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13eyond13 · 5 months

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a friend of mine who isn't into Death Note asked me why people ship Lawlight. I gave her a pretty good answer but I feel that couldn't encapsulate it fully and you are the most articulate/analyzer person I can think of here, can you help me?

omg, I'm flattered you think that, but a bit worried I won't be able to speak for everybody about this! I'll probably just have to mostly say why I like to ship it and hopefully that will suffice...

1) the constant tension and the mind games between them is the heart and soul of the series to me. Light's a complicated character that is both very entertaining to follow and also sort of an infuriating bastard to watch as well, so when L waltzes in being like "HOLD ON A MINUTE HERE I KNOW IT'S YOU AND I'M DEFINITELY GONNA PROVE IT" and Light both seems to get extremely excited about how clever he is and also horrified and determined not to lose, that makes for a very charged dynamic that keeps you on the edge of your seat. Light's curiously positive reactions to L opposing him, as well as the way L intuitively understands him and pushes his buttons so effectively, is definitely one of the funniest and most intriguing things to watch in the entire show.

2) there's a lot going on in the narrative to continuously draw parallels between them and to sort of suggest that they're the true equal and peer that the other one has never actually had their entire lives, the solution to the boredom and loneliness and aloof superiority they've both been feeling due to their above-average intelligence and privileged positions and ambitious competitive stubborn streaks and so on. People love that and also find it super tragic/angsty or fascinatingly ironic and darkly funny that they end up only meeting in an enemies, "you're the closest thing to a real friend I've ever had but one or the other of us will have to die" sort of way

3) This part of their relationship also gets me as well - they probably would not have easily met if Light HADN'T been Kira, because L never has to meet any of the people he works alongside nor any of the criminals he catches in person - Light was just good enough at being a criminal to force L to meet him in person, basically. And there's also no guarantee that if they DID meet in other circumstances that they would have clicked so weirdly well as they do, because their cat and mouse game was probably the best way they could both impress each other the most and prove their own intelligence and entertainingness to each other as well. The immense difficulty of setting up this ship so that it actually works is part of the enduring appeal to me.

4) I think there's just a lot of intrigue to how much is left unsaid between them the entire time. They literally never get to have an actual straightforward heart-to-heart even once in the story, but they're seen obsessively thinking about each other the entire time (and Light continues to do so for years after L's death, even to the point of comparing everyone else who opposes him to L unfavorably after his death and admitting he feels bored again now that L is gone). I think a lot of fans were kind of dying to see them interact in a more straight-forward way

5) the handcuffs are certainly fairly suggestive and kinky hahaha... and the memory loss arc definitely brings up a lot of interesting "what if" type scenarios in every shipper's mind. Not everybody is convinced that they really hate each other, and seeing them work together on the case like that causes a lot of people to think about how they might get along if Light had never picked up the notebook in the first place. The fandom has a lot of people who really like the idea of them together whenever Light isn't Kira, and also a lot of people who think their dynamic is superior and works better when Light IS Kira - and having both of these different dynamics between them presented to us in canon makes for even more interesting possibilities to explore

#there is probably more to it than that as well #but these were the main things i could think of off the top of my head #ask #anon #lawlight #p

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seriousbrat · 3 months

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Re: your last post about people replacing Snape with Regulus... oof it's my pet peeve. Regulus has potential to be super interesting and complex in his own right, but when he's made out to be a sarcastic potions genius with Dark tendencies who was groomed into the Death Eaters and who loves James and turns spy to protect him, it's always a little disappointing. Now he's just Snape-lite, but with all of Snape's less palatable, more interesting facets stripped away.

That's what i always figured it came down to: the messiness of Snape's story. It's uncomfortable and not aesthetic in any way. It challenges established fanon. It makes Snape difficult to flatten and fit into the standard fanon tropes. Much easier for people to take the parts they find interesting (more parts than i think people care to admit) and apply them to characters with less going on. It can sometimes feel like a lost opportunity; it would be cool to either explore Severus himself on a deeper level, or embrace the other characters fully and flesh them out with original ideas. Idk. I'm not trying to yuck anyone's yum here or anything, but just my own personal observations & lamentations.

I couldn't agree more with all of this. Exactly, I always really liked Regulus and I am super interested in him honestly, but fanon about him is so... random and also kind of boring and it makes me not want to interact with any of it lol. Like yeah I guess he was definitely groomed into joining the Death Eaters (by Bellatrix most likely, I hate when it's Snape), I mean he was 16 when he joined, but literally Snape was groomed too and imo probably in a more extreme way. Reg already had those beliefs growing up. I've always had I guess a sympathetic view of Regulus just because he was so young when he died. But it's imo unfair to his story to pretend he did it for James when u know who he actually did it for? KREACHER (my beloved) and that's so much more interesting, to me at least.

So true like he's absolutely given Snape's traits and story while Snape is stripped down into something barely recognisable. 100% it's because he and his story aren't aesthetically pleasing or simplistic enough to flatten into cute little tropes. Like it's not pleasant, it's tragic and messy and miserable. And you're so right to point out that this story IS actually compelling to people because they obviously do use it in a way. also lmao at reg being a potions genius that's so blatant

Idk it is a shame because as you've said, either snape or regulus would be really interesting characters to explore in their own right. People are totally allowed to make up whatever they want- imo they should be a little more discerning in labelling their fanon as AU/canon divergent/absolutely made up rather than insisting it's based in canon, that's all. Bc otherwise it creates a lot of confusion and also ill will towards people who actually enjoy the real characters

#stop kreacher erasure #shoutout to that one post where a marauders stan read the books for the first time and was shook #upon reaching SWM and learning that j and s were dickheads lol #reply #carried-away-with-cleverness

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oceansssblue · 4 months

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[THE BAD BATCH] — Soulmate AU

WRECKER/OFC

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF DEATH, VIOLENCE, WOUNDS, BLOOD. 💔

The crowd roared as yet another fighter had to be dragged out of the cage. A trail of dark blood dripped from the defeated Trandoshan's body; gashes openned on his green skin with sharp spikes and blades. The bodyguards took him to one of the adyacent locker rooms; and all eyes were placed upon the winner again. He was an imponent Gen'Dai; his huge mass of tentacles swipping the air with traces of blood and grime still etched onto them. Why would someone want to voluntarily fight against a creature like that and his regeneration abilities... That, was a mistery.

Walbur was out of the usual tourists way. Only one commercial space lane runned by in its nearby proximity; and in its hidden spot in the very limit of the galaxy with the Unkown Regions, rules didn't seem to apply. That made for a very interesting and dangerous mix of travellers; and The Bad Batch couldn't have felt more normal in the dingy scarecely illuminated bar. On one side, a long sticky counter was crammed against the wall; the resident two-headed barttender pouring suspicious spiced drinks non-stop. On the oposite side, a group of two pa'lowiks and three twi'leks entertained those who wanted a safer and more relaxed show; further along, the bar openned wide to a giant room with high cealings and a built in metal cage right on its center. It was big, allowing quite a few meters of movility in the Arena inside; surrounded by rows of seats that were being currently fully occupied.

Clone Force 99 had learned uppon arrival that it was << Champions Night >>. The bar held regular fights each five rotations, apparently; and anyone could participate if they felt like tempting luck. The winner of each fight added a sum of 700 Imperial credits to their belt; the price doubled if it ended in death, and slightly increased if limbs were teared away. There was no surrender; falling KAO was the safest and quickest way out, something some fighters had to pray for right before their end.

The Bad Batch couldn't have crashed in a worse place. The Marauder needed heavy repairs; repairs that would cost them too much money, money that they didn't posess. Omega had stayed back in the damaged ship with Echo –Hunter couldn't even think of the curious teenager roaming around those streets– while the rest of them explored the Capital trying to find a solution to their problem. But there weren't many options; they needed big money, and they needed it as soon as possible. Tech had suggested a hesitant idea; and while Wrecker had inmediately agreed, Hunter had been more cautious about it.

"These fights are brutal. They can only end in either unconsciousness or death. What if it isn't Wrecker who wins? What if its him who ends like that? We'll find another way."

Tech had been quick to answer; a new idea popping into his head.

"Let him fight. If things go wrong, we can shoot his rival with a drug dart. It'll take him out of the fight straight away. It'll be our back out plan".

Hunter stared at his brother pondering the option. He still hated the idea, but they really needed their ship repaired, and every hour they stayed in Walbur increased the possibility of someone reporting them to the Empire. And he wasn't ready to have another confrontation with Crosshair, yet.

"You always carry drug darts around with you, Tech?" Hunter asked, resolve weakened, and Tech showed him a confident smile.

"Why do you think I have so many pouches in my belt?"

With that settled, they inscribed Wrecker for the next few fights. Surprisingly, he had to sign of a bunch of papers; and the humanoid that organised the fight explained them what the risks were and what weapons were allowed and not. No guns, bombs or advanced warfare; only knifes, blades, spears, shields and such were admitted inside the cage.

Hunter's worries were soothed over the course of time. Even in Walbur, Wreckers unnatural strength and resistance seemed to give him the upper hand. He hadn't won unfaced –several superficial gashes crossed his skin here and there–; but no organs, too-deep wounds or broken bones were obtained. Tech was quick in his datapad to find out weaknesses in his rivals; whispering them to Wrecker from the other side of the cage before the start of each fight. He had won three by now; he only needed a last one and they could call it a night.

While Wrecker was allowed to hydrate and sweep his sweat and blood with a towel, his next fight was announced; the crowd bursting in excited shouts and roars once more when a feminine winged creature entered –more like slided– inside the cage. She walked the space in a circle, seemingly impatient, while showing a dark smile full of sharp teeth and even sharper fangs; purple eyes burning with a neon hue and pointy claws ready to tear skin right from its owner. She wore black armour with elaborated lilac details; matching the colour of his short hair, lips and pointed ears. Her skin was a pale rose; six marks of the same shade crossing her forehead and cheeks –four of them pointing towards her nose and the other two, thicker, dripping down his undereyes–. And yet, her most distinctive feature was her wings; a meter and a half tall each and growing sharpness towards their end, a miryad of colours seemingly flowing in the inner side like melted energy.

Tech tapped away, and N inmediate frown perched upon his face.

"No results found" he voiced, aware that Hunter could be able to hear him under the noise of the crowd. He glanced up to the misterious creature again "She must come from the Unknown Regions themselves..."

Hunter tensed. He was always aware of his surroundings, always able to feel things that normal people couldn't. And he could feel the weight of her eyes on them.

When the sargent found her shiny purple stare, to his surprise, the creature widened her smirk as if to signal she had been able to hear every word coming from his brothers mouth; sharp fangs glinting menacingly with the light emitted from her own wings. Hunter's own eyes traveled up to her pointy rhomboid ears and watched them twitch, realising the first of her hidden abilities; she had heightened senses as well.

