#and i think he'd try to avoid that

[willowser]

willow your text with bakugou hc is so accurate but now im just wondering how he is when you send pictures of yourself lol

you: hi :) (pic of pretty face reader)

bakugou: thumbs up

he’s so 😭😭😭 he loves your face TRULY but it would make you crazy

LMAOO i know 😭😭 he's so RIDICULOUS like i think you send him a cute selfie and his tummy gets tight and his face gets hot and he stares at it for a long time, but he just responds with "how are you?" LMAOOOOO i think he'd be the absolute WORST at snapchat too, like. he's sending you pictures from angles like

or if he DOES try it's like

DARK AS HELL CANT SEE A THING LOL he's TERRIBLE at it sigheisndjskqk

#he absolutely loves seeing your face in a random picture #bc he thinks about you throughout the day #so to get to see you too #even in just a photo #is like 🥺 #but he has absolutely ZERO game at sending anything back #also i talked with the chat about this but i also think he's not saving any of your pictures :( #for safety reasons ???? #even just of your face #if he loses his phone on patrol or someone steals it or hacks it #they know exactly what someone he cares about looks like #and i think he'd try to avoid that #he maybe saves one or two but he feels bad about even that LOL but you're so cute 🥺🥺🥺 #if you send a comment with your picture just to make it a little more natural or less awkward he's just responding to the comment LOL #i think if you are specifically looking for a response to the picture #like you send a pic and ask 'do you like my dress ?? :)' #he says like 'yes. where did you get it?' #LMAOOOOOO #still the most dry conversation but he's TRYINGGGGGG #✿ ask willow #✿ thoughts: bakugou

[ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously]

First I gotta say you've been feeding us so good! You don't know how happy I am to see my little ship somewhere other than my own head lol but if I could ask for maybe some more jealous satoru?

Just a small shitpost xDDDD

#i just wanted to draw kusakabe and shoko #i think they'd actually be good friends #and satoru hates it xDDDDDD #mostly because he thinks kusakabe likes her :'D #meanwhile kusakabe is trying to avoid satoru as much as possible lmao #and since we know satoru is a dramatic child he'd totally overreact #shoko stopped inviting kusakabe to their get togethers and makes ichiji invite him lmao #shoko ieiri #kusakabe atsuya #satoru gojo #jjk #fanart #IPMSSA_SatoSho!Fanart

[hellenhighwater]

There's been a little old lady posting about her missing cat on my local community facebook page since january. The cat is a black shorthair, no distinctive markings at all, and escaped her house, was trapped by someone, and "accidentally" released in an entirely different area--my area. She's posted regularly about how she's still looking for this cat for the last five months, with no success.

I usually top up my Strays' Bowl when I get home from work around five. I'm often in the yard for a while after, gardening and such. Afterwards, I lounge on the couch in the drawing room for a while, reading and letting my Stray Warning Systems tell me when the dinner guests start showing up. System One is Malice, who normally drapes herself over the arm of the couch like a Kraft American Single left out on a sunny day. Passing dogs are enough for her to perk up just enough to demonstrate she's not an invertibrate; stray cats coming all the way up to the Bowl get actual upright posture. System Two is Vice, hurtling full speed to slam himself belly-first against the door, upright to see through the window, meowing announcements in frequencies primarily audible to birds. This is, coincidentally, an exact opposite to what he does when there's a human person at the door.

Anyways, I started noticing a small black shorthair about a week and a half ago, and after getting a better look at him during a couple dinners, I contacted the lady looking for her cat. He's been running every time he catches a glimpse of me, but when she came--I told her to come at sundown, since that's the best time to try to spot him--he actually paused and didn't fully vanish when she called him. We're pretty sure it's the right cat, but after months on his own he's too scared to approach.

All of which is to say that I've now taken on the personal mission of sloooowly introducing myself to Spunky, so he can be trapped and returned to his very loving family. We're already making progress--he's not instantly bolting now--and I'm optimistic. Here he is, the missing milk carton man.

