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bunny584 · 3 months

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OBSESSED: FUSHIGURO

A/N: OH. MY. GOD. Anon. I love you and hate you for this request. This was…hard. I told myself I wouldn’t publish it unless it was fucking perfect (you should see the scalpels I took to each goddamn sentence before this version).

SECOND: I will square up with Gege for writing the most enigmatic, LAYERED, complex, muddled character to exist. I wanted this to be Megumi. Through and through. His darkness, his light, his reservation, his crazy, all in one. And IDK. I think I did it? This one is purely to prove to myself that I can write for characters that are hard to write for (*cough* yuta im glaring at you *cough*)

THIRD: if you do read this (I get people feel things about aged up characters etc), I implore you to listen to this. Guys. I heard this at 0200 IN THE OR during a 6 hour case and the entire concept for this came to me. Meg is sophisticated and unruly, selfless and selfish, etc. So this has some NSFW but definitely probably more on the poetic, long ends of my works.

CW: Aged up characters (20+), college AU, fluffy/raunchy/dark romance-y because LOOK at him. He takes after Gojo AND Toji. Mature, 18+

“You like it when I’m rough.”

Megumi’s melody rings crystal clear.

Low.

Precise.

An F-14 Tomcat fighter jet, flying dark. Below enemy radar.

The piano keys float beneath his tone. His long, slender, deft fingers effortlessly execute the sheet music before him. It’s his GPS system, a personal flight map.

Little Beethoven, his advanced music theory professor calls him.

Truth is, Megumi is a prolific pianist and vocalist. He can tame any note, any melody, any harmony faster than any of his Shikigami.

Speaking of…

Megumi pulls off the piano and tortured love song in an instant. Just as the grade 3 curse creeps through the open door.

The part between his right long and ring fingers is automatic. His left hand grips the web space between his right thumb and index finger.

“Demon dog.” Megumi summons.

Low. Precise. Decisive.

“Eat it, boy.”

A small, approving smile tugs on the corners of his lips. Low level curses are the nothing more than chew toys to his divine dogs. With a tiny wave of his fingers, his technique buzzes inward.

Megumi’s eyes float to the ancient analog clock on the wall.

13:50

10 more minutes until you’ll meet him for your date.

No. Not date.

Study. 10 more minutes until you’re meeting him to study.

Your thought blooms within him like wildfire. It sets his normally cool, porcelain skin ablaze.

Megumi whips his body around to face the piano. To exorcise the feeling. The keyboard has always been his outlet. His life blood. Playing, singing, musing in and out of written songs is his catharsis.

Words don’t come easy. They never have. But lyrics do.

And when he gets to ride lyrics with his voice, his runs..?

The words he can never find on his own are suddenly out there. In the atmosphere. Coating empty rooms in a mist of his thoughts, his feelings.

No certain promise that the person the words are destined for will ever catch them. Or ever walk through the room and be kissed by the remnants of his musical trail. But Megumi has said (sung, played) them. And that’s enough.

“Sorry if I come across a type of way.”

“I’ve been trying to get out of my way…”

His fingers dive into the keys. Angrily. Earnestly.

“I know it doesn’t seem like I care, but you know I care—“

“Wow Meg, you sound incredible.”

You bring him to an abrupt stop. Your voice is maple syrup trailing down Megumi’s neck, leaving goosebumps in its candied wake.

Pitch fucking perfect.

A soft, ethereal C, gliding down Heaven’s staircase. You infuse sunlight into his name, whichever way you choose to say it.

And it’s hell. It’s cruel. To have as keen hearing as he does. To listen to you sing his name and have nothing else follow.

“Fushiguro.” Megumi shoots up from his seat, slinging his backpack over one shoulder.

“What?”

“Fushiguro.” He repeats, eyes briefly meeting yours before settling above your head. He’s at least a head and shoulders taller.

“Nobody calls me Meg.”

You throw your head back. Feather light crescendo in your laughter. It’s pretty. Tantalizing in the way chandeliers twinkle when they capture a beam of light.

His eyes dart down to catch the feminine column of your neck. Curving into your delicate collar bones. How are your lines so seamless?

So cinematic. Like he’s watching a figure skater land a triple axel. Or a prima ballerina en pointe. It’s not fathomable.

Gorgeous.

You are gorgeous.

“I call you Meg.” You retort with a smile that liquifies all of his joints.

You double your walking speed to keep pace with Megumi’s long strides. Both of you exit the sound engineering building. Heading straight for the campus library a couple blocks away.

“Who were you—oh,” Megumi’s glacial hand along the small of your back steals your voice away.

Your eyes and feet follow his gentle push, shifting you to the other side of him.

“Walking on the wrong side.” He mutters, monotone. Matter-of-fact. Obviously.

He’s a gentleman. Of course he is going to walk on the traffic facing edge of the sidewalk.

Of course he didn’t feel the electric currents wire through his fingers to clench — suffocate — his heart.

No, he didn’t hear that punched out, falsetto gasp when his hand cradled your perfectly tapered waist.

Or notice how well you fit into his hand. How light you are under his touch that had none of his real strength behind it.

You’re made of alluring lines. Intoxicating sounds.

What would it take to coax a pretty melody out of your pouty lips?

His fingers?

They’re long. And smart. Cold. Remarkably patient. You’d like them.

He could make you love them.

Crave them. Need, whimper, whine, and cry out for them.

“So who was it?” You tether him to reality.

“Who was what?” Megumi counters, leading you to a private study room.

“The way you were singing earlier.”

Hairs along the back of his neck stand at attention. Blood runs Siberian cold. Megumi’s gaze on you is subzero.

“It had to be for someone.” You lower down into a seat in slow motion.

The sweetheart neckline of your sundress is mean. Your supple mounds tilt and ripple with every micro movement. Megumi has forgotten why he’s glaring at you.

“You sound too…pretty. It can’t be wasted on thin air.” You continue.

“She must be—“

“Let’s just get started, okay?” He sharply redirects the conversation.

And promptly shifts gear to low autopilot. He’ll speak when spoken to, answer questions intermittently. But his mind’s true coordinates are a galaxy away.

Megumi retreats to his shadow garden.

Watching you.

Drinking you in.

Savoring each detail on his tastebuds like dessert.

The pencil eraser leaves an indent on your bottom lip where you’ve been pressing too hard.

Megumi wants to roll your bottom lip under his teeth. Until it flushes rose and swells beneath his relentless pull.

His eyes fall to your bracelet, far too big for your dainty wrist.

He could hold both of your wrists in one hand above your head or behind your back for hours. Without breaking a sweat.

His other hand would take its time.

To stroke you. Pet you. Learn your sheet music. Then play your body like a harp until you’re a chorus of beautiful, soprano whimpers and moans. Begging and pleading so prettily, enticing him to give in.

But he won’t.

Not until you’re soft enough. A babbling, warm, ruined brook beneath his fingers.

Then he’ll take you, gorgeous.

Searing pain from his sharp swallow and nails digging into his thighs rip him down to the present.

Vision a little fuzzy. Head a revolving door of vulgar scenarios. A dull, demanding ache between his legs draws his eyes to his lap.

Fucking hell.

His jeans are uncomfortable. He’s stiff and needy. Not nearly enough strength in his pants to hold back his drunken arousal.

Not to the mention, the—

swarm of shadows growing at his feet?

Is his…innate domain materializing around him right now?

Megumi aggressively slices through the air at his hip level. Below the table, but you don’t miss his sudden stirring.

“Meg? You okay over—“

“Going to the bathroom.” He gruffs through a clenched jaw. Megumi places his forearm over his crotch before hurrying out of the room.

He can barely recognize the man in the mirror. Flushed to his ears. Volcanoes threatening eruption in his eyes. Api Biru. Pure, triple distilled, blue lava coursing through his veins.

Snap out of it, Fushiguro.

The splash of cold water does nothing for his internal heat. But his milky complexion returns to its effervescent state.

But then he turns a little too quickly to leave. And his painfully hard length drags along his fabric. It’s blinding.

A feeble moan tumbles out of his tight lips.

“Fuck.”

Megumi slams his eyes shut. He needs to readjust. But if he touches himself now, he might not be able to stop.

A slow, steadying breath fills his lungs.

“Just adjust, don’t…” His voice trails off. Icey fingers around his hot, angry base is enough to rip the carpet from beneath his feet.

“Oh, fuck.” Megumi mumbles through one quick pump up his shaft.

He shakes his head as if to tell himself enough. He rests his erection along his thigh before zipping up. Still painful, but tolerable.

A tornado obliterates any remaining resolve in Megumi’s mind on his walk back to you.

You are a dream.

Or a nightmare? A curse?

It doesn’t matter. He couldn’t care less.

Megumi would follow you. Deeper than the crypts of his 10 shadows. Into hell if it meant he could have you the way he wants you.

The way he craves you.

Because fuck the cost.

He’d pay anything.

