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thenerdnextdoorxo · 1 year

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Can I request a fic where Y/N is a teen avengers and has a sister they don't know about but she has an illness so she's in the hospital. the treatment for her illness costs a fortune and she doesn't want to ask tony for help bc she doesn't want to come off as needy so Y/N starts to lose hope but she still visits her whenever she's gets the chance bc her mom doesn't let her out the house much.

One day the avengers come to the hospital bc they can't make it to the tower fast enough and peter notices Y/N has snuck off somewhere and he tells the team and they ask around for her. they eventually find her in her sisters room and they're confused at first but they realize the situation. Y/N almost pushes them away but her sister is happy to see the team so she doesn't. then they ask her what's going on and she tells them and tony offers to pay for treatment but Y/N declined the offer bc again she doesn't want to seem needy and says she'll get the money somehow. but they insist she let him do it so she obliges. maybe something where they try to cheer Y/N up by watching a bunch of movies together. she usually doesn't participate in team bonding so they're surprised she says yes and they all just have a good time.

I was diagnosed with an illness last month so this is kind of relatable

Everyone refused to let you in the team because you were so young. They barely made Peter part of the team, but he was a bit older than you. You begged them though, you told them that you always dreamed of becoming an avenger, but in reality, you just wanted to earn some money for your sister's treatments and you had great archery skills so this role really fits you.

Your sister was diagnosed with a chronic illness a few years back and the treatment for her disease costs a huge amount of money. Your parents aren't really around really around so you were stuck working part-time jobs and trying to afford the treatment but it's not enough at all. When you saw that Peter was training under Tony, you decided to talk to him about training with him and Tony as well, and it took a lot of time and effort to convince them to let you join.

From the beginning, all of them noticed how you worked so hard and was always finishing tasks at time and they just assumed that you were hard-working by nature. But after a while they started to tell you to take it easy a little since you were pushing yourself past your limits. It wasn't uncommon to find you napping somewhere around the tower and they always felt sympathetic about it but every time they asked you to take a break you tell them that you're fine and you don't need a break.

During a mission that you and Peter were sent to, Peter got hurt badly and the others came in for back up and you, Tony, Natasha, and Peter had to rush to the nearest hospital to help Peter. For some reason, the nearest hospital was the hospital that your sister was in. After you made sure that Peter was taken care of, you went to catch up with your sister. You didn't notice the time and after a while Natasha walked into the room and looked at you confused. "Y/N, we were looking for, what are you doing here?" You quickly glanced at the clock and noticed that you stayed with your sister for 2 hours and you sighed. There is no way out of this.

"Natasha, this is my sister, Y/S/N, this is Natasha," You said defeatedly. You told Natasha everything about your situation, including why you insisted on joining the avengers. She started to feel bad for you, all you wanted to do was to get money for your sister's treatment, but she also felt bad that you had to take such a big responsibility at a young age.

When you returned to the tower, Natasha told everyone about your situation in order to figure out a way to help you. Since Tony trained you personally, he had a HUGE soft spot for you so he felt that he had to help you, so he decided to pay for the treatment himself, he can't allow a kid to pay that much money when he has hundred times more, no way.

You felt like you were a burden to the team, but they assured you that you were way far from it, they also told you that they are all a family and families help each other. To cheer you up, they ordered pizza and decided to have a movie night and let you pick the movie, and for the first time in a long time, you laughed, and the avengers made sure that it wasn't the last.

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I was to busy to upload yesterday so I decided to skip lol

My requests are open

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#avengers x reader #marvel imagine #platonic marvel #marvel x reader #tony x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #peter parker x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #steve x reader #bruce banner x reader

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duplicitywrites · 6 months

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Tagged by @racfoam and @the-paper-monkey, thanks!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

183. Technically, I have a second separate account with archived older works that would add on top of this total. It's not really hidden, I just pretend it does not exist.

2. What's your total A03 words count?

1,693,656. Same thing as above. Some of these are from collabs, but most of it is mine.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Harry Potter, exclusively at the moment.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

But For You, I Did (20,976 words)

Harry James [Redacted] (23,832 words)

Sugar, It's Cold Outside (14,548 words)

Thanks for Harry (4,313 words)

Ripples Across the Water (95,453 words)

Personally, I find the top fic to be insufferable in the position that it's at. I have any number of works that I'd consider better 😔

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try my best! Currently I'm sitting about 100+ in the hole. If your comment is nice, I will endeavour to eventually respond 💝

Some people leave a bunch of emoji comments on chapters as they go along, and in that case I usually just respond to the last one rather than each one individually.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

We Still Have Time (9,053 words)

On Samhain, the veil between the physical and spiritual world weakens enough for the living to speak with the dead for a brief period of time. Tom and Harry are graced with twenty-four hours together before one of them must return to the other side, only— Which one of them is it?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I write a lot of happy endings, but I don't think I could pick just one, or even a few.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I'll say I give as good as I get.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Made a pseud — pwplicity (duplicity) — just for the smut. I think my favourite genre of smut to write is smut crack.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not my cup of tea.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

On Wattpad, yes.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Plenty! All the translators who I've spoken with were lovely people, and I really truly appreciate all the hard work they put into making fanfic accessible.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Most people, I hope, are familiar with The Immortal Duties of Lord Voldemort. I have collabs outside of that, most notably with @dividawrites and @cindle-writes 💘

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

I'd say this one. Older fandoms hold nostalgia for me, but I've never created as much as I have than for this ship!

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I have a gen fic one-shot that involves terminal illness of sorts. I started it during the pandemic, and it will likely never be completed due to the overall depressing nature of the story.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I like to think I'm funny and I have creative ideas.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm a pantser. And I always have a dozen gdoc tabs open at a time because I keep starting new ideas.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

In moderation, unless we're actively providing translations. Even so, it can break up the flow of reading if I have to dump entire paragraphs into a translator just to understand what's going on.

In certain fandoms, there may be canonical language elements that are frequently used and thus become colloquial in a way — I used to read/write in the Les Miserables fandom, so there was a lot of French.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter... so we've come full circle!

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

This is the question I hate the most because I never have a real answer. Either they're all the best, or I hate them all. Take your pick.

Anyone who wants to answer these, please feel free! 🎃

#tag game

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chronurgy · 1 month

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Honeysuckle or Fennel for Durge/Gortash 💜

thanks for the ask!! You said "or" but my brain said "and" so here's a snip for each!

from these flower language writing prompts

Honeysuckle: How our love unites enemies

If you'd asked him five, ten years ago, he would've said that something like this could never happen. Hells, he would've said the same thing even if you'd asked him but a half-year ago, when the extent of the mess they're all currently living through (or rather, attempting to live through) had really started to sink in. That would have been a few months after the conquest of Amn, if memory served, and just as some unfortunately brilliant political and economic maneuvering had resulted in Waterdeep becoming a protectorate of Baldur's Gate. Yes, that seemed right - the siege of Neverwinter had broken only recently after three months warfare and it had started a month or two after the death of the Blackstaff in that ill-advised wizard's duel. Even with all that, he never would have thought the gods would put aside their petty feuds to save the world. But here they are, legions of believers mustered to fight the Absolute and the Chosen of the Dead Three acting as her puppeteers. And it really was all of them. Followers of Lolth and Eilistraee in the same camp, waiting in the same slop line. He wouldn't've believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes. One thing about the end of the world - it really did bring people together.

The camp was a mud pit, ground trod slick and grassless by thousands of feet and hooves. He stepped carefully as he made his way to the command tent, soaking in the sights, sounds, and smells of people come from every corner of the world (plus a few others, he thought, if the devils and hollyphants he saw were anything to go by). He entered the tent to an argument. As expected, really. The Chosen of the Circle of Greater Powers were an exceptionally powerful bunch of people. But not a one of them, not even Shar's girl, seemed to posses the power of knowing when to let things go. He'd certainly never mastered the art of knowing when to shut his trap. So an argument it was.

"The Dead Three have ever been at each other's throats even as they claim to speak in concordance," opined Elminster. "Surely it would take but a little effort on our part to break the bonds of alliance that hold this Chosen of Bane and Chosen of Bhaal so closely."

"With all due respect, Elminster," said an older looking half-elven woman in an impatient tone that didn't imply any particularly large amount of respect was due, "you do not know the personalities involved as I do. They will not be easily led, not on that front."

"High Harper," Elminster began in that ponderous way of his.

"Do not 'High Harper' me," she interrupted him, voice sharp. "On this you will not change my mind. My network is clear: between the two of them, there is no discord to be sown. Half my agents insist that the two are in love."

Shar's girl and Lathlander's idiot exchanged grim looks at the High Harper's pronouncement. He had to choke back a wild laugh at the sight. A cleric of the night and a paladin of the dawn in agreement! And all it took was a little love between a murderer and a tyrant.

Fennel: The quest of making you blush

The foundation of any well-laid plan of conquest was always a solid knowledge base. A solid knowledge base was, of course, built on the back of repeated experimentation and meticulous note keeping. Thus, the list. If he was going to ferret out the cracks in Vesper's crystalline composure then he would need every advantage.

The list had a number of crossed out entries already. He'd tried all the usual things, all the easy and petty seduction attempts that were now as second nature to him. Things that got the average patriar or city official swooning had earned him nothing more than a raised eyebrow. Is that really all you can offer? it had seemed to ask him. He had cursed himself for his idiocy, afterward. Of course such common tricks would not work on them, not when they were most assuredly not the common sort. He'd grown lazy in his intellectual isolation and that laziness had cost him. Still, he'd created his list in the aftermath and it contained plenty of new and rarified tactics he might try, tactics that might better suit their unique tastes. He had time. He'd figure them out yet.

He did wonder, dream even, about what they'd look like, cheeks stained with evidence of their desire for him. Their eyes he'd seen before, and could recall in detail with but a moment's effort, black pupils wide against their black sclera, framed in the thinnest rings of silver. That he knew. But he'd never seen them flush. He wondered if it would darken the purple of their skin, stain their cheeks the color of blackberry juice. Some Bhaalspawn, he'd read, had blood as black as ink. Perhaps their face and lips would flush black for him, unmistakable and conspicuous. He wanted to know. He wanted to know so desperately, to crack that perfect shell and see what lurked beneath. To have them in his bed, flushed and willing. And he would. He would.

#also yes just to be clear I am saying that there was a period in their relationship where they both desperately wanted to fuck but would #not because of insane power dynamics because whoever asked first was clearly more desperate and therefore could be manipulated by the other #no these freaks aren't okay thanks for asking!#ask games #vesper #Thanks for the ask I had so much fun actually!#enver gortash #dark urge x gortash #bg3

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more-than-a-princess · 2 years

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TEN Q’S:

1. when are you usually online? I’m most active weekday evenings, EST! I have a full-time (and then some) 9-5 job so when I’m here in the afternoons, I’m either working from home or just liking/sending on mobile. I’m much more of a night owl than an early bird though, but I try not to do any real thread writing after 2 AM or so. I never write anything good after 2 AM.

2. what verses are you involved in outside of this page? Most of my AUs take place on this page, but I’ve gone back and forth on restarting my Fujiko Mine blog again. I think Fujiko, like most of the other muses I’ve written, I tend to want to write in specific scenarios/against specific character types only. Unlike with Sonia, where it’s far easier and more interesting for me to adapt her to different verses and situations.

3. what is your biggest RP pet peeve? Formatting pet peeves aside (super small text and putting multiple spaces between words), my biggest RP pet peeve is this:

Asking for meme starters/starter calls, never replying to said starters, and asking for more starters. While never communicating feedback or constructive criticism about what would make a thread or interaction more appealing and/or engaging, or answering memes/asks I send.

This is one of the main reasons I’ll simply drop a writing partner. I never mind redoing introductions or working together with a mun to plot an interaction we both want to write! But I do mind being constantly asked for starters and having them never be turned into threads.

On the other hand, one of my lesser pet peeves are very quick replies, and this is entirely a ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ issue. Mainly, I like to keep three habits when roleplaying: 1. replying to all of my active threads in a consistent and timely fashion, 2. replying to all current threads before taking on new starters/memes and 3. taking time away from the dash to read/watch/play different things in order to take a breather, think about where I want interactions to go, and get ideas. That’s harder for me to do when muns reply quickly (I usually say 48 hours or less, but I’ll say 24 hours or less here. I’m still a slow but steady writer!), and that’s entirely on me and my habits.

My way of addressing it is, in this situation, I won’t queue my replies in the order I receive threads: I try to space out replies for muns who reply very fast with muns who reply a bit more slowly, so I’m not overwhelmed with a bunch of replies at once. I try not to be the mun who takes on too many asks and threads and then has to drop them.

4. are you drawn to specific types of muses? When I was a younger writer in RP, it was usually badass women with weapons and femme fatales (aka. I’ve had Fujiko as a muse for a long time! Just not on tumblr). In the past 5-8 years? Definitely young ladies with Rich People Problems: Sybil Crawley/Branson, Veronica Lodge, and now Sonia Nevermind. If I could’ve ever figured out how to play a Persona game, I probably would’ve picked up Haru Okumura by now. Mostly though, I love writing Rich People Problems: royals, high society, just plain wealthy, etc.

5. are there recurring themes in your writing that people might not notice? Tbh I don’t really think any of my themes are that hidden, per se? Though one I do hope to emphasize in my long-term interactions, especially in Sonia’s older verses, is how much less black-and-white she sees her parents. As a teenager, she really does believe her father can do no wrong and all of the ill will in their unhappy marriage is due to her mother and her attitude and many affairs. The older she becomes, the more she’s able to recognize her mother and father in shades of gray. Her father has made plenty of mistakes and, the more she can come to understand what her mother has experienced, the more she can come to understand her behavior, especially towards her.

6. what are your favorite RP trends? I love the silly “character has appeared what to do?” meme so much. I know charts and quizzes are fun and all, but I get burned out on those. But this meme? This meme will always lead to quick and fun interactions, particularly with muses and muns I’m already threading with.

And I love info pages and carrds on tumblr, preferably linked to a pinned post. I’m on mobile a lot these days, especially at work, and if a blog follows me without their info in a pinned post I likely can’t follow back until I get on my computer and look at their blog there. This is my plea to please make your rules/muses/mun pages mobile-accessible! I’m not a fan of google docs for info, though: only interest checkers. Because they are a challenge to read on mobile.

7. what is your process for starting a new story with someone?

Send a meme send a meme send a meme send a-

Yeah, you get the drill. :) Listen, I like memes for several reasons: 1. I can often get an idea of the tone of the thread the other mun is looking to write based on the prompt. 2. a muse and/or verse will be attached to it if the blog is a multi. I rarely do starter calls because, in the past, my starters often get ignored and I’m not a fan of greeter posts.

Beyond memes, I also like plotting OOC here or on discord for threads. That ensures that both muns are interested and engaged in the plot, and that any godmodding/toe-stepping questions can be addressed before interactions begin.

I’m not the best with unprompted IC asks though, especially those turned into threads. I’m notorious for misunderstanding asks, particularly if they’re related to pop culture I’m unfamiliar with (Sonia and I have a few things in common...), and it can be awkward for everyone involved.

8. how do you feel about duplicates? I don’t mind other takes on my muse at all. She’s a canon muse from a popular franchise and it’s to be expected, but I also know that not everyone will like the way I write Sonia. She’s canon-divergent with a lot of headcanons and history regarding her family, her culture, and her country. That, and my preferred writing style and dynamics, may very well not appeal to everyone. And that’s just fine! Every interpretation of her is valid and if a mun doesn’t like one mun’s style of writing and interpreting her, they can write with another.

What I do mind are twin verses and long-lost relatives, for one of the points listed above: I have a lot of headcanons and lore about Sonia, plenty that I haven’t even shared in headcanon posts or threads yet, and I both keep to those headcanons and evolve them when I wish to. Twin and relative verses don’t really account for that, and the closest thing I’ve got to a twin verse is Sonia’s Vampire!AU anyway, where I’d write both the past and present Sonia.