#we talked about doing a live trap #but my porch gets heavy traffic from local cats harolds and gladyses #and i really would prefer to avoid it if possible #and also I don't think he'd go into a live trap at this point #so for now we're trying the Power of Friendship

[ante--meridiem]

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#former creepy landlord found another way to try to contact me #blocked him there too but it does freak me out a tiny bit that he's still trying #he would *absolutely* have shown up at my new place if I'd given him any hint of the address when he insisted #I'm. reasonably sure he'll run out of avenues to try before he actually finds me #i don't think there's anyone he can ask for my new address who'd know it #I guess he might try showing up at my university building again but it's a big building with lots of people so I should be able to dodge him #or at least make it so he'd have to make a scene to talk to me #....I also left my bike at the old place bc I moved in winter & it was too icy to take it #& have been avoiding going back for it due to risk of running into him #had just started to consider just going for it at a time he's usually at work but this freaked me out enough to reconsider that #The Landlord Situation #if you are annoyed that that is still a tag I have use for: #trust me I'm even more so

[whumpshaped]

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#so im working on some disabled whumper stuff #bc i got many good prompts for it #and i keep thinking abt this one guy who i think highlights how “prosthetics can be useful but overall theyre clunky and bothersome” #i used to play tabletennis right #and this guy was missing a leg #so he'd wear the prosthetic leg when walking around bc it was easier #then take it off before he came to play #he was a MEAN fucking player bro i love him #i remember my doubles partner saying 'ive heard theres a rule for not dropping the ball right behind the net' #'bc wheelchair users cant reach it' #and he grinned and said 'oh dont worry abt it. hit the ball wherever u like' #him and his doubles partner OBLITERATED us😭😭 #to be very fair these were men in their 40s and we were like 12 #but like we have been competitively playing at that point for years and years and years #i lost soooo many matches to this man ok #AND I ALSO MUST HIGHLIGHT. DO U UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH MOVEMENT IS NEEDED WHEN U PLAY DOUBLES #U NOT ONLY HAVE TO REACH THE BALL #UR CONSTANTLY TRYING TO AVOID CRASHING INTO UR PARTNER #WHILE ALSO LETTING THEM REACH THE BALL #THAT MAN WAS NIMBLE #i think abt him a lot #also one time when i was like 9 we were sharing one changing room in the sports centre #and i didnt know that #(we were usually all afab so it wasnt unusual that the other changing room stayed locked when we had like one (1) man there) #(we'd just take turns it was no biggie) #(especially at like 8pm) #and i go into the room and theres a Leg #BRO I ALMOST SCREAMED AJSJDKSKSKSKSKSK #anyway..... back to writing. but i think abt him every time i question whether a disabled person would be able to do A Thing #irlshaped

[fruitsyrups]

i think your hat post is really cool and interesting but susan’s hat is a cat and i will die on this hill

this is true!!! when i was talking about the modern human hats not resembling animals i meant all of these ones

(excluding the minerva-bots and finn of course)

#wait. wait. i just thought something #finn wearing his bear hat -> bc it makes him feel connected to the humans #and martin & the hiders (that old woman with the tiger at least) not wearing hats bc they don't feel that personal connection w/ the island #ok this is so obvious but i just think comparing and contrasting finn and martin is so interesting #but i don't think martin really was a hider. i don't think he felt particularly connected to any ideology or viewpoint in particular #he's a floater #yk #martin is so interesting #i dont like the amnesia theory or whatever (that martin also lost his memory in some capacity) #like to me its just that. he was able to commit enough to start a family but not committed enough to go back to them #after being seperated & having freedom #& he just super duper avoids thinking about it bc it makes him feel guilty. but not guilty enough to do anything about it #like when he said he doesn't like thinking about minerva cause it stresses him out that doesn't come across as 'can't remember' #it very much comes across as 'nah im not gonna expend energy into thinking about something emotionally difficult' #like if he actually tried to be a dad to finn he'd have to face all the time he spent not looking for him. instd of just avoiding it all #like where's the fun in making him less Complicated. you know? #whenever finn is in the vicinity martin's always tryna get out of there as fast as possible 😭 #i guess that could also just be seen as him trying to avoid the consequences of his actions (like when he's worried finns gonna try to rip #his arm off lmao) but i personally interpret it all as a guilt thing too #none of this is related to the ask but yea 🫣

[klm-zoflorr]

Not something most people want to think about probably but for my dearly beloved freaks: Do you guys think Jonah Magnus makes it a tradition to try to woo and bang his future body recipients before he possesses them? Just like, as a rite of passage. Get to know em and then REALLY get to know em. Check the goods before you move in. Lay them bare and see all their secrets even more than you already did.