"I don't like this" he whispered to Tech "We know nothing about her".

"I'll admit the lack of knowledge is concerning, yes. However, I am still positive of Wrecker winning the fight; and we always have plan B".

Her ears twitched again before the fighter turned around and distracted herself with something else; Hunter quick to steal his brothers datapad and write his discovery in the screen for him. Tech nodded in comprehension and noted he couldn't comment his thoughts and strategies for the fight in any other place than his mind.

"I'm going back in now, guys" Wrecker announced, his usually booming voice quited down by tiredness and fatigue "Something you want to tell me, Tech?"

The resident genious fidgeted with his datapad. He hated not knowing things; even more so when his brother's life were at risk.

"She has heightened senses. Hearing is confirmed, though we are not sure as for the rest. Seing as she's a winged creature, I'd assume she could be able to move faster than usual. Her openned spots are face, neck, armpits, hands and wings. The rest is fully covered by armour, though you may try to take it out. As for the obvious... Fangs and claws, so be aware of that."

As if to mock his brother's words, she drummed her fingers on one of the metal bars of the cage; once again staring at the trio upon finding her match. Wrecker nodded and left both clones behind; stepping into the cage with precision and collected patience. The creature, on the other hand, looked eager to start.

"Oh, this' gonna be a good one" chuckled a spectator besides Tech and Hunter "I can't wait to see todays current winner brought back down to the dirt".

Tech couldn't help but take the bait.

"We'll see about that".

The anphibian-humanoid chuckled and crossed his arms.

"He's in for it, boy. He's a great fighter, I won't deny that. For a human." He pointed out, smiling, and Tech had to bite his tongue.

He still didn't know what the unusual creature was capable off; he just prayed the nochalant humanoid wasn't right.

(•••)

They had been going at it for an hour. Both Tech and Hunter had the suspition the fighter could have pushed Wrecker to darkness by now; but somehow, it seemed that the misterious creature didn't quite wanted for the fight to end, pherhaps enjoying the rush and excitement of the game. Yes; Wrecker was, for once, the weakest link.

She was just... Literally, something out of the galaxy. Her body seemed to have been created to kill and inflict pain; her fangs and claws the least of anyones concern after being spectators of her game. She was all wings. Tech and Hunter had discovered –at the same time that Wrecker, unfortunately– that the outer side of them could be used as strong shields; not a vibro-blade sharp enough to penetrate it's beskar-like thick skin. Three natural spikes were integrated on their shape; one in the very high end, one mid curve, and one close to its base. The edges of both wings worked as a thin and dangerous blade; Hunter and Echo lost count just how many times they had viciously swiped through Wrecker's skin. She seemed to have no trouble finding the open spots on his armour; and by now, the Arena was sprayed with the clone's blood. The most dangerous trait wasn't just that, though; it was her speed, her figure dissapearing from plain sight in a flash of her wings before attacking from an opposite side. Her agility was a wonder; Tech and Hunter tried tracking her moves, but quickly got lost in endless spins, tosses and turns. For the winged creature, the floor and the cealing weren't floor and cealing; there were no ups or downs.

To Wreckers credit, he was holding up surprisingly well. He was in a very obvious disadvantage; but he had managed to severely harm the creature twice, once with Hunter's vibro-blade straight to her hand –he had managed to actually press the tip in til it showed on the other side– and another time with a few well aimed strong punches to her nose and mouth. The creature had been a second too slow to react; finally getting off with a spit of purple blood and a surprised glance.

Hunter wondered if that may be the reason why she was taking her time; she had been shocked by the –compared to herself– fairly normal human; and wanted to give him time to surprise her again. She felt curious about him; and Hunter felt grateful even if it looked like a predator just playing with her pray.

Wrecker tried a bold move then; quickly throwing himself on top of the creature and grasping one of her wings. With all the strength he could muster, and in a quick second, he made a violent oposite direction pull and screamed; the creature echoing his sound in pain while she felt her right wing threatening to break away from the scapula it growed from. Her whole constellation of nerves tingled in fire and torture; but she breaked through the tears and the pain, quickly grabbing the hulk of a man wrist and snapping it away.

"Bone for bone", she hissed in anger, in her native tongue, taking advantage of his now moment of weakness to pull both of his hands against his own chest, trapping them there. "You're..."

<< You're dead >>, she was going to say, but then her purple eyes catched a hint of ink on the human's forearm, peaking right under his sleeve, and the words died on her tongue. She ripped the sleeve up, revealing the rest of the mark; and the creature read his own name stunned. "You're... You're my soulmate", she realised, stunned.

Wrecker could barely focus his eyes on hers. He felt close to fainting; the fatigue and tiredness threatening to pull him under. Even if his vision was clouded, though, he did understand; and he prayed his soulmate would be benevolent enough.

The winged creature glanced at the two other humans out of the cage –one of them discretely pointing a weird gun at her–; and shared a long intense stare with the long-haired tattoed face one.

"Can you hear me?" She asked, switching to basic, all traces of cockiness nowhere to be found.

Hunter nodded, his fists clenched and teeth grinding against each other. He only needed to give Tech the order; and soulmate or not, she would be out.

The creature looked back at the man laying under her.

"Don't shoot" she ordered, out of bresth. "You'll make a scandal. I promiss I'll just take him out".

She didn't wait for his consent. She closed both of her hands around Wrecker's throat, who inevitably struggled against her; Hunter could hear her count the seconds out loud under her breath. Tech looked towards him, searching for an aswer; but Hunter shook his head. Terrified, he wondered for a moment if it was all a strategy, if she was actually planning to kill him.

But they were soulmates. And Hunter was always aware of everything; he had noticed the change on her posture and expression when she saw her name on his skin. He knew she wasn't lying. He knew, and he just needed to trust himself and wait.

THE END.

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*AUTHORS NOTE*

THAT'S THE SECOND SOULMATE AU FOR OUR FAVORITE BATCH! I ADMIT IT WASN'T (AS ONE WOULD THINK) FLUFF; BUT I FELT EXCITED TO WRITE SOME DARK VIOLENT STUFF WITH A PRETTY BADASS RUTHELESS OFC AND THAT'S THAT! I PROMISS TO WRITE A PURE SICKLY SWEET FLUFFY ONE FOR OUR NEXT BATCHER, TECH : )

REMEMBER ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE, APOLOGISE FOR ANY MISTAKES!

I DECIDED TO CUT THE STORY THERE, BUT LET ME KNOW IF YAll INTERESTED IN A SECOND PART!

AND LET ME KNOW UR OPINION TOO.

TAKING REQUESTS OR PROMPTS!

Xx,

Sky.

#wrecker tbb #tbb #tech tbb #hunter tbb #the bad batch #clone wars #clones #fanfic #fics #soulmates #fight club #star wars

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ticktockmyclockworkhart · 1 month

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I'm perhaps one of the most easy to please Pokemon fans ever. I wouldn't identify myself as a nintendo fanboy or anything even though I love a lot of their IPs (largely because the number one prerequisite to being a "nintendo fanboy" is hating Nintendo more than anything on earth it seems), but I will be the first to admit my standards are much lower than they should be. I eat up everything Pokemon related like the blindly eager little consumer I am, I've beaten every main series game and damn near every spin-off.

All this to say I think it says something when even I haven't beaten BDSP yet, and not for lack of trying. But the game bored me to tears. I've reset my saves on that game more than any other I have in the hopes that "well, maybe the next file I'll be more attached to". I can eat my way through new Pokemon games when they first come out in a few days and never put them down, but whenever I'd put BDSP down I'd have to reset my file again when I picked it back up because I no longer cared about whatever I had going on.

I've been grappling with this for a long time, trying to figure out what it is about this remake that makes it the one Pokemon game someone as easy to please as me couldn't care enough to finish. I'll be fully honest when I say I'll happily take whatever table scraps Game Freak cares to toss me and I'm not proud of that fact lol. I love Gen 4, it's one of my favorite Gens, and I actually like the BDSP artstyle too, I think it's a fun way to keep the spirit of the original games, though it really would have been cool to see Sinnoh at full scale and free to explore in 3D.

But today after another attempted replay I think I figured it out. It's the dumb. Fucking. Experience Share.

Pokemon is a turn based RPG, battling is literally the main gameplay loop and I found that I kept putting the game down because I would get so incredibly bored by the battles. None of them felt necessary and all of them felt way too damn easy. Pokemon Scarlet/Violet had this problem too, I noticed, but what got me to finish those games was I'd never experienced the story before and I wanted to see it finished. But with BDSP I know the story, so why should I finish it if the battles are such a drag? In the original Gen 4 I'd make a point of battling every trainer on every route. I'm very meticulous about my leveling and my Pokemon all need to be within one level of each other, lol. So my incentive for fighting every trainer was to keep my team at a high enough level and also to keep my levels rounded out. But with that EXP share they're always rounded, or god forbid they have different growth rates and I have to keep putting Pokemon away to prevent overleveling which just bothers my OCD more than anything lmao.

It also makes me care so much less about my Pokemon. I cared about my team because I took time to individually raise and train each Pokemon, and if I don't care about my Pokemon then frankly I barely care about the game. In Scarlet/Violet where trainer battles have become entirely optional for the most part I barely did any of them! And in BDSP all I am is annoyed by the trainer battles. There's next to no new content to keep the game interesting and give me a reason to keep playing, and when the main gameplay loop isn't even fun anymore, why would I play at all?

I was worriedly thinking that maybe I'm just getting old and it's hampering my enjoyment of the games (Terrifying thought) but I have just as much fun with ROM hacks that I did with older games. Most notably, there's no broken EXP share. Can't we at least get the option to turn it off? I get trying to find a solution to make grinding less of a miserable drag, because grinding is always the worst part of playing Pokemon, but the broken exp share hasn't made grinding less tedious, it's just made battling as a whole feel hollow and boring.

I still want to beat you some day, BDSP, I really do. Nothing makes me feel sadder than being bored by a franchise I love and I know can do better.

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isilwhore · 1 year

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Ok lol this is random as fuck but that one post of yours about how the movies did Isildur dirty with how they framed him as a character and his taking the ring and all that crossed my dash the other day

And it reminded me of my eternity project I mess around with every now and then that's basically just an AU where Isildur survives the attack at Gladden Fields, and really it's just all downhill from there for everyone involved. And like 90% of my starting point with that was specifically playing around with and exploring how a character who starts out as fundamentally good is corrupted, bit by bit, until his former self would hardly recognize who he's become. Like, obviously he was going to become pretty fucked up and evil before the story was over, but at the same time it's not a story that could be told without approaching Isildur's character with sympathy

(In my plans, the central thing for how the Ring would have tempted him and ultimately corrupted him was playing on his care for his loved ones, and his fear of losing them. Promising him the power to protect them, protect them like he couldn't protect his father, or his brother, or any of the friends he might have lost in the Fall of Númenor, and so on and so forth. And ultimately playing with that fear of losing his loved ones (a fear that honestly probably everyone has felt, but imagine what it must be like for someone who's already lost as much as he has), evoking it and feeding it to the point where it becomes paranoia)

Anyway I'm never actually gonna write it bc I don't really tend to be able to write long fics like that, but now I'm in the mood to go look at the google docs where I stuffed all the ideas I had for the AU and mess with those again

Yes, YES I agree about the pull of grief and and guilt driving the temptation for the ring. Very interesting thoughts.

