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jade-of-mourning · 4 months

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sorry sometimes i think about mako and my heart hurts so much. this kid raised himself and his brother on the streets in homelessness and utter poverty from eight through fifteen, promptly after seeing the violent death of his mother and father. he turned to the triple threats because they couldn't survive as a pair of wretched kids without any adult support, and the environment forced him to turn into the exact character that killed his parents in a terrible twist of irony. and after sheer-fucking-luck hits and they aren't homeless anymore, their livelihood wavers on the outcome of what's a literally game to everyone but them; and after things are finally starting to look up and their team is going places and things just might be okay, his gradually stabilizing world unceremoniously expands and everything goes to shit.

and the city that chewed him up and spat him back out, ruined him as a child and took away his ability to stay afloat in a true sense of normalcy as an adult — when it's on the verge of destruction and falling to pieces before his eyes, he gives himself to save it with the full expectation to die. he went from the kid who didn't and couldn't care about anything outside of himself and his brother, to finding redemption for his younger self in his police work despite its injustice against him, to willingly sacrificing himself to a world that had never loved him.

he's a desperate people pleaser, socially and emotionally stunted for the adult he had to be as a kid, unable to navigate interpersonal relationships easily yet still trying his damned hardest. he's intensely and entirely devoted to the things that matter to him and for so long it was only him, bolin, and ensuring their survival — yet by the end, that devotion has expanded to protecting the rest of the world. he starts out entirely self-reliant and ends in trusting the people he cares about to know their own needs, to be able to take care of themselves, to be okay without him despite having spent so much of his life defined by his role in others' well-being.

just. what the fuck i'm such a big fan of this fictional guy and i'm unashamed about it at this point. also let him cry please (if you won't i'll do it i'll let him cry)

#lychee's brain trash #mako lok #mako tlok #sorry for the shitpost i don't do a lot of those i realize #how tf did this guy not had a massive break down in canon at any point #nd like;; he never shows resentment for the unfairness of it all #he doesn't ever use his past to excuse any of his choices/actions that are influenced by it #which is pretty intrinsically linked to his relationship fumbles #he just quietly holds himself accountable and probably mildly despises himself haha #as much as i don't care for the love triangle it really does make complete sense in accordance to his backstory #anyway this is just a roundabout way of me expressing my salt at people writing him off as a malicious asshole lol #i literally cannot articulate the intense complex things his conjured up existence makes me feel #this does not even scratch the surface there is SO MUCH #i need to actually write the fifty fics that exist to my brain otherwise all these thoughts will never see the sun #trust that one day the avatar!mako au will emerge from my drafts;;;#and. you know. that one shot i've had in wip for the past 2.5 years #and the four other oneshots that will probably never be converted into actual words

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jtl-fics · 1 year

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Fluent Freshman - Part 21

“What made you think taking on a mafia hitman was a good idea?” Andrew asks as he and FF were positioning themselves the best the could for an ambush on Romero.

Since, they APPARENTLY had time to talk.

Romero had gotten the text Andrew had sent him and INSTEAD of coming out right away to progress the whole SCHEME to kidnap and murder Andrew’s Junkie like any sensible goon Romero went to the BAR. Romero went to the Bar to get him and Jackson a round of CELEBRATORY drinks. Romero is still there at the bar waiting to be served by an INCREDIBLY nervous Roland if the number of exclamation marks and puking emojis is to be believed.

What the FUCK is there to celebrate?

These two idiots want to kidnap NEIL and so far the only thing Romero knows (thinks) that they’ve caught are two people that Neil would come for but even in Andrew’s text he’d been clear that he needed help getting ‘The boyfriend and the new friend’ to talk let alone getting them to call ‘The Wesninski Brat’ out. Andrew had hated typing the name in reference to Neil but it was the only thing the two ever referred to him as in their chats.

Is it some insane mental game that Romero thought he and Jackson were going to play on Andrew and Smith? Toasting to their torture so they’d give up Neil? Who knows.

He realizes that FF hasn’t answered him, his eyes focused on the door when Andrew’s thoughts had drifted. A reliable guy, steady in a pinch, and focused like most the others weren’t.

(Andrew does not know that FF is thinking about how one would go about becoming a Mafia Hitman. What is that career path like? Do they show up at job fairs? Do you get a job as a short order cook at a business that acts as a front and see to much but you’re also the only one that knows the secret spaghetti recipe the boss likes so you have to sign yourself to the family? Are you out doing your own freelance crime and someone higher up sees your work one day and literally head hunts you? Is it like in Saw where you survive an ordeal and then-)

“Smith?” Andrew draws FF’s attention away from the door.

“I didn’t think it was a good idea at any point.” FF says and Andrew is surprised by the admission and is more surprised by the twist of FF’s lips into a frown, “I just did what I thought I needed to do.” He adds.

(Andrew does not know that the twist of FF’s lips has more to do with the fact that he is realizing that Romero likely STILL has not washed his hands. Romero hasn’t washed his hands and he is going to hand Jackson a DRINK with those hands. Ugh. Honestly a contract killer AND someone who doesn’t wash his hands? Who RAISED him? What does his grandma think of this? FF hopes she’s disappointed in him.)

“You thought you needed to lure a hitman into an alley?” Andrew asks because the plan is stupid even if so far it has worked out for FF. The fact that Romero hadn’t just come out when he sent Jackson the signal is only due to FF’s good luck and their stupidity.

“I didn’t have a lot of time to think up anything more than the first plan I thought of. I saw him looking at Nicky on the dance floor.” FF says with another twist of his lips as he self-consciously rubbed at his cheek. It’s never fun to have someone who has time to pick apart a plan that you barely had time to form. Andrew can understand the irritation and is glad that FF isn’t lashing out at him for it.

(Andrew does not know that FF is not irritated he is just remembering that he had held up his broken toilet bowl phone to his face to pretend call Captain Neil. He’s contemplating asking if Andrew maybe possibly has a wet wipe? Actually the murder van probably has bleach to clean up evidence, maybe he can just dip his face in there for like a minute.)

