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jeskoholic · 2 years

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A Little Piece of You Chapter 9: Fuel to the Fire

This is a chapter from an ongoing series. If you missed out on the previous entries, you can check my masterlist.

Previous Chapter: The Fourteenth

Word count: 4,404

Tags: (G) I-DLE Soyeon x M OC, Subtle Fluff (?), Alcohol, cursing, seduction and sexual implications

Enjoy!

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A couple of days passed after Valentine’s Day and I still could not believe that Ningning named that horse after me. It’s not that I kept on thinking about it ever since we left the mall, but every time that it got to my head I just could not fathom why she would do that. Why does it have to be my name?

It doesn’t make any sense.

It really feels weird. She’s calling that little horse ‘Jae-in’ whenever she comes home from school? I know that Ningning is known for doing a lot of questionable shit but normally those things are tolerable even for me. This was different because I am beginning to question why she would even do that. Whatever; I should not make a big deal out of it.

It’s just that… why would it be my name?

Regardless, it was relieving enough that all the Valentine’s Day shenanigans within the school finally dialled down and the red-theme of the campus eventually died out within the next couple of days. The next thing that the general public, or in this case my fellow students, are worried is the upcoming exams. That was pretty much the general consensus, and it was inevitable but I merely placed it on the back of my head. I really don’t think I should worry about it. I pretty much understood the lessons so I don’t think that it would really be a problem.

Homework, however, was different, but that’s another story.

Two weeks passed after Ningning and I’s escapade and I’m back in the comfort of my own room. It was half-past ten and I’m already preparing for a good night’s sleep, just perfect enough to get me the right amount of shut-eye to prepare for the next day. After all, I value sleep more than anything else because it was the one thing that kept me going, and in turn the one thing that’s controlling my terrible mood swings. I have this weird tendency to get easily irritated when I lack sleep, so as much as possible I try to avoid that in order to make my day moving smoothly. Maybe I was so used to having a consistent amount of sleep that anything drastically below that could easily blow me out of proportion.

There are some days that I could not, for the love of me, control what’s keeping me up at night. That night was perhaps one of those nights, but it was not for unknown reasons because this one had something for it.

I remembered that I was so deep in my sleep that I’m starting to get a good vision of my dreams when the sound of an alarm woke me up. In panic, I opened my eyes, the dark atmosphere of the light-void room greeting me as I check the source of the sound. There was no way that it was morning; somehow my sleep felt abrupt and it did not feel that long for sure. I fished my phone up and turned it up; the bright light of the screen blinding me in the middle of the cold and calm night.

It turns out; the source of the sound was not an alarm, but rather a call.

It was about 1 AM in the morning and I am receiving a call from Jeon Soyeon.

This has happened for the third time this week as well. I had no idea what’s Soyeon up to, but she’s calling me on weird times of the evening, mostly on the times that I’m supposed to be asleep. I missed on her call the first time when I pretended to be asleep, and on the next day she showed up on my class and told me that she’s upset that I didn’t even bother to open the call. Last night, I answered it as well and we talked for a bit. It was nothing short and I readily dismissed it because I was exhausted. I really am not a fan of late night talks, and Soyeon was aware of that. I just don’t understand why she kept on doing it often recently. She doesn’t seem to have a problem.

Anyway, back to her call. I merely shrugged my shoulders and moved to answer the call so as to not make her upset in the following day. Also, the tongue-clicking ring tone was surprisingly annoying after having to hear it too often on this time of the night.

“Hello… Jae-in…? Did I wake you up?”

“Soyeon… it’s not even 1 in the morning… why are you calling? Is there something wrong?”

“Oh I… I didn’t notice… I can’t sleep.”

She can’t sleep… again?

“W-why…? Did you fall asleep in the morning again?”

“N-no… actually, I’ve been wondering… maybe I just missed you, Jae-in. I’m bothered by a lot of things.”

“But we see each other almost every day at school, right?”

“That’s different… I don’t get to see you with just the two of us. It’s been a while. We’ve never even dated that we’re alone because of how immersed you are with school works... I want to be with you.”

“I… w-we can arrange a meet up after the exams maybe?”

I don’t know what I’m even saying. I’m already half-asleep at this point. I barely even reached three hours of sleep and I’m groggy; wobbly, even.

“No… I want to see you; Jae-in… actually, I was hoping that you’d pick-up because I want to meet you now. I just pulled my luck and gave you a call. I’m actually out of my own apartment right now.”

Hearing that seemed to have woken me up on its own; Soyeon’s out there, on this time of the night?

Somehow my caring side for her sprang once I heard that. It was crazy dangerous to be out on this time given how dark it was outside, not to mention cold because of the subsiding post-winter wind. I immediately sat up out of worry, not even entirely realizing that I placed my foot over the cold surface of the floor.

“Are you being serious right now? You’re outside alone, Soyeon?”

“I am being serious Jae-in. I figured I can’t sleep alone at my apartment so I just looked for a cab and went off. I gave you a call just in case you’re interested on going out and maybe we could head on off somewhere while we lay off?”

I kinda want to deny her but it is way too dangerous for her me to let her off on her own. If something happens to her out there, it would be on me because I was the person she last approached. Fuck, this would take a huge toll on me in the morning but I can’t leave her alone just like that. I can’t do that in good conscience.

“Okay then, where are you right now Soyeon? Can you please stay where you are so that I can go to you?”

I heard Soyeon sigh from the other side of the line.

“Actually, I boarded a cab so that I can go to you. I’m standing outside your apartment right now, Jae-in.”

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“This is so amazing! I never thought that we’d actually be doing this!” Soyeon’s voice came cheerfully calling onto me as soon as we found the nearest convenience store. The place was bright and, as expected, completely void of any other people aside from me, Soyeon, and the rest of the crew serving the graveyard shift. It was already past one in the morning and thankfully my body was not even showing the slightest signs that I only had two hours of sleep prior to this one. The little energy drink I had before is doing its work.

I feel conflicted with this, though. A part of me really wanted to be concerned for Soyeon’s welfare but at the same time I wanted to go home and sleep as well, for my own welfare. I am already wrecking the schedule I brought up for myself and this might just make things go awry in the University later on once it’s daytime.

I could barely move as I stared on the emptied hotdog sandwich wrapper I just finished in front of me. Soyeon was next to me, leaning her head on my shoulder. Unlike me, she was occupied more on consuming the food while I merely stared on.

“I want to thank you, Jae-in; you could have easily ignored me and I would not have appeared right on your apartment’s front. Thank you for this jacket as well.”

“You don’t need to thank me, Soyeonnie. I’m the one who’s getting cold at what you’re wearing so I offered you mine instead. You didn’t consider the weather?”

In reality, I was so surprised to see her there at midnight wearing super short shorts as well and a long sleeved shirt. It was crazy enough when she intended to stay up front our apartment like that, but seeing her was something else. I was so surprised when I first saw her a while back that my first instinct was to cover her up immediately. The weather was far from winter, but it was not by any means warm. I also got lucky that I didn’t wake Irene-noona on the way out otherwise I would have to endure tons of questions coming from her once again.

Maybe I’ll have to once I come back, but as of now that’s not a concern whatsoever. Soyeon is my priority.

“I really thought that it would not be cold outside. It was warm when I went off earlier and it just became cold when I got dropped in front of your apartment.”

“Where were you from, anyway? You didn’t seem to come from your house; at least I don’t think that you do.”

“Well, I did come from my house but I left rather early, maybe around ten? And then I can’t bring myself to sleep so I just came back, got dressed and went out. I figured it was warm outside so I chose this fit, but then it got cold.”

“I really like how you look right now, Soyeonnie; I really do… but I hope that you don’t take this in negatively. Maybe next time that you’re going to walk on night, wear something that’ll counter the cold. If I didn’t show up, you might have frozen outside.”

“Aww, look at my little Jae-in~” Soyeon said dreamily while she intertwined her newly-manicured fingers with mine. “You’re so concerned with me it’s making my heart flutter. Okay then~ next time, I won’t wear clothes that show too much. I’ll only do that when I’m alone with you~”

“H-hey… that’s not what I’m saying. I’m fine with you wearing whatever you want, just be careful with the weather. I know summer’s approaching but that does not mean that night’s going to get as warm and hot as day would.”

“I’m kidding you… of course I get what you totally mean. I just really miscalculated and I’m at the fault for that. I promise you that next time, I’ll be more careful.”

“That’s good to hear. I’m glad that I saw you right now, and in this time too, Soyeonnie.”

“Me too; it feels so romantic to think that I got you all for myself now. There are no other people interfering with us now. Do you think we should do this more often?”

We can… I just don’t want it to happen at this hour. But of course, I don’t want to tell her that.

“O-of course, Soyeonnie. Just give me a call.”

Crap, that’s not what I wanted to tell her.

I should not give her that idea!

“That’s good to know! You’re making me fall for you harder and harder with each passing day, Yoon Jae-in. I am glad that I chose you above everybody else. I wonder how sweet we could push ourselves once we’re really officially dating…”

“Soyeonnie…”

My voice trailed off, yet Soyeon immediately got up from leaning onto me and straightened herself out. She immediately moved to clean the table off of the condiment sachets as well as the wraps for the hotdogs with one clean sweep. She also beckoned me to stand up, much to my confusion but overall relief.

Thank god, we’re actually going home.

“I better not open that topic up because it might stray away to somewhere else. I’ll just clean this up and we’ll go,” she said rather nonchalant.

“Thank you for the food, Soyeon. I really enjoyed this night with you.”

“Why do you speak as if we’re about to head home already?”

“We’re not?”

Soyeon chuckled as she sorted the trash on their respective bins.

“Of course not… especially when I have you all to myself; you don’t have classes early in the morning, right?”

Jae-in, for the love of god please tell her that you have one before it is too fucking late

“I don’t. My class is late in the afternoon with Shinwon, actually.”

“Great! Let’s go on ahead. I have a place in mind that I want to go to. Since I was the one who dragged you, it’s all on me.”

And before I could even take back my decision, Soyeon was off walking towards the exit of the small convenience store. I quickly thought of a way to completely turn the situation on itself; follow Soyeon and tell her that I misremembered things and we could both head home.

However, a part of me knew that if I would do that, it might not work the way I intend for it to do so. She might head there alone without me and once again, her safety is on me.

Dammit, I have no other choice but to go with her.

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Yoon Jae-in and Jeon Soyeon eventually wound up in a secluded bar not far from the convenience store. Surprisingly, even at the time of the evening, there were still a handful of people drinking on tables, though some were clearly passed out already. The bar was this huge space that stretched longer than it was wider, with six tables arranged side-by-side and separated by two rows. The neon lights that provided the atmosphere for the place were strung at its sides, emanating a soft tinge of purple upon entry. Jae-in could already smell a small tinge of cigarette smoke in the air and it certainly did not mix well with his two-hour sleep demeanour. It would only be a matter of time before the smell of the place would surpass the effects of the drink he took to stay awake.

Again, heading to a bar at this time of the evening (or early morning for that matter) was the least thing he thought he’d be doing. If it wasn’t for Soyeon inviting him to such place, he would not have bothered to come.

Soyeon quickly asked for a menu and immediately paid up front in order to secure a private area at the far end of the bar. Just at the corner of the furthest end of the huge bar right next to the restroom doors, lay another door that was a gateway to hallway housing another series of doors. Apparently, the ‘private room’ she was looking for served as a place for karaoke, but there was an option to rent it for some private time.

It was soundproof after all, and whatever goes after both Jae-in and Soyeon’s entry was merely left to the imagination. The young man was already sweating to be alone in a room with her, so of course his mind was already preparing for the worst.

Soyeon graciously thanked the waiter after leaving them both on the small room, its walls clearly layered with sound-proof foam. A single, leather couch accompanied a table, as well as a TV that was turned off. Four bottles of Soju lay silent on the table before them.

“I thought we’re going to drink with everyone else,” Jae-in said as he sat down on the couch, eyeing the bottles on the table. “I mean on the outside. I never knew that this place existed inside the bar.”

“There are a lot of things that you don’t know in our city, Yoon Jae-in,” Soyeon teased while she moved to cover the small glass panel on the door with the included curtain as well as locking the door in. “I usually go here with my friends for karaoke, but since I’m renting the place for maybe an hour or two, we can do whatever we want and they won’t even mind.”

Jae-in blushed at the thought that immediately popped on his head, something of which he blatantly ignored immediately.

“You’re not going to sing? I heard from Kyungsoo that you used to sing a lot. I want to hear it as well.”

“Maybe not for this night, no…. I always do karaoke with my friends, especially my Thai friend who’s an exchange student from another school. She has a dreamy voice and I love it when she sings. This time, however, I’d like to relax for the time being. I never went here with a man that’s not my friend, so I won’t do things that I’d do when I’m with such a person.”

“But we’re friends, right Soyeon-ssi?”

“I don’t consider you as my friend.”

“You don’t…?”

Soyeon smiled.

“You know what, for us to better understand this, let’s have a drink.”

Soyeon then plopped herself beside Jae-in on the couch and immediately moved to open the bottle of Soju with a crack. She then poured his glass a good amount before moving to fill on her own.

“Don’t worry about this. It’s only four bottles so you won’t get a headache in the morning. Plus, I’m treating you for it as well as the room because I was the one who dragged you out.”

“Oh no… I’m not really thinking about that… but thanks anyway, Soyeonnie.”

“It’s also my way of telling you that we should hang out here more often… you know, just the two of us. We can do that maybe after the exams like you mentioned; a little bit later after we go out drinking as a squad again,” the young woman invited before offering her glass with Jae-in’s, and after receiving it with a short clang, moved to drink it together.

“I don’t really mind that,” Jae-in said in response. “Maybe next time I’ll be the one to treat you with the stay… you know, just for us to get even.”

“I’d love that, but I’d also love to think that you wanted to do it because you wanted to be alone with me~ you don’t need to repay me with anything.”

As an act of courtesy, Jae-in was the one who filled the empty glasses with Soju once again.

“Well… I don’t know, Soyeonah… I just figured I wanted to return the favour in some form for it, I guess?”

“If you’re really insistent… you can repay me, but not exactly on the same way that I’m wanting to.”

“And what way can I repay you for this…? Just a curious question…”

Instead of replying, Soyeon raised her glass and smiled towards the man beside him.

“I’ll tell you once we get enough of this in our bodies. For now, let’s just relax and enjoy the evening. Care for another shot?”

There was a sliver of hesitance from Jae-in’s end as he was really considering the after effects of the entire session in the morning. Now, his white lie of not telling Soyeon of his full schedule is beginning to take its toll on himself. The problem was he was too kind to even deny Soyeon of a bottle, especially when the entire thing was paid by her.

And so, he nodded and clanged his glass along with hers.

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The pair of them continued to converse beyond the scopes of the regular topics. It could only be due to the influence of the gradual alcohol supply carefully kicking in that Jae-in put the thought of his morning classes behind him. Slowly, he began to cherish the company of Soyeon as the bottle’s contents began to trim down with the minutes going by. As much as four bottles, shared between them both, could barely even hit the dent and send them unconscious like when they were back at Skylight, the frequency of their shots with each other took a huge toll on Jae-in more than it did with Soyeon. It was no secret that Jae-in’s tolerance was not that refined compare to his partner, and so it was easy for him to get tipsy faster than Soyeon.

A period of time passed, of what felt like an hour later to Jae-in but he really could not tell. The two final bottles were long emptied yet Jae-in was nowhere close to being sober. He could feel the heat igniting from within; searing his thoughts as he increasingly became more bold, verbal, and hyperactive in front of Soyeon.

“I’m really sorry if I’m noisy,” he remarked, his face and eyes now blushing red due to the alcohol. “Are you drunk too, Soyeon? You must be feeling the same way that I’m feeling.”

“I feel a bit hot, yeah. I would have sweated so much had I not remove your jacket earlier. Now I’m glad I decided to wear less.”

Jae-in gazed at her dreamily and smiled

“You’re pretty tonight, Soyeon.”

“Just tonight…? It didn’t take much to rattle you?”

“What do you mean…? You’re really pretty Soyeon. Holy shit”

“Jae-in…”

“Damn… have I ever told you that you’re really pretty? How come I never told you that before huh?”

“Jae-in please… I know I’m pretty but you don’t have to—“

Soyeon was cut mid-sentence as Jae-in filled her lips with his kiss. However, they were not sloppy; to her it felt more like a heavy smack more than anything else. He withdrew a fantastical gaze in his eyes as he eyed Soyeon from beside him and then proceeded to give a stupid-looking smile as if to say that he was sorry for what he did.

However, Soyeon jumped back to him before he could even make another move. She forced her lips hungrily against his, engaging in a raging kiss that burned from the heat of the alcohol. It was slow, torrid and passionate; Jae-in and Soyeon felt each other’s presence within the silence of the room with their hands roaming to each other’s backs. Jae-in snaked his and felt the smoothness of Soyeon’s through her tight top; too occupied on the sensations of his touch that he didn’t even notice how Soyeon slowly pushed him towards the couch and proceeded to sit on his lap.