Also so he can say he fucked himself. And so there's a good technically true parry if anybody starts to sniff out the whole body hopping thing

#inspired by someone's headcanon which was that elias was a very secretive transmasc and jonah got tomfooled #i just think he'd try to avoid it. to not go through the transgender experience AGAIN lmao #or maybe he's into it in which case well ill eat my words #i just think its a fun “take that dysphoria” moment #but anyways regarding the future jonahses bagging. thats a good way to get a dude alone too tbh #so i'm a believer that all the past head of the magnus institute form a good long line of people who've fucked each other. they give each o #ther the jonah virus. and maybe herpes #theyve been keeping it alive for 200 years lol #jonah magnus #elias bouchard #james wright #tma #magpod #the magnus archives #klm-zoflorr #suggestive #tma spoilers

[terroristiraqi]

oh i wish feelings would go away

#p #need to unregister from the class we signed up for together lol #unless i need it in that case he can leave #i do care about him but he was just exhausting me constantly #just being immature and not to my standards. which like fine i have high standards for ppl whatever #but just not being realistic at all. then has the gall to call me immature and call this 'tv ahh shi' #genuinely burst out laughing at that one #he loves me sure. #i realized i kept dreading calls or trying to ignore his texts and avoid him essentially #didn't see him for a month and we kissed day after eid and there was nothing honestly #none of the spark or the feeling that was there before #alhamdullilah. i came to my senses even tho 3 weeks late #he says he doesn't hate me. 'you're the only one who can break my heart'. direct words #he's upset no doubt. blocked him on everything #i think he thinks i'll come back i mean i came back twice #but khalas. sneaking around and lying and the excuses i keep giving to my family. it's exhausting #on top of me being already iffy about him. i'm 18 man i have so long to find someone #he was a lousy boyfriend a lot of the time. didn't make up for the things he said he'd make up for #he did get better but im not entirely sure since we didn't see each other for a month #all i need to do is look at the bright side of it all. i have so much freetime now. i can do what i want. i don't have to apologize for #every little thing. i feel more relaxed. i don't have to check my phone as often. i don't need to make excuses for someone else #alhamdullilah alhamdullilah alhamdullilah

[best-enemies]

The doctor is affectionate with the tardis and the master is jealous (Tensimm)

From my Thoschei prompt meme. Still open for requests :D

There’s no such thing as ‘peace’ in the Tardis. Or for the Master.

Naturally, for him, peace would mean to watch the death of a star, to burn a whole world with his own hands, to grab a neck and strangle the life out of a living being and watch the horror of death dawn upon them.

Right now, though, peace for the Master meant reading a true crime book (his latest obsession - the more descriptions, the better), as he had been taken captive by the Doctor and forced to have Pizza Fridays (as if Fridays were a thing in the Tardis).

He wasn’t getting any of that peace.

Right now, as he sat on the couch in the control room, the Doctor had apparently walked in. He probably said good morning, to which the Master automatically ignored, and proceeded to work on the panel. The Master would usually leave the Doctor talking on his own and mute him out of his brain, but this time, there was this annoying noise that kept ringing in his ears.

“You look soooo lovely today! What? Oh silly, of course there’s something different! Did you think I wouldn’t notice your new lightning? Looks so soft. Makes your insides even more beautiful!”

Throughout that - whatever the hell that speech in a flirty voice was -, the Master slowly lowered his book and furrowed his brow, staring at that scene like it was… no, he couldn’t think of any analogy. The scene in itself was bizarre enough. The Doctor’s fingers ran through the control panel as if it were a naked body made out of flesh, a lazy, easy smile on his face and flirtatious eyes, while the Tardis let out soft noises like a giggling school girl.

“What the fuck”, the Master spoke, dumbfounded.

The Doctor turned his head to him, seeming surprised.

“Oh! Sorry, Master, hello to you. Didn’t notice you there. Did you sleep well?”

“Of course you noticed I was here, dumb ass. You said good morning.”

“Huh. Guess I forgot”, the nerve on this man, the Master thought. “Then why didn’t you reply?”

“As if I would ever wish you a good morning. I’d wish you had choked on your cereal instead”, the Master lifted his book again, back to ignoring the Doctor.  

The room went quiet again, until the Tardis began making some noises. The Master could pick up a few things, but noticed she was speaking in a language that seemed familiar only to the Doctor, like it was a dialect only they spoke. The Doctor giggled. By what the Master could understand, she was calling him a grumpy bear.

The Master lowered his book again, staring daggers at the time machine. 

“Stop it, old girl!”, the Doctor now full on laughed and turned to the Master. “Sorry. She called you a grumpy bear.” 

“I know that. I could hear it”, the Master said, angrily, while he shut his book and took it with him to anywhere else in the Tardis where he couldn’t hear the lovebirds. Behind him, the Doctor and the Tardis still giggled uncontrollably. 

***

The Doctor was a terrible cook. Always has been. Back when they lived together on Gallifrey, the Master did all the cooking himself because, one, the Doctor once burnt down the kitchen and nearly regenerated in the process and two, the Master was actually good at it.

But he decided that doing that now would be too humiliating, so he just let the Doctor do the work, burn the whole thing, then wait for him to leave the kitchen defeated and make himself a perfectly good and unburnt waffle. 

