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sea-owl · 1 year

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Portia at seeing ABC with her pseudo children/niece: Death flags, death flags everywhere! I need to call in the reinforcements.

Cue the next ball where Simon, Michael, and Phillip help keep away their friends from the Bridgertons, much to the Bridgertons annoyance.

But also imagine just how unimpressed the spouses are with the Bridgertons in this. Kate has no interest in being a viscountess but thinks Anthony might make a decent match for Edwina as he was not on Simon's list of bachelors who would not suit Edwina. Besides, if push comes to shove, she and Simon have already agreed to just marry each other for convenience with Edwina's children being their heirs. Simon gets his wish of no children and Kate can continue to run her chai business. After all, someone needs to educate the British on how their tea is wrong.

Sophie swore to never rely on any man for financial independence and is content to work with Philip on making illustrations for his books on plants and helping balance the books for Kate's business. Plus she also helps model dresses for her friend Genevieve Delacroix and even does some lacework for her. She has a wonderful life as it is and while Benedict Bridgerton has a pretty face, she's heard much about it him and is less than impressed. This man is the very embodiment of wealthy male privilege and she has no intentions of being another notch in his bedpost.

Had Penelope not grown up with Simon, Michael, and Philip along she might have found Colin Bridgerton to be charming. Had Penelope not been raised in the company of a firm but loving mother, three wonderful protective and supportive sisters, she may have swooned when Colin Bridgerton came to sign her dance card. Had she not been friends with some of the strongest women she knows, she may have fallen in love with Colin Bridgerton the moment they met. Instead, Penelope danced her dances with him and walked away feeling just about as impressed with him as she had with every other man she'd danced with (aside from Philip that is). Oh he's more handsome than most to be sure and she can see how he may have charmed many a young debutante with his smile and laugh but the whole time they were dancing, he talked extensively about his travels as if she was someone sheltered flower who had never been outside of London. It's shame that he seems to be like most other wealthy men she's met: charming and handsome with no substance. She was honestly relieved when her mother pulled her away after the second dance. Penelope adores her mother looks up to her which means she's good at reading her her and she knows her mother has always been wary of the Bridgertons. Therefor, she has no intentions of furthering her acquaintance with Mr. Colin Bridgerton.

As Portia watches with relief as her precious girls dance with the young men she'd taken under her wing as children, she throws a smirk at a very disgruntled Violet Bridgerton.

Anon: But also imagine just how unimpressed the spouses are with the Bridgertons in this

Me:

That's gotta be my favorite part about this. The spouses are just watching these weirdo Bridgertons flirt with them and they're all just so unimpressed. Kate, Sophie, and Penelope are busy women running their tea, illustrations, and writing businesses. They've got work to do, and don't have time to waste on bloody rakes. Especially second and third son rakes who do nothing but throw away money. Kate should count herself lucky that her weirdo rake at least has a job to make money.

Simon, Phillip, and Michael aren't safe either because Bridgertons D, E, and F have taken an interest in them, much to Violet's delight, and Portia's horror. Is she in some kind of fanficion? She swears this is like one of those AU fanfics her roommate used to write in college claiming that the villains made better love interests than the actual love interests.

The boys aren't too impressed by the Bridgertons either. They have their own stuff going on like running (or soon to be running) their own estates, or gathering data from their experiments. Honestly the only reason they are here is because they want to make sure the girls are okay at these things.

They all have understandings too (Simon and Kate, Michael and Sophie, Phillip and Penelope) that should they need a spouse for convince they would marry each. other. At least with one another they know what they are getting into.

Portia nods her head in approval when all six of them tell her that they have no plans of courtship with the Bridgertons. She then proceeds to throw a victorious smirk towards a disgruntled Violet.

Felicity and Lucy are watching from behind the scenes, recording everything in letters so Gareth doesn't miss out on the drama happening. Honestly Lady Danbury should just get him tutors and have him learn at home like Phillip did. He's missing out on so much drama! They have no idea what awaits them in a few years when two other Bridgertons will finally come of age.

Mary only shakes her head, she knows it is not gonna be that easy. From what she has observed so far the kids and their respective Bridgertons have about as much tension as Portia and Violet do. She might be seeing things too but it looks like the Bridgertons like the chase.

Mary wonders how long it will be before scandal breaks out.

#villianess isekai au #bridgerton #bridgerton spouses #portia featherington #slight mention of couples #kathony #benophie #polin #saphne #philoise #franchael #portia x violet #violet x portia

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bloomboxygo · 9 months

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I'm curious to see how you feel about Yuya given, uh, everything. But I know that might be a bit frightening so feel free to do either Sora or Serena instead!

Well, first question and I already have a slammer on my hands. Can't say I didn't ask for this one, so it's best I get these thoughts out on Yuya. Later on I might do the other two. Get ready. Also spoiler warning.

General opinion/How much I care about them: Yuya's a character I found frustrating as the show went on, but it's not his fault. Amongst all the characters with missed potential, Yuya's one of the very few ones who felt complete, with the initial shut-ins, insecurities, and bullying building him up to life his own life and make his mark on the world how he knows best: making people smile with his Entertainment Dueling. And in the Miami Championship, he really started to come on its own and actually impressed me. Another thing that impressed me was the Z-ARC foreshadowing: regardless of execution, you cannot say they didn't have that idea at the start, or at least the core of it. Sure, the road was bumpy (learning the same lesson over and over? Common and overused complaint, but I can't disagree with it) but it did lead to a complete character at least, which I do find endearing at the core. It's the world around him later on that becomes the frustrating part. Especially the post Z-ARC part, it felt like the world itself bent to Yuya's goals, like the whole world will be destroyed if Yuya doesn't get his girl, like... Ugh. AGAIN, he's not entirely at fault for that. I do care for him and wish him very well (despite the frustrations) and proper, thorough therapy. Also for his mindmates. Also... I don't have a strong opinion on Berserk Yuya. It's... A berserk form that always wins. I already know what's the outcome.

A ship I love: Eh... Not much of a shipper myself, but... Fruitshipping is fine, valid and canon, but frustrating because of reasons above which I also explained in my "Yuzu's Exhaustive, Exhausting Elegy". Again, not Yuya's fault here but Yuzu kind of destroying her own self for him just in a writing sense doesn't sit well for me. Even still, they have a fun dynamic and the support they show each other (even while separated by plot) is very much welcome.

A non-romantic relationship that I love: Aight, no complaints with this one YUYA | GONGENZAKA (sorry, don't remember the shipping name). What a fun dynamic the two have together, it's more than clear that they're besties and Gongenzaka's had a huge hand in supporting Yuya as well. There isn't much depth, but it's wholesome and solid the whole way through. I also really like the concept of two best friends having totally opposite Dueling styles, and in some way or another, approaching and learning more about each other's style (though Yuya learning the Heavystrong style was entirely out of my mind, and perhaps someone else's in a fanfic. The opposite happened though.)

The NOTP: Once again, no strong opinions on that one. If I find it weird enough, I'm simply not going to bother with it. I don't really have one that sticks out to me.

An idea for a fanfiction I would like to write/read about them: If I ever get the willpower and knowledge to properly write such a concept, a Spirit World fic when Yuya and Gongenzaka end up being Superheavy Samurai Prodigy Wakaushi and Brave Masurawo respectively would be great. Already shared an idea, IIRC, of these two things being statues that the Superheavies built in honor of their Master and his best friend.

Something that makes me think of them:

You weirdos.

More specifically, the people in the ARC-V fandom. Whenever I see all these super excited posts about the world and characters that the show offered, I can't help but feel your love for Yuya. Like... It seems everyone loves Yuya in this fandom and I can't help but feel like a bit of an outcast sometimes, considering how conflicted I am on him. I don't want to deny you of any fun. I know you're having the time of your lives with a show that gave me headaches, and while I still get shivers from time to time regarding my own experience... Thanks to you, I learned to bear it and make something positive out of it all. Perhaps not letting anyone hinder you, and encouraging yourself to make your own mark and make people happy, is what makes me think of Yuya, so you guys are a part of that.

I know I've mostly shifted to Radiant Dawn these days (Micaiah has claimed my mind with all her woes, and Tibarn with his Stone Cold entrances, and I just want to understand it all), but thanks for making me having a wonderful time here.

#yugioh arc v #arc v #yuya sakaki #yugioh yuya

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lisbetadair · 1 year

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OK ALRIGHT ITS TIME FOR THE BIG QUESTION

What Ghost (face claim) do you prefer to imagine when reading any fanfic or content about him?

Would you say he's an attractive, strapping man with a clean shave and runs a goth coffee gig in Hereford or some guy with shaggy ginger hair who is also the love interest of Johnny Whipped MacTavish? Or the guy who's a little shit, has cheap tastes, tried to mess with a woman and got his ass kicked in return who I can only imagine speaking to his family in mancunian because it Somehow Fits him? Ily Samuel roukin but like. Ginger ghost. I need some ideas for ginger Riley

It varies from:

Alan Tudyk, here as Mr Priest from Netflix's Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency. Admittedly, not particularly ginger in this one, but I feel this is very close to MW2 2022 Ghost's colouring.

The classic Ken Bek, for when I think you want a more hipster Ghost.

Cricketer Ben Compton, just as a spare one for when I want weirdo loner Lieutenant who reads romance novels instead of doing important regimental management stuff and is in love with his sergeant.

Prince Harry, for when I entertain the low-stakes conspiracy theory that Ghost always wears a mask because he's Prince Harry putting on a fake East London accent and wishes to remain anonymous because of unwanted press attention but still wishes to serve in the army.

Mark Donaldson (who gets bonus points for being in the Australian SAS). A reserve Ghost for whenever I read anything in which he's now a middle aged Dad whose daughter, Sgt Mary Sue Riley, is in the 141.

Jensen Button. Another option for the experienced Lieutenant in any stories that require military competency.

RIP to Sam Roukin, but no. That is Jonathon Strange and I am having none of it.

#simon ghost riley

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recurring-polynya · 3 years

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Your thoughts and headcannons on Nemuri Hachigou because I don't think she gets talked about enough, when in reality she's pretty interesting, she's essentially, a blank slate, Mayuri's second chance that I don't think he feels like he deserves. She's Nemu but she isn't and I think people(especially Mayuri) forget that a lot, that's a fascinating position to be in.

Puttin’ this under a cut because I’m gonna say some unkind things about Mayuri and I do not want to cause any distress to the many lovely people on this website who delight in his horrible antics.

This is not so much a headcanon so much as a thing I came up with for fanfiction purposes, but it’s all I got.

Right. So, like I said, I despise Mayuri. I just hate him. I understand that he appeals to some people, but I strongly dislike the dude and go to exorbitant lengths to avoid him ever appearing in my fanfic.

Additionally, I do not vibe with Nemu 7. She registers as not-a-person for me, she’s basically an extension of Mayuri himself. Don’t get me wrong, I find Mayuri’s treatment of her to be vile and I wish someone would take her away from him, but she comes off as very robotic to me. She is conscious, but she is not an independent being, if that makes sense. She is not a real girl. It’s funny that Mayuri keeps talking about how advanced she is, because clearly he means only her cognitive and fighting abilities. In terms of recreating a person, she’s incredibly primitive compared to the other mod souls we see. Take Kon, for example, who has a fairly limited powerset, but is never presented as less of a soul than any of the other characters. An even more interesting example is Ururu and Jinta. Ururu is described as being older than Jinta, and she is clearly “less human” than him-- she has less affect, she shifts into a distinct “attack” mode, etc, which implies that Jinta represents advances in mod soul technology. It’s notable that Urahara and Tessai and even Renji, in the canon scene where he protects the Shouten kids, never treats them as anything less than people. The contrast with the way Mayuri treats Nemu is stark. He likes that her feelings and personality are limited, he sees this as a feature.

I was completely unmoved by the entire chapter where Nemu died. Her sacrifice did not come across to me as anything indicating growth or humanity-- in every battle she's ever been in, she nearly dies because Kurotsuchi tells her to. She simply prioritizes Mayuri over herself. She always has. It’s simply the logical extension of her programming. A lot of people say they would have preferred Nemu to live and Mayuri to die and for sure I would have *preferred* that, but I have never seen Nemu as enough of a character to be worth rooting for. Like, at least Uryuu would have gotten some satisfaction form killing his clown ass, and that might have convinced me for at least half a second that he actually was on the side of the Quincy.

Caveat: if some talented fanficcer wants to write a short novel on Nemu discovering her humanity etc etc, I’m all for it, I’m just saying that canon hasn’t given us anything to suggest she would do more than just shut down without Mayuri to tell her what to do.

Onto Nemuri 8. I can’t believe they let Mayuri have another one. It makes my blood boil. The dude is an on-screen abuser and Kubo had the gall to try to make me feel sorry feel him (I did not) and then gave him another one.

So, I took her away from him.

I mentioned earlier that I go to great lengths to keep Mayuri the hell out of my fanfic, and usually the way I do that is to have my characters go through Akon whenever they have to deal with Squad 12. I think I started doing this because Akon is sort of weirdly familiar with Renji and Rukia in the TYBW, but I have projected all over him and he’s mine now. The way I assume Squad 12 functions, based on my career in scientific programming, is that Mayuri is like a primary investigator-- he's the Big Ideas guy and he spends a lot of time doing wholly self-directed research. He’s the face of Squad 12, so he has to go talk to the Captain-Commander and beg for money and defend blowing things up, but when it comes to science stuff, he does what he wants. Nemu is the lieutenant, and I think she handles most of the usual lieutenanting-- paperwork, meetings, etc., but I think Mayuri takes up a lot of her time by using her as a personal lab assistant on his wacky projects. There's nothing wrong with this, but I think in a lot of squads, the lieutenant is responsible for the day-to-day running of the squad and spends a lot of time dealing with their subordinates and other lieutenants. Nemu, instead, focuses on her captain. Now, the rest of the Gotei counts on Squad 12 for a lot actually-- gigai, Hollow tracking, Dangai monitoring, etc. etc. From the point of view of most science people, this stuff is mundane-- it’s all application, not development, and all the difficulty is in the twitchy little details. It’s frustrating and it’s unrewarding and you never get credit for it, and it is vitally important. There is a certain kind of science professional that makes a career out of this. They usually have master's degrees instead of PhDs, and they are usually tragically underpaid and underappreciated for what they do. In the real world, without these people, you wouldn’t have mass vaccination sites or weather data on your phone or cute li’l robots landing on other planets. In Bleach, these are the people keeping soul reapers alive in the field. And in my mind, this is Akon’s department.

So here’s the headcanon:

After Nemu’s death, Mayuri has so much sad clown pain about it that he wants another robot child poste-haste, but can’t bring himself to do the actual work, so he shoves it off onto Akon, with a list of the design specs he wants. The last one was pretty good, Akon can handle a few minor upgrades, it doesn’t need his personal hand in it. Thinking about going through all that work again just pisses him off, honestly. What a waste!

And Akon's like, yeah, cool, fine. It was heavily implied that he did a lot of the work on Nemu 7, it's just a matter of digging out his old notes and cleaning out some vats.