I do often think about if he survived, whether he would’ve tried to give up the ring like he intended. I always imagine he does, but realistically it would be difficult. And I hate to admit it! I want him to overcome all of it. But part of me would also like to explore what happens if it did fully take hold. I love tragic endings.

Even if you never write it out, it’s very thought provoking to revisit (though I’d love to read a fic like that!)

#isildur #I want to save him but I also want to hurt him idk #lotr

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mirrorofprinces · 1 year

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ao3 wrapped ask: 3, 5, 6, 12, 17, 18, 19, 20, 28, 29, 30!

answered 17, 28, 29 <3

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)? i thinkkkk i can't stop and look the other way. i knew for sure i wanted to play with infidelity kink (and my original idea was actually for the infidelity to be real lol) but i chickened out and just made it a roleplay, and even clearly tagged it as such, but i'm proud of how i pulled it off in a way that a bunch of people commented saying they forgot or didn't realize it was roleplay hehe. maybe i'll write actual infidelity one day! who knows

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected? god, that's gotta be give it to ya like you never had it. i truly didn't expect the response it's gotten because there was already a super popular pornstar AU fic, so i knew my second cake would just be a humble offering in comparison, but i think a lot of people really liked the way i wrote them here where i had fun exploring their personalities outside of mafia canon.

6. Favorite title you used? oh, i hate all my titles, i literally don't think of a title until 30 seconds before posting, and then i end up using whatever song i was listening to while writing...

12. How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year? jesus christ. you don't wanna know. it's in the double digits for sure lmao ><

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year? i don't know that it's been one character consistently in my posted fics, but i can admit that the "character" in my rpf WIPs that's been giving me hell is apo. he is so hard to write!

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year? i guess i can technically say mileapo since i haven't finished or posted any mileapo fics yet. but another kp ship i want to try is (unpopular opinion alert) vegasporsche. hear me out!! they might suck together in the series, but they have a different dynamic in the novel, and their relationship is more genuine (not FULLY genuine but like, more than in the show lol, like they become friends and vegas develops actual feelings for porsche and everything). but i just don't know if i'll ever actually write them because i would need the perfect idea or AU and it hasn't come to me yet.

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most? probably down like my head on your chest, because i THINK it's my fav la fortissimo fic. i'm just really happy with the scenes i chose to hornify, plus the hallway-semi-public-masturbation bit was a huge turning point for porsche where he was given full control of the situation for once and he still chose to submit. you don't really get this because it's in porsche pov, but from that point on in the series, you notice kinn ends up "playing with porsche's emotions" a lot more (ie. having him drive his twinks home, fucking a lot more escorts, shutting down conversations about their feelings) and that's actually kinn poorly coping with porsche's unwavering trust by trying to prove to himself that he doesn't feel anything for porsche, which we all know is a BIG FAT LIE. but anyways. no one reads into the story this deeply, i know you're all just here for the smut <3

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year? my biggest surprise is that i can write again LMAO. before kp brainrot, i went like a full 2 calendar years without writing anything because i was so uninspired, plus constantly comparing myself to the thousands of better writers in the huge fandom i was in at the time. kp also has incredible writers but it's a much smaller fandom and i feel a lot less self-conscious posting here. i remember in my old fandom, i literally couldn't even tweet about an idea i had that i wanted to write without getting a dozen replies from people saying "there's already a fic like that", which is like, ok, i know none of my ideas were especially original, but getting that response constantly made me feel like my writing just wasn't welcome. oh well. with kp being a new and small fandom, nothing feels "overdone" yet, so i'm having a lot of fun in this playground!

#answered #my writing

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tm1o-a · 1 year

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☀ What's your rp pet peeve? ❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

give me the tea honey

☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

okay, i will admit that i'm not even that sure this is a pet peeve? i'm not. entirely sure i have a pet peeve to begin with sjfjgk, i'm usually very understanding and hold judging regardless ( i mean, i'm the first one who makes mistakes many times, so i really don't feel like putting myself on a pedestal and getting mad at others easily ), but. but. it might come from my problems with the topic, but i get very... i guess nervous? if another roleplayer does an assumption about the sexual tastes of my muse(s), especially if in character. it's not common, it happened to me like twice in my life, maybe, but i really don't like to read a turn where the other muse acts or says something suggestive assuming my characters will like it, or does a commentary in the same way, especially if it's followed by comments like "like everybody does", "like everybody likes"... things like those. once again, it might be because of my problems with the topic, or the fact that i'm asexual and it... kind of feels like i'm being a bit erased, when i read sentences like "this is how everybody does this / likes this". i'm also fully aware that i might just take it worse than i should, but i'm still exploring and nervous about my asexuality, so these kind of things hit me in the wrong spots, probably. :') also let me add that it's just about the suggestive topic, because i usually have no problems at all with characters making assumption! we all do, in a way or another, and it's fun when a character thinks something about another that might be wrong! especially if it brings to one of my favourite tropes, the sweet sweet ✨ underestimating ✨ ( right, handsome jack? <3 ), it's just nice! but when it's about suggestive i just get a bit eeehh,, i guess it's something that makes me uncomfortable more than anything?

❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

OKKE OKKE take the popcorns, because i'm not... sure it qualifies as me losing my chill, but it's one of those times i didn't just asked sorry and didn't take the blame ( and others said i was right so! power to me! <3 ). it's not a new story, so you might have heard it before, but regardless! i was playing in a play-by-chat and was enjoying my time there so much, with an oc that was a bijoux, one of the races the site gave - basically, a human who could turn into a cat, and i adored the race mostly because all us bijoux were not an organization, but a family, and it felt so so good. </3 it was amazing, i miss those days. but! in this site there were also vampires ( which, fun fact about me for anyone who doesn't know, i hate vampires. unless you give me a good interpretation like in dresden files, or make them 100% monsters like in bloodborne, i see a vampire and go EUGH ), which of course were the most popular race, and between them there was this one character that i ended up playing with. it wasn't bad, i might not like vampire but i'm not avoiding them, i always enjoy a good thread regardless of vampires, but at some point the vampire uses an ability on my character that allows him to control the direction of my character's thoughts for 24 hours. mind you, the direction of their thoughts. not their thoughts, even less their actions, just the general direction they can go. basically, if the vampire wanted my character to feel antipathy for someone else, he could, but he couldn't order him to straight up hate or kill the other. being a play-by-chat, the 24 hours were actual 24 hours and the thread is "in real time", meaning you would stay on chat and play in rapid turns until the end. if i have a play-by-chat thread now, it actually happens today at this hour, basically. but at some point the player tells me that they can't continue the thread because they have a commitment, to which i reply no problem! it was also usual to pause a thread and finish it as soon as possible in the next days in case it was needed, so we decide to play the next day, but i tell him i was booked for another thread as well for the next day. he says no problem, alright, bye! the next day, well. i was playing with my bijoux family, because i was booked up for it with them, as i said, and it was for the afternoon while the guy was free only in the evening. we're playing and having a good time, when the vampire's player suddenly comes in my dms and starts accusing me, yeah, accusing me! of ignoring our thread and deciding by myself, because he had plans for the ability and now i was ruining everything with this new thread!! how dared i!! his master plan was gone now!!! that was a time when i would beg sorry and hide at the first misunderstanding due to bad experiences, but this was... probably it was so sudden? that i just replied him that no, that's not true. you said you were okay with me having another thread before the end of ours, and in the current thread i was being very careful of not touching any point we were discussing in the paused one, to not ruin any idea that he was having. once again, he couldn't control my character, just the direction of his thoughts, and he was very specific about what he was asking him ( which i can't remember at the moment, but it had nothing to do with his family! ). moral of the story, he literally said "you're wrong, i'm right, good-fucking-bye i'm not roleplaying with you ever again", and when i talked about this with the player that was the ooc head of the bijoux she laughed and said "no yeah, he does it all the time, you did good. he's isolating himself in the community because of the way he acts.", and i felt validated sjfkfglh like, seriously, we were there to have fun. i wasn't going to be left feeling guilty because another person thought he was the king of the world.

𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚. / @infernalpursuit

#thank you for the ask!! ♪(´▽｀)#this went on for loooong didn't it sfjkh #long post //#❛❛ ¦ out of character. —— ( 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠. )

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chaithetics · 9 months

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i saw sharp stick and it was… awakening 😳😳😳 the plot was kinda not good (it felt like it was trying to be absurdist but not fully committed if you know what i mean, but the performances……..)

and honestly i totally get what you feel, i’m still not over succession that’s kinda why i veered toward a rewatch then exploring something new (it felt safer 😂😂😂)

and the BEAR …. honestly jamie lee curtis was phenomenal, it really triggered my flight of fight instinct, it was eerily accurate and painfully familiar. and yeah Clare is just … a character… that’s the best non mean thing i can say 😅😅😅😅😅.

THE FAMILY CHRISTMAS episode left me unwell , it was so heart wrenching knowing what lied ahead for all the characters (especially Mikey). the fact that it was five years too really just drives home just how much and how long of suffering there was.

I too am a sucker for pain that’s why i’m on the hunt in the Mikey fanfic tags because i need moar!

I AM A NATALIE STAN UNTIL THE DAY I DIE season 2 just made me love Pete more, Natalie really is doing her best to break the cycle.

i’ve heard so many good things about Sharp Objects (i think that’s the one with amy adams, who i love, i think she’s criminally underrated, one of the most versatile actresses ever)

i’m wrapping up Punisher season 1 and wow, i forgot how much of hardcore Kastle stan (frank x karen) i was, their chemistry is actually so crazy and they’ve never even kissed, it’s like ‘in a another life’ type of thing. it was so apparent in season 2 of daredevil but i forgot how much it’s expanded upon in season 1 of punisher and honestly how could i forget. (i’m digging in my ao3 bookmarks for the proof lolllll) i also really love the romance between Elektra and Matt (matt really did Karen dirty it’s okay tho she has frank) it’s also very starcrossed… i also think i’m so romance focused because succession and the bear really gave crumbs and said bon appetite 🤪🤪🤪🤪

anyways i do really love the action sequences, and dialogue it’s very comforting and familiar which is what i need lol

now i’m off too browse Kastle tiktok edits hahahaha

I know what you mean! I think the performances of like the two leads were good but the plot wasn't great. It wasn't the worst film I'd ever seen but it certainly wasn't the best. I also just couldn't get over how kind of unbelievable it felt that the MC (I don't remember her name) was such an innocent Mary Sue I guess? And she had come from a very sex positive and open household but didn't even know what a blow job was etc. I felt like Lena Dunham thought she was saying a lot more than what she really was? Also those last shots with the single pair of hands, it reminded me a little of that scene with Theo from Hill House on Netflix with the hands but that was done so much better and had more meaning. Felt like she just wanted to make an artsy sex comedy but couldn't really commit to it. I don't know what to think about the film honestly.