“Don’t use a plan where you martyr yourself. I already have to deal with Neil’s bullshit tendencies.” Andrew says instead of thanking him. “You should have just called me.” He says.

FF just holds up his phone, “Dropped into a club toilet. Completely unusable.” He says and yeah that makes sense. FF would have probably just texted Andrew but coming out and seeing a hitman going after Nicky probably made it impossible for the freshman to go get help without drawing all the attention to himself first if he wanted to make sure Nicky stayed safe.

Still.

“You dropped it into a toilet? You haven’t even had anything tonight.” He says because that clumsiness is not something he expects from FF.

“You try taking a pee next to someone on the FBI’s most wanted list and see how dry your palms remain when he’s talking about grabbing one of Captain Neil’s friends to lure him out.” He says with a brow raised.

That’s fair.

He figures that Romero hadn’t even noticed FF standing there. FF was incredibly good at just making himself unnoticeable (to Andrew’s occasional great annoyance and to Kevin’s great desire to study him for Exy related purposes).

“You recognized him?” He asks.

FF’s gaze slides to him, “I looked up a lot about the Foxes after I signed.” FF answers before his gaze slides back to the door. Roland had just texted Andrew that he’s getting Romero’s drinks ready (Two bud lites. Those are the celebratory drinks he waited for?? Embarrassing.) “I really looked up to Captain Neil. So, I read a lot more about him than anyone else.” FF admits but the fact that FF looked up to Neil was not in any way shape or form a secret.

FF was the only one who was ALWAYS paying attention to whatever Neil was saying and never argued with it. Even Andrew tended to just get lost in the sound of Neil’s voice when he’s going over Exy plays and not actually listen to the plan. FF’s eyes were always right on Neil and his actions on the court showed that he had been paying attention and knew what he was doing. Kevin also listened but he tended to fight Neil on the finer details of plays, strategy or anything else. FF was the one who would just nod and do his part in whatever possible play Neil had broken down for them.

FF was also categorically incapable of referring to Neil as anything other than Captain Neil.

Neil had bristled early on at it. He had thought it was a mocking title, something FF was saying to rile him up because that’s what Freshman Foxes did. That’s what Freshman Foxes always do. FF slid into the team without a whisper of rebellion and it hadn’t taken long to realize that FF was using the title with sincerity even if his monotone did not perfectly convey that.

It’d been that sincerity and that ease that had FF be the only option he’d considered when Bee said he should consider expanding his friend pool.

So if FF looked a little deeper into Neil’s past and sees Neil’s part in it as something to respect, something to admire?

Well, he personally thought he always had great taste in people. (He ignores the voice in his head that sounds like Nicky complaining about Kevin still not knowing German despite it being the family language.)

“You sure you don’t want one of my knives or the knife Jackson had?” It was pretty big and Andrew didn’t think it would work well with his general style but maybe FF could use it somehow. He was uneasy that FF was going into this fight unarmed. FF still hadn’t talked about how he’d taken out Jackson when the man had a knife like that.

“Do I look like Crocodile Dundee to you?” FF asks with a raised eyebrow and Andrew has to pause a moment for the movie to load into his brain before he offers an amused quirk of his own lips.

FF is a funny guy.

His phone dings. “He’s on his way.”

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Aside from thinking about how nice the conversation he was having with his friend Andrew (his friend! His friend Andrew! God how is he going to admit to Gran that Andrew was never planning on stabbing him? She threatened to come over and square off with the ‘mean young man’ bullying him. He’s gotta go grab the makings for a secondary pie to even start to make up for this. Maybe Andrew would prefer a cobbler? He should ask his friend his preferences.) he was thinking about how he really wished they hadn’t had a cut away from Gracie Hart showing all the various forms of self defense she knows in the movie.

He had no idea if he could do a repeat performance of S.I.N.G. with Romero.

It’d be nice to have a few more things in his repertoire because all he has is striking Romero with the heel of his hand in the nose, getting grabbed from behind to throw him over his shoulder (which what if Romero is shorter than him? How will THAT work. Gracie Hart guide my steps!), and of course S.I.N.G.

If he survives this he might write a letter to the writer.

The door opens and honestly FF and Andrew agreed that surprise and speed were going to be their best weapons. The two of them go in for a full body tackle but Romero must just be a higher class goon than Jackson was since he manages to body them away. The door shuts which is mostly what they wanted anyways. Romero can’t go back in and grab someone to use as a shield.

He sees Andrew pull out his knives and now FF realizes that any level of threatening Andrew had done before must have mostly been in jest or just as intimidation. When Andrew wants to stab someone it’s obvious that he’s aiming to stab them.

Romero manages to parry Andrew’s first stab with a move that FF had seen on the ‘how to handle someone coming at you with a knife’ videos. FF sees Romero go in to bash one of the Bud Lite bottles over Andrew’s head so he launches his water bottle at Romero’s hand. The bottle falls and shatters harmlessly on the ground.

He kicks Romero’s other hand since the water bottle bought him time to get close. “You fucking brat!” Romero hisses.

He sees Romero reaching for something at the same time Andrew is going in for the second round of stabbing. Romero dodges out of the way but FF can see what might actually for real be an entire gun concealed in his jacket.

He can see Romero going for it. Sees the same smile on his face he’d seen inside as his hand wraps around the handle.

FF doesn’t think.

FF doesn’t think because if he does he’ll freeze.

So FF acts.

“Gun!” He yells and runs full force tackling Romero as hard as he can but unfortunately he tackles Romero into Andrew.

The three of them grapple on the ground. It’s hard to keep track of what limb is who’s and he’s pretty sure he’s accidentally hit Andrew a few times instead of Romero but he’s also pretty sure that Andrew punched him in the stomach so he thinks they’re equal. Finally FF gets a hand on the gun that Romero had been trying to get the safety off of and he knocks it out of Romero’s hand. “You kids will-“

Romero doesn’t get to say anything else because Andrew manages to land a punch right to his jaw that has Romero go limp under the two of them. They look at one another and Andrew manages to pull the handcuffs they’d purloined out of the Van while they were waiting off of the belt loop they were hooked onto and gets them around Romero’s wrists.