Except that, right around the same time, Rukia and Renji decide to have a baby.

Babies are super rare in the Gotei, and it’s not like those stuffy nobles are gonna let Akon look at their precious offspring. But Rukia is a rank weirdo, and Akon is their pal, so she’s always like “I hear they have these things in the Living World where you can pee on a stick and tell if you’re pregnant, can you make me one?” and Akon’s brain goes, “Wow, what even is the first detectable sign of a newly formed soul, this is very interesting.” So, at the same time he’s trying to grow a new and improved Nemu, he’s got access to the developing fetus of two captain-class shinigami. So when he has to pick between eight good candidate embryos to move to the next vat, he picks… not the one with the strongest reiatsu signature, like they did last time, but the one whose reiatsu looks the most like a real baby.

Akon reminds me of a lot of programmers I know, so I always sort of headcanon him as particularly interested in whatever passes for programming in Squad 12, and I think he takes special interest in revamping Nemu’s artificial intelligence system, which is primarily based on taking in information about the world and building up a realistic personality based on people she observes. In particular, it gives extra weight to “people who resemble her”. Nemu 7 was raised by Squad 12, so she came up very Squad 12, just like Mayuri wanted. Unfortunately, toddler Hachigou Nemuri’s algorithm unexpectedly decides that she has much more in common with toddler Abarai Ichika than any of the adult soul reapers around her.

Nemuri 8 is a very successful sample in terms of power and intelligence but she’s also very boisterous, and the rest of Squad 12 is like “Akon do something” so Akon takes drastic measures: he asks Renji for parenting advice. Distressingly, Renji is full of useful ideas like “tire her out” and “only fight the important battles” and “we’re signed up for baby yoga, you wanna start comin’ to baby yoga? Your back is gonna thank you.”

Akon didn't mean to let them hang out so much, but Ichika is a very useful data point and also if he takes Nemuri over to the Abarai house, the girls will entertain themselves (i.e. chew on each other) long enough for him to have a beer with Renji and Rukia and honestly my man really needs that beer.

I don’t think Akon thinks of himself as Nemu’s dad past the first time when she calls him ‘Daddy’ and he corrects her (she only did it because that’s what Ichika calls Renji, very predictable quirk of her programming). She’s just a work project. She’s not even his project, she’s Mayuri’s project, he’s just handling the little details. Fathering just happens to be an adjacent field of study that he’s found to contain a number of very useful best practices.

I would prefer not to get into the detail of the physical abuse that Mayuri uses against Nemu 7, but I would like to think that Akon finds ways to protect Nemuri 8 from the same, or barring that, maybe this is what finally drives Akon to murder Kurotsuchi and become Squad 12 captain himself.

Other Nemuri Headcanons:

Her favorite book is Rejection of the Twin Fishes!, Captain Ukitake’s posthumously published children’s book.

She prefers to be called “Nemuri” over “Nemu.”

Nemuri’s second favorite person in Squad 12 after Akon is Rin, because he always has candy. Rin actually likes having someone to share his hobby with and helps her make a World of the Living Snack Bucket List. When other shinigami come in for gigai, Nemuri constantly tries to con them into bringing something back for her.

Rukia teaches her to cuss, but tells her never to do it around Akon. Nemuri never actually cusses around anyone, but really enjoys having Forbidden Knowledge.

Speaking of Forbidden, she is mildly obsessed with Urahara, even though she’s never met him. She’s constantly on the lookout for thumbprints of his work in modern Squad 12 technology.

The one thing she does have in common with Mayuri is an absolutely batshit personal aesthetic. She starts painting her face as a tween and is somewhat inconveniently both into piercings and inflatable outfits.

The true proof that she has surpassed her predecessor, at least in terms of humanity, is that she is able to learn the name of her zanpakutou.

Oh, if you want to read any of my fanfics with Nemuri, here's one where she and Ichika play football and here's one where she tries to con Byakuya into buying her shaved ice. I really like writing Nemuri hanging out with Byakuya because I think an adult man who navigates social settings via rigid system of etiquette and class hierarchy and a small child with a pile of Markov chains for a brain would be natural friends.

#nemuri hachigou

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bebopwhore · 3 years

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Ballad of The Nightmare: Spike Spiegel x Reader

A/N: hello! This is my first fanfic I’ve ever written or posted and I am so scared! I’m a Spike whore which is why I made this blog. There aren’t enough Spike fanfics/imagines anywhere and it kills me! Shoutout to @ificouldhelpyouforget for having the best Spike writing! If there are any other great ones I’m probably missing please send them my way. Anyway I hope people read and like this, requests are very much welcome:) would love to hear some feedback. I have a part 2 coming if people actually enjoy this!

ps There’s an episode reference and I’m aware Faye wasnt actually in the scene I talk about but it’s just for spice✨

Summary: You’re a part of the bebop crew and after seeing Spike fall from the cathedral window while fighting Vicious, you have a nightmare about the whole ordeal ending way worse than it did and go check on his injured self.

Warnings: a bit of violence, non detailed but mention of wounds, angsty, fluffy, a little language

Vicious was running, running straight toward me with fire in his eyes. He was an animal and there was no stopping him, he was so close to grabbing my black coat trailing behind me. Arms suddenly shove me away from him and I tumble down to the ground. It was an armed green haired figure in his long brown coat. A quick scream came out of my mouth as soon as I realized what he was doing and my voice felt gone. “SPIKE NO” I managed to let out but it was too late, his gun was flung away from him. Vicious had him pinned to the ground ready to shred him to bits with his Katana. I was shooting and shooting from the ground but nothing could stop vicious. His whole body was bulletproof in that moment. In midst of his struggle Spike slowly turned his head to look at me, the katana was against his chest about to go against our wishes. “I love you” he mouthed and I had started sobbing uncontrollably screaming his name for the last time.

Feeling like she was being watched y/n’s body shot up, waking almost immediately as soon as the katana started to cut into the chest of her green haired angel. Burying her head into her hands and knees, her head continued to throb the headache from just a few hours earlier. Images of Spike’s bandaged body from his fall at the cathedral just the night before kept flashing in her mind.

She was very bitter at Faye for leaving him by himself and wouldn’t stop yelling at her once they got on the bebop with Spike and his broken bones. Every time Spike was seriously hurt he would try not to dump his whole weight on to y/n’s side but this round he did. He was nearly lifeless and it scared the shit out of her .

Shivering, she sighed a defeated puff out of her mouth. “stupid good for nothing bitch” she breathed out. She loved Faye like a sister but hated the choices that girl would make sometimes.

I sat up slowly and got out of bed. In just my night tank and shorts I threw on a light jacket and quietly stepped out of my room, closing my door slowly and being mindful of Spike resting on the big yellow couch just a few feet away. I really needed pain relievers but I also really needed to check on him. My heart ached no matter how many times ive seen him in this condition. I worried for him all the time and this nightmare didn’t help. Heading straight to the kitchen first, making sure I made zero noise I took a Tylenol and gulped it down with water and hurried to go be with my sleeping beauty

With the intention of feeding Spike if he woke up I had an orange and a water bottle in hand. I crept slowly out of the kitchen in the dark with nothing but Ed’s monitors being my only source of light. I turn the corner and there he was, bandaged like a mummy, multiple cuts on his cheek. He was snoring very lightly with his lips parted. He looked like an Angel who just fell from the sky. I frowned and sat on the coffee table barely a few inches across from him and stared. Stared into his closed eyes, begging for them to lift up. He was in a deep sleep. I took in the rest of his body and fought so hard not to touch it. I loved seeing his bare chest and collarbones any time I could, even if they were covered in gauze. At the end of his hour long workouts I always made sure I was in the living room so I could see his bare torso and pulsing veins when he headed toward the shower. Hopefully he hadn’t caught on to that. He’d always smile when he’d see me and give me the usual “take a picture itll last longer” comment. He was a flirt and so was I but we never really touched each other. Only when it came to saving the other’s ass.

I recall the time we were in Ganymede and there was a shootout in a restaurant involving this cult rat group of siblings. Jet, Faye, Spike and I were having dinner and spying on our next hit. Out of nowhere bullets started flying everywhere and the four of us booked it under the table. As soon as I got under, Spike pulled my arm into him very quickly and held me to his chest, wrapping his arms around my head to protect it. Soon his whole body consumed me. That was the first time I’ve ever felt so safe in my life. But why didn’t he hold Faye instead? Or at least the both of us? She’s a woman too? I kept thinking afterward. I didn’t ask him in fear of the moment being ruined but you can count on Faye to say what everyone’s thinking. Spike ignored her and Faye ignored the both of us the rest of that day.

I didn’t realize I was smirking til my attention was brought back to Spike’s injuries. Blood was seeping through the bandages of his left arm, I gently grazed his wrist and opened his arm up to rest on my thighs. Carefully grabbing the emergency kit left next to me I began to wrap it up some more as it wasn’t time yet to change the bandages completely. Being very gentle I studied his face for movement, but nothing. I loved tending to him, all I wanted to do was take care of him. I softly place his arm back where it was and a breath of relief washed over me for not waking him. He’d probably think I was a weirdo if he found me here right in front of him rustling my fingertips gently through his hair. Although he did like it when I would do that whenever he’d fall asleep in random places on the Bebop and I had to wake him up to go to bed. I giggled softly at the memories and missed his voice and soft demeanor towards me.

“I miss you” I whispered, my finger tips still playing with his dark curls

I noticed my legs trembling out of lack of sleep. I shamelessly really wanted a smoke. Hesitant to leave him and without even thinking I kissed his forehead and snuck into his room and stole one cigarette. His scent consumed me the second I stepped in and I wanted nothing more than to stay in there.

I walked out and promised myself as soon as morning came i’ll fly out to Mars and get him a few more packs. I never owned any which is the funny part, Spike would always just give me his when he’d know I needed one.

I walked into the dark control center and peered out into the universe and lit the cancerous thing. I turned away from the windows and lounged on top of Jet’s shogi table. Feeling my back giving out, I laid down grimacing at the slight soreness my back pleaded. Feeling an empty void in my chest I mentally begged for Spike’s precense there with me. My eyes started to water.My biggest fear was him ending up dead before I told him how I felt about him.

I sat up as the tears started streaming faster and dabbed them away with my sleeve and I proceeded to consume myself in nicotine once again. I looked to my right and peered at Spike’s punching bag. Wanting nothing more than to be sitting here watching him release his anger on it when he would do so.

A knock came from the doorway

Oh shit

#cowboy bebop #spike spiegel #anime #gif #fanfic #fan fiction #spike spiegel imagine #cowboy bebop fan fiction #fluff #angst #angsty

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randompersonnumber3 · 4 years

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Looking Awesome, Feeling Helpless

More Huskerdust flavored fanfic because I can’t stop myself. This is mostly just Angel and his thoughts during what we see in the Addict music video, with our favorite spider also having the kitty’s absence on his mind because I can’t help myself.

If they didn’t want me to obsess over these things they wouldn’t have put it in the Instagram is all I’m saying.

TW: Non-content sexual abuse. Nothing that isn’t in the ADDICT music video

Angel sipped the free coffee he got from some weirdo backstage as he peaked out from behind the curtains at the audience that filled the strip club. It was a full house but that wasn’t a surprise. Everyone wanted a piece of him. He scanned for any familiar faces. Ugh. Travis was there, the miserable pathetic sack of shit he was. Val was sitting at his key spot, the two broads he always had with him hanging on his arms.

He didn’t see Husk anywhere. Why did that bother him so much? It wasn’t like they were close, but he had personally given the kitty a ticket and he just blew him off. Husky probably didn’t realize how much it meant to Angel for him to show up to this. It’s not like he told anyone. Not even his bestie Cherri. Okay, he may have told Fat Nugget but his precious baby wasn’t going to blab momma’s secret like that.

He pulled back to finish getting ready. He didn’t really want to put on this show but it’s what Val wanted because apparently the asshole wasn’t already swimming in enough dough. Fucking jackass.He set down the drink and stared at the mirror to get himself into the right head space. Just had to get through this and please Val. Okay… okay….

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The show had gone well. Angel had raked in the tips like always, and no one even got on him when he kicked Travis in the face. He definitely needed that bit of stress relief during the show.

He finished his cigarette and tossed the butt on to the street as Val walked with his bitches. “Good show, Angelcakes” one of Val’s hands moved to Angel’s ass. It made his skin crawl. He wanted to shrink away and curl up with Fat Nuggets, hidden and away from all of this.

Instead he forced a smile, “Did you expect anything else from me?” He eyed the street, not sure if the limo coming sooner would be good. “Didn’t see Vox there. Making sure I don’t steal your boyfriend?”

Valentino grabbed his jaw roughly, “How many times do I have to tell you Angel baby, lose the attitude.” He hissed, red smoke surrounding Angel. Angel made a slight noise of pain but before Val could do more the limo pulled up to the street.

He got in and Val sat next to him, the moth demon wrapping one of his arms around the spider. Angel hated the limo. Not all limos, Charlie’s limo had the cool window switch which made it a step up above Val’s limo, even without the liquor. He just hated THIS limo. It made him feel trapped and unable to escape.

Thankfully Val was busy counting his money, giving Angel some time to not focus on being Val’s well behaved bitch. He watched the streets as they drove by, and for whatever reason his mind kept going how he wished Husk had been there.

Why though? He doubted the cranky old man could keep him safe from Val. Val was an overlord of Hell and Husk was just a cute kitty. Though with Husk’s temper he could still see him trying to defend Angel… if he caught him at a good moment. Angel had a small smile at the thought and allowed himself a brief fantasy of Husky taking down Val. It wasn’t something that could realistically happen, but it was fun to imagine.

His brief moment of escape was ruined as Valentino pulled him onto his lap. Angels heart pounded in his chest. He knew what was coming, and he didn’t want this. Valentino went to kiss him and Angel pulled away. He wanted out of this trap. But this spider was somehow caught in a web made by a giant moth demon. Valentino forced him into the kiss and would force him into everything that would follow suit…

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At last he was home. He slammed the door to the hotel and walked through the lobby. Husk was at his bar, asleep in his own drool with an empty bottle still in his claws. So that’s what happened. Kitty had too much to drink and passed out. He felt a mix of emotions about it. He was happy that Husk hadn’t intentionally ducked out on him, but it wasn’t a good enough reason to negate the hurt. Angel lit a cigarette as Husk’s snores started to fade. The spider demon quickly left the lobby to get to his room. He didn’t want to talk to him.

Angel stopped as he reached the second floor and leaned on the railing to stare out. Fuck, he needed some good drugs right about now. But no, he needed to avoid “problematic” shit if he was going to stay here without Vaggie threatening to kill him again and sending him to double Hell. It was idle threats but he wasn’t in the mood for that shit. He watched Husk from above the groggy old man went to clean up his drool and Angel began to sing to himself, “I’m addicted… to the sorrow… when the buzz ends by tomorrow…”

“Angel?” A hand reached out to touch his shoulder causing Angel to jump. For a split second he was irrationally terrified it was Val wanting to take more from him. But no, it was just Ms. Perky Charlie. Judging by her face she hadn’t expected that reaction but Angel wasn’t in the mood to care. He flipped her the bird, heart still pounding in his chest. He didn’t want to talk to her either. She would just say some inspirational bullshit about having faith and blah blah blah. He just couldn’t handle that naive optimism right now.