Just like in Skylight, no matter how much Jae-in tried to draw his lips away, Soyeon seemingly chased them back. The pair was so hooked onto the moment; so close that Jae-in has started to memorize every single detail of Soyeon’s beautiful face as they were mutually engulfed in such addicting ecstasy. Soyeon then moved and slowly trailed her kissed down from Jae-in’s lips, then to the bottom of his chin, and eventually towards his neck, letting her short, blond hair graze and gently caress Jae-in’s skin. Soft and supple kisses were planted all across, increasing the sense of heat that was emanating from Jae-in’s arms.

His hands eventually found their way onto Soyeon’s slender legs, giving them both a soft caress as they continued to make out in the sound-proof room. And then he felt it; Soyeon’s long, manicured fingers gently waltzed and snaked under his shirt, and then moved to pry them upward as she proceeded to kiss him back on his lips once again. Her petite frame began to grind slowly on his, and it would only be a matter of time before the eventual wildfire to occur…

But Soyeon moved to stop herself just as Jae-in’s shirt was about halfway out of his torso and his stomach was exposed in the silent air.

“I’m sorry… I got carried away,” she said, pulling Jae-in’s shirt back down on his body, but still kept her straddled over him. “We should not do this here… maybe not on this time as well. I don’t want to do it when you’re drunk… not even slightly drunk.”

“That… that was… wow,” the young man replied and the small make-out session seemingly sobered him instantly. “I got carried away as well… I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be. It was my idea anyway… I almost forgot what I was supposed to ask you when we went here. I got too hooked.”

“Was that the payment that you were talking about?”

“Actually yes… I was… I was thinking that maybe I’ll ask for your permission. My other friends, the ones that are not Kyungsoo and the others, actually invited me to go to a club this coming weekend. I was wondering if… if you’d think that it’s a good idea to go?”

What? Why is she asking me?

“Why are you asking me? Soyeonnie, I don’t think you need my approval for that. Do you want to go? If you do then you should. I don’t want to get in your way. Nothing has to change on things that you’re doing with or without me.”

“But I feel like you should know, so should I or no?”

“Oh… umm… I can’t see why I won’t let you go, you know. If you’re asking for my permission, then I’d gladly let you go there. I don’t see anything wrong about it as long as you take good care of yourself, okay?”

“I promise I would! Thank you so much, Jae-in!”

And with that, Soyeon moved to plant another kiss on Jae-in’s face, covering his face once more with her short, blonde hair. There was still that faint hint of lust on it, only interrupted when a soft buzzing sound was heart from near the curtained door followed by the flashing of a red light. Hearing it, Soyeon immediately withdrew from the kiss and tidied herself up.

“We should go. That’s the notice when we have about five minutes left, but make sure to clean yourself up before we go home, okay?”

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subzeroiceskater · 6 months

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Yuletide 2023

Hey, Subzero Ice Skater here, thanks for reading this and considering writing for me. It’s my second time doing Yuletide but first time doing a letter. I am still feeling my way back through fanfiction; right now I feel I could be up to just about anything, if written with love, confidence, and good will. However, it’s probably more difficult to write without some idea of who you’re writing for. It’s easier to edit down a mountain of words than coming in fresh at a white blank page.

I know Yuletide is the small fandom exchange but I’ve never really been part of an overly huge fandom, especially one that had me wanting to read its fic or having a huge amount of fic at all. I felt like I never got to experience through beginners’ fanfic tropes that I read other fans all the time. Mostly the fluffy stuff: the five things plus one, the fake dating, the coffee/bookshop/library AUs, sickfic, whatever a wingfic is–the tried, true and usually shippy–it’d be fun to finally get to read that. I think that’s what I’m mostly looking for–something really fun, probably fluffy. That kind of fic is probably more fitting if keeping to the lower, relaxing end of Yuletide.

But on the flipside, I love the more serious kind of fics: character studies, stories with a touch of wistfulness, maybe horror; where characters learn fundamental truths about life and are forever changed, or something is slowly revealed about the world around them. Atmospheric pieces. I’m a big fan of those English Western literary short stories–stories with a twist, either happy or not.

I think if unsure, it’s probably best to go with a happy or hopeful ending. Or if it’s that puts the character(s) through the wringer, something that ends with powerful catharsis. I think if you hit on a hit on an idea and you’re confident with your skill, I’d say go for it.

Stuff I like:

Women being cool

World History

the Arctic

Acknowledgement/presence of Indigenous people/history/practices especially in spaces usually believed to be the province of Western/white people (eg in the history of the Arctic)

Astronomy

unusual formats (example: epistolary format)

unusual POVs (stories told from an outsider’s or an NPC’s experience)

connecting themes like flower or plant or animal symbolism, flower languages or objects that can reveal something their character

passages of time (a day-in-the-life, four seasons in a year, birth to death, first and last times)

literary AUs (one time I saw somebody request a Gawain and the Green Knight AU for Mega Man and I just fell so in love with doing something like that) (even cooler if it’s something that’s not from the familiar Western literary canons, say Latin American, South East Asian, Arctic literature, as long as you’re up for it.)

Bisexual characters

Gender non-conforming characters

Time travel/Time loops/Temporal Fish Out of Water/ Time Travel shenanigans in general.

If you’re really confident, playing with meta, like a self-aware narrator or the narrative coming alive.

Crossovers with stuff I like! I think I’m supposed to say I’m opting-in. If you’re familiar with more than one of my fandoms, especially the ones requested here, and somehow work out a way where my favorite characters meet/interact/even just help each other from the sidelines, I bet that could be very cool.

For the robot characters, going “let us contemplate our humanity”

Happy/ fun/ awkward sex with lots of laughter.

Parallel plots that combine at the end.

Vignettes.

Culture/personality crashes

Crack treated seriously

Puns

Holiday/Christmas fic (doesn’t have to be, obviously)

My tolerance for violence is fairly high, but I’m going to stick to Violence-For-Rule-Of-Cool-Sexy-or-Funny. If they get permanently injured or just for the duration of the story, I want stuff that makes them look hot or cool, like scars or eye patches or crutches. I’m also more than okay with topics like suicidal thoughts or ideation. I’d actually welcome it especially if it’s in service of catharsis. Whatever their bodies can stay broken but their spirit don’t, at least, not at the very end.

DO NOT WANTS: Scat Watersports Omegaverse Readerfic (First or second person POV is okay if playing around with unusual or unreliable narrators)

Art and treats are welcomed. If you give any art based on any characters requested here, I’m probably going to cry. ;___; If you’re a visual artist, I’d love to see you use new techniques or whatever you’ve always to do as practice. Use me as your guinea pig!

Rockman | Mega Man Classic

Tundra Man, Bounce Man, Block Man, Impact Man

Tundra Man as the fic focus–the story is about him, features him in a major way, or about somebody/something else but from his POV. Bounce Man, Block Man, Impact Man could appear as POV/major/supporting/background/mentioned characters.

I’m completely normal about Tundra Man. He’s my favorite Mega Man character and I fell in love with him at first sight and I’m absolutely pretty much always ravenous for anything more about him. I’m not weird. I think he’s gorgeous and his backstory is cool and moved me. Imagine being built for one thing, completely falling in love with another, and giving absolutely everything about yourself to your chosen art?

Tundra’s past– I’d love to see exploration of his past life: his daily and implied solitary life and work as an arctic robot, how or when exactly he was inspired by figure skating on television, or how he balanced his work and his newfound passion for skating before the events of the game. All the decisions he had to make when he was modifying himself. As a polar exploration robot, where did he go? As land development robot, what did he do? The fact that he could even decide to modify himself, when apparently, all the robots don’t have true free will, is so endlessly fascinating to me–what does that imply about Mega Man’s world and its robots? And it’s never revealed how he looked with tougher-exterior, so what did he look like? Does it matter to him? Does miss being stronger? Was the price worth it?

Tundra’s future– Or maybe skip a bit to his future–Tundra gets rebuilt after the events of Mega Man 11, and he decides to pursue a career in figure skating. What’s that like? I’ve seen a (way too) few interpretations of how Tundra would tackle that and I’d just love more. What is competitive figure skating like for robots? Would somebody like him be able to just do that? Does he face any obstacles or objections from his creators? Does he face any backlash from what he did to the city and city museum? Did you know in his original Japanese profile, it’s said he was inspired specifically by ice dancing? A sport that is a totally different beast than singles ice skating? What if he originally did want to do ice dancing? What other challenges or opportunities or culture clashes would a solitary ice robot who spent years in the Arctic encounter when thrusted into a highly competitive, highly publicized, seemingly glamorous world of competitive ice skating? How would someone like him, a robot who had to do self-modifications, actually compete against actual sports robots simply built for skating and nothing else? Is he unique or severely underqualified? Are there even such a thing as professional robot ice skaters or was he watching a human ice skating competition? Does he get support from Cossack Labs or Dr. Light or does he get punished for going against his original design. And another thing, what is up with him being built by Cossack Labs but him showing up with Dr. Light’s lab at the beginning of Mega Man 11–what is the story there, is he a reverse Beat–

Tundra and the Arctic – Sorry, I’m but I’m totally normal about Tundra. This one is about a tundra AU–despite being called Tundra Man, neither his stage (which mostly takes place in a museum), nor his current passions (figure skating) nor his original purpose (polar exploration or development) seem to reflect the tundra much. I think it’d be easy to write Tundra as completely abandoning his original purpose for skating but I’d like to headcanon where he still cares a lot for the tundra and the welfare of the Arctic as a whole. There are a lot of assumptions and misconceptions about the Arctic and I’d love to see that as a reflection of the man himself. It’s not always eternal ice–the tundra is a biome that supports life and people all year around, and have for thousands of years. There’s spring, summer, fall, and winter in the Arctic tundra. Maybe something like a fisher king situation where the landscape reflects his state of mind or where he is in life, maybe it’s just symbolic. Maybe it’s literal since he’s a powerful robot made for land development. Maybe it’s magic realism. His purpose being about land development in Arctic brings up interesting implications but it’s really addressed in canon. There was even a joke about how people never getting to see his performance as bad global warming. Climate change is still a thing in their world when Chill Man is described to be made to stop the glaciers from melting. How does Tundra himself deal with climate change in his world when land development in the Arctic usually mean using up its resources and hastening global warming. Does he feel guilty? Does he ignore it? Does he work with anti-global warming robots like Chill Man or does he clash against them? Is pursuing his passions selfish in light of this?

Tundra people & animals! –I understand if topics like global warming and climate change can get too depressing so if you can just focus on Tundra loving and caring about the tundra. I’d love to see Tundra being cute with tundra animals, whether robots like his stage’s Ice Swans or biological like the huskies, seals and bears mentioned in his profile. Maybe he got so good with modifying robots because he was in charge of repairs for the animal ones. Maybe the living animals ended up watching him because he was in charge of tracking them first. If there are any original human characters featured, I’d love there to be Indigenous Arctic people. I really dislike the story and perception of the Arctic being so overwhelmingly white and mostly about Western colonization, with little thought of the Indigenous people who lived there for thousands of years, seeing them as nothing more than ancient history. Again, I understand that topics could be depressing, and maybe rather be avoided, but there’s no need to get heavy on it, either. I'd just like to see Indigenous people being presented in Mega Man’s world just as much as any other nation. Like, if there’s scientist, citizens, travelers, entrepreneurs, or what have you, and it takes place in the Arctic (or even not), it’d be cool if background characters could be native or at the very least, not overwhelmingly white.

Bounce Man – Bouncy is adorable and cute; thinking about him makes me want to cry. He has my favorite stage music of the game! If I could request longfic of my faves I would. I’m mostly interested in a Tundra-focused fic so for any appearance by Bouncy, I’d like it to be on support for him. It’s easy to dismiss such a happy-go-lucky character described as having childlike innocence as having no depth or unable to feel any “real” emotions but I’d love a serious take on him, while still keeping his upbeat attitude. A sort of “crack taken seriously” but robot bouncing form. I wanna see him seriously played against Tundra, they’ve got some good parallels going on.

Bounce was also transformed from his original purpose, but unlike Tundra, it wasn’t his choice. Also unlike Tundra, who WANTS people to know who he is and what he does, Bounce is already established as a household name (with his own brand of exercise–Hopxercise) and beloved by people (well, kids). Bounce Man was transformed from something with underground utility (crash test dummies aren’t known for public appeal) to something that brings a lot of people joy (an adorable, probably profitable, athletic mascot). I’ve always felt there was some horror to make something self-aware crash test dummy that’s made just for the sole purpose of dying over and over again. And then he gets turned into a funny clown fitness instructor. There’s definitely a story there, feel–a horror, maybe the consequences of capitalism and fitness culture or something.

Is Tundra jealous of Bounce’s appeal? Does he try to leverage his relationship with Bounce Man somehow? How do they react to each other? Does Bounce not notice since he’s too happy-go-lucky? Or he does notice but he just does not care? Bounce is basically a fitness coach so does Bounce use his expertise to help out Tundra achieve his figure skating dreams? How would robot-to-robot exercise work anyway?

Ship/Sexfic: Sex with Mega Man robots! How does it go down?

I don’t have a favorite Tundra ship but I’d love to see a take on a Tundra x Bounce pairing. It doesn’t have to involve sex, since I’m more than happy with them as friends or lovers but non-humanoid robots don’t get as much play with the fandom, especially not with sex, and I’d love for someone else to try it with Bounce. Bounce is a big moving weight ball with long stretchy arms and more than thick enough fingers. Plus, Bounce is basically a clown robot in charge of a gym with lots of access to exercise equipment and utilities. Plenty of opportunity to stretch all kinds of things. Considering Bounce’s personality, I’m looking for something funny than straight up hot, but I’m sure there’s plenty of opportunities for funny and/or heartwarming sex.

Block Man and Impact Man – I nominated them because I’d nominate all the MM11 robot masters if I could. I love them all but Block and Impact are slightly less popular since they’re more of the less humanoid of the robots and they’re my favorites after Tundra and Bounce. I adore that Block’s a huge history nerd with an ambitious heart to build like ancients and that Impact’s basically four people (he’s three robots who consider himself brothers and could change control or split depending on the situation, that’s so cool and how does that work? How does he feel?) I especially love that they’re canonically drinking buddies and I headcanon them as ride and die brothers-in-arms. You don’t have to include them fic but it’d be nice if they could be supporting characters, can make a background appearance, mentioned somewhere, or help influence the plot in some way. Some ideas: they have to help fix or build something for Tundra and/or Bounce. Maybe something goes wrong with Boing-Boing Park. Maybe there’s a secret plan to help build a training ice rink for Tundra. Maybe the two invite Bounce and Tundra on their drinking trips and they talk about love, life and ancient history (both personal and real world). Maybe it’s just as cute as the four robots just hanging out in the Arctic and building snowmen, snow pyramids and enjoying each other’s company.

Other Mega Man 11 Robot Masters are more than welcome to show up. As is pretty much any associated characters like Rock and Roll and Dr. Light and Dr. Wily. If you can throw in the Cossacks somewhere and explore their dynamics somewhere, I would immediately meet my expiration date out of happiness.

Fandom DNW:

Bounce having a childish and naive means he’s treated as a literal child. If Tundra, Impact and Block are considered adults in robot years then should Bounce. Please treat Bounce as an adult that happens to act childish and not a literal kid.

Tundra being dismissive or not caring about the Arctic.

Advance Wars

Jess, Jake, Colin, Worldbuilding

Jess x Jake as a ship, Colin as a major/supporting/background/mentioned character, Worldbuilding that features all three or any of Advance Wars characters.

There’s Advance Wars Re-Boot Camp out there but I’d like to stick with the canon of the original three games (Olaf’s defected from Orange Star, Eagle being surprised at being beaten by a girl, Cosmo/Macro/Omega Land existing as separate continents, their appearances (not a fan of Jess’s redesign specifically) etc). It might be a mess, canon-wise, but it was the mess I fell in love with.

I’m starving for Jess x Jake. Just give me something anything, I’ll be so grateful aaaah. From the fluffiest fluff to heaviest military fic! I’m also very normal about Jess x Jake. I love them both individually and together; Jess GreenEarth is my everything and I think Jake’s so fun, but for this, I’d like them to be treated as a set and shipped, shipped, shipped together like an overnight package. For something that has some canonical basis (they have a Tag Power in Advance Wars: Dual Strike), there’s absolutely nothing for them. I’m a multishipper and also like them with other people but, in my heart of hearts, they’re the OTP. I think for most people, they don’t ping off with shippy vibes, especially compared with their possible tags or interactions in the games – Javier is outwardly romantic towards Jess, it’s very hard to not see Sasha’s interactions as romance and Jake is clearly devoted to Rachel. I’ve heard that a relationship is more like mentorship than romantic and I agree–and that’s why I think they’re so good together. The relationship that’s sweet, solid, dependable, sweet, and maybe more than a little silliness.

Colin - Colin’s actually my favorite male character. He’s just this proper little gentleman who shows hints of inexperience. He’s very booksmart with military tactics but still so very impressionable, especially to those he admires, and I don’t think that would change when he grows up. He’s just so mature in some ways and totally inexperienced in others. I’d like him to make an appearance somehow and help the couple along–maybe he’d like some lessons from Jess, maybe he’s curious why his sister Sasha is so taken with Jake; maybe his Power of Money could help kickstart whatever scenarios happen with Jake and Jess.