They stare down at the second unconscious man on the FBI’s most wanted list in the alley.

Then they roll off of him and onto their backs. Both of them wheezing from a combination of exertion, adrenaline, and (at least in FF’s case) a fair amount of pain (Christ Andrew packs a PUNCH his stomach is already sensitive. It’s a miracle that punch hadn’t made him puke.)

“That was…so stupid.” Andrew pants.

“Yeah probably.” FF admits.

They lay there for about a minute and FF thinks that maybe someone will need to carry him because his stomach is KILLING HIM with all this.

“Alright let’s-“

Andrew is sitting up and looking at him when he stops talking.

FF doesn’t really know what the issue is but starts to sit up, “Don’t you DARE.” Andrew hisses and FF finds himself being pushed back down to the ground to lay flat. ��Don’t move Smith.” He demands and is pulling his phone out of his pocket as he keeps a hand on FF’s shoulder.

FF doesn’t really understand what’s got Andrew so upset all the sudden. “Andrew, what’s-“ he tries to sit up again. Is there a third person and Andrew wants him to keep down? There’s not really cover here they should move towards the dumpster maybe?

“Smith, I told you to not move.” Andrew hisses before whoever he’s calling seems to pick up. “I need police and an ambulance. We’re at Eden’s Twilight in the back alley.” He looks to FF, “What’s your blood type?” He asks.

FF has NO idea.

“I don’t know.” He answers and Andrew makes a disgusted sound. “Andrew, what’s-“

Then he sees it.

He doesn’t quite get how he missed it before now.

“Huh.” He hears himself say.

That’s Andrew’s knife handle sticking out of his stomach.

It appears that Andrew Minyard may have stabbed him in the stomach.

“Well, that’s about what I expected.” He says and lets his head rest against the pavement.

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#Fluent Freshman AU #He was RIGHT all along.#The Cassandra of Anxiety #He just kind of had no idea that it would be an accident #Vote now on FF's blood type #I will just say this now that this is not going to be a story where FF dies and Andrew's upset #This is me thinking that this is kind of a funny way for this night to end considering everything #If FF had a phone he would absolutely text his gran on the ambulance ride over #FF: SO I WAS BOTH COMPLETELY WRONG AND RIGHT #FF: Andrew wants to be my friend but due to bizarre circumstances he sure did accidentally stab me tonight #FF: BTW do YOU know my bloodtype? Because the nice EMT lady keeps asking me if I'm sure I don't know.#But FF doesn't have a phone so maybe he drifts a lil closer to the afterlife for a comedic reunion with great gran #GG: You're going to be okay. There's no way you'll die in a fight against a man who doesn't wash his hands #FF: I'm scared to check the state of his skin behind his ears.#GG: Exactly #AFTG #AFTG Fic #AFTG AU #AFTG OC #My Fic #Let's see if you all can find all the various lil jokes that I've made knowing that THIS #THIS is how this night was always gonna end for FF #I've gotten a kick out of putting them in #FF - Pt.21

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crimetimesteadicam · 3 months

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i'm still rotating a luzeni fic around in my brain. i want it very manga-like to the point of direct parody, like a "this was translated by tokyopop" parody, with japanese onomatopoeia and everything. but should i make the panels read right-to-left too? i super don't know, haha. pwease vote. here's the title page for the fic as a little treat:

#lupin iii #like all good lupin iii manga title pages this has next to nothing to do with the content of the fic and is in a completely different style #if it's right to left i will make a tokyopop STOP! YOU'RE READING THE WRONG WAY page or something lmao

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idk-bruh-20 · 1 year

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Irondad fic ideas #129

In an AU where everything is the same except Tony survived the snap in Endgame, MJ and Ned are both very aware that something is up with their memories. Huge, overlapping chunks of their lives are gone. And Spider-Man has something to do with it.

The only public figure Spider-Man has ever been closely associated with is Tony Stark. In need of answers, and not the types to just let something like this go, the kids hack and heist their way somehow onto Tony Stark's secret lake house property. It's weird that no alarms go off when they get close, but they manage it. They're about to knock, when Tony Stark, savior of the universe, opens the door.

He does not look great. Aside from the general post-battle healing and the fact that they have literally caught him at home, there's just something...off. It doesn't take long for them to realize that it's the same thing that's off with them, too.

Something important has been taken from all of their lives. Someone.

After Tony calms down from his initial freak-out, MJ and Ned (though mostly MJ) manage to convince him pretty quickly. The fact that FRIDAY never alarmed because they're in her system already is a huge point to their side.

And, the fact that he agrees with them. He survived the battle, everything should be fine. But something is so, very wrong. He's grieving someone he doesn't even know.

So, a new team is born. A trio united to find their shared missing person, the eraser mark in their memories none of them can bear to lose, all for different reasons.

They don't have much to go on, but Tony agrees with them on one thing: Spider-Man is involved somehow. And that's a good place to start.

#irondad fic ideas #banging pots and pans: hurt/COMFORT fic hurt/COMFORT fic dON'T FORGET THE COMFORT #peter needs hugs in so many different categories #best friend hugs gf hugs and dad hugs are literally the bare minimum required for my soul #irondad and spiderson #nwh fix-it #peter parker #tony stark #michelle jones #ned leeds #spideychelle #ironfam #just imagine that ned and mj rock up to the stark cabin during their winter break #like they tell their families they're going camping or smth and end up spending an entire two weeks of frantic holidays w The Stark Family #even better when they all get their memories back and that family is finally COMPLETE #and then when it's time to go back to the city #ned is just like:#flash will NEVER believe us #irondad fic idea #spider-man no way home #additional clues that mj happens to notice in Tony Stark's house:#a teenage boy's BEDROOM. a desk in stark's private lab labeled The Kid's.#btw tony & mj are two sides of the same fake stone cold bitch #if either of them were going to crack open the emotions in front of strangers those strangers would be each other #just something to think about #tony: you loved him. the person we're looking for is your boyfriend #mj: the person we're looking for is your son #queueueueue

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gideonisms · 10 months

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look as someone who has read 4 acts of homestuck + a plot summary of the rest + some fic, gideon is not thinly veiled dave strider they're simply not the same character. "Ianthe is vriska" yeah well ianthe is also nanami from utena but no one's talking about that !!