That makes sense! Rewatches are safe haha!

"Clare is just...a character..." DEAD. But you're not wrong that's it sadly. Yes it was truly painful! You're right, suffering is such a long journey and can be such a buildup it's not an overnight thing. SAME I WILL DEFEND NATALIE FOR LIFE! Yes, Pete is so sweet! I recognised the actor from a show called Love and he seems to do a good job of playing sweet goofy men that are simps. We love a simp here, as a woman I am a simp for women. We should all be simps for women! Yes, Natalie is really doing the best to break the cycle! She's doing that for her family she's starting but also with Carmy as well, she's so supportive with him and we see throughout that she really cared about Mikey and tried her best.

Yes, Sharp Objects is with Amy Adams! Same! I love her so much, she is so underrated and precious! I will admit I've made NO progress on Sharp Objects since my reply mentioning it lol...

I LOVE KAREN SO MUCH! I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY SHE GETS SO MUCH HATE FROM THE FANDOM! AND I THINK DEBORAH ANN WOLL DID AN AMAZING JOB PORTRAYING HER! Sorry I just needed to say that! I'm glad that at least most of the fanfic I've read on here writers are kinder to her. They do have great chemistry! I do think she's a great actress and everything I've seen her in she's so talented at having convincing chemistry even if it's subtle. Elektra and Matt makes me sad and anxious. Star-crossed lovers are tragic. Yeah, Succession and The Bear aren't super big in the romance department haha. Makes sense! Comfort is what we need after S4 of Succession and S2 of The Bear. Good luck finding for the Kastle edits!!!!

Thanks for sensing this in Bear Nonnie! Appreciate you! 💗🐻

#succession #the bear #chaitheticsasks #lanasthoughts

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starshiningsirius · 3 years

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Like old times (Yandere Azul x reader)

@bryzie27 - i like what you did with overblot leona. could you do something similar with overblot azul?

Not sure what you mean like the chase scene? The dynamics of Octanivelle's structure still aren't quite clear to me if they can go out in the water but I'll try!

I FORGOT THE GIF IS FROM @flowerofthemoonworld !

Let's give the octopus some love!

"Hey, your Azul right?"

He lifted his head to look at who had spoken to him. It was a mermaid with a strange speckled tail that added to her beauty. She seemed to be more of the reserved type. Her hair had two streaks of the same color on either side of her face and the rest was all one color. Her eyes shimmered radiantly.

He could feel a rush of heat claim his entire face.

"Here." She handed him his books.

"W -why are you doing this?" The young octopus sniffled.

He wasn't expecting this, not with the way everyone else treated him. It didn't make any sense why you'd treat him kindly. A freakish eight legged merman who couldn't swim correctly.

"It's the right thing to do, Azul. I couldn't just swim away with you like this. It'd be immoral."

From that first encounter on forward they became friends. She helped him walk and swim a bit better considering he found it embarrassing. She didn't even have tentacles yet she instructed him so well.. Maybe he inked once or twice, a few times around her on accident, he swears! It didn't matter she was fine with it. She didn't mind one bit who he was.

Even when they went to the Atlantica Museum she stayed by his side and explored it with him. He was a bit slow considering his physique was on the chubby side so he wasn't fast. It still didn't matter, for some odd reason she stayed with him. In the picture commemorating the trip he held her hand since he was a bit self conscious about his picture being taken.

Y/n couldn't help but find it adorable. Everything about Azul wasn't at all strange to her it only made her more curious to get to know him. He would always apologize for any small thing he did wrong. She would always say, "It's fine." as if he did nothing. Her smile always seemed to brighten Azul's darkest days.

She'd visit him in his family restaurant in which his mother and father always welcomed his first friend. They were overjoyed. She saw him gorging himself on the plate of food in front of him compared to her smaller portion. She couldn't help but to stare, it made her understand why he was on the chubby side. Then he looked at her sauce around his mouth and she couldn't help but smile at him with laughter filling the area. He was embarrassed blushing a shade of red and he felt a bit ashamed.

"Azulie, you're absolutely adorable!" She said through her laughter.

It was one of his most fondest memories he ever had with her, but all good things had to come to an end.

Eventually she had to depart from the northern seas to the far southern ones. She had to leave Azul behind. She had given him a hug it was full of so much warmth of which he had never felt before and it made his heart race twice as fast. Both parents of the children found it endearing their children had found a friend.

. . .

And that was that. Time passed and he eventually became Azul Ashengrotto the dorm leader of Octanivelle who could grant any wish just as the sea witch. He could never ever forget the one person he was so fond of though. It never left him every time he wrote down a contract he could remember a time where he truly did care for someone.

The new year at Night Raven was his second year while a new group of first years came entering the school. He had ordered Jade to get information on each of them and when he went through the long list of students that had been sorted into Octanivelle while in his office. He immediately crossed one oh so familiar.

Y/n L/n.

He couldn't believe his eyes. He put the sheet of paper down and opened one of his drawers in the desk that showed him and her back then. He never altered this photo as he did countless others. She accepted him for who he was and that was well enough a reason for him to admire her.

He automatically called upon Jade as Floyd would have probably scared the poor girl. He told him to fetch her immediately.

When he finally did see her for the first time in years he was astounded at how you changed so little but so much at the same time. You had grown taller and your eyes still sparkled just as they always did. You had the same two streaks on either side of your hair which had grown a few inches he might add.

Jade had left to do other tasks he was assigned but Azul couldn't care less seeing as he had his childhood friend and sweetheart in front of him.

"Azulie, that really is you huh?" Your voice had matured but was more timid just like the very first time they met. Of course it was so long ago that they're more like strangers now. That nickname though, it's been a long time since he's heard it.

"Yes, I've changed quite a bit." He was a little nervous though he'd never admit it his voice slightly betrayed him and his face had a little red tint. He tried pushing up his glasses to shield it from her eyes but it was a futile attempt. He heard her chuckle that made his heart race like never before.

"You haven't changed fully as your still the most adorable by far." She said.

That made his face blossom as red as a rose in the rose maze of Heartsbyul. Heat was exerting itself from his still body that he sat in the chair from.

From that moment on he would keep a watchful eye on her. He would always try his best when she was around and get any info on anything going on pertaining to her.

She had met Floyd and Jade before who Azul wasn't too fond of at first, but she reccomended he became friends with them back then since it wasn't everyday someone didn't come up to tease him and noticed his accomplishments. Of course it was only because of Azul that they met again at Night Raven. The first time she met Jade was when he first brought her to see Azul in his office. He looked familiar to her and she mentioned it to him, and they both shared their fondest memories on the way. She met Floyd a little later on in the Mostro Lounge as he had taken her order and he noticed she had come in a lot just to see Azul. Jade had to explain the situation that she wasn't required to pay for any food she ate there because of an order Azul had given out.

Azul would spend some time out of the day to just hang out with you if he wasn't always busy with the lounge. It was always a joy to be with you, it reminded him of when you were both younger. He thought back to those days every night and day that you had still never left his mind. The thought of you leaving again made him lose his sense of reason and fall deeper in his sweet obsession.

He had started to act different you noticed. He had become a bit more invasive of your personal space in which you remember that only happened when he was nervous at least you thought he grew out of it.

Jade and Floyd began to direct you to the Lounge like your life was there and no where else. It'd only be a matter of time before Azul was informed by Jade of his sweetheart's newest infatuation.

Vil happened to catch your attention. It led Azul to be green with envy. He knew the dorm leader of Pomeifore had complimented her one day and it was enough to send her falling head over heels. He had so many followers it made no sense why he had to take something else Azul had wanted for the longest time. With Vil's beauty he only began to question his own.

He had to come up with a solution just as he had done for those bullies. He just couldn't lose Y/n again. Not if he had any say in it.

After hours of pondering in his office sinking his nails into his desk the answer happened to be right behind him. The vault that was situated behind his desk held the many contracts he had collected.

Maybe if he could impress her she wouldn't see him as that stupid, clumsy octopus he once was. All these different magic spells that he obtained from those fools from the exams on land in Night Raven and those idiots who swam under the sea.

That's when his plan fell apart. Y/n avoided him all of a sudden. Mainly having spent time with those troublesome first years he sent to the museum to collect one of the last remnants of his past.

He didn't have time to keep thinking about Y/n at the moment which irritated him quite a bit. One thing led to another and now he was out here trying to negotiate with the arrogant and prideful dorm head of Savanclaw. As soon as he destroyed them all hope was lost.

He was taunting him, but his next few words really took him over the top in terms of a sadistic being.

"You know, one of your little sea friends really wanted to believe you were nice. We just had to show her the real Azul Ashengrotto." Leona had smirked turning his head to the side, beyond the corner of the tunnel his darling angelfish had appeared. Disbelief in her eyes, she couldn't even meet his eyes.

That's when everyone else had arrived, but the deed was already done. He had lost everything and his angelfish had seen him as a weak being, the same stupid clumsy octopus he hated being.

They took her from his side. He had her in his grasp and they stole her. He had lost it.

His newborn and unimaginable power were apparent now. He just had to get it all back. Not even Floyd or Jade wanted to help him either.

He reminded himself of you holding your pen ready to fire another offensive attack. His anger swelled inside him where he could tap into more power.

"GIVE HER BACK TO ME! GIVE ME BACK WHAT YOU TOOK! "

A large swarm of harsh black wind had overwhelmed the group. She still managed to stand but when the dust cleared she saw all of them had collapsed unconscious. Even the prefect who was thrown back the farthest had their head hit the tunnel, it didn't look like she was breathing from here though.

She took a look back at Azul and suddenly she felt her feet carrying her away from the scene, having Azul call out to her from behind.

* * *

It's been a while since she had to swim that fast. Her tail fin was starting to hurt from the constant movement. She wanted to take a break, a never ending nightmare she pleaded in her head to be over.

That was until she heard him calling for her.

"Oh Angelfish! You really have nothing to fear! Come out I promise I won't hurt you!" He said in a sing songy voice.

She was hiding behind a large boulder on the sea floor near a small coral reef.