Or you could flip my last request–Colin as the possible focus or POV of the story while JakexJess happens in the background. Maybe Colin doesn’t quite recognize what’s happening, or maybe he does and he somehow helps them get together in his own quiet Colin way. Jess mentoring Colin as well–they’re both from so different social backgrounds but they also both have this studious, honor student approach to the military. How much are they different, how much are they alike? A Jess and Colin friendship would be precious to me.

I’d love it if all three of them are featured equally somehow (anthology??? Baton pass story telling?) but I don’t mind if the focus is not equal, because I do love all of them so much.

I’ve been into flower languages lately and Jess’s favorite thing is apparently dandelions. What could Jake’s and Colin’s favorite flowers be? What does this say about their characters? Is it meaningful to their life or does it remind them of a certain period of time in their life? A person maybe. Maybe their home countries.

Jake and Jess geeking about tanks and machinery would be so good.

So in the game, they don’t really do well in snow. Maybe they get stuck in a blizzard and get snowed in some place and very sexy, sexy shenanigans happen. I’m all in for Jake x Jess smut. My only preference would be Jess femdom. Maybe Jess could be a mentor for Jake in more ways than one.

Jake and Jess are ride-and-die for each other. By this I mean, literally. Maybe not sexually, but that could be funny, too. In a similar idea, they use their Tag Power together but it somehow translates to them actually playing “heavy metal”. Full on ridiculous, unleashing their full potential means re-enacting the scenes from Mad Max Fury Road, Flame Guitar style.

They keep spending all their time working, fighting and unconsciously finding all the reasons to spend time with each other, completely unaware they’re already in love with each other.

For something a little more serious and realistic, they’re in an established relationship but having some trouble navigating a long distance relationship between Green Earth and Orange Star. They’re also from totally different countries and upbringing (roughly speaking Germany and the USA). They might get a little strained but they’re still determined to work it out and have their happy ending together.

Colin, for some reason, buys out an amusement park and for some reason, Jess and Jake decided they HAVE to test out all the rides–no one asked them to, but they just felt it was their duty, you know. What no, it wasn’t an excuse to act out a date. There’a war going on and they’re two very serious, very adult, military personnel; not two teenagers in love. Now watch them break the speed limit on these bumper cars.

Actually, Colin buys/does something and Jess/Jake deals with it in their own way.

They all end up in Blue Moon’s equivalent of the Arctic Russia somehow, say on a mission, and they experience what the Arctic have to offer (northern lights, harsh winters, polar bears???)

Jake is taken aback by Jess even bringing up hot springs. Maybe he was just way too distracted by the image of her + hot springs. How distracted could he get when those hot springs joke become real.

Missing scenes between or during one of the game's missions. A take on their final convo before the last battle.

I also adore the Allied Nations a lot and I’d really love it if they could show up. Not necessary but it’d be so good to have fic with screen time for Sasha, Grimm, Sensei, Javier and my beautiful sweet girl, Rachel, especially the old timers. They’re not very popular but I love them so much. I also love the Bolt Guard so if you need some villains for your story for any reason, I’d love to see them.

Advance Wars (Worldbuilding)

If you could feature female infantry soldiers or officers as being a normal part of the military that’d make me so happy. I don’t mind appropriate enough sexism since that was a part of the original games (or even some racism as a result of historical fighting between countries) but Wars World is mostly chill so I’d like to keep the representation positive and progressive level. This is a world where female COs are the norm so it’d be nice if the rest of its military mostly reflect this. If you want to tackle a more realistic then, especially in service of a more serious fic take, then okay, but it's more fluffy and lighthearted then let the world reflect this, too.

Maybe you want to take on a particular worldbuilding, well, fine, I wanna read your meta, but there seems to be this desire to make Advance Wars gritty and realistic and “make it make sense!” when I really do prefer the cartoon wars world. Yes, this is a world where children, teens and grandpas fight in the army with superpowers, but don’t try to justify with realism, just go with it! I don’t mind poking fun with the silliness of the world but at the end of the day, I just want any roasting and exploring to be done with genuine love, and not embarrassment.

Fandom DNW: I love memes and stupid jokes but please, no “What’s an airport again” gag or any references to it. Nothing else in Advance Wars fanfic will immediately and negatively take me out than that.

Please don’t overly feminize Jess especially in some attempt to correct her gender expression or shove into traditional strict gender roles. She’s fairly in butch and gender non-comforming in appearance and in character. But please don’t go the other way and make her into an unemotional, unsmiling, uncaring men or people hater. I’m really not fond of the Re-Boot Camp redesign. It’s implied she worked her way up against sexism, I’m okay with some of that being present or getting believably sick of it. She’s been described in her Japanese profile as an otokomasari, but while she doesn’t get along with Eagle and she says she doesn’t quite “get” people like with battles, she shown also very kind and friendly towards Jake, Javier and Drake, and she’s mentioned to be popular with her troops which definitely has men it, too. Please think of her with a strong, knowing, gentle smile.

Another Eden

Riica, Zilva, Toova, Another Eden Worldbuilding

Gen fic focusing Zilva and Riica, not necessarily together; optional Toova appearing as a major/supporting/background/mentioned character, Worldbuilding is optional

She’s a work android who’s a little WHACKy*, he’s a gentleman soldier who loves writing letters to his wife–together they fight crime! Well, not exactly. There are dozens of dozens of characters in Another Eden, and so many times, places, stories that I honestly don’t know where to begin. However, these two are my favorite characters and while they didn’t have direct interactions, I’d love fic or art about them. Maybe they go on a time travel adventure together, solving problems like delivering lost letters, or finding lost cats. Maybe one of them gets in trouble and the other helps them out like Riica breaks down and only Zilva is around to help or Zilva seems really sad one day and Riica misunderstands the situation but ends up cheering him out anyway. They don’t even have to be together or at all; I’d be happy with a split up story or scenes that may or may not be connected at the end.

*her weapon type is hammer

I really like them because they’re both odd ducks in their way even in their own team/game–even as a pretty adorable gothic lolita character, Riica’s the only visibly “robot” like playable character–almost all non-human like girls look more like conventional humans. Zilva is the only visibly old man playable in the game. They’re both cool but I like how they stand out from the other playable characters.

Zilva is one of the few characters with the art personality. Along with the letter writing, I think it'd be wonderful to see him make art and use that to help people in some way. Art probably meant visual art but what if he’s particularly well-versed in the art of writing? Calligraphy and the like. If you want to speculate what exactly happened to his wife and how this still exactly drives him, please do.

I just think Riica is adorable and very funny. Her off-kilter personality and robotic manner could make for some fun situations and interactions.

We’ve got a character from the present times, a character from the far future, and bringing up a character from antiquity, here's Toova.

By the time Aldo and the gang meet her, she’s already about three thousand years old; she’s implied she might be able to survive way into Riica’s time, over twenty thousand years, easy. Even though Zilva looks older and Riica’s a machine, she’s probably the most mature and “together” of the three. It might be hard to juggle between three viewpoints, I’m okay with her being a supporting character or even just a cameo. She could be one asking help or the one they turn for advice. She might never show up at all but her presence can be felt in the background or through letters. I want to imagine all of Aldo’s traveling companions end up as friends. Maybe Toova and Zilva could end up talking about Toova’s Orphia and Zilva’s wife.

Worldbuilding: Again, the settings of Another Eden encompassed so many eras, places and even timelines, it’d be hard to pick to focus on. If you’ve got any ideas for something to focus on, I’d love to read it. I’ll be honest, I’ve probably forgotten a huge chunk of background lore since there’s so much of it and I play every so often but if you want to write something particular, go for it.

I think since AE is so big on time travel, I’d like to see it treated as a theme in general. Like, a story that’s about the past, present and future. Maybe it’s literal as them hopping from era to era in an attempt to right something that was wrong. Maybe it’s as low stakes as finding a lost cat or delivering a forgotten letter. They must be aware of Aldo’s time traveling adventures so it’d be possible if the story could incorporate stuff like time loops or playing with time travel tropes in general. It could be present in the story itself like presenting a non-linear narrative or a story going backwards, or sidewards.

If possible I want the focus split between Riica and Zilva, and a huge side helping of Toova, but I don’t mind the rest of the cast or even original characters making an appearance and helping out with the story.

Fandom-specific DNW:

I know it’s something that happens in canon but please no jokes about how Toova is self-conscious about how old she is. The whole “haha obviously beautiful women are still so superficial about their ages and looks” joke is so tiresome to me. I don’t imagine Zilva could ever be that rude but I don’t like Riica or any other character commenting and Toova overreacting. Discussions or comments about aging, growing, or mortality are fine. Even other jokes or gags about it are fine, just no “it’s rude to ask a woman her real age” gags.

No smut or ship requests for this fandom. Background couples/shipping are okay if you wanna bring in other characters and their relationships. Non-canon ships are okay to appear if you have them.

Thanks for getting this far. I’m looking forward to reading the story that only you can tell.

“It's not the job of the artist to give the audience what the audience wants. If the audience knew what they needed, then they wouldn't be the audience. They would be the artists. It is the job of artists to give the audience what they need.”- Alan Moore

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srarlight · 1 year

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Another year another summary! This was... an odd one that's for sure ;v; A lot more IRL shenanigans happened that had my days a bit up and down, but as I tend to be, I'm keeping up the optimism!

A break down of my year under the read more!

So for an art update- I was worried by the time I got to December, that I would find I hadn't actually done too much since my usually source of work like RG took a hit this year. However, between zines, commissions, and new topics that helped me through some days- I was able to have a fair amount to show off here! This year is also heavily marked by me getting an iPad which ended up being a godsend because I often found my self either working 46 hour work weeks or a lil in bed or away from my pc. So in reality most of the art I got done was done on the iPad. So what I accomplished was: More paintings! Mostly for commissions, job prospects, and charity zines. I really like the ones I did finish and I think I am keeping up my art journey up well enough with practice. I also did a fair amount of concept art and character designs for both dnd related hobbies and a secret OG idea I'm collabing on with a friend for after RG is finished which will probably not be a few more years yet. Although if you notice that little blip above, that "fair amount" of the dnd concept art actually turned in a LOT thanks in part to a fixation I have that hasn't weaseled its way into my art much until now. I actually really like fish and ocean themes which mostly manifests in the stuff I own, but while I was dealing with surgeries and happenings, that was kind of like a huge comfort for me. It was mostly sketches and really rudimentary colors, but there ended up being so much of it. I actually am happy to see it because what it also lead to is inadvertently finally learning human anatomy because the fish folk concepts often had human counter parts or family. So FINALLY I'm bucking up and covering what is usually something I avoid like the plague, but now I can say I somewhat have a handle on. Unfortunately, because it's dnd related, I didn't really post much if any of it since it be spoilers for a hand full of people but the surprise is half the fun so maybe one day I'll post a massive collage of all of it. Outside of that I drew a few fancy weapons; made 23 pieces of music; handmade a pile of felt ornaments again; helped my roommate with a Halloween piece; did manage to get RG back in gear; and edited a good few things. Time for the bit of the more- personal stuff all vague like just to serve as a memory capsule for me. Starting off, in march I had my wisdom teeth removed. I know that's basically a common surgery, but in order to get it done I had to uproot my life for about a month to get that done. It wasn't all rough though because I stayed with my family for the entire duration. During that time while I was still a bit roughed up, I started that fish art, but also I got told about a job opportunity from someone I trust that they wanted me to try for. In order to do that I ended up making 3 very involved illustrations. Unfortunately with all that happenings with shows getting cancelled for animation this year, that ended up getting cancelled so that wasn't in the cards for meeee. Eventually I got home and had a few significant life things at least to me. That BF I had last year I ended up breaking up with, not because they did anything wrong, they were sososo very nice, but turns out I'm plenty touch adverse and was rather struggling to feel romantic feelings. I consider my self plenty ace and aromantic so I felt very- "was trying on a coat to see if it works" only to find out that maybe it could work one day, but for now I feel much happier being super platonically involved with the people I care about. That break up was rocky at the start but we recovered and are still great friends which was a relief cause I really do feel strongly about my friends. On a happier note I got to do several trips with friends this year! Saw the redwoods, went to local cons, & went on a road trip with my roommate and fair. I'm on team- go have experience with your friends when you can now or at least do friend activities online so I actually, for me at least, was out and about or was in voice calls a lot with friends. I really liked it and I feel enriched for it ;v; There were a few more negative things. Some additional situations that changed my life some that were hard and some stuff with my family where I had to give away at a lot to try and help them keep afloat. Family struggled with health this year a lot so I do fret over that. Also had a SECOND oral surgery. My gum just straight up ripped on me and I needed to get a skin graft that saw me distracted for another half a month or so while I was a mashed food gremlin and a lil unhappy about the pain stuff :T cost a pretty penny like the first one did, but rather that then have roots exposed. And for additional expensive things, I spent a good few dollars fixing stuff with my car. Was unpleasant but like 4/5ths of that is done. End of the year is fairing alright though! Still got savings despite all of that, still in a good home with nice roommates, & with plans to visit more friends in the future where ever I can squeeze it out. Oh and this was the first year I tried text RPs with close friends with our ocs and yeah turns out I can enjoy that too, but probably only with friends hah. So yeeeep I think that's most of what happened. Basically could have been worse and could have been better, but I'm still super thankful for the nice things that did happen. No matter what things happen this next year, if I can keep up hanging with friends, making art I enjoy, and scraping time to see little chunks of the world- I'll be good!!

#my art #art summary #life stuff

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demon-mortician · 1 year

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─ RP Preferences

Repost, don’t reblog. Bold what applies. Strikethrough what does not. Elaborate on any points you’d like.

Please be honest, we all want to find the people who work best with how we RP.

Types of RP / How I do threads

Honestly, I could adapt to most of the types of roleplay, but I'm kind of selective about it. I'm serious when the thread requires it and silly when the thread requires it, but the thing that bugs me the most it's roleplaying in first person.. Not my deal, really, I usually roleplay in third person, omnipresent narrator. I also adapt to any platform, so if you'd like to roleplay on Discord or any other app then just tell me.

Plotting Preferences

| Wing it | Get a general idea ooc and then run with it & plot further if need be | Long expansive thought out story arcs |

You just throw it in and we'll work in it! If something's too complex or you'd like to clarify some points before beginning please reach out to my DM's, I'll always be happy to plot with you <3

Type of threads I do / Prefer

I highly dislike One Liners cuz, most of the time, these lead to a boring thread that doesn't go anywhere. I'm not asking you to write a book, but I would love if you elaborated further on, at least a paragraph, when roleplaying with me.

Reply Speed for Threads & Consistency & Keeping threads

It's tricky for me to say that I'll respond instantly every day because, to be fully honest, I have a messed up schedule and I just come in and out any time, so if I ever miss a thread with you please reach out to me, I have fish memory and I'll forget if I'm busy with other threads D: but do have in count that I always go through my notifications to verify any pendant threads.. Out of that, If I stopped replying a thread, for any motive, and you'd like to continue it, please do tell! My reply schedule depends A LOT, so please be patient, I would appreciate it.

Romantic or sexual ships

| I don’t do these ships | I’m not against them happening but it is not the main point of my blog | All ships will have to be super slow burn & discussed a lot OOC, super chemistry based | I love doing ships, HMU I probably already ship it just ask! | I ship really quickly | I autoship or ship within a few interactions | I mainly RP for the cute ship fluff or smut |

Man, I LOVE fluff and romantic stuff! They make me very happy, hehe but always remember to reach out and be consistent about your ship ideas. I would recommend to read some stuff about Tomoky or interact with her as friends or in a first meeting before jumping straight into business, as Tomoky would look weird at you if you started flirting with her straight away, hahaha. I usually ship two characters if they seem like a good fit for each other, but I'm kinda shy KSKSKS so please reach out in any case if you're insecure!

Smut

Hmmm, I wouldn't say I love Smut specifically, but I don't hate it either. I just like it, y'know? Even more if it is between a ship and it's getting cute/steamy/interesting. I'm very VERY picky though, I don't like explicit descriptions or BDSM and related things, I'm more in the Subtle branch of the theme. Imagine you're writing a book, that's how I write Smut most of the time, and would appreciate if you did it too. I just get uncomfy when someone gets all weird and/or explicit.

I wouldn't say you'll see me writing Smut all the time, cuz' there are very few ships around that I would be willing to roleplay it with, and I ONLY roleplay it with pre-stablished ships, so all that comes to the previous point.

Active hours [Specify Timezone, if you’d like]

Any day, any time, if I casually jump on Tumblr and I got the time to reply, I'll do.

Activity Schedule

| SUPER slow and sporadic, like once a month or so | Slow and sporadic week-long gaps between activity | Bi-weeklyish activity | Weekly activity (specify if there’s a certain time you have school/work/etc. off that you are most active) | Daily activity | I’m online nearly all the time |

As I said before, I don't run on schedules, so I just hop in and reply at a random hour. I do hop in daily though.