#i also don't think the majority of tlt fans find hs cringey. personally i just couldn't remember enough events at a time to follow the plot #it's my white whale one day i will get all the way through but anyway #i don't think even muir's fic is completely derivative in fact sometimes i question how derivative fic in general actually is #of the particular canons #because it often seems to rely more on common tropes and themes specific to fic as a genre #one of the multiple genres muir draws from certainly not the only one

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fabbyf1 · 11 months

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It Ain't My Fault (That I'm Out Here Gettin' Loose)

“You’d look much better in navy,” Max said, wiggling his eyebrows.

And... huh.

It wasn’t the first time Max had made that joke, but something about it now was different. Maybe it was because he was coming down from his orgasm, or because they were in Austria, or... perhaps it was because he just really loved Max.

But he found himself saying, “Okay.”

OR: The one where a blowjob turns into a life-altering decision. It was always going to happen in Austria.

Part VI of The Warming Verse.

Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen | 7.2k | Read on AO3

moodboard 📸 created by the beautiful @simplysimplylovely

#surprise??#i'm so unhinged today #i wrote this all in one sitting #why do i do this #DANDO WAS TAKING TOO LONG AND I NEEDED TO WRITE & COMPLETE SOMETHING TO FEEL ALIVE OKAY???#also... lestappen in austria always has me feeling some type of way....#and this is actually max's fault because he was unhinged af in the press conference #myfic #F1 Fanfic #Lestappen #F1 RPF #Fic Rec #AO3 #F1 Fic Rec

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sysig · 6 months

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Delusions (Patreon)

"Could I have your hand, sir?" Max didn't move, which Dexter was, sadly, getting used to.

"Sir?" Max jerked, then turned and stared at him, lost and blank. "Your hand, please."

Max's hand lifted shakily, and he laid it gently in Dexter's upturned palm. Dexter gave a quick and quiet "thank you," then turned it over in his own hand, observing him closely.

Too closely - his knuckles were rough and his fingernails were dull and cracked in places. His once-soft, not-a-day-in-his-life-subjected-to-hard-labour hands were now, already, toughened and split and scarred in places, especially the heel of his palm. He turned it over again, this time to stop looking so intensely. He had only wanted to give it a cursory glance to begin with.

"Do you know what I see, sir?" he asked as conversationally as he could manage, running his fingers along Max's abused flesh. He seemed to be at least half paying attention, his eye gazing down between them, and he'd occasionally twitch, encouragingly Dexter thought. He seemed to want to curl around him, then stopped and shook, his hand squeezing into a fist. Dexter coaxed him back out, encouraged him to hold himself lightly.

"What do you see?" He was almost startled by Max actually continuing their conversation, that happened so rarely now, shaking and quiet as it was. He took a deep breath, was he really going to do this?

"I see a hand, with five fingers." Max remained quiet, though his brow curled, and a guarded look came into his eye, though he still wasn't looking at Dexter. He felt a pang of guilt, but he had to try. "What do you see?"

Max's eye unfocused and began to water. He looked up, but not enough to reach Dexter's gaze in return, instead staring through his chest, and he felt just as hollow and empty as he must look to him.

"Do you take me for a fool, DAX?" Quiet and as close to angry as he'd heard since they'd been here.

No, not angry.

Betrayed.

He swallowed down the stinging lump at the back of his throat. He had to put on a brave face, had to keep his composure if he wanted Max to get better. That was the only thing he wanted, more than anything.

"Of course not, sir. Genuinely, what do you see?"

Max pulled his hand away and turned his body, his bandaged side facing Dexter. Shutting him out, pointedly. Dexter's empty hand curled into a fist, he was no better.

"Please, don't..." Max took a shallow, shuddering breath, and several beats before he spoke again, even quieter. "Don't ridicule me." Dexter could hear his breath catch, and he wanted nothing more than for this all to just stop.

"Sir, I didn't-"

"I've had enough of that." He shook his head stiffly, the action strange and wrong, like he had forgotten how. He stilled, his head turned even further away. "More than enough."

#Doodles #SCII #Helix #ZEX #Dexter Favin #And a drabble-fic under the cut #I ended up writing that the night after I read - I was a bit too inspired while busy so it's a little on the unfocused side haha #I would've cleaned it but I worry it wouldn't make it out of that stage! Please enjoy it for now <3 #This set is mostly periphery ideas - inspired by events rather than directly shown ♪ I suppose the first two kinda count tho #But they're more directly of the little scene I wrote ouò Poor ZEX </3 #And Dex! He's usually so capable! But he's stretching himself so thin ahh it's hard to watch in the best way #Of course he doesn't want to give ''Max'' over to just anyone - anyone at all really - both of their trusts have bottomed out #But how much could he reasonably care for him in that state? When he's still being actively haunted and most importantly - Not Max #He needs helps he needs support he needs to sleep and shower but a second with his eyes off Max and - then what? He'll immolate from fear #It's hard to imagine him crying but pushed to this extreme? To the thought of losing Max utterly and completely? Hhhhh #I do also just love him being possessive even outside of how terrible the situation is - he's always had his glimpses but this situation #Brings out the worst in him <3 In terrible ways #Really his method is just setting ''Max'' up nearby and prompting him over the sound of the shower like that's not nerve-wracking at all #Like he already doesn't answer half the time if that #As for the mini fic I was really interested in Dex's line about indulging ''Max's'' delusions #Apart from the fact that they're not delusions - not that anyone believes him outside of the Institute - what it means to indulge is weird #I saw one example of how to handle delusions that stuck with me - how not to deny them outright while also not reinforcing them #Since it's not actually helpful to be told ''That isn't Really happening to you'' when to you - to ZEX - it really is! How invalidating #And so rather to take the approach of ''I don't see/feel/hear what you are - I can't find any evidence of it myself'' and extrapolating #Dex taking the approach of ''What reality are you experiencing right now?'' and trying to build from there!#Unfortunately ZEX has already been treated like....well like all that - he's not in the mood for games even well-intentioned ones #He /knows/ he's in a human body. He can feel that and see that and understands that. It doesn't change who - what he /is/#The idea of a completely broken ZEX is so sad to me :( He's so strong and prideful and vivacious - Max really is another him </3 #It's not the same but he was saved from death! To fall into torture... But even despite that I want to see him succeed! As much as he can #Even in that small and shaking way I want to see him be hateful and spiteful - angry. Powerful <3 Fighting ♥