"Am I not enough anymore?! I'LL DO ANYTHING TO PROVE IT! I'M NOT THE SAME AS BEFORE, YOU DON'T HAVE TO LOOK AFTER ME! " The tone of voice he had scared her even more so now that she was alone.

"I'm not, ... I'm not that stupid clumsy little octopus anymore." He sounded as if he were about to cry, it pulled at her heartstrings a bit and she thought she could convince him to calm down in this state.

"Azulie I never-"

"There you are! " He said with glee and delight in his tone, that never would have made you think he was sad in the first place.

He successfully guilt tripped her into coming out of hiding. Using his tentacles he pulled her by the tail toward him careful to avoid giving her any injuries. He grasped her in his arms feeling himself relax a bit, at the fact he had her in his grasp once again. She felt warm just as she did all those years ago for him.

He clasped her hands together with his. A deranged smile on his face as he stared into the soul of his adorable little angelfish who shivered under such an intense gaze radiating his madness.

"We'll be together again! Just like old times! Except this time I'm all powerful and no one will be able to steal what's mine!"

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#twisted wonderland #yandere azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech #floyd leech

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hi! i hope you’re having a wonderful day/night. im coming for a bit of advice, but first id like to thank you for creating this blog! faith can be such a difficult thing to struggle with, especially as a queer youth like myself. it can feel so isolating at times, so it’s really nice to be able to get advice from someone who understands what that feels like and will give you honest assistance. anyways now on to my actual bit. i’ve been sort of struggling with my own faith for a few months now, it’s always at the back of my head. i’ve always found religion and christianity really fascinating regardless of whether i believed in it or not. i was raised Lutheran when i was a little kid, but when we moved away from my grandparents i found out that not believing in that was an option and i haven’t really honestly believed since. but these past few months i’ve found myself habitually praying (specifically to the archangels) almost as a knee jerk response to when i go through something hard and need some help. i never confess anything, as even if i did believe i don’t think i would do that, but it’s often times just explaining the problem and asking for help. it often makes me feel better. since then i’ve just not been sure what i believed in. i don’t think i’ll ever fully conform to a christian Capital G God, but maybe religion isn’t as scary and othering as i thought and i might try it out. i know this was mostly just a vent, but i’d love to hear your thoughts/advice for me if you have any. it felt nice to get this off my chest regardless. thank you so much <3

It's been a while since you sent this but hello, beloved! I'm doing well today! Vents are good! You are so welcome for this blog—I created it when I really wasn't sure about anything except I couldn't change myself, and I felt a calling to a God I wasn't sure existed. I've grown so much and I'm in a much better place (although that place is still often scary and always full of questions).

Prayer is such a human response, and a beautiful one—that impulse to ask the universe for help, to admit we're not in control, and that we feel alone sometimes but we know or we hope somewhere deep down that we're not. I totally understand prayer without faith, and we can find prayer-like practices in many secular places, like meditation and art. Talking through a problem helps most everyone, even if we're 100% sure no one is listening! Even in my moments of extreme doubt, I always pray—whether I'm angry at God or sure They're imagined or hateful.

Also, it's completely normal to fall back to the faith we grew up with even if we're not sure it fits us anymore. The values and practices we were given as a kid come with us, for better or for worse. Sometimes we just want to go back to when it may have been simple to recite a prayer before bed, and not question the whole universe as we're doing so. This doesn't make us weak or brainwashed—it makes us human (nostalgic, perhaps, or hurting, but human).

A verse I always come back to when I'm in those in-between moments of faith is Mark 9:24: "Lord I believe; help my unbelief!" We're allowed to be full of contradictions, and we're allowed to pray to a God we're not sure exists. The scene is of a father pleading for his ill child, and it doesn't matter what he's sure of—he will fall down on his knees and pray through tears. May it be so for us.

I wouldn't worry about conforming—we need more people to question and not conform and find new ways to have a relationship with God! Being comfortable, inspired, loving > conforming.

It's lovely that you're thinking of exploring religion! I would really encourage you to learn about a variety of faiths and visit local worship spaces—especially faiths/communities that you don't know anything about or would never have considered! You never know where you'll find God. Some religion is scary and othering, I won't lie—but the people who push through that and find or create spaces full of love and faith are the strongest people I know. It can be a lot of effort with a noticeable lack of promised reward, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

To be a happy queer Christian, you have to want it, and you have to fight for it. While I wish it was easier, it does mean we're here because we don't have a choice, because something/someone called us here, and because we followed love and not the rules. (Didn't mean for that to sound like a T-shirt slogan; please give me some royalties.)

God be with you on your journey, may the universe watch over you on the days when you can't name it as God, may archangels protect and guide you, and remember the world is your home, regardless of whether you ever find/want a faith community.

<3 Johanna

#asks

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nctzanne · 3 years

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Bisexual

[Smut, a tiny bit of fluff]

• Ten x Reader (fm)

requests closed ♡

-You are gay, aren’t you? I mean, by the way you look at Johnny, it’s pretty obvious- You speak nonchalant, fixing your eyes on the random yaoi movie you both are watching.

-I prefer calling myself bisexual- Ten answers with no amusement- I still don’t know how it’s to have sex with a girl-

-That’s why i thought you were gay- He laughs under his breath. You turn your sight to him, just to admire his delicate face traits. Indeed, Johnny was lucky.

Being friends with Ten was something... peculiar. He is a mystery, in every possible way. When you think you know him, suddenly he appears with a personality totally different from what he chose to show you. In those 5 years of knowing eachother, Ten always had something new to uncover about him, making you feel refreshed. There was no way you could be bored with him, everything felt new, funny, dangerous. He helped you to skip your first class, to get an A on maths, how to get drunk without puking, and how to freestyle dance. You just don’t imagine your life without him.

And now, that you both live together, everything got even better. Nights reading tarot cards, laughing at some Tik Toks, and even you both escaped to make a friendship tattoo: A little butterfly under your boob and under his chest.

Some people would say that you both look like a couple, but there is no way Ten have ever felt that way with you. Oh, but if you talk about your personal feelings...

-Uhm, __, do i have something in my face or..?- Ten whispers so suddenly you snap out of your thoughts. One side of his face is iluminated by the different colors of the sunset that it’s occuring outside your balcony window. He looks so pretty like this, how can he even be real?

-Yeah, some uglyness over there- You try to play it cool, throwing a pillow towards him, positioning it on his lap so you can rest a bit over your heavy thoughts.

He doesn’t seem to complain, and starts playing with your hair. It feels so nice to be around him, he is your comfy zone, your safe space.

-I really want to know- he mumbles.

You freeze.

-Know? What do you wanna know?- For some reason, you don’t want to look at him.

-How it’s to have sex with a woman- he sounds so damn secure about himself, like those words didn’t afect you at all. But he’s wrong, your heart speeds up a little bit, trying to figure out where this conversation was heading to. No, there is no possible way that...

-I’ve been thinking about this a long time ago, you know- his voice goes deeper this time- I know so much about sex with men, but so little with girls. I really want to try how I develop during the act- What the fuck is he talking about?

-Ten, what the f...- he grabs you by your back so you sit up and face him. You are only centimeters away from your nose to rub his.

-I want to know... ___, please let me find out- he almost sound like begging. You hold your breath trying to conect the last neurons that are functioning so you convince yourself that you are not dreaming. You can’t help but look at his lips,just waiting for his sign...

There is no movement at all, not his, not yours. The only thing you can hear is your own heartbeat buzzing on your ears, his warm hands on the sides of your cheeks, his eyes piercing your thoughts.

-Just kiss me already- Your voice trembles, almost like if you are unsure. Actually, you are, there is no way this could end in a good way.

But all of that fades away when he connects his lips with yours. For a few seconds, it’s only that, just your lips touching. But it’s enough to make your mind go fuzzy, fireworks erupting on your lower belly, feeling like this moment should’ve happened so many years ago. When you interwined your fingers while walking on the park, or when he comforted you when you broke up with Kun. But no matter how awkward this moment was, it is everything you needed.

You don’t know how longer it takes for you to experimentally open your mouth a little bit, just to lick his lower lip, tasting the waters. He moves away quickly, leaving your mouth hanging open. You think you messed something up, but before you can apologize about taking things too fast he grabs you violently by the nape of your head, so he can start to kiss you messily.

Everything is tongue, saliva and teeth. There is no control, at all. His tongue works majestically inside your wet cavity, exploring every inch of it, like he was marking your mouth as his. You let him lead everything, you just melt under his ministrations, trying to fight his tongue only to earn a deep growl from his throat.

He grabs your hips giving you a sign to sit on his lap and you do, gasping as soon as you feel his hard clothed member against you. He janks your hair just to have your neck fully display to him, so he can start marking you up. It first starts as tongue kisses, but slowly he sucks mercyless every inch of your neck and collarbones.

-Ten, i have dance classes tomorrow- you try to stay as rational as posible, running your fingers through his dark black locks- Dont mark me up-

He looks up to you, mouth full of saliva, eyes glistening -You are acting as if you aren't mine-

It felt like somebody totally different from Ten was talking to you now. When you said that he always had something new about himself to show, you weren't kidding. His voice was always sweet as a candy cane, but now you can swear he can cut a rock with a whisper. You shiver, not knowing what its going to happen at all.

-My dear pup- what... is that... a nickname? A pool starts to grow on your panties, and you are afraid you will wet his jeans as well- Do you think i don't know how i make you feel only by looking at you? By touching you?- he lays back on the sofa where you both at, just so he can admire your fucked up state, he is loving how wrecked you are by him- Why do you think i dont fuck any other girls, huh? Because I know how to drive you insane, i know how you masturbate with your filthy vibrator everynight you see me without a t-shirt, wishing that pleasure was given by me- your mouth opens in surprise, and you suddenly want to be swallowed by the couch and just disappear. It seems that he notices- The only girl i want to pleasure my whole life is you, because you are the only one who can make me feel this- he grabs your wrist so your hand touches his dick over his pants.

You are absolutely clueless of everything. So many things happening so fast. He heard you masturbating? He masturbates himself thinking about you? Is it now even the time to wonder about those things?

Almost on queue, he kisses your lips softly, caressing your hair -Let me make you feel good, pup. I want to try everything with you, only you-

A loud moan breaks the ice between you two. You look at eachother trying to figure out where the sound is coming, until you both face the TV. Right, the Yaoi movie. The scene is so fucking explicit you couldn't help by sigh, and that doesn't slip out of Ten.

-You like watching that, don't you?- he turns you around, so now that your back is pressed against his chest. He opens up your legs and in a blink of an eye has his hands roaming the waistband of your pajama pants. -You are so filthy, what if that was me and Johnny? Would you rather watch that?- you moan not only because of the scene you just imagine, but also that his fingers start to ghost against your wet folds- Or do you prefer me fucking you, making a mess out of you?- he teases you, rubbing gently but never putting enough pressure, he only rubs your pussy lips.