Starters

| I don’t do starter calls | I want to do starter calls but often don’t have time | I do selective calls (specify) | I don’t do calls, but always feel free to ask me for one! I do starter calls rarely/regularly/often |

I usually run in Ask-Based Starters (with Ask Games I reblog) but I'm always open to write a starter if you'd like me to, I also have some Open Interactions and I'm willing to do more, it all depends, just ask.

AUs

| I don’t do AUs | My blog is an AU but outside of that I don’t do them | I sometimes do them but only with a lot of plotting | I have a couple of AUs already feel free to request them! | I have AUs coming out of my ears please interact with them! | I love making AUs HMU to plot if you think of one! | There are some AUs I won’t do (specify here) |

Let's see, about the AUs thing. My blog is an AU, yeah, in some form, cuz' it takes place in Diabolik Lover's Universe, but I also do other AUs with minor changes like the Out-Of-DL AU, etc. I also have a little AU where Tomoky is a Servant in a Mansion.. It all depends, if you got an idea reach out to me, but do have in mind that I most probably won't do anything so crazy or so out of the rails.

Crossovers

| I don’t do crossovers (specify reason if you’d like) | I’m selective with crossovers (specify reason if you’d like) | I love crossovers! |

I mean, if it's a crossover between many OC's of the same theme as Tomoky, then I think it's good? But I wouldn't be willing to do any crossover between franchises and stuff, it's not my thing.

#tomoky masamune #mortician filia #rp preferences #ask blog #mortician-filia #diabolik lovers oc #diabolikloversoc #diabolik oc #oc #rp

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thessalian · 1 year

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Thess vs Two Cakes

So the theme of today’s exploration of video games is “Like X But I Like It More”. Because my brother-from-another-mother has basically looked at the week I’ve had like, “This is burnout and unhappiness and I like my umsibling and Forever DM not to burn out please so I will throw Zen games in that direction and hope it helps”, and as well as having ... well, quasi-Zen, honestly ... it’s given me thinky-thoughts.

Kingdoms and Castles, for example. It’s kind of like what would happen if you crossed Sim City with the latest Sid Meier Civilisation game, and made it cute. Like, “Look over there! Go get those resources so you can effectively build your town and make your citizens happy! Your citizens have to be happy or they’re going to balk at your taxes. Oh, yeah, and occasionally a building is going to catch fire for no reason”. But they have a setting that means you don’t get attacked by Vikings, which is nice. So when I don’t feel like Laying Siege To Germany (it’s an in-joke; don’t ask), I have a thing that lets me do a similar thing in a kind of chill way. I do miss the Sim City ability to just go, “I don’t like this town anymore - EXTINCTION EVENT TIIIIIIIIIIIME!”

The most recent one is Story of Seasons: Pioneers of Olive Town. Which is ... well, it’s pretty much literally Stardew Valley with better graphics. I mean it. Seriously. That is exactly what it is. Though with the better graphics comes a few more bits of fun. Like, I get a pet. So I have a Scottish Fold named Muffin, who I can actually take for walks. So, like, if I don’t want to be charging through town holding an axe or a hammer or a fishing rod or whatever, I can just grab the leash and take a walk through town doing my various chores ... with Muffin on leash. It’s adorable.

Now, see, I have Stardew Valley. You’d think that I’d be all like, “I can already do this; what do I need this expensive version of it for?” But the little differences just make it, for me. I like the better graphics. I like the 3D approach. I like having a pet that I can take on walks. Honestly, I like not having to take a weapon down to the mines with me whenever I go. And I figured out the crafting a lot faster too. Which just goes to show that you can have games that do the exact same thing as games already out there because a) someone might engage better with a different presentation, and b) ... well, the “HOLY SHIT! TWO CAKES!” effect. I have so many farming sim games and now I think I’ve found the one I actually just ... like.

It’s a similar premise to the turn-based, D&D-based RPGs, at least for me. Like, I don’t know how I’d feel about Pathfinder (maybe I should throw it back on my wishlist and find out), but I do know that I did not really feel it with Baldur’s Gate 3. It’s the kind of big that requires a more flexible DM than AI will ever be, and honestly I don’t like the companions that much. I get that it’s supposed to be edgy ‘poor little meow-meows’ or whatever terminology we’re using now, but I guess I prefer a set-up where the party members ... actually ... like each other? Where I don’t feel like I’m picking sides every time I talk to a companion? DA2 did “companions at odds with each other a bit” way better, if you ask me. So if I want turn-based D&D-based RPG, I play Solasta instead, where the mechanics (and story areas, frankly) are more forgiving, and where the party kind of has to get along since it’s entirely created by the player so they can’t do “I have a specific prejudice against This Member Of The Party”. (Not that they’re entirely without personality, the Solasta characters; it just goes by the personality traits you picked out for them according to background etc.)

Right. I have an entirely free day owing to Saturday Shenanigans being called on account of scheduling issues (it’s part of the package, I guess, but also good because after the week I’ve had, a whole weekend off feels like exactly what I need), and I have video games. I just need to pick which one. Which is the hard part. But I did manage to get another level-up done for the Cupcake Coterie, two if you count my own. Which I kind of have to because this is about to get hilarious. The DM PC who’s thankfully more PC than DM most of the time? Well ... she just hit level 10 Bard in her somewhat insane dual-class. Which not only means the full complement of Expertise (ask her to lie for the party. Please. Seriously, her stats are ludicrous. And also she’s never getting snuck up on again), but Magical Secrets. Which means two spells from any class. And she’s a College of Swords Bard married to a Paladin (or a Not-Just-A-Paladin, but still).

Alisaie’s getting smites.

Heeeeeeeeeeheeheeheehee.

#Thess plays video games #Thess RPs

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liitlesunshiine · 3 years

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High on the clock

Quirkless AU - Toya Todoroki

Warnings: cursing, drug use, anxiety, panic attack mention, suggestive themes, slight sexual themes

A fun light hearted fic. Definitely enjoyed writing this piece so I hope you guys enjoy reading it. ^.^ It’s flirty n cute n Toya is a total bae. <3

You and Toya are coworkers who try making the most out of your shitty job.

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“Goddd this place fuckin blows.” You groaned in frustration sitting across Toya.

“As if I didn’t know that already,” he sleeplishly replied.

You never intended on working in this shit show of a store for as long as you have but yet, here you were two wasted years later. You had high hopes after graduation but it seems no job wants to hire someone with no experience and you can’t get any experience since you can’t get an actual job that’ll provide it. So it’s forced you in this sort of awkward limbo and vicious cycle of going back and forth. You’ve been stuck wearing this shitty bright uniform with a barely livable wage and terrible hours. Miserable every second of the day, with the constant guilt eating at you for being so complacent.

Of course there were a few exceptions.

Of course… Like the highly attractive coworker you spent most of your time here with. Days spent with Toya were significantly better than the days spent without Toya. In fact, if it weren’t for him, you’d probably wouldn’t have lasted as long as you had here. Because man, when days were good they were ok, but when the days were bad, they were really fucking bad. Some in which you were ready to burn down everyone and everything yet the sweet, hot, god-like Toya would make you melt with his cute quirky smile and meet your eyes with his own that you would absolutely drown in and next thing you know, you had completely forgotten about what you were upset over. Now, it’s just a bonus that he meets your sarcasm with his own, the both of you have always had this flirty like atmosphere that neither of you are willing to acknowledge but low key kinda know there’s an underlying sexual tension there. It was strange how well you both got along, the average onlooker would assume nothing more than a simple boyfriend and girlfriend relationship but it was really just mutual likability and connection between the two of you. Days with Toya were simply good days. And you were absolutely grateful for someone like him because god knows how terrible it’d really be here without him.

“Why don’t we make this night a bit memorable,” Toya who was right next to you behind the counter, gives you a side wink and unzips the company jacket to reveal a small ziplock within the pocket. Andddddd long behold it’s weed! You chuckle to yourself, never getting tired of Toya’s shenanigans. Very much appreciated as he’s best form of entertainment here.

“Toya we almost got caught last time, you really wanna risk it again?” Your words ran on deaf ears as he was already rolling up the blunt underneath the counter, “what’s the worst they can do? Fire us?” You stopped for a second and nodded, well he wasn’t wrong. Maybe this was the push you needed to finally leave this shit hole. “You got a point, let’s do it quick before someone comes in.”

While this is a 24 hour convenience store, usually pass 1am, rarely anyone is inside. So you suppose it wouldn’t be too bad of an idea. Plus with Toya your bound to have a good time, who are you to deny him. You trusted in him enough to get away with his bs.

“Pass the lighter doll,” you fished for the lighter that was nicely decorated with little blue flames over in your small book bag and passed it to him. He holds the blunt between his two hands and you duck underneath the counter with him. “Ladies first,” he cockily said, you lean forward and placed your mouth on the blunt while he held it for you. He always did this and it always felt oddly intimate to you. Couldn’t help the warm fuzzy feeling in your chest taking over when his glass like eyes gazed over you. They always made you curious and somehow hungry for knowledge of his life. You’ve never knew someone so well yet know nothing of them, but that’s always been enigma of Touya. You exhaled closing your eyes, attempting to calm your nerves. “You know the only time I ever smoke is on the job with you.” He smirked bringing the blunt to his own lips, “guess I’m a bad influence then.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes. “Everyone needs a lil spice in their life, no?” It was his turn to roll his eyes. You gently grabbed his wrist and led the blunt back to your lips again, he stared quietly at you. Which oddly made you tense up. “Don’t look at me like that,” you smiled.

“Like what?” He smiled.

“Like I’m the most beautiful girl in the world that you can’t live without.” Now you both laughed. This was the usual routine with Toya; cracking jokes and talking shit for a bit and simply enjoying each other’s company while the store was empty. He finally broke the trance you were in when he spoke up.

“You know, having my father kick me out of the house wasn’t so bad after all,” Toya leaned in.

You looked at him with a puzzled look, he never brings up his father. Whenever the conversation appeared it was quickly diverted elsewhere. You didn’t want to poke or intrude but curiosity got the best of you and you couldn’t help but want to continue the conversation. “Yea? Why is that?” You wondered. His father, from what you’ve been able to gather with the little bits Toya has mentioned here and there, was that supposedly his father is some CEO to a multi million dollar company. Odd considering the likes to where Toya ended up but you concluded that they must’ve ended in bad terms. You understood how cruel and selfish parents can be and didn’t need further explanation on that part. Easy to assume considering how poorly and little he speaks of him. He shut your ideas off with his simple response.

“I wouldn’t be smoking a blunt with the world’s most beautiful girl under this shitty counter, if it weren’t for it.” Ha, that definitely caught you off guard, causing a light blush to form across your face. Even with a seeming sensitive topic he still manages to tease you. He’s got that cheeky smile plastered all over, “Got you choked up doll?” You rolled your eyes. You were about to tell him off before the door rang indicating that someone has entered the store. You snapped out of the haze and immediately got up to quickly realize that the person who entered was one of the regional managers, oh fuck. You nearly froze in fear and kicked Toya under the counter. “Ow the fuck was that for?” He looked at you while soothing the kick you just gave him but upon looking at your panicked expression and frenzied body, he quickly crushed the blunt and shoved it back inside the pocket of his jacket. He didn’t need to be told or explained which you greatly appreciated at the moment. Toya was always able to read the room, bless his soul. He clumsily got back up to which you had fixed his crooked hat and whispered into his ear to tuck his shirt in while covering him slightly to do so.

“Hi-ya hello, good afternoon, I mean good evening sir.” You embarrassedly stumbled over your words to which Toya snickered at. You kicked him again harder this time as discreetly as you could. On the verge of a panic attack. He gripped tightly at the counter, smiling at the man in front of you both. Hissing silently at the pain your kick caused him. He gave you a quick side eye nodding his head in disapproval. Which somehow made you feel drastically worse.

“Good evening to you both, I’m sure you know who I am.”

You responded a bit too hastily looking like a rabid chihuahua. “Yes! Yea. Of course we do, how are you? What brings you in at this time? It’s so late.” You manage to say within 2.0 seconds, the automatic robotic customer service attitude overtaking your body. Well- at least trying to considering you just had a 30-minute smoke sesh under the counter and your mind is desperately trying to sober up. Honestly, what the fuck was he doing here at this time? This has never happened and I mean out of all the hours of the day. Oh yea, you’re definitely getting fucked, the smell of weed was so pungent, it was literally embarrassing how bad the situation looks. You wanted to cry. Toya’s eyes were stained red and you only assumed yours look worse.

“Gotten a few complaints about this store recently. Wanted to come in and take a look.” You began to get a cold sweat, oh shit he knows, he definitely knows. You had words lodged in your throat that couldn’t come out. What could you say? What can you say? You’re in the wrong here. Everyone knows that smoking weed with your cool and kinda hot coworker under the counter is definitely not ok. Maybe even illegal, oh god what if this gets on your record. You’ll definitely not be able to get a professional job, then you’ll really get stuck working a even shitter job than this. Oh good oh god oh my god.

As if sensing the absolute panic and anxiety off of you, Toya gently caressed your arm motioning you to relax and to stay silent. You recognized the wave that washed over him and instantly knew he’d handle the situation, he always does. And if you could die in his arms right now, you’d accept your fate happily. Toya was an interesting man oh right, you always believed he held such potential to do great things and even change the world. It doesn’t make sense really considering you both work at a basic job but you had come to secretly admire the guy. You’d would tell him too, how you believed in him, how you had so much confidence for him to become something great but he would always shut it down and brush it off like it was nothing. It was as if he didn’t think he was good enough. It always bugged you that he thought so little of himself, but seeing him now causally and confidently bullshit the regional manager out of your current situation just simply reminded you of how special he was to you. Definitely got your pussy wet and made you eternally grateful too.

Toya was standing in front of the counter, making hand gestures while the manager just stared analyzing his words. You were completely z0ned out, only able to get parts of the conversation.

“We’ve been having this customer appear at the store over and over again around this time of night harassing me and Y/N. We’ve considered calling the cops since he’s always high off his mind, we’ve caught him smoking in the bathroom on multiple occasions too. He was in here about 15 minutes ago and we haven’t been able to get rid of the smell.”

Ah the beautiful lies that slipped through Toya’s lips sounded like a symphony. It was nothing short of comedic and yet so fucking Oscar-worthy. You could definitely pay this man to tell you lies he with how effortlessly convincing he was. You couldn’t even care to listen to what the manager was responding with, but on his way out he waved at you wishing you a goodnight and you sighed out with relief.

Toya turns to you clasping his hands together “well there’s gonna be a security guard here for the next two weeks.” You laughed “I guess that’s better than getting fired huh.”

“I’m not sure about that,” he chuckled. “I texted Shigs to come and take over the rest of our shift.”

You looked at him confused, “how come? Either way, do you think he’ll be ok alone here?”

Toya slipped his phone into his pocket and walked back to you “yea he doesn’t give a fuck. Besides you look pale fucking white, guess this guy sobered your ass up real quick.”

You attempted to glare angrily at him but it came off as a soft puppy look. You had no energy nor the strength to pretend. It feels like you just got whiplash from the rollercoaster you were on. Figured it was no use in lying considering you looked like you just went through it. “Yea, I still feel high as shit, I just wanna go home already, only thing this guy gave me was a fat fucking headache.”

He ruffled the top of your head, “awe poor baby,” he said in a teasing tone, he inched up right beside you, “I got something that can help with that.” You jokingly pushed him off you, tying to ignore the warm feeling pooling under your stomach. Your mind was definitely thinking something dirty with a million miles per second and with how he handled today’s situation you’d be more than willing to give him whatever he pleased, but you pretended to cast aside those intrusive thoughts and act unfazed. “Shit don’t tell me you got Advil on you too?”

He chuckled lightly nodding is head down, “got something even better doll.” He scoots up next to you and grabs a bottle of excedrin underneath the counter, passing it to you. You excitedly open it taking two pills out “oh my god I didn’t know we had some underneath here, yes thank you. You're definitely my hero today Toya.” As if y’all didn’t work in a convenience store that had if not all types of medicines. It was the effort that made it special though, it’s what brought that bright goofy smile of yours to light.

You weren’t able to see the blush that formed on his cheeks while you swallowed the two pills. “Yea I remember you telling me you get headaches n shit and I know this medicine helps with it.” He was scratching the back of his head awkwardly. He never really handles compliments well but you tippy toed over to him and wrapped your arms softly around his neck. “I appreciate it Toya, that was really thoughtful. Thank you.”

If you didn’t see his previous blush you definitely noticed this one, which in turn lead you to blush. But you couldn’t miss this opportunity- “AWE is lil Toya blushing. So cute brings me back to my middle school days.” That caused a loud laugh to come out of you both. “Shut it.” he quickly and quietly said.

“Am I interrupting something.” You and Toya quickly untangled from each other trying to play off the slight tension in the air.

“Errrr um.. Hey Shiggy, thanks for uh coming in.” You awkwardly stumbled, you never really got along with him so there was always this weird loud silence between the both of you. He already seemed to be annoyed, per usual. The sloppy blue hair all tangled looking greasy and his patchy skin looking irritated and flaky as usual. He definitely was not amused or happy to be here. Well when was her ever. You’ve yet to seen the man smile.

