anyone else have even got in to your room in the first place? his steps are getting faster, he’s running now, when all of a sudden you cut off sharply. a hiss of breath, a savage choke like you’ve been punched in the stomach, he can almost hear your diaphragm spasming - and then you speak again.

…what?

now, you sound terrifying, vicious, all sharp teeth and sharper tongue. as he gets closer to your room, the magic spilling out from under the door gets stronger and stronger - it’s like a thick haze of power that muddles his brain and turns his insides to liquid. it sounds like you’re having an argument, and it sounds to him like you could spit venom if you tried, for a minute he doesn’t notice but then - yep, you definitely don’t know enough infernal to say that, what’s happening to you? 

he’s definitely spilt his drink on the carpet, but he doesn’t care. as soon as he sets his hand on the handle, the electric feeling in the air spikes. it’s a wonder he doesn’t take the whole damned door off its hinges with how fast he opens it, but now he’s looking at you, properly looking at you for the first time in weeks, and you-

you look fine.

the same, unfortunately, can’t be said for your room - there are magic circles in bright green chalk across what must be every flat surface in the room, lots that he recognises but a few he doesn’t. the walls and bedframe are covered in scratch marks (are those claw marks?), desperate and unhinged. the mattress looks like it’s been sliced open, gutted of its springs and stuffing and filled with paper talismans, an empty space in the centre just right for someone of your stature to lie inside. 

sickly green spellcraft candles drip wax onto your desk, unearthly flames of all colours and long plumes of sweet-smelling smoke everywhere. there are photos nailed to the walls and floor, some of you, some of him, green runes scribbled all over them. some of the circles even look like they have active elements in them - little cups half-full of herbs, stones, soil, blood, hair- wait, that’s not yours, is it?

he pauses for just a second, dumbfounded, to stare at you in confusion, and that’s when he sees it.

“...satan?” 

two little points, bloody and sharp, peeking through your hair.

this can’t be happening.

“satan, i- hahhh, you need t- nnnng!”

it’s like you’re fighting to get the words out, tripping over your own tongue like it doesn’t belong to you. you’re standing up now, unfolding your crossed legs from the floor, and you’re smiling at him, but it- it’s not quite you, and all of a sudden everything falls into place.

“possession.”

“yes.” that’s not you speaking.

“how long?”

“it’s almost over.” that’s not good. he looks into your eyes, into that precious face he loves so much, and he finally sees what he’s been missing this whole time.

he’d always thought you were sweet. well, now you’re peeling open, like the most delicious shadow orange, pith and rind and strings spilling out of you, scraped hollow and empty. you’re sharp, acid and bitter, citrus on his tongue, your sweet perfume filling his mouth and condensing on the inside of his skull.

“i’ll kill you.”

the… thing inside you laughs a little bit, and it hurts because that’s the sound he craves, the sound of happiness he’s given you, the sound of lightness and warmth and floating. it looks down at your body, soft and warm, and reaches up with your hand (the fingers are too long) to cup your jaw (the teeth are too sharp).

“no you won’t.”

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...hey, what’s this?

chek(hov’s )list

or: all of the things that satan should probably have seen coming, and that you might have noticed while reading, in 450 words or less.

the title! it’s robert louis stevenson’s “strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde”, and in context it’s gabriel utterson (whose perspective we see the story from) declaring his resolve to find mr hyde (who we don’t yet know is the same person as utterson’s good friend dr jekyll). a fitting tribute to not only our classic-literature-loving satan, but also to our poor darling mc.

when a human is possessed by a demon, it is possible for the demon to induce infernal conversion in the human’s body. this is done by continually flooding the human’s body with infernal magic, forcing it into the human’s dna in order to make it adapt to the influx of demonic energy.

demonic conversion can theoretically be initiated by a demon of any sort, but if the demon does not have the capacity for a sufficient quantity of magic, they will burn themselves out in the process and the possession will end.

depending on the possessor’s own skill, inclination, and magical ability, demonic conversion can take anywhere from days to years to complete. for most demons it generally takes just less than 6 weeks - about 40 days or so.

it takes a lot of energy, on the part of both the demon and the human, for a successful conversion to take place. a human host may feel unusually lethargic, requiring greater amounts of sleep and nutrients in order to remain functioning.