I also mind stealing headcanons. Don’t do it. It’s bad form. I try not to follow solo Sonia blogs just so there’s little possibility of this happening but if she’s on your multi, I don’t mind.

9. how long have you been involved in roleplaying? I started in either 1999 or 2000. I’m aware that I’ve been roleplaying longer than some muns on this site have been alive, and I don’t intend on stopping anytime soon :)

10. is there a muse or verse you wish you could write in, but haven’t?

.....Bridgerton AU!

Now that I’ve gotten that out of my system (muses in a Bridgerton world, Bridgerton muses themselves, YES GOOD. If you’ve been here for awhile, this is probably old news but I can’t not mention it!), I’d like to explore more historical AUs, particularly anything mid-18th Century onward. My reasoning for this is entirely due to the available history/tech/arts from then on. I’m not great with high fantasy components, but more urban fantasy concepts are mostly fine with me. Just don’t expect Sonia to have magic powers.

In a very, very specific sort of plot, I’d be interested in a time-travel story, too.

Otherwise, I like exploring Danganronpa muses post-high school: college aged, high school reunions, etc. The reunion plot, especially in a Non-Despair context, can be particularly fun!

And finally: give me your otome muses for threads. @dangaer and @hitobanju, I’m looking at you. If and when you are wanting to thread some long-term interactions...gimme. DiaLovers, Piofiore, and Cupid Parasite scream the loudest for crossovers right now but I’m getting pretty fluent in otome.

TAGGED BY: I stole it!

TAGGING: @cantillat, @electricea, @causalitylinked, @dcviated, @litoredeem, @inxtricabilis (we haven’t chatted much yet but I hope it’s ok to tag you in things like this!), @psychcdelica, @orderbourne, and you! Steal it!

#more-than-a-princess memes #more-than-a-princess musings #(I've got some new followers on here and haven't done a RP Q&A in awhile)#(So here's one!)

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el-patito-de-los-ojos-triste · 2 years

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weird asks #42-69

Wow, so many Dx putting this under a cut

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

jacket pockets, and yet i do not ever wear jackets. I've got a sleeveless hoodie thing that I love though. (here's an older pic) It has a tail!!!!

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

Hmmmm, I really want a leather jacket with chains and studs and junk, like an old style punk jacket. Not much for the other options though.

44. favorite scent for soap?

I've been using Squatch Soap for a while and I really like their Bay Rum. But normally I go with fruity smells.

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Fantasy and Sci-fi are sorta tied depending on the execution. Superhero is fun but definitely not my fav.

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

I sleep naked usually o//,//o if i have to wear something cuz like guests/travelling/whatever, I just wear some shorts.

47. favorite type of cheese?

mmmmmmmmm depends on when. Sandwiches? Idk, like meunster or cheddar or provolone. Just eating? Mozerella or colby jack. Overall? A good pepperjack is hard to beat.

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

pumpkin maybe?

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

-You never know what someone else is going through, a little kindness can go a long way

-If it doesn't make you happy, it's not worth doing, and vice versa

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

51. current stresses?

money

52. favorite font?

I like Papyrus or a good cursive looking font.

53. what is the current state of your hands?

Lots of tiny scratches from work and from the kittens. Few bigger scrapes and junk from the same. Nails are fairly recently trimmed. Unpainted :c

54. what did you learn from your first job?

Never trust anyone, especially managment.

55. favorite fairy tale?

I don't know. I've got all sorts of collections of fairy tales so I know a ton. I'm bad at picking favorites

56. favorite tradition?

Not many traditions in my family, but for a lot of my life, instead of getting a christmas tree, cuz we'd travel to see family ever year, plus we had cats, we would tape together a bunch of poster board and draw a christmas tree and ornaments together.

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

My dad's suicide and our subsequent move across the country

my own struggles with mental illness (obvs not done with them but like, i've made a ton of progress and like im stable now and whatnot)

For a long time i worked a shit tier job (about 70 hours a week) while i was also going to school full time for college.

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

Singing, puzzle solving, juggling, and I'm great with animals/small children

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

Ope, or Aw hell

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

Isekai

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

No One Owns Life, But Anyone Who Can Pick Up a Frying Pan Owns Death

62. seven characters you relate to?

Bojack Horseman (I'm not happy about it, I recognize that it's for bad reasons), Equius Zahhak, Bob Belcher (I guess), Martin Crief (Cabin Pressure, idk man you said 7, I really only had the first 2).

63. five songs that would play in your club?

(I'm trying to think of dance sort of songs, rather than my favorite songs, but I do really like these ones)

-Blackout - Breathe Carolina

-Discord - Eurobeat Brony remix

-Party With Pinkie - DJ Alex

-Custer - Slipknot

-Scream - Slipknot

64. favorite website from your childhood?

Poptropica or neopets maybe. If you go reaaaally far back, I wanna say it was something like addictinggames.com

65. any permanent scars?

Many. There's a line on my chin that's hidden by beard now from when i banged my chin on the tub and needed stitches (5 years old). One on each hand from when I cut them open on a field trip (6 years old, one needed stitches). One in my eyebrow that's fairly noticeable from when my brother hit me with a lunchbox (needed stitches). One on my knee from where I had MRSA in high school.

66. favorite flower(s)?

forget me nots or irises

67. good luck charms?

I used to carry around a little twisted up bit of copper wire from a close friend. Now if i really think i need it, I've got a little charm amulet thing i made with ancient runic charms.

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

Sunny D maybe? Beets? Coconut?

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

Male bees' testicles explode when they ejaculate. There's an audible pop.

#anon burbles #burble burble

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 2 years

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The Step-Mother

Rick Grimes x Dixon!Reader

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The Dixons were an odd bunch, an asshole older brother, the quiet and noble middle child, and the youngest, a beautiful young woman with the heart of a lion. Rick can’t help but fall for her even in the middle of an apocalypse.

Warnings: death (not reader), angst, Rick’s POV, smut, unprotected sex, walkers, mentions of abusive parents (specifically fathers), panic attacks, typical TWD violence, injuries (specifically Carl being shot, twice), mentioned sexual assault and cannibalism, swearing

WC: 3.7k

Minors DNI

I am ill for this gif 😍🥵

The Dixons had always confused me, there seemed to be a vast difference between each of them. Merle was the first I encountered, shooting wildly from the roof of a building as the herd closed in on us. Daryl had nearly killed me when he learned that I handcuffed his older brother to that roof. But then she appeared, pulling the rabid man off of me and calming him with only a single pointed look. Then she had turned around and comforted Carl when I had to leave again, holding him to her breast and running her fingers through his hair, obviously having done it before.

She was by Carl’s side when he was shot, distracting him perfectly while he was awake, then slipping away at night to hunt for Sophia. “You need some rest, Y/N. You can’t keep going like this.” I had pulled her aside one night as she was preparing to leave. “I’ve survived most of my life on one or two hours of sleep a night. Don’t worry ‘bout me, worry ‘bout ya boy in there. I need to go find that girl.” Her smile was bright but I could see the pain behind those e/c eyes, the same look in Daryl’s.

I had let her go, Lori glaring at her as she passed. Y/N grabbed a large hunting knife, the handle being held together by duct tape, and slipped through the door, her booted feet not even making a sound. I sighed and ran my hand down my face. “She puts herself in too much danger.” “She’s an adult, it’s her choice.” My wife huffed, crossing her arms across her chest. “She’s valuable, we can’t lose anymore people.” She rolled her eyes and pushed past me and into our son’s room.

🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼

Hershel’s farm was gone. Burned to the ground. Daryl was quiet as we traveled, more so than usual. His brooding was only counteracted by Y/N trying to keep Carl engaged in his learning while Lori mourned, I suspected not for Sophia but for Shane, the obvious biological father of the child in her belly.

We needed to find a place to live for the winter fast. If Lori gave birth while we were on the road, I doubted that either of them would survive. It was getting to be too much. Food was getting scarce and everyone was looking at me like I could provide all of the answers, but I was grasping at straws. The Dixons kept us alive with their hunting skills and ability to get everything possible from their catches, it wouldn’t last forever though.

The fire was dying but I made no move to add more fuel, only watching as the flames grew smaller and smaller. “Ya know the whole point of being on watch is to keep the fire lit, Sheriff.” Y/N threw a few small sticks on the pile, they were quickly engulfed. “Guess I was lost in my thoughts.” I had given up reprimanding her for calling me ’Sheriff’ a long time ago. “What’s goin’ on in that brain o yers?” She didn’t even look at me, studying the fire as it grew again. “I honestly don’t think we’re going to make it. We need to find somewhere to live and soon or we’re all going to die.”

She nodded before sighing and sitting back onto her hands, stretching her legs out in front of her. “I’m not gonna sugarcoat it for ya, it’s gonna be hard. Really fucking hard. But you have a kid and yer a good dad. You’ll do whatever it takes to save him, just the same as Daryl and I. If the only good we can do in this world is protecting you and yer boy, we’ll do it. Jus’ keep goin’, Sheriff. We’ll be ok, as long as we keep goin’.”

She placed a comforting hand on my shoulder and squeezed before leaving me alone by the fire again.

By the next month, we were safe behind cement walls and two sets of barbed wire fences.

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The moment I saw Carl, with his sheriff hat sitting low on his greasy hair and tears running down his face, I knew. I knew that Lori didn’t make it. The world closed in on me. After everything I had done to get them back, she had slipped through my fingers.

I couldn’t even feel as a set of arms surrounded me and brought me back into their soft chest. Carl’s cries filled my ears, just breaking through the deafening ringing.

I needed to get away, I shoved the arms away from me and grabbed the first weapon I could find. “Rick! Stop!” I ignored her, pushing into the uncleared part of the prison. I was lost in the blood and guts, my mind blank, only filled with rage. I don’t know when I ended up at the other end, a trail of death behind me.

The darkness had enveloped me, but like a lighthouse in the middle of a storm, she emerged, gently taking the machete from my shaking hands and cupping my cheek. She said nothing, only taking my hand and guiding me back to the light.

Cold water ran down my body, making me shiver. She had not stripped me of the filthy clothes I was covered in, now soaked in dried blood, before shoving me under the chilling spray. “It’s going to be alright.” She never let go of me for a second, letting me rest my head on her collarbone, ignoring the tears that streamed from my eyes.

Y/N never said a thing, only running a hand through my hair, subtly rinsing all of the gore from it. The shower room door slammed open, an angry Daryl marching in. “Yer a damn fool! You almost got yerself killed!” His face was beat red, the vein in his neck throbbing. I opened my mouth to respond but was cut off.

“Enough Daryl.” Her gaze was fierce, burning into her older brother as he fumed. I saw the rage start to die as he looked upon the smaller woman, something flashing behind his eyes. The hunter sighed and nodded, an unspoken agreement reached between the two. “Don’ do anything stupid like that again, ya hear?” The door closed quietly behind him.

“It’s a girl. Daryl’s been callin’ her lil’ ass kicker. Carl wants to call her Judith.” I sighed and leaned back into her. “Thank you.” “Always.”

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“Dad!” The blood blurred my vision, my head throbbed as I searched for my son. I could hear the walkers getting closer but couldn’t bring myself to stand. Pain radiates through my body, the Governor’s beating taking its toll.

“C’mon dad, we gotta go!” Carl wrapped an arm around my waist, hauling me to my feet with the strength that a boy shouldn’t possess. We stumbled into the woods, letting the prison burn behind us.

Everyone was lost, I could only hope that Y/N had gotten Judith onto the bus with the other kids but I had seen the bloody baby carrier and the torn sweater that the youngest Dixon had been wearing earlier that day. I could feel Carl’s tears on my shoulder as we ran blindly through the trees, hoping for some kind of safety.

I had no idea how long we ran for before we collapsed on the floor of an abandoned house. My bones felt like they were scraping together, my blood had long since dried on my skin, my mouth and throat were incredibly dry. Carl sighed as he slipped down next to me, the dark circles under his eyes a testament to my failures as a parent.

“We need supplies. You stay here and I’ll go out.” “No, we either go together or just me.” I wheezed, my lungs felt like they were on fire. He sighed, “You’re hurt, I’m not. If I see a walker, I’ll come back, promised.” I tried to stop him but he had slipped out of the door, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

“Rick. It’s time to wake up love.” I groaned, feeling a smile creep over my face. “Darlin’ it’s too early to get up.” A soft body fit itself against mine, lips kissing up my jaw. “You have to go to work.” Her voice was right by my ear, I moaned as she bit down on my lobe. “I’d much rather stay here and have some fun with my gorgeous wife.” Her laugh made my heart skip a beat. I was so incredibly beautiful, like the ringing of bells. “The kids need to be taken to school and I have to meet up with my brother today. You know that, Sheriff.” Something was wrong, a deep feeling inside me.

Lori didn’t have a brother.

My eyes fluttered open and I was met with something I thought I’d never see. Y/N was hovering over me, a beautiful smile gracing her features, her s/c skin was glowing in the dawn, her e/c eyes sparkling, her h/c hair perfectly framing her face. “Good morning handsome. I love seeing those blue eyes.” She bent down and kissed along my jaw, slowly working her way up to my lips. “I love you, Sheriff.” She bent down to kiss me.

I groaned as my head bounced painfully on the floor. I heard heavy breathing near me, “Dad?”. I tried to answer him but my mouth was incredibly dry and I could only groan. “Dad, please.” Carl was crying. I heard the click of his safety being switched off and I reached out to try and stop him. “Please.” He sounded so defeated.

“Carl.” I rasped out, causing him to sob louder and pull me into a hug.

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Alexandria was paradise compared to what we experienced outside these walls. Our group was so much smaller now, the light slowly dying out, even with this perceived safety.

Daryl hadn’t been the same since Beth, I suspect losing two sisters so quickly, destroyed him, as well as losing Judith. Carl was the same way, only getting worse after he was shot. I felt like I was still failing everybody even though we were protected.

I dreamt of her every night, her beautiful eyes sparkling with laughter as she held onto Judith and Carl, sitting next to her brother by the firelight, poking fun at him, and those rare occasions where she writhed below me, clothes long forgotten as I took her apart.

The moon shone brilliantly across the quiet streets, illuminating the broken hunter as he lit up another cigarette. “Those things'll kill ya.” He eyed me. “Right.” He moved slightly down the bench, leaving enough room for me to join him on the porch. The world was still as we sat in silence. “I miss her. She deserved a hell of a lot more than dying ‘cause of those things.” Daryl growled as he took another drag. “She was an incredible woman.” I agreed. “She was the only thing tha’ kept me outta jail. She worked hard to become a teacher, to help kids like us.”

“What do ya mean kids like you?” Daryl scowled before he said. “The kids that got beat. The kids that were nearly killed by their asshole parents. She was better than all of us.” He stood and angrily walked away, swinging his crossbow onto his back. I knew I couldn’t stop him from going outside the walls, he needed to be alone, to mourn.

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“Someone’s here!” I watched as the gates swung open, reflecting the bright early morning sun back at me, and a lone figure walked in. They were incredibly emaciated, hair and clothes absolutely filthy. I couldn’t even tell if they were a man or woman. My gun was unlocked and I laid my hand on the butt, a subtle warning to the newcomer.

“Who are you? What do you want here?” They froze, their body shaking. “Rick?” Then they looked up at me and the breath was knocked from my lungs. “Y/N.”

I ran towards her, catching her as she fell, sobbing into my chest. She trembled in my arms with the force of her cries. “I thought I had lost you.” I muttered into her hair. My light was back, my heart returned to me. “I thought we were the only ones left. I thought everyone had died.” Her voice was so raspy, it was obvious she hadn’t had anything to drink in a while. I pulled her away from my chest slightly, looking at her with curiosity. “We?”