He finished his trek to his room. Fat Nuggets came to greet him and he picked his little hell boar up. Charlie’s unintentional startling off him still had him on edge and memories of what Val liked to do whenever he had a chance was still haunting his brain. He couldn’t even admire himself in the mirror without thinking about it. He tossed the unfinished cigarette into an ashtray and laid down on his lonely bed.

His mind kept on going back to Husk as he tried to avoid thinking about Val. He had to remind himself that Kitty wasn’t trying to hurt him. Besides, it's not like Angel was known for… these feelings. He was a porn star sex worker in Hell. He flirted with fucking every guy he came across. Husk might not even be into guys, anyways. But… even if Husk sincerely rejected him, he would rather be here in this hotel with him and his unrequited feelings than back at the Studio with the assholes who ran it. “Maybe things won’t be so terrible inside this hotel.” He told Fat Nuggets and himself. Fat Nuggets seemed to agree and gave him a kiss on his cheek, and for the first time that night, Angel gave a genuine smile.

#hazbin hotel addict #angel hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #angel dust #huskerdust #angelhusk #hazbin hotel fanfic #fanfic #oh god how did I write so much of this

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Daisy’s Family Headcanons

Whelp a few days ago I had the mixed bag of watching “Daisy’s Diary”. It’s the short that inspired Daisy’s wonderful Ducktales 2017 design, and had some cute donald and daisy stuff... for the first half, the second I could barely watch as his vision of married life was “I go to work all day then come home to a nagging wife who makes me do everything. I also get upset because she’s a human being who has to put effort into looking like she does. “ It really killed the momentum. esepcially since i’ts one of the few really romantic shorts with the two I could find, again only for the first half. But while I came in expecting a terrible second half and breezed and skipped through it as mucha s I could, I did find something I didn’t REMOTELY expect. Daisy has a family. And I don’t mean her nieces and unnamed sister, I mean three brothers (subbing in for HDL, using basically the same design), and more suprisingly a mother and dad.

Now granted i’m sure mickey and donald characters have HAD parents before, but it’s still rare. Mostly it’s nieces and nephews, with goofy being one of the few dads I can think of in disney canon. But no here, while it’s for a short that’s about marriage and thus necessictating “meeting the parents” it’s still.. suprising. Before watching the short i’d pegged daisy and her sister as orphans like donald.. but now I wanted to flesh these characters out. SO here we are. Daisy’s Mom: Janiss Duck (Named after her voice actress, Vivi Janiss)

Janiss lived a hard life: She’s had to use a hearing aid since a young age (updated from the short giving her an old fashioned listening horn thing for a quick, terribly aged gag), and is deaf without it. Not only that but she worked hard for her education degree, and due to her parents refusing to put her through school, had to do so herself. It was working at her college that she met a fellow student and her future husband, Franklin Duck. The two married after graduation, and have been happy since, though being more of a realist than her husband she’s often frustrated with his flighty ways, but loves him all the same. Despite a rough life, and being a stern parent when her twin daughters were born, she still loves her children dearly and dotes on them and fusses over them. She’s also supportive of her daughter’s dream: While she wasn’t sure at first, she eventually came around, seeing in her daughter the same drive she had at her age, and has been valuable emotional support as her adult daughter has tried her best to climb up in the fashion world and had to work for a lot of people who treated her like dirt, something Janiss knows all too well. Even being fully aware of this Janiss has still had to resist hte urge to sock Glamour in the face for her treatment of her daughter. Janiss hard work has paid off however as she is currently headmistress at Daphne Gander Elementary, Duckberg’s finest private school, bought by gladstone’s mother at some point in the past and renamed from a name I do not have. She has won an award from the Elvira Coot Women’s Association and won the “Greater Callisota Educator of the Year” award three times, and the duckberg principal of the year award 5 times in a row. Franklin Duck (Named not after any famous duck people but Franklin Sherman from the animated show “The Critic)

Franklin is a bit of a lunatic, a bit of a weirdo.. but he’s also warm, kind and a loving husband and father. He had a lifelong love of photography, adventure and taking the most of life and easily swept his future wife off her feet with his energy and kidness. And thanks to his wife’s far steadier career, Franklin’s been able to persue whatever gigs he pleased, while still bringing home a decent amount of money for his growing family. His “do it whenever the mood strikes me” style to his career DID however mean he was often home for his kids and more than happy to do the housework and other chores. The result was a chaotic but loving house and that attidue persits. And while he can drop in for some lunacy with his daughters, they do appricate him carring..e ven if they wished he’d call instead of randomly showing up in the bathtub. Al, Carl, and Keno (Named for Al Talifino, Keno Don Rosa and Carl Barks)

Daisy’s little brothers. I do see them aged up to their late teens due to being kids in this short with Daisy, as well as being inspried by @moonstoneflowers aging up of the nieces, but wanting to keep them the boys age. Plus it made no real sense to have daisy have TWO groups of 10-11 kids, nor did the age make sense with how old daisy’s parents would be int he reboot. So their teens. Al is laid back, to the point of letharigc but highly creative.. he’s also high a lot of the time, but makes a point to never do it when the girls or, now that daisy’s seeing donald, boys will be around. Carl is more of the sporting type, already having a track scholarship and does fencing in his spare time. Despite this he’s a nice inclusive fellow. he also came out several years ago to his family’s unanmous acceptance. Keno is a bit of a stickler, and can go on for hours and hours about how much he hates superheroes and other certain things that set him off, but is also a masterful artist, and a dedicated son, taking good care of both parents when he can. Donna Duck:

I decided after reading the aformentioned moonstone’s fanfic to go with the old tried and true , Rosa approved theroy of donna being daisy’s sister. Donna wasn’t as driven as her sister at first, loving to party, have fun and generally not worry about the future.. till she ended up pregnant with a father who had no intrest in his incoming daughters and only agreed to help support them because Janis railed him out, but had no intrest in actually raising or ever knowing them. Donna however ended up thriving under the pressure, quickly getting a job at a local party planning buisness for upstart buisness woman Brigitta Macbridge. In time her job and the buisness florished and when her boss moved on to start up other ventures, donna was givne the full reigns and with her families help was able to, and stil lis able to juggle it with 3 daughters. Who I will get to at some point, but feel I must have time to think of hence April, may and june being absent for now, as I feel they should be as fleshed out as the boys. For now this is where I leave things. I hope you enjoyed this.. either way it was nice to get it all out there.

#Donald DUck #Daisy Duck #Donna Duck #Daisy's diary #ducktales 2017 #ducktales #headcannons #disney

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potaetaezz · 5 years

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pairing: Nct Dream x Reader [female]

genre/au: fluff | teeny bit of angst (to come) | enemies to lovers | Everyone is just a clueless bunch of weirdos, you get the drill… or so you thought.

warnings: slight swearing, immature content, tooth-rotting fluff

A/N: its’s my first fanfic so no judgment lol | Jaemin is getting friskyyy | Longer Chp | here we go~

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You tried to sleep that night, but your heart failed you. Your thoughts failed you. Your mind replayed his words over and over again, replayed his text message. You were confused, your heart was confused. You didn’t know what to say, what to feel. You couldn’t even decipher your own emotions, let alone Haechan’s words. Your mind was exhausted. You checked the time on your phone.

[4:19am]

You rolled back over onto your shoulder. Your mind remembered Jeno’s words, his soft voice, his “Goodnight.” But your heart remembered Jaemin’s hand resting on your waist. The warmth of his breath on your neck. The ache in your stomach spread. Your mind weighed heavy with ‘what if’s’. Nostalgia ran through your veins. But you were unsure of what it was you longed for.

“Y/n, y/n wake up!”

You groaned whilst wiping the sleep from your eyes. There he was, in front of you, the person you needed to see the most. With a cup of coffee in hand, as usual.

“Y/n get up, we have to go to school??” Renjun said, handing you the cup of coffee.

“I’m not going.”

He eyed you up carefully. “Why?”

“I got a solid 2 hours of sleep last night. I don’t have the energy to study a stupid book let alone deal with people right now, okay!?” You never were quite the morning person.

“Okay okay…” He said, biting his lip to hide a smirk. He loved when you got mad. God knows why.

He promised to give you the homework, and let you keep the coffee. His goodbye was filled with jealousy as you snuggled back into your sheets. You closed your eyes, wrapped in comfort, hoping to catch up on missing sleep.

You woke up half an hour later to a buzz from your phone.

- - -

renjunnn872 : You better pay me back for the coffee. [8:52]

- - -

A sense of disappointed settled in the lining of your heart.

You rolled back over, hugging your pillow.

-brrr brrr-

‘What the fuck Renjun!

You looked at your phone, but this time it wasn’t from Renjun.

- - -

My Saviour <3 : Hey y/n, are you sick?? [8:54]

You almost forgot who it was. Until your heart reminded you. Jeno

imaginey/n : Yeah I don’t really feel well. [8:55]

My Saviour <3: Ah okay… hope you feel better soon!! [8:59]

- - -

‘Why is he texting me?’ you wondered, ’Why does he care??’

You wish you could say you spent the day productively, but of course, you didn’t.

You read most of the book Jeno gave you the other day, underlining your favourite parts. You sat on the sofa, talking to Ten for a while before he left. And you spent a lot of time, wasted a lot of time, thinking about people’s words, their words that held weight, that hid inclinations in every letter, every pause, every breath.

Until you decided enough. [1:52pm]

The more you stayed inside, the longer your thoughts would torment you. You threw on one of Ten’s hoodies, a pair of leggings and left your hair in the same abstract shape it was in last night. You didn’t even bother to greet the mirror on your way out. You didn’t know where you were going, but anywhere was better than being alone with your thoughts. You opened the door, and turned around the corner when-

When you walked right into someones back.

You jumped backward, eyes wide, cheeks embarrassed. Until you saw his face plastered with the same bewilderedness as yours.

“Jeno??” you screeched, almost speechless. You really wished you checked the mirror before you left.

“Y/n…” He replied, voice up an octave, “I- uhh I wasn’t expecting you.” His cheeks flushed.

“Clearly.” You tried to laugh off the awkwardness.

Your eyes found their way to the small rectangular object he was holding dearly. He must’ve noticed you looking when you held it out to you.

“It was lunchtime and you said you were sick so I thought I’d bring this to you to cheer you up.” He swallowed.

It was a book, swathed in dark green, no title.

“It’s old.” He added, “But it’s full of clever and amusing quotes. It made me think of you.”

“I love it.” You looked up to him, a smile spread across your face. Heart heavy but fluttering. “Thank you.”

He too was smiling, but his eyes were locked to the floor, hands fidgeting shyly.

You invited him in, but lunchtime was ending soon. He asked countless times if you were feeling okay before you insisted he leave, so as to not miss class. He waved goodbye, a glow emitting from his smile. You said goodbye as well, not that you wanted to. As soon as he came, he was gone again, leaving you with a book instead of his presence.

You held it close, as you stumbled back into the apartment, smiling like a fool. You sat on your bed, as you opened up the first page. He had scribbled a small note in the bottom right-hand corner.

‘To my new and cherished friend, I hope you feel better whilst reading this.’ - Jeno 12/10/19

A small heart was also sketched in beside it.

You skimmed through the pages, noticing underlined sentences and tiny notes. Your heart flared, swelled, melted. It was the most precious gift you’ve ever received, partly because it was so thoughtful, and partly because it was Jeno who gave it.

You rested your head on the pillow, mind eased, heart relaxed. A yawn reminded you of your lost sleep. You slipped in under the soft duvet. Your eyes heavy, breath slow, as you finally drifted off into the abyss that was sleep.

———

You jumped out of bed, noticing the sky was inked with navy and grey. You checked your phone.

[7:28pm] - 7 messages, 3 missed calls.

‘What on earth?’

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nanajaeminn : why aren’t you in school? [2:36]

nanajaeminn : you sick? [2:44]

nanajaeminn : heyy I’m here [6:58]

nanajaeminn : y/n I’m outside?? [7:03]

nanajaeminn : hello… [7:09]

nanajaeminn : where the hell are you ???? [7:14]

nanajaeminn : Y/N !! [7:22]

- - -

You were speechless, as you stared at the amount of messages on your phone. You thought he hadn’t even noticed you were missing, but he did. He noticed. You hated that, but you hated the fact that you were grinning more.

You pulled your hair out of the abstract mess it was in and put your shoes on. You hadn’t the slightest clue where he could be, but the ache in your stomach told you to run and to hurry. You didn’t want to leave him waiting, you didn’t want him disappointed. You dashed out the door and down the stairs, nearly slipping halfway.

Your heart raced with anticipation as you burst out the front door into the cold air. It was then you realised you were wearing the same clothes as earlier minus Ten’s jumper. The crisp air embraced you, as goosebumps rose in response. Your eyes wandered around outside, but no one was there. Your heart sagged, the ache grew. You wanted to see him.

You walked a little bit further, eyes searching in the almost darkness, but, the road was empty. There wasn’t a soul in sight.

- - -

imaginey/n : Where are you? [7:43]

- - -

You stared at the open road, for he might just appear. Maybe. Hopefully.

Until you felt familiar arms slip around your waist, a heavy head rest in the curve of your neck. A hot breath warming your blood. This situation, this feeling was awfully too familiar. Your breath hitched. You stiffened. You could feel his torso rise against your back with deep breaths. Words hidden in every second spent silent. His strong arms, protective arms, holding so tight you thought he’d never let go. Hoped. Maybe it was the cold, the darkness or the lack of sleep, but something in you wanted to turn around and bury yourself in his warmth, sink in to his comfort. The world almost melted away, until his hoarse voice bit your ear.

“You came.”

He pulled away. You missed his warmth as the cold welcomed you once again.

“Where’s your jacket?” He asked, eyes avoiding yours.

“I forgot it upstairs, give me a sec I’ll run up an—”

You turned to the front door when his hand grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t leave me waiting again.” His voice gentle, but his eyes told you he was serious.

You raced up as fast as you could, partly because of his request, and partly because you were worried he’d leave.

You threw on the nearest jumper to you and within 5 seconds you were back downstairs, facing him and allure.

“Nice jumper.” He laughed, and it was that moment you could smell it. Amber and musk. You looked down, and it was true. To your dismay, it was Jaemin’s jumper that rested on your shoulders, that trapped you in an embrace. “Miss me that much?”

“Oh shut up.” You rolled your eyes, “says the one that left me like 10 messages.”

“7 actually.”

You both left out a laugh, as his eyes gazed up into yours. Soon moving down, snagging on your lips. Want lurking in the depths of him.

“What do you want anyway?” you added.

“Let’s go.” He smiled that smile. That smile that made you realise you did actually miss it. For who wouldn’t.