You open up your legs in desesperate attempt to make him touch you more, but he just takes his time. You are not watching the movie at all, your mind wandering about all the things you can try with him.

Finally, his index finger rubs your clit slowly in a up and down motion. You hate the fact that you are too vocal when it comes to sex, but it seems that for him it tastes like glory. Using two fingers now, he decides to rub your now hard and too sensitive nub in different ways, but when he starts to do it in circles is when you close your eyes and moan his name loudly.

-Okay, that's how you like it then- and you dont notice when he starts to pick up his pace. You are so close, so damn close due to all the dirty talking, but you don't want it to end.

-Ten please, i don't want to cum yet- you rest the back of your head on his shoulder, eyes rolling back. You can hear the sounds that come down from your wetness, and it seems that he tries in all best ways possible to make those sounds louder and louder.

-Who says you have permission to cum anyways, pup?- he whispers in your ear. His eyes are fixed in how his fingers are working on you, at the same time he is listening carefully how his name slips out of your tongue everytime he slows down.

-Ten ‘m so close, please- You don’t know what are you begging for. Your legs tremble trying to hold your orgasm but you feel like you are going to explode.

-I love when you call me by my nickname, but sometimes i think you forget about my real name- He stops his actions, making you groan in disapproval, but he hush you while introducing his fingers on your mouth. You don’t want to admit it, but you truly love your own taste.

You suck clean his fingers, swirling your tongue around them, while trying to look at him in the eyes, though it was kinda difficult due to the position he is. He bites his lips, humming in agreement, he likes what you are doing.

-I want to hear how you scream my name while i make you cum- He starts to rub your clit again, but 10x faster. He looks like an expert rubbing you, it feels so damn good, it’s impossible that he is a “girl virgin”.- Say it-

-Chittaphon...- You feel so embarrased, and don’t know why, but you choose to let go and get consumed by pleasure. You feel it, that tight knot begging for release, your hands holding on dear life by his arm muscles, hearing his grunts on your left ear, even the year of his piercings on your cheek makes you burn and get closer and closer.

-Chittaphon im cumming- you warn him with voice cracked, you can’t hold it any longer.

-That’s it pup, let go, cum for me- He whispers and licks your earlobe. And that’s all that takes for you to disappear from earth, being sucked in by the orgasm that is washing you. You chant his name over and over again, your inner walls clenching around nothing, the climax seems to last for hours. You feel your clit throbbing, thighs full of your own liquids, and you black out.

-____, baby, it’s okay- He hears that you are whimpering, destroyed by pleasure.- Don’t move, let me clean you up-

In a matter of minutes, you start to get conscious, eyelashes batting fast trying to recognize where you are. The aroma of Ten invades you and suddenly you feel calm, you are in his bed, covered, with a white t-shirt and nothing else below that. He is laying besides you, hugging you by your waist, caressing your skin with his thumb.

-Hey, you woke up. I was worried, i thought i knocked you out or something- He smiles, clearly proud of the mess he just made. You slap his shoulder, letting a little laugh slip out of your mouth.

-Sorry-

-About what?-

-I just passed out... i didn’t even suck you off- You legit feel embarassed.

-Ah, ____, i wanted it this way. It was perfect, trust me- He pecks your lips, worried that maybe you won’t believe him- This is what i asked for-

You feel your heart full. Of blood maybe, but it’s a metaphor to explain how complete this man makes you.

-So, are you bisexual or not- You try to change the subject, laying on your side so you can face him. You still don’t get used to the idea that probably, probably you both like eachother. He laughs outloud, with his perfect teeth on display, and then he bites his lip.

-Im ___sexual, for sure-

You don’t know what it’s going to happen before this. But that’s Ten’s essence, he is a complete mystery. And that’s why you are madly in love with him.

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ssamie · 3 years

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six. “friends die together”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide

masterlist. suicide freak!

kenma slowly opened his eyes. the dim rays of the sun were slowly peeking through his bedroom window as he stretched and rolled around his bed, wrapping himself up in a blanket burrito as he felt his eyes slowly fluttering close once again.

it had been atleast a week since he's actually gotten sleep, and now he's just trying to relish in the feeling of rest before he completely disregards it again.

all of a sudden, his phone rang.

"what the.." he mumbled with a groan

it was currently five in the morning, and he knew kuroo was smart enough not to call him. especially since kenma would usually just be gaming or would just straight up ignore him.

"hello?" he muttered to the phone, not bothering to check the ID

"good morning!" y/n's chirpy la-di-da voice resonated from the phone

immediately, kenma groaned and rolled his eyes. he had to fight the urge of hanging up the phone then and there.

"what do you want? and why are you calling me so early in the morning?" kenma asked

"now, now! don't be so stingy kenma-kun!" she laughed "i just wanted to check up on ya, that's all" she said, followed by soft humming of a melody

kenma blinked as he groggily listened to her words. "oh. okay.."

"thanks for that, i guess.." he said

"aww! your voice is all deep and gravelly in the morning! very hot." she chirped

kenma sighed. he could practically sense the stupid flirty smile appearing on her face. "and you sound oh so happy. as always." kenma chirped back sarcastically

a small smile grazed his lips as she started laughing on the other line.

"oh, kenma! you're so funny!" she chuckled "when have i ever been happy?"

"wait what-"

"anyways, kenma-kun.." she trailed off, her cheerful tone now dropped as an eerily serious and guarded one replaced it.

"y-yes?" kenma gulped

"im afraid im in a tight spot as we speak. its quite critical. please come to the location i will send you." she spoke in a monotonous tone

"huh? wait!" kenma exclaimed. he sat up on his bed, subconsciously reaching for his nekoma jacket which was messily laid out on the foot of his bed. "what are you talking about?" he asked, his hands were shaking, as well as his voice.

"its a crisis! only you can help!" she said

"okay. i-i'll be there.."

humming under her breath, y/n patiently waited for kenma to arrive. she didn't have so much faith at first, but once she heard the soft thumping of feet on the ground, she grinned.

"w-what happened?" kenma asked through ragged breaths as he skidded to a halt infront of her "a-and what are you wearing?" kenma asked

he took notice of her rather formal attire, laying underneath the sand colored coat she had. his brows then shot up as he calmed his ragged breathing.

"is this because of your weird detective work thing? did you get trapped?" kenma asked worriedly. when she didn't answer, he simply panicked even more. "why did you call me?! you should've called those other detective people!" kenma exclaimed

"i got in myself" she admitted with a small innocent smile

"what?" kenma deadpanned, now starting to regret running atleast eight blocks just to help her

"well, you see.. i heard there's a way to commit suicide by getting stuck in an oil drum. so i decided to give it a shot" she said with the same innocent smile. she then chuckled sheepishly as she started sinking deeper into the oil drum.

"but now that i've wedged myself in this deep, i can't get out on my own" she said

kenma simply stared her down, looking unamused, tired and annoyed. "i see." he says

"i think i might die" she pouted as she sank deeper into the drum.

kenma grunted and sat on the ground, sitting a few feet from the drum she was stuck in. he was kind of impressed on how her whole body hadn't snapped in two yet.

"well, isn't that what you wanted?" kenma said with a huff of annoyance

"i like suicide" she said with a scoff, sounding somewhat offended "but i don't like suffering and pain! why would i?"

"i see" kenma said with a sigh. he sat up from the ground and narrowed his eyes, trying to look for a way to free her from the oil drum

"also, i learned this only after i stuffed myself in here, but it wasn't even a suicide method!" she laughed

"but, it was actually a torture method from the-"

before she could even finish her sentence, she was cut off as kenma pushed the oil drum over, sending her and the drum rolling off. he let out a huge breath of air as he cradled his aching hands.

"ni-nice job, kenma-kun" she squeaked out as she wiggled free of the drum. "but now.. we have only an hour left before school starts" she said as she patted down her clothes and combed her fingers through her hair

"and i heard from nekomata-san that he has some news that you boys would surely love" she said as she stretched her aching muscles

"are we really gonna move past the fact that you wedged yourself in an oil drum!?" kenma exclaimed in aggravation

". . ." she looked at him with a dumb smile before sending him a wink and a thumbs up.

"yep! we sure are!"

"i hate you so much" kenma muttered

she smirked teasingly and loomed over his shoulder "hehehe~ well if you hate me so much, then why go through all the trouble to help me?" she cooed

kenma scoffed and flicked her away. "because we're.." he trailed off "nevermind.." a small blush covered his cheeks faintly, but it was enough to get her attention.

she chuckled lowly and poked his cheeks. she narrowed her eyes and tauntingly stared him down. "oya? what's this, kenma-kun? do you like me or something?~" she teased

kenma flinched and covered his cheeks with his hands "no! no i don't!" he quickly denied "i just thought that.." he muttered quietly

"since we're friends and all.. i thought it'd be right to help you.." kenma admitted bashfully

stunned from his words, she couldn't really do anything but stare at him blankly with widened eyes. "we're friends?" she asked

kenma spluttered at her response, suddenly feeling anxious and embarrassed, thinking that he overstepped their 'relationship'

"um- i mean.. i just thought that since we've been hanging out but.." kenma said nervously. he fiddled with his hands as he looked down at his feet, too embarrassed to look her in the eyes.

"sorry, i guess i overstepped. sorry for misreading things" he apologised

finally realising what she's done, she gasped in horror as she looked at his heartbroken expression "oh my gosh." she muttered "im so sorry!"

she frantically patted his back, and stroked his hair "i-i meant like- i didnt know you considered me as a friend!" she exclaimed "i kind of thought you just see me as a suicidal leech or something!" she shrieked

"im sorry kenma! kill me now!" she exclaimed dramatically

kenma finally looked up to see her tearing some of her bandages off, only for her to tie it tightly around her neck.

"im sorry!" she cried as she squeezed tightly, trying to strangle herself to death

"wait! don't do that!" kenma said in panic. his hands pried the bandages off and hastily threw them away.

"you don't have to kill yourself over me" kenma sighed

she sniffled and crushed him in her arms "kenma! you are most certainly my most treasured friend!" she cried

"i would die for you and with you!"

"let's not go too far" kenma said with a small smile

"shall we start with the double suicide now?" she asks, fully ignoring his interjection

"no <3"

"fukurodani?" she muttered, looking quite confused and clueless

"yes. it seems a three-day practice match has been scheduled" nekomata said with a smile "their coach suggested the idea and who was i to decline, am i right?" nekomata chuckled

"this will be a good opportunity for the team to train and explore new ways of playing for future tournaments." nekomata then looked at y/n and sent her a close eyed smile. "and a chance for you to test your managing skills, y/n-san" he said

she nodded in agreement.