That smile I loved so much graced her features as she began to unbutton the large coat she was wearing, revealing a gorgeous smiling blonde baby clinging to her chest, wrapped in a scarf that kept her close. “Judith has been keeping me company.” I burst into tears, laughing loudly.

“Dad?” I turned slightly, making eye contact with Carl who stood a few yards behind us, very confused. “Carl?” He froze, his blue eye that looked so much like mine, shining with emotion. Y/N shoved off of me, but I didn’t mind, and ran to him, pulling him into an embrace. I could hear his sobs as he tucked his face into her neck, holding her as close as possible. “Oh my baby boy. I thought you were gone.” I walked closer to them, just in time to hear Carl murmur, “I missed you so much, mom.”

Judith gave a cry as she was squished between the two of them, making Y/N give out a watery chuckle. “Oh sorry little love, we were squishing you weren’t we?” “You have Judith?!” He yelled. “I do, and she missed her big brother very much.” She pulled Judith from her makeshift sling and immediately handed her over to Carl, who started crying again.

I brought Y/N back into my arms, kissing her hair as my our kids reunited. “Do you want to have a shower?” “You have showers?!” She sprinted off in the direction I pointed, leaving Carl and I laughing.

I had always been indifferent to the smell of the soap in Alexandria but now as the slightly fruity scent wafted off of Y/N’s freshly scrubbed body, I thought it was the most amazing thing I had ever smelled. She crumpled on the bed next to me, sighing. I could see the new scars that littered parts of her body that weren’t covered by the flannel I had given her, the one running from her forehead, over her eye, and down her cheek. I ran my finger along it, causing her to shudder.

“What was this from?” “Some assholes wanted me as a pet and Judith for a meal. I made sure none of them would ever hurt anyone ever again.” Her voice was dark, rage and disdain coursed through it. “You and Judith are safe here. I know I failed you last time but I promise that you won’t have to see those evils ever again.” I laid next to her, intertwining our fingers, they fit together perfectly, like we were made to hold each other. “You can’t promise that, Sheriff.” “I know but I can do everything in my power to make sure you and the kids are safe.”

She turned to face me, those big e/c eyes shining, “Rick, I-“ She was cut off by a shout of joy from outside. We rushed downstairs and were faced with the rest of the original group huddled around Judith, having just come back from a major run, hugging her as close as possible. “Who brought her back?” I hadn’t seen Carol that emotional since my daughter was born. “I did.” Their heads all snapped towards her, making me laugh at the image of their shocked faces.

Daryl ran at her, his huge arms easily encompassing her scrawny frame. She had lost a lot of weight since we had last seen her. “Yer alive.” He gasped through the tears as her fingers tangled in his greasy hair. “I would never leave ya. No matter what, I would always come back to ya.” He held her tighter and I had the distinct fear that he would break her ribs, he was holding her that tightly. They separated slightly and she wiped away some of the tears left on his face.

Glenn broke through first, pushing Daryl away so he could get a cuddle too. “Oh my god! We all thought you were dead! You do look it but you aren’t!” Maggie slapped the back of his head, grabbing the back of his collar so she could get in for a hug.

We sat in the living room, letting Judith crawl around on the ground, going to each person for a kiss and cuddle before moving onto the next. “How did you get out?” Y/N shifted, slightly uncomfortable as she tried to find the words to explain what happened. I wrapped an arm around her shoulders, urging her to continue.

“When the walls came down and the walkers started coming in, I couldn’t find anybody. There was just so much chaos. I saw a bunch of those dead fuckers go after Judith. I honestly don’t know what came over me but I ripped them apart. I couldn’t let them hurt her.” Said girl crawled up to Y/N and raised her arms. She picked her up and set her on her chest, almost immediately putting her to sleep. “I couldn’t see anyone and the bus had gone so I just ran. I don’t know for how long but eventually, there was quiet. We were on the road for a long time, I couldn’t properly hunt since I had this little lady but I scavenged, most of the food went to her. We found walkers a few times but I would always outrun them. Most times I kept Judith strapped to my chest. I don’t know what it was but if she could hear my heartbeat, she was quiet and would sleep. She usually slept on my wrist, ear pressed right up against my pulse.”

Judith whined and shifted in her sleep, making Y/N lean back slightly and she settled again. The sight made my heart melt. “We kept going. I didn’t know if anyone else was alive so we avoided any settlements of people. But I was getting weaker, we had to find someplace safe and then, we stumbled here.”

The night was filled with laughter, the first time in a long time. A weight had been lifted from everybody’s heart, Daryl was actually smiling as he looked upon his baby sister. He made eye contact with me over her head and gave me a nod. He was the first to leave, giving Y/N a small kiss on her head before strolling into the night. The others took the hint and filed out one by one. Carol was the last out, giving us a knowing look. “It’s good to have you back, sugar. Maybe now you should tell him.” I felt the heat climb up her neck and to her cheeks. “Goodnight Carol.” She said rather forcefully, making the older woman laugh. Carl tiptoed over and took Judith from Y/N, kissing her cheek and whispering, “Goodnight mom and dad.”

I waited until the kids were out of the room before turning towards Y/N. “Tell me what?” She avoided my eyes so I gripped her jaw and pointed it towards me. Her pupils dilated, leaving only a sliver of that beautiful e/c around the black of her pupils. “That I’ve been in love with you since we met.” That was all it took for me to kiss her.

Her lips were just as soft as I imagined, even as chapped as they were. She sighed into my mouth, using her free hand to pull me closer to her body. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, making her moan. “I need you.” I whispered. “Upstairs.” She yelped as I picked her up, practically running up the flight of stairs. I threw her on the bed, making her laugh as she bounced on the mattress.

She pulled off her my shirt, exposing her body. “Fuck you’re so gorgeous,” I groaned, laying on top of her after I had pulled off my own top. Her hips ground into mine, trying desperately to get some friction. “I love you.” She smiled. “I love you too, Sheriff.”

Y/N scratched down my back as I thrust into her. Her broken moans drove me to push into her harder. I bit down on her throat as she gripped my ass, keeping me as deep as possible inside of her. The bed squeaked, I was desperately trying to get her to cum before me. I was so close, the feeling of her around me, of her skin on mine was too much. I was too close to the edge.

I slipped a hand between us, two fingers rubbing softly at the place we were joined. Her moans grew louder and she clamped down on me. “Rick!” I watched as her eyes fluttered and rolled back in her head, her back arching up from the bed, pulling me in deeper. “Fuck darlin’.” I shuddered as I pulled out and spilled across her stomach.

Her breaths came out in pants, her limbs still trembling as she came down. I stumbled to the connected bathroom after pulling on a pair of boxers and grabbed a cloth, soaking it in warm water. Y/N was spread eagle on the bed, her pussy was swollen from our activities. I gently cleaned her up, chuckling as she whined when I passed the cloth through her folds. Once I was done, I threw it to the corner of the room, deciding to deal with it later.

I crawled into her arms, resting my head on her chest as our legs intertwined. “You’re my everything.” She whispered into the darkness. “You’re my life.” I told her, giving her another kiss, holding her as close as possible.

The Dixons were an odd bunch. I never knew who Merle really was until after he died. Daryl hid his fear and sadness behind a huge wall that his sister passed through with ease, bringing out the kind and caring man who I proudly called my brother. And Y/N was our light, our guiding star, the mother of my children, the second love of my life. My everything.

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shotorozu · 3 years

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Hello. I got into a car accident and I was with my younger sister too. I got 2 surgeries and I don’t remember much. My younger sister got a few stitches😞 I feel horrible like an older sister.

Was wondering if I could request a head anon of where reader gets into a car accident and the characters react to it. (Tamaki, izuku, shoto and any of choice. Sad thing is my FUCKING Spanish teacher won’t respond to me and I have really bad grades on that class 😢 ( ´༎ຶㅂ༎ຶ`)

Thank you and take care also Safe driving

s/o getting into a car crash

character(s) : bakugou katsuki, amajiki tamaki, todoroki shouto (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk’s not specific

headcanon type : fluff, comfort (x reader)

note(s) : 😦 omg i hope you’re doing okay, anon- your spanish teacher better respond to you or else >:T

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bakugou katsuki

when he gets word that you’ve gotten into a car crash, his hands crack with mini explosions— dropping everything to literally run to wherever you’re at

“damnit, damnit, damnit! where the hell was i when that happened?!”

appears a lot pissier than usual, in reality— he’s just really worried, and he can’t slow down his heart palpitations!

“calm down bakugou!”

“calm.. CALM DOWN? RIDDLE ME THIS, ASSHOLE—”

hm okay, so lets say that you were in the passengers seat when the crash happened

katsuki will probably want to find whoever was the driver, and just absolutely go ballistic on them, but probably ends up not doing that when he thinks about what you’d feel

and lets say another driver crashed into your car— katsuki will search high and low just to find that said driver, and he’ll show them hell

and if you crashed into a poll or something, he wouldn’t get too mad— but he’ll still scold you, and lecture you about driving safety

when he finds out you need surgery, he’ll be so upset

“what do you mean SURGERY? who the hell crashed into you, and why do they have a license?! they’re a danger to society!” he sounds angry but he’s quietly yet impatiently waiting outside for the surgery to be successfully completed

cleans and takes care of your remaining injuries, doesn’t matter if there’s a tiny little scrape on your forehead, or if you’re left with a bunch of broken bones.

he’ll be nursing you, like it or not.

he doesn’t let you leave your bed during your recovery, he insists— and you have an idea of what’ll happen if you try opposing katsuki 💀

don’t ever be worried about your grades! you have a smartie as a boyfriend, so he has probably made an extra copy of notes that you’ve missed

and he’ll probably argue with a teacher if they refuse to cooperate because,, YOU ALMOST PASSED AWAY?? is that not a valid excuse?

“i get that you’re really busy, but they literally almost died— how is that not an valid excuse? Y/N’s a hard worker, and a good one! and i will not rest until you understand!”

it might seem a little over protective of him to do this, but katsuki won’t EVER let you drive a car alone for who knows how long, he’ll be there with you just to monitor your driving.

that is, until you gain his trust back— that you could drive without almost losing yourself

amajiki tamaki

for him, it feels like the world is going slower

when he gets a call that you’ve gotten into a car crash— his anxiousness shoots through the roof, and it’s causing him to assume the worst of the worst

he’ll feel so guilty though, tears welling up in his eyes as his entire body shakes just thinking about you in a hospital bed

because,, where was he when that happened? how did he only learn about this now?

eventually, mirio and nejire calm him down to the point that they could properly bring him to the hospital you’re staying at

without him shaking like an old nokia

knows not to blame anyone, regardless of who crashed the car (he’s not confrontational anyway)

yet, he can’t help but think about how things would’ve went differently if he was there

feels frustrated to the point that he starts tearing up when he finds out you needed surgery, and even when you tell him that he can’t be guilty because of you

he still is 😔

anyways, when your surgery is completed— he eventually musters the courage to just put all of his nervous feelings aside for now, and take care of you like the sweetheart he is!

knows a shit ton of food (courtesy to his quirk) so he cooks you something new everyday during recovery

during your recovery, tamaki isn’t fond of the idea of you walking around, doing things as if nothing happened. he ends up making sure you stay in bed, by staying in your room for days

it might take a while for him to be reassured that you won’t accidentally end up in a ditch again, but for now— you’re carpooling with the big three

worried about your grades because of the time you’ve missed during your recovery? no worries! tamaki made an extra copy of notes, and basically summarized it in a way you could understand!

it’s a rollercoaster 💀 but at least this made tamaki take initiative, even without being pushed to do so!

let’s just say, mirio and nejire are really proud of him :))

todoroki shouto

he’s been wondering why he hasn’t seen you in a few hours, and on top of that— he hasn’t been able to contact you

like,, at all. but, he thought you were just feeling ill— so he decided that he was going to head over to your place after his tasks were taken care of.

but that’s all forgotten, when he finally gets word that you’ve gotten in a car crash— and that’s why you weren’t there

he literally freezes in place, and his reaction was almost like he saw the endeavor-nomu fight all over again.

the idea of his love being in critical state, made the normally calm todoroki placed in distress

after being calmed down by his fellow classmates, he quickly abandons whatever he was doing, so he could rush to the hospital

currently, you were in surgery. he appeared pretty calm on the outside, but internally— he was a mess. though, he did have to keep it together for you

when shouto finally meets you out of surgery, his gaze is soft “hi love— no, don’t stand up! just stay there. do you remember what happened?”

your description of it all isn’t the best, but he couldn’t blame you at all

if another driver crashed into you, it’ll be an intimidating encounter,, he won’t be physical, but his words will be harsh— not even caring about the fact that the driver is literally quaking in their shoes

and if you were in the passengers seat, shouto will briefly look at them with pure disappointment— he can’t really help it,,

but he can’t find himself being mad if you were the driver, he’s just glad that you’re still with him as you could tell, shouto’s only soft for you

immediately goes shopping for groceries after he takes you back, and you’ve guessed it! he makes you soba, since you’re fresh out of the hospital

insists that you stay bed ridden, and you can’t seem to oppose— since he’s giving you the softest of gazes.

unintentionally isolates you during the entire recovery stage, because he’s so absorbed with taking care of you— that he didn’t even think if you wanted to see your classmates

not that you’re complaining,, you get to see shouto and only shouto for an entire week or so!

he lets your classmates and friends see you after a bit, but he insists that they don’t speak too loudly— worried that they’ll accidentally ache your head

(that’s when everyone found out about shouto’s great caretaking ability)

worried about your grades and classes? shouto will handle it. he’ll reach out to your teachers/professors, and he’ll try to make some negotiations, he makes sure to tell them that you were taking time off because of a health emergency

will he immediately let you be in a car by yourself after? hm,, maybe not— it’ll take some time for you to be able to drive alone again. if you need to go somewhere by car, he’ll accompany you :))

he will NOT let another accident happen, not on his watch! his heart wouldn’t be able to handle it

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likes and reblogs are appreciated, thanks for reading!

i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei, i only own the writing and i do not profit off of my hobby

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therenlover · 3 years

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Vision

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Songs From Musicals Y/N Would Sing To The Evans

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

How The Evans (+ Quicksilver) Would React To Yoplait’s New Gushers Yogurt

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Rory Monahan, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

Would The Danny Bunch Survive A Holiday With My Family?

Characters: Laszlo Kreizler, Alex Kerner, Niki Lauda, Andrea Marowski, Ernst Schmidt, Helmut Zemo

Rating: T

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Marvel/X-Men

Helmut Zemo

One Last Night In Madripoor

Synopsis: Baron Helmut Zemo is a lonely, wanted man looking for some fun, you’re a piss-poor bounty hunter in search of a connection before leaving your life of crime behind, and fate has brought you together at a party the likes of which has never been seen before. You only have one night left in Madripoor, so why not take a chance?

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 4200~

Still Some Catching Up To Do

Synopsis: As a member of the criminal underworld, people walk out of your life all the time. Some are killed, others kill themselves, most get caught and only a couple get out of the life unscathed, disappearing into the world never to be seen again. Very few walk back in. So when your supposedly incarcerated ex-lover, the Winter Soldier, and the Falcon waltzed through your door and made you murder your boss, needless to say, you were surprised and more than a little bit pissed.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 6800~

Nine Years Starved

Synopsis: It had been a little over nine years since Helmut Zemo lost his family, his country, and his sanity. Nine years since his last kiss. Nine years since he felt like a human man. Finally, he was ready to start over again, but first, he had to pay his penance back where it all began; Novi Grad. That’s when, by the grace of the fates, he met you.