Now, though, he was just starving. He would, of course, attack the fridge, if the Doctor hadn’t made the Tardis lock it, saying he had watched YouTube tutorials and would make him the best pasta he’s ever tasted.

The Master had been too impatient, so he sat on the kitchen counter while he watched the Doctor cook and ramble about whatever.

That moment, in reverse, reminded him a lot about the old days, when he would cook in silence while Theta watched him and talked non-stop. Sometimes, out of the blue, Theta would get down from the counter and wrap his arms around his waist and ask for a spoon. Koschei would deny him, until Theta whined so much he just gave up and  fed him one spoonful of broth.

He quickly shoved those memories inside a room in his mind and locked it. He was used to doing so.

“...and I think you’d love Ancient Rome, Master. Wait, we’ve been there, haven’t we? And we got arrested by Nero- wait, no. That was me and the Tardis. He got so enamored with her, and I mean, who wouldn't, right, darling?", the Doctor said as he stroked the kitchen's wall. The Tardis hummed softly. 

The Master felt his blood boil.

"He wanted to take her for himself! And I denied, which made him send me to jail. And then I managed to escape, of course, right before he set fire to Rome, and I rescued this big ol' beauty right here – what? Oh, darling, I know, I know, you're no damsel in distress, but there's no problem in being saved once in a while. You've saved me countless times! If anything, I'm your damsel in distress", the Doctor laughed, as the Master watched the heavy smoke come up from the pot. "But- but that's how the story went! I know, I know, baby, I skipped that part, but I'll get there. So-"

"Oh for Rassilon's sake!", the Master shouted, abruptly hopping down from the counter and forcefully taking the pot handle from the Doctor's hand. He opened the lid, only for more smoke to come up along with the scent of burnt pasta. He groaned loudly.

"Well-" the Doctor started, but the Master lifted a hand, closing his eyes as if to hold himself back from killing the other man right there.

"I've been starving for hours. I will throw this radioactive garbage away and prepare something for myself. Why don't you go, take off your pants and fuck yourself on the Tardis propulsion lever so I don't have to listen to this bullshit, huh? Sounds good?", he opened his eyes again to look at the Doctor with a sarcastic smile, and found the other man staring at him wide-eyed, face red like an angry Dalek. 

The Doctor's face contorted as he frowned and opened his mouth to say something. Before he did, the Master murmured with a threatening tone: "Out."

Unfortunately, despite using the right ingredients and leaving it on the stove for a reasonable amount of time, the Master still burnt the dish. Throwing the whole pan on the trash out of anger, he knew exactly who had burnt it. 

The one who was the fucking kitchen itself.

***

You may ask yourself, how could the Master, specifically this incarnation, act so well-behaved and controlled under circumstances like these, that would draw violence out of less murderous men?

Well, it wasn’t the Doctor’s attempts at giving him therapy (he had given up on that long ago) or spending hours in a hot tub with zen music playing in the background. The Master had his hobbies. 

Often, he would play FPS games on the Doctor’s console to let out some steam and get to kill people (even if they were not real); sometimes, he’d punch a wall, but he figured the Tardis was smart enough to make her walls so solid they’d actually hurt his hand; he even tried sabotaging the time machine a couple of times, only to get caught by the Doctor, who had been warned by the Tardis. And that would lead to punishment. Not the fun kind, no. Just getting to spend a year inside a prison cell, which just made him even more bored.

So the Master came up with a new, complex game. Every time the Doctor would take him out on a trip, when they were away from that tattletale bitch, he would try to kill someone. 

It was risky, but it was exciting. Good lord, what had he been reduced to? Being excited just because he was going to murder someone? Before being trapped inside the Tardis by the Doctor, that was a normal work day for him.

He always managed to escape from the Doctor’s sight, come up with an elaborate plan to find a victim and dispose of the body in secret. But then, he got bored, because nothing else happened. So he started trying to bring the Doctor’s attention to the disappearances, and the Doctor was sent on that wild goose chase he loved so much while the Master managed to pull the strings so that every time he got close to finding out who the real culprit was, he got colder again.

Gods, he missed that.

He missed the adrenaline, the control, the glint in the Doctor’s eyes whenever he thought he’d solved another clue, the frustration when that clue turned out to be nothing, the way he clutched his hair and left it a mess, the way he turned to the Master desperate for his help and his brilliant inputs, the way he said ‘please…’

That was fun, but of course, like everything in the Master’s life, nothing good ever lasted for too long. 

One day, after they came back from one of those trips, the Tardis spoke, inside his brain, somehow louder than the drums:

“I know what you’ve been doing.”

The Master jumped in surprise. He wasn’t one to let his guard down.