You’re working on an elaborate concept diagram on the white board. On the tip of your toes. Lip curled under your teeth. And you are just irresistible.

So, he won’t resist.

“Meg! Took you a bit, you okay?”

Megumi is silent. Unblinking. Sauntering toward you.

“Megumi?”

You lower to the soles of your shoes. Neck craning to look at his face. Your eyes widen at his persistent silence. Rosy heat dusting your cheeks.

Pretty little doe, rooted in place by his wolfish glare.

Megumi takes the marker out of your hand and tosses it behind him in one swift motion.

“Hmm,” a tiny acknowledgment of his name. Just because it sounds so sweet rolling off your tongue.

Megumi corners you against the wall. Both of his hands casually in his pockets.

He watches you shift. Flicker your eyes in every direction. Fiddle with your thumbs.

His quiet.

His presence.

It flusters you. Well before he’s gotten the chance to run his hands along the lazy curve of your waist and hips.

“So…so blue.” You stammer. Your warm eyes metronome between his.

“They are.”

Megumi steps impossibly closer. His eyes drop to your chest. Dainty, nervous heaves. Up and down. Up and down.

“You are so,” you swallow thickly, dropping your gaze. “hard to read.”

Megumi snakes his large, graceful fingers into your nape. The temperature difference between your warmth and his cold startles you deeper into his grasp. Your head evanesces into his pull.

A beautiful, shocked gasp escapes you. Just as Megumi’s lips trace the shell of your ear.

“I want you.”

His breaths collide with yours, now. Heat welling deep in his groin. His cock thunders against his thigh.

“Can you read that?” Megumi rasps. Ensuring his voice vibrates down your spine.

A new sound tumbles from your lips. Like you choked on your last swallow. How pretty. You gurgling and gagging like that.

“W-want me? Megumi wh—“

“I.” Megumi nudges his thigh between your legs. His steel pipe erection digs into your dewy, hot core. He angles his leg slightly upward, inching you on the tip of your toes.

His prima ballerina, en pointe.

“Want you.” His lips ghost against yours. Free hand cups the flesh beneath your thigh. Pads of his fingers twitching to dig in.

The two of you drink in this lock-in-key fit. Megumi revels in you. Like this. At his complete mercy.

The prodigal son, born with more power than he knows what to do with.

Ten shadows. Ten Shikigami. It’s been centuries since the last head of his bloodline had power buzzing beneath his fingertips like him.

And somehow he’s never felt more powerful than this.

With you, heaven’s most precious angel, cradled in his arms. Drowning in sinful ecstasy. He brands this freeze frame into the most permanent part of his memory.

Then, he free falls off your cliff edge.

Megumi takes your lips with unfettered greed. Hunger woven into the way his tongue traces every corner of your delectable, soft mouth. His fingers push your head deeper into him. Sucking and nibbling on your warm muscle.

You shower him with airy, choppy little pants. Moans and whines so light they crescendo to fairy dust. You can’t keep up with his bruising kiss. His other hand palms your thigh, kneading little bruises into your silky smooth skin.

Marking what’s his.

“Oh my god.”

You breathe into his mouth when he lets you up for air. Megumi’s eyes dart down to the meeting point of your sex and his muscular thigh.

Did you really think he wouldn’t notice how you’re rutting your pretty little cunt against his leg like that?

Crimson high on your cheeks. You look away when he tries to catch your fucked out gaze.

“Don’t hide from me, gorgeous.” His hand traces up to your hips. You preen into his firm grip.

“Megumi.”

“Don’t stop, pretty girl.” He forcefully moves your hips in more dramatic, languid, deep rolls against his thigh. He’s not paying any mind to the pool of his precum soaking through his pants.

You bury your head in his neck. Fingernails digging pretty crescent moons into his back. You take over the pace. Undulating against him. Shameless. In complete heat.

“You feel s-so…so good.” Your lips smear against his dampened neck. Megumi responds by circling your puffy, slick bud with his fingers.

And fuck. The slurred, broken whimper that rings in his ears.

The way you hump him even more sloppily.

He could finish from that alone.

Your hand flies to your mouth. Empty huffs spilling. Whines ascending in pitch. You are close.

“Such pretty sounds, baby.”

“Megumi…meg..I-“

“Let it out.” He grips the back of your neck. Feeling dangerously close to his own nirvana. Drunk off your precious melody.

“Sing for me.”

“F-fuck, GOD.”

You bite down on his neck. Waves of pleasure crashing into you like hurricane winds. He grips your waist steady. Feeling every involuntary twitch and jerk of your doll-like frame.

Blessing or curse?

He doesn’t know.

But he will follow you to the end of his lifetime and the next.

“God, Fushiguro. That was…” The lusty haze from your peak settles around you. The once shattered world, slowly pieces itself back together.

“No.” Megumi pulls you out of his neck. Dropping his lips to yours, so he can breathe the air directly from your lungs.

“Meg. You call me Meg.”

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survivalove · 6 months

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Thinking about why I like Kataang so much

so a lot of my posts/asks lately have been about things I dislike so I decided to balance it out by talking about something I actually do like! ofc I immediately thought of kataang and started thing about why i like them so much compared to other couples in media I watched growing up.

first thing is, I don’t actually like romance in visual media. I much prefer it in books but having to actually watch it gives me the ick idk why. also when i first watched atla I was like 5, so the romance really had no appeal to me and I was super focused on katara and the other girls on the show because they were girls! i would completely block out the boys and all the ship scenes for years after that because my attitude to romance never really changed.

right up until I was about 11/12 and became aware of romance from hearing people my age start to talk about crushes, boyfriends/girlfriends, kissing etc. suddenly I had entered this phase in real life where romance was suddenly relevant among my peers and this made me start paying attention when it played out in the shows I was watching like Hannah Montana, Wizards of Waverly Place, etc. this also included ATLA as my dad and I would rewatch it together on DVD throughout the year.

as I watched with my katara blinders, like I always do, for the first time I started to notice the boys in the show, particularly aang, (yes I finally started focusing on the main character after 6 years 😭) and certain interactions katara had with him that I never noticed before.

*dramatic pause*

and the way I consumed media would never be the same.

jk, but really tho.

fast forward to now, and I’ve recently started watching anime after consuming a bunch of western media my whole life from cartoons and disney shows to contemporary literature and Y/A movies/TV shows. and one thing that stands out to me with kataang compared to most of the romance i see in shonen animes (one of atla’s biggest inspiration as a TV show) is the way katara and aang develop in a way that is realistic, yet too good to be true.

let me elaborate:

starting from the very first episode, katara and aang have that classic meet-cute interaction. the music is playing, their eyes are widening, aang’s acting like he’s never seen a girl before and katara is impressed by literally every single thing he does. this is pretty much how every ship is set up, anime or otherwise, and kanna basically spells out their imminent connection when she sends katara and sokka off and sokka even explicitly says the word boyfriend seconds before that. obviously, these two characters are gonna get together at some point and it’s just a matter of when.

this is where it gets more than that:

the more katara and aang spend time together, the more they start to get on each other’s nerves.

I’m sure everyone’s had a crush at some point, where you see someone for the first time and go “oh they’re so cute” and you feel the butterflies blah blah. you either fantasize about them for a while and move on, or you pursue the crush and start to actively make moves to get to know them better.

and as you get to know them, you notice some things about them that kinda piss you off. the way they pick their nose, the way they bounce their knee, the way they chew. it’s always something. it can even affect friendships because that’s life. we are humans, not concepts. no one is perfect, there is nobody on this planet that you will 100% agree with or like about them. it just doesn’t work like that. and for some relationships, there is that one irritating thing about them that breaks the camel’s back and it doesn’t work out. you learn what annoys you and move on to the next relationship. or you have the lucky ones who actually stay together and the relationship continues to blossom as you get to know each other better.

similarly, kataang in the beginning are completely enamored with the other. until they’re not. throughout season 1, we see katara becoming more and more disillusioned with aang going from “aang’s so brave. he’s the avatar!” to realizing he’s just a boy with insecurities and flaws just like her. some of which get on her nerves BAD. similarly, aang goes from trying to impress katara and going along with every single plan she has, to disagreeing with her and even getting annoyed by her as the seasons go on.

despite this, it doesn’t stop that thing they have for each other from growing and flourishing. that is the magic part. watching two characters fall in love as they continue to annoy and irritate each other more and more. the more katara and aang butt heads throughout the seasons, the more and more unambiguous their romantic interactions become.

aang bluntly telling katara she’s not funny like he didn’t just ask her to dance with him in a candlelit cave in front of dozens of people a few days ago? katara constantly getting annoyed at aang’s antics to turn around and ask him for his opinion on the way she looks or kiss him on the cheek? right.

this is what makes them stand out from other fictional couples I’ve seen, where the girl and guy’s opinion on the other never changes significantly from that first interaction they have. one person, usually the girl because of course, worships the ground our main character walks on, meanwhile he seems to barely notice her apart from that first scene where she looked pretty and his jaw dropped or something. and even if they do interact a lot, their dynamic hardly evolves from that initial setup. they never get upset with each other or at the least, visibly annoyed. their dynamic is static, stagnant, mostly affected by major events in the plot rather than personal characteristics and minor misgivings the characters may have.

there’s no juice. it’s stale. and for me, very unrealistic.