“Whatever.” He takes a sip from his metal bottle and walks over to the counter.

“Shiggy you the man, thanks for pulling up bud.” Toya pats him in the back and Shigaraki shuttered. “Don’t touch me,” he flatly said. He glared at you both.

“You guys can go leave and fuck now.” The words caught you instantly by surprise and you got completely red. “That’s not what were gonn- ugh whatever like it matters.” With that, you and Toya clock out and leave the store with Shigaraki sending daggers at your back.

“He’s always acting like such a bitch.” You annoyingly complained.

Toya puts his arm around your shoulder pulling you closer to him “he ain’t so bad when you get to know him.”

“I guess.” You rolled your eyes, you didn’t really care. You were more relieved to have finally left. He can rot in the store by himself for all you care. Not you or Toga would miss him.

“So,” Toya glided with his words, itching you closer to him. He was leading the way in this position with you happily following. Not knowing the destination but feeling completely at peace with his form completely snug at your side. You comfortably wrapped your arm around his waist and gently placed your head in the crook of his neck. This was nice you thought, you and Toya were always this intimate when alone. No hesitation or awkwardness, just simply holding hands and sharing body heat as friends with the underlying passion waiting to burst and to be acknowledged. But nothing ever felt rushed, not with Toya. You stared at him from this angle, taking in his beautiful effortless features. His lashes looked so long as you stared in slight jealousy, his hair a perfect black mess with hidden red roots if you stared long enough, and his eyes. Man, you could write poems and sing songs with how the eyes stirred up some emotion you can't quite pin down. Always causing an eruption of feelings you can barely control.

You felt the warmth from his breath when he spoke, “wanna go to back to my place and finish that blunt? Would love nothing more than to see the world’s most beautiful girl on my bed.”

You blushed and nodded looking at those piercing blue eyes once again “well, when you look at me like that I guess I can’t say no.”

Maybe this time you would finally show Toya just how special he really is to you.

#Touya x You #toya #toya todoroki #todoroki x reader #bnha dabi #dabi smut #dabi imagine #dabi x reader #dabi #dabi my hero academia #my hero fanfic #my hero academia #dabi fluff #dabi fic #toya smut #kinktober #mha todoroki

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lon-lon-ranch · 2 years

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Ever since stumbling upon your blog I wondered; Why/When did you start shipping the adorable and wonderful couple that is Malink? I apologize for bothering you in case you already answered that :'D Best of greetings and stay safe as well as healthy!

This is such a wholesome ask, I haven’t answered it before so thank you for sending it!

Short Answer: I have a crippling weakness for redhead women and farmers

Long Answer: Malink was the first pair I actually remember avidly shipping when I was really young! For some reason playing Ocarina of Time, I got overwhelmed really fast with all the brutal stuff Link encountered as a child, and had this really strange sense of isolation playing as Link. Like, everywhere he went, he was an outsider (Destined to outgrow the Kokiri Forest kids and not even be recognized by them in the future, basically a fish out of water in Castle Town, not a Ruto, Goron, etc.) and although he helped people and was generally welcomed by them, I always got the sense he’d never be 100% one of them, that he’d never have a permanent home anywhere he went.

And then a redhead farmer girl came into the picture.

It’s undeniable that Malon and Link’s interactions as kids are ADORABLE and the amount of detail and world building that went into her home (Malon’s secret drawings behind the pots in her bedroom, learning about her mom, how Epona’s song is what binds you two through time) really made it a comfy place to me. And then Link returning as an adult and helping her liberate the ranch from Ingo and hear her singing again and how EXCITED she was to see him was absolutely supreme.

Lon Lon Ranch was the one place I felt Link was always really at home, and although it was dumb, my childhood self made sure that every time I saved the game, I would always be at the Ranch listening to Malon singing Epona’s song.

Link was such a man out of time as an adult, and after the shenanigans of finding her dad in Castle Town, Malon was the only person who didn’t need or want anything from him besides his company. She even gifted him Epona, which grew on to become Link’s most iconic partner in the series. And the angst of Link returning randomly into her life 7 years in the future and rediscovering feelings? Top tier. So, I always imagined once Link got sent back in time at the end of Ocarina of Time and saved the people of Termina in Majora’s Mask, he deserved to have an ending where he could be a little selfish and have his own home and love, while still being in the center and the heart of Hyrule.

And of course the idea that Malon’s song heard in Twilight Princess in the Hyrule Field Night Theme is Malon singing out to her hero as he mentors their grandson is just… *chef’s kiss*

And everyone on this site who draws Malink is SO talented and kind, so even though I have no artistic ability at all (lol), I’m glad my collection of all the great artwork here has been able to convert people to loving Malink or remembering why they started in the first place!

Sorry I could go ON AND ON about this pair and my thoughts are probably all over the place, but in the end, in conjunction with it being the most likely pair in canon for the timeline, I think my own experience of playing the game as Link finding a home and Malon showing unconditional support and admiration for her fairy boy led me to shipping Malink as much as I do now.

I just love the idea that Link searched the entirety of his world of Hyrule and Termina and returned to his home: Malon at Lon Lon Ranch.

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barzzal · 3 years

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can you write mat and y/n choosing the destination for their first vacation together? she wants some place warm, with beaches, no golf or fishing.

warning: stripping, language, good ole teasing and suggestive themes (loved this tysm anon!)

“alright, let’s deal with this once and for all.” you come out of the master bath, with only your bathrobe and undergarments on.

across the room sat mathew, who was rather preoccupied playing what seems to be another one of his tedious games. however, upon sensing the unusual tone in your voice, he most certainly figured hearing you out would be the sanest thing for him to do.

it had been over a month since you had mat all to yourself after the season had finally been concluded. and since then, you have bugged him about wanting to spend some time alone and get away, perhaps, in a secluded place away from anything you’ve already laid your eyes on.

mat wanted the same thing too. but knowing him, you know how much he’d try persuading you about including his golfing shenanigans in the already cramped itinerary.

so, eventually, after sprinkled arguments from week after week have gone by, you finally grew tired of the dynamic and decided to step up because sure enough, you know that if you wouldn’t do this salient thing, you and mat would end up at some lake house you got off airbnb the last minute. you know full well you’d just dread that entire week.

mat waits patiently as he was seated in his gaming chair, hoodie and sweats lazily worn after an indolent day.

you clear your throat and looked at him, brows arching along with the smug smile you try to hide from the man sitting before you.

“alright, we need to decide where to go while you have time off work.” you tell him.

“babe, i told you, let me handle it okay? we can just rent a lake house back home.”

you snort, causing mat to scratch his brows frustratingly. “what do you propose we do then?”

“first of all, you’re not taking me to a lake house because i’ve had enough trips with you where all i did was to sit in that goddamn boat, waiting for you to catch a goddamn fish under the scorching sun. —hard pass, mister.” you begin, putting both of your hands on your waist, inevitably making him stifle a smile at your usual bluntness.

“so, i think it’s best that i make all the decisions.“

“what? no way. that’s unfair!” he retorts, already picking up his console to get back to his game.

“wait! hear me out first, will you?” you protest, earning a loud groan from him as he threw it back onto the desk. mat utters a conceding “fine.”, surrendering by putting his sole attention on you.

“one item of clothing will be stripped off of me with every decision you agree on.”

mathew’s capability and strength to comprehend the rest of what you said had certainly gone out the window the first time he heard the only words he needed to hear.

“mkay i’m listening. but you do know i’m gonna agree just so i could see you naked, don’t you?” he tauntingly asks, wide grin already beaming off him.

you roll your eyes back and shushed him, “it won’t be that easy.”

“try me.”

“we’re going for a week with neither golf nor fishing.” you see mat think for a hot second, contesting with himself if he could even last a week without hitting a ball or two.

but alas, you’ve succeeded once you hear him mutter a silent “fuck.” under his breath.

to which you obliged and answered by undoing your hair, letting your strands fall onto your shoulders before it finally settles on your back.

“oh you’re such a cheat!” mathew retorts with a hand wildly protesting into thin air. irked that a scrunchie counted as a clothing when it barely was one.

you dismiss his little fit and proceeded onto the next, “you’re not to bring any of your stupid games for the whole trip.”

mat bites his tongue, his body undeniably going against his will. “fine.”

with a giant smirk on your face having to get rid of his mind numbing nba game, you loose your robe slowly and intricately, letting the long tie dance in between your fingers before finally letting the smooth silk of fabric slide down your body; revealing nothing but a sight of mat’s favorite set of lingerie.

“now we’re talking.” mat props himself up, putting a hand on his lips as he stares at your almost buck naked body.

“i changed my mind, i want two whole weeks.“ you demand, putting an arm behind to start unclasping your bra.

“fuck, are you gonna cheat your way into this??” mat groans in exasperation, growing the more impatient upon thinking about what’s waiting behind those laces still hindering him from seeing two things he most certainly loved about you.

“keep arguing and you will never see the light of day, barzy.”

mat concedes, yet again, with a heavy sigh. evidently aroused by the build up of anticipation prolonged by your incessant teasing.

once mat agrees on cutting him an extra week of meeting his buddies, you let go of the only and by only, meaning the ridiculously thin lace brassiere you were wearing, exposing your bare breasts— drowning mat in his obscene and quite graphic images of what he would be doing the moment his skin meets yours.

however, said indecent reveries were taken away as you played your biggest card. “i want two weeks in maldives.”

“babe, no. i’ll give you two weeks in bali, and that’s it.” he says, regretting that he had to say no to one thing that’s going to get rid of those laces wrapped around your hips.

“no, i told you you have to agree! we’re going to maldives or you’re spending the night with a hard on?”

mat throws his back, thinking. he runs his hand through his hair as he shaked his head no. “baby, you know we’re saving up for an apartment right? so please, take that thing off?” he pleaded.

when mat hears another resounding no, he decides to push himself up and be the one to take the remaining clothing off of you.

“y/n, take your panties off.” he orders, walking towards your way.

“no!” you say at once, beginning to run away from him. your giggles filling every corner of the room as mat followed you into the closet, the same words leaving his lips over and over again, “take it off!”

#mat barzal imagine #mat barzal smut #mat barzal fanfiction #mat barzal fic #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #nhl smut #hockey smut #barzzal blurbs

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kaizokuou-ni-naru · 3 years

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The Voyage So Far: Water Seven

east blue (1 | 2) || alabasta (1 | 2) || skypiea || water 7 || enies lobby || thriller bark || paramount war (1 | 2) || fishman island || punk hazard || dressrosa (1 | 2) || whole cake island || wano (1 | 2)

i’ve mentioned several times before that the davy back fight is one of my least favorite arcs, mostly because i found it very dragging and tedious when i was reading it, but there are a couple things i really like in it, and, perhaps unsurprisingly, most of them have to do with zoro. i really like his moment here with chopper, and it also showcases his ability to act as more of an authority figure to the crew, which is something that makes a substantial return after enies lobby with the matter of usopp’s return.

zoro and sanji’s match in the davy back fight is far and away my favorite part of the entire arc. it’s just really fun.

like i said, this arc isn’t a favorite of mine, but i do definitely understand why it’s important to the saga and greater story in a couple different ways. one of them is that it’s just an easy, lighthearted detour that both gives the audience a chance to breathe and the strawhats a chance to showcase just how much they love each other and work well together- which turns into a fucking sledgehammer to the skull in the next arc when that unity is directly threatened. and the other reason this arc is important...

...is because of aokiji.

aokiji’s introductory scene is a brutal showcase of absolute power, and a very clear reminder that the strawhats are still very much little fish in a very, very big pond. all of the strawhats are impacted by this to some degree- it’s how badly they get curb-stomped here that leads luffy to come up with his gears as a way of closing the huge power gap he’s just learned about.

most important, though, are robin and usopp. for robin, this is a stark reminder of the fact that the government will never stop hunting her down; for usopp, who’s less obvious, it’s the seeds of the full-blown inferiority crisis that will later explode with the news about merry. both of their arcs throughout water 7 and enies lobby, essentially the twin emotional backbones of the saga, start right here.

i really like that the other strawhats all fell asleep waiting for robin and luffy to wake up. it calls back to them doing the same when nami was sick before drum, and also it’s just so fucking sweet.

water seven is my favorite island, full stop. if i was going to live anywhere in one piece’s world, i’d want to live on water seven. it’s just so creatively designed and visually great, with the canals and the tiered city and the massive fountain in the middle. the supporting cast are still one of my favorites, and the culture feels very real and authentic. i just love water seven a lot.

i just said it but it bears repeating- the water seven supporting cast is really good. iceburg, the galley-la shipwrights, franky and his family, kokoro and chimney are all really memorable, and most of them are really likable, too- and cp9, with all their eccentricities, fit in perfectly. water seven’s cast is very interconnected, as well, and their relationships all feel very believable.

all of which, of course, only makes the later treachery hurt all the more.

the atmosphere of water seven is really, really well done. the bad starts slow, with the news that merry is unfixable, and then continues into an accelerating downwards spiral of hopelessness: usopp and luffy’s fight and usopp leaving the crew, robin’s seeming betrayal, the assassination attempt on iceburg, the city and galley-la turning on them as a result, and the agua laguna- it just gets worse and worse and worse.

and then, after they’ve been stomped down about as far as they can go and come out alive anyways, they pick themselves back up again and go to save their friend, because that’s what the strawhat pirates do.

i just really like getting to see these four going feral on the franky family, it’s one of my favorite scenes in this whole arc. in general, i tend to love the moments where luffy specifically gets properly angry, and we get a lot of them in this arc.

even though the fight between luffy and usopp is genuinely very tense and fast-paced and would probably be exciting if it were any other two characters fighting, it never really feels anything other than melancholy. i think that’s a testament to just how good oda is at setting the mood of the scene. it’s made very clear, especially through the reactions of the other characters- merry ‘crying’ is fucking heartbreaking- that this is nothing less than a tragedy.

i think it’s kind of interesting we aren’t shown franky’s face until about halfway into water seven. prior to this, we’re given pretty much only reasons to hate him, with his theft of the strawhats’ money and the franky family beating usopp to shit. but just after this point is when we start getting our first humanizing and sympathetic moments for him, starting when he gets worried and a little frantic when he hears about the attempt on iceburg’s life.

i just really, really like the way some of these water seven action sequences are depicted. they feel very tense and desperate, which matches the general mood of this part of the arc perfectly.

this panel of usopp working on merry always reminds me of the shots of the klabautermann doing the same during skypiea. i’m not sure if it’s even intentional, honestly, but it’s an extra little bit of heartbreak either way.

one piece has a lot of amazing spreads, but this might be one of my favorites for sheer impact. cp9, watching as the city they’ve lived and worked in for years burns down in a fire they set, satisfied by a job well done. it’s almost all in black and white with very little grey, which creates some fantastic contrast, and their pitch-black silhouettes against the nighttime inferno are just striking.

this entire scene between usopp and franky, as usopp works on the merry and franky gives him advice and tries to make him see its hopeless and they kind of awkwardly, accidentally bond, is probably my favorite in the whole of water seven. it was also the scene that singlehandedly made me love franky as a character.

they have a really good, really enjoyable dynamic, and at the same time the conflict between them is real and understandable, and brought about because they’re both trying to do the right thing.

tom’s workers are one of my favorite little groups of characters in the whole of one piece’s story, and they deserve more appreciation. they’re family!! a little family of broken pieces who worked together to build something really, really amazing. and they still care about each other in the present, even though they got shattered apart so badly and none of them ever really recovered.

this is a tremendously under-appreciated chopper moment. not only did he carry two full-grown men out of a fire, he even managed to get zoro’s sword and iceburg’s hamster. extremely cool of him.

this is also the exact moment the strawhats’ collective luck begins to turn: chopper saves the day, and nami learns that robin did what she did to protect them, and sanji gets aboard the sea train, and from there it’s a no-brakes train from their very lowest low straight to the triumph at enies lobby.

i love all the shenanigans sanji gets up to with the sea train, i think the whole sequence is absolutely one of his shining moments. it’s always a delight to see sanji get up to Sneaky Bastard Bullshit, and the whole thing is just so fun, which is a dearly needed breath of fresh air after how relentless this arc has been until this point.

robin’s little smile when thinking of luffy and when she joined the strawhats... :( i’ve noticed it’s a recurring trend for strawhats who try to leave the crew to flash back to when they joined as they do. usopp has it earlier this same arc just before leaving, and sanji does it in whole cake island in the sanji vs. luffy chapter.

i really like how much everyone comes together at the end of water seven leading into enies lobby. after how fractured and fraught things have been throughout the arc, both within and without the strawhat crew, it’s great to see them not only all united again for a common goal, but with a huge group of allies at their backs.

these three are SUCH a hilarious team, and i would love to see them work together again like this sometime. they’re literally just clowning on the marines all the way up the train, it’s fantastic.

factually i understand sanji’s aversion to fighting with his hands and his fighting style is very unique and cool and also meaningful to him because he learned from zeff, and also if i remember right it’s implied he learned how to swordfight from the vinsmokes which makes it very reasonable he would want absolutely nothing to do with that skillset

but speaking purely in terms of stupid idiot lizard brain i think sanji should fight with knives more

this is another of my absolute favorite spreads, and i think what makes it for me is the casual confidence- luffy tells zoro to cut the train, and zoro does, both of them with no doubts at all about zoro’s ability to do so. it really goes to show how far they’ve come from back in east blue when zoro couldn’t even cut luffy out of a metal cage.

there’s something very impactful about the fact that of all the strawhats, robin gets this speech from usopp. usopp, who’s had the worst falling-out with luffy in the series to date, is the one who tells robin: you haven’t left the crew yet, you can’t leave the crew yet, luffy is coming to get you. believe in him.

franky’s “existing is not a crime” line is one of the most memorable and iconic lines from this entire saga, and for good reason. it sums up one of the main themes of not just this arc but also the series as a whole- the very same idea will come up again for ace during marineford, and in law’s backstory as well. it’s never a crime to just exist, and people should not never be persecuted for their blood or heritage. one piece doesn’t fuck around with its theming, it really doesn’t.

to be continued next time, with enies lobby!