“How-” he thought, before being interrupted by her again:

“I figured we’d have this little chat in private. You wouldn’t want the Doctor to know, would you?”

The Master looked briefly at the Doctor, who worked on dematerialising the Tardis. He knew his enemy had poor mind reading skills compared to him, but could still hear loud thoughts, so he kept it down.

“What don’t I want him to know?”

“About your little murderous treasure hunts."

A cold chill ran down his spine. 

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Of course you do. I know everything that comes inside of me", at that, the Tardis made a giggly noise inside his head. Great, the time machine made dirty puns now. "And you brought in the smell of the blood of your victims. I know you washed your hands. But I can still feel it. I can feel your hearts beat like the sea after a storm. You're less cranky. You look exactly like you did after you tortured me. Satisfied. Blissful. Was it good?"

The Master turned away from the Doctor to hide his ominous smile.

"Delicious."

"And the Doctor looks so disgruntled", the Master took a brief look at the other Time Lord, and the Tardis was right. "You've deceived him."

"He needed this. Something to take him off his feet. He gets bored, and I am the one who brings in the fun."

"People die when you two have this kind of fun, Master."

"Meh."

"Do you really believe the Doctor is having fun?"

The Master sighed, rolling his eyes. He sat on the control room's couch, resting his arms on the backrest, watching the Doctor's back as he operated the controls.

"I've known him for longer than you. He gets upset when people die, sure, but he moves on quickly. He's a Time Lord, you can't change nature! Imagine if you were a humanoid and stepped on a butterfly. You're upset, because oh, it's such a pwetty little colorful thing! But is it going to ruin the rest of your day or your life? No, because you know that, in the end, it's just a small, useless, stupid creature with a one month average life span."

The Tardis went silent for a few minutes, and all the Master could hear were the drums. He preferred it like that.

"You are jealous", the Tardis spoke again.

The Master scoffed out loud and laughed, which made the Doctor turn to him. "Nothing", he said, and the Doctor raised an eyebrow but chose to ignore him again. 

"Now you're taking yourself too seriously", the Master said arrogantly.

"I have been with him for centuries, sacrificed myself for him many times because I knew he'd put me first every time. I think I can take myself seriously."

The Master rolled his eyes, but didn't reply. Let her have it.

"And yet, you stole me, tortured me. And he still brought you inside."

"As his pet."

"As his prisoner."

"He thinks he can heal me."

"Do you agree?"

"I don't want to be healed. I know he's not talking about the drums. And I know he doesn't mean to heal me. He wants to rehabilitate me. Turn me into something I'm not."

"And why haven't you left yet?"

The Master looked up to her, confused, with his brow furrowed.

"I have left the door unlocked so many times. Open, even. Never saw you walk out. You did try, in the beginning, I remember."

An image came up in his mind. He'd escaped after knocking the Doctor on the head and forcefully dematerializing the Tardis, resisting the electrical shocks she gave him. The time machine ended up taking him to a completely deserted planet.

It didn't matter. The Master ran as far as he could on the sandy soil, panting, grunting, as he heard the Doctor call out his name. He didn't stop. He didn't look back. 

Until he felt a pair of arms grapple him and tackle his body to the ground. 

The Doctor had always been faster than him. 

The Master struggled as the Doctor held him down with surprising force, his elbow hitting him on his spine, and the Master let out a grunt of pain. The Doctor laid on his back, completely nailing him to the ground.

"I am not letting you go!", the Doctor barked into his ear.

"Where are your friends now, to keep you company?", the Master barked back, trying to turn his head so he could see him. "Where's Martha Jones? And the freak? How about Rose?"

He let out a laugh as the Doctor pulled his hair and pressed his cheek to the ground. "Don't", he said in a low, threatening voice. 

"Go get your fucking pets, Doctor! Hand me over the Judoon. Leave me here alone to rot on this planet. Or just end me", his voice sobered up, and he stared into the vast, empty land. 

There was silence. 

The two laid there, piled up, listening to the sound of the wind, their breathing, and the drums.

The Master felt the Doctor's breath on his left ear as he spoke: "I am not giving up on you."

The Master knew what it meant. The Doctor would not give up on trying to change him, shape him into his own image of goodness, to sanitize his morals. 

He shut his eyes tightly. There were strings pulling at his hearts and an oddly familiar feeling he hadn't felt in so long, that made tears prickle at the corner of his eyes. It hurt. It angered him. It felt wrong. 

Hope. 

It was hard to resist. 

The image dissolved, and the Master stared into nothing. 

"I see", the Tardis commented, carefully.

The Master felt something constricting his chest, his breath gradually coming out in bursts, fire running through his veins.