You followed him closely in the dark. Followed him without question, like a child who knew nothing better. You trusted him, you see, you always had, not that you realised. There was a sense of comfort that Jaemin provided that gave you a false sense of security, a false sense of trust. God knows if he was being truthful or not, but the more time you spent with him, the less you cared. Haechan’s warning rung in your ears. You just looked the other way. In Jaemin’s direction.

You had been walking for quite some time when you finally asked: “How much longer?”

He laughed distantly, although you could still hear the sincerity in it.

“Almost there.”

He began to hum quietly, a familiar song that reminded you of his familiar arms. You forgot about the ache that rested in your stomach, or maybe it disappeared. You didn’t know. Your eyes focused on the road until, after some time, Jaemin piped up again.

“We’re here!” He enthused.

You looked up, excited. Only to realise you were back at his house. Memories overwhelmed you. Cheeks warm. Nonetheless, you followed him up the steps, through his carved door, stopping in the center of his ostentatious hall.

“What am I doing here?” Your voice astute, cold. Sharp.

He kept walking, sparing you a backward glance. You watched his tall figure climb up the stairs, coming to a halt once reached the landing. His eyes pierced through you. But his voice warm, soft. “I won’t wait forever y/n.”

You did as you were told. Your body closing the gap between you, on instinct. You followed him up the stairs. He waited for you in front of the door. A majestic door, staring at him, reflecting his arrogance.

“This is why we’re at my house.”

His hand grasped the doorknob, turning it slightly. A gust of cold air met your face. The room inside was dark, you could almost smell the mold growing inside, the mold of rotting memories. He flicked on the switch, to awaken an immaculate, elegant collection of books. Multiple bookshelves with their inky treasures that adorned the room.

A chandelier hanging from the ceiling, two cream and ivy armchairs and a desk, cherished with embellishments of nostalgia. That was all that accompanied the books. The stories. The armchairs faced the large window, faced reality instead of the magnitude of imagination clinging to the bookshelves.

Your eyes couldn’t take it all in. It was perfect, beautiful. All that you’ve ever imagined.

“It was my father's study.” Jaemin’s whisper barely escaped his closing throat. His father, who abandoned him. “I haven’t been in here since he left.”

Your heart begged to give him a hug, to envelope your arms around his hurting, frail figure. His face cold, reserved, detached.

“Thank you.” You knew those two, simple words couldn’t express your gratitude, but it was the only thing that you could summon from your agape mouth. It was in that moment that you saw a flash of hurt on his face, that he showed a fraction of his bruised, aching heart. It was in that moment his suffering got the better of him, his throbbing heart begged for comfort, for sympathy, for help, silently. You knew pain all too well. You also knew his pride would never let him show it. So it was in that moment that your hand sought his.

He straightened himself, retracted his hand, buried his pain.

“Go on,” he forced a laugh, “I brought you here so you could read.”

You left his side and went to inspect the multitude of books resting in the protection of the bookshelf. Your fingers ran across their backs, your eyes scanned their titles, until one caught your eye. You pulled it from its comfort, to bear its weight, its words in your hand.

Jaemin went to sit in one of the chairs, his body sinking in their sympathy, their solace. You followed suit, plopping yourself down on the chair adjacent. The stars shined down on your both, his eyes lurid in reflection.

You opened the book, sweet smell of vanilla flowers and almonds welcoming you. You found yourself lost in its words, in its advice. It was nice, sitting in silence, reading while Jaemin contemplated the stars. You never would’ve guessed that your time with him would be so- so pleasant, enjoyable even. You didn’t like to admit it, but it was true.

It was as if you didn’t need to talk in order to be comfortable. You both finally had something in common (other than your stubbornness and competitiveness) - a love of silence. After what seemed like minutes, you looked over to see Jaemin, sleeping. He never was fond of reading. You looked up to the clock- [10:48pm]

‘Shit.’ you muttered.

You lifted yourself from the chair, as quietly as you could and made your way to the door. Hesitantly, you stopped, to look at Jaemin’s face once more, to admire it. You saw a different side of him that night, in the silence. That smug expression absent, no smirk to be seen. You saw the real side of him. A hurting side with an aching heart, a quiet side.

He looked beautiful, basking in the moonlight. His sharp jawline, his disheveled hair, his tempting lips. You studied him, observed him, like a piece of art.

“Am I really that handsome?” He laughed, arrogance, narcissism intertwined with his smile. You should’ve known he was awake. His captivating eyes were making you delusional. The darkness was making you forget.

“Thank you.” He added, almost a whisper. Reminding you of his vulnerability, or whatever it was that pulled sympathy from your heartstrings.

“For what” Your eyes searched for something in his, honesty, perhaps.

But his eyes moved to the floor. “For being here, right now. I needed it.”

Words escaped your mouth before you even realised. “You don’t always have to pretend you're fine.”

He took a second glance at you, looking as if he’d been accused. “Why wouldn’t I be fine?” He hissed the final word.

“Have you ever talked about your Dad after he left?”

“Why would I?” His voice got louder, trying to drown out the pain, the feeling. “He abandoned us, he doesn’t deserve to be remembered.”

“You’re clearly hurting, and that’s o—”

“Y/n, I’m fine.” He tried to shut it down, to stop your sympathy, for that’s what worked with everyone else. They gave up easily. You didn’t.

“You’re clearly not fine!”

“Why won’t you drop this!” he persisted, pleaded.

“I can’t just sit by and do nothing when you’re clearly suffering!”

“And why is it?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Because I care.”

You didn’t know what overcame you, but something did. You weren’t sure why you cared, but you did. Something in you cared, something in you wanted him to stop hurting, because you knew how that felt. Maybe it was your all too naive empathy that felt his aching before he did. You could see he was the bruises on his heart before he would even care to notice. It was that something that encouraged you to speak the words you used to swallow. You could never fathom what he’s been through, but something in you wanted to learn, to understand, to at least try. You didn’t like it, that something, that feeling, that urge.

Something in his eyes shifted as he stood up out of the chair. Something in your stomach shifted as well, butterflies rising. The darkness caressed his face, sharpening his gaze. He sauntered over to you. You panicked. You tried to rush a ‘goodbye’, attempting to leave. A familiar hand clasped your wrist. He pulled you back and in close, eliminating the gap between you. His other hand found its way to your waist. His twilight eyes taking you in, pulling you, luring you.

You were nearly lost in his ethereal gaze. His face slowly leaned towards yours, just a fraction. You were inches away from each other. You could feel his hot breath on your cheek. Desperate desire scattered in his iris. This situation was all too familiar. Want overwhelmed you as you found yourself almost lifting your chin up. Preparing yourself. But his lips sought for your ear instead.

“You’ll regret this.”

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a/n : Thanks for reading this and for all the support!! Next chapter we’ll finally get to Haechan’s Halloween party. People will show their true colors, and others will let their hearts get the better of them. Can’t wait!

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See you next time -> Saturday 19th xx

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codenamesazanka · 5 years

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I know this is a really vague thing to ask, but do you have any tips for writing Shigaraki? I know Echodrops made a whole meta about fanon Shigaraki vs canon Shigaraki but do you personally have anything in particular you'd want to mention yourself about the portrayal of Shigaraki in fanfics?

(Here’s the link to @echodrops‘s post! It’s really, really good, and helped me figure out Shigaraki a lot in the first place. thank you!)

oooh! Not at all a vague thing, this is a great question. I started all this meta because I wanted to figure out how to write Shigaraki as well. A word of caution tho, because this would be my personal interpretation of Shigaraki, though I’ll try to use as much manga examples as I can. As always, super long post.

Note: images are edited to fit exact quotes to relevant and reasonable sized images, instead of a whole manga page

Here’s some hand man characteristics/traits that I think are overlooked:

Shigaraki Tomura, in his beliefs/values, has a tendency for all-or-nothing thinking, to be extreme in his actions. In all three of his incarnations - the oneshot Tenko, the draft Sazanka, and this current one - a core of the character is 1) finding something flawed/bad/had hurt him somehow 2) completely loathing it 3) vowing to destroy it.

Tenko despised samurai and their warring, and wishes to rid the world of swords. Sazanka is on a quest to kill quirk-users with quirks he deems too dangerous for society. And Shigaraki has decided that the Heroes and justice system is a farce, and is out to destroy it.

Kinda fitting for a guy with his quirk - he either doesn’t destroy something, or destroys it completely. The moment he makes his decision, it’s fast and permanent.

For Shigaraki, murder is murder, destruction is destruction, violence is violence, no matter how you dress it up. That’s why he couldn’t see the difference between him and Stain. That’s why he can’t see that Bakugou, as aggressive and vicious as he is, still wants to be a good guy.

Now this is my take, but I think his mindset is: Because All Might can’t save everyone, he’s a fake, he’s trash; because everyone will say they condemn murder yet go about their lives carefree even though they know logically someone is out there getting killed, morality and justice is an illusion; because justice is so fragile and flimsy, I will expose it and destroy it.

Not in any goodwill or for a better society, mind you. He just hates it.

He also has no illusions about himself or his actions, he knows he’s evil.

Shigaraki is a lot more sarcastic and sardonic than usually portrayed in fanon. He’s very rude and can be foul mouthed, but the real insult comes from his tone and behavior. He condescendingly calls Eraserhead cool. He calls Stain the ‘Great Senpai of scoundrels’. He points out to Overhaul how a wakagashira/underboss like him should be more polite. Just about half of everything he says is dripping with mockery, and he’s very breezy and irreverent. So a bit less ‘I hate you, fuck off’, and more cheek.

Adding to that, if I’m reading my Japanese right, Shigaraki can change how he addresses people depending on the person and situation. His default speech is rude, but he’ll talk somewhat (barely) politely-ish if needed; it’s just it’s very obvious he’s not taking it seriously.

Related, I feel like Shigaraki says a lot of things he doesn’t really believe. He tries out concepts, half-heartedly, on a whim. There’s that infamous speech at USJ about Heroes and Villains both using violence - which does seem to have some semblance to the actual ‘two sides of the same coin’ that even Best Jeanist talks about.

And here’s him considering Stain’s effects on heroes, with gusto, before ditching it.

I know it’s Smash!, but here’s him reciting some sort of pseudo education philosophy he picked up somewhere??? to Kurogiri to get out of exercise.

He’s a total smartass

Of course, this brings up the question, is he genuine in his speech to Bakugou, or to Toga and Twice?

Like Echodrop notes, he can be in a good mood. He can be (seem?) happy, he can smile, he will acknowledge when someone does a good job of something.

Sure, it’s got a manic edge to it, it’s probably not coming from a place of good, fluffy, innocent feelings, but he can laugh, enjoy the moment, be psyched about something.

I really like this scene because he actually giggles a bit. He squeezes Midoriya, and he really does seem excited for a chat.

He’s quick to go back to being default cranky tho. Quick to enjoy, quick to get irked.

Shigaraki is a weirdo and I love him.

My boy is smart. Really, Shigaraki is smarter than he looks. In the Ultra Archive, his profile lists his intelligence as ‘A’, ranking him above most characters, including Midoriya. I get that Deku’s whole thing is being the strategizing main character, but Shigaraki’s just as analytical. Even the Smash! Comic points this out.

His room is filled with books, so either he reads a lot or he hoards them to look smart. I think it’s the former. Well, it’s not mutually exclusive, I should know.

He thinks and reflects and questions. He was super pissed about Stain, but he realized Stain was right and tried to figure out why. He went on a walk to calm down and just ruminate. He sought out Midoriya just to get second opinion. Afterwards, he quickly sees the bigger picture and realizes the issue is systemic and he’s gotta attack the structure. Of course, kinda shaky on the specific details and it’s not endgame long term, but still impressive.

There’s a lot of Villain!Deku fanfics - and I like them a lot! - that turns Deku into the criminal mastermind or makes him the brains behind Shigaraki’s operations. Which is fair, Deku could totally be one! And also a lot of fics where Shigaraki is dismissed, with everything he does being AFO’s machinations. Again, fair. But Canon Shigaraki is AFO’s successor and leads the League for a reason.

This also means, I think, that Shigaraki isn’t as clueless to the fact that All For One is manipulating him. This point is entirely debatable, though. All I have to back this is how Shigaraki wondered if he was lied to in the USJ.

Even tho he’s facepalm crusty boi neet, Shigaraki is still a very dangerous S-ranked villain. I feel like sometimes people forget this.

He’s not that childish. He can be immature, he’s still learning the ropes of being a supervillain, he’s got an irritable and sullen disposition, but he’s not a five-year-old. He’s also not completely unhinged.

When things don’t go his way, his first response usually isn’t to shriek or whine or immediately snap. He’s got a clear head and a good sense of what he can and can’t do. Kurogiri is down, All Might escaped their grasp, but Nomu’s still active? Cool, we got this. It’s only when Nomu gets team-rocket-ed that he panics. Stain stabs him? Doesn’t start a fight right there and then, asks Master for some Nomu, is patient enough to wait until he decides he really can’t stand Stain, then finally gives the go ahead for a rampage.

Shigaraki knew from the start he can’t handle All Might. That’s Nomu’s job. As much as he hates All Might, he doesn’t jump at the chance to kill the hero personally. He’s not ruled by impulse or easy distractions, not really. And he will back down if Kurogiri reasons with him - see accepting Stain as a party member, see letting Toga and Dabi live. And after he got his motivation, he’s been very restraint since.

He doesn’t immediately destroy his things in anger - we only see him destroy only few items pre-mall talk. He decays binoculars, a photo of Deku, maybe a newspaper, all quiet and deliberate. Kurogiri’s bar is intact and clean, despite being the long-time hang out spot of the destructive Shigaraki Tomura. Would he decay a controller after losing a game? Maybe, but also just as likely maybe not.

Shigaraki will complain and bitch and sulk and hold a grudge, tho, yeah. He will lose it after a series of stressors/things gone wrong. He can be moody, cruel and sadistic, bloodthirsty and mayhem-loving. But he’s got himself under control more often than not.

Finally, video games: My biggest pet peeve about portrayal of Shigaraki in fanfics: He’s super obsessed with video games, to the point that he plays them all day long, and he can’t stop using video game slang for everything - or so a lot of the fandom believes.

I’ve pointed out before that we’re more likely to see him reading the newspaper and we’ve never actually seen him use a console ever in manga or anime. True, he likens scenarios to games frequently, but not all the time - the USJ fight was when he did that the most, then in his other appearances only once or twice during the whole scene (Doesn’t want Stain as a ‘party member’, none at all when meeting Dabi or Toga and then at the mall, camp arc has him seeing himself playing a Sim instead of an RPG, calls All Might ‘last boss’ during the raid, then nothing for his next appearances). At least not out loud. As fun as it is to imagine him as a geeky gamer, and he is, but he does more than just that.

I think Shigaraki uses video games and media to create mental scripts for himself to understand/interact with the world, but it serves as a skeleton. He fleshes it out, always adding to that mental model to create a more complex one. He calls his change of strategy as playing a Sim game, but it’s a good analogy that works for him, and we see how layered his plan is - dealing a blow to UA that works whether the Vanguard succeed or not, kidnapping Bakugou and Ragdoll, in order to bring about the media and public criticism of UA/heroes, and had it not been for the raid, something would’ve happen to Bakugou that would’ve demoralized everyone.