#the voyage so far #one piece #long post #arc: water 7 #not japanese #opmeta

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dreamsmp-au-ideas · 3 years

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Ok, basics of Soul Eater. This is a world where people can be born with the ability to transform into magical weapons, known as Demon weapons. They can come to this school called the DWMA (Death Weapon Meister Academy) and find a partner who’s able to wield them, called a meister. If their soul wavelengths are compatible, they’ll become a pair. These weapon-meister pairs are then tasked with going out into the world and fighting off kishin eggs, which are people who have strayed onto the path of evil by eating human souls. If they aren’t hunted down and eliminated, they will eventually form into a kishin – a creature of pure madness that would destroy the world.

There are also Witches, beings of magic who are kind of like a third party – some want the kishin to be revived because it causes chaos, but others are chill and actually on the side of the DWMA. Witches are important because their souls are the key to a Demon weapon awakening their true form, and gaining extra powers. Defeating a witch and consuming their soul makes the weapon into a Death Scythe, a weapon powerful enough to be wielded by Death himself, the god of the world.

For my AU, I’m just taking the premise of the world and replacing the characters with DSMP/MCYT characters, so I won’t explain much there. Great show, would recommend highly, it’s on Netflix, read the manga as well if you’re disappointed by the ending of the anime.

Anyways, I’d like to use more MCYT characters than just DSMP peeps, like some Hermitcraft folks, but I know nothing about them really, so I just have DSMP stuff for now.

Phil is Death, because I can’t help but make him immortal in every AU I make. He’s the one who determines who has started to go down the path of the kishin and makes the order for them to be taken out. (Sounds kinda intense, but in this universe souls of people like this actually look different to healthy human souls).

Dream and George are a meister-weapon pair. George is a Demon Axe, and they are classified as a Three-Star pair (the highest ranking a meister can achieve, and second only to being a Death Scythe for a weapon.)

Techno is also a three-star meister, although his situation is a little different. He doesn’t wield a Demon weapon, but instead he wields a legendary sword called Harpe, which is a shapeshifting weapon that can take different forms. (So, in the series, they have Excalibur, who is this really powerful sword that anyone is compatible with, wavelength wise, but he himself is really freaking annoying so nobody can stand using him as a partner. I wanted to give Techno something different, but I wanted to tie in his connection with Greek mythology, so I created my own legendary weapon. Harpe is Perseus’s sword in the mythology, what he used to decapitate Medusa. Harpe is the same as Excalibur in that it can match anyone’s wavelength, but instead of just being annoying like Excalibur, Harpe allows Techno to hear the voices of the dead. Wherever he goes, there are people who speak to him, and usually it’s just idle chatter and he pretends he can’t hear them, but they seem to know that he can because he always seems to attract them wherever he goes.) Harpe usually takes the form of a sword, but it can also become a trident, a spear, and a pickaxe.

Then there are the two-star pairs, who are a level above the regular students and able to take on more dangerous missions. There’s Sapnap and his two weapons Karl and Quackity, who wield fire and water/ice (not sure yet) respectively. Sapnap and Karl were partners first, before Quackity came to the school, and he was a menace. Sapnap is a very powerful meister, but also very destructive due to his partner being fire and him not knowing how to hold back sometimes. When Quackity became a student and the teachers learned that he was a water weapon, he was begged to partner with them to try and reduce the amount of damage Sap does on lessons, and generally chill them out. Of course, the teachers didn’t account for Quackity being just as chaotic, if not more, than his partners, and thus begun the most chaotic trio at the school.

Bad and Skeppy are partners, and originally I was gonna have Skeppy as the meister with a reluctant Bad who gets pulled into Skeppy’s pranks, but then I remembered that IRL!Bad is a badass who throws knives and shoots guns and stuff, so I changed it so Bad’s the meister and Skeppy’s his knife weapon. Bad still gets dragged around with Skeppy’s shenanigans though.

Punz and Ant are partners, mostly because I needed them to be in the AU somehow and they both needed a partner. Honestly don’t know much about either of them, and I don’t know what kind of weapon Ant is, but they’re strong enough to be two-star.

Then there are the one-star meisters, which is the ranking all students start as. You have Tubbo and Tommy, Wilbur and Fundy, Niki and Jack, Puffy and HBomb, and Purpled and Hannah(hannahxxrose).

To the surprise of most people who meet them, Tubbo is actually the meister in their pair. Which makes it very funny when Tommy’s being his usual bombastic, irritating self and picks a fight with another pair who they may not know, and when they get ready to fight Tommy calls over this innocent looking kid and starts glowing in his transformation, becoming a crossbow that can shoot explosive shots (like a firework crossbow).

Fundy is an interesting case, because he is actually a Witch (using the fact that Fundy’s character on the SMP is ftm trans, and because witches in this world are animal-themed and it just made too much sense with his fox connection. He has ears that he hides with a hat and a tail that he hides.) He’s partnered with Wilbur, who is a set of oversized gauntlets that have claws at the end. Yes, he gets furry jokes, no, he’s not amused, but he deals.

Niki and Jack are the weapon I’m probably most excited about. Jack can transform into a big shield, Steven Universe style, but it also has another ability. Niki can strike it with a mallet in different ways, and the sound that emanates from it has a different affect on her enemies/their attacks. She can ring it so that it resonates at a frequency that can break glass, can stun her enemies, etc. A lot of people think she’s weak or not as good as others because her weapon is defensive, but she just smiles and knows that if they ever see her fight, they’ll think differently.

Puffy and HBomb is half a joke, but also serious. HBomb is some sort of spiked whip/lasso, but many people joke that he’s a glorified fishing rod because Puffy once used him for that and he never lived it down. (Because Puffy’s a captain, but also because HBomb has his podcast and it just seemed to fit). Puffy is also a sheep witch, and bonds with Fundy over it since nobody else at school knows about their heritage (given that Witches are usually an enemy of the DWMA)

Purpled and Hannah, I will admit, are only a pair because they’re both bedwars players and it seemed appropriate? No idea what kind of weapon Hannah would be though.

Real quick, here are some other character roles. Ponk is the school nurse, Sam is a technician who is supposedly working to make sure the school is functioning, maintaining the old pipes and stuff, but he has a lot of secret work that Death has him do on the side of that. Alyssa and Callahan are a Death Scythe pair (Alyssa as a meister) who work on another continent and aren’t ever around, cause I thought it would be funny.

Ranboo is a special case of being his own meister? If anyone reading knows the series, he’s basically like Crona. But instead of madness from the black blood, it’s his enderwalk state that he eventually gets snapped out of in an epic battle with Tommy/Tubbo. He has two non-demon weapon pickaxes that he fights with, as well as the enderman powers from the SMP, and some mild telepathy.

In terms of other MCYT, I don’t know much about the hermits but most seem like they would be good teachers? The only one I was told had to be a meister was Falsesymmetry, because she’s a pvp god. And her weapon is Rendog, because I was told he’s supportive of her and also goes feral if needed? So there’s that. Ren is a transforming weapon, it’s a bow that can disconnect at the middle and become two swords connected by a magic chain that can extend as far as needed.

I have no idea what to do with Eret or Schlatt, they feel like they should have important roles but the “corrupt politician” or “the traitor who became king” bits don’t work super well in this universe. Well, traitor does, but I also love Eret and want to give them a good ending. And I could easily use Schlatt’s normal video persona rather than his SMP character, because that would be kinda funny and not something I see as often. - 🐉

Oooooooh. This is super interesting. This is super interesting. I really love this concept already!

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sabraeal · 3 years

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Traffic Lights Are Burnin’

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Written in honor of @nebluus‘s birthday! She asked for some WFB, and of the options I gave she chose the next part of our Six Flags saga...only the beginning scene of that chapter ended up ballooning out into this so...it ended up being less Amusement Park Shenanigans and more Wholesome Boys Will Be Boys Content. I’M SURE MADI WILL BE JUST FINE WITH THAT TOO 😂

“Are you making an omelette?”

English is not, functionally, Mitsuhide’s first language. Not that he thinks of it like that-- first or second, third or fourth; there’s no ranking in his life, no moment in which one language followed another. There was English with Mama and quebecois with Papa; a plan quickly scuttled by Mitsuhide being the fifth Lowen sibling. Refusing to be pigeonholed into a single language no matter how many times Mama repeated consistency is key, his brothers mostly spoke a tossed salad of both and assumed he’d understand the lettuce.

Coupled with the fact that all his cousins lived in Toronto anyway, Mitsuhide had hardly begun talking himself before it became outside quebecois and inside English. Unless they left the province, in which case it was a free-for-all that left his few monolingual aunts and uncles dizzy.

Which is to say, Mitsuhide only becomes aware of the precise inner ranking of his languages in moments like this, where gut immediately kicks out a dry ‘j’essaie.’ The translation is vetoed on the grounds that although in quebecois he’s never met a word he couldn’t steep in sarcasm and smuggle in a sacre, he prefers to keep his English so clean it squeaks.

You’ve got it all backwards, Kihal had told him as he sweltered under the San Juan sun, English is fake, you can be as much of an asshole as you want it in, it doesn’t count.

It’s true, there’s something that’s more real to him in French, that’s more real about him, but, well-- there were far fewer cousins to tattle on his potty mouth this way. And now that he knows Obi...

Well, if Kiki ever made good on her threats to teach him any of his “church swears,” he’d probably never sleep easy again. So instead, he scrolls through his mental rolodex of possible appropriate replies before settling on, “Would you like one?”

Zen glances up from his array of pamphlets, glossy paper glaring beneath the overhead lamp. It matches the way Zen is looking at him. “We don’t have time for that.”

Mitsuhide frowns, giving his eggs one last vigorous whisk before pouring them into the pan. “There’s always time for breakfast. It’s the most important meal of the day.”

He glances over just in time to see Zen’s grimace. “Shirayuki really could be your sister.”

There’s really no reason he has to look so horrified by the idea. His brothers may all be broad shouldered, barrel-chested giants, but plenty of his cousins made pocket money in high school through catalogue modeling. And they’re all very nice girls.

He doesn’t mention it. A conversation never ends well if you have to whip out photos of female relatives to prove your point. “Would you like one?” he repeats instead, a safer tactic overall.

Zen’s nose wrinkles beneath some dubiously drawn eyebrows. “Are you putting spinach in there?”

“Kale,” he agrees. “And chicken.”

“In a breakfast omelette?” He clucks his tongue, just the way the Wisteria’s chef would when he attempted to cook at the estate. Quel dommage, he would say, sighing over the cutting board, why would you do that to perfectly good eggs? “Why would you do that?”

Because these muscles don’t come cheap; Mitsuhide chokes down a truly staggering amount of chicken in order to keep them. Roasted, of course-- boiled is technically better for protein, but even he has to draw the line somewhere. The eggs have less, but they are calorie efficient; he’d eat more of them if he could stomach the slimy, snake-like sensation of swallowing them down hard boiled.

But explaining his diet regime usually ended with glazed eyes, so he settles for, “I could always put something different in yours. There’s ham.”

Fancy ham, Obi calls it. It’s just from the deli counter, fresh sliced from whatever quality cut’s on sale, but considering how the first time Obi saw a charcuterie board, he shouted, Oh, Lunchables!--

Well, Mitsuhide can accept that maybe they have different benchmarks for fancy. And somehow just the simple act of calling it that does make it taste better. Or at least more satisfying when it’s shoved between a Hawaiian roll and deli cheese.

There’s a soft shuffle by the kitchen door, and a wild thatch of bristle peeps around the frame. Mitsuhide shakes his head with huff. That’s a new one-- just think the devil’s name and he appears.

Obi lopes into the kitchen, all long limbs and smooth movements, blurring right into the background without any effort at all. He’d gotten Mitsuhide a few times when he’d first moved in, popping up wherever it was sure to be the most inconvenient, grinning like a cat with feathers in its teeth. But once you knew the trick of it, well-- it’s no effort to keep the kid in his sights.

Which is why he has a full, uninterrupted view when Obi slips right up to Zen’s elbow, and asks, “Whatcha doing, chief?”

“Wah!” Pamphlets fly up, a glittering flock of wings swooping beneath the lamp. Zen slaps them down before they can skitter off the table’s edge. “Obi! Make noise for fuck’s sake!”

“Sorry,” he sing-songs, not a sincere note in it. Two long fingers pluck a pamphlet off the wood, twisting it between them. “What’s all this? They starting to put theme parks on exams now?”

“No.” Zen scowls, snatching it out of his hands. “I’m just making today’s itinerary.”

Mitsuhide slides his omelette onto a plate, turning just in time to catch the glance Obi sends him. It somehow says is he fucking with me while also implying I’ll hold him down if we gotta send him to the doctor. “An itinerary?”

He leans a hip against the island, fishing out a fork. What was it Obi always said? Dinner tastes better with a show. Time to find out whether it extends to breakfast too.

Zen fixes Obi with a look that could have had trenches with all its affront. “You can’t go to an amusement park without a plan. How else do you get on all the coasters?”

“It’s only Six Flags New England.” A week ago, the name alone made Obi flee like a cat from a bath, but now every syllable drips with derision, like a sommelier reviewing boxed wine. “They’ve got what? Superman?”

Mitsuhide shoves a corner of his omelette in his mouth. It’s not as good as a sausage, mushroom, and cheese, but, well, it’ll do. “Bizarro.”

“Bizarro.” Obi scoffs. “See? Nothing. Besides, I thought you were the kind of guy to spring for fast passes, boss.”

Zen’s always been sensitive; the sort of kid who tended to pop off when a situation came to a simmer instead of trying to turn down the heat. When Izana had been sitting president, he’s spent half his tenure fielding tense calls, sometimes even climbing into a towncar at a moment’s notice to be taken back east. The school, he’s always say, lifting a shoulder, my brother is proving to be a challenge, and my mother is...unreachable.

He’d thought this Zen kid must be like the ones he knew on the ice, punching first and asking questions later, complaining about being put in the box. All temper and no temperance, Mama used to say when she drove him home, can’t talk when you got plastic between your teeth.

But then he’d met him, undersized and stick-limbed, living in that house with people paid to be invisible. A kid with too much on his shoulders and too many eyes to watch him stumble under it. He’s come a long way from there.

So when Zen squirms in his chair, red already starting to lick up his neck, Mitsuhide doesn’t enjoy it. On the contrary, Zen’s discomfort is his discomfort, a failure of him to keep the watchful eye on him that Izana asked him to.

But it also doesn’t stop him from adding, “Shirayuki believes that waiting in line is part of the amusement park experience.”

Obi looks as though he’s just been told it’s his birthday and Christmas, all rolled into one. “Of course she does.” His mouth sharpens to a wicked grin. “So you’ll be lowering yourself to the peasant’s lines today, huh, Your Highness?”

“Don’t call me that,” he grumbles, swatting him away. “No one’s being lowered anywhere. We won’t be running into any of them so long as we get there early and hit the coasters in the right order.”

Obi coughs. Or at least, makes it sound like he is. “Uh-huh.”

“Where is Shirayuki anyway?” Zen glares at the empty doorway, brows heaving like thunderclouds over the bridge of his nose. “I thought you said you’d get her.”

“I did.” Obi twitches his shoulders; as good as a shrug, from him. “She’s getting ready.”

“It’s been fifteen minutes.” Zen’s glare changes target to him, thunder rolling in the tone of his voice. “Shirayuki doesn’t take this long to get ready.”

When Mitsuhide glances up, chewing around another stab of egg, kale, and chicken, Obi’s eyebrows are already there to meet him. His head tilts, just the barest degree; this is your show, big guy.

Mitsuhide coughs, trying to clear his throat of leaf bits. “Girls,” he starts, the ground sinking beneath him with each word, “like to look nice. Especially when they are on, uh, dates.”

“This isn’t a date,” Zen informs him, more than a little put out. “Obi’s going.”

The sound Obi makes can only be termed as distressed. “I didn’t want to.”

For exactly this reason, is what he doesn’t say. Doesn’t even show it on his face, though it has to be lurking beneath it, considering how he--

Well, considering nothing Mitsuhide knows for sure. But certainly a few things he reasonably suspects.

“Chief.” Obi flips the chair next to him, straddling it. “You know, I really thought it couldn’t be true. I really wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt. But to hear you now--” he leans in, one narrow brow raising the same time his voice drops-- “you really do chicken out when it comes to getting chummy with Doc.”