the official language of the devildom is infernal, which is known by all demons (albeit with some regional variations in phrasing, spelling, and accent.

devildom food contains more of the nutrients needed to support a demonic body than human food does, including much higher concentrations of magical energy.

it is physically impossible for a human to become intoxicated from drinking demonus, as the necessary receptors are differently structured in human and demon brains.

the average demon is approximately 1.25 times taller than the average human.

keratin is a protein found naturally in the human body, most notably as a necessary component of the hair, skin, nails, and various internal organs. it is also a vital component of demonic horns.

in much the same way as celestial energy is connected to light, infernal magic is innately connected to shadow.

demons’ brains operate differently to those of humans, and as a result demons generally have much faster reaction speeds. levi has been playing immortal kombat for a very long time.

all of the runes and candles and markings in mc’s room are green. satan has been feeling a much stronger bond with mc than normal for the last few weeks. 

as i was saying:

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[miyuwuki]

Can I request Kise showing his real side to his s/o, you know the one he has when playing basketball the darker character, and his s/o loves him regardless? Tsym!

hello love! this lovely meant akashi instead of kise! thank you so much for this request, this is a very wholesome idea

warnings: slight angst but happy ending!

akashi seijuro x reader

i will always love you

you were so confused. akashi hadn’t picked you up in the morning, or steal you from your friends so you can have lunch with him, or let alone speak to you. in fact, he was completely avoiding you today, and even going the extra lengths of putting a hand up when you tried to approach him. you were sure you didn’t do anything wrong as you spent the entire day deciphering your actions and words, and what could have possibly made him upset; just yesterday, the both of you had a study date and dinner together, and it ended off on a good note. what’s with him today? we had a good time last night.. you thought, grumbling under your breath. the anxiety you felt was slowly getting replaced with anger, and soon enough, you felt like punching that prince of a boyfriend of yours.

and so you made a plan; a plan that after school, you’d walk into the student council office and give him a piece of your damn mind. maybe you would have let it slide if there was at least an explanation for his behaviour, but there wasn’t, and you weren’t going to let his ignorance win- especially when it was towards you.

the bell soon rang for dismissal, and eventually rakuzan was empty. you packed your things and stomped as quickly as you can to the student council office. through the door you saw your boyfriend working on a pile of paperwork. your eyebrows furrowed and marched into the office.

“seijuro! we need to talk!” you dropped your bags and crossed your arms across your chest, waiting for a response.

“i’m busy.” akashi replied, not even looking up from the papers he was signing. a vein popped in the corner of your head, impatient from all the bullshit he was giving you today. you scoffed, “i don’t care! you’ve been avoiding me the whole day! you didn’t tell me why; you left me hanging in the morning, then at lunch, and literally every time i tried to approach you! what’s gotten into you? did i say something wrong to you yesterday? i tried to figure out if i did, but i don’t really recall anything of that sort. at least explain yourself-”

“you should leave me, y/n.”

you stopped talking and your arms fell to your sides. leave him? as in break up with him? 

“s-seijuro, i just asked for an explanation-”

your words were interrupted by him walking up to you. you didn’t know what you were feeling; if it was fear, or if it was anger. you couldn’t tell, and all you knew was that it felt like there was a giant pit in your gut.

“sei?” 

that’s when you saw it; the way his eyes glowed. how one was red, and the other was a bright glowing orange.

“leave, y/n. i’m not good for you.” akashi said, looking straight into your eyes. you clenched your jaw, taking a breath in, “what are you talking about sei? i have one problem and you want me to leave? we can sort this out if you just explain why. why are you being like this?” you said with confidence as you fold your arms across your chest once more.

“did i stutter, y/n? i said i’m not good enough for you. you need to be with someone who will provide you care with pure selflessness and content. this is something i cannot give you. my orders remain absolute, so leave me.” he clamoured, feeling an ache in his chest.

tears started to form in the ducts of your eyes, and you clenched your fists in your chest. your head was clouded, and your body was growing weak. you weren’t going to back down like this; you didn’t want to give up. “who are you to tell me of who and what makes me happy, sei?” you mumbled, wiping your tears. you lifted your head up and looked straight into his heterochromatic eyes, “who are you to decide that for me, asshole! i love you, and only you, can’t you see that?” you raised your voice a little higher, bewildering akashi a bit.