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bittersweetresilience · 2 months

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me reading any fic i wrote more than three weeks ago: HOLY SHIT WHO WROTE THIS?????????????? WHY ISN'T THERE MORE OF IT????????????? 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

#autumn made me post this i love you autumn #🌃#BROUGHT TO YOU BY MY WAY TOO SMALL WOLF 359 FIC HOARD I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT AND AM UTTERLY OBSESSED WITH #going through all 41 fandoms i've written for i'm Doing it again #I AM A MULTIFANDOM LOVER I SHOULD ACT LIKE IT

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aerois · 2 months

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I need a BG3 AU where shortly before turning vampire and losing most of his memories, Astarion fathers a child but never finds out (because, yknow, memory loss).

200 odd years later he’s just barely resisted slitting the throat of some poor youth outside a Nautiloid ship crash only to have said youth, upon hearing his name, practically screech:

“Astarion? Wait… Astarion Acunin? …YOU’RE MY DAD?!”

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion acunin #the dadstarion fic to end all dadstarion fics #dgmw i like romancing astarion but as a completely separate idea this is hilarious #even funnier if the kid holds off on voicing their suspicions immediately #poor Astarion keeps trying to strategically flirt to gaslight gatekeep girlboss his way to safety and Tav is just like 😬😬😬

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camgoloud · 1 year

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one small detail that stood out to me about this latest episode that i haven’t seen anyone else talking about yet is that when the commentators are calling colin “inspiring” and the “man of the match,” they are celebrating him not for actually scoring the goals himself, but for providing the crucial assists to make both of them happen. and i really love that because for me it’s the absolute perfect wrap to his character arc across all three seasons!

like, we know that colin’s job on this team has never been to score goals. in fact i’m pretty sure we’ve never heard about a single goal that he has scored. colin is and always has been a team player, not a star—and we’ve seen that crop up over and over. notably, we’ve seen the fact that he’s not entirely at peace with that crop up over and over: see the way he was affected by nate’s entire holidy-inn-painting monologue, being benched to make room for zava, etc.—like, this is the thing he’s sensitive about! this is where all of his insecurities come from!

but at the SAME TIME it’s also tied very intimately with all his struggles re: hiding his sexuality— “colin’s a chameleon,” etc. it’s fascinating because there’s SO much tension there between colin 1. feeling bad about the fact that he never stands out on the pitch the way some of his teammates do, because of who he is on the team, and 2. feeling like he CAN’T stand out, ever, because of Who He Is As A Person. etc. it’s like. he’s filling this role in the background. he’s afraid he’s not doing it well enough. he’s afraid that what and who he is isn’t good enough and isn’t worthy of recognition. he wishes he were someone different. trying to be someone different in the locker room is clearly making him so unhappy and stressed out. it is All Connected and my thoughts have been doing laps around it at an ever-increasing rate since i watched episode 2.07 ‘headspace’ if not before!

and all of this is why it’s so incredible to me that in the end, colin’s big moment comes from making assists and not goals! because on the one hand i understand the fandom desire for the colin post-coming out glowup that we all knew was coming—to see him, like, ~prove everybody wrong about him~ and inspire people by suddenly becoming a standout player and scoring goals left and right, even though that never used to be his role on the team before. and don’t get me wrong, i was 100% on board that train, and would have loved it for him if that was how it went down in the end, also. i think he should get to score here and there! as a treat! especially now that richmond are playing total football and there’s been so much emphasis placed on how it’s not just jamie/dani/occasionally sam who are making all the goals anymore!

but i don’t know! especially after the events of the last few episodes, there’s something very special to me about getting to see a colin who, rather than becoming someone entirely new in the moments right after coming out, just feels free to become, and be at peace with, the best version of the same self he’s always been. he’s still a team player first and foremost, but now that he’s not as weighed down by the need to chameleon/hide/pretend to be someone he’s not, he’s so much better at it. and everyone sees this! he gets to be celebrated for his contributions within the role he’s always played! he (and everybody else!) finally recognizes the value that he adds to the team just by being himself—fully himself! it resolves all the tension and insecurity that we’ve seen him struggling with this whole time, on every level. and so this moment was genuinely the perfect ending for his journey in my opinion—i’m so so happy that we were tall enough to join him on the ride here, and so excited to see what he does going forward these last few episodes now that some of that pressure is off him <3