Mitsuhide nearly chokes on his chicken.

Zen’s red all over, like someone pulled him from a boiling pot and put him on a plate. “You don’t know that.”

“Sure I do,” he says, so easy. “Doc told me.”

“She said that?” His skin’s so flushed Mitsuhide’s half afraid he’ll pass out, but instead he just collapses against the ladderback, head buried in his arms. “Shirayuki?”

“Pretty much.” Obi sighs, hands braced on the table. “I mean, is it so hard to say she looks nice when she dresses up? Or that you like her hair, or--” he stumbles, shaking his head-- “no, not the hair. Too loaded. But you know, one of her floaty little numbers. Her freckles. Something.”

“I have!”

Obi lifts a dubiously narrow eyebrow. “Like when?”

“Ah...” Whatever the answer is, it’s not helping his blood flow problem. Mitsuhide nearly opens his mouth, searching for a good way to make himself a target-- “The Big E.”

Well, there goes that plan.

Obi’s inquisition crumples into confusion. “What? When did you--”

Every word ekes into the air with the utmost resistance. “When she was wearing your hoodie.”

“When she was wearing my--?” Gold eyes round to coins. “Chief.”

For a solid minute, that’s the only reaction-- wide-eyed disbelief, earned from two sides. But Obi coughs, mouth twitching, and it’s a snort, a smirk, and--

And then Obi launches himself away from the table, both hands still gripping the edge as he falls apart utterly. The chair’s back keeps him from putting his head between his knees, but spiritually he’s there, tears tracking down his cheeks as his laughs wheeze out of him

One hand finally slaps the table, like he’s asking for a time out. Zen frowns down at him, red finally fading to a painful pink. “It’s not that funny.”

“It is,” Obi squeaks, and Mitsuhide has to shove his last bite of omelette into his mouth to stifle his own noises. It’s no good-- Zen whips around and gives him the same glare he’s been saving for Obi.

“If you don’t cut it out,” he says loftily, “I’m going to let a freshman stay in your room.”

Well, that brings Obi up. “Fine,” he coughs, voice still ragged from laughing. “But still. My hoodie.”

“The sleeves hung over her hands! It was cute.” Zen huffs, folding his arms over his chest. “Fine, if I’m so bad, why don’t you two show me how it’s done?”

There’s a pause, long and loaded; enough that Mitsuhide glances up from his plate to see just what tomfoolery he should brace himself to break up--

Only to find Zen staring at him.

Intellectually, Mitsuhide is aware that Zen is a Wisteria. He met him through Izana, after all; he’s been over to the manor, he’s even met their prodigal mother on one of her rare stopovers between vacations. But when he thinks of the name, it’s Izana who springs to mind, the gears churning behind his eyes.

It’s not often that Zen reminds him of his brother; Cookie’s always said that Izana takes after their mother with that long and lean model build, while Zen has always been Kain’s child. But now, now--

He sees it, and it sends a shiver right through him.

With a quirk of his lips, Zen says, so like Izana that if he closed his eyes he wouldn’t know any different, “You first, Mitsuhide.”

Obi’s mouth curves into a leer. “Yeah, Big Guy. Show us the skills that got you Ms Kiki.”

This probably isn’t the time to tell them that it wasn’t him who got her; Mitsuhide hadn’t been trying to do anything more than be the friend she needed, to be a person she could confide in, could trust. People like that were thin on the ground for girls like her; heiress tended to make men see dollar signs instead of personality. But Kiki--

Well, she had other ideas. Ones he’d only cottoned onto when she climbed on top of him and shoved him against the couch cushions with her mouth.

“D-Don’t look at me!” he manages, trying to busy himself with anything. But there’s only a plate to be put in the sink, and a pan to be wiped. Not enough to fake a decent amount of responsibility. “I’m not--”

“Aw, c’mon, Big Man. Don’t leave us hanging.” Obi leans back, grin so wide it practically splits his face. “Lemme paint the scene. You’re single, Doc is adorable, and she’s waiting there--” he gestures to Zen, who flutters his eyelashes in precisely the way Shirayuki doesn’t-- “for you to make your move. Go!”

He could point out he’s not single, and that he doesn’t have any plans to change that anytime soon-- but that only ends in one way: a two-pronged mockery with additional ridicule provided by the impending arrival of his better half. He could also point out that of all the people in this room, he’s the only one who hasn’t wanted to date Shirayuki, but-- well, the problems with that one were obvious.

Instead, Mitsuhide takes in a deep breath, learns on the counter, and says, “Why, Shirayuki! You’re looking beautiful this morning. Those shorts really flatter your legs.”

There is a long silence, and then to everlasting embarrassment, they burst out laughing.

“Her shorts?” Zen’s hand is pressed to his chest, like he needs support to keep upright. “That’s all you can think of? Her shorts?”

“Well, Obi said not to do her hair,” he protests. “Complimenting her dress seemed like low hanging fruit. I was trying to be unique.”

Obi doesn’t even bother to remain horizontal, sprawling himself over the long forgotten maps. “So you went for her legs?”

“There’s nothing wrong with legs!”

“Oh, no, of course not,” Zen sputters out in an effort to keep his mouth straight. “Definitely a very neutral place to comment on.”

“Definitely not known for being attached to things like asses.” Obi’s mouth twitches, as much a sign for danger as thunder rolling in the distance. “Or puss--”

“I was not trying to comment on that.” He’d felt bad for Zen earlier, but the sentiment doesn’t seem mutual. “It’s not typical, sure, but Kiki never seems to mind when I compliment--”

“Kiki?” Zen squawks. “Kiki?”

“Well, I think we’re all learning a little too much about Big Guy today,” Obi wheezes. “Mainly that it’s Ms Kiki that chased him, and not the other way around.”

“Yeah.” Zen shakes his head, long and slow and solemn, like a doctor about to give a terminal diagnosis. “No game at all.”

Mitsuhide’s not a competitive man. Sure, he was forward on the ice, the kind of player that got sent to the box before the end of the first half and slid right into the captain spot when it was vacant. Aggression is part of the game, competition laced in every turn of his skate and lift of his stick, but that’s a different situation, a different language--

But it’s that part of him that surges beneath his skin right now, that makes him want to saunter over and put both hands on that rickety, painted wood until it creaks. That makes him want to take a full minute to bend down, showing off every centimeter of his one-ninety plus, and ask real low if either of them has made a girl beg on their cock lately, but--

He puts it in its place. That sort of talk always sounded better en français anyway.

Zen waves his hand, slipping his pamphlets out from under Obi. “Anyway, enough messing around. Are you still making omelettes, Mitsuhide?”

“Ohh, omelettes?” Obi spins to him with wide eyes. “Can I get mine with fancy ham?”

Mitsuhide blinks. “Wait, aren’t you going to do your take?”

“Nah.”

Zen shrugs. “Joke’s over.”

“So I just did that for no reason--?”

“I wouldn’t say no reason,” Zen wheedles. “It was very educational.”

Obi grins. “Mainly about how Big Guy likes legs--”

“Oh,” drawls a voice that makes his body go cold and hot at the same time. When he turns, it’s Kiki leaning against the jamb, a single elegant brow raised, excusing amusement and menace in equal measure. “Am I to take it that the show is over?”

“K-kiki,” he stammers. “How long--?”

“Hm.” She saunters over to the counter, slipping onto a stool with a casual grace that still leaves his mouth dry. “Long enough. I have to admit, I was looking forward to seeing a display of Obi’s fabled moves.”

“Ms Kiki,” Obi simpers, pressing a hand to his chest. “I’d be happy to give you a personal demonstration anytime.”

Both her brows raise. “Did I say I was desperate?”

He’s saved from Obi’s answer by Shirayuki padding into the kitchen, flushed and breathless. “Oh, you were right Kiki! Everyone is already ready. Sorry to make you wait.”

There’s a hesitation in the air, and Mitsuhide can’t figure it out, not until he sees-- she’s wearing shorts.

Shirayuki blinks. “Is something wrong?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Kiki hums, sending him a gaze so wicked it should be illegal outside the bedroom. “Do you have anything to say to her, Mitsuhide?”

“No!” It comes out a little too harsh, a little too loud. “I mean, I, uh...like your sandals!”

“Sandals,” Obi snickers, a sound that’s only covered by Zen’s hushed, “Shut up.”

“Oh!” She blinks down. “Thank you. I got them at Payless. I, um, don’t think they make them in your size.”

“No,” he manages mildly. “I don’t imagine they would.”

“You do look real cute, Doc,” Obi chimes in, slinking out of his seat to circle around her. “Did you dress up for today?”

Zen makes a noise, somewhere between a choke and a gasp, but even with the pink brushing her cheeks, Shirayuki’s too used to his antics to do much more than sigh.

“Of course I did, Obi.” Her fists perch high on her hips, cocked as she talks to him. “It’s the last time we’re all going to be going out together, isn’t it? What could be more special than that?”

Mitsuhide may not be a competitive man, and especially isn’t a malicious one, but when Obi’s jaw goes slack, the tips of his ears darkening just the slightest bit, well-- he does indulge in the slightest bit of schadenfreude.

“Well,” Zen says, a little sharp. “Let’s get going.”

“Aw!” Obi whips around. “What about fancy ham?”

“I don’t think you need--”

“Oh, I haven’t had breakfast either!” Shirayuki adds, eyes wide. “Do we have time?”

Zen hesitates, and then with a sigh, relents. “We’ll stop at Dunkies.”

#obiyuki #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #The Wide Florida Bay #modern au #my fic #ans #mitsuhide gets so few POVs in the fic I can't help but let them get away from me okay #he's a gift #the actual six flags chapters are gonna have rotating POV #and it was just supposed to START with him #but then i was like WHAT IF I INCLUDED THE SCENE FROM BEFORE THE CANON DATE #and now we are here

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sambuckylibrary · 4 years

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MOD PICKS

can't get home on your own by mercaque

T | 14.5k | no warnings apply (check tags)

Turns out, being seated next to this asshole on the flight from Chicago to D.C. might be one of the best things ever to happen to him.

Commentary: Such a sweet meet cute with a few angsty moments and an ultimate happy ending. Loved that both Sam and Bucky’s trauma was explored and talked about and that they were able to move on and find happiness again.

lucky by CapnWinghead

T | 5.3k | graphic depictions of violence

In retrospect, it took Bucky an embarrassingly long time to realize that everyone and Scott's mom thought he and Sam were dating.

Commentary: This is absolutely hilarious and adorable, we love two whole idiots who are just trying their best. My favorite part was the spotlight on their friendship and how neither wanted to compromise that. The story also features very endearing side characters!

Ice Fishing 101 by FlamingoQueen

T/M | 9.7k (wip) | no warnings apply

Sam’s usual post-mission debrief doesn’t tend to include bald-faced lying about the circumstances of a mission failure, but when the truth is you fell through the ice and only survived via the ancient selkie art of rescue spooning in a poacher’s shack, you just gotta lie. After all, you can’t tell people your brand new boyfriend turns into a magical seal.

Commentary: You’re going to want to read this for two reasons: Adorably new-and-in-love sambucky and seal shenanigans! Be sure to take a look at the first part as well, that’s where all the magic starts. I’m loving Sam’s keen interest in all the magical details and the author’s talent for implied sexy times.

Hard to believe it (it's not over tonight) by ABitNotGoodieBag

T | 9.3k (wip) | no warnings apply

Sharon really cannot believe how stupid these two can be. or Three times Sam took Bucky out and one time Bucky took Sam out.

Commentary: Keeping with the oblivious idiot theme have this frustratingly cute story. They even go on dates and plan their days together but somehow to them this is not dating ahhh. Author also shares some interesting location facts as we go along.

different kind of gravity by VerdantMoth

T | 1.9k | ccntw/none apply

Riley taught him to watch this moment. To watch when the plane first breaks the clouds, and everything is... The blue is pale, dusted with yellow and pink. Nothing but rolling clouds, hills of soft, cottony white. See, Sam. Everything here? It’s ours, flyboy. It’s unreal, but it’s ours. Gravity, man, law? Fuck ‘em all! This, this empty, soft space is ours babe.

Commentary: Man... this is so beautiful it made me a bit teary. Sam is still dealing with Riley’s death, Riley features as a figment of Sam’s imagination and watches Sam slowly fall for Bucky. It’s dreamy and heartbreaking and beautifully written.

cancel all your reservations (no more hesitations) by notcaycepollard

E | 15.3k | no warnings apply

“You’re sending me on a two-man undercover,” Bucky says, helplessly, “staying in a vineyard retreat, alone, with Wilson.”

“Pack your swim trunks,” Daisy adds, “apparently it’s got a hot tub.”

Bucky looks at Sam. Sam looks back at Bucky. Sam’s arms are crossed over his chest, his forearms bare. Bucky carefully doesn’t look at Sam’s forearms, or the way his t-shirt is pulled tight over his shoulders, straining just a little at the seams. Bucky’s not looking at that at all. He makes eye contact, careful to keep his face neutral.

Sam’s eyes are soft and dark. Maybe a little amused. He has very long eyelashes.

Bucky swallows hard.

“Great,” he says. “That’s just— great.”

Commentary: This was so much fun! They’re not clueless just stubborn and failing to be subtle but they get there in the end. Filled with plenty sexual tension and lively bickering - just the way we like it - all while on a mission in a lovely winery. Play spot the trope while you read!

#sambucky #winterfalcon #sambuckylibrary #mod picks #rated T #rated E #one shots #chaptered #under20k #mod: sammy

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vividly-aflame · 3 years

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No use to have you around

@whumptober2021 Day 1 : All thrust up and still nowhere to go

@whumptober-archive

Fandom: BoBoiBoy Galaxy

cw: a little bleeding, torture, self loathing

Summary: Where Boboiboy felt stressed lately, resulting in his fire elemental to take over his body when he’s asleep and wreak havoc like the first time he came to be. Boboiboy tried to do something about it.

“Stop.” Blaze managed to groan out with a hoarse voice. “please.”

Recently, Boboiboy have been feeling more stressed than usual and the only solution he could think of is getting rid of one of his elemental, Blaze, who has been causing problems since the day he exists. Although he has been useful in some scenarios, Boboiboy don’t think it’s worth it to keep him.

So here they are, all of the seven elementals thinking of ways to get rid of the fire elemental. Blaze tied to a tree with Duri’s thorn vines. It prickles Blaze’s skin and draws a little bit of blood. Every movement that Blaze took is awfully painful that he given up on escaping hours ago. Burning it is no use since the other could quickly trap him again.

“I’m not even the cause of his stress.” All eyes snapped onto Blaze. “His stress is the cause of me.” He managed.

“Gempa, I don’t think this is a good idea.” Taufan commented.

“Well even if we can’t kill him, we could tie him up so he doesn’t go around doing his shenanigans. Or at the very least we can keep him weak enough.” Gempa replied. Taufan and Duri gave Gempa a surprised look. It isn’t like him to actively want to hurt others, only if it’s to protect his friends and family. Do Gempa not see Blaze as his family? For god’s sake, they’re literally the same person!

“Maybe that’s enough for today Gempa…” Duri quietly said as he began untying his thorns. Blaze began to feel relieved as he fell to the ground half conscious. Duri quickly helped him out by lifting him up. Taufan gave Gempa a sort of disappointed look before he goes to help Blaze too.

“Well it certainly helped with Boboiboy’s, and in turn, our problems, but only in a very short time. The problem will come back worse.” Solar stated.

“We will figure it out later, it’s getting late. We should reform before our friends find us like this.” Gempa said with an almost guilty look in his eyes. All of them except for Blaze (he was actually unconscious) nods and started to reform, leaving only an orange clothed boy in the middle of the woods.

Boboiboy heard the sound of rustling bush behind him and instantly turned around.

“Oh my god, Boboiboy, there you are! We were worried sick!” Cried Yaya. He could also see Ying behind her.

“Eheh sorry. Just trying to get somethings off of my mind.” Boboiboy had the decency to look sheepish. That something is Blaze actually he thought.

“Haiya, you literally went missing for almost three hours!” Ying said angrily but also seems a bit worried.

“I said I’m sorry-”

“It’s fine. Now let’s head back to our camping spot. Gopal has made dinner.”

When they finally arrived at their camping place, a plate of food is instantly shoved to him.

“I’ve made rice with fish curry! It’s my dad’s authentic recipe.” Gopal excitedly exclaimed. Boboiboy didn’t have the heart to not eat it with how proud Gopal actually look although he doesn’t have the appetite. With a small smile, he took the plate, sits on the ground and began eating.

After they all have eaten and Boboiboy and Yaya pray together, they goes to each of their tent to sleep except for Boboiboy. He’s sitting down by a tree. He’s afraid to sleep because of Blaze. What if Blaze takes over while he sleeps and burn down the tents and everyone inside? What if he burned down the whole forest? Even the whole planet!

Maybe he should tie himself on the ground or on this tree to avoid Blaze running loose. Wait no, he could just burn the ropes. Maybe use his earth powers to trap himself? Maybe he could just dig up his own grave. Have the ground literally swallow him. Huh. This is the second time he wants to dig his own grave. What’s with him with graves?