I was watching this video about writing couples in media and one comment stood out to me in particular:

What you said about charm is so true. Entertaining chemistry to watch ≠ chemistry that pairs people together. A lot of sitcoms try to pair opposites romantically or as best friends, because opposites are good for comedy and conflict, but I find myself not understanding why they’re so into each other.

instantly i was reminded of the way people call kataang vanilla/boring, in favor of pairings that are far less similar. and while katara and aang do fight a lot, fundamentally they are very similar which is why they are so believable and realistic. I love watching them slowly become disillusioned with the idealized version of each other they had in the first episode to seeing all the ways they manage to piss each other off, and still being drawn by that initial mutual attraction.

katara learns the hard way that aang isn’t the infallible savior from her grandma’s stories, but she never stops believing in him. aang comes to discover katara’s flaws and conflicting opinions, but he still encourages her belief in hope, affirms her as a waterbender/healer and yes still calls her beautiful every chance he gets.

and what I love about this, is, it gives them reasons to fall in love that go beyond the superficial reasons that drew them towards each other in the first place.

they don’t fall in love with each other in spite of those little minor flaws, but because of them.

katara doesn’t love aang because he’s the avatar. she loves him because he is the goofy fun boy that allowed her to be a kid while taking up this heavy responsibility. aang doesn’t love katara because she’s beautiful. he falls in love witnessing those moments of her being determined, speak up for herself and others, and even going to great lengths to inspire hope in everyone she meets.

#atla #kataang #katara #aang #whoa this is long #my bad #too tired to add pics lol

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ghost-bxrd · 5 months

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Ok so I’ve seen your thoughts on Talia being a good mom to both Jason and Damian and generally being a better person vs when she’s morally gray and really only good to Damian, but how do you feel about Bruce being a bad dad? Like personally I don’t like him being abusive but unfortunately…canon does not disprove it 😕🫠. Like do you have hcs or prompts where he switches from one interpretation to the other? Genuinely curious bc my thoughts on him going between these two have me conflicted bc I don’t LIKE him being a bad father, specifically in regards to Jason, but it does kinda fuel some ‘Jason leaves the batfam to go find himself’ stories I’ve seen, but you could argue that Bruce doesn’t NEED to be terrible for that to happen. Idk maybe modern comics have poisoned my ability to ignore Bruce’s history of abusing his children in some way by cranking up that abuse to a solid 20/10 (I’m sure I don’t have to mention what I’m referencing lmao), but it just makes me think. So much would be nicer if he was just a flawed father, but that’s not what his character fully is y’know (this is why I brought up Talia, just realized I was rambling without making that clear lol)

Phew ok, I’ll try to answer this to the best of my abilities!

So keep in mind that these are my personal thoughts and I’m actually not that well versed in comic lore (the comics I’ve read can be counted on one hand sadly but I’m trying to get my hands on more ksksks), and majority of my knowledge comes from research and fanfic.

Okay back to the topic at hand!

Generally I write/read fanfic for some fluffy family feels (and angst) and the occasional romance, hence why I prefer to write Talia and Bruce as being good parents and likable characters in general. I enjoy reading about it, so I enjoy writing it that way.

In regards to Bruce and his canon actions… well, that’s a tough one to answer ngl.

On one hand he’s displayed as a loving adoptive father who absolutely adores is children, on the other hand he’s shown to be ruthless when they violate his no-kill rules (reference to the Batarang incident).

To me this kind of juxtaposition makes little sense, but I’m afraid there are quite a number of character inconsistencies in the franchise from what I’ve seen so…. I don’t know. It’s just such a 180 turnaround to the early concept of the Batman who considers everyone to be redeemable regardless of their crime. Why would that suddenly not apply to his child?

I don’t think I could ever stomach writing him as a genuinely bad father, most I could do to mix it up a little and have him struggle to reach an understanding with Jason regarding his rule over Crime Alley and dealing with his own inability to communicate properly.

Batman was always supposed to be a protector, the “good guy”, but he’s also human. A human with significant trauma that he’s never properly worked through which… can screw with your people skills significantly.

So that’s usually the way I try to look at it whenever I want to write a Bruce who isn’t the World’s Best Dad at the moment. He’s trying, he just doesn’t know how to show it in a way that others can understand, especially his kids. (Yes tho I take full liberty with the more heinous stuff Bruce pulls/pulled in the comics and discard them as if they’re expired candy >.<)

To sum it up, I’m afraid you won’t ever find a fic where either Talia and/or Bruce are genuinely, irredeemably bad. Simply because I personally don’t think that’s how people work in general and because… well, I’m soft and I need some soft parenting in there somewhere. Sorry dear 🥺

Phew ok I think I was rambling a bit here, but I hope that answers your question somewhat? But if you’d like I could totally cook up a prompt for you that deals with Jason and Bruce struggling to come to an understanding and making compromises to be a family again. Feel free to let me know or send another ask if you’d like to stay anonymous 💚💚💚💚

#I’m not sure if this was the answer you were looking for anon but I. tried 💚💚💚💚💚#look I’m soft and I WILL cry if I read/write bat dad Bruce #I just—- can’t #I’m weak #🥺🥺🥺🥺#jason todd #batfamily #batfam #bruce wayne #batdad #Talia #fic #prompts #ask and answers #musings #rambling #dcu #Batman

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jess-the-vampire · 1 year

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Toh Swap Au Concepts

ok, so i have a couple swap au ideas that i promised to share, so i'm gonna share them.

These are ideas i've had, but don't have the time to really flesh out into a unique toh swap/canon divergence au like arofam, but i wanna share my ideas so maybe some of you might use them and flesh them out yourselves into a fun swap/divergence au and make them work.

No one has to keep ALL my ideas for them, but i should put them out there anyways.

Maybe i’ll come back to them myself one day, but for now i’d love you to hear them and maybe they’ll inspire you.

Philip Human Au:

So in this one the wittebanes are set in modern day, Caleb is like camila, he's in charge of taking care of his younger brother ever since their parents passed away. Philip is troubled, he doesn't get along with other students and doesn't make friends. He and Caleb, before caleb turned 18 and could live with his brother on their own, were in a very strict religious foster home. Philip came out of it stifling his creativity and fearing the unknown. When philip is at risk of being taken out of caleb's care because of how philip acts, caleb hopes to send him off to a fun summer camp so he can make friends and help him out.

So caleb is doing what he can to prevent the brothers from being separated, something he genuinely fears could happen and he's under so much pressure to keep them together. He's scared to tell philip this could happen, tho philip takes this as caleb not wanting him anymore.

But philip ends up on the isles when his journal is stolen.

There, he starts off being offhandish about magic and witches, having been raised to fear them, but stays, thinking if he can prove himself here...caleb won't throw him away like he likes.

no i'm not entirely sure who should be there for most of the other swap cast, maybe nothing changes for you, but yeah, this au helps philip embrace magic and truly come into his own.

And on top of that, Perhaps evelyn exists in this universe in eda's place and she and caleb have a blossoming romance somehow, and it ends with caleb moving to the isles. Caleb is heartbroken when he finds out philip and him ended up separated or that philip thought he didn't want him anymore.

Also on top of this, luz, another human that may be in disguise herself, is on the isles as the most influential witch there, maybe as a ruler or as just a normal, but she's trapped in constantly trying to live out her fantasy.

Maybe she wants to free the collector in hopes he'll help her make the isles everything she wants it to be without having to ever face what she ran away from on earth.

There's a lot still open to changes and adjustments, but i think it's def a fun idea for an au.

Willow au:

Ok so, who wants a Willow the human au? Willow is a student on earth who faces frequent bullying, people make her feel weak, look down on her, and she's ended up shy and alone as a result despite knowing she can be so much more. Her dads are worried about her and consider transferring her to another school but end up sending her to a camp of a subject she's not even interested in, in hopes she'll make friends and have opportunities for a great job someday.

Instead, she ends up on the isles, i'm not sure who would be in eda's spot, maybe lilith, or maybe we got wild and put someone like terra here XDD

But willow starts to feel more confident in herself and her abilities and embrace her love of plants here, she loves the sports, makes a new friend in gus and luz, and challenges the notions set against her.

Tho that's not all, hunter is magicless, but he's the top student and he's always trying to prove himself to his uncle, who runs his own company (maybe he makes artificial magic stuff idk). And he and willow start off on the wrong foot but form a romance over time as hunter learns to stand up to his uncle.