He def is grounded in reality enough to know what he’s doing is more than just a game.

And that’s all I got for now! There might be a part two. idk, but I hope this was helpful!

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books-and-milkshakes · 5 years

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His lips connected with mine and my mind went blank and for a moment, just a moment I let myself enjoy the kiss

Then my brain started working and thoughts began to fill my head, at the same time he opened his mouth to push his tongue into mine, which I just let happen. I realized at that moment, I had no idea what to do. My body didn’t just take over like all the romance books said.

Am I supposed to wrestle with his tongue - I think I read that in a book somewhere - or am I supposed to explore his mouth, can I do both simultaneously?

Where do my hands go? Around his waist or his neck? I know they shouldn’t hang by my side like they are now.

Am I a good kisser? Probably not considering I have no idea what I’m doing. He probably regrets kissing me and is going to make fun of me as soon as we are done.

How long do you have to kiss before it is acceptable to break it off? Is it rude to break it off?

As the kiss went on the panic started rising in her chest.

Betty came storming through the door of the Blue & Gold and plopped down frustrated on the couch, sighing heavily.

Jughead who had been writing an article for the newspaper looked up surprised. He hadn’t expected to see Betty in the office today as she had said that she had an important meeting and wouldn’t have time to write. So Jughead had made himself comfortable with his feet propped up on the desk, something Betty never allowed him to do.

He quickly put his feet back on the floor.

“Everything alright, Betts?”

A grunt was all he got in response, so he decided to push for a bit more information.

“What happened to your all-important meeting?”

Betty sighed some more at that. “It wasn’t as important as I wished.”

That vague answer sounded like the end of the conversation. So Jughead turned his attention back to his laptop, determined to write down a few more sentences before Betty inevitably broke and told him her latest worry. He had known his best friend for a long time now and he knew that Betty had a hard time keeping things to herself. At least around him. He was her confidant, she told him everything that she wouldn’t tell anyone else, not even Veronica. He didn’t mind, in fact he was kind of proud of it.

It was quiet for a while with the only sound being the clicking on Jughead’s laptop and Betty sighing every once in a while as she was staring at the ceiling. Just as he was about to make a sarcastic comment on how normal people breath, she spoke up.

“Juggie, have you ever kissed someone?” she asked softly.

The question came out of nowhere and he looked at Betty, but she was not looking in his direction.

“No,” he answered as coolly as he could.

He was sure Betty knew this though. He had never been interested in romance or physical affection. When they were in middle school, Ethel had a crush on him and had tried to kiss him on a few occasions, but he had dodged every attempt. Ethel moved on quickly when it became clear he didn’t like her like that.

Luckily for him, girls in high school weren’t really interested in him, because of his self proclaimed weirdo persona. Now the only person who would give him physical affection was Betty. He didn’t hate that.

“I just kissed Trev,” Betty said after considering something for a second.

‘Oh,’ was his response. Realising that sounded lame, he added. ‘Guess it didn’t go well?’

Which was probably worse.

However this was apparently all Betty needed to go off.

“Oh, it was terrible. Trev had asked me out and I said yes, because he is a nice guy and cute. So we went on our date last night and it was fun and easy going, but we didn’t kiss last night,”Betty had stood up from the couch and was pacing through the room.

“Then we saw each other just now and told me that he had an amazing time and that we should definitely do it again and I agreed, because honestly I had a great time. Then he got quiet and stared intensely at me for a moment and then he leaned in and I knew he was going to kiss me, so I closed my eyes as all the romance novels told me to do,” Betty blushed slightly at this confession before continuing. “I leaned in too and we kissed. It was good for a moment, but then I started thinking. Oh god Juggie, my mind was racing and I couldn’t enjoy my first kiss at all, instead I started freaking out and pulled away and made an excuse to escape. I immediately ran here.”

By the time she was done with her monologue she was basically out of breath and clenching her fists. Jughead stood up immediately and took her hands in his own, his fingers against her palms. Betty would sometimes get so lost in her own head, she would break the skin of her palms unintentionally.

A silence settled over them as Betty was starting to calm down.

“I just feel like I’m going crazy when I can’t even do simple things people my age are experiencing and enjoying,” she whispered after a while.

Jughead angled his head so he could look her in the face.

‘Hey, we’re all crazy,’ he said softly. ‘Besides society puts insane pressure on the first kiss, so worrying about it is normal. People should just skip the first kiss and go straight to the fifth.’

Betty laughed softly at this and Jughead felt good at the sight of Betty’s smile. He knew the way she could start overthinking and sometimes it would lead into a full blown panic attack. He had been witness to it a few times and had since made it his mission to prevent it from happening again.

“Maybe there should be a class where you can practice kissing with no pressure,” Betty continued before sighing. “I feel like a bit of a drama queen. I’m just scared that the next time someone tries to kiss me, I will go back into panic mode.”

An idea flashed into Jugheads mind, an absolutely crazy idea that could possibly destroy their friendship. Something he definitely shouldn’t do.

“Betts, I have an idea.”

Betty looked up at him. Her big eyes bright and curious.

His thumbs ran circles in her palms as a way to help her relax as he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, only for a second before he pulled away.

Betty looked shocked, her eyes even wider than before. Jughead would have laughed at her expression, she looked like a comic book character, if he wasn’t freaking out on the inside. He had no idea why he thought that kissing her now was a good idea, especially considering he had also never kissed someone. Although what he had just done couldn’t really be considered a kiss, it was a peck.

“I thought maybe if I gave you a lowkey kiss then it would erase your horrible first one,” he stammered pathetically. He knew that it didn’t really make sense.

He was about to open his mouth to start apologizing when Betty stood on her tiptoes to give him another peck, this one lasting a second longer before she took a step back. This time her expression was a mix between contemplation and sheer wonder.

Jughead didn’t stop to wonder what those expressions meant though, because he had an impulse to do it again. He let go of her hands and brought his up to her face, placing them on her neck before lowering his head once more and softly brushing his lips against hers.

They stayed like that for a while. Their lips didn’t move against each other, but Betty took a step closer and in the process pressed them closer to each other. Her hands settled on his wrists and they were lost in their own little world.

Until the bell rang, indicating that free period was over. They jumped apart both looking shocked at what they had just done. Betty bent down to grab her bag from the floor.

“Sorry, Juggie. I have to get to class,”she said quickly before basically running out the door, leaving Jughead alone in the Blue and Gold office.

He felt a blush slowly creeping over his face as he registered what had happened in the last few minutes. There was one thing that Jughead had yet to admit to himself. Even though he really wasn’t interested in girls or romance at all, somewhere along the way he had developed a crush on Betty Cooper.

I was going through my old writing documents and found this. My first fanfic. I wrote this after season 1 ended and reading it made me smile, so I decided to publish it. It was supposed to be the first chapter of a multichapter fic.

#Riverdale #Bughead #Betty Cooper #Jughead Jones #Fanfiction #Drabble #My Writing

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xmagicxshopx · 5 years

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The Magicians - Chapter 1

BTS Fanfic Series

Genre: Fantasy Adventure with a hint of Romance, some Comedy in there too Rating: PG-13 Warnings: None at the moment Pairing: OT7 x reader (but will eventually become Jungkook x reader) Notes: magicians!bts au. They are not the idols we all know and love. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: This is raw, not proofread content you’re reading. My eyes are shot so I’ll proofread it once my eyes don’t feel like they’re going to burst out of their sockets. XD

SERIES MASTERLIST

Aimless. Pointless. You were walking around aimlessly with no particular point of direction in mind. A crossroads of sorts. That’s where you found yourself in this very moment. Both literally and figuratively. One path would lead you back to your apartment. Back to your normal, boring life. A boring nine to five job that barely paid the bills and gave you enough food to eat. Not really anyone you could call a friend. And your family? Well.....yeah. That’s another story for another day.

Purpose. You lacked purpose in your life. There was nothing exciting going on in your life but you knew deep down that was at least partly your own fault. Closing yourself off from others. Never opening your heart for fear of getting hurt. But closing yourself off......what was the point of existing if you weren’t going to live your life? It was all much too deep for you and every time you tried to think about it, it just made your mood worse.

“What’s the point? No one’s waiting at home for me anyway.”

And so you took the opposite path. The path that would lead you farther away from the only place you could remotely call home. Wasn’t like there was much there to miss. You lived on the shadier part of town anyhow. There wasn’t even much in your apartment worth stealing. Nothing you were going to miss, anyhow.

Pulling your thin jacket tighter around yourself, you noticed something up ahead. A building. And.....it was on fire??? Fight or Flight mode tried to kick in but your feet were figuratively frozen to the ground. Muscles tensed in panic and stress but never once made a move to carry your body away from the heated mess. There was a small voice in the back of your head telling you to......go inside? To check it out?

‘There could be someone in there. They could be in trouble.’

Well that certainly weighed on your conscience. Finding your ability to breathe, you took a deep breath and started running towards the burning building. What did you have to lose, right? It wasn’t like you had anyone to miss you. By the time you made it to what appeared to be the back of the building, you were already huffing and puffing. Exercise. Maybe you could take up exercising as a hobby? Yeah. Right. Funny.

Anyhow, it was hard to catch your breath properly thanks to all the smoke that was billowing out of the doors. One door had been flung nearly clean off its hinges as it was hanging by a thread. Meanwhile, there was another entrance where the door had apparently disappeared completely. Next to it there was a poster board sign that had THIS WAY written on it along with an arrow directing to the door itself. Well now......

The fire looked pretty bad and while she couldn’t hear any screaming or shouting, that didn’t mean that someone wasn’t in trouble or hurt inside. The real question was, why did she care so much? Why was she putting in all this effort and risking her life for someone who may not even exist? It was as if the building had called out to her; telling her to come and investigate. Weird. Really really weird. With a shrug, you took a careful deep breath and said a bit lazily,

“Well, here goes nothing. It’s been fun.”

Okay. Things just went from weird to weirder. Perhaps you were back in your apartment and just having a really crazy freaky dream and you’d wake up any second now? Nah. Something told you that was just wishful thinking. Instead of flames eating away at your flesh like you anticipated, there was......nothing? Yes. Absolutely nothing.

“What the----”

The flames.....they were just......gone. Had you not seen the damage the building was taking outside only seconds ago, you would have never known there was anything wrong with the place. Sure it looked and smelled dusty and musty but still. There wasn’t a trace of heat coming from any corner of the room. Speaking of room.....the place was kind of creepy.

‘Come forward, my child and claim what you so desperately seek.’

A small sound that....well you weren’t quite sure if you had uttered a squeak, squeal, or yelp. Heck, maybe it was a mixture of the three. Whatever sound it was, you nearly choked on it as you stumbled back a bit. Was that a voice inside your head? It certainly wasn’t your voice. And then you saw it. Or what you thought might be an it. Could have been a him or a her, you supposed.

Masked and menacing looking, sat a figure in what looked like some kind of....ticket booth? Okay. This had to be a dream. A really vivid and realistic appearing dream. And any second now, you were going to wake up and everything would be normal and boring again.....Right?

‘Did I stutter, child? Come forward.’

As if your body had a mind of it’s own, your feet started to shuffle forward towards the ticket booth. What on earth were you doing? This had trouble written all over it. But then again.....you were okay with dying and risking your life for someone only seconds ago, right? So why were you suddenly so scared to approach this masked weirdo? Squaring your shoulders a bit, you walked on your own this time and at a much more confident stride.

‘That’s a good girl. Here. Have this. It’s what you’ve been seeking after all these months. Your biggest wish has been granted. Congratulations.’

What the? Wish? What wish could you possibly have that he would be talking about? Yes, from what you could hear of the masked figure’s voice, it sounded male. By this point, you were standing in front of the ticket booth with your hand subconsciously stretched out and dragging the item closer towards you.

Wow. It was an actual ticket. Inspecting the piece of paper, you could see some strange writing on it. Looked harmless enough. But there was something odd about it. This wasn’t a ticket to any particular form of transportation or location. In fact, the location didn’t even register in your memory and you knew most of the city pretty well.

“The Magic Shop? Where’s that at? The other side of tow---nnn--? Huh???”

And just like that, the ticket booth had vanished before your very eyes. You had looked up from the ticket and everything was gone. The room stayed the same but there was absolutely no trace of a booth or a masked figure. Okay. Things were going from weird to downright creepy at this point. You needed to get the hell out of here and fast. Especially if this was not a dream which you were still feebly wishing it was.

Turning around so fast that the room spun, you started making a mad dash for what you had figured was the door you came through. However, all you were met with was.....nothing. Pitch black nothingness. No doorway, let alone no door. Just.....nothing. Great. You were trapped here.

“Okay. It’s fine. Everything’s fine. I’m going to wake up any second now and it’ll be fine.”

Just then, you could hear laughter. But not the warm, comforting kind of laughter. No. This was that classic sinister laugh that made the hairs on your neck stand up. Wonderful. Great. Fantastic. Just peachy.

‘Be careful what you wish for, child.’

And so there you were. Stuck in a room---a building with no way out and a creepy masked figure’s laughter fading into the darkest corners of said room. What the hell were you supposed to do now? If this wasn’t a dream......and you didn’t have anything to drink while being out......then something extremely weird was going on here. Something.....other worldly.

And that was when you felt a blow to the back of your head and your whole other worldly world went black.

Ouch. That was gonna hurt later.

Silence. That’s what you woke up to as you slowly regained use of your senses. Sense of smell, your sight and your hearing. Granted it was quite bright wherever the hell you were. Wait.....wherever you were........Whoa!

“Easy there. We don’t want you falling over and hitting your head again.”

“Says the guy who nearly cracked her skull open mere hours ago.”

“I didn’t hit her that hard, hyung. Besides. Look at her. She’s right as rain now. Right, gorgeous?”

Insane. You had to be. That’s what it was. Your life had become so bland and boring that you had officially gone insane and this was all just a figment of your imagination to make things interesting. Right? That had to be it. There was no way in Hades this could all be real. Not even close.

However, as your eyes adjusted to the bright, natural light of the room, which you happened to notice was quite different from the dark and musty room you found yourself in earlier, you noticed.....one, two, three, four.......seven??? Seven masked figures were standing in front of you?! Your heart sunk.

“There’s more than one of you!?!? Oh my god! Please! Just kill me! I can’t take this strange dream any more!”

“Hey, whoa whoa. Slow down there, babe. No need to be such a drama queen.”

This made your blood boil. Perhaps you really had lost it. Maybe you weren’t getting good night’s sleep. Well you knew that much. But perhaps it was really starting to get to you. The stresses of life having slowly picked away at you and now here you were, finally cracking under all that pressure. Letting out a bark of laughter, you looked up at the masked figures and bit back in bubbling frustration,

“Drama queen? I’ll show you drama queen. Do you have any idea what my last 24 hours have been like? All I wanted to do was try and save someone from a burning building and now I’m sitting here tied to a freaking cha----Huh???”