“Boboiboy?”

“Ah!” Boboiboy yelped. Actually yelped. He looks to the direction of the voice to see Fang.

“I thought you were sleeping?” Boboiboy said confused.

“I were.”

“So why are you not?”

“Don’t know but I should be asking you, why you’re not asleep.”

Boboiboy look at his hands which is currently fidgeting.

“It’s stupid.”

“If it keeps you up all night, I don’t think it’s stupid.”

“It’s about Blaze.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard.”

“Hey!” Boboiboy look at Fang, pretending to look betrayed.

Fang snickered. “I’m just messing with you.” He sat next to Boboiboy. “So want to tell me the problem? I’m all ears.”

“Blaze has been acting up again…”

“I’ve noticed. You’re stressed and if you keep thinking about it, it would make him more active.” Fang exclaimed. “But if you really don’t want your fire powers, you could just ask Ochobot to take it back.” Fang casually said as if that’s not the most hardest choice to make.

“But I don’t want it gone!” Boboiboy stared at Fang, surprisingly. “I’ll admit although it’s chaotic and sometimes hard to control, it is useful in some situations. I only want Blaze himself gone but not my fire power! And I don’t want you to think I like to hoard all of these powers but-” Boboiboy abruptly stoped. He didn’t actually know why he wants to keep his fire powers. He is perfectly fine with at most, three powers so why do he need four more? “I don’t actually know why I keep them…”

Fang stared at him with a blank expression. “You do need them. Each of them has their own unique trait for every situation. Yes it would be selfish to want all seven of the powers but you’re using them for good. It would be better to give all seven powers to you rather than giving them to seven bad people each.”

“Huh, never thought of that.”

“Yeah, and as for you stressing out and stuff, maybe you should ask admiral for a month long break. Maybe ask for your friends to get it too. And before you said we need to protect the station, you need to remember that we’re teens and we shouldn’t take responsibility of a whole space organisation and thousands of people’s life. We didn’t even finish high school!

“Touché.”

“Sometimes being selfish is a good thing.”

“…”

“Welp!” Fang suddenly got up with a loud clap. “Yaya brought you a weighted blanket. She said it may help with your anxiety and stress so I better see you actually sleep tonight.” With that, Fang began to walk inside of his tent and continue sleeping.

Boboiboy sat there for a minute before deciding to go to his tent. After all, he wouldn’t want to disappoint his friends. Maybe he could play a calming music or sound with his phone while he’s sleeping. He entered the tent and saw a galaxy themed blanket folded in the corner. That must be the weighted blanket Fang talked about. It was actually pretty comfortable and soothe his mind. He started to succumb to sleep.

The next morning when he woke up he doesn’t have any vivid memory about burning stuff and his friends are also safe. Huh guess worrying about his problems just make it worse.

#whumptober2021 #no.1 #bound #fandom #fic #blood #torture #self loathing #boboiboy #boboiboy galaxy #api’s fic

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mkay. lulu's super long doctor who notes return in a more manageable way as she tries out just doing it per episode; the eleventh hour edition ✨

-look first off i am going to try my very absolute level best in my eleven notes to be objective. about moffat. i swear to god, i really really am. i'm gonna try -I AM AWARE I HAVE NOT PREVIOUSLY BEEN ALL THAT OBJECTIVE. but i am going to try.

-i'd rather watch the whole season or even eleven's whole run before saying anything so i don't miss anything important or forget to track something and i can get everything together in my head right BUT my nine and ten notes were so fucking long. so. so fucking long. so yes i am also going to try out just doing it one at a time and just hope i. don't completely overlook stuff -i was going to split season 5 into two parts but i was already saying what i felt was too much about just the eleventh hour so. maybe i'll group together other episodes it just depends on how much i have to say -so there's just A LOT HAPPENING, when eleven starts -everything is new!!! and it's a lot to adjust to!!!!! -new doctor!! new title sequence!! new stories!! new companions!! new tardis!!! new screwdriver!!!! -new writer!!!!!! big cinematography jump!!!! new tone!!!!! -eleven is thrown at amy and the audience, with no time to react, and you gotta go with it!!!!!! -and this is mildly stressful!! -ten was stressful too, but rose was there!!

-anyway. so i have a lot of thoughts about like.......the transition from ten to eleven and the character arc potential (what else do i EVER talk about) but i'm gonna save them for a while bc i want to see what's going on with eleven first -see i knew where ten was gonna wind up, but i don’t know where eleven’s going so there’s like three (ish?) different angles i’m thinking of how he could go after ten’s trauma hellscape, and i don’t know which one moffat winds up rolling with -so i’m holding out for more information

-lil amy giving eleven the apple with the face in it because "i used to hate apples, so my mum put faces on them" my actual whole entire heart though -lil amy is adorable!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-was anyone else very concerned about the absolute giant bites matt smith takes of those fish fingers. that is just so much fish finger to chew -more power to you, matt smith

-i am so intrigued by that box of custard. is custard just, sold, like that. in a box. is it a mix -is it like a pudding mix -it’s really, really late, okay.

-i said before i'm not gonna give moffat shit for recycling some of his monster themes (weeping angels/vashta nerada) bc i do respect where he comes from with them specifically and rtd recycled a lot too re: bringing back the daleks in like the same fucking way every damn time the daleks showed up, there is a certain amount of just accepted recycling in doctor who, but also -amy is reinette. -like. cmon -the doctor accidentally runs into a small girl, promises her he'll come back, gets time REALLY, REALLY WRONG, comes back when she's an adult, she's now attracted to him even though she very much has another man in her life in some way, he promises her he'll come back, gets time REALLY, REALLY WRONG AGAIN, only this time not to the point where amy's dead, and actually does get to whisk her away on an adventure. (-i know moffat has this big obsession with the time traveler’s wife. isn’t he also doing a show of that, too. did i not read that in a recent tv guide) (-it is not terrible to hit the same kind of vibe in your work over and over again. it is not. but you do run the risk of repetition.)

-i don't think the doctor should even really be on amy's romantic interest radar???? -he meets her for a hot hour when she's a little kid and eats all her food and then shenanigans his way back twelve (.....fourteen...........) years later, he should be clocked at 'tall man who could really use a watch, maybe?' -like......i get being a kid and being entranced by this cool dude. and you think about him -but it’s also. not necessary. -it’s a lil creepy looking at it from this end. -especially bc like. also. amy’s not really vibing on the ‘being entranced by this cool dude’ thing!! all those drawings and those toys she made!!! insisting he was real!!!! she wanted to go on an adventure!!! she wanted a friend!!!!!!!!!!! -she should still want just that, a friend!!!!!!!!!!

-and everyone going 'oh amy this is him!!!!' is the funniest fucking thing aaaaaaaaa -i love the implications of amy being so insistent the doctor was real that everyone in this town can IMMEDIATELY recognize him, saying that she bit people who said he wasn't real, that she did and didn't hold onto that hope that he really really was real, like any kid would have -lil amy is so lonely and alone in her small world and wants a friend!!! and she gets a weird one for that one hot hour and then he disappears for twelve years!!!! (-and the doctor is VERY lonely and really needs a friend too!! clearly!!! i’ve discussed that many many times!!!) -i do think she should’ve been more angry with him, though.

-my 'watching in real time' doctor who notes are gonna be a lot of 'well. hope they address that in some way at, some, point' and i feel that big time about amy and eleven existing around each other -look what i am looking for are consequences. real actual addressed consequences. give me the consequences. i will be waiting for them

-we got a lot of family background stuff in rtd’s seasons so it’s. interesting that amy doesn’t have the same kind of family, because we’ve seen a LOT of how the doctor and his companions function around a companion’s family and what it does to all of them, and we can’t just see the same things over and over, but i do think it’s also, convenient that amy doesn’t have that family -like a not necessarily good convenient

-oh! -isn't amy everybody. or everybody who watched doctor who as a kid and wanted to be whisked away by the doctor and then you grow up a little

-yeah i said it i saw that sherlock-esque scan of the park, three months before sherlock would begin -don't think i didn't

-i know the only other new who post-regeneration episode we have to compare this one to at this point is the christmas invasion, and of course there's going to be some similarities, just by the nature of the episodes, but, yeah there are definitely christmas invasion beats in this -"who are you?" "i don't know yet. i'm still cooking." vs "i demand to know who you are!" "i don't know!" -eleven's big damn speech to ~the eye thing~ vs ten's speech to the sycorax -- "is this world protected? because you're not the first lot to come here. oh, there have been so many. and what you've got to ask is, what happened to them?" / "and when you go back to the stars and tell people of this planet, when you tell them of its riches, its people, its potential. when you talk of the earth, then make sure that you tell them this -- it is defended." (-typing that was like "and what you've got to ask is do i feel lucky? well, do ya, punk?")

-ten taking his time being cute picking out his clothes (for rose)......vs eleven’s ~HOSPITAL CLOTHING THEFT~ -no i do think that’s hilarious though. good for eleven. that’s something to think about

-i have a lot of thoughts about "hello. i'm the doctor. basically, run." especially compared to ten's own big damn speech about being the doctor in voyage of the damned -that's the first time ten vocally names himself as the doctor, a time lord, from gallifrey, with the intent to make it mean something -- like over halfway through his run!! but eleven owns it immediately, confident in what it means and what the doctor is capable of and who he is, instead of the forceful insistence it becomes for ten in the face of his failures -this ties into where i think the doctor is character arc-wise after ten but i'm. still saving that. -but yes yes eleven vs ten and how eleven expresses that confidence in particular (and what that confidence means? and is it confidence?) is something i'm keeping an eye on

-like. something about the narrative importance and setup of “don’t you think she looks tired?” vs “basically, run” -that’s something i’m thinking about. but i’ll just have to see

-"silence will fall" oh will it? couldn't have possibly known from the two times it's blatantly said in this episode. -this is mean i'm being mean i'm sorry -pandorica as well, too -and the crack showing on the tardis scan!! -RIGHT OUT OF THE GATE moffat is setting up his background mysteries -you don’t have to smack it so hard, is what i’m saying. -even though i often think ‘a few more episodes than 13 a season would’ve been nice sometimes’ i’m also thinking ‘don’t hammer it home so hard.’

-hey rory does some truly, truly excellent nutshelling. like i don't mind it at all. like rory's just, out there to be like 'did [x] literally just happen why would you even do that' and good for him!!

-oh i do think the tardis looks nice. -very...........well there’s something sort of steampunky about it yeah? -all of a sudden i was thinking of both the pretty. odd. and vices and virtues albums and feeling 2011 tumblr but i think that one’s on me

-”oh, you sexy thing.” i don’t have any comments about this right now. but it too is something i am thinking about and will maybe come back to

-he. he leaves her again, again, for two accidental years -okay!! alright!!! alright!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sure!!!!!! fine!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -i don’t think that was necessary. of course it becomes necessary bc amy was gonna get married. which i also do not think is necessary bc again should not even be on the romantic radar BUT WHATEVER (-amy has like. some rose notes. rory has some mickey notes.)

-so yes, going into nine and ten i knew the major beats for their season finales but i have actually VERY LITTLE cultural osmosis for what happens in eleven's, somehow???? like i do know some of what happens but not a lot and that will be interesting!! -a little stressful!! because again there’s SO MUCH possibility for where eleven can go after ten -just gonna have to wait and see what happens!!!

#lulu talks about doctor who #there's more i could fine tune in this it's just. 1:09 in the morning. i need to go to bed and i just wanted my notes out there

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heelwriting · 3 years

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Blush - Kyle O'Reilly

Title: Blush

Theme: Bonfire

Fandom/Character(s): Wrestling, Undisputed Era, Kyle O'Reilly x reader, Bobby Fish, Adam Cole, Roderick Strong, Marina Shafir.

Warnings: language

Word Count: 1110 words

Summary: reader is nervous about meeting the UE but Kyle says everything will be ok.

This is my 1st entry into @champbucks 12 Days of Christmas (@12daysofchristmas) this is all fluffy stuff and they'll get fluffier by the day.

I'll probably post them later in the day and I'll try and make the whole 12.

Masterlist

When Kyle casually mentioned meetings his friends for a bonfire in Roddy’s house, you feel off your chair, Kyle rushed to help you get up, you knew that day would come soon but you thought you could meet them one by one, meeting them all at once seemed like too much pressure.

“Are you alright?”

He asked worried.

“I’m fine”

You said sitting down again, Kyle sat beside you and laced your finger together.

“They’re not bad, I’m sure they will like you”

“Why are you so sure?”

You were too preoccupied, Kyle thought it was cute that you cared so much.

“Because they know I love you, they’re like my brothers, they won’t judge you”

No matter how much you tried to not think about it, your mind was always coming back to that thought, maybe they won’t like you, maybe you’ll make a disaster and they end up hating you, much random thoughts swirled around in your mind leading up to the meeting.

You’ve only been dating for a couple of months, but with the holidays coming up, you knew you’d have to get to know the guys from the Undisputed Era, seeing as they were like family to him, you put a lot of pressure on yourself to make a good impression.

The day was finally here, Florida was cold and wet, there was no snow but you liked putting on winter outfits to feel the time of the year.

Kyle had brought a basket with a blanket, muffins, cookies and marshmallows, walking towards the house he had his hand squeezing yours to reassure you everything would be alright, he knocked on the door, as you waited for someone to open, he looked at you with a smile on his face, leaning down to steal a kiss, he pressed your lips together, at the same time you felt the door swing open.

“You have to leave something for dessert”

Adam said in a teasing tone, making your cheeks go bright red, you instinctively hid your face in Kyle’s arm, what a way to make a first impression.

“You’ve done far worse”

Kyle attacked back at Cole, Adam closed the door as I walked behind Kyle.

“I know but you’re the cute innocent looking out of us”

Adam said, Kyle rolled his eyes.

“It’s too early for non pg things, Kyle”

Bobby’s voice made everyone look around, now Kyle’s cheeks were red, well… all his face was red, you didn’t want to know how you looked. They were coming after him like hunters to their prey.

“It was just a kiss!”

Kyle protested, they laughed, Bobby put a hand on his shoulder.

“I know”

He said to Kyle then he looked behind him, looking at you he said.

“I’m sorry, we didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, we just like messing with Kyle”

You felt better but something told you the burning sensation on your cheeks wouldn’t go away that night despite the cold wheatear.

Smiling at his friends, you went along with their shenanigans.

They all introduced themselves and their partners, you had dinner and then went to the backyard were Roddy had lighten a fire to calm the cold.

Sitting there with everyone sharing stories, you were enjoying yourself, besides teasing Kyle, they were really good guys, everybody was welcoming and you were grateful things went well.

“May I ask, what did you see in cute Kyle over here?”

Roddy said putting you on the spot.

“I swear this is like the 15th time I’ve seen you blush, and I’ve only know you for a few hours”

Adam chimes in, you blush even more, you cover your face on Kyle’s hoodie.

“Guys, come on, let her talk”

Bobby said and they backed off, uncovering your face, you finally let the words come out.

“Well, he was always paying me compliments whenever he came to the shop, that’s why I noticed him, then he asked me out and he had this big puppy eyes and I couldn’t resist”

“You’re both really sweet, you make a great couple”

Marina says smiling at you.

Kyle looks at you with big eyes and smiles, he noticed you shivering and pulled the blanket from the basket, he spread it over our shoulders.

“You seemed cold”

“Thank you”

“Do you want a s’more?”

He asked, his eyes had lighten up like he was a kid again, the moment was perfect in your mind, the cold air of winter contrasted with the bonfire, your friends around, Kyle being his sweet self like always, it was all too much and too perfect to be true.

You nodded and he got up to prepare them, at that moment, Bobby went and sat at his place.

“Were all glad to see him happy, you know? Don’t let the boys fool you, he means a lot to us, the pranks and jokes is something he started, so he had them coming”

He explained, and you laughed.

“I know how he is… actually, I was more worried that you weren’t going to like me”

Bobby gave you a smile as he shook his head.

“Sorry for my language, but you’d have to be a real bitch for us not to like you, especially considering Kyle had told us everything about you, and he is very specific”

“How specific?”

You asked fearful of what he had said about you.

“Let’s say Kyle is very detail oriented, I think I know how you order your coffee from every time has said it”

“Sorry?”

He smiled like saying ‘no problem’ and then he looked more serious as he changed the theme of the conversation.

“I’ve known him for a decade, this is by far the happiest I’ve seen him, he always talks about you and his eyes get all shiny, he really loves you and were all happy you are together”

“Thanks Bobby, that means a lot”

“Welcome to the family”

He goes away and Kyle sits back, handing you the s’mores.

“Thanks”

You said smiling and taking a bite.

“What did Bob say to you?”

Kyle asked.

“He welcomed me to the family”

“Good, because you’re not going anywhere”

“As if I wanted to”

The warm of Kyle’s body, along with the fire, it all got you feeling warm and fuzzy, and to be honest, that’s the way he made you feel inside ever since you met him, you both were very lucky to meet each other. He lifted your hand and placed a kiss on it, he held you in his arms, you observed as everyone was talking, it was the most perfect night of December you could recall.

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