Rating: G

Word Count: 7000~

Daddy Dearest

Synopsis: Not everyone gets lucky enough to go from being a broke college student in New York to being the sugar baby to literal royalty, but not everyone is you. Most people would be worried about messing things up or losing him to someone else, but you knew he would never find another baby just like you. Besides, you knew exactly what to do to keep him wrapped around your little finger. He may have been the daddy, but you pulled the reins.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 8000~

In Fleeting Touches & Airy Sighs

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Synopsis: As a wanted man, Helmut Zemo spends most of his time jumping from place to place in the hopes of avoiding a trip back to prison. Unfortunately, that means he can’t always be home in your arms. When he is, though, in the rare moments of calm, you’re reminded of just how worth it it’s been to wait, even if that wait was only shortened by the arrival of your enemies.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 35,700~

Two Bodies In The Rain

Synopsis: It was raining the day you finally had to admit your feelings to Helmut. You hated to tell him the way you did, under the grey skies as your blood pooled below you, but at least you knew, in the end, he had seen the real you, even just once. That was enough.

Rating: T

Word Count: 5600~

Rest

Synopsis: Living life on the lam with your escaped super-villain lover means things rarely slow down enough for a real rest. When the exhaustion starts to take its toll on you, though, he knows exactly what to do to ease the pain. He may not be a good man, but he’s a good husband when it counts.

Rating: T

Word Count: 3200~

American Horror Story

Jimmy Darling

Red Nights In Jupiter

Synopsis: At the end of another long day, you fall into bed with Jimmy Darling. The men you served throughout the day don’t matter then, nor do the coins in the mason jar by the door, or the women scheduled to attend Jimmy’s next Tupperware party. No, in that quiet darkness it’s just you and the man you love, bone-tired and happy to be home. Who could ask for more?

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3000~

James Patrick March

Heartsick

Synopsis: When you fall ill, James is given a forceful awakening about how he’s been neglecting your needs and what he must do to prevent harm from befalling you again.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3700~

In Sickness And In Health

Synopsis: Normally people don’t have their wedding and funeral on the same day, but you and James don’t quite have a normal relationship, do you? Besides, you wouldn’t wanna go any other way.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 5500~

Fallout 4

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Star Wars

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Assorted/Random

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Long Form Works/Series

Young Artist!Zemo AU

Chapter One: The Boy With The Easel

Synopsis: About a month into your first semester at Novi Grad’s top university, you finally meet the strange young man that you’ve taken to calling “easel boy” in the back of a bookshop. From a distance, he always seemed cold and aloof. As you get to know him, though, you realize things aren’t always what they seem.

Rating: T

Word Count: 7000~

Till Forever Falls Apart (A Peter Maximoff/Reader Series)

Chapter One: Welcome Home

Synopsis: As if getting thrown through the multiverse, trapped in an attic (albeit a cool one), mind-controlled to manipulate his grieving sister, and subsequently dragged out of Westview “for his own safety” by the FBI wasn’t enough, Peter Maximoff has now been shipped off to New York to live with a glorified baby sitter like some tragic orphan in a comic book until they find a way to get him back home. Things are not always as they seem, though, and this change might just be for the better.

Rating: T

Word Count: 2400~

Chapter Two: The Doctor Is In

Synopsis: Peter’s first few days in his new home are mostly uneventful, so he decides it’s the perfect time to dust off his running goggles and steal some shit. The building with the massive circular stained glass window seems like a great place to start! People with buildings that lavish are usually rich and weak, so what could possibly go wrong?

Rating: T

Word Count: 2800~

Chapter Three: It’s Always Been You

Synopsis: After a month of adapting to his new universe, Peter Maximoff can confidently say that he likes his new life more than his old one. Sure, he misses home sometimes, but he’s been far too busy flirting with his new roommate to spend time crying over the things he’s lost. Everything is smooth sailing until a strange journal in his roommate’s study leaves him with more questions than he knows what to do with. Now he’s on a mission to discover who he’s really living with before she has the chance to turn against him.

Rating: T

Word Count: 8600~

Chapter Four: Before You Go

Synopsis: Peter, after days of contemplation, has realized that part of him loves Y/N no matter what she is or what she’s been through. Unfortunately, he can’t find her anywhere. When she finally returns home with the intention of leaving again, Peter realizes it’s his last chance to tell her how he really feels. Will he succeed, or will he fail to be fast enough once again?

Rating: T

Word Count: 4000~

Chapter Four And A Half: Gimme Swayze

Synopsis: Now that the issue of Y/N leaving is out of the way, and Peter has finally kissed her, he falls into the motions of learning how to love someone for the first time. It’s easier than he thought it would be.

Rating: T

Word Count; 2600~

Cakes For The Evans: A Blogging And Baking Adventure!

Kai Anderson’s Disaster Cake

Hey you! If you’ve made it this far down the list, thanks for supporting me as an author! I’ll be linking my AO3 here. I post everything there shortly before I post it here, and there are some older fics there you might enjoy along the way! It’s also easier to drop comments over there and I keep them open for non-members, so give me a shout if you liked what I wrote!

I love you all, you make me so happy, and without you support I would never be motivated to write! Cheers!

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laurensxox · 3 years

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Fandom :: The Arcana

Pairing :: Julian Devorak x Reader (Not Apprentice)

Requested? :: no

Warning/s :: Julian's Route (Upright) and New Tale Spoilers, Named Apprentice, Female Reader, Chronic Illness, Swearing, Author is projecting their longing

Genre :: Angst

Summary :: Julian spends the night reminiscing over childhood memories and longing to go back to the past where he was in Nevivon again, playing as carefree as one can be with the one person he truly cared about other than his younger sister

Author's Note :: Stark, if you're reading this, I'm fighting you for this dramatic, self-sacrificing dumbdumb-

Song Inspiration :: Talking to the Moon by Bruno Mars

Portia's Cottage :: Just After Sundown

A chuckle left the auburn haired man as he watches Pasha relay stories of their childhood to their friends, informing them of how they were raised by a group of grandmothers and how their parents actually perished from a shipwreck caused by a rather strong storm. Mazelinka quickly add in how much of a troublemaker the two of them has become as the years pass by, didn't even waste the chance to tell them about the tooth fairy situation which caused Julian to go beet red in mild embarassment. Their friends were in no need to know that story!

Shaking his head, he let a more genuine smile form on his face. As embarrassed as he is right now, he was happy to see everyone laughing jovially without the fear of Lucio's plans with the Devil weighing on their shoulders. A warm sensation forms in his chest as he tries to hold in his laughter as Pasha nearly slips on her feet with her excitement to share their history. It was nice to be able to just laugh and and thrive in the positive energy inside the cottage! Even Muriel, their very introverted friend, seems to be relaxed as he lets Allen (Apprentice) braid his hair using flower stems while Asra leans on his side.

Looking at the trio and sensing the strong forming bond between Pasha and the Countess, Julian couldn't help the small pang of longing swell somewhere within himself. He couldn't stop his mind from pushing forward memories he tried to bury and lock away.

"Ilya, help! I'm slipping!"

"Don't worry, I'll catch you!"

The longing pang quickly turned to pain as the memories rushes back to the surface. He could feel his hand start to tremble as the formerly locked away memories barrels it's way to the front of his mind. Jumbled memories of playing tag and tending to scraped knees should have made him feel fond but it makes feel nothing but longing. Longing for a time and companionship he knows he'll never be able to have again.

Taking a deep breath, he hadn't noticed that he had closed his eyes until he opened them. With him being occupied with trying to stir himself away from the path of self-loathing once again, he hadn't noticed how quiet the cottage had gotten, its other residents looking at him with concerned eyes. Not even the Familiars scattered in the room made a noise.

He forced a laugh to ease the sudden change of atmosphere in the cottage, hoping it sounded convincing enough to clear the concern away from his family and friends' eyes. While he has come to terms that it's okay to ask and receive help instead of keeping things to himself, he still struggles with it. And it was obvious with the way he tries to act like he was okay, that he wasn't just bombarded with memories he doesn't want to remember.

"What is with that look, my dear friends? I am perfectly well, no worries!" he exclaimed, giving them his usual smirk and raised eyebrow, internally hoping it'll be enough to convince them that there was nothing to be concerned about. "There is nothing in this world that this handsome and smart devil can't handle!" His little comment about himself seems to be the right thing to say as his friends immediately rolled their eyes in fond exasperation. Although, by the look of his sister and honorary grandmother, he guessed that they have seen right through him and he can already see his funeral-

He gave a small sigh and let a small weary look replace his earlier expression, "I'll just head outside to take in a quick breath of fresh air," he said as he quickly exited the cottage before his two family member could say anything. Knowing that they'll probably just follow right after him, he quickly made his way away from the cottage and into the hedge maze by the palace gardens. It took him a while to get to the center but he was relieved to see it empty. Consul Valerius has taken to drinking his usual wine there in this time so he was quite happy to see that for once, the Consul broke his routine. He needed to be alone right now.

Taking a seat in one of the chairs surrounding a rounded table, he crossed his arms on the table and used it to rest his head upon. Taking another deep breath to calm his racing heart, he closed his eyes.

Maybe he needs to stop locking away these memories, he has only done so before due to his need to focus on finding the cure for the plague and then having to focus to not get caught by the patrolling palace guards when he was still a wanted convict. The memories and the longing for his childhood best friend used to be a big distraction for him while he was still working under Valdemar.

He didn't need to do any of those anymore... So maybe...

The soft rapid footsteps echoed in the small forest near the town of Nevivon, followed by the childish giggling of two children. Both children wore a tattered white sheet of cloth, the corners wrapped around their necks in a way that resembles that of a cape. Whilst in their heads rests crudely made paper crowns.

Young Julian and his best friend, (Y/N), were already considered too old for these kind of games by some of the grandmas and fellow children but the two gave them no mind, choosing to continue living in their fantasy world until they were truly too old for it.

The two children stopped once they have reached the center of the forest where a small meadow hides in. It was decorated by dozens of wild flowers and the breeze were always refreshing. The two has deemed this as their spot when they had first found it years ago, back when they were much younger.

They call the meadow as their kingdom, where they are the rulers, side by side as King and Queen. The wild flowers are their loyal subjects and sometimes, when Pasha joins them, she acts as their ambassador.

Young Julian kneeled as they reach the very center that they always keep clean, it was their designated throne room. The young boy carefully plucked a blue hued flower from the ground, he didn't know what kind of flower it was but it was pretty, a perfect gift for his 'Queen'

As if mocking the reminiscing man, right across from him and innocently clinging to the hedge wall was the very same flower that he had picked back then. He didn't know if he wants to sneer at it or be fond of it. He wished he has a glass of Salty Bitters right now, maybe he should have headed to Rowdy Raven instead of here.

"Would you have approved of the man that I have become, (Y/N)?" he whispered as he stares at the flower, as if it would miraculously turn into his childhood friend and answer him. Maybe that was possible? Allen did transform him into Asra back then, would the illusion work on a plant as well? But then again, that will be all it'll ever be. Just an illusion.

The grandmas all exchanged fond gazes as they watch their resident troublemakers sing songs with all their heart, their love for the dramatic was very much obvious at that moment.

Little Portia was banging on pots like drums by the sidelines, sometimes singing some lines as well when prompted by either her older brother or the girl she was starting to see as her older sister.

He stood up from his place and started to make his way out of maze. He wasn't going to go back in the cottage nor was he in any hurry, he just felt too restless to stay sitted in one place. He has gotten used to always moving around with all his running from guards and fighting a Major Arcana. But before he went back to trying to find his way in the maze, he stopped in front of the flower that he has been staring at.

It was a small flower with 6 petals that looks blue and violet at the same time, the bud in the middle was light green in color and it was the only flower growing in the hedge. From what Julian remembers, these flowers grow in bundles. So to see one so alone, well, it didn't help the growing hole inside him.

Gently plucking the flower like he did so in his childhood, he observed the flower a little more before making his way back into maze, taking the small flower with him. Surely, the Countess would not mind him plucking such a small wild flower, now would she?

Julian looked up from his book as he felt something soft being places om his hair, looking up, he saw (Y/N) placing what looks to be a bunch of flowers weaved together in a circlet manner on top of his head. Something similar on her own head as well.

"What are you doing, peanut?" he asked the girl, gently closing his book and waiting for the other to finish adjusting the flowers. He had taken to calling her 'Peanut' after he had caught her trying to sneakily take the peanuts in the communal pantry. He didn't snitch to the grandmas, of course.

"Just adjusting your flower crown, bum-bum" she answered, making small more adjustments before appearing satisfied that the flower crown both looks good and will surely stay on her friend's head when they begin to trek their way home later.

The Doctor surprisingly got out pretty easy, definitely faster than when he was first trying to get to the heart of the maze. Looking down at the flower, he let a sad smile adorn his face.

"I suppose even after all these years, you're still my lucky charm, huh, (Y/N)?" he mumbled under his breath, giving the one of the petals a small kiss before continuing to walk.

He didn't really have a destination, the palace grounds was vast and there are still some areas of it that he hasn't been to. Maybe a little exploring wouldn't hurt? He hopes Pasha wouldn't get too worried if he takes too long to get back to her cottage, he does often find himself in troubling situations.

"You know what? I wouldn't even ask how you manage to be in this situation." (Y/N) said, crossing her arms as she narrows her eyes at the boy dangling before her.

Julian had, at that moment, managed to get himself tangled in the vines surrounding the branches of the tree. Truth be told, he was trying to climb the tree in order to get fresh fruits for his sister and best friend. But when he finally managed to get on a branch, a crow suddenly flew out of its nest and caused him to go off balance, fortunately being caught by the vines, no matter how tangled up he got.

He wouldn't tell her that though, lord knows she wouldn't let him live it down.

"Why, my dear peanut, I was just trying to see how strong these vines are and if they would make a good rope!" It was honestly a good excuse for him, but apprently not good enough for (Y/N) as she just raised her eyebrow at him, clearly not believing him.

After a good bit of exploring, he manages to find himself near the fountains where he saw the trio couple making their way back to the palace. Were they on their way home already? How long has he been outside? Shaking his head, he called for their attention and made his way to them.

"Going home already?" he asked, raising a brow as he observes the many colorful flowers adoring Muriel's hair. It was quite a new look on the tall man but it surprisingly suits him. Seeing his friend give him a narrowed look, he moved his gaze to the two magicians.

"Yeah, I'm feeling quite a bit tired already and Asra wanted to do a quick inventory of the stocks we have left in the shop" Allen explained, moving to lightly keep their wild green hair out of their sight. It was getting a little long, they might need a cut soon. "Though, we don't plan to stay there for the whole night, just a quick inventory and dinner then straight to Muri's where we'll sleep for tonight" the apprentice added, giving the taller doctor a smile.

"I see, I see! Well, don't let me hold you back for any longer, have a safe walk home!" he exclaimed, moving to walk further before he was stopped by a gentle grip on his wrist. Turning back, he saw that it was Allen who held him back. He could see the concern swirling in their green eyes but the smile never faltered away from their face. "Yes, dear?" he asked.

"You know you can talk to us if there's something bothering you, right? You don't have to if you're not comfortable but just remember that we're here, okay?" Moved by their words, Julian pulled them into a sideway hug and let out a genuine laugh. He was so lucky to have his friends. Sometimes he still thinks he doesn't deserve them but he knew to keep it to himself for now. He didn't fancy sitting through another lecture session about his self worth by his sister again.

"Aw, Allen, don't you worry about lil 'ol me! I'm quite alright now!" That was a lie, he was far from alright, but his friend doesn't need to know that. "I may talk to Pasha and Mazelinka about it so no need to worry that cute little head of yours" That seemed to settle the Apprentice as they pulled away from the hug and gave his arm one last pat before moving to stand between their partners.

"You should do that now before Portia wears a hole in her carpet with how much she's pacing when we left" Asra said before he and the other two gave the auburn haired man one last wave and left.

Deciding to do as his magician friend said, he started his way back to his sister's cottage. Earlier was such a good day, it wouldn't do to plague his sister with worries and sour up the light mood. He already did that earlier before he walked out, best not make it worse.