Looking down at yourself, you weren’t completely wrong. Yes. You were indeed tied to a chair but......where were the ropes? Or chains? Something? Anything? It was as if you were tied with something.....invisible? Good lord. Was the weirdness ever going to end?

“Jimin, would you like to do the honors?”

“Certainly, hyung.”

This was it, they were finally going to put you out of your misery. One of the masked figures lifted what appeared to be an umbrella. What? What’s with the umbrella? Was he going to stab you to death with it or something? Not exactly the way you pictured dying but you supposed it was better than nothing. Maybe he’d just beat you to death instead.

However, none of that came to pass. There was no stabbing or beating. Instead, you watched the masked figure named Jimin lifting his umbrella and pointing the tip directly at you. Before you knew it, those invisible bounds were falling off of you like actual invisible ropes. What???

“Allow us to introduce ourselves.”

As you sat there feeling almost numb with confusion along with a pounding headache, the seven masked figures slowly removed said masks and.....wow. That wasn’t what you had expected. Not at all. Dang. You could practically hear your own slow whistle in your head.

Seven men stood in front of you. Every single one of them young and freakishly attractive. Had they been sculptured by the gods or something? You honestly had expected them all to look like some kind of creepy looking goblins or perhaps the spawn of the devil himself. But definitely had you never envisioned they’d look so......wow.

“We are Bangtan. The Bangtan Boys. Otherwise known as Bulletproof Boy Scouts. My name is RM.”

“I’m Jhope! Nice to meet you!”

“My name is Jin and I’m the most handsome one here. Just to let you know.”

Some of the males rolled their eyes and if the situation hadn’t been so freaky and weird, you honestly would have laughed at his antics.

“Hmm. Name’s Suga.”

“Oh hyung don’t be such a sourpuss. Hi! My name’s Jimin. Sorry we had to knock you out. I told V not to hit so hard but he didn’t listen.”

“Yah! I was protecting us from witchcraft! You should be thanking me!”

“Oh now look who’s being the drama queen.”

“Guys guys. Just finish introducing yourselves.”

The two males known as Jimin and who you were guessing must have been V, both looked over at the taller male who if you recalled right, was named RM. Both sporting pouts, they nodded and said at the same time,

“Yes, hyung.”

“Anyway, the name’s V. Sorry I had to hit you with a frying pan but I had to make sure you weren’t a witch out to get us or something.”

“A frying pan?! You hit me over the head with a frying pan?! Couldn’t you have picked something a little less----violent!?!?”

“Yah yah. Calm down. We’ll take a look at the damage here in a minute. But we still have one more of us to introduce. Jungkookie?”

The male you had come to remember as Jimin face palmed at the young male next to him while V motioned for the male on the other side of him. Wow....he was kind of.....cute. Unsure eyes stared back at you and you found yourself blushing a little.

“My name is Jungkook. As V had mentioned.”

Jimin rolled his eyes and stared up at the ceiling as if asking why was he stuck with someone as blonde as V. Which that was exactly what he was doing. You would have laughed had it not been for the sudden pounding in your head. The pain taking you by surprise, the whimper slipped past your chapped lips before you could swallow it.

And just like that, the seven young men were all over you; fussing like seven mother hens. You were pretty sure Jimin was the one pulling back and apart your hair to try and inspect the damage while V was desperately trying to defend himself and his actions.

The one you were pretty sure was named Jhope dragged Suga with him; mumbling frantically about finding a wash bin along with a wash cloth. You could have sworn you heard the grumpy shorter male grumble something about......conjuring it up themselves? Huh? Whatever. Must have been from the headache you were struggling to deal with. Must be making you hear things.

Meanwhile, Jin (at least you were pretty sure it was Jin) told the male who you knew to be RM that he was going to be in the kitchen making dinner. Was it really dinner time? Huh. Apparently you had lost all sense of time while being stuck in this weird, crazy, creepy place.

It was then that you felt a hand take yours and you nearly jumped out of your seat. The jerk reaction caused the crown of your head to bump into Jimin’s gentle hands and you both made a sound of surprise. Blinking, you realized it had been RM who took one of your hands in his. After flashing you a warm and what he had hoped was a soothing, reassuring smile, he turned to the last male who had yet to make a move and said softly,

“Jungkook, you have the most accommodating space between all of us, the place seems to like you most, go make up a spot for the young lady here to lay down and rest will you.”

Silently nodding, the young male known as Jungkook spared you one last glance with those soft but hollow eyes of uncertainty and made his way for what you could only conclude must have been his room. After careful inspection by Jimin and V, they had determined that you would be fine and didn’t need stitches. Well at least you had that going for you.

Meanwhile, Jhope was treating you with extra care as he used a warm wet wash cloth to help get rid of the caked blood that had coated some of your hair around the crown of your head. To which V felt the need to vigorously defend himself again; claiming that it wasn’t a lot of blood. You were actually starting to find his desperate attempts to defend himself pretty comical.

“The spot is ready for her, hyung.”

“Excellent, Jungkook. How about you help her to your room, eh?”

“But wait----I have so many questions. What is this place? Why are there no doors to get out? And who are all of you? Why are we here? I don’t understand----”

Soft shushing reached your ears as the tanned male took your hand once again; offering you that same soft and warm reassuring smile.

“I know you have a lot of questions. Heck, we have questions ourselves. But now isn’t the time for that. Despite V’s heart being in the right place, you took a pretty nasty blow to the head. You were out for quite a while. Jin’s cooking dinner. How about you take a nap and when dinner is ready, we can all sit down and ask our questions and see what kind of answers we can get, okay? Jungkook, if you would, please.”

And before you could protest, you were being lifted out of the chair to stand on your own two feet and being passed off onto the young male known as Jungkook. His hand was a little calloused but otherwise gentle as he took your hand in his and started leading the way to where you guessed must have been his room. So it seems like they all have their own room. Were there no more rooms available for them to just dump you in? Why did you have to sleep in a male’s room? More specifically, a male who was a complete stranger to you.

“In here, please.”

You were taken out of your thoughts at Jungkook’s soft voice asking you to step inside first while he held the door open for you. After giving a soft, shy thanks, you stepped inside and was surprised with how roomy it really was. It was almost like a whole apartment. You could see what looked like a connecting bathroom suite and a king sized bed. There was a lounge area with a couple couches and an arm chair. It was nice. Cozy, even.

Stepping in with you, the male made his way casually over to the beanbag chair that he had placed near the foot of the bed and picked up the book that was resting in said chair. After making himself comfortable in the bean filled piece of furniture with book in hand, he glanced up at you as you remained rooted in place near the doorway.

“Well?”

“Um......huh?”

“Wow. V hyung must have really did a number on you. Do you need help getting into bed?”

Flustered. That’s exactly what you had become. Flustered. Feeling the heat rush to your face, you quickly shook your head which of course only made your pounding head ache worse. Your heart was trying to beat in your throat as you watched him raise a single, perfectly sculpted eyebrow in curiosity. Finally finding your voice, or what was left of it, you managed to reply weakly,

“A-Ani. I can get in the bed just fine. I guess the headache is making it a bit hard to think straight.”

“He probably gave you a concussion. The pabo. V hyung never really has known his own strength.”

By this time, you had manged to close the distance between yourself and the bed. This was his bed. He had been laying in it and now he was just going to.....give it to you? Glancing over at him, you noticed he had since then put his full attention on the book he was reading; looking perfectly comfortable in the beanbag chair.

“The pills on the nightstand are for you. They’re just normal painkillers. Figured it would help with your headache. I wasn’t sure if you were a water or milk drinker, so I got you a glass of each. I have juice if you’d prefer something sweeter.”

Gosh you were grateful that he had his back to you at the foot of the bed. You were blushing like crazy. But why? He was just being....nice. Right? After stuttering out a soft thanks, you took the glass of water and the two small pills and popped them into your mouth. Swallowing them both in one go, you carefully set the glass of water back down on the night stand and tried to lay down to get comfortable.

It was probably no more than 10 minutes but to you it felt like 20 or even 25 minutes. You just couldn’t sleep. And who could blame you? The last 24 hours had been quite the adventure. Especially since you could now determine that this wasn’t some crazy dream. Your head was spinning with questions and flashbacks of the creepy masked figure. With a heavy sigh, you mumbled shyly in defeat,

“Jungkook?”

“Hmm?”

“Could.......Could you read to me what you’re reading?”

He had been in the middle of turning a page when he suddenly paused like a statue. What felt like several minutes passing of nothing but silence, he finally turned the page and glanced over his shoulder at you; looking quite perplexed.

“You mean like......tell you a bedtime story?”

“Yah. Don’t make me sound like a big baby.”

Letting out a soft snort of amusement, the male smiled and stood up from his seat. You couldn’t help but notice his smile. He looked like a happy bunny rabbit whenever he smiled. Again, he was cute. It made you blush as you tried to fight off this weird sensation of giddiness. Perhaps you really were losing it. Watching him walk over to sit down on the edge of the bed, he rose one of those perfectly shaped eyebrows in a challenge as he asked you as much,

“What if you don’t like what I’m reading?”

“I’ll gladly take a cookbook if that’s what you’ve got.”

With another snort and a couple soft chuckles, Jungkook shook his head in amusement and replied casually,

“Ani ani. Not quite as dry as a cookbook. It’s.....well.....It’s actually my journal.”

“Oh---Oh I mean---You don’t have to read it. I’m sure that’s very personal and---”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind reading it to you. It’s basically a log I’ve made of my time here with the hyungs. I often look back on it for self reflecting purposes.”

Wow. Sounds like he’s been here awhile. You wondered just how long these boys have been stuck in this godforsaken place. And here you were complaining and whining about a mere 24 hours. Heck, probably not even that long. Timidly getting more comfortable, you courageously patted the empty space next to you and spoke shyly in a small voice,

“There’s plenty of room for the both of us if you wanted to lay down too.”

“I prefer reading sitting up. But I suppose I could at least sit next to you. You don’t have cooties or anything, right?”

“Yah, pabo. Shut up and read.”

After the both of your laughter mingled a little, you got settled in deeper into the covers while he himself carefully climbed up onto the bed and in a sitting upright position with his back against the headboard. After clearing his throat a little, you noticed he was starting from the very beginning of the book.

“June 13th,.....”

Wow......they really had been stuck here for a long time. For years. You couldn’t imagine being stuck in this creepy place for so long. And yet here they were. These seven young men trying to live their lives while being stuck in a building with no way out. How had they managed to survive for so long and not lost their sanity? Or even their humanity? Jhope had seemed really nice. Like a ray of sunshine. And Jimin and V were pretty funny when put together in the same room. RM, he had been so kind and gentle with you.

“I searched and searched and searched but couldn’t find a single door. I felt myself going mad. Insane. There had to be a way out. There just had to be, I told myself.”

If you had learned anything from this crazy day, it was that you liked Jungkook’s voice. He made a great storyteller. In fact, it was the very sound of his voice that finally helped lull you to sleep; your pounding headache having dulled tremendously with the help of the painkillers he gave you.

Maybe being stuck here wasn’t so bad after all.

You could learn to make the most of it.

#bts #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts x oc #jungkook x reader #jungkook x oc #bts scenarios #bts scenario #kpop fanfiction #kpop fanfic #kpop scenarios #kpop scenario #s;magicians

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greenteaafter12am · 5 years

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I need to gush about Good Omens and Neil Gaiman for a bit

I’m currently all about Good Omens right now. The show came out over a month ago, and I’m watching it again for a 4th time. There’s a new season of Stranger Things. I LOVE Stranger Things!

...But I also kind of wanna watch Good Omens again. No, I really do want to watch it again. Then perhaps, I’ll start season 3 of Stranger Things.

I was a fan of the book first. It was one of my favorite books immediately after the first time I read it. I reread it, and I don’t reread many books.

I was a fan of Neil Gaiman before that even. I discovered The Sandman through a fanfic. So, to give you a better picture, I was Tina Belcher from Bob’s Burgers back in high school. I was socially awkward, really into boybands, aroused by everything...you get the idea. I was reading fanfic one evening where the author wrote the Backstreet Boys into Gaiman’s* Sandman/Endless universe. I wish I could find the story again because, from what I recall, the author did an excellent job capturing Gaiman’s characters and setting.

The story got me interested in The Sandman series and Gaiman’s work in general. I don’t remember which I decided to read first, but I do know that I was immediately hooked. I was going to use the cliche of Alice going down the rabbit hole, but no. Instead, let’s say I was Coraline unlocking the door. I went through the door to other worlds. Beautiful, bizarre, brilliant worlds. And each tale is, and the way it’s told, is so unique. Reading American Gods is a completely different experience from reading Neverwhere or Stardust.

I watched an interview Nick Offerman (another amazing human) did with Neil. Offerman recounted the time he discovered Neil’s work. I can’t recall the exact way he worded it, but he described how Neil speaks to those of us who are a little bit weird. Wow. Nailed it.

I’ve heard people describe Prince and David Bowie as artists who showed us that it’s okay to be weird. That’s what Neil is for me. And through Neil, I found other comic books. I’m now completely obsessed with all graphic novels. I dove into more fantasy, sci-fi, and horror. These interests helped me find my community of other weirdos. Now, through Good Omens fandom, I’m finding my community of other weirdos who are also queer! The book is one of my all time favorites, not just from Neil’s work, but of all the books I’ve read (and I’ve read a ton!). I was stoked when they announced the TV series. I’ve said for years that Good Omens was the one I wanted to see adapted the most. I lost my mind when the announced the casting. I was already a fan of David Tennant from being a Whovian. Being a fan of genre fiction, I’ve seen Michael Sheen being awesome and scene stealing in lots of films (his performance in the Twilight films is my personal favorite). On top of this, Neil’s book to film adaptations have all been superb. Stardust is one of my all time favorite movies, Coraline was spectacular, and American Gods was near perfect**. I was so ready for this! And it did not disappoint. In fact, it’s now my favorite miniseries and book to film adaptations. In just a little over a month, it’s also become one of my “comfort food” shows.*** One of the main reasons for all my re-watches is David Tennant as Crowley and Michael Sheen as Aziraphale. They brought my favorite book characters to life. There are amazing posts here on Tumblr that show all the small, delicate choices these actors make in just a few seconds of film. Not only are their character portrayals perfect, they have chemistry that’s off the charts. In the books, Crowley and Aziraphale’s relationship was pretty ambiguous to me. It was clear they cared for one another, but that was it. In the show, however, I can feel the love these characters have for one another. It’s sweet, it’s romantic, and it’s so wonderfully queer! On top of that, it’s a queer romance that DOESN’T end in tragedy! (Seriously, can we be done with the “Bury Your Gays” trope?) My sexuality isn’t something I’ve fully embraced. I was out in college, but not to my family. I don’t think I’ve ever been out at any job I’ve ever had. I don’t think it’s a coincidence the Good Omens fandom is mostly LGBTQIA. We don’t see many romances like this in genre fiction, especially between genderfluid/non-binary characters. It’s helping many of us feel seen! And we see each other. We’re not alone. This year for Pride, I went out wearing bi pride flare. I posted bi-pride photos and memes on social media, where all my family could see. Neil Gaiman, the book, the show, and the fandom led me here. So thank you, Neil Gaiman. Thank you, Terry Pratchett. Thank you, David Tennant and Michael Sheen. Thank you everyone who put this amazing show together. And thank you, Good Omens fandom. I’m not quite ready to share any fanart or fanfic. But for now, I’d like to contribute this Spotify playlist I’ve been working on: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3YzKhN2Z8r4Guu5f4IYEOH?si=jmEeFtHgSIOfSlWnMZ-S-A These include songs from the shows, songs discussed by Neil and the fandom, and just songs that reminded me of Aziraphale and Crowley. It’s still WIP (haven’t figured out which Tori Amos song I should include yet). Off to watch Good Omens again. * Sorry, I change a lot between referring to him by his first and last name. I’ll come back and edit later. **I’ve only watched season 1. I’ll watch season 2 eventually...but maybe after another rewatch of Good Omens ***All my other comfort shows are Michael Schur comedies. Speaking of, I read Neil saying that Crowley would probably be a fan of The Good Place. YES.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #neil gaiman #queer stuff

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terrietont · 2 years

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My thoughts on the fanfiction In Heaven everything is fine Deltarune Au AKA the Chaos route by CatBountry

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34734886/chapters/86485171

I wanted to write a review for a great Deltarune fanfiction I read on Archive of our own and I will take this down if the Author does not wish it up, but I wanted to share my thoughts on this show my appreciation for it because it made my day so much better!