"well then, now that that's settled.. you’re free to go! rest up and eat well! you'll be playing nonstop starting tomorrow" nekomata said as he ushered them out of the gym

"thanks, coach!" the team yelled

as the team arrives by the gate, they started to disperse. fukunaga, inouka, teshiro, and shibayama ended up declining the offer of an afterschool hangout. they claimed they needed the rest for upcoming games, so they left them be.

"bye guys! bye y/n-senpai! see you tomorrow!!" inouka yelled from across the street. the energetic first year was waving both his arms around while shibayama drags him along. fukunaga sends them a quick nod and a small wave before they completely disappear from sight.

"hm, so what do you guys wanna do?" kai asks with a smile

"let's eat!" lev suggested with a grin

"sure. where should we go? i don't really have a particular craving right now" kai said as he looked at his friends expectantly

"we should eat at the diner near that convenience store" yaku says "it's cheap and they serve great food"

simply humming to herself, y/n takes a quick look at the boys who seemed to be lost in their own conversations. her (e/c) colored eyes then landed on kenma, who seemed to busy with his game.

kuroo was holding on his bag, making sure the pudding-head wouldn't walk into oncoming traffic. she smiled at the boy, taking in his overwhelmingly beautiful features.

yamamoto was beside her, ranting about his friends from karasuno and their 'goddess of a manager'

"we’re here!" lev unnecessarily announced as he skipped into the said diner. "what should we eat?" he asks

"fish-" ; "meat-"

yaku and kuroo freeze and look at each other. their eyes silently roam one another as they look at the other with judgment.

"hah? are we really doing this again, yakkun?" kuroo scowled. the taller bedheaded male leaned down to get all up in yaku's face, while the latter simply did the same

"dont call me that stupid nickname, bedhead!" yaku scowled as well "and fish? pssh, what are you a grandpa?" yaku said with a snicker

"could you stop making comments proving you lack docosahexaenoic acid?" kuroo sneered in aggravation

"you're ought to eat more fish to fix that.. maybe even your height problem!" kuroo taunted

yaku scowled and gripped the taller boy's collar "your stupid face is begging to be hit!"

"no! kuroo-san, don't let him hit you!" lev yelled "he's feral!"

"oi! shut up!" taketora hissed as he covered lev's mouth with his hand

yaku turned to face lev, evidently irked and angered by his comment. "hah?! come here, you tall lampost! -"

"wah! yaku-san i didnt even do anything!" lev exclaimed with teary eyes as the shorter boy continued to kick him

kai and taketora then took initiative to calm their friends down. partially because they didn't want anyone injured. but mostly because they were fighting infront of the diner, and it was starting to get embarrassing.

"ke-n-ma~" she cooed in a sing song tone

kenma sighed and quickly glanced at her, before averting his attention back to his game "what?" he said

she smiled and laced their arms together. she then pointed to a bridge not so far away from where they were standing. "you see that bridge?" she asked "and the pretty river under it?"

"oh god. i see where this is going." kenma groaned. he turned off his game and followed her finger, eyeing the bridge she was talking about.

"wouldn't it be so nice if we just jump off-"

"how about we don't do that?" kenma cut her off with a sigh

"but you're my friend right?" she whined childishly "don't friends die together?!"

"how about we don't die at all. doesn't that sound better?" kenma tried to convince her with a sheepish smile

her smile fell as she narrowed his eyes, seemingly disgusted and offended by his statement.

"what? no, not at all."

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shepard-ram · 3 years

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Hello again this is Ender-anon with the next chapter of this story as we move on to Wilbur. p.s the poem will be at the bottom.

The most important day of your life so far.

Everything was chaos, as people rushed back and forth getting everything ready for you coronation the next day, dignitaries from other countrys ariving with gifts, the kichens had to order food from abroad inorder to fully cater the event. You however were nervous for a different reasion between going over the speechs with Enciodes and practicing the holy vows you would undertake tomorrow with the current Saintess Anya Silverash ( Enciodes and Ensia's sister), the Arctic Empires delegates had yet to arrive you knew thanks to Tommys latest letter ( and hadn't that been a surprise learning that you friend was the third prince, but you had assured him that it would change nothing between you he was still Tommy to you) his brother prince Wilbur second in line to the throne would be arriving with them since Tommy father had said that Tommy couldn't go. Which is why when the Arctic Empire arrived (with so many gifts Tommy really had gone overboard you though) without the prince saying that he had gone on ahead of the main group a wave of panic sweeped through those in attendance. The wilds were dangerous for outsiders at night the beasts of the land wouldn't attack your citizens ( ancient magic prevented them from doing so a spell cast by an allie of your venerated ancestor) but a lone prince was a different deal. Jumping into action you asked the nobility in attendance the Silverash,Rostova,Schwire and Nearl to search their grounds as they were the few nobles with manors outside to capital and on the way to get your winter coat discretely ordered a hidden member of the Armourless Union to imform the three Obsidians that finding the prince was their new hightest priority and to sent everyone Platinum, the two Lapis Lazuil and to track what woodlands hadn't been searched yet. Rushing out of the capital, lanturn in hand rushed into the nearby woods, woods that you had explored as far back as you could remember, woods you knew like the back of your hand as such when you heard the wolves howling in the distance you knew the quickest route to take after all those seconds could be the difference between finding the prince or finding a corpse.

Leaping over a ridge you found yourself between a terrified Wilbur and a pack of 5 wolves both pausing with your entrance. Wilbur snaped out it first yelling " Kid get out of here, I can distract the wolves RUN" you instead turn towards the wolves and told them to leave as they do you grab the stuperfied princes hand and lead him back towards the capital where you hand him off to his countrys dignitaries while you returned to the palace to get some sleep ready for your coronation tommorow. You looked at your reflection now dressed in your ceremonial outfit based on you ancestors outfit minus the black helmet of course looking over at your soon to be ex-regent Enciodes who looked at you with pride in his eyes, after gathering your nerves you follow him knights flanking you to the second biggest building in the capital after the palace, the temple to the Karlan Goddess. Kneeling before Anya at the goddesses alter you swore to protect your people, your nation and to uphold you nations values rising after Anya placed neatherite crown upon your head. Turning to look at those in attendance you saw Enciodes with tears in his eyes, Buldrokkas'tee with his daughter Yelena holding her up so she could see and curiously prince Wilbur looking at you with a weird look in his eyes that was a strange combination of pity and longing all while clutching a piece of paper close to his chest. During the after coronation celebrations you did manage to start a conversation with him by talking about Tommy of all thinks but he was what you two had in common you both cared about him a great deal before you left you handed him a letter to give to Tommy once he got back to the empire, he staired at it for a moment before handing over the piece of paper you saw him holding earlier you looked at it to see a poem on it "Its my gift to you, as thanks for saving me" he proclaimed after reading it you saw the themes of close bonds and friendship ( at least thats how it looked to you) and as such you thanked him for such a thoughtful poem giving him a hug " I must admit I can most certainly see why my baby brother is so attached to you" and with that he turned and left with the other delegates back to the Arctic Empire.

The most important encounter of his life

Wilbur was pretty sure even before meeting this ruler that he would hate them even though he hadn't met them yet. Why you may ask? First they charm his precious baby brother into letting them call him Tommy something that he only allowed family to do but he wouldn't stop carrying that doll dressed in black claiming that it was a gift from you, then whenever post would arive he would all but tear the poor messenger apart just on the chance you sent him a letter he remembered after he sent the letter informing you of his status he was sure that that would end this farce and he would have his adorable little brothers attention again but nooo you sent a letter telling him that it didn't matter Tommy was still your friend and that reguardless of his title he you wouldn't treat him any differently and to your credit you didn't. But thats nothing compared to what he's currently going through no since Tommy is to young he has to be the representative of the royal family to your coronation (despite Tommy throwing the biggest tantrum he had ever seen), so now he's walking along a poorly constructed road with a the other delegates with the mountain of gifts that his brother has bought you using every coin he had. Tired and just completely done with this day he told the others that he would be walking on ahead and they would meet back up at the palace, that was the plan at least he thinks to himself as he runs before he had strayed from the dirt path and stumbled upon a wolf pack that was now chasing him so his day has gotten even worse great. As he hits a dead end he turns to face the wolves looking around for a way to clime up the ridge above him as the wolves closed in, only for a kid in a winter coat holding a lanturn to jump down inbetween him and the wolves startling them both thankfully he snaped out of it first and yelled at you to run he wasn't about let a kid only a few years older than his baby brother get torn apart by these wolves but instead of fleeing you gave him a reassuring smile before turning to the wolves " He is no enemy of our nation, leave now" you commaned and to his surprise they obeyed his mind going blank trying to process what he just witnessed as you lead him out of the woods. It wasn't till he was in his room in the newly built embassy that he realised he never learned his saviors name after interrorgating the delegates he learns to his suprise that his savior was the person that took his place in his brothers heart.

Maybe he misjudged you he thinks as he spends the time before your cononation collecting information about you pretending that he was merely a curious tourist and when he returned to get dressed into his formal wear he thought about what he had learned, the most dishearting information was how alone you were you had no surviving family no cousins,no siblings and no parents but you still found reasions to smile, to try you best to be the ruler you nation would need despite the fact that said nation in his humble opinion was undeserving.How he had missjudge you so much, of course his brother would try and give you family that you never had he couldn't even think of a world without his little brother, his twin or his dad but you had to endure a world where that was the norm for you, and now he though bitterly this nation would be your burden to carry alone without family to turn to for help. He of course need to thank you and in his own way apologize for his incorrect image of you, he didn't bring his guitar so a poem would have to do, perhaps he could put an offer of family in it so you knew that you wouldn't be alone, yes that sounded good. As he stood with the others of importance during you coronation he couldn't help but think how small you looked in that all black outfit dispite knowing you were older that Tommy in this moment you didn't look it to him as you made vows that in the eyes of your nation, in the eyes of your goddess would forever bind you to a nation undeserving of you, a nation that had caused you to grow up alone surrounded by advisers and (if his brothers rants were anything to go by) a schemeing regent. He truly pitied you and wanted to take you away from this back to the empire where you could be a child for once not be forced to be a ruler, Tommy would be happy if he wisked you away and he realised as they placed a neatherite crown on your head he wouldn't mind having being your big brother. To his surprise you can over to talk to him during the after party, as the subject of conersation shifted to Tommy he saw your eyes light up as you trades stories back and forth acting less like royals from different countrys and more like siblings talking about their younger brother. Its only when you press a quickly written letter into his hands and asked for him to hand it to Tommy that he remembered his poem as such he handed the poem over to you and exsplaned that it was a thank you gift for rescuing him (and for him being so wrong about you) he searched your face as you read seeing if you got his hidden message before you thanked him for it and gave him a hug , hun he could in this moment certainly see why his baby brother was so attached to them oh if the look on your face was anything to go by he just said that aloud time to leave he thinks.On the plane ride home he can't help but read the letter you wrote for his baby brother only for his eyes to widen as you ask Tommy whats its like having a big brother like Wilbur or what its like having a big brother in general but a infuriated look fills his face as you say you think your starting to see Enciodas ( the scheming regent his brain supplied )and his sisters as your big siblings as your family,oh that seals it he thinks he is going to be big brother and save you from you misguided loyaltys at least he count on Tommy to help rescue their future sibling from themself.