Looking up at the dark sky, he smiled as he admires the scattered stars. It was a beautiful night, the full moon was giving the world such a soft look and it made things seem so peaceful. It made him feel like he was back to laying in the meadow near Nevivon. Like he was laying next to... Next to...

He wasn't able to wipe away his tears before they begun to fall down his cheeks. A sob fought its way out of his throat as he falls to a crouch.

Fuck, he wants to go back. He really really wants to go back-

Julian observed the wide sky and the many stars on them, it was a beautiful night and the night breeze was cold and as he lays on the equally cool grass of the meadow, it soothes his heated skin. It made him sigh in contentment, what more could he want?

Looking at his left, he smiled as he sees his sleeping sister. The little girl had decided to join them that night in their nightly star gazing but it didn't take long before she fell asleep, not used to staying up later than her bedtime. He'll have to carry her home later on.

The sight on his right took his breath away. Blush rushed to his face as he seems to see his best friend in a completely different light.

There, laying beside him, was (Y/N). The moonlight was softly hitting her face, and it made her (eye color) so much more brighter like gems, like the stars that littered the dark sky above them. Her laugh as she continues to talk about the astrology that she learned from Mazelinka, sounds like soothing bells to his ears.

Since when has his peanut became this... pretty?

He longs to be in her arms again, he longs to hear her voice again. No doubt it would still sound like music to his ears. He wants to make flower crowns again, he wants to play king and queen again, he wants to stargaze with her again, he wants to sneakily steal cookies, hangout by the hot springs, pick flowers for the grandmas, share lessons with Lilinka, he wants to...

He really wants to see her again.

Julian sat on her bed by her side, his hand gently holding her weaker and much fragile one, her illness eating away her strength. Her ring finger still holds the flower ring he had made earlier that week, it was already wilting but the girl refuses to take it off.

"I made up my mind." he said, breaking the solemn silence in the room. It made the other look at him curiously, waiting for him to elaborate.

"I'll take the offer to study medicine in Prakra" he explained, finally looking at his best friend and secretly, the girl who has his heart in her gentle grip for he doesn't think his bestfriend could ever be harsh, other than when she's twisting his ear for getting in trouble without her

But he can't, he knew he can't. She probably hates him, gotten word of his 'crimes' and no longer sees him as her best friend. But as a murderer, a plague doctor who assisted his superior on experimenting to dying plague victims in search of the cure.

She probably already has a family of her own now, has 3 children like she once said she wanted. Probably has a nice spouse that always makes her laugh and will never hurt her. A spouse that doesn't have their sins still haunting them in every step and breath they take.

"You're leaving me?" the pain in her voice was clear, she was hurt at the thought. They had planned to wait for her to be cured before they decide to go out of their hometown to travel, to study medicine like they always dreamed of.

"Not for long, I know we planned to study together but..." He took a deep breath, "I'm doing this for you, (Y/N), I want to study now for you"

Silence filled the room once again.

Julian clutched up at his coat, the place right over his heart where it hurts the most. He had completely fallen to his knees, tears continues to drip down to the ground from his eyes, his other hand gripping the ground.

Whispered apologies leaving his mouth over and over again.

"Promise me you'll come back? That you won't forget about me?"

Julian stared at his love's dull but hopeful (eye color) orbs, hisbhand momentarily leaving hers to gently caress her cheek.

"I'm so sorry... (Y/N), I'm so sorry..."

"I promise"

"I broke our promise... I'm so sorry, my love..."

[...]

Meanwhile, in the same meadow of Julian's memories, sits a much grown up version of the girl in his memories. Body trembling as sobs come right after one another, clutching a bundle of those same blue wildflowers to her chest. Her eyes tightly shut as tears falls to the ground of her childhood. The girl looked up, staring at the same moon that Julian was previously admiring.

"Where are you, Ilya? I thought you'll come back... You promised... You promised..."

Anyone interested in a reunion sequel? 👀

My apologies if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes, I just woke up when I finished this lol

Anyways, I hope you all liked this! Let me know what you think, don't be shy! 💙

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blxetsi · 3 years

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Hi there! I love your work!! So I know this sounds a little niche but, could we get headcanons for a reader in a polyamorous relationship with Hange and Miche please? Hope you’re having a really good day!

NO BEXAUSE IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEINE TO REQUEST POLYAMOROUS STUFF OMGGGGG 😭 ty for your service anon it means a lot 😔🙏

hange and mike dating headcanons (canonverse)

zoë hange x gn!reader x mike zacharias

warnings: polyamorous relationship, and titans ??, reader is kinda innocent ?? like just easily wound up

also this is going to be SO fucking long and focused on hange for the first long bit sorry !

btw this isnt rlly dating headcanons so much as backstory, how you met, and shit leading up to actually getting together i went so fucking overboard and went the complete opposite way of what you asked ill do a part two with ACTUAL dating headcanons if youd like anon just tell me and ill do it

- i think you wouldve worked for garrison originally

- in season one when hange started the experiments on sawney and bean thats when you would've met them

- you had been a big fan of their research studies for a while, so being in front of someone you thought was so cool was a little nerve wracking

- you had just became newly appointed as a captain for a garrison squad, being one of the youngest recruits to get the position, which also meant some people thought you couldnt handle the job

- you were good at telling others what to do, and guiding them when needed, you took over the leader role very quickly, you had to if you wanted to keep the position

- although you thought you were a good leader, others didnt

- specifically older members of garrison who thought because you were so young, youd be naive

- and since you were a garrison captain, you worked closely with hange and moblit during their experiments

- any request they made for supplies or anything, went through you and youd get it for them

- they needed more help ? youre requesting three soldiers to the experimentation zone immediately. anything they needed you helped with, because you liked helping

- hange had quickly grown fond of you, they were so thankful that you were so willingly to have your squad help them. you remember the brunette grabbing your hand and saying "thank you for your dedication to this project and to science !" while bowing multiple times

- as unsanitary and childish as it was,,, you didnt wash that hand for a day

- hange saw how some members of your squad treated you, and it may have irked them a bit

- causing them to rant to moblit while writing down research data

- "hange." "i just dont get it, why dont they say anything ? theyre so nice so why dont people respect them like they should-" "hange !" "what ?!" "youre writing down captain l/n's name on your page !" "so what ?!- wait what" this causes a night of bickering between the two of them 😐🤚

- when sawney and bean died hange was devastated. you had grown to like the section commander as a friend and respected them greatly, so to see their hardwork and research all go down the drain was hard

- you immediately went into leader mode and started ordering your squad around "listen up ! i want this whole perimeter checked and searched for any evidence to help us find out who did this." a couple members groaned, and one man, who was in his early thirties made a comment about it. "theyre just stupid fucking titans. we're supposed to kill them, not keep them alive for some freak to experiment on them."

- yknow,, looking back on it maybe you shouldnt have went off on them the way you did, but you did because not only was the man questioning your authority and orders, he was blatantly disrespecting a section commander. "i am your captain. i am your leader. you will respect me, and you will listen to me. you either do i say or youll be suspended and taken off my squad immediately. and that goes for everyone ! do i make myself clear ?" you shouted. the man who had talked back raised his eyebrows, youd never once yelled or demanded things be done in a manner like this, and it clearly shocked him when you stood up for yourself.

- a bunch of murmurs came from your squad and you dismissed them, but not before stepping in front of your soldier in front of everyone. "between you and me ? you should be discharged for not only your blatant disrespect and defiance to me for months now, but also for your innapropriate and degrading comments about section commander hange. you wanna pull some shit like this in the future, not just to me but to anybody ? you should kiss your position in garrison squad goodbye, since youre too childish to keep your thoughts and opinions to yourself. now grow the fuck up and go do what ive asked please." the man looked scared as he stared at you, no one had seen you act like this before, his jaw clenched as he nodded and walked off, the rest of your squad dispersing with him

- you didnt notice hange calling your name until you felt their hand on your shoulder. you turned around and saw their sympathetic gaze on you. "thank you for defending me. are you okay ?"

- you rubbed the back of your neck and answered. "honestly ? i feel kind of bad, like i embarassed him or something." the survey corps leader tilted their head back as they laughed. "youre so kind y/n, but im proud of you." the comment, although lighthearted, struck a cord with you

- a couple days later you were requested to meet with not only the section commander but commander smith, as well as your superior, dot pixis

- the meeting only lasted about thirty minutes, but hange had boasted about not only your leadership skills but also your knowledge and ideas on various sciences. erwin decided to offer you a position to work under hange, and dot pixis agreed to have you transferred to the survey corps if you agreed.

- did your decision have to do with your crush on hange ? maybe. would you ever admit it ? no.

- pixis explained to you that youd be honorably disharged from the garrison regiment before being moved to the scouts' headquarters in trost

- you surprisingly got along well with others there. working in hanges squad was fun, and even though you were demoted from a captain back to a cadet you didnt mind

- hange had offered to share as much knowledge as they could with you, which led you to be in their office (as messy as it was) after work hours

- and thats where you met mike

- well, got to know him

- hange introduced you two when you first joined and the first thing the section commander did was NOT shake the hand you held out for him but to lean down and sniff around your hair and neck

- your face felt hot as you stuttered over your words, thrown off by his,,, unique, greeting

- hange and laughed and lightly pushed him away, before explaining to you that thats just what mike did

- back to being in hanges office

- for nights on end youd stay up together in their office, two chairs huddled beside one another while you read through books of research, not just from hange but from published scientists and anthropologists too

- mike had started joining you two only three days after you and hange started

- he would stay quiet, but would sit next to hange making them be sandwiched by the two of you

- after that you started to notice him more often

- down the halls he'd send you a small smile, which you brightly returned

- sometimes he'd be in charge of training that day, and he would wordlessly help you position your arms to properly block or punch when sparring with other members

- then he started bringing tea when he would come and listen to you and hange discuss different theories, articles and information together

- you didnt even know the two were dating until you accidentally walked in on them in hange's office

- they werent doing anything dirty, just giving each other a kiss, but you had walked in on them with a stack of papers captain levi told you to give to hange.

- you kinda,, stood there, slackjawed, while the two pulled apart slowly to look at you. hange had a mischievous grin on their face while mike just gave you a blank stare

- you dropped the papers. the stack of documents levi tasked you to give to hange. you dropped them. How Embarassing.

- your face began to feel hot not just from seeing them but also because youre embarassing yourself by dropping the papers and just standing there like an IDIOT

- "uh,,, i- captain levi said to give you those documents you requested." your voice cracked at the end making you wince

- "you mean the documents that are spread out on my floor now ?" hange asked. you looked between them and the floor, then at mike, then back to the floor than back at hange. "yes." you said, and you could feel that warmth in your face spreading to your ears now too. "im sorry." you exclaimed, your voice sounding strained as you quickly walked backwords and closed the door in front of you

- you started avoiding hange and mike after that, and became hyper aware of everything that they did. they were TAUNTING YOU 🙄 you could feel it

- instead of small smiles in the halls, after you started ducking your head down when you saw mike, he would now give you head pats when you crossed him

- hange would let their hand linger on your shoulder or side as they shuffled past you during meetings or experiments, and would come closer than usual when handing you documents

- mike would give you teasing smiles when you got your ass handed to you during sparring

- and finally you were fed up ! did this count as workplace harassment ? you didnt know but you wanted answers ! so you went to the source, hange's room after dinner

- you didnt bother knocking, you just walked in with your eyes closed

- hange giggled, "what are you doing y/n ?" "making sure im not walking into something i shouldnt be seeing, section commander." "by that do you mean the kiss mike and i shared ?" "yes." "well we're not kissing right now." they said, and you peaked one eye open to be sure they werent lying, and they werent !

mike stood up from his chair and slowly made his way past you, closing the door. you took a deep breath before throwing all of your word vomit on blond and brunette duo. "so i dont know why you guys think teasing me like this is fun, but it isnt. it makes me flustered and nervous and feel weird and im not sure if it counts as abuse of power but i dont like it so it needs to stop." you huffed in a big breath of air after saying all of that, and hange rested their head in their hands.

"y/n do you have a crush on me ?" they asked. their voice was soft but they still had that stupid smile on their face. you could feel your face getting warmer by the second. your mouth opened and closed but no words came out.

" i uh, im gonna leave now." you turned around but hit something hard, and looked up at mike looking down on you, a smirk on his face. he put his hands on your shoulders and turned you back around to hange, walking the two of you over to their desk. he gave you a slight push, causing you to put your hands on the desk and lean on it, while mike kept his hands on you to keep you from running.

hange leaned into you, your noses barely touching. "i only ask because, mike and i have grown very fond of you." they said. you nodded a little bit, the tips of your noses brushing against each other.

"yeah well, id be a little sad if my superiors didnt like me, that would be kind of bad." you replied.

"can i kiss you ?" they asked.

and now is when your brain really stops functioning. thoughts fill your mind of mike and his relationship to hange. are they actually together or is it a friends with benefits kind of thing ?

"i uh, i cant kiss you." you replied, a bit breathlessly caused by both section commanders.

"why not y/n ?"

"well i'm not a cheater, or a homewrecker. i mean i assume that you and mike are together so, im not going to kiss someone in a relationship." you stammered out. this was making you very nervous, butterflies errupting in your stomach. you knew they were just teasing you, goofing around to make you flustered, but a part of you hoped youd be able to kiss hange, and maybe mike for that matter.

they chuckled a bit, before their brown eyes looking behind you to mike's towering form. "honey, can you tell y/n its okay if they kiss me ?" they asked. mike let out a small laugh through his nose before leaning down.

"only if y/n promises to give me a kiss afterwards." he whispered. he pressed a faint kiss to your temple, and you shivered from the contact. he was warm, very warm, and even though it was such a small amount of contact it did so many things to you.

you gulped before bringing your eyes back to hange. you looked to their eyes, and then to their lips, and continued that pattern silently in hopes theyd understand. you didnt want to be teased anymore ! you wanted something to happen.

hange got the hint and smirked, before leaning in again and lightly brushing her lips against yours. theirs were soft compared to mikes chapped ones, and the kiss was so slow, so innocent, it had you leaning in for more. it was a slow, lazy kiss, a kiss to test the waters, it helped calm your nerves, but also made your nerved explode with heat.

finally the researched pulled away, and put their hands on your cheeks, squishing them to pucker your lips, before giving a kiss to your forehead, nose and lips one last time. they let go with a soft smile on their face, and a blush of their own.

you could feel mike press his body down against yours, making your knees buckle slightly. he took his right hand off your shoulder to place it on hange's cheek, thumbing over the red pigmentation. he then turned your head up and to the side, before giving you a kiss of his own. this one was a bit more dominating, hard. his chapped lips scratched against your own but you didnt mind. in a weird way it made you feel at ease, having him take control of it, the same way hange did but his was just more, needy.

he pulled back with a shaky breath and looked at you before looking at hange. "so y/n," hange began. they stood up and made their way around the table, mike pulling himself and you up straight so hange could sit on the edge, pulling you in to stand between their legs. being sandwiched in between mike and hange made you so aware of them, and even though you were very new to something like this you felt weirdly safe and secure. "mike and i genuinely care about you, and we want to be with you the way that we're with each other. would you like that ?"

honestly, how could you say no ?

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prettywarriors · 3 years

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Ok ill bite whats the worst mg series

alright, whats the worst magical girl series in your opinion?

Thanks you two for letting me do some yelling. The obvious guess would likely be one of the recent edgelord shows right? Magical Girl Site or something similar? But nay I say, for while MGS and Day Break Illusion and such and what not generally tell you what to expect right away. Don't like super violence and suffering? Watch something else is the clear message from the get go. One of the bait and switch series then like Madoka or maybe Yuki Yuna? For what faults they may or may not have, at least these series do something and are interesting, even if you're not huge on what goes down in the series. A parody then? They range from affectionate to banned in New Zealand but regardless of quality and their feelings for MGs, it's a parody. It's a joke and shouldn't be taken seriously (plus they're usually short so you can just forget about them forever).