(Huntlow Romance happening along the way)

Caleb and Evelyn also run the company as co-owners and frequently argue with philip about the pressure he puts on hunter but eventually they do put their foot down. (Also maybe some witteclaw kids are hunter's siblings)

on top of that, the Blights are the royal family of the isles, odalia turning the world more cooperate and alador rarely having the ability to stand up to her. Amity and her siblings are all "Golden guard" types, but while edric and emira rarely take the job seriously, amity does because of how much she's under odalia's foot and she feels the pressure to live up to her expectations.

So yeah, we got blights vs Willow in a whole new way here.

That's an outline of this au, i don't have a lot else to say on it, there's plenty of room to mess with it, but i think there's potential to have it's own fun unique direction.

maybe the wittebanes are still human, maybe odalia also is working with the collector to keep her on the top, lotta room for fun here.

So yeah, fun swap aus with twists that could make them into unique canon divergence/swap aus, they don’t have to follow canon to an exact, they’re a fun spin on the canon show + putting characters into each other’s roles.

and i loved coming up with them, even if i don’t complete them into a full project myself

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IDK if this is an unpopular take, and idk if its because I just have a lot of bad experiences with allo-norms and has constantly see how it hurts friendships and devalues them, but I'd love aro/ace's POV on this: I feel it would be more useful to label relationships by boundaries rather than a binary of romantic vs platonic. Friends can live together, raise kids together, have sex. Doesn’t mean they have romantic attraction necessarily. (And when romantic attraction is described as just a "stronger" form of platonic attraction like 99% of the time, it’s not helpful either - it bugs me when people say stuff like 'romance/sex is just an intimate friendship' which no. it really isn't IMO.) Categorizing feelings is difficult but people have to be so obsessed with “am I in love” they can’t focus instead on “what do I want my future with this person to be like” It should be more common for people outside of aro/ace spaces or even queer spaces to challenge traditional ideas of romantic vs platonic relationships even.

People really only hurt themselves and perpetuate toxic ideals by limiting themselves like that.

Like I’ve seen people be like “I cherish and value this friend above all else but I’m not attracted to them” and I want to shake them and be like “you don’t have to belittle your friendships because of allonormativity!!! You can value a friend that way!!! It’s ok!!!!”

But some people would tell them “you’re just in denial of your romantic feelings” and I want to shake them up too.

I could go into how romance/allonormativity is toxic in itself too but I don't wanna ramble too much; I guess I just have a lot of frustrations with allo-ism as a normalised concept and how, I feel it can be more toxic then not but I don't want to let my own bad experiences with it bring down others. This isn't to say ace/aro ppl are superior of course, like i said i think relationships should be determined by boundaries rather then binary.

This is a really interesting take and I actually agree with you on this. The idea that romance is the absolute highest form of love is restrictive for alloromantic people just as much as it is for aros.

I don't believe in the relationship hierarchy, especially when it's based on the type of love you feel for someone rather than yknow, trust, the level of intimacy or how strong your bond is. The type of love shouldn't be what determines how close you are with someone and placing romance above everything and putting up a border for when it's no longer "just friends" and is now romance is bullshit from both straight and queer perspectives. I personally hate the idea that two friends can't possibly be close without it crossing into the romance territory cause it's such a narrow view of how relationships work. Me and my best friend for example are very close, to the point where we consider ourselves to be like brothers and we have no romantic feelings for eachother, yet people still kind of assume we Must be "more than friends". As for stuff like friends with benefits, it shouldn't be so outlandish to consider that friends might have sex and still be friends without entering a romantic relationships. Especially in the queer community where sleeping with friends is considered pretty commonplace.

All in all, yeah, this is something to think about. It's kind of mind poisoning to view relationships as forming a hierarchy and it shouldn't be an aro-exclusive thing to deconstruct that idea

#anon #mail time

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dreamofmetoday · 1 year

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QUICK READING RECAP

27th to 30th of march 2023

💌✨🍓does justin bieber love hailey bieber?

↳ 3oS,KoP, frog rx

it’s hard to explain because the answer is yes and no. i don’t think he married her because he was deeply in love with her. she was just there, convenient and compatible with him so he considered her a good longterm option. he always had affection and love for her (it just wasn’t “in love”) and he’s grown to love her more over time. she’s a good wife on paper and there’s a sense of being comfortable but i don’t think he’s been faithful.

💫🍄🫧does justin bieber miss selena gomez?

↳ 4oC, 10oC

yes, he reminisces sometimes and misses her. when he’s bored or upset with how his life is he does wonder how it could have been but i don’t think he wants her in a serious way, so in that sense he doesn’t miss her.

🍇🧸💭what makes someone romantically desirable (personality) to nct’s jaehyun?

↳ heart, stars

when someone wants simple, classic romance. someone who’s compassionate and gentle. he naturally likes someone who’s more on the optimistic side and is peaceful and happy.

🏮🦒💡how does ryujin feel about her masculine image?

↳ stars, 6oW, plantain

she is fine with it but she doesn’t see it as “masculine” herself and wouldn’t appreciate being called manly or anything male-adjacent you could say. she thinks she’s just being her most comfortable self, so she’s not trying to present a masculine image and nor is she trying to present a feminine one. she basically just sees her masculine image as “non-idol ryujin” in her mind, it’s not super deep to her.

🍊🥭🥬how is crush and red velvet joy’s relationship currently?

↳ wheat rx, star, QoC

they’re out of the honeymoon stage for sure so there’s a need to be proactive and for them to add spice to the relationship themselves, they also have to deal with conflicting schedules but it’s pretty solid. they have fun together and feel emotionally fulfilled.

🧁🍡🍬how does aespa’s winter see giselle?

↳ house, tower

winter sees giselle as someone who’s out to get something or achieve a goal but doesn’t quite have the ability to yet (ambitious), though winter sees she is working steadily. she thinks giselle is consistent and doesn’t expect too many surprises from her. she sees giselle as well-connected (most likely through family) but that despite this she is actually pretty lonely and sort of an outcast.

🎂🥞🍰is nct’s taeyong dating right now?

↳ mandrake, 6oP, emperor

yes. could be in the early stages currently because i get he’s still in the phase where he’s showing off and doing his best to put his best foot forward to impress the other person. strong physical attraction.

🍸🥡🍾how will aespa’s comeback do?

↳ cow, 10oW, 7oC

bit confusing because it seems sm will be satisfied with the result and they are being protected and helped in many ways (idk if it’s about past scandals or if this comeback will involve more scandals happening such as plagiarism or even from the members or something). however, the members themselves will be really upset with this whole comeback once it’s over… i’m meaning almost wishing they never debuted in this group sort of upset. this could be a sort of filler comeback in the company’s eyes, so it gives the girls enough exposure and the company enough money while they focus on the next new thing, but it’s not exactly spectacular or what aespa thought they were going to be doing.

🍂🎍🍁random prediction for aespa within the next year?

↳ 8oC, 5oS

new concept or way of approaching their image. reminds me of embracing simplicity, so i think they will try a more tried and true og girl group method and it will be a good move for them overall. however, there is some sort of interruption coming up for them that will likely also affect their reputation in some way - a scandal, losing someone or something, someone leaking something, a cancellation, sabotage etc. but they will overcome this and are protected.

🎏🎁🧸something random about ive’s wonyoung right now?

↳ 8oC, 6oC, QoC, 9oS, mistletoe rx

she has a lot of anxiety about having to grow up. she isn’t happy about not being a minor anymore and is worried about what people are going to expect of her now, personally and professionally. she is afraid of dating for this reason too, i don’t think she has ever been in a relationship and likely even avoids crushes and gets nervous about people approaching her.

🥂☕️🍪is starship mistreating ive’s liz? is it because she gained weight?

↳ lady’s mantle, KoC, judgment

no, they’re not technically mistreating her nor are they too concerned with her weight gain. they’re actually worried about her mental health and confidence and liz herself may have even requested to not have so much attention on her after becoming insecure from reactions to her in previous comebacks. i don’t think it’s that serious in the sense that she’s going to be super hidden in this comeback* but realistically she would probably even go on hiatus if she could. however, starship did think they could twist this to their advantage and get some attention from it, all press is good press sort of thing. they think the sympathy for liz and marketing her as an underdog is actually beneficial to them. so in this sense they are not really looking out for her.

*as in she’s not actually going to be super hidden.

💐🍄🍃is twice’s sana bisexual?

↳ clover, celtic bean, KoC, justice

yes! but when it comes to serious relationships may focus on men, at least currently.

🥂🪷✨what did sullyoon think of jinni leaving nmixx?

↳ star, devil, empress

she was genuinely a bit sad but she mostly viewed it in a very objective way from a work perspective. she thought it was a good thing because she didn’t trust jinni to behave and she thought about how there’s less people to share their pay between now but she was upset about the fact that jinni was one of the prettier and more talented members (in her eyes) so she was worried people wouldn’t like the group as much anymore. mostly, she just did her best to be optimistic.