“but i’m right, and this is just how it is-”

“to hell if you’re right! when i got into this relationship, i knew about your other personality already, but i still wanted to deal with it because that’s just how much i fucking love you!” you sniffled and cried, not even attempting to stop yourself, “you could commit crime or accidentally miss your shot, i don’t care! you’re always going to be the same seijuro i fell in love with. nothing and no one will ever change that.” you didn’t know what to do after that, so you just wailed; the student council office was filled with the sounds of your cries and sobs. after all, you didn’t expect him to react the way he did today. you didn’t expect him to tell you to leave, or hear the words “i’m not good enough for you” coming out from his mouth. you just wanted to be with him. all you wanted was him.

but something you didn’t expect even more were akashi’s tears slowly flowing from his eyes; not too much, but not too little that it was unnoticeable. he slowly walked closer to you and wrapped his arms around your torso, resting his face in your shoulder. 

“seijuro...” you wrapped your arms around his neck, breathing in that masculine scent you loved.

“do you mean that, y/n?” he whispered, “do you love me that much? even with...”

you sighed, “of course i do, sei. i will always love every single part of you.” you felt his grip tighten on you, feeling the sighs against the crook of your neck. you rubbed his back in a circular motion, trying to comfort your boyfriend. “now sei, why were like that today? can you tell me why? please?”

he let go of your embrace and looked into your eyes once more, the glowing eye reflecting off the glassy surface of your own. you held akashi’s cheek in your hand, and he immediately leaned into your touch. “i didn’t know what i’d do if you ever saw this side of me. to be honest, i was quite petrified if you were to leave because of it; i kept overthinking it so i thought making you leave would make it hurt less. i was wrong.”

you took your hand off of akashi’s check and grabbed both of his hands, bringing the up. “sei, have a little more trust in me. i meant it when i said i will always love every part of you. this akashi, the other one, and every single one after that.” you gave a soft peck to each of his hands, “i’m not going anywhere, just know that. you’re stuck with me forever.”

a minuscule smile formed on his face as he leaned in closer and planted a soft kiss on your lips. you felt the mixed breaths against your mouth, both of you inhaling it. he grabbed your waist once more to give you a much deeper kiss, both your lips dancing in sync, as if it had a mind of its own. he pulled apart from you and placed another kiss on top of your head.

“i love you, y/n. i’m so sorry for the way i treated you today. i promise i will make it up to you, love. thank you for accepting me always.”

“i love you too, seijuro. next time, don’t go neglecting me, and i don’t care if you think if you’re right or whatever. we always talk about it, okay? besides, there’s no one else i want but you, dork.”

“yes, my love.”

aaaa i hope this was good enough for you! mmmm although akashi is literally perfect, i felt like he would get insecure about his other personality— so that’s how i wrote it! please give me some feedback if you’d like. once again thank you <3

[zoethespiritwolf]

I love her, damn it!

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Part 2 (Part 1 here)

Ship: Sokka x f!firebender!reader

Warnings: swearing, injuries, captive abuse, a bit of angst, but it ends well

Genre: angst-to-comfort

Fic type: Scenario

A/n: This is part 2 of the "I love her, damn it!" miniseries. Sorry that it took so long and I apologize to those who have sent in their requests. I've seen them and am already working on them. You can expect them to be completed in about a week.

Other than that, I hope you enjoy and have a nice day!

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(Y/n) was sure she had lost the perception of time at this point. All the blood loss, torture, and generally not being able to see the sun in the freezing metal cell had made her head fuzzy and not being able to recall what day or time it was.

She didn't know if it was hours, days, maybe weeks, or even months since she had been captured, but it didn't really matter at this point. (Y/n)'s main goal was to survive and possibly get out of the base to safety.

Just then, (Y/n) heard footsteps outside of her cell. Rhythmic, meaning it was probably another Fire Nation soldier that had come to either 'beat the traitor' or deliver scraps of food. The firebender heard the footsteps stop near the door and the rhythmic tapping of the keypad of the side of the cell door.