#it's like. he doesn't want to be a spokesperson! he shouldn't have to End Homophobia by becoming zava 2.0! in fact it would not be possible #for him to do this even if he DID come out publicly and then became the best goal-scorer the league has ever seen because the people who are #the problem will ALWAYS manage to find something to attack him for no matter what he does #what's important to me and i think to him as well is that he has the confidence in himself that he needs to perform at his own personal best #and that his teammates recognize this and support him the same way he has always supported them both on and off the pitch #and while a part of me would have liked to see a public coming-out arc i completely get why they're not going there. it would be a lot to #tackle and this season is already getting justified criticism for spreading itself too thin #i think it would have been POSSIBLE to do and do well but. it would place a LOT of constraints on the entire rest of the plot #and i do recognize somewhere in the back of my brain that colin is not ACTUALLY the protagonist of this show for most people #so them choosing to take the character in the ‘i don’t want to be a spokesperson’ direction instead makes sense and was handled very well #anyway. one other reason i’m pleased about all of this is that while most of my recent tl fic is no longer canon-compliant as of this week.#i sure did NAIL the happy ending being an assist and not a scored goal. have been thinking these thoughts for WEEKS and i feel so vindicated #ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #colin hughes

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greeenchrysanthemums · 4 months

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#GG rivals au #hermitcraft #These are all very corny and one of them is song title but they were all I could come up with haha #Feel free to suggest something else!#As easy as it would be I simply can't name the fic “GG rivals au” unfortunately #its still not complete by the way!! I'm just getting this out of the way ahead of time

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arom-antix · 11 months

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I will never not be insane for wizards, magic, ice and badass Yuuri

@blended-ice Thank you, besiyr, for indulging me and being just as normal as me about this

Obligatory Viktor reaction:

#for those wondering yes theres lore #we were on something one night and well #wizard yuuri and viktor #also #READ EQUIVALENT EXCHANGE BY WRITINGFROMTHESHADOWS ON AO3 YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT #i swear that fic altered the molecular structure of my brain #anyway about the art #there really isnt much to say its just badass yuuri which is great on principle #listen it's all in the post #thats it #thats all there is to it #but i did try a completely new rendering style where almost everything was just the same layer all the way through #rough sketch refined sketch rendering everything was made by just refining right on top of what was there #the glowing bits are separate because i cant have more than one effect per layer >:[#BUT it was still a very fun way to work and great practice for things to come (o).(o)#also besiyr i will do that design illustration for both and not even a lifetime of projects will stop me #the wizard bois are too important #oh and what is yuuri attacking? you decide #yuri on ice #yoi #yuri on ice fanart #yoi fanart #fanart #art #arom antix art #arom antix #katsuki yuuri #viktor nikiforov

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dayseternal-blog · 5 months

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Summary: The folktale of the Japanese summer festival Tanabata, the story of Orihime’s and Hikoboshi’s love.

Rated M.

Finally updated after 4.5 years for NaruHina Fair, NH Month 2023 Day 8: World Mythology 💝

"The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl" - Chapter 4: With well wishes and prayers

It was gut-wrenching.

He thought that he was already at his worst, at his lowest point, but it didn’t compare to when he heard that Hinata was pregnant.

In fact, really pregnant. It was the talk of the celestial realm. Everyone looked at him with pity.

Each look his way reminded him of his failures. He lost his wife. And now he would never be a father to his child, to his rumored son.

To his children.

When he heard that Hinata had given birth to twins, his heart ached only worse, only harder for his family. He worried incessantly for her health, wishing that he could support her, be there for her, or at least, just once, lay eyes on her and his newborns.

He overheard acquaintances and friends saying that he changed. That he was no longer the vivacious, dependable lord he once was.

He could hardly care less.

There was no one he wanted to see, no one he wanted to talk to, no one he wanted to seek out for comfort and assurance more than his wife. Anyone else would just be someone else, just another awful reminder of what he had lost.

But new hope flooded him when he got the message from Tentei to meet Orihime at the Amanogawa. He let unchecked tears of happiness form and fall, and he rushed to the misty riverbank to wait for her.

When she appeared, he felt out-of-body, his entire existence centered on her distant figure and the precious little lives she held in her arms.

He stood there, still, waiting in restless anticipation. Waiting. Waiting.

Until it became apparent.

That was all he would ever do for her.

Hope mutated into fear.

Then shocked denial.

Into despair.

He watched her collapse to her knees at the riverbank, and he stood there frozen, dull, his eyes the only thing burning with any sort of emotion. The rest of him was empty, as if all else, all vitality, all motivation, had been sucked out of him.

He would never hold her.

He would never hold his children.

He would only get to see them, their vague, small forms. Once a year. For one night.

The Amanogawa would forever separate them.

He closed his burning eyes and yelled out in anguish then, but it was hardly a sound compared to the thundering of the mighty river. He let himself fall to his knees, to forcefully express his misery into the ground with his fists. The Heavenly Sky King was untouchable. He had only himself to blame.

When he finally found the desire to at least burn her distant image into his memory, he was astounded at the sight of thousands of birds gathering at the far bank. His heart skipped, jumping to cautious hope again when he saw her step up on the backs of the birds.

With each step, she gained confidence, until she was running across the magpies’ bridge, desperately rushing to her lover.

She saw the birds keeping her pace, flitting beneath and before her to extend the path to the opposite end.

Midway, her chest burned, her legs felt numb, her arms were tired with the weight of her children, but she refused to stop. She could see the edges of his form sharpening, the blue of his eyes brightening.

She pressed onward until the shout of her name was clearer to her ears than her heavy gasps for air.

Naruto ran to the water’s edge. Once the magpies appeared before him, he didn’t wait, he couldn’t wait.

He exchanged looks with the birds, who invited him forward, and without any more hesitation, he stepped up on their backs to meet her.

“Hinata!” He caught her exhausted form and swept her up as she clutched their children. He kissed her, reveling in the lips he missed so much, in her tired breaths against his cheeks.

“Naruto,” she whispered, her breath on his lips a blessing.

He held her tighter, finding that even her tear-streaked face, her puffy lids, and her pink-stained eyes made a more breathtaking picture than his memories of her.

The magpies returned them to the banks swiftly.

He set his wife down carefully, his arms never fully leaving her, his gaze never leaving his children.

Their eyes were blue, like his. One child’s hair, golden, like his. The other child’s a midnight blue, like Hinata’s.

She passed them to him, and he held them close, their weight filling the holes of his heart.