Okay so I just finished the story and oh my god have I been on an adventure! This might be one my favorite Deltarune fanfics I’ve read so far and that’s a toughy because there are some great writers in the community!

firstly, I like to say it was written really well and kept me interested the entire time. All the characters were written as accurately as they could be, because let’s be real… the only person who can perfectly write the characters is the original creator (AKA in this case Toby Fox) but I actually really enjoyed this story and thought that some of the writing was even better than some of Toby’s writing even! The atmospheres were well described, the situations and the emotions as well. I was pleasantly short, but I kind of wish there was an epilogue too.

Now for the highlights-

SPOILER WARNING: Please read the story in it’s entirety before reading this post. You have been warned.

Contains spoilers for Deltarune chapter 1-2 plus the snowgrave route for chapter 2 (this is a fanfiction written regarding chapter 2 so you know…)

Brief overlook

So given that this is an aborted snowgrave route story, I was pleasantly surprised with how well it blended the dark elements with a lighthearted/heart wrenching moments as well as comedy here are there (mainly from Queen of course Ahah) But Spamton’s role In the story was so well thought out and his redemption was better planned and written than his canon one in my opinion. (Maybe because I’m just a sucker for happy endings for the little puppet)

Going off from Kris’s possession issue, I knew something fishy was going on but I thought Kris was just going to be taken over without a way to be freed, however the twist revealing “Connor” the player took me surprise.

The Meta Narrative

At first it gave me too much Doki Doki Literature club fanfiction vibes, why with the player interacting with the characters outside the game. But it did pull me in. The memes and meta referenced aside which have the tendency to make me wince at how annoying they can be did not overstay their welcome here. A few of the “typical twitch chat garbage” here and there, but it wasn’t an overwhelming amount of “Ew tumblr girls” and shit, given that Connor himself was struggling with his own mental health and thus the reason he was kind of an edge lord.

That’s when things took a steep turn for absolute darkness.

The Villain

I was really wondering where the villain arc was going since Spamton decided to join the crew and Noelle and him had a special (platonic friendship you weirdos) bond with him like a sidekick to a superhero. At first I really thought they were going to pull a “There has to be a designated bad guy” card, with Jevil and all… but the twist of Jevil revealing himself to be Flowey was quite the turn… unexpected but not unwelcome.

Sure it seemed like Flowey was the true evil in the end, but to my satisfaction, it was really a desperation (much like Spamton and Jevil) That there is no true villain and the villainy is a result of a deeper desire of something more complex. So seeing as Flowey wanted to collect souls as again coming into the spotlight was… strange, but I did enjoy his appearance. (Though I kind of miss Jevil and part of me wanted him to join the the crew instead of being revealed to be a vessel for Flowey instead)

Noelle

She was very well perceived and pretty accurately written. I enjoyed her interactions with Susie a lot, and their romance is always welcome in my book. She also came off to me as being forced into a situation she didn’t truly understand but is willing to learn. I knew she was going to have some very heartbreaking moments, and some very bittersweet ones too. But she really did stand up for herself and the others in certain scenes, I’d say she was basically the main character of this story.

Spamton

Hold your horses because I’m about to go off on a huge tangent.

I LOVED how they wrote Spamton into the story. He was pretty damn accurate to his canon dialogue and actions, though a softer shell to break through this time. I think a lot of us sort of carry the prediction that Spamton is desperate for friends but is too caught up in his own head and also refuses help out of shame due to the way he’s been taught by his peers and by “Mike”. In some way. Overall though I think what makes writing Spamton so challenging and rewarding is that he’s a real mixed bag, a wild card when it comes to his character as he is practically bonkers. Saying that, the construction of his friendship building moments and the, what I like to call “skrunkly” behavior were all such delights. His already complex character and motivation made for a great twist and change in character as he gained more emotional intelligence and became less emotionally constipated. The pleasent mix of creepy and cute and still lovable in everyway, especially as the story reached it’s climax.

Him and Noelle made a great team and an unexpected one at that, but all the while so much fun to read their dynamics and Spamton’s interactions with the gang.

Player “Connor”-

At first he seemed like a typical youtuber guy (or I guess in this case, streamer). And he annoyed me a little at first, where I thought it was going to the be the characters against the player, but his arch actually turned into something really good.

As more and more info revealed about his troubled life, I become more concerned of his well being and started to want to understand what was going on.

I will actually get into that later when we get to some very dark tones as this story gets pretty deep in the Mariana Trench of Connor’s mental state.

At first I did think he was going to be the unknowing villain of the story and that they were going to just make it an easy digestible plot, but they actually took some really good time and story to get to the most interesting parts of this characters life.

Other characters-

Though the others took more of a backseat to make way more a different kind of route, they still had the same chemistry as always, and of course being as entertaining as ever.

Kris-

Very unsettling at first, especially when you come to the terms of when they’re “not in control”. Kris still presented themselves a complex character abeit very creepy at times. A vessel for a villainous pursuit, though unintential really.

Susie-

As always, Susie is the hard edged delight with zero to no filter, always welcome in my Book, especially when it comes to Noelle and her’s blossoming romance. She did keep Noelle level headed for most of the time (even if through lying at some parts), and was just as well written as she was in chapter 2.

Ralsei-

Chapter 2 Ralsei and this Ralsei were very closely linked when it came to how good his character was. I’ll be honest with you, I didn’t really care for Ralsei in chapter 1, I thought he was too toxic positive and rubbed me off as fake rather than kind. In chapter 2 however he definitely improved his character, having more depth than just being nice and healing. (Not related to the fanfiction in general) so in this he was written as he was in chapter 2, knowing more than he lets on which is always intriguing to me and way better than just being well… nice. Anyway he was very well perceived in this story and his dialogue bordered on surprising at times.

Queen-

Though she only had a couple of scenes, I thought her dialogue was spot on with the game dialogue, every single written piece felt like it came directly from Chapter 2.

No other character makes me laugh more than her either (maybe Spamton at times, but more in people’s art than in canon) I really liked that she was included a little bit more (though any amount of Queen inclusion would be welcome in my book) it was always a delight seeing what new jokes they could come up with for her, things that felt way more amusing than the “Potassium” ever did (memers ran that to the ground already). That being said, her appearance was refreshing in the midst of the icy hell.

Jevil/Flowey-

Though always seemingly a trickster, Jevil never came off as evil dictator- maliciously intimidating in canon and more like a nasty little prankster than was off his rails. This crazy behavior is subsided more in this story for a more caluculated malicious version and is always very unsettling when appearing. This is for a reason however, as it is revealed that Flowey is actually the one controlling Jevil. (I know it’s odd at first, but to me it gets better) Now we know how complex and sinister Flowey can be, so his character definitely outshines from Jevil’s “vessel” in this case.

Flowey’s manipulation and absolutely nasty behavior is something I did not expect to read, but at the same time there is a level on unknowingness in how much damage he actually does. Flowey is a cunning evil little weed, but his motives are still quite closely related to his trauma in the canon story and his meta commentary found in Undertale’s genocide route.

Pretty closely written to Flowey, abeit a little bit darker than I thought.

The story-

All the alternate aborted snowgrave and or “genocide” routes written seemed to follow the usual snowgrave pattern with a twist to the story. This one ended on snowgrave with a twist right at the ending before going through the whole new scenario, without even knowing how this one might play out.

Since Spamton was already in one of the main character slots, I had a feeling he was going to be a reacurring character and I am so glad he was.

To give a brief summary- The story is basically that Noelle frees Spamton from NEO after Kris calls her to freeze him. This makes him change his mind that when he is spared and not frozen and then tell her that Kris isn’t in control of their own body. Spamton is also intimidated by Noelle due to her sheer strength and determination.

Spamton deicdes to band up with Noelle after she “makes a deal” with him to get him to “heaven”

Noelle wants to reverse her mistakes and free Berdly from snowgrave after panicking about their situation. (Which she does so with the help of Queen, but things get deeper)

Ralsei and Susie team up again, and slowly they begin the backtrack discovering the horrors of Noelle’s destruction, unbeknownst to them that is was Noelle (for a while).

Kris seems to be going a little weird, and that’s when it’s revealed about the “puppeteer” in this case the player. They go through some very messed up situations, and some banter, meeting up with Queen to try and free Berdly. Things start getting worse for Kris though and Spamton gets more and more antsy and nervous around them knowing what’s happening in some capacity.

Ralsei also knows what’s happening and at a certain point, the narrative switches to Connor, the player after being called by Ralsei to let Kris go.

The story remains on between switching from Connor and his confused streaming to Noelle and Spamton and the others trying to find answers to why the other worldly entity is still controlling them. There’s some meta humor and some fourth wall breaking here and there (giving be lots of DDLC vibes and it’s freaky) and then Jevil comes into play practically manipulating Connor to finish the “Chaos route” to get the special ending for his stream.

Connor, not taking it seriously, basically shrugs and goes ahead and wants to achieve this “secret” ending.

The entire time, Kris to doing all sorts of shady things and at the point trying to finish the chaos route. The characters are desperately trying to reason with Connor despite him thinking it’s all bullshit and some weird hack.

The gang split up, being manipulated by Kris (Connor in this sense) and the groups are down to Noelle, Kris and Spamton on the inside of the basement where Kris has “wanted to go” go that no one but the player and the main villain knew.

Jevil reveals some damning info about Connor’s real life and this freaks him out. Lots of his real demons are coming out and he starts to worry.

It gets even worse. With Kris and Jevil vs Spamton and Noelle, the stakes are high.

At this point I’m wide eyed at the screen and really hoping all of them can get out alive (even Jevil to some degree)

Noelle and Spamton and protecting eachother, Spamton slowly coming to terms with what being a friend is and how good it feels, and Noelle trying to defend him from being hurt.

There’s a lot of character building before the climax, but I wanted to get the real meat of the story.

The whole plan for Jevil is to achieve freedom in the real world (getting some Monika vibes here).

After going through a tough battle and some defeat moments, the twist is revealed.

Jevil is basically impaled by Kris’s sword and is actually revealed to be a vessel for Flowey.

Flowey wants to take human souls and become a god so he can get into the real world and be free and or take over the world.

TRIGGER WARNING-

Here is where the story gets a lot darker. This mentions some very triggering words and narratives- please do not read any further if you have any dark thoughts at the moment.

Flowey’s whole plan is to communicate with Kris’s soul AKA the player AKA Connor and manipulate his mental health to the point where he becomes so overwhelmed with personal info told by Flowey on stream that he takes his own life to give his soul to Flowey..

Yes there is a point in the story where Flowey tells him to off himself, I’m not kidding. It’s fucking dark.

He belittles Connor for lots of personal struggles in his life, mixed relationships, family troubles etc etc. This does drive him to the point of driving away and going to drive off a bridge.

At this point, everyone’s stuck in a rut, trying to work out how to stop Flowey. With his manipulative torture to Noelle and Connor and even Spamton at points, it all seems downhill from there.

The story reaches a point where Connor has driven to the bridge and is about to drive off it. He is stopped by his father who was also once in his position, but otherwise he is deterred from the su1c1d3 and with a few very heart wrenching… very real moments, he is saved and Flowey is unable to get the soul.

At this point with Flowey defencless and unable to take what he wants, the morals are questioned whether he should be killed or not due to his destructive behavior and unwillingness to cope with even his own mental state. (Always the question in Undertale you have to ask yourself lmao)

Anywho, he’s spared, tucks a tantrum and everything is okay at least for now. That’s as narrowed down as of the plot as I could go without getting too into detail. It’s already a lot to take in, but trust me, it’s definitely worth the read, especially if you’re a a Spamton fan, not even necessarily a hardcore one or someone who has the hots for him (I’m not here to judge). Otherwise, his character is featured a lot and has a lot of character growth and moments, so you definitely want to be willing to put up with him if you’re not that big of a Spamton fan.

Now for the highlights-

These are the scenes that really stood out to me-

Obviously there are spoilers ahead-

Spamton’s “final” words-

The entirety of the fanfiction (and a lot of the canon game too) Spamton has the desire to get to what he calls “Heaven” which he actually means the light world. In context of this story, Noelle explains to him that heaven is actually the afterlife and that to get there you actually have to die first. So when this scene happened, I did not expect to get so emotional. At one point Spamton becomes so badly injured that he practically shuts down (though us the reader assumes he dies at that point.) The words he utters while dying are some of the saddest dialogue I’ve read of this puppet man. He dyingly utters something about “you said that you go to heaven after you die?” In smiling anticipation. With the eerie but in this case bittersweet quote “You said that in heaven everything is fine..” “Well, I think I’m going to be just fine” And it seems like he goes limp for a moment, smiling with his last breath. At that point I really thought they were going to kill him off… I’m glad they didn’t though.

Connor’s mental struggles-

The scene of the attempted ‘you-know-what’ really hit me hard, especially when the dad tried to go over and reason with him. Something personal about me is that a while ago (I legitimately don’t remember if it was last year or not) I was in a state of deep deep depression and it got to a point where I was having some very very dark thoughts and pondering, so my mother rushed me to hospital and we stayed there all day and almost all night (came home at midnight, it was so fucking boring at the hospital) But anyway, that close call, though not as physically revealing as it was more of a silent not-yet act, it was still a huge worry that rocked my world and having been in that kind of mental headspace was reminiscent of what was happening to Connor, though his a little more extreme than mine at the time.

Now I don’t know for sure and I’ll be very worried, if this player is a self insert or not… because thatis very worrying and I hope they got help if it is. It’s a very aware take on that kind of close-call situation and it was very hearthwrenching to read (though I am in a bit of a better mental state at the moment so I could read through without getting too overwhelmed).