Upon hearing the Master's rapid breathing, the Doctor turned around. "Are you alright? You seem odd tod-", only to be met with the sight of the Master striding across the room and pushing his body against his, grabbing the back of his neck as he kissed him, hard.

The Doctor let out a surprised yelp that turned into a soft moan as the Master ran his tongue through the roof of mouth. His eyes closed and he wrapped both of his arms around the Master's neck, pressing his own body against him as if the Master could leave him at any moment.

That’s it, the Master thought. No more thinking, no more hatred, no false hopes. Fuck his human friends. Fuck his junk of a time machine. No one else in all of time and space could ever make the Doctor feel what he felt with the Master; bodies and tongues clashing like a stellar collision. The beauty and the violence and chaos they made out of it had always fascinated the Master more than what the Master could do with his own hands, alone.

The Master's hands slid down his torso by his sides, grabbing his waist and groaning as he rolled his hips into the Doctor's, who panted loudly inside his mouth. 

They parted from the kiss, breathless, a string of saliva attaching their mouths and the sight in front of him made the Master’s mouth water.

The Doctor was flushed, his eyes hazy and filled with lust. His lips were red and swollen, begging to be bitten - which the Master did, leaning in to suck deep on those lips as the Doctor moaned like a whore, sounding heavenly in the Master’s ears.

When the Master let go of his lips, the Doctor panted: “Were you jealous?”

A flash of anger crossed the Master’s expression, but he managed to restrain himself.

“You assume I care about you.”

“The Tardis. You always get in a bad mood when I’m talking to her. You know that what you and I have is different from what I have with her, right?”

“Mmmm”, the Master buried his face in the Doctor’s neck and bit it, drowning himself in that smell of fresh mint.

“Oh, Master”, the Doctor attempted to not let it sound like a moan. He failed horribly. “You are jealous! You’re adorable”, he buried his fingers into the Master’s hair as he heard the other mumble some word of disagreement into his neck. He whispered: “Yes you are. So beautiful.”

The Master groaned and grabbed the back of the Doctor’s tights, hopping him up on the control panel and proceeding to make out with him once more, hands running through bodies. 

“That’s gross. Can you not?”, the Tardis spoke into the Master’s mind.

“Shut up. I win.”

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Hey anon! Sorry this took me so long! I did not calculate how busy I'd be this week so I had to write like, 70% of this story on my phone, on the bus on my way to work. Came home, did a quick read and some editing and ta-da!

This was supposed to be waaay more wholesome than it is, sorry. I'm just so addicted to thoschei angst right now, but hey, it has a happy ending.

Hope you liked it! And to everyone else: still taking requests. I haven't felt this inspired to write in forever. It might take me a while to write things, this has been a very busy week for me, but I'm having fun writing whenever I have some free time. Still have some on my list and I'm working on them <3

By the way, I'm going to add a 'my fics' tag on my tumblr so I won't loose these (even though I'm publishing it all on AO3 lol) and you'll know where to find them!

#my fics #thoschei #tensimm #doctor/master #doctor x master #tenth doctor #simm!master #best enemies #remember when we called them timecock #good times #simm!master is both fun and incredibly difficult to write #i mean maybe not but he's like the least affectionate master so it's hard to find balance between him loving the doctor and despising him #but i think i did a good job #today i was in the bathroom at work trying to come up with an ending #and i was like WHAT SHOULD THE MASTER DO?? #and then i thought fuck it he'd totally try to fuck the doctor to avoid talking about feelings #it would be that or fighting but this is easier lol #doctor who

[santa-lilio-sangre]

now realistically i know that kotetsu orders more alcoholic beverages than the One Time He Got A Legend Cola but i like to imagine one night he and yuri are the only people in the pub with regular normal sodas and they just encounter each other at the bar and are like. Huh?

#yuri just stopped by because he'd just gotten back from lunatic-ing #he sticks out like a sore thumb #i knowwww he drank alcohol in the party scene in the beginning but i really think he'd try to avoid it because. Lol #bad family history of alcoholism #yuri petrov #kotetsu kaburagi #tiger and bunny #rambles

[paimonial-rage]

To that anon that just sent in an ask about Lyney, the first two questions about Lyney's insecurity and relationship weaknesses are gone over in the last ask I just posted. I can definitely answer #21 though! If you'd like to switch up your questions, please feel free to send in a new ask!