“Thank you,” Hinata whispered to the magpies as they began to fly away.

He turned to the remaining ones, reminded to express his appreciation. “Thank you,” he called, his voice still hoarse from his earlier cries. “Is there anything I can do to repay you?”

“We wish for nothing other than your happiness and continued love. We will be at your service,” a magpie responded.

Naruto and Hinata exchanged looks of amazement before thanking the magpies once more.

The morning passed swiftly in carefree play. Their children ambled through the fields surrounding Naruto’s home, exploring nature exactly the way Hinata had imagined. Their curious voices rang across the grasses, unchecked babbles of excitement with no one to scold them to behave and be quiet.

Hinata explained the symbolism on their children’s clothing, roadmaps of their little lives so far, and Naruto found he could trace each important milestone, from first steps to first manifestations of holiness, along his wife’s embroidery. She spoke of their routine in the palace, the monotony of their children’s rigorous training and academics despite their young age.

“They don’t get to play?” he asked, incredulous and disturbed.

“Oh, they do, but it’s not enough…They have too much energy for the caretakers to handle, and my father…Tentei, he has me working so much, I cannot take them out of the palace often enough...”

The shadows across Naruto’s face lightened at the sound of their children’s bubbling laughter. He picked them up, bouncing them in his arms to their absolute glee, and walked them across the field to his grazing cattle.

Hinata watched with bated breath as Naruto introduced their children to his famed herd.

Having never seen any of the heavenly beasts before, they adored their father’s cattle with wide eyes, eager petting, and affectionate hugs. The gentle beasts allowed them to sit on their backs as they grazed and wandered around the field.

By the end of lunchtime, both children preferred their father’s strong arms and broad chest to rest against than their mother’s slight frame. They fell asleep that way, snuggled into his body.

With ease, Naruto laid them down in his bed, and Hinata kneeled close to admire them with him.

He sighed, heart heavy with love and sorrow. “Thank you, Hinata, for raising them so well. They’re beautiful. They’re perfect. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I couldn’t be with you all this time.”

She leaned her head against his arm, humming her disagreement. “I’m sorry, too, Naruto-kun, that we haven’t been here with you.”

He turned to hold her better, and they kissed their tears away, murmuring how much they had missed each other and renewing their promises of devotion. Moving to a nearby room, they gave outlet to their frustration, longing, and adoration in intimate, warm embrace. Tracing and relearning each other’s shapes and comfort, they held and moved with each other eagerly, desperately, then tenderly.

In the remaining moments of their children’s nap, and with Hinata snuggled into his side, Naruto brought up the delicate issue he could sense was weighing on his wife’s mind. “I’m sure you’ve considered this…would you let me have them?”

She nodded, tears already refilling her eyes despite how she had mentally prepared. “It would be better for them. I’ve never seen them so relaxed.”

He thumbed away the silent tears damp on her cheeks. “You would let me take them on my journeys across the star plains?”

“I trust you.”

He pressed his forehead to hers gently, breathing her in. “I promise to take care of them. I’ll teach them everything I know.”

“I know you’ll take care of them,” she whispered. “There’s so much more for them here than in the palace.”

“They won’t have you, though. They’ll miss you.” He looked into his wife’s eyes, the ones that had enamored him from the moment he saw her. “I’ll miss you,” he murmured.

“Mm, I’ll miss you. I’ll miss them.” Her breath shook, her voice choked with suppressed tears, yet she found her thoughts tumbling out all at once. “It will only be one year that we’ll be apart. My father can’t break his promise. Even if he’s angry with me, he can’t retaliate against our decision and he will have to let us reunite every year. One year will feel like nothing after the eternity of not knowing if we’d ever get to see each other again. So this will pass quickly, and,” she took a steadying breath, “I’ve…I’ve discussed this with our children already.”

Surprised, he watched the grief in her expression harden into determination. “You have?”

“Yes. I didn’t know if you would agree, but I told them your stories just in case. I told them that they might join you on your adventures, that they would grow up to be strong and smart like you.”

“Hinata,” he breathed out, amazed and moved. He held her close. “I won’t let you down. Thank you. Thank you so much. I love you.”

She rested her head into his chest and listened for the strong beat of his heart. “I love you, Naruto-kun.”

When the twins awoke, the rest of the afternoon flew by in preparation for their journey. Hinata held them close whenever she could for as long as she could before they wiggled out of her grasp. She helped Naruto pack the necessary belongings.

And all too soon, the time came for her to journey back to Raira.

The magpies took the family halfway across the Amanogawa, where they shared a parting embrace.

“Listen to your father. Be good,” she murmured to her twins, planting kisses on their cheeks and foreheads.

“Yes, Okaa-sama.”

Naruto chuckled at their diligent answer. It was hard to imagine the children of the famed Orihime being too much for the palace caretakers when he himself as a kid couldn’t have even been bothered to give anyone such a polite response. “We’ll be too busy and on the move for them to be naughty.” He gave his wife a reassuring smile.

She held each of their faces, committing their matching, electric blue eyes to memory. “I love you all. I will see you all again very soon.” Already, she could feel new inspiration for her art dazzle through her mind, this temporary sorrow and determined hope to be immortalized in binding thread.

“Take care, Hinata.” Naruto found strength in Hinata’s bright gaze. He clutched their children to his heavy heart, endlessly grateful for the living, beautiful proof of their love. “By the time we reunite, our children will have traveled to the zenith of Northern Genbu. They’ll be able to name all the cattles’ starhouses.”

She found herself smiling with pride and excitement even as the calls of the magpies intensified with the turning of the celestial bodies at the horizon. She held on to her children’s hands for as long as possible before the magpies separated them, and even then, she smiled and called after them, and they did the same.

Returned to Raira, she watched as their distant forms at the opposite bank of Akira were enveloped in the thickening mist of the thunderous flow of the Amanogawa.

And not allowing herself to wallow in her self-imposed solitude, she set to work. Weaving and embroidering, she lavished fabrics with glorious designs of her family’s tale, surrounding her workshop with prayers for their good fortune.