When the captive heard the high-pitched beep of the keyboard, signaling that the correct combination had been entered, (Y/n) threw her head back and groaned, her bound hand tugging at the metal chains around her wrists immobilizing her.

The metal doors to her cell slid open and a cloud of mist rose from the doorway. The girl sighed and through her nose released a mist cloud similar to the doorway and swung her head back in front of her to see who had decided to come to visit her. (Y/n)'s eyes widened when she had set her gaze on the visitor, before quickly relaxing and raising her brows.

"Princess Azula," (Y/n) addressed her, "To what do I owe the pleasure that you personally come to visit a poor firebender like myself in these circumstances?"

"You and I know very well that you aren't just another poor firebender," the princess smirked in reply, crossing her arms behind her back, "You are far more important than those disposable soldiers in this base."

"I suppose so, your Highness," the captive sighed and furrowed her eyebrows when she felt her energy depleting, "However, I would be far too hopeful to think that you've just come here to talk to your old friend. What do you want?"

"Always to the point, as usual," Azula replied as her smirk widened and she turned to slowly walk around the cold cell, "But you are right. You would be far too hopeful to think I've just come to see you."

"And as to what I want," the princess continued "I want to give you a choice."

(Y/n) raised a brow in question as the corners of her mouth started to tug downwards into a grimace at Azula's speech.

"Swear absolute loyalty to me and join the Fire Nation again as a general," she proposed, "And you will walk out of this cell a free woman. I'll arrange it so that no trace of this incident ever exists, and everyone will forget that you were a traitor to your kind."

"And if I refuse?" (Y/n) asked, her eyes locking onto her former friend's own amber ones.

"You'll stay here before you will be brought out by the firing squad to your execution," Azula replied.

"So you're making me choose between two evils. Execution or you." the captive smirked tiredly as her head swayed from side to side, barely managing to keep it up.

"Precisely," the princess turned on her heel to face the captive.

(Y/n) bowed her head, making some of her stray hairs falling in front of her face as she slowly started to laugh. The girl's laughter became louder with each second and she once again tossed her head back before breathing in deeply to calm herself, a huge grin settling on her face.

"Do you really have to ask for my decision? You already know what it will be, Azula," (Y/n) leaned forward as much as her chain bound hands would let her so that she was face to face with the Fire Nation princess before whispering, "My death will at least be without much suffering."

"So execution it is," Azula growled as her grin disappeared from her face and a frown came instead. The princess looked at the triumphant grin on the captive's face before turning away and swiftly walking to the doors of the cell and walking past the guards at the entrance.

"Have the firing squad ready for her execution," Azula commanded one of the guards.

"Yes, your Highness!" the guard replied and closed the cell doors.

(Y/n) sighed as her grin started to fade away. She knew that she couldn't escape this, but in no way did the girl regret her decision. The former general was aware that Azula would exploit her and break her if she had agreed.

And then her thoughts shifted to her friends. Aang, Katara, Toph, Zuko and...Sokka.....

The memory of the water tribe boy's brilliantly blue eyes flashed in her mind, the hand he had reached out to try to help her into the escaping jeep despite their disdain for one another.

"I'll never see him again," (Y/n) sighed out as her hopes shattered, "they won't be able to come for me."

Just as her thoughts started to become deeper into the pit of memories, the firebender's ears picked up the faint sound of footsteps running and shouting outside of her cell.

"Have I really become insane now?" (Y/n) pondered as she felt faint and black spots started to appear in her vision from how tired she felt, "Am I hearing things now?"

The girl's consciousness started to flicker as she supposedly heard footsteps coming closer down the corridor. And for a brief second, (Y/n) thought she could hear Sokka shouting her name and the sliding metal door being busted open with force.

And there they were. Those same sea blue eyes she had gazed into before she had been shot at. And now those blue eyes were the last thing the firebender saw before she had blacked out.

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Sokka felt his heart stop the moment he saw (Y/n) passing out just as they had made it inside her cell. His widened eyes then zeroed on the countless bruises on the girl's body, all of them varying in different sizes, and Sokka felt his blood starting to boil.