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What do you think of MC x Wayne? The devs' most favorable pairing above all the characters, in spite of Stella being the #1 popular Li. Isn't he supposed to be our otp for the main player? I know that you don't seem very fond of Wayne lately because of how he feels and treats your main Li, especially how he is going to feel about that character's unfortunate outcome in one of the bad endings involving a character's death? Also, who will you romance if you are not together with Reese? Oscar or Stella, perhaps?

gotta be honest, this feels like bait.

first off - i’m so confused by a lot of this. i don’t think the devs ever said mc x wayne was their favorite pairing, or that it was supposed to be an otp for the player character??? the way the game works is that there is no “otp” for the player character - you can choose to romance whoever you want, or no one at all; it’s all dependent on your individual playthrough.

second - i don’t really think ive said that the reason i dislike wayne is because of how he treats reese. i mean, that definitely doesn’t help, but my main beef with him is how he treats the MC. he acts like you’re an idiot who can’t make decisions for yourself (but only if you make decisions he doesn’t agree with - very controlling) and denies the MC autonomy by refusing to listen when they tell him to stop doing things, like following them around or threatening to hurt their friends (which, in the case of reese, he actually goes through with). he’s also just an asshole, and i don’t enjoy the way he talks about a lot of people and creatures.

in general, his behavior and personality remind me of creepy asshole guys i’ve had to deal with in my past, and it kind of baffles me when people try and paint him as a good guy. he’s not meant to be a good guy. i think a lot of people know that and that’s why they’re drawn to him (and i get it bc i have plenty of villains i love lol), but I’ve seen just as many people who act like it would be crazy to want to get away from Wayne and the best course of action is to let him have full control and “protect” you all the time. like, if you want that for your playthrough, that’s great, go for it. but i take umbrage with the idea that it’s an objective reality that everyone needs to accept.

now, all this is to say that i do think he’s a well written character. i like him as an antagonist and i think the devs did a great job of creating him in a way that elicits real fear. love him as a character, but despise him when i’m actually experiencing the game as MC, and when people act like I’m committing a crime by disliking him and i need to change my opinion. everyone seems to get it when you say you hate sybil, but if you say you don��t like wayne, people act like you’ve confessed to murder.

moving away from that rant, this message is just baffling in general lmao. quickly addressing most everything else - i’m fine with the concept of mc x wayne, everyone can ship what they want, it’s just not for me, and i dont want to be told that it is the “canon route/best route” and everyone should love it and choose it or whatever. ive never really talked about stella so idk where you got that i would want to romance her??? she’s one of the characters im just not attracted to bc she’s not my type. i will always choose reese in every playthrough bc i feel like im abandoning or betraying him if I don’t, but if I couldn’t choose him, I would choose oscar, followed by kaneeka.

i’m hoping this is enough to end any more questions from you, because if you come back with more bait/troll type messages, I’ll probably just block.

#anonymous #answered asks #scarlet hollow #Wayne scarlet hollow #Reese Kelly #Stella Richmond #Oscar Gutierrez #Kaneeka Forsyth #wayne critical #<- black list that tag if you don’t wanna see this #though hopefully this is my last post on the matter #i just woke up from a nap after i finished a long day of work #so i’m probably a bit more on edge than normal

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practically-an-x-man · 2 months

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questions for fic writers #s 1, 2, 3, 12, 13, 14, 23, 26, and 30 :)

Thank you so much!!

Questions for fic writers

What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

Honestly... Taking Flight. It's in by far the smallest fandom I've written for, but that almost works in its favor because it means the fic is able to stand largely on its own without requiring any background knowledge into the Fablehaven universe. And it's my most recent longfic, so it best reflects my current level of skill and writing style from the first chapter. Plus... I'm just really proud of it, and I wish more people would read it

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

Angst, Fluff, and Hurt/Comfort are the top three. Makes a lot of sense, most of my fics include a blend of all three at some point

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

References to birds, references to music, devoted couples facing the horrors of life at each other's side, and romance alongside fast-paced action or angst

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

Hanahaki! I didn't enjoy the idea that only requited love would cure the disease, since it basically put the weight of a person's life on the other reciprocating feelings that they really can't control. But I've seen a version of Hanahaki that's based on the confession, not the love itself, and I like that a lot more

13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore?

I don't know about particular tropes, but I think my characters have become a lot stronger and more self-possessed than they used to be (we're talking like... when I was 14-15 and just getting into fanfic here). I don't think it was full "damsel in distress", but there were definitely a lot more OCs in need of rescue rather than working together to rescue themselves. Idk

14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer?

I mean... I've only ever read Twilight/vampire fics as written by @nebulousfishgills, and I had to look at a wiki just to know who the Volturi were, if that tells you anything. I don't like Twilight at all, but I really like Nebby's writing style and characters

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

Hm... I've had a few ideas for a soulmate AU, but I've never put one down on the page. The closest is Heartstrings, but that doesn't quite count.

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?

No dialogue. I explained this in more depth in a previous ask, but I feel like building a scene would get stilted and awkward if it relied on only dialogue.

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

I mean... I feel like I'm always a little bit out of my comfort zone in some way or another. Writing is an exercise for me, so I try to pick at least one character detail or writing style that I need to practice and research so that I'll always be engaged in the story.

I will say that writing Desert Song has definitely stretched me in a lot of ways - there are some darker characters, more intense moments, and a few slightly racier scenes than I usually write, and working myself through those moments I feel has made me more well-rounded as a writer in general. The spicy scenes especially... I still don't write smut, but I've gotten a lot more comfortable with spicier scenes in general, and that's also made me better at other types of emotional intensity in scenes I think

#my friends!!!#answered asks #ask game #my writing

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jaimeshonorhardon · 6 months

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ned/jaime fic concept

modern au jaime post figuring out his trauma works at an animal shelter for dogs

Single dad Ned finds a bunch of “puppies” by the road and is like idk what kind these are and takes them to get checked and vetted up before taking them home and he goes to jaimes shelter and like he doesn’t expect him there and Jaime leaves him with a bad taste in his mouth but like his kids will love these puppies and is like hey can u tell me what these are and give them their shots so I can go and jaimes just like u dumb sexy idiot I have bad history with these are WOLVES how did you find theses?????? U were gonna give them to children ?????? Jaime instantly needing to have sex with this fucking idiot. Post cersei he hasn’t been with anyone in years due to insecurities/major blows to his confidence (cersei trauma and no hand trauma) and the lack of practice in genuine flirting besides a little thing he had with his bestie (brienne) but they were both going thru some shit and are just family now but he literally hasn’t been interested in anyone either (demisexual jaime rights) so he literally is just stumbling and blushing and then just blatantly flirting but ned thinks that’s just how he’s always been but maybe a little more nervous than usual so doesn’t really get it

But also later for jaime truly falling for him it’s because ned is just such a good dad (obviously ruggedly hot but that’s besides the point) with a heart of gold like he’s a single dad of fucking 6 plus Theon so 7 and is super busy with his company but makes time for all of those fucking kids and all of their activities and for ned—ned is just like wow Jaime is really good with these dogs they really like him animals know best plus he’s very very good at his job just something about an efficient man that animals like he seems changed and a good person now plus he’s gorgeous and my kids don’t mind him I’ll let myself love him :)

but Jaime at first is just purely horny for ned (that’s just what he tells himself) and then eventually is like oh no…..I am in love with this old caring father while said father at first had no idea what was going on but after they fuck he immediately and silently in his head decides he’s romantically seeing where things go and falls in love gradually and naturally compared to jaimes bomb of a realization one day as he has no practice in this besides having always been “in love” (imagine post trauma Jaime also air quoting) with cersei and ned was fully married and in love before

FUCK and of course Jaime has to go over periodically to check on the wolves growth and behavior cuz like that’s what ALL vets do right …right??!!?? He tells himself yes of course 😅 I’m not being too secretly crazy in love I’m just being helpful! He won’t catch on! Ned goes from oblivous to begrudgingly accepting into making it apart of his life and something to look forward to with Jaime in their initial stages of romance while jaime is just internally screaming that he hopes ned doesn’t catch onto his feelings and how much he needs ned in his life and cares and if he rejects him cuz cersei never gave a single shit about any of his true feelings and he cannot handle losing the best man he’s ever met even as a kind of friend he’s fucking and helping taking care of his wolves and kids (jaime is their second dad at this point he’s the only one who doesn’t know)

He also thinks ned doesn’t know what to do with all these dogs anyway he’s a busy man with 7 kids he needs help these poor wolves probably aren’t getting proper care and the children need rides to school which is on his way to work (jaime is the one not getting proper care and ned can tell the man is low key struggling on his own why not just add another one into the pack more the merrier)

And of course ned has a huge property and one of the pups gets lost late at night and he calls Jaime to help and they get snowed in at some cabin at the end of the property where the little pup took shelter (probs ghost bc he’s harder to find and quiet so it would take until nightfall) and ya know ~things~ happen between the two men

I need those two mfs to be locked in a cabin so bad idk …

#ned stark/jaime lannister #jaime lannister #ned stark #ned stark x jaime lannister #asoiaf #I was texting my friend gabi and it all just came out over text so I’m posting here cuz I need to relive this idea in my head once a week #always adding to this

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parachutingkitten · 6 months

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Going anon because I don’t want to be killed for this.