Impressed with her meticulous, auspicious work on display, visiting clients spread her story through the courts, and the tale of the power of Orihime and Hikoboshi’s love swept across the Symbols of the heavens into every god’s ear, down to the mortal realm below.

With the well-wishes and prayers of worshiping human maidens, young couples, and other mortal sympathizers, the skill and value of Hinata’s weaving grew, and Naruto and his children safely passed through every crossing. Their status and fame brought prosperity to the heavens. Tentei couldn’t punish his daughter any worse than he already had.

On the seventh day of the seventh month, magpies, more numerous than the first time, bridged the Amanogawa’s banks again.

Successfully reunited, the family rejoiced in each other’s presence and growth, and the rest of the world celebrated with them.

#i think it's way too late but this was supposed to be for #nhmonth 2023 #thank you for reading!#naruhina fanfiction #do you all know how proud i am for actually completing this old fic

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maxcuntstappen · 7 months

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i loved you before i knew i was supposed to [30k] [COMPLETED]

Relationship: Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen

Tags: AU - Soulmates, Happy Ending, Light Angst, POV Alternating, 2019 F1 season

Chapters: 16/16

Chapter Name: charles and max; show and tell

Summary:

established relationship bonus chapter for you.

charles and max do their own little version of show and tell <3

Read on Ao3

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slytherinshua · 4 days

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I think cause I’m so stressed w school but still want to post I’m finally gonna focus on all the reqs in my inbox instead of my own brain thinking of fic ideas cause it’s so fried rn lol (watch me not follow through w this later on 🧍‍♀️) also just let me ramble for a bit this isn’t rly important but it’s just my thoughts as an author here on the blr.

(long rly pointless ramble abt requests and inboxes and blogs and writing etc etc under the cut if my thoughts don’t make sense at all it’s cause it’s 2 am shush)

like I love requests so much I love sharing brainrot and being able to write a fic for someone and making them happy w my writing it’s the whole reason I started writing in the first place. but I just love my own brain and the fics that I come up with on my own as well and I think it’s rly important for writers to consistently write things that their own brain thought of and write them just because they want to. I’ve seen writers put sm pressure on themselves to complete requests and I totally understand that but I kinda hate how they even feel that pressure in the first place bcuz it takes away the joy of writing and you find yourself unable to even think of what to write anymore cause it’s become associated with the stress of “getting it done” like some sort of school assignment. requests can be such a blessing and a way to connect a fandom more and build a community and even a little family within a blog but it can also be so stressful. feeling bad that you’ve taken too long to finish a request, having anons harass you in your inbox for not writing their request “quickly enough”, and the general entitlement ppl have adopted when they’re literally asking— ASKING someone else to do something FOR THEM. I don’t experience this too often and I don’t want any of the people who have sent me requests to feel bad for sending them in, trust me I LOVE the requests. but I do wonder sometimes if ppl on my blog wonder why I take so long to finish requests and why I never close them either lmao. cause it is quite different from all my moots’ blogs and majority of blogs on tumblr that I’ve seen… and I just think I always want to have that option for readers to spill their thoughts into a request without the pressure or expectation that it’s going to be answered quickly. closing and opening inboxes is an amazing way to work through requests systematically and consistently while also not getting bogged down by too many. and I think readers probably like that system(?) cause it’s a higher chance of their request getting done quickly! (and to those readers who send out the same request to a bunch of different authors idk WHY you do this idc if it’s just bcuz you wanted to see how we would all interpret it differently, honestly fuck you. bcuz it just feels so empty and pointless like you don’t actually care abt us as authors and our writing but just want to see how fast an author can get your idea written and posted. it’s like you’re using us as machines and testing who will be the fastest and who will stay on the loading screen the longest. it’s so disappointing tbh. and maybe this is also why i enjoy writing for lesser known groups bcuz when I get a request it’s so precious to me i know that the reader sent it in bcuz they actually like my writing and know I’ll be able to write for a group that they love that not many other ppl write for. despite the fact that I won’t get more than 10-30 notes for a fic from a nugu group doesn’t mean that it is less rewarding.)

but then again I’ve also seen readers ignore the authors rules stating that requests are closed or get mad that they are and it’s just… sigh… we are literally writing for free for your enjoyment, we spend hundreds of hours writing these fics whether they are “good” or “bad” they still take time and effort and love and a whole lot of brainpower and googling of synonyms and staring blankly at the two sentences you’ve written before switching tabs and procrastinating for 2 hours only to come back and finish in one flurry of motivation lmao. but for me having my inbox always open and welcome for requests feels like it’s actively counteracting the expectations for writers to pump out fics like some sort of machine to feed their audience while only getting blank likes as a return (this is truly JUST my thoughts and how I view it I’m not trying to say how I do things is better or how others work their blog is wrong or anything like that. if ur a writer and u rly focus on getting ur requests done lowkey I admire u cause I do still feel some guilt looking at requests I have sitting in my inbox from like last year although I am happy and content w my system and feel that it does put the focus on me and my creativity and less on the pressure to take others ideas and make a fic for them with the side effects of time pressure and guilt for not following through if that makes sense.) all that rambling is to say that now that brain is so focused on tasks that are much more important and I have less time to think of silly little delusions, having these requests sitting in my inbox waiting for me is rly nice :) and I’m rly excited to complete more of them cause most of you have given me rly rly amazing fic ideas <3

#﹒zanna speaks　𓈃　ⵌ #why is this more words than some of my fics yikes #I am a yapper at heart #and I have so much to say just on this stupid little website and the way it works #anyway I hope this makes sense #don’t expect it to resonate with anyone but who knows maybe it will #I just want to thank ppl for requesting and to encourage more requests in the future as well #bcuz getting them and having them to fall back on when I want to write and don’t have ideas of my own is so nice #and as long as there’s no harassment in my inbox abt me not completing the requests or having ‘favourite’ reqs #we are all good and happy here

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