Yet another Spamton moment-

Spamton and power of friend ship-

Near the ending, a few of the characters are locked out and Spamton uses a “Pipis” yes, that Pipis to gain the determination to form NEO again. That’s when he goes after Flowey with the others. Then when the day is saved and Flowey is locked up, Spamton is actually able to fly like NEO and is assumed to have finally been free, even announcing that he doesn’t want to see heaven anymore because he has friends in his life. “Light of his life” as he puts it sweetly. But soon after his body shrinks back to his normal size and he becomes his usual puppet self again.

During this moment, he loses all hope and confidence in himself. But instead of leaving him to wallow in self hate, Noelle gives him a hug which warmed my heart (it reminds me of Steven Universe, that same sappy love friendship story I just adore from beginning to end)

Every moment with Queen-

I’m sorry about this again but I cannot love Queen enough, her dialogue is so good and her character just perfect.

The Addison breaks-

Now this one wasn’t a happy moment, but it was very memorable for me.

A scene in which Kris (still controlled by Connor) at an earlier moment knocks over the frozen pink Addison in front of Spamton who previously was glaring at the Addison in hatred due to what they did to him . It shatters into pieces all over the floor. This stuns Noelle and horrifies Spamton, but when Susie and Ralsei confront them about what happened, Kris points fingers at Spamton, and Noelle is too afraid to tell the truth, seeing as Spamton is always the red herring candidate for blaming due to his sketchy past, this a real troubling moment in the story, but to me one of the most memorable and shocking moments.

Cons (not really)-

If I had to give any criticism (however tiny) to the story the only real things I have to say is-

Some of the dialogue in terms of “she said/he said” is not as descriptive and the word “said” is used a lot, which I have nothing against, it’s just something I sort of couldn’t pin point a character’s tone from just “said” all the time.

Some of the meta commentary is a little on the nose, but I guess that’s the point. I just have a personal bias with meta and that if it gets too deadpool-y it becomes obnoxious to me. That being said, this didn’t borderline irritating or anything, just the smallest things I could find to criticize since I have no real problems with this story.

One thing however- I really wish there was more than just eight chapters even thought it was pretty tied together, I just wish it could’ve gone on a little longer.

Overall this was a great read and I really enjoyed it a lot! Also that minor cliff hanger at the end… not saying they have to, but I wouldn’t mind a sequel or something.

And… I may have almost cried a couple of times, I won’t lie…

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Birthday Message

Wow, this has got to be the shortest thing I’ve written in a long time. I said I’d write something short, and I did! Huzzah! I got the idea from @otp-fanfic-ideas, so check out their blog if you want some cool ideas! I’ll reblog the one I used, shall I?

UsUk fanfic, 2,398 words.

It’s Alfred’s birthday today! Send him a birthday wish to let him know you’re thinking of him!

Yes, Arthur knew it was Alfred’s birthday. He didn’t need a Facebook notification to tell him that it was his crush’s birthday.

Furthermore, Arthur was always thinking of Alfred. Well, not always. That would be creepy and obsessive. Just enough times during the day to confirm that he did indeed have a crush on Alfred.

If he let Alfred know he was thinking of him, Alfred would know he had a huge-ass crush on him.

But Arthur needed to send him a birthday wish. Alfred was the type of guy who regularly updated his Facebook status, tagged people (mostly Arthur and Matthew) in stuff, posted pictures, the like. He’d consider the lack of a Facebook birthday message an insult.

So Arthur had to send him a birthday message.

The only thing was, he didn’t know how. Not literally; he knew what he had to do to post it, he just didn’t know what to write. Usually he just wrote a quick ‘Happy birthday, Alfred!’ and accompanied it with a picture of his favourite superhero or something, but he couldn’t do that on Alfred’s sixteenth! The sixteenth was special, and so the message had to be special!

Plus, there was the fact that Alfred had sent that birthday message that made his heart flutter and made him fall deeper in love.

Happy birthday, Artie! Sixteen now, bro! Just wanted to say that you’re a hella awesome friend and if I didn’t have you in my life it would be duller ‘cause I wouldn’t have your shining sarcasm to brighten it up! Not to mention your intelligence and sharp wit and all that stuff. Also, your writing abilities are mega-awesome and you’ve got the best imagination I’ve ever seen! So, y’know. Have a hella awesome birthday, and I’m really glad you’re my friend!!

Arthur could not send a simple ‘Happy birthday!’.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard, itching to type what he really wanted to say. He really wanted to tell Alfred what a brilliant person he was; tell him just how seeing his dazzling smile made Arthur’s day better; tell him how his laugh was wonderfully infectious, if loud and obnoxious; tell him about how addictive his shining optimism and hyperactivity were; tell him how his outrageous ideas were simply testament to how much of a genius he was; tell him that he was amazing in every sense of the word.

But that would be the same as typing ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALFRED DID YOU KNOW I HAVE A MASSIVE CRUSH ON YOU?’.

So, no.

Sighing in frustration, he procrastinated by finding a good picture of Captain America that he could edit into a Happy Birthday e-card, and then once he found one he procrastinated even more by editing it. And this involved finding a suitable background, painstakingly cutting out the image of Steve Rogers, choosing the right colours and the right font, laying it out correctly, all of which took him an hour to do in total.

An hour later he had a perfect e-card, but no message.

Look, just write something which sounds like something you’d say!

Yeah, but do I use real me or hiding-a-crush me?

Use hiding-a-crush you, for God’s sake! Unless you want to tell him how you feel, which I REALLY don’t recommend. He’s gay, but not gay for you.

Shut up, I don’t need you to remind me!

Scowling, Arthur went back onto Facebook. Conversations with himself surrounding his crush always ended like that, with himself reminding him that he had no chance with Alfred. The boy was cheery, optimistic, sunny, dazzling. Why on Earth would he ever want to burden himself down with Arthur’s cynicism, pessimism, sarcasm, and bluntness? Being Alfred’s love was only a fantasy. A shining, brilliant fantasy.

After debating for about five minutes on what to write, he finally typed in something, uploaded his e-card, and hit send.

Arthur Kirkland > Alfred Foster Jones Happy birthday, wanker. Now you’re sixteen years closer to death.

Satisfied, he switched off his laptop and began messing around on his phone, listening to music and scrolling through Tumblr and whatnot, his mind on other things. In a few hours he’d be going to Alfred’s and the two would be going to the ice-skating rink for his party, along with a few of their other friends who they’d meet there. He couldn’t wait to go to Alfred’s house, to sit with him on the bus, to skate with him, to have Alfred hold his hands as he taught Arthur how to skate, to fall into Alfred’s arms when he would end up tripping...

His notification tone rang out, effectively snapping him out of his wonderful daydream. Irritated, he checked his messages, and scoffed. Turned out it was Francis who’d texted him. Francis was his best friend, but he still didn’t approve of being texted by him when he was in the middle of imagining how Alfred’s strong arms would feel around him.

-Arthur what kind of birthday message was THAT

Arthur stared in confusion before he remembered that everyone could see his birthday message, not just Alfred.

-A fine one. Why do you ask?

-Arthur that was anything but fine you have a CRUSH on this boy why are you like this

Arthur scowled. A few months ago (on Arthur’s birthday, incidentally), Francis had figured out the object of Arthur’s affections when he’d caught sight of Arthur smiling and blushing uncontrollably in response to Alfred’s birthday message, and now he’d taken it upon himself to be his Romantic Advisor. His ‘advice’, however, always seemed to be along the lines of ‘hint until he figures it out’.

-Well, I’m not exactly going to give him a sappy message, am I? He’ll KNOW I like him if I do that!

-Mon DIEU Arthur! You’ll scare him off at this rate!

-Pfft, Alfred knows I wish him well. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have stayed my friend all these years, would he? Honestly, I think sending a heartfelt message would scare him more.

-You are hopeless

Another notification tone rang out, and Arthur pulled down the drop-down menu to read it.

Alfred Foster Jones commented on your picture.

His birthday message popped up, and Arthur felt a little nervous as he scrolled to see what Alfred had said. Despite his words to Francis, there was still the small chance Alfred might take offence, especially considering the sweet birthday message he’d given Arthur.

Alfred Foster Jones Haha love ya too british bastard 😂

Arthur let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, and grinned like an idiot. Alfred hadn’t taken offence, and had even realised that he held him close to his heart.

He’d even said ‘love ya too’.

Arthur hid his face in his hands and did his best to refrain from gleefully jumping up and down, knowing he’d get all four of his brothers coming into his room and being nosy if he did so. So he contented himself with reading the comment over and over again (concentrating especially on the ‘love ya too’ part).

About five minutes later, Arthur’s notification tone rang out again, alerting him to a text that turned out to be from Alfred.

-Dude?

-You there?

Arthur hastened to respond. He didn’t much mind texts from Alfred.

-Yes, why?

The next text made his breath hitch and eyes go wide.

-Francis kinda told me you like me

Arthur felt himself burn with both anger and embarrassment. On the first day Francis had brought up his knowledge of Arthur’s crush Arthur had very explicitly told him not to tell Alfred. And what had the fucker done? God, Alfred probably thought him some sort of weirdo freak now. He wouldn’t want Arthur round at his house anymore, he would probably act awkward and uncomfortable around him now, they’d grow apart instead of closer –

-Wait wait wait dont go and chew francis out!!

Arthur scowled – that was exactly what he’d been planning on doing.

-Why ever should I not? The bastard frog’s embarrassed me.

-Cause youre gonna thank him!

He blinked, and furrowed his eyebrows. Was Alfred saying... What Arthur thought he was saying? Or was Arthur reading too far into it?

-What a ludicrous notion.

-Nah nah nah, its not ludicrous at all!

-Cause, er...

Arthur waited, his heart in his mouth. There was no way – Alfred couldn’t –

-I kinda like you too, Artie.

Alfred could.

Arthur’s eyes widened and a giddy, deliriously happy feeling took hold of him, making his heart beat a million times a minute and making him feel like he was soaring high above the world. He stared at the message until it was ingrained into his memory, not quite believing his luck.

Alfred liked him back.

These two years of desperately wanting Alfred to be his wasn’t for nothing, because Alfred liked him back.

-Artie?? You stil there??

-Yes.

The amount of restraint it took to not keyboard-smash an excited response was quite frankly astounding.

-So?

-Whaddaya say?

-*’What do [I] say’ to what?

-Pfft, grammar nerd 😝

-Anyway, WHADDAYA say to me asking you out?

Oh God.

Was Alfred trying to make him spontaneously combust with joy?

If he’d needed self-restraint before, he needed ten times the amount now. For God’s sake, Alfred had just asked Arthur out! Day after day Arthur had constructed scenarios in which they confessed to each other, but not once had it crossed his mind that it may actually have ended up happening.

Act cool, Arthur. Don’t freak him out.

-I say that’s a wonderful idea, and I’m inclined to respond with a ‘yes’.

Not two seconds later Alfred called him, and Arthur pressed ‘Accept’ only to be met with Alfred’s loud American voice screaming down the phone.

“OHMIGOD WE’RE DATING ARTIE WE’RE DATING HOLY SHIT YOU’RE MY BOYFRIEND OHMIGOD OHMIGOD OHMIGOD!”

Arthur could practically hear the wide smile stretched across Alfred’s face. What he wouldn’t give to see it...

“How long have you liked me?” Alfred asked excitedly. “It’s been ten months for me, ever since we went to Alton Towers together.”

“Tch, amateur,” Arthur said, although Alfred’s words made his heart go aflutter. Ten months. For ten months Alfred had liked him. However small a time that was compared to how long Arthur had been yearning for Alfred, it still made him smile uncontrollably. “Try two years.”

“Two years?!” He exclaimed. “How the heck did you survive?! I was going crazy with ten months!”

“You learn a few tricks, I guess. Namely, just act how you acted before developing the attraction.” God, Arthur didn’t know how he was keeping himself so calm when all he wanted to do was jump around with joy.

“I think it’s a good thing that I couldn’t hide it well, though,” Alfred mused.

“How come?”

“Well, Francis found me out. That’s why he told me that you like me, ‘cause he knew about five months ago that I like you. Oh, he also told me to tell you that the only reason he told me that you like me is because – er, what was it – oh, because you weren’t ever going to get the ball rolling, so he had to... Or something.”

It was surprising that Arthur even understood that.

He laughed, not having the will to be irritated at Francis anymore. The bloke had literally just gotten Arthur and Alfred to date – being annoyed at him would be criminal.

“Thank God you wear your heart on your sleeve, hm? I didn’t know how much longer I could take it,” Arthur said. Then, a thought suddenly struck him. “Oh, and I actually do wish you a happy birthday, by the way! I just... I wanted to give you a special message like you did for me, but I didn’t know how to go about it without revealing anything.”

“Oh yeah, that!” Alfred laughed in his wonderful way on the other side of the phone. “I knew you meant well, dude! And it was kinda cute.”

Arthur knew his face was beet red by this point, and he muttered, “Sh-shut up, it wasn’t cute.”

“Pfft, yeah it was! Anyway,” he said before Arthur could protest, “seeing as how we’re now boyfriend and boyfriend, do – d’ya wanna come round to mine now instead of later? If you’ve got other things to do that’s totally fine of course, I just wondered if-“

“Alfred,” Arthur interrupted, grinning. Alfred was a confident bloke, but it seemed that romantic stuff could turn him into a nervous wreck. Now that’s cute.

“I’d love to, Alfred.”

“C-cool!” He could sense that Alfred was relieved. “So, heh, I guess I’ll see you soon?”

“See you,” Arthur said, then hung up, grinning like a lovesick dork at his phone. And then he finally let it all out – all the excitement and euphoria and giddiness just burst out of him as he rolled off his bed and jumped and squealed all over his room, not caring when his brothers came barging in and saw him bouncing up and down like a hyperactive jack-in-the-box.

Alfred was his boyfriend.

His BOYFRIEND.

“What the hell’s gotten into you?” one of his brothers asked, looking truly confused.

“Alfred’s my boyfriend and I’m off to his house so if you don’t mind please get out I need to change, thanks!” Arthur shoved them out and began getting himself ready to go to Alfred’s, the ecstatic feeling not lessening in the slightest.

Ten minutes later he was zipping up his boots when his phone buzzed with a text from Francis.

-So are you going to change your Facebook relationship status yet?

-Alfie has

Arthur couldn’t scowl at Francis meddling in his love life, not after what he’d done.

-I suppose I’ll do it, then. ...Thanks, by the way.

-Always happy to help the romantically-inept 😘

He just knew that Francis was chuckling behind his phone, and so was Arthur. But Francis was right – he should update his relationship status. Alfred was a social media addict, even if Arthur wasn’t.

Arthur Kirkland went from being single to being in a relationship with Alfred Foster Jones.

Less than a minute later his phone buzzed again, this time with a Facebook notification.

Alfred Foster Jones And I couldn't be happier!! 😆

Arthur smiled.

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