My sin is that I don’t think the concept of Llorumi is as big of a deal as ppl make it out to be??

Idk how to explain it cohesively, but I’ll try.

Yes, I think shipping them in any way that makes it romantic or normal is strange, especially since doing that would require heavily downplaying Harumi’s actions as well as Lloyd’s trauma because of them. But (and stay with me bc this is going to sound INSANE) I think if people looked at them and shipped them in the same way they ship Will Graham and Hannibal from the show Hannibal, I think it would be ok to an extent??

Like, they’re SO terrible for each other and in an extremely toxic way. This gives them SUCH an interesting dynamic, but nobody will hear me out with that. But people always make it out to be, ‘you’re a terrible person if you imagine them in the same room together’ and it’s like. Man. Let us have a little fun with it. I’d never think about Llorumi in ANY sort of healthy dynamic, I’d never ship them romantically, but the way they’d be so terrible for each other is very very interesting to me.

Sorry for being long winded, I think about this a lot. Thank u for listening.

I can agree with you on this front. The idea of Lloyd having feelings for harumi and possibly harumi also having some feeling in return is an interesting concept that keeps drama high, and that I have written one shots about. All my ideas for Lloyd romance involve him working through llorumi trauma and it makes for great stuff.

But it should be treated that way. An interesting dynamic to look into both characters individually. The idea that either of them would actually try and pursue a relationship with the other is off the table for me though. It's just not a scenerio that i see as possibly happening- not to mention how toxic it would be if it did. However, as exs that can't fully forget about the other, they have a great dynamic. All the flirty crap in crystalized is absolutely the wrong way to go about things. If you liked that crap, you’ve got a big sin on your shoulders.

But, the both of them being unable to kill each other cuz they maybe still might like them... that's good stuff right there.

Idk anything about Hannibal, but it seems like we might be on the same page here? If these thoughts mirror your own, I feel confident in saying you are forgiven.

#your are forgiven #ninjago #asks #thanks anon!#give me your sins

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clusterbuck · 2 years

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Tying your lover’s tie prompt if you’re so inspired 💙🦛

5x18 spec but the idealised universe wishlist kind that’s also kind of another take on a 5x17 coda? idk it got away from me a little

(i know they’re not wearing ties in the bts pics and some details were sniped by the bt bones sneak peek just let me live)

my hands are shaking from holding back from you

2.5k, T, ao3 link

Three weeks later, Hen and Karen renew their wedding vows.

Three weeks later, Buck has spent twenty-one nights in Eddie’s bed and approximately nineteen of them extremely aware that Eddie’s bed might be the only place in life he ever wants to be. That he wants to fall into Eddie’s bed at the end of the day and not have to concentrate on keeping his limbs separate from Eddie’s, which seems pointless anyway since they wake up every morning curled into each other.

Three weeks later, Buck has spent approximately eighty per cent of his time berating himself for taking this long to notice that he is ass over teakettle in love with his best friend.

So now Hen and Karen are renewing their wedding vows, and Buck is—Buck is a lot of things, but he’s mostly worried about the concept of Eddie in a suit.

Buck is, after all, only one man. He’s a little worried it might be too much for him to handle.

send me an intimate romance prompt!

The day Jonah goes after Chimney and Hen is the last day Buck will ever set foot in his loft, but he doesn’t know it at the time.

The end of the day finds him at Chimney’s apartment, tickling Jee-Yun's belly with one hand and holding his phone in the other, staring down at it and trying to figure out whether he’s in the process of talking himself into or out of calling Eddie.

Into, because his head is full of thoughts tripping over each other at the speed of light, and every time he manages to catch one it makes him so angry he wants to throw things. So angry he probably would, if not for the baby half-asleep next to him. Into, because he feels like a piece of driftwood battered about by the sea, and Eddie’s always been good at bringing him to shore.

Out of, because it’s late and Eddie’s an hour ahead of him anyway, and Eddie’s been travelling and needs his sleep. Out of, because Eddie’s just spent twenty-four uninterrupted hours with his parents for the first time in years and he probably has more important things to worry about than the fact that Buck’s longest-ever relationship is in the process of imploding.

He doesn’t have to make the decision, in the end, because Eddie calls him. Buck figures it’s because he wants to bitch about his parents and makes it halfway through his half-hearted question before Eddie cuts him off with a snort.

“That’s not why I called, Buck,” he says, the same kind of fond exasperation in his voice as when Buck tries to leave his house before dinner. His don’t be stupid, Buck voice, the one tinged with just enough affection that Buck can’t ever bring himself to get annoyed about the stupid part. “I saw your girlfriend on tv.”

Even through the phone, Buck can hear the way Eddie’s mouth curves around the word girlfriend like it’s sharp. Spiky. Like a landmine on his tongue.

“Yeah, well,” Buck says. “That is definitely a thing that happened.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Eddie asks.

“No,” Buck says, “It’s just—”

He then proceeds to rant about it for another seventeen minutes.

“But you don’t want to talk about it,” Eddie says, and the slight laugh hidden behind his words travels down the phone and settles between Buck’s ribs, holding him afloat.

“Shut up,” Buck mutters. He’s quiet for a moment, then: “I have to break up with her, don’t I?”

“Do you want to break up with her?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah,” Buck says, immediate, and tries not to think about how the word feels like relief. “I—yeah. I think maybe I did anyway.”

“Living together not all it’s cracked up to be?”

“Do you think it’s possible to love someone but not really like them?” Buck asks instead of answering.

Eddie huffs. “You remember where I am right now, right?” Then he sighs. “But I figure it’s probably different when it’s family.”

“Yeah,” Buck says. “Yeah, it probably is.”

So the next day he goes back to his loft, a speech for breaking up with Taylor prepared and ready to go, but Taylor stands in the doorway and doesn’t let him in. And Buck had been prepared for a screaming match, but all that’s left is quiet resignation. Like it’s a done deal. Which—is probably fair, he thinks. He’d probably be resigned, too, if he’d gotten the kind of voicemails he’d left Taylor last night.

Buck wonders if maybe he should kick Taylor out—it was his apartment first, after all—but it seems like a lot of effort for an apartment that’s never felt like more than a place to sleep and store his things. So he mutters something about figuring out details about the apartment later and turns on his heel, on autopilot down the hall and into his jeep and down the roads he knows like the back of his hand. He lets himself into Eddie’s house, and the relieved breath he draws feels like his first real one all day.

It’s only early afternoon, but exhaustion weighs on Buck like rocks piling upon his shoulders. Just an hour or two, he thinks. He has time to nap for an hour or two before he needs to pick Eddie and Christopher up from the airport. Eddie doesn’t know he’s coming, but Buck can already imagine the pleased sort of surprise that will spread across his face when Eddie spots him.

Only he stretches out on Eddie’s bed and closes his eyes, and the next thing he knows he’s blinking them open in the hazy half-darkness of twilight and the bed is shifting from the weight of someone sitting on it.

“Hey, Buck,” Eddie says, and when Buck manages to get his eyes all the way open he sees Eddie’s soft smile, the one he’s pretty sure only he and Christopher have ever seen.

“Fuck,” Buck groans. “I was gonna—”

“Hey,” Eddie says. “If I could pick between airport pickup and this, I would pick this every time.”

Buck doesn’t think he’s awake enough to start picking apart whatever that might mean. “You could have had both,” he mumbles instead. “This is the closest thing I have to a home right now.”

“My bed?” Eddie asks.

“Whole house,” Buck says. “We didn’t—Taylor and I didn’t talk about what to do about the loft, but I’m gonna give it to her. She doesn’t have a you.”

“No one does,” Eddie says. “No one but you.”

“No,” Buck agrees. “So—I can stay here? For—”

“For as long as you need,” Eddie interrupts. “You know that.”

“Yeah,” Buck mumbles. “I know.”

“You do have to move over, though,” Eddie says. “You only get to sleep in my bed if you make room for me.”

It seems fair enough, Buck thinks as he drifts back into sleep.

Three weeks later, Hen and Karen renew their wedding vows.

Three weeks later, Buck has spent approximately eighty per cent of his time berating himself for taking this long to notice that he is ass over teakettle in love with his best friend.

So now Hen and Karen are renewing their wedding vows, and Buck is—Buck is a lot of things, but he’s mostly worried about the concept of Eddie in a suit.

Buck is, after all, only one man. He’s a little worried it might be too much for him to handle.