#anon #character analysis #admittedly i am being lazy here bc i dont wanna look it up but essentially... #lyney'a greatest insecurity is that he isnt good enough #that's why he doesnt rely on others and cares greatly about the way other people view him #the previous post i made granted only goes over the symptoms of his insecurity and not the cause so yeah here it is #classic ennea 3 behavior #as for relationship weaknesses i already mentioned it but he wouldnt trust his partner enough to rely on them #he'd try distracting them with things so they are blind to the wreck that he is #one big issue is that he'd have this habit of trying to emulate the person he *thinks* you fell in love with #granted as i am saying this take into account i am not mentioning how his partner would treat and reassure him #the scenario i am giving is base lyney if the reader had no drive or will haha #and his avoidance and self-reliance is dependent upon his stress levels #the less stressed he is the less this will be a problem but the more stressed he becomes the more he'll rely on these things #but yeah these tags are just me elaborating on my previous post #send in two other questions other than 21 that i can answer #preferably ones that dont have much to do with the way i answered the previous ask #o3ob

[elaeomyxa]

Incredibly strange that I'm having emotions when the sun is still out but it truly is funny that I'm having a crisis over. Not Liking Someone

#this has literally been on my mind for days #like what the fuck am i supposed to do? #he deserves support and he deserves love because he's a human being and he's going through shit but i don't think i can offer that #but also god that's such a shitty thing to leave someone for their mental health! i'm a shit friend! #(the lack of importance i put on romantic relationships has made me believe i'm impervious to staying in a shitty relationship #when in reality it has just made me put friendships on the same pedestal some do romantic relationships) #but ALSO also if i just go on pretending i like him that'll be even shittier if i do stop being friends with him!! #and he'd want the truth but nobody who says that actually wants the fucking truth! #but i can't just stay friends with him because he's being an asshole! (but maybe i'm biased and forgetting to see his side) #((a friend is scared of him and i understand what it's like to be scared of someone like that but i also understand that i was wrong)) #[but also maybe i wasn't wrong and my emotions were invalidated] [[but also my mind's just telling me that so i can play the victim]] #and if i try to cut it off with him he's going to think i'm an asshole #and i AM because my mind keeps trying to be mean to him because i'm frustrated with this whole thing #(which is proof i'm an asshole) (but it's proof that i'm noce because i'm not being an asshole to him) (which is proof i'm dishonest) #but also i fucking drive him home which would be shitty to take away just because he's being an ass #and he's going to write a fucking callout post for my other friend for a whole thing that could have been avoided if they just talked #(but he told them not to talk to him) (and now they're scared of him) (probably because he plans on going to their fucking house) #hm. anyways these tags are going to be so funny to come up on when tumblr decides this is what i want when i type left parentheses #Anyways. me when i'm the mentally stable one of the friend group

[tvrningout-a]

okay last coherent thought of the night: i don't think we as writers talk about our own oc's and canons interacting with each other. bc i know in my heart that pav and chiyo would get along bc who wouldn't get along with pav?? but also i absolutely see chiyo squinting at him and avoiding him at times bc pav is too observant and just says what he sees instead of keeping it to himself, and that is chiyo's nightmare asdfg people don't need to know when she's sad or has a crush thank you very much

#kicking my feet thinking about different dynamics between chiyo and all the spider gang tbh #pav (nicely) calling her out when she's avoiding her mom and chiyo has her face in her hands bc the rest of the team heard that #gwen being able to understand even if her situation is a bit different -- she still gets it #hobie... her mom isn't a bad lady so i think he'd try to push chiyo in the right direction/give advice #he'd definitely be more subtle than pav asdf #and i'll stop there bc the tags will be long if i don't and i'm getting a headache oh jeez #i will say #i think you could go 'bel write this spiderverse character' and i would do it for most of them #the brainrot's boomin' #get ready to ramble | ooc

[crystalkitty1220]

Might have to scrap a fic idea because I thought the panic that came with time moving too slowly or too quickly was a universal thing, but now I'm realizing I probably have chronophobia and the fic might not feel the same to other people. Don't want it to drag on or feel rushed if readers won't get the same kind of anxiety the character's getting.

#it was a camp camp jasper fic centered around the whole ''ghosts walk the island on the night of the full moon'' line #*new moon #in the fic jasper would *only* be there during the new moon #he wouldn't notice it at first but when he saw the seasons change to winter he'd start to realize that camp's been over for months #and what would only be maybe a year for him would be all the way up to the canon present for everyone else #actually now that ive done more research into the fer.al blood tundra lore #if i ever continue the fic i might rewrite it for ende instead since there's a lot more canon backing behind that #of course it wouldn't have the same plot points. so maybe two different fics? #the camp camp one more centered on jasper the possibly vengeful ghost. and a fer.al one centered around time. #. noticing the connections to fer.al im starting to wonder if that was subconsciously my inspiration for the cc one #but i don't even think i ever got that interested in the lore until very recently. after starting the fic. #im pretty sure my inspiration was just being very scared of the irene dimension from minecraft diaries #cause i had a whole conversation with echos about how i thought being in a dimension where time moves slower than the outside world #was a lot scarier than being stuck in a dimension where time moves faster than the outside world #using the irene dimension as my only example. #anyway it is 3 am and i am writing this to stop stressing about how my mom gave me one two days to #apply for and get my first job completely on my own without any help. #instead i spent the whole day trying to avoid That but unfortunately there is no way to avoid a deadline #so looks like i remain without a job. yay.