"Toph, release her from the chains!" Zuko commanded the blind girl, making the water tribe boy snap out of his thoughts.

"On it!" the girl replied and used her metal bending to crumple the chains around the captive's wrists.

Just as (Y/n) started to fall to the floor, Sokka leaped forward and caught the passed out girl in his arms. Immediately the fingers of his right hand flew up to the left side of the girl's neck, right above an artery, and upon finding the steady beating of her heart sighed in relief.

"Sokka!" Zuko called out to his friend, "We have to go! Now!"

The Fire Nation prince had come closer to the pair and was about to grab (Y/n) out of Sokka's arms to carry, but the younger boy clutched her body closer to his.

"We don't have time for this!" the firebender insisted and reached out for the girl, "Give her to me so that we can get out!"

"No!" Sokka replied stubbornly, "I can handle this myself."

"For fuck's sake, why are you being stubborn about this!" Zuko questioned angrily, "If you give her to me, I can carry her out faster-"

"Because I love her, damn it!" Sokka yelled back at the firebender and hoisted (Y/n)'s limp body up in his arms.

Zuko's eyes widened at his friend's outburst before his brows furrowed in concentration and after a pause spoke.

"Alright," Zuko said calmly, "Get her to the Rendez-vous point. I'll cover for you. Toph, go in front of them and scour out any enemies in front of us!"

"I can feel none so far," the blind girl replied as she started running in front of the group, Sokka following shortly behind with (Y/n) in his arms.

"Hold on, (Y/n)," Sokka thought to himself as the group made it out of the building.

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A soft surface under her. That's the first thing (Y/n) noticed when she started to regain consciousness. The second thing the girl felt was a calloused hand clutching her own. A finger slowly and gently ghosted over the hand and she felt the hand tighten.

(Y/n) turned her head to the side where the hand was coming from and started to slowly blink her eyes open, squinting a bit when the hospital room's bright light burned her eyes. But nonetheless, the firebender noticed the dark skin of the hand holding her's and looked up.

The girl felt warmth spread through her chest when she realized that Sokka had come to visit her and fell asleep. (Y/n) slowly wiggled her hand out of his grasp and gently traced his face with the back of her hand, making the boy groan in his sleep and the hand clutching her's previously grabbing her wrist.

"Mmmm, what?" the water tribe boy blinked as he took in his surroundings and with sleep clouded eyes looked at (Y/n), still clutching her wrist gently.

After a brief pause, his eyes widened and a large grin appeared on his face when he had regained enough consciousness.

"You're awake!" Sokka exclaimed happily and dived in the bed to hug the girl, "Holy shit, you're awake!"

"Slow down, water boy!" (Y/n) wheezed out as she slightly pushed at Sokka's chest, "You're suffocating me!"

"Sorry!" the boy quickly apologized before looking the firebender over to see if he had hurt her accidentally.

"It's fine, I'm fine," the girl laughed and Sokka's cheeks gained a reddish tint to them.

After a brief pause, the boy shook his head, the warmth from his face disappearing before his brows furrowed and he stared angrily at the girl in front of him.

"Why the hell would you think it was a good idea to try to stop the Fire Nation soldiers on your own!" Sokka scolded the firebender, "It was absolutely reckless and stupid, and-"

"Well, what else was I supposed to do?" (Y/n) angrily replied, "Allow them to capture us all? "

"You were supposed to stay safe!" the water tribe boy pressed.

"Since when was saving the world from the Fire Nation ever safe?" the firebender questioned.

"What I meant was that you were supposed to not get hurt," Sokka explained himself, "You placed yourself in unnecessary danger and you got hurt because of it."

"Since when do you care that I get hurt?" (Y/n) tsked.

"Since I found out that I love you," the words slipped out of Sokka's mouth and the girl's eyes widened in shock.

"You.. love me?" She cautiously questioned.

"Yeah, I do," he sighed, bowing his head and waiting for rejection, "Look I know you don't feel the same way, but I wanted you to know so th-"

Sokka never managed to complete his sentence as (Y/n)'s lips locked on to her former rival's. The boy tensed before slowly relaxing and leaning into the kiss. The girl's lips started to pull back, but the water tribe boy dived back in for another kiss.

No way was he gonna let her go now.