Wilburs poem

It's hard to put into words, what I want to say.

But I want you to know your thought of, in a very special way.

Though the distance in between us, keeps us continents apart.

There will always be a place, for our bond within my heart.

Poems are strange arn't they, two people could read the same poem but come away with comletely different ideas as to what it means... Ender-anon

Okay I might stop talking all together on this entire FICS but this- yes absolutely very good

#ask #ender anon #tw. yandere #c: wilbur #c: tommy

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an-amalgamation-of-things · 3 years

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For the alphabet asks, E, F, U and V, because I’m curious if there will be any overlap 🧐

Love your writing!

Hey Nonny!! This got very long 😂 so I've put my answers under the cut!

Thank you so much for reading my fics (some of my answers and reasoning will probably not come as a surprise to you!) I'm so glad you like them and you’re so kind for saying! 💖

E. Which character is your favorite, and why?

I really like Yassen! I think he's such an interesting character (which fic has really built on!) but even if you just look at canon, there's so much obvious depth between the relationship between him and Alex which, because we only really see Alex's pov (I know we've got RR but 1. are we really counting it as canon? 😂 2. it doesn't really explore their relationship that much - 14 years have passed since his time with John, so to me it always feels like there's a lot of backstory that we as readers never find out as to why Yassen still feels an emotional bond with John that gets extended to Alex), is never fully explored in the books. Alex doesn't really understand the depth of Yassen's feelings or the reasons behind them, so as readers, we have to read between the lines and fill in the missing pieces (which people write in fic amazingly!)

If we're stretching canon/reading between the lines, then there's also the fact that he didn't kill Ian to take into account. The timelines work that he was on the submarine with the R5 when Ian was killed (we're ignoring the bit in RR where he says that he killed Ian and focussing on the timeline for this) so he couldn't have been in Cornwall at the same time. He also never confirms to Alex that he killed Ian. Alex confronts him and says "You killed Ian Rider. He was my uncle." to which Yassen simply replies "I kill a lot of people." At that point, if he had killed Ian, why not say it? Even if it was 'Yes. I kill a lot of people.' To me, the fact that Yassen doesn't admit it shows that he didn't do it. He has absolutely no reason not to tell Alex if he did do it - it's not like Alex would have been able to do anything about it to get revenge. This then adds another layer to Yassen's warning to leave the world of MI6 and just be a child. If Yassen didn't kill Ian, then someone else ordered the hit, perhaps for the explicit purpose of taking away the final barricade to Alex's life (Ian), so that he can be used (which brings me very nicely to the next question)

F. Which character do you hate with a passion, and why?

Alan Blunt. I could just say that he's The Worst™ and leave it at that but I won't 😋 Alan Blunt looks at this (only just) fourteen year old boy who is grieving the loss of his uncle (and if Yassen wasn't behind Ian's death, it's very probable that Blunt was and everything that we as the readers are told about Ian's death is a lie...it's very conceivable that Ian had already found out everything that Blunt needed to stop Sayle's plan from working, Blunt wanted to send Alex as a test of his skills, Ian refused and Blunt killed him and used Alex anyway!)

But if we're only going on information that is strictly in canon, Blunt sees this grieving teenager and blackmails him to go on the Stormbreaker mission. He nearly dies several times (because he has been given no proper training that would actually prepare him for this mission), but amazingly survives and stops Sayle's plan from happening. So Blunt looks at him and goes "oh he's good. I've got the perfect weapon, and if he dies on a mission, it'll be an inconvenience, but no one will really care." And Blunt continues to send this poor boy off into danger where he is surrounded by death and darkness with absolutely no regard for his safety or wellbeing. And then we see in Scorpia Rising that Blunt is not afraid to actively change situations to make Alex do what he wants (again putting more weight behind the 'Blunt killed Ian' theory).

He has been the head of MI6 for so long and he's blurred the lines for so long that he has absolutely no qualms and can see nothing wrong with sending Alex in Ian's footsteps (quite literally in Stormbreaker, but then forcing him on mission after mission afterwards). The other people in MI6 (Mrs Jones, Smithers, Crawley etc.) are all complicit, but we do at least see that they have reservations about using Alex, and none of them can stand up to Blunt in any meaningful way to stop him from getting his way...

So yeah, I absolutely hate Blunt 😂

U. If you could be in AR, who would you be, and why?

I would love to say that I’d be a friend who was really involved in Alex's life (like Tom or Sabina) but if I’m being honest I would probably just be a background character who’s mentioned once or twice 😂

V. Who's your favorite villain, and why?

This one's hard, but I think I'm going to go with Winston Yu.

He is a physically weak character (with his brittle bones) but everyone is terrified of him. He is on the executive board of Scorpia, and that doesn't happen unless you are exceptionally tough and ruthless. I think the fact that he isn't physically strong but is feared by his subordinates shows how much power he has.

I also think Yu's plan was really well thought out. MI6 knew about the bomb and that it had ended up in Bangkok, but they didn't know where it was or what the plan was. Even if ASIS were onto him, Ash would have fed them fake information to throw them off. Also, the science involved to work out whether the tsunami would work and to time it properly so that no one would suspect that it was deliberate is impressive (even if it is very over the top!). And the organ factory is absolutely horrifying! He isn't a 'cartoony' villain with a crazy plan to take over the world or drop a space station on Washington DC. He is simply doing a job that he has been given (and arranging it so that he gets some extra profits in the process) and it would have worked if it weren't for that meddling kid Alex.

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Usually when I start to watch something and I discover I really like it, I go after people that talk about it (that's how I found you), so when I started to watch zestiria I went after people that were talking about it, and I couldn't understand the hate because I hadn't played the game yet and how can you watch ep 0 and not come to the conclusion that you would die to make Alisha smile because she's precious and don't need protection but don't deserve anything bed happening to her ever

I’m glad I’m not the only one who was completely baffled by the majority of the fandom response once this show started airing. I avoided talking about it at the time because I’m the last person to start drama but like I feel as though we’re far enough removed from it now that we can look back and reflect on just what the hell happened now. I initially started watching the show because I had seen someone reblog some gifs of episode 0 so they were of course all of Alisha and I was immediately intrigued about this cute anime knight girl because that’s just who I am as a person. So I watched that episode 0 and was immediately smitten with this kid because let’s be one hundred percent honest here, I don’t care if you’re in the camp that hates Alisha for whatever dumb reason you cannot watch that episode and tell me that she doesn’t command the screen when she’s on it, and this is something that continues for the entirety of both cours. She’s the kind of character that demands that you look at her and in this way that I don’t think many other characters master nearly as much as she does.

So go ahead and imagine my surprise after I watch through that episode and get to after the credits where they play the opening for the first time and show the main boys. I’ve played tales games before, I know they always have male protags but you can’t blame me for thinking that maybe the tales franchise had turned over a new leaf and was finally going to focus on a different gender for a change, keep in mind that I knew very little about this particular tales game, I’ve only played abyss and graces. So I was kind of getting a little bad feeling rising in the pit of my stomach, I’ve been here before, I know what kind of fandoms anime with dual male protags attract. But I ultimately decided that I liked Alisha too much as a character to avoid talking about her all because I was a little worried about the fandom and wrote that first long ass Alisha post without doing any research at all because I wanted that post to be a lot about how the episode tells you about her and who she is without having to come right out and say it and without having to know about who she is beforehand, if I had learned a lot about her before I wrote it it would have effected that angle that I was going for negatively.

So I wrote that and posted it and I got a pretty good response and was feeling pretty good about it and I was infinitely curious about Alisha so this is when I started doing research about her. What I forgot at the time was that the Japanese fandom and the English speaking one have wildly different opinions on things and it will forever be an extreme embarrassment for me that I forgot about demographics. I stupidly assumed that the fandom was of the mindset that the Japanese one had, that Alisha was snubbed in the game and she was now getting the attention that people wanted in the anime. And for the majority of the first season I wasn’t exactly proven wrong as the shit storm didn’t really start until the end of the first season and then the second season. It’s when that last episode came out and I started to hear people say that it was somehow suggesting that Alisha and main boy were gonna get together and that they liked each other that I started to get really worried. I’m just gonna go ahead and say that that scene was in no way suggesting that and it’s definitely a habit of these kinds of fans to read so far into the smallest things because they’re worried that cute girl is gonna get in the way of their ship and that pattern of behavior grosses me out so much for so many reasons.

But the first cour was over and a big break before the second was starting so people really only had that one thing to complain about so I mostly ignored it and stayed in my own little corner of the fandom. It was the second cour where people really started to get nasty and I just wanna say that it’s not like I don’t understand where ya’ll are coming from. When you like a thing it can be hard to see it changed, I get it, but to be honest some of the fandom turned into 4 year olds screaming that things were different now and they hated it and it started driving me up the wall. I’m all for a good analytical discussion of where you think something went wrong and what not but just about all the posts I saw where people just crying that things were different with no reason as to why that was a bad thing outside of “it’s different so now it sucks.” and I haven’t played the game, so it may very well be that the game is so much better and the anime didn’t capture it or whatever but no one could ever tell me why they thought that so you can’t blame me that I never knew because no one could ever tell me.

This of course all came with thinly veiled anger for Alisha that was coming from a mindset of “she’s the reason that the main boys aren’t getting screen time to be gay together and therefore I hate her” which honestly hurt more than people being mad that it was different from the anime because you know that no one was being honest. You’re allowed to not like a character for whatever reason, it’s when you try and find a more “acceptable” reason as to why you don’t like them because you won’t admit the real reason because you think that real reason might be perceived as petty or dumb is where I start to get annoyed. Just be honest, tell me you don’t like her because you think she’s getting in the way of the main boys and we’ll both know where we stand, I’m perfectly ok with that.

So I was seeing all of that as a relative outsider who only knew the anime and all I saw was an extremely well written, well framed, flawed, engaging, anime girl with an interesting world view that the show thoroughly explored getting shit on by a majority of the fandom was obviously off putting. And once again I will fully admit that I am forever and always biased towards anime girls and care so little about anime boys but you can’t tell me that that whole situation wasn’t shitty and annoying to have to deal with on a daily basis.

#sorry that got really long #I've been meaning to talk about this for awhile #I hope I don't offend anyone #I want to make it clear I'm not attacking anyone #but we gotta talk about this shit #cause it's gonna keep happening #tales of zestiria #Anonymous

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