So what makes a series terrible then, I am sure you are asking. IMO? Setting expectations for an interesting and enjoyable series, and then dashing them to hell.

Come with me below the cut, as I talk about Key Princess Story: Kagihime Eternal Alice Rondo!

Spoilers abound so if you care about those for a 15 year old series, click away.

Background: Kagihime was a 4 volume manga that ran from 2004-2006 that was picked up for a 13 episode anime adaptation near the end of its run. The manga is created by a pair (Kaishaku) who you may know for making Magical Nyan Nyan Taruto. Kannazuki no Miko, and Steel Angel Kurumi, and the anime had a script written by the same writer (Mamiko Ikeda) for Tenshi Ni Narumon who also did some script writing for Princess Tutu and Seven of Seven. The anime also had 6 character music videos which are fairly simple but a nice addition to the series for the main girls. Discotek has been publishing the anime in the states in recent years, and the manga was brought over by *squints at book spine* Dr Master Publications.

The Premise: Girls transform and enter weird outside of reality spaces to fight each other with giant keys to take each other’s stories to create a third Alice In Wonderland story.

Well, an off-brand Alice story written by Alternate L. Takion, rather than Lewis Carroll/Charles Dodgson, that while the series uses all the aesthetic hallmarks of the tradition Alice, the little we see of the in universe Alice story is clearly different. Which is fine, at the end of the day, it’s still about someone who loves the Alice stories and wishes there was more, and even makes his own fanfiction version. His? Oh yeah, while the girls do all the fighting, the main character is Aruto, a teen boy who loves Alice, and for reasons we don’t know till late game, can enter the liminal spaces that the ‘Alice Users’ fight in. He chases a girl who looks like the Alice he sees in his story, who is named Arisu, and gets roped into this fanfic battle royale. He is also the older brother of the very needy Kirihara, who also ends up being and Alice User. As does Kirihara’s bff Kisa. To round out the group of enemies-turned-friends-who-will-work-together-to-collect-the-Eternal-Alice-without-having-to-fight-eachother group is a young genius researcher Kirika who wants to know more about Aruto’s connection that allows him to enter the spaces where the girls fight.

Then there’s all the other girls, some of whom still have real importance to the story and some who have a few panels or 2 scenes total. But with a whole bunch of girls to design, the creators reached out to a whole lot of other people to have them create designs! Eventually the battle gets down to the last few girls, there’s a confrontation with the guy running the whole thing, and while the anime and manga vary quite a bit the whole time, in both version Aruto ends up with Kirihara. Oh and Arisu was created by Aruto’s super imagination powers.

The Promise: Here on is subjective, particularly with what I personally saw as potential from this series. because I need you to understand how much I want to like this series.

~Alice in Wonderland themed: I know some people aren’t alice fans and that’s fine you do you but as a big alice fan this is great. We have a few alice episodes and themed characters amongst series like CCS and MGRP, and even Alice themes in other series like Tweeny Witches and Alice 19th. But damn it I am down for Alice series.

~Giant Keyyyyyyyys: Yeah yeah Kingdom Hearts but these keys are much more staff like for a lot of the characters which ads and air of elegance rather than the KH ones that for me at least feel well designed for big ol props rather than actual weapons. We also get...

~Weapon variety: It counts as a key if it’s a thorn whip that can be shaped like a key right? How about a giant pocket knife? Crossbows can also be keys. Hush. And we have this variety because

~Guest Artists: For magical girl series where we have a variety of outfits designed by different people, we have Kagihime, Uta~Kata, and uhh I guess Magia Record? But that’s a mobile game with a hella number of characters and with how mobile game works I wouldn’t count it just because it’s less the intent of the series to have variety and more the nature of having lots of girls. (Precure doesn’t count because unless I missed a memo each season’s set is still by one designer). If a series isn’t about a team and therefore doesn’t need cohesion, bringing in other artists is a great way for variety and new looks.

~The long term goal: Fighting with other people who love the same piece of media you do in hopes of creating new material that will be viewed as official? That’s just fandom nowadays. But it’s a legitimate interesting concept, and opens up so many doors for a message for the series, be it ‘what you create is no less valuable than the canon work’ or ‘it’s hard to let go when something you love doesn’t have more to it but you can still love it for what it is’ or ‘bond with the people who like the thing you like ya idiot instead of fighting about it’. The concept is interesting and there are so many narrative ways you can take this.

~Gays: Between the anime and manga, we have at least 5 wlw. Is it a magical girl series without some gays? (side note- the manga had a short thing where the MC wears a girl’s uniform and is pretty comfortable in it and while there is no way this was the intent, between that and the emphasis on the stories that live in girls and how the fight zones have no men, I’m just saying, Trans girl Aruto.)

~Greater Fairy Tale Premise: We meet a Little Match Girl based MG who is obsessed with Andersen rather than the Alice books, and touch on a Sleeping Beauty character in the manga. The manga at least implies that classic stories and fairy tale authors uh. Live on in a liminal space as immortals with world warping powers within that world and there could be opportunities for other girls in the real world to fight for Little Mermaid 2: Electric Boogaloo.

The Good: Everything has positive points, no matter how bad it is.

~Character Designs: Some of those looks slap. As do most of their weapons.

~Backgrounds: I have a strong opinion on backgrounds in anime that can be easily boiled down to old watercolor backgrounds good, modern filtered photos as background bad, and as a 2006 series, this might not be Memole nice but they’re quite attractive.

~Splash Pages: Easily my favorite thing after the designs, each chapter’s title page for the manga just has a character standing in a setting. Which is not everyone’s thing I’m sure but it’s a nice simplistic way to let the characters breathe imo. Even if at least some of the settings were deffo traced. But that’s how backgrounds work to some extent? If I ever get to the Met again, I am tracking down this exact photo, but here is a likely candidate for an example.

~Different Versions: I do not understand the need to make an adaptation that tries to be a 1:1. Kagihime had the same ideas and characters and did some of the same beats but very much had a different finale story and a lot of changes in the middle (like the Alice cops in the manga). Again, not something everyone probably wants I’m sure, but I very appreciate this, especially since the Anime kept good pace with the number of Manga chapters (reading the manga again while watching the anime at 3.8x speed just now was very interesting to see the different interpretations of events in a different medium.)

The ‘Fine’: Yeah.

~Anime Visuals: Look 2006 was still early enough into digipaint that I will give it a total pass on these. The colors are too bright but in a very bland way, the lineart is nothing interesting, and the faces are. Iffy. But it’s not total garbage to look at (probably helped by backgrounds and character designs...) it just came out in an era where not enough people knew how to stylize things to account for the weakness of the tools of the time. (It was 4 years earlier but I feel Kagihime is the polar opposite of Chobits with its painfully bland color palette while still being just. Flat. Sorry for the drive by Chii.)

~Music?: There sure were songs. Obviously, they are nothing to me.

The Bad: CW for.... somehow all the big things to an extent.

~Fanservice: Look, I am fine with fanservice, especially for a series that’s, ya know, not targeted at kids, big Mai Hime fan here even if I would recommend skipping the panty thief episode. And honestly the series generally isn’t fanservicey, at least by the modern standards of having the camera choosing under the skirt rather than an over the shoulder shot like I’ve seen plenty in other shows. Even the sexier outfits like the rose whip dominatrix aren’t bad BUT. When the girls fight. One takes her phallic key and drives it into another girls chest between the boobs while the loser cries in pain and then her book comes out and when the victor rips out pages, the loser’s clothes also rip. It is very SuperS Amazon Trio assault metaphor-y. There’s also a bit of fanservice with the sister becauseeeee....

~Incest: If you read the premise up there, first wow good job because I’m sure not re-reading that, you might have noticed I said MC ends up with his sister. As someone who is a big mythology fan and watches plenty of anime, I have a decent tolerance for your obligatory ‘oh we’re siblings but actually cousins so our feelings are okay’ or whatever the fuck Citrus has going on I don’t know that series and I don’t vibe BUT. I have limits and boy did this series go beyond that because multiple episodes are dedicated to the sister being in love with the brother? And the brother returns her feelings but knows that they are wrong so he put everything he likes in his sister into his version of Alice who, of course, physically manifests as Arisu who he creates accidentally with his uh. Magic imagination powers. But again in both versions MC still ends up with his sister. Hey, at least the manga eventually said the boy was adopted when the sister was like, 3, so if nothing else no blood relations? The anime did not ad this. -_-

~Under Utilized Characters: Arisu’s gradual revelation that she has no childhood memories because she isn’t a real person is so interesting and they don’t do nothing with it but also? That’s the kind of thing I personally would love to dig into and Kagihime, while touching on this world shattering revelation, easily loops back to So Anyway She Should Fight For The Man and to hell with developing a life or personality outside of what has been written for her. The rest of the main 5 were 2 note characters which. Could be worse? The most interesting character ends up being the child genius who accidentally murdered her childhood bestie (and/or lover? depending on version) and her coming to terms with that (the friend is alive but the version changes how and why she thinks she’s dead). Then the villain has the motivation of ‘i lost my creativity and now have become an immortal living outside of normal space and am getting girls to fight each other because that’s like a story so I’m still relevant right?’. But shoutout to the anime for then taking death of the author literally. The numerous other girls are canon fodder outside of like. The manga version of the dead gf and the little match girl.

~Battle Royale: This is not a thing I have an issue with generally. Again, but Mai Hime fan, I need to read MGRP 11, BUT by not developing the non-main girls there is no emotional connection which makes them just canon fodder and that’s boring as sin for a royale system. The initial main character fights revolve so much around the MC guy being there that they fall flat, and the 2 or 3 final battles in both versions still feel without any stakes. Also for a royale thing most of the characters don’t actually die, which cool! Neat! Except when they do? Some nobodies and a somebody are murdered (at least in the manga) and the tone never feels like it’s supposed to be upping the stakes, it’s just. Some people are dead now. And do you want to guess which of the main characters died?

~Gays: Oh boy the best friend of the brother-complex sister is in love with her and (in the manga) dies. She does apparently get better for the last chapter but the death itself is only felt by the rest of the cast for a page or two before we go back to feeling sad big brother wants to kiss his mentally generated sister clone rather than his actual sister u_u. Bury your gays is nothing new, but I wonder if it was also intended to be justified because Guess Who Is Creepy and a bit Perverted? Oh look the lesbian keeps the used swimsuit of her beloved and manipulates events to get an indirect kiss and when she sees the sister trying to strange Arisu for a moment she decides to do it for the sister? It’s not good. You want bad gay rep in a magical girl series, well here ya go. We also had a nobody in the first(second?) episode whose story pages reveal her having a kiss with a girl, and then we also have the prodigy again and- in the manga- her. Uh. childhood lover who she thought she killed but the girl has been wiping her mind over and over so prodigy remembers ‘killing’ the friend and not the she’s alive so she can keep? fucking with her? Toxic!

~Sexual Content: But wait you say, you already covered fanservice! Ah but that is sexual content for titilation. This is sexual content for dramatic backstory! The red riding hood character was sexually assaulted, another character was manipulated into sex first as a teen and then more often to ‘get into the publishing industry’, and the same writer forces some aggressive kisses on the MC. None of it is gratuitous which is nice, but also, was it necessary? Not making a new point for this but read riding hood’s dog was also murdered so unnecessary animal death gets tossed on in there.

~Male Lead: You can have a male, non magical character as the main character surrounded by magical girls. This is not how to do it. If I can make a vicious and hopefully not understood reference, Aruto is basically Tate from the Mai Hime Manga. If you understood that, I am so sorry. If you didn’t, congrats! Don’t read the manga. Or do and send me asks about the iconic final page of the first volume (18+). Anyway, this dude is boring, everything revolves around him, BUT I’ll be generous and say at least this isn’t a harem series? It looks like it out of context but it’s just a triangle with a fun attached scientist and token lesbian.

~Premise: They didn’t make good use of it. The initial goals of ‘take other girls pages from their soul books because if we get enough we unlock a third alice book’ is good! And then we add the twist that that was never going to happen and either if we get all the pages we can grant a wish, or these fights are just happening for the amusement of and asshole. Either way, yeah okay I guess. But at no point do we ever achieve this forbidden wish granting book and the asshole just. Lives. Nothing happens to him. His peers don’t even dunk on him. The only real changes from the beginning and the end of the series are: the siblings are now chill with dating, and the scientist lady won’t turn into a child in magical spaces. Oh. Yeah.

~Why did we make this adult a child sometimes?: I think we know why. Stop trying to get those types of folks to watch your already meh series. I also could have sworn at points in the past looking up images for this series I’ve seen extra art for Yuuri the Thumbelina-y Alice User that seemed like it would fit alongside anything by POP. You know, the Moetan guy. If you don’t know, god I wish that were me.

Wrap Up: I have definitely forgotten some points and am well within my rights to ad to this whenever I remember more points but uh. Yeah.

Listen you want an alice themed battle royale with nice outfits? Rozen maiden is right there. Battle Royale magical girl series that’s good with fanservice? Mai Hime. Series with different outfits while being based on a classic story? Pretear.

Hope anyone who read all of this at least got what I was saying, even if they don’t agree with it. And thanks for reading because whoops.

#why do ya'll let me write so damn many words #thanks ya'll for letting me write so many words #kagihime eternal alice rondo #long post #text #not fashion #whoops 3k words

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tanoraqui · 4 years

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uhh please enjoy this rough draft of the first half of chapter two of Iron, Blood, and Grave Dirt, aka the demon baby!A-Yuan au

0. Lan Wangji arrives at the Burial Mounds too late to find A-Yuan, but not too late to see Jiang Cheng and the YunmengJiang disciples flying away with him. He follows.

He waits, bleeding and aching, for night. It doesn’t take long - Lotus Pier isn’t far from Yunmeng, as the sword flies, but the day has already been long. When the sect compound quiets, Lan Wangji slips in.

He is spotted almost immediately. He is clumsy with pain and grief, and Jiang Cheng has not trained his people to be incautious of intruders. Through sheer force of will, he (mostly) does not lean on the alarmed disciple who offers him an arm, a seat, a bed in the infirmary, Hanguang-jun?!?

It’s easier when Jiang Cheng stalks into sight, because Lan Wangji is fueled by determination and fear and rage and love and just a little bit of spite.

He may never know what in his face - his posture? his mere presence? - makes Jiang Cheng’s eyes widen in realization. He will certainly never realize that Jiang Cheng’s voice cracks more with betrayal than fury when he says, “You? You knew?”

He dismisses his disciples with a sharp wave of one hand and Lan Wangji stays standing because he is bleeding and broken but his hand is on Bichen’s hilt, he will fight if he has to, because -

“Wei Yuan.”

“Is my nephew, and you are not touching him.” Zidian throws off sparks.

It’s a testament, frankly, to Jiang Cheng’s mental and emotional disarray, that Lan Wangji is the first to realize that they do not need to kill one another in defense of the same child, because Lan Wangji is, as discussed, bleeding and broken and 3 steps from passing out.

“He needs to be...hidden,” he says.

Jiang Cheng laughs with bitterness so vast it can only be folded and compressed to rage, like steel folded into a sword, and waves a handful of papers bent in one fist. At Lan Wangji’s stone-faced bafflement, he loosens his grip and smooths them out, and shows off the familiar handwriting. Unfamiliar designs, but recognizable concepts.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji breaths without a thought.

“I went looking in his room for- some sort of explanation,” says Jiang Cheng. “Found this half-baked thing - it’ll disguise resentful energy as spiritual, if- when I finish it.” (The sort of invention that would get the Yiling Patriarch accused of villainy and deception from the eastern sea to the western heavens, but both of them know that’s not the reason for it.)

“Will you?” says Lan Wangji (and can you as well; both rude, but the older Lan Wangji grows, the less time he has for politeness.)