[doritofalls]

Idk if you already answered this, but what does the v3 cast do after the killing game in your au?

ooh it never came up!

i imagine most of them would try to just, recover and cope with normalcy and a weirdly parasocial microcelebrity status. they would remain relatively close for a time (with some exceptions) as friends, but by the time kiyo would be rooming with shuichi, it would be a very loose thing with specific people remaining closer to specific people and meeting up from time to time. kind of a post high school graduation classmates setup, except with less trauma. it is important to note however, that by the time kiyo is even released from care, a good chunk of time has passed and the cast have already grown apart as a group.

#shuichi feels the need to try to hold people together. kaede's checked out. miu is actually pretty close with shuichi. #her and kokichi are probably on good terms but avoiding the elephant in the room #maki and kaito would still be close to shu as well but not as much as he'd require #gonta probably forgave kokichi instantly and he hates it. #i think angie would not have that many hard feelings for kiyo but tenko would. and himiko fucking hates him. #kokichi and kaito and maki would not love shuichi babying him either. #rantaro probably is the only other person who kept consistent check on kiyo but he's got a lot of his own shit to figure out #anyway....lotta thots. #mcfreakin answered #anon #kiyoanon

[hylialeia]

I think my biggest issue with Luke in The Last Jedi is that the narrative introduces a mystery that requires an explanation, goes through an entire arc building up to the reveal, but then just... never actually answers its own question.

There’s so much emphasis on it, too. Why has Luke Skywalker become this jaded old hermit? What happened to him that snuffed out his hope and faith, turning him into the man we see now? And I actually think that’s an interesting route to examine! How did Luke Skywalker go from this hopeful, passionate, caring person we remember in Return of the Jedi to the man Rey has to beg to train her on that island? Even if other writers might have gone a different direction, I don’t think that it’s necessarily a bad decision to portray Luke this way; people change, sometimes not for the better, and the origins of those changes can be fascinating to explore. The only requirement is that the narrative actually sells the audience on its reasoning for that change.

But after the film makes us ask why Luke has become so cynical and distrusting, the answer it gives us, the traumatic event that spurred it all is that... he did something cynical and distrusting. The thing that turned Luke into someone who can only see the danger and darkness in others was... him focusing on the darkness in his nephew. And that’s not an answer to the mystery of Luke’s current characterization, it’s just more mystery.

We don’t know what happened to the Luke of RotJ, even though the film suggests it’s going to tell us. The Luke we see consider murdering Kylo is the one we meet on the island, and that’s a problem, because that means--like Han and Leia in TFA--he’s been stuck in stasis, only worse, because the stasis isn’t even remotely connected to his canon characterization from the Original Trilogy. In the end, we’re left with the same question we had in the beginning: What happened to Luke Skywalker? And that is an unforgivable oversight.

#leia watches sw #star wars #sw meta #luke skywalker #also I think a big part of this was the film's desire to subvert everything it could #subverting not only what the audience expected of luke's current characterization #but ALSO subverting what they thought he'd be like as a teacher #and it does this so that it can lead up to a potential redemption for kylo #BUT THEN #it pulls its subversion card AGAIN #and has kylo reject redemption #I'm fine with subversion at a storytelling device but when you try to pull it at every turn #it ends up undermining your own story #luke's character assassination (which was avoidable in the first place) ends up being for nothing #because to be subversive. kylo has to reject rey's offer #luke needs to be undeniably in the wrong so that kylo's sympathetic. but then kylo still isn't redeemed #(also you could keep the story relatively intact and have it make more sense if you had luke fail kylo by doing the opposite) #(by having him show support for kylo as the darkness grows and just steadfastly believing he can fight it) #(which is more in line with the luke of rotj and would explain why he's now terrified of rey's potential darkness) #(AND it's more in line with what he says in the movie which is that he was too arrogant and thought he could train kylo) #(''but would kylo still be sympathetic that way?'' you ask. yeah if you put effort into writing him right) #(and maybe actually establish within the film's own narrative that snoke was grooming him and invading his mind) #(it also makes his rejection of redemption at the end make more sense bc this way we've seen him do it before) #(but whatever) #(I need to learn to shut up in the tags)