He’s spent the past three weeks adjusting to exactly how badly he wants to put his mouth on Eddie. And his hands. And his—

The point is, after three weeks he’s getting pretty good at controlling himself around the versions of Eddie he sees every day. Eddie in his uniform, the fabric stretching tight over his shoulders and his ass; Eddie in his turnouts, still preening a little every time he pulls the suspenders on now that he’s back on active duty. Eddie at home, soft and unguarded in sweats and well-worn henleys; Eddie, first thing in the morning, rubbing sleep from his eyes with his hair sticking every which way. These are versions he’s used to, as much as anyone can ever be used to the vision that is Eddie Diaz.

But he hasn’t built up an immunity to Eddie in a suit. He hasn’t seen Eddie in a suit since—he’s not sure he ever has, actually. So Buck just wants it known for the record that in the event he loses his entire mind, it’s not his fault. It’s the suit.

Eddie’s standing in front of the hallway mirror muttering to himself, and Buck can’t tear his eyes away from the lines of his shoulders, the close cut of his suit pants. It takes him a moment to realise that the smooth rippling of Eddie’s arms is because he’s trying to tie his tie, and that the muttering consists mainly of swearwords.

“Hey,” Buck says, stepping closer. “Need a hand?”

“I need Windsor knots to be less fucking complicated,” Eddie says.

Buck rolls his eyes. “Here, let me do it.”

“I can tie my own tie, Buck.”

“Can you?” Buck asks, gesturing at the tie Eddie is clutching.

“In theory,” Eddie says.

“Well, let me do it in practice,” Buck says. “Or we’re gonna be late in a second. Chris is all but sitting in the car honking for us.”

“Fine,” Eddie grumbles. He turns as if to face Buck, but Buck grabs his shoulders and positions him back in front of the mirror, moving to stand behind him.

“I only know how to do it this way,” Buck says, reaching around him. Eddie stands still in the circle of his arms, and when Buck speaks he can see goosebumps rise on Eddie’s skin where the exhale from his words brushes past.

Buck works quickly, carefully, trying to focus all of his attention on his hands and not on the fact that if he just turned his head a little his lips would meet Eddie’s cheek. If he shifted his weight the slightest bit forward, the fly of his pants would press against Eddie’s ass.

Yeah, he’s trying to keep his mind off that one.

The moment lasts a lifetime and it’s over before it even begins, and Buck briefly entertains the idea of messing it up and redoing it just to stand here a few seconds more. But the longer he stands here, the more tempted he is to throw caution to the wind and press his lips to the side of Eddie’s throat, and that’s a line he won’t be able to uncross.

So he adjusts the knot, tugs on Eddie’s collar to make sure the points are even, and takes a step back.

In front of him, Eddie exhales, like maybe he’s been holding his breath.

“Okay, good to go,” Buck says, his voice only the tiniest bit shaky. “We should—”

He’s interrupted by a honk from outside, and Eddie huffs a laugh. “I thought you were kidding about the honking.”

Buck shrugs. “I gave him the keys, he made his own decisions.”

“I feel like you should have seen this coming.”

“Maybe,” Buck grins. “But come on, we should go before he gets carried away and the neighbours complain.”

“He gets that from you,” Eddie mutters. “I didn’t raise him to be obnoxious like that.”

Buck snorts, even as warmth spreads through him. “Sure you didn’t.”

Eddie grins. “No comment.”

Eddie’s fucking with him. Eddie has to be fucking with him, because Buck can’t think of a single other good reason for anything Eddie is doing right now.

It starts the second they take their seats for the vow renewal ceremony. Christopher sits between them, and Eddie stretches his arm out along the back of Christopher’s chair. Then his fingers brush Buck’s arm. It’s light at first, barely there, so brief Buck almost thinks he imagines it. But then it happens again, and when Buck whirls around to look at him, Eddie quirks the corner of his mouth into half a smile.

It starts there, and it keeps going, like Eddie’s magnetised and Buck is the pole. Eddie’s never more than a few feet away from him, touching him more often than not. It’s an arm pressed against his when they lean against the bar together, a knee brushing his thigh under the table when they sit down for dinner. It’s Eddie going to the bar and bringing back drinks for both of them, and Eddie standing behind his chair, resting his forearms on Buck’s shoulders and leaning over him to talk to Maddie when he comes back instead of just taking his seat.

Buck looks up, craning his head back to look at Eddie. From his vantage point he can’t see much, just the jut of his chin, the tip of his nose and the occasional flash of hair. Then Eddie looks down at him, leaning back a little so Buck can see his face, and it’s upside down but Buck’s pretty sure that’s Eddie’s Buck-and-Christopher smile.

Buck opens his mouth to ask a question—he’s not sure which question, exactly, but it’s probably somewhere in the neighbourhood of what the fuck—but the music that’s playing shifts into a song that Buck recognises from Eddie’s kitchen playlist, and Eddie’s face splits into a grin.

“Hey,” he says, his fingertips tapping out the beat on Buck’s sternum. “Come dance with me.”

And what’s Buck going to do, say no? Of course he follows Eddie out onto the makeshift dance floor. Eddie takes his hand, and Buck’s only ever seen Eddie doing something Christopher calls dad dancing but this is definitely not that. This is Eddie moving fluidly in time with the song. This is Eddie’s hips rolling and Eddie’s hand settling on Buck’s waist, pulling him closer, until their bodies are pressed together and Buck moves along with Eddie. This is Eddie’s breath warm against Buck’s ear and the slight scruff along Eddie’s jawline scraping against Buck’s cheek, and this is Buck about to lose his entire mind.

“Eddie—” he manages to say, trying very hard to keep his voice level and not too breathy. “Eddie, what are you—”

“What am I doing?” Eddie asks, a glint in his eye, and Buck nods.

“I’m testing a theory,” Eddie says.

Buck frowns. “What’s your theory?”

“This,” Eddie says, whisper-soft. There’s a moment, and then Eddie leans in and his lips meet Buck’s. He’s stunned into stillness for one heartbeat, two, then Buck’s hand comes up to cup Eddie’s jaw and the other one clutches the tie he’d tied for Eddie earlier. He’s probably pulling it askew, but Eddie’s mouth is soft on his, warm, insistent and gentle all at once, and Eddie tastes a little like the champagne they’ve been drinking and a lot like home, and the tie doesn’t really seem important in the midst of all that.

“Accurate,” Buck murmurs when Eddie pulls away, breathing hard, going only far enough to rest his forehead against Buck’s. Music is still playing, something slower, now, and Buck isn’t sure whether they’re swaying in time to the song or the beat of their intertwined hearts.

“What?” Eddie asks, eyebrows furrowing.

“Your theory,” Buck says. “I don’t know, is accurate the right word? Are theories accurate? Should it be correct?”

“We can look it up later,” Eddie promises, ducking in for a quick kiss that turns into two, three.

Buck snatches one more, then: “Eddie?”

“Yeah?” Eddie says, running his thumb along Buck’s cheekbone.

“Will you take me home?”

Eddie grins, the bright kind of smile that’s been Buck’s north star for longer than he even knows how to count. “Yeah, Buck,” he says. “Let’s go home.”

(Later, once they get home and put Christopher to bed, Buck unties Eddie’s tie. It’s a lot more fun that way.)

#911fic #buddie #buddie fic #ask emma #emma writes #hippolotamus

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sparkly-s0da · 3 months

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Hey guys so in return for aro month and valentines day im gonna show you what “phases/bouts” i went for to figure out who i was/am

This is gonna be rlly long so yeah

straight because i had a really good friend that i think would be cool i spent the rest of my life with because he’s a great friend. I like him? Maybe? I just know i wanna spend time with him because he’s my friend

Straight but watching gacha life gay videos was okay because it was entertaining i think its not gonna mess me up at all (it messed me up for life turns out, like it straight up ruined my perception of life and cringe and imprinted on me in ways the world cannot ever imagine unless you were a gacha kid who happened to accidentally consume really inappropriate gacha stuff)

learned more about queer community more and ppl aren’t just gay and friend starts thinking if they’re lgbtq (they kinda arent and they’re transphobic -ish now i think) And so i start thinking, and go hey i do these hand symbols insert ✌️ and👈 (and on top of that i have no preference for who i want to date really. I’m BI!!! Or something i guess

Wait. I’m not attracted to anything like a lots of ppl. Im ace, right? Yeahh

no im demi proabbly

stopped caring

realized that hey? I don’t know what romantic love is and how to percieve it? I don’t know how to feel it? Except in comics and fanfics. And i have never really felt that way

but i really really wanna be friends and hang out with certain ppl so much so even if i might not know them? I might want to just talk to them? Maybe be friends? They just look so cool! They’re like me, and i think i just want to talk to them. Is that a crush? But the actual concept of romance itself has never shown itself to me. What is love, really? Am i supposed to romantically like someone? I don’t know if i HAVE or not.

Yk what i think i’m aromantic

ppl keep shipping me w/ppl they say i like him. what if im not what if i AM in love and i don’t know?

am i even who i think i am?