Jiang Cheng nearly spits at him, and for once, that is answer enough.

Here’s where, in another timeline, Lan Wangji might collapse and need a bed to lie on, or Jiang Cheng might look him over and offer one, and the Second Jade of Lan might spend his seclusion, very quietly, at Lotus Pier. This is not one of those timelines, though. In this one, Jiang Cheng looks him over and maybe, maybe he thinks about it - but instead he bunches the paper up in his fist again and drops it to his side, and says gruffly and almost kindly, “Go home, Lan-er-gongzi. Can you make it?”

Lan Wangji doesn’t waste his effort nodding.

“Good. Then go. You being here will only raise more questions.” As an act of mercy he says, “Wei Yuan has a fever, but it’s probably some fucky demonic thing, not real illness. He’s - ” his face twists - “strong. I’ll send you a message when he pulls through.”

1. Wei Yuan is still bedridden when he receives his first (remembered) assignment from his sect leader (that isn’t “go to sleep” or “eat your soup” or boring stuff like that). But he’s been permitted to sit up and provided pencils and paper with which to draw, so long as he does both without either getting up further or making enough noise to wake the baby (again). He’s doing it all fantastically, singing softly to himself in accompaniment to the story he’s drawing about two butterflies who are friends, when actually it’s shushu who breaks the quiet.

Wei Yuan looks up in shocked delight. “That was a bad word!”

“Oh shut the- ” Shushu, who is also Sect Leader Jiang, takes a deep breath and puts aside the papers he’s been reading, in chair near Wei Yuan’s bed. He eyes Wei Yuan sitting attentively with his lapdesk, and the baby (Jin Ling, Wei Yuan’s cousin) in the crook of his own arm, and opens his mouth to shout for a servant - than looks again at the sleeping baby. At Wei Yuan. He releases the shout as a slow, quiet, exhale.

Very carefully and slowly, without adjusting the angle of his bed-arm almost at all, he stands, walks over, and puts the baby down on the bed next to Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan holds perfectly still. He doesn’t even breathe. Jin Ling squirms a little, and shushu takes Wei Yuan’s arm and tucks it around his fuzzy head, so Jin Ling still has something to nestle into. Possibly even shushu holds his breath as Jin Ling quiets again.

“Don’t move,” shushu instructs quietly and quickly. “Don’t let him move, except to wiggle or whatever. I’ll be right back, I’m just going to go get a couple reports from my room. If he wakes up and starts crying, shout for help.”

He pauses and adds, “Breathe, A-Yuan.”

Wei Yuan takes in a deep, gasping breath, and immediate tries to calm it so the baby doesn’t notice.

“Got it?” asks shushu.

Wei Yuan nods as furiously as possible without moving anything below the neck. Shushu gives him a serious nod and slips silently out of the room.

(Wei Yuan doesn’t...remember either his uncle or his cousin, or Lotus Pier or much anyone or anything else. Shushu and the doctor say the second thing is okay because he’s never actually met Jin Ling before, and anyway Jin Ling is so little that he doesn’t remember anything at all; and the first and third are okay because he had a bad fever and it hurt his head, and so long as he can still remember things like words and how to draw butterflies, and kind of remembers enough that he never thought to be scared of waking up in Lotus Pier with a grumpy uncle beside his bed, then that’s okay. And they also say it’s very impressive that he can count to three, which is satisfying.)

2. “I’m Chifeng-zun!”

“I’m Sandu Shengshou!”

“You always get to be Sandu Shengshou - I want to be Sandu Shengshou!”

“Fine - I’ll be Lianfang-zun!”

“I’m Hanguang-jun!”

“Don’t be stupid,” scoffs A-Jiao, and pulls the sword-shaped stick from his hands. “You have to be the Yiling Patriarch.”

“Who says!” Wei Yuan demands, and grabs the stick back. “Gimme Bichen!”

“Everyone says!” A-Jiao refuses to let go, and gives it a good hard yank for good measure. “You look like him, my mama said, and he’s your dad and you’re weird!”

It’s one of the weeks when Jin Ling is at Carp Tower, is the problem. Those weeks are always the worst. When Jin Ling is here, Wei Yuan can bounce happily between training and lessons and playing with Jin Ling, and nobody complains at all. When Jin Ling gone, Wei Yuan has to try to play with the other kids, the couple in the sect and the varying dozen who run around the market while their parents tend stalls. It’s pretty much always terrible.

He lets go of the stick abruptly and lets A-Jiao stumble back.

“Fine!” he shouts. “I don’t want to play Sunshot anyway! It’s stupid!”

Jiang Cheng finds him a couple hours later, sitting in a corner rather than eating dinner with the other young disciples like he should be.

“What are you doing?” he demands. “What’s this I hear about you shoving a girl in the market?”

“I didn’t - ” Wei Yuan redirects his scowl to his knees (it’s not a very good scrowl, anyway. There’s too many tears hovering at the corners of it.) “Sorry, Jiang-zongzhu.” (It’s Jiang-zongzhu when he’s yelling, especially if Jin Ling isn’t here.) (Wei Yuan can call him shushu sometimes, but not Jiang-shushu, because he makes a Face and then snaps at everyone even more than usual.)

“Hrmph,” says Jiang Cheng, because there’s clearly, like, Feelings happening here, and that’s bullshit. “Are you still wearing that necklace I gave you?”

“Yes, Jiang-zongzhu.” Wei Yuan brushes his hand along the chain and pulls the pendant out for inspection. It’s not especially pretty, just a few lotus seeds carved with marks indicipheravle through the thick lacquer that glues them together. It makes him feel a little better and a little worse, because it’s something his father, the Yiling Patriarch made for him, a protection charm that shushu found (he says) in a pile of Wei Wuxian’s things, and passed on to Wei Yuan.

“Good,” says Jiang Cheng. “Now, if you have a problem with anyone, show them up by getting your butt to dinner and eating well, and going to bed early, and being better than the rest of them in training tomorrow. And every day after that. That’s the only real way to get people to shut up.”

Wei Yuan looks up with a little bit of hope in his eyes.

“And you’ll be waking up early to kneel for an hour, because YunmengJiang disciples don’t shove girls in the marketplace. What are you waiting for, go! You want all the food to get cold?”

3. Wei Yuan thinks that maybe the Second Jade of Lan is heartbroken, that Wei Yuan doesn’t recognize him. It’s very hard to tell - there’s the slightest widening of his eyes, the tiniest downturn of his mouth - but that very reticence of expression is what makes Wei Yuan think that even the little he sees probably says quite a lot.

“This one apologies, Hanguang-jun,” he says with as formal a bow as he knows. “I had a fever, when I was little. I don’t remember a lot, from before I was four.”

Lan Wangji remains silent.

“I’m seven now,” Wei Yuan says helpfully, straightening, because he just had his birthday and he’s proud of the fact.

“You have grown,” Lan Wangji manages, because that’s certainly one of the things that is leaving him frozen.

Wei Yuan beams up at him. “I’m 120 centimeters tall!”

“And you are...well?”

(It’s...possible that Lan Wangji had entertained himself, from time to time in the last three years, with thoughts of striding into Lotus Pier the second he was free of “seclusion” and being instantly greeted by Wei Yuan flinging himself into his arms. Wei Yuan would be simultaneously weeping with yearning and beaming with pure joy, that wide smile that was so very much Wei Wuxian’s even when nothing else about their faces looked particularly the same (except the eyes, the ghost-pale eyes). Wei Yuan would cry that Jiang Wanyin was a wholly inadequate guardian and beg to go back to Gusu with Lan Wangji, or maybe to travel around doing righteous things, and in the truly extravagant dreams, he’d say that before leaving him in the tree, Wei Ying had confessed that - )

“I’m very well, thank you!” Wei Yuan says with perfect manners, and beams Wei Wuxian’s smile. “I...” He looks around uncertainly. “I was doing sword practice, but I guess that’s...over?”

“LAN WANGJI!” comes a familiar bellow as Jiang Cheng stalks into the training yard, a couple junior and senior disciples at his heels. Others have clustered at the edges of the yard pushed back by more or less the force of Lan Wangji’s focused attention. It is...possible that Lan Wangji carried out the first part of his daydreams without thought, striding (barging) into Lotus Pier without warning and not stopping until he found Wei Yuan and confirmed that he was -

He blinks. “You plan to wield a spiritual - ”

Jiang Cheng grabs the interfering idiot in white by the elbow and pinches hard enough to bruise, and hisses in his ear, “Don’t you dare fucking tell him.”

4. Jin Ling sprinted down the corridor, shrieking gleefully at the top of his lungs.

“I’m gonna get you! I’m gonna get you!” Wei Sizhui hollered at his heels. “I’m gonna - ”

“HEY,” Jiang Cheng broke off conversation with a disciple to bellow, as both boys skidded to a halt. “Do you think this is a playground? A race course? Shouldn’t you both be in lessons right now?” In fact he knew they should be, Jin Ling with learning letters with his brand-new tutor and Wei Sizhui in basic talisman class with the other young disciples, under Yang Bozhao’s watchful eye.

“Lessons are boring,” Jin Ling said promptly, though he had the grace to look shifty.

“Many apologies,” Wei Sizhui said much more politely and a little out of breath with laughter, half a step behind him. “A-Ling wanted to play, and Yang-shixiong said we may have a stretch break - ”

“So you run screaming through the halls of my ancestors?” Jiang Cheng snapped. “A-Ling, back to your tutor - I’m sure she’s looking for you.” Though how the woman could’ve missed the trail of shouting, he couldn’t imagine. “Wei Sizhui, you will return to class, then you will report to the discipline hall, for three hours’ scrubbing floors and contemplating proper behavior.”

Wei Sizhui looked unhappy, but he bowed. “Yes, [shifu].”

“What- but then we can’t play [checkers]!” Jin Ling complained.

“Tough luck,” said Jiang Cheng.

“But - ” Jin Ling looked between his cousin and his uncle in bewilderment. “I wanted to play tag and I don’t have to scrub floors! Why’s A-Yuan got to!”

“Because Wei Sizhui is four years older than you are and should know better,” Jiang Cheng snapped. (Though, gods all above, he regretted letting Lan Wangji choose that stupid courtesy name.) He loosened his darkest glower. “Such impropriety brings shame on our sect, and on any decent ancestors he has.”

“A-Ling.” Wei Sizhui caught him by the elbow.

Jin Ling shook him off, balled his fists and planted his feet with all the authority of his five years, and glared back at Jiang Cheng. “No!”

Great, now Jin Ling’s getting into trouble because of him, Jiang Cheng thought, and, I don’t know why I expected propriety from a literal demon child anyway, and, Mother, please! You don’t have to cut off his hand!

Ever since he’d first gotten it, Jiang Cheng had gotten used to letting Zidian react to his mood with little restraint. So what if it meant people could read him - they’d also know he was strong. He was used to the comfortable feeling of it warming on his finger, sparks crackling, bond to his golden core strengthening.

With hardly an indrawn breath, he cut it off so hard and absolutley that for a moment the ring felt foreign on his finger, cool and distant and dull.

5. There is something terrible in the Lotus Lake.

It comes and goes, swimming here and there or not appearing at all. Often it is with a group of living things, or at least one or two, though it does not devour them. Always, it is draped in illusions such that the water ghoul trapped under the boulder cannot identify it apart from the other bright and living things until it comes close, terrifyingly close. Close enough to see the ghoul and, according to the ecosystem of the dead, devour it.

But it does not. Nor does it devour the bright things among which it swam, ripe with power through they were. So very ripe, so very bright... the water ghoul strains to reach them, scrabbling against its imprisoning boulder with resentment that grows day by day, year by year. Only when the dark and terrible thing appears does it cease its struggles, frozen in the pale fear of the dead.

Until the boulder moves. Years of scratching and scrabbling with nothing more than fingertips, from the ghoul’s place buried in the silt...the boulder moves. It tips just an inch, just a millimeter - and then another. And then another. The ghoul scrabbles for purchase to pull itself up, to push its cell door further; it twists and contorts and shoves and breaks free.

The water ghoul has long since forgotten who exactly it blames for its death. It rages simply at the living, every bright, breathing one of them. They’ve taunted it for years, swimming down to tap its prison door like a challenge, ignorant of the hatred beneath - no more. There are two little bright things on a raft above. The ghoul rockets silently up toward them with all the hunger and fury of the dead. They will make a good start.

Too late, as usual, it realizes that one of them is the monster. It cannot stop its charge - it crashes into the raft and knocks it over, throws both riders into the moonlit water. The ghoul does not think well; it is a creature of jealous rage and hunger. It hesitates - and goes for the smaller prey, the one that is prey, is bright and screaming with life and breath and a flickering, half-grown golden core -

“Stop!”

If the ghoul has long-since forgotten language, stewing in silt and resentment, cannot misunderstand the monster’s terrible will, carried on a wave of resentful energy that crashes on it with frothing fury. it cannot resist the wave, either, strong with inpatience though the ghoul is. The ghoul freezes -

“Come over here!” follows on the first demand’s heels, crashing upon the ghoul with a panicked desperation that it would wonder at if it had the mind to do so. With what it has, it fights this one harder, self-preservation stronger even than the need to kill that one child that dares live when it was dead. It snarls silent defiance at the monster even as it swims helplessly closer.

Go away! It’s not spoken at all this time, but that hardly matters. The monster’s eyes are wide and white-edged and its power floods over the water ghoul, and the ghoul accepts the mercy for what it is and swims as fast and far as it can.

“A-Yuan?” Jin Ling’s voice is high and just barely held together, though at least he’s managed to get back on the raft. “Is it gone? Did it bite you? Was that a ghoul?”

“...Yeah,” Wei Sizhui says slowly. He stops treading water and swims back to the raft (overturned, and all their illicitly collected lotus seeds lost). He doesn’t climb on when he reaches it, just holds the side and looks back in the direction the...thing went. He can almost still feel it, he thinks, if he focuses his golden core like he’s meditating, reaches out to commune with the energy around him...

“Yeah,” he says more confidently. “It’s gone, A-Ling. You don’t need to worry.”

Jin Ling lets out a shuddering breath of relief. For a moment, Wei Sizhui feels pretty good, Responsible Older Cousin-wise.

Then Jin Ling scrambles over to his side of the raft, threatening to overbalance it again, and asks, “How?”

#mdzs #the untamed #lan sizhui #jiang cheng #jin ling #lan wangji #my fic #fanfiction #there is...not actually very much demon baby content in this one #like i said: meant to write an au where sizhui has cool demonic cultivation powers #ended up writing an au where wwx has a son and how that works out for everyone

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bioodorange · 3 years

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oh fuck ignore that last ask i sent that in too early noooo curse my stupid fingers 😭😭😭 what i was going to say was which of the creepypastas would want kids? and which would have liked a family if things had gone differently? ( i love small children myself and can't wait to have a family someday 💕) ~ 🕊 dove anon 🕊

I wrote this and then it deleted Ill die now, please and thank you

||Human!Pastas And Having Kids||

Masky

so we dont know much about this guy besides college fuckhead who dicked around in the woods

I can see him going into movie writing, or directing some shit like that

But as soon as he kickstarts his career, he’s looking for someone to settle down with

I have this thing, this need to write Tim as a dad, even when he’s like as Masky trying to bash your skull in

Dad vibes

anyway-

He’d be the basic suburban dad, not I hate my wife jokes kind but, crappy hawaiin shirts and always smells like a grill kind

Surprisingly I can see him having from 3-5 kids

He would try and make it to every event, and if not, then he’d take em out for food or ice cream aftewards

He’d insist on making every halloween costume from scratch- and would do a pretty kickass job

Is a very hands on dad, would try and do sports or maybe a club, just something with each of his kids

Would often have them look at scripts or ideas for work and get their feedback

He would defintely put ductape around a leaking pipe and refuse to call the plumber

He’s fairly handy with tools but will say ductape is the solution to everything

If any of his kids were struggling with homework or grades, he’d spend hours over the dining room table trying to figure it out

Would end up calling Brian or some shit at 10 pm asking for help

If he had any kids with long hair, he’d learn to braid and style it without hurting them

OH- and he’d definetely wear one of those baby holster things on his back and brag to everyone about how amazing his kids are

Jeff the Killer

This one is less surprising

for me at least-

Even if he never went through all that hell, I can’t see his dad being that good of a person

He’d use his kids as emotional outlets and try to be a friend more then a dad

So Jeff would want kids, but be scared he wouldn’t be good enough of a dad

After some convincing, he’d be ready to maybe start fostering kids

It’d take two months before he decided to adopt them

Hed be great with young kids, he’s a playful dude

He’d carry them around on his shoulders, or spend all day putting together lego sets with them

You guys would have a big table in the basement full of the different sets him and the kids put together through the years

I can see yall having like 11 kids

LET ME EXPLAIN-

You guys would probably have the two poster kids you adopted, and then you would have two of you’re own

later on, you’d foster teenagers and adopt older kids who people didn’t usually want, it’d also feel weird in such an empty house after all your kids went off to college

Jeff would have a hard time with their teenage years

he’d take all their insults and stuff to heart

but would be the one ugly crying at graduation

He’d be the dad who interogated every single person you brought home romantically

Would definetely breakout the cowboy boots and shotgun

But then would also ugly cry at the wedding

Jane The Killer

Jane will be my final pasta for this one!

So I can’t see Jane being very big on getting pregnant

But she would gladly give bone marrow for her partner to have the kid

or adopt!

I feel like Jane would get married mid-early 20′s

And have a few years of maybe traveling around the worlds or just living it up with her partner until deciding to have kids

Jane would most likely want to adopt a young baby for the full parenting expierence

She would enjoy dressing up her kid in little designer clothes, and full blown make overs everyday

Definetelyhas matching outfits

And as soon as the kids like two she gets another one

Something about their chubby little faces and adoreable babbles drive her crazy

And she stays like this as old as they get

When their little kids she gets them a bunch of matching school supplies and will do their hair every fuckin day

When they’re teenagers she willl spoil them with different clothes and makeup

Shes a very loving and passionate mother, would do almost anything for her kids or partner

The only time she gets hostile is if theirs bullying or discrimination going on, she would not be afraid to punch a 10 year old in the face-

Would absoulutely need pictures of everyone at every event

And if her kids ever brought hime a partner, she’d treat them like family

#Jeff the killer #jeff the killer headcanons #masky #masky headcanons #timothy wright #tim wright headcanons #jane the killer #jan ethe killer headcanons #jane the everlasting #jane the everlasting head canons

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bearyberriez · 3 years

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Earl grey and chess choco please i am deprived of content-

actually got two asks for earl!!! so yesyes ill drop my hcs,, also BTW i have a lot for him so :] prepare earl grey: -literally cannot stand things being messy,, just. the sight of a mess? discomfort but he will clean it anyways -would literally fuckn die for the twins,, he cares them so much -that being said, he’d play the parental role toward the twins! some would say D.E. does this but eh. kinda think she’s too busy to take care of a bunch of kids. (i also have an au where D.E. isnt involved but i wont delve much into that here -- for simplicity’s sake, he’s their primary caretaker) -earl loves listening to the twins talk about their interests,, and also enjoys talking to them abt em too!! -is literally the world’s biggest perfectionist. this is probably just canon at this point but idc its important -OK ONTO SOMETHING NOT ABOUT THE HOTEL-- he’s friends with roguefort!! they are literally just friends,,, (though this could be a longtime friendship imo) -feels VERY embarrassed or upset upon making a mistake. he doesnt like messing up or feeling LIKE he messed up -speaking of mistakes,,,,, the cup that went with crying saucer? still hasnt fully gotten over that one. that damn saucer following him around doesnt make him feel any better abt it either -on a happier note, he’d help arrange events for the twins!! (such as sleepovers, parties, etc.) loves seeing them happy so he’s more than willing to do that kind of thing for them. ___ chess choco twins: - pawn white is the more extroverted one for sure, they are very playful and love to talk -pawn black on the other hand is more introverted, doesnt like having a ton of attention on themself usually -pawn white has fewer manners, but in a lovable way (not in a way that makes them awful to be around) -pawn black has more manners, and is rather polite in comparison -they had trouble getting used to earl when he first took them in, solely because. well they'd never been raised by someone like him before (which hurt earl knowing they didnt get the best care before then, but he's glad he can do what he can for them now) -pawn black's body language can help tell how they're feeling if they arent expressing it via words -pawn white and pawn black usually dont get into fights, but when they do, they don't last long -earl is usually there to break the fights before chaos truly starts -both are pretty vocal about their needs. are they too tired to walk? they'll both let you know. are they hungry and want some mcdonalds? they will both let you know. yea, despite being complete opposites, they work together. -around strangers, the twins act p differently. pawn black usually just stares until they can get a first impression, but pawn white likes to make their own first impression asap. -if one has a bad dream, both are waking up because of it. -they dont like sharing everything, and tend to enjoy having their own things along with their shared belongings -pawn black is the older one of the two (by a few minutes) and pawn white is younger -(as i mentioned in the strawberry crepe hcs) theyve probably played games with strawberry crepe before!! -also similar to strawberry crepe -- they dont take losing games well. both are. sore losers :[ they tend to throw a fit when they dont get what they want -arent entirely close to D.E.? they dont see her as a mother or anything -- more like a distant grandmother. they do still hold a lot of care for her though as she DID save their lives.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #earl grey cookie #chess choco cookie #berri speaks #berri responds

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peace-coast-island · 3 years

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Diary of a Junebug

The trail of the Whispering Winds

The Moonlit Woods transforms into a different place after midnight. It's still as eerie as ever, but in a different way though - as in different vibes. I hardly venture out here for good reason so when I do, it's usually with a group, preferably those versed in magic and supernatural stuff.

Last time I came to the Moonlit Woods was with Team Magic - Pippa, Mariposa, Angie, and Willow. While hunting for gyroids we came across an old travel log and found a cocostar tree, which is super rare, so we struck gold with that discovery. Being with the girls made me feel a bit more confident about venturing into the woods so since then, planning out my next adventure has been in the back of my mind.

Speaking of Team Magic, the girls are looking forward to coming back for another gyroid event. Mariposa's been working with Daisy Jane on gyroid designs since then and they're pretty much ready to go. We just haven't been able to set a date yet because the girls are busy with school and college apps but they're hoping to drop by sometime in the near future.

Instead of Team Magic, we have a new group accompanying us in the woods. They don't have an official name but they have been working as a team for years. There's Taiki, a freelance exorcist who comes from a family that has dealt with the supernatural for generations. He's a friend of Miki's, having gone to the same university together.

Nene's his best friend from his hometown - she actually spent a semester at Tome U so she also got to know Miki a bit. She's also the artist Rika has been following, the one who just set up a Patreon and is in the process of getting her webcomic, Seven Wonders, published.

Haru is what they call an untethered spirit. He used to haunt the halls of the school Taiki and Nene went to before it was demolished. Basically Taiki contacted Miki who contacted her brother and his friends at the consultation center so they can find a way to keep Haru around. I only know this because Mikayla asked for some sparkle stones and essences a while back.

Then I got curious and decided to do a bit of research. Turns out there's a lot of different kind of procedures that have varying results. So what Taiki and the others did was no easy feat and they succeeded either by luck or some other factors. In other words, Haru's still a ghost or a spirit, but now he also has a physical form. He looks young - 13 or 14 at the most - but he's obviously a lot older than that - though for the most part he's like any other guy as far as I can tell.

Nene is an artist and the author of Seven Wonders, a webcomic about a girl who befriends a spirit who resides in her school. The story's loosely based on her life - as well as Taiki and Haru's. She started writing it a few years ago, originally a side project to keep herself busy. Then she began updating it regularly and grew a following, prompting her to expand the story. The webcomic then reached international audiences when Taiki offered to translate her work into English so that's when it really started taking off.

The three of them go way back, having first met almost a decade ago. Nene managed to summon Haru in hopes of granting a wish, similar to what happens with the main characters in Seven Wonders. The two end up in a series of misadventures that result in them being bonded by a curse, resulting in Nene being connected with the spirits of the school. Then Taiki came along with the intent of exorcizing spirits such as Haru, only to end up befriending him.

They've been through a lot together, even defying fate (Haru's words) so they can have this future they're living in right now. From what I've heard, dealing with the supernatural - willingly or not - always has a price to pay. It's one of those things where no matter how lightly you tread, you'll step on a landmine either way.

In other words, there's always something to lose.

Taiki was never one to have a "normal" life considering that he comes from a family of exorcists. He has an older brother and younger sister, both who are powerful and pretty well known back home. Miki mentioned that he hasn't really spoken to his family much since moving out. According to Nene and Haru, Taiki was close to his brother, having looked up to him a lot back in the day. Nene and Miki have both speculated that the rift between Taiki and his brother was probably one of the reasons why he decided to stay in Mina Creek instead of going back to Inazuma.

Nene stuck around Inazuma before deciding to join Taiki. Even after graduating she stuck around the school to see Haru, working as a janitor so she'd have an excuse to be there. But when Taiki graduated the following year, the trio didn't see much of each other. Taiki went abroad to Tome University and while Nene still visited Haru and the other spirits, she had to focus on her studies.

Then Nene signed up for a study abroad program, which happened to take her to Miki and Taiki's school. I remember Miki talking about helping out this freshman who was an international student. She said he was struggling quite a bit so it was lucky that they ran into his old friend - his senpai, as he called her back in the day. During her time there while reminiscing with Taiki, Nene was inspired to write Seven Wonders so that's how it all began.

Nene ended up dropping out of university after that semester so she became an artist/content creator while working as a school janitor. Along with that she was also the bridge between the living and the spirits, a role she carried since becoming Haru's assistant when they first met.

In the years that followed, Nene and Haru got involved in supernatural affairs while Taiki offered his assistance once in a while. Things were going well until the school had to close due to financial problems. If that wasn't bad enough, the city was going to demolish the school and a bunch of other old buildings in that area. So Haru was in a tight spot as he would have nowhere to go since he couldn't be outside of the school. And as for Nene, she didn't really have anywhere to go either since being a janitor was what kept her afloat.

Thankfully Taiki and the others were able to come up with a solution or else Nene and Haru wouldn't be here with us. Taiki made the offer for Nene to join him in Mina Creek, something which she was understandably on the fence about. She says she's been adjusting to the move a lot better than she thought, probably because she has been here before so it's not too drastic of a change.

However, it's a big leap for Haru considering that he's been restricted inside a school for years and now he's in a foreign country surrounded by a lot of unfamiliar things. He does seem to be a fast learner - Nene and Taiki were surprised at how quickly his English's improving and if I didn't know, I'd think he'd been studying the language for at least a year or so. Taiki's obviously quite fluent while Nene's sorta in between - Taiki serves as an interpreter when they need a bit of help, which is pretty much what he does during his non-exorcist job.

So far Nene's enjoying life at Minai Creek, though she admits to missing home. She finds the change in scenery intimidating but also necessary. On one hand she's sad to leave the school and the other spirits but at the same time she feels it's probably for the best. Haru's holding his own, though Nene worries about him as the changes they're going through can't be easy on him. She's also worried about Taiki too, especially since it seems like he's completely cut off his ties from his home - by that she means his family.

Nene definitely comes across as a big sister/mom friend. Taiki sometimes calls her onee-chan, which is a way one addresses their older sister in Japanese. I've met Taiki a few times before and I see a different side to him when Nene's around. Or maybe it's because this is the first time I've really gotten to know him? He just seems more ...himself? open? ... when he's with Nene and Haru. It's sweet how much he looks up to Nene - whenever he talked about her in the past you can tell how much he respects and admires her - and now that I finally meet her, I can see it. I think Nene and I are gonna be good friends.

Taiki's had his eye on the Moonlit Woods for a while as there's a section that's kinda dangerous to tread if you're not well versed with spirits and such. Only the bravest exorcists venture there to help clean up the place a little and contain the bad karma by doing what's necessary. He did his research extensively before considering going to that place due to rumors of seasoned exorcists being ill prepared and becoming corrupt, which is the worst case scenario.

Since strength lies in numbers, Taiki needed a reliable team to keep things under control and make a speedy retreat if necessary. Haru and Nene's connections to the spiritual world are valuable, especially since Haru has a bit of a pull with certain higher status spirits that can come in handy in case things go south. As for me and the campers, we're kinda the brute force, serving as the muscle and sort of an anchor to keep the others grounded. Something about certain spirits having an effect on those who can see and interact with them and taking advantage of that by blurring the lines between reality and delusion so we have to keep them from straying.

I don't know how the trio does it, especially Taiki and Nene. To live between mortals and spirits is not easy, more of a curse than a blessing to many. For people like them, they have no choice but to fulfill their roles - Taiki in damage control and Nene in being the communicator. And for Haru, being a spirit who voluntarily chose to stay in the world of the living after being bound to one through a curse, I can't imagine that being easy on him either. There's a lot to unpack with these three and whether I'll get to know the full story or not, it's clear that there's a lot on their shoulders.

Like I said, there's always a price to pay when it involves things beyond our understanding. I just hope that it was worth it. Me being cautiously optimistic, I'd like to think it was or else they wouldn't be together.

The Whispering Winds trail, as expected, was full of perils. On one hand, it was kinda good that I was kept in the dark in an ignorance is bliss sorta way. But that also makes it a bit harder to know exactly what's going on. In a place where the spirit world and mortal world becomes blurred, it gets disorienting, to put it simply. We know we're there when us mortals can see some spirits so it's important to keep our guard up.

There's a reason why they call this trail the Whispering Winds. I heard voices from all around - it wasn't a pleasant experience, to say the least. It was jarring at first but then I grew numb to it. Still, it was an unsettling feeling - 0/10 do not recommend. This is why it's best to go in a group because unexpected things will happen so it's better to be (over)prepared.

In between exorcism rituals we did a bit of sightseeing, which helped lighten the mood. Haru introduced us to some spirits he knew to be harmless and they served as guides through areas they were familiar with. Taiki and Nene did most of the heavy lifting when it came to the rituals while the rest of us stood guard. From what I've seen, it looks like a lot of work - the kind of thing you should leave to the professionals.

All around us were these blue light orb things - spiritual remnants that serve as trail markers according to Haru. Depending on the traces the remnants can leave behind, Nene can manipulate them to open up new pathways. The deeper we go into the trail, the harder it is to navigate as it's supposed to be like that for good reason. Nene's the only one who can directly interact with stuff like that so people like her are the ones who really are granted access to forbidden parts such as these. According to Haru, he and Taiki can't touch them because it can cause trouble due to their blood - meaning it's off limits for exorcists and spirits.

The light orbs also gave us some much needed visibility as well as an eerie glow. When things got quiet, it sorta felt like we were just walking down a long, dimly lit path. When things start to get a bit hazy, that's when it was time to investigate. The feeling is heavy, almost suffocating - a heavy burden to bear indeed. When the heaviness is gone, we move forward, going as far as we can before hitting a dead end. From there, our trek is over and instead of venturing a different path, we go back the way we came, careful not to disturb the newfound peace.

It was an interesting experience - again, it's probably for the best that I don't know too much about it. There's a whole 'nother world out there with exorcisms, spirits, psychics...as curious I am about these sorts of things, I respect that it's not my place when it comes to certain aspects. It's a fascinating world out there but we can't experience or begin to understand certain things that are beyond our scope. It sucks sometimes being just a bystander or outsider but it is what it is.

#animal crossing #animal crossing pocket camp #Diary of a Junebug #headcanon ramble

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