Look so i don’t truly know how love works, how to perceive it, if ppl even like me like that, if I want to be liked, if i want to like, if i know how to like and can just DO it. Maybe i am aro

so like im aro (either aego/cupiro) or like angled aroace because idk im like aroace but aspec and not straightforward aroace. Not sure.

So thats me hbu? :)

-Soda

(You got this you can find your own way!!)

#aromantic #aroace #lgbtqia #the bi to aroace pipeline fr #queer #how i figured out me as a person

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im-tempted · 6 months

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The Black Parade is a rock opera concept album written by American rock band My Chemical Romance. It follows the story of a young, ex military, terminal cancer patient as he reckons with his life, death, and the impact his life really had. Many people like to rearrange the song order of the album to tell the story, however I think the order of all of the tracks in Black Parade are where they’re meant to be. MyChem’s other albums tell a cohesive story within their designated track orders and never need to be swapped around so I personally follow that rule as well when it comes to Black Parade.

Of course we start with The End narrating, rather sarcastically, the current situation of our protagonist. The End and Dead! are two tracks in this album that are the definition of DO NOT SEPARATE.

Generally I see The End and Dead! as the big opener,This Is How I Disappear as anger The Sharpest Lives as reckless self indulgence/destruction, Welcome to the Black Parade as a reflection in a moment of clarity almost like a broken promise the patient never wanted to break, I Don’t Love You is the patient speaking to his partner possibly trying to convince them to give up loving him because he's a dead man already.

House of Wolves is the religious guilt/anger of realizing that all the actions he took serving his country and how he lived his life were damning and not saving, while Welcome to the Black Parade is a hopeful look on the afterlife, House of Wolves is a negative. “Heaven” vs “Hell” maybe.

Cancer is pretty self explanatory, patient speaking to his loved ones nearing his end. Mama is A Lot. It’s a confession of sin from the war (this and blood and dead are where the military context comes from as well as the social political climate of when the album was released) it's a confession of sin in the personal life as well. “You should have raised a baby girl I could have been a better son” can take on a few meanings all of which are up for interpretation. Sleep is a sobering realization. It’s devoid of anger or passion or anything, like a quiet defeat.The opening tape recording is of Gerard describing to their therapist the nightmares they had while staying in a haunted house to write this album with his bandmates.

Teenagers I have not enough to say regarding the overall story but a banger. Disenchanted is in the title, it's the final result and reflection of the patient’s life. No matter what he did it was always going to end up this way. Nothing he could have done would have changed it.

Famous Last Words is an interesting one. Gerard originally wrote it for their brother Mikey, who was taking a short break from the band during the writing process to deal with various mental health going ons at the moment. When he returned and heard the song he asked for it (AND DISENCHANTED!) to be on the album. It fits thematically, and adds a hopeful note to the end of a tragedy.

THESE ARE MY INTERPRETATIONS I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR YOUR OWN IF YOU'VE GOT ANY. ABSOLUTELY AMAZING ALBUM

this became so much longer than i thought it would i am so sorry

ok finally have the time to sit down and respond to this idk how long this will get i have thoughts(tm) if theirs one thing I'm always thinking about it's death and SPECIFICALLY terminal illness which as someone who's actually had that will probably wildly influence my reading of the album (I know shock to everyone I've never been to war) as well as my big feelings about medical things in general (this album was made in a lab about me actually)

overarching it's always interesting to see stories where death is not only expected but something actively being waited for I feel like everyone and their mother knows they're going to die to the point it's joked about but I don't think many people actually understand that as someone who had to metaphorically stare down the barrel of a gun from birth it's always interesting to see others express that feeling of not quite apathy that I've always felt but the moment you stop trying to claw your way away from death and when you start just living with it always over you shoulder

anyways back to the actual album

there's something so visceral about giving your body to your country and having it not be able to save you back of sacrificing your safety for you to come back home just to die of something no one can save you from there is no atonement in death of chance you went somewhere and you hurt a lot of people and you come back and don't even have the chance to die of it you die of chance like all the others like people who weren't broken for a cause who didn't shape themselves into a weapon to serve

they say that they don't feel bad for the blood on their hands and should they? for getting sucked into the largest propaganda campaign for trying their best for being in the wrong place at the wrong time a dying man can feel no guilt at some point it's just to late there is no point in feeling bad for what brought you somewhere when you simply don't have time

I think this album is also particularly interesting when the singer is explicitly talking to others (like in mama) 'cuz even though the POV person seems to have come to terms with what they've done it's interesting to one of the hardest parts of dying is trying to explain to anyone else you are because no one will actually believe you I don't have to many thoughts on that right now but I just think that's a part of dying people don't talk about is when you've come to terms with it and no one else has

OVERALL I will be thinking about this album probably for a while and this isn't even close to all of my thoughts but I have so many posts I can make in the future so there's always that This one got a tad away from me I can talk about each song on it's own later if you want but for right now I think all the time about what it's like for someone to come to terms with the fact they are dying and what they had to make themselves to get there (< is so normal about this and hasn't based their whole life around it for almost two decades)

GREAT SONGS

#as I said this got away from me #and you should be grateful/j #love to hear your thoughts please ask me anything I love it so much #album of all time #stickers #adam fucking around #tw medical

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zero-braincells-left · 3 months

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not a vent post but idk if anyone actually wants to listen to me talk about romance and my gf and. my confidence in my romantic attraction shattering right in front of me lmao. anywho

tldr: hmmmmmmmmmm hey i might be lithromantic. but first let’s go on several unrelated tangents that only barely go together to prove whatever point i was trying to make??

ive kind of felt like i feel romance. wrong ? like i know there isn’t a wrong way like this and whatnot but it’s still just. idk. first of all like,,,, i just don’t get the concept of falling in love (romantic). what being in love would even feel like. but most definitely not in an aromantic way, no, i 100% do have crushes. i am. extremely sure about that part. but that’s just liking people. i feel like im too young to be in love, but everyone else announces such. last time i used the word love romantically was fucking forever ago when i was in 4th grade with my very first crush. that, in fact, was not love. love is just a strong word.

(after writing everything else im unsure where to put this where it fits, but also, I haven’t really been able to imagine myself in any sort of long term, romantic relationship. i don’t want to get married, and i can’t see myself dating someone for, like, life.)

but i love my friends. because that’s platonic. love is a perfectly acceptable word to use for platonic or familial things in my mind. just not romance, at least not for myself? like i get the thing of having a partner and being able to say “i love you” and i mean. cmon. with all the ships i have I’ve imagined that with characters plenty of times. but like

i love my best(?) friend so, sosososo much more than i “love” my girlfriend. because, with dating, i just like her. romantic . and she knows that and the feelings mutual because love is just too strong a word for a relationship both of us know isn’t forever. but. do i even like her (romantic.)? i think so? i had a crush on her for like. half a year. and i know that was a crush, for sure. and that day on Halloween when we started dating i was happy, i was excited. but something about calling her my “girlfriend” felt so. weird. ive never dated anyone before, not even a shitty 3 day long elementary school “dating” kinda thing, so i just kinda chalked it up to that. i still can’t pinpoint what it is but right now. yeah, okay, we’re dating. whenever i think about that fact—I like the thought of it but i don’t like that it’s real. that it’s happening. the thought of being ‘romantic’ or holding hands or anything feels genuinely uncomfortable if i think about it now, even when it used to be a nice idea. and in practice, before either of us knew the other liked them, and we had all sorts of “fake” flirting bullshit, i was also perfectly fine and even happy (and flustered) by the closeness because. i liked her. and now with a relationship, even if the idea makes me really uncomfy, in practice I don’t really mind. it’s just, kind of, neutral.

speaking of which, I’ve made several “if you say that again im breaking up with you” or when she does something dumb/silly and goes ‘oh yeah? what you gonna do? break up with me?’ “yes” jokes. and like. she’s fine with that and we both think it’s funny but. i genuinely don’t not mean it, like, the idea of breaking up with her doesn’t bother me (well, it does a bit.) and the idea of staying with her, still dating, also doesn’t bother me (well, it does a bit). again im just completely neutral on it, and she knows this. but i feel like im only here because she likes dating me more than i enjoy it. i cant tell if I like this or not.

it’s like, knowing my feelings were reciprocated and being able to date her like I wanted to, made my feelings go away or at least. lessen (cause i still, I guess, do like her? sort of?)

anyways i guess I might be lithromantic then ? i already know of that label AND I’d considered it before.

for long as I can remember now, I guess, whenever I have crushes I can get over them really quickly. it’s just having that closure that’s fine. hell, earlier this year I liked one of my friends so i told him, got confirmation he didn’t like me back, and then got over it the next day. that was just a few months of crushing though—a couple years ago, i had a crush on one of my main friends at the time for one whole year. December to February of the following year. my feelings didn’t weaken over that time, either. then i got peer pressured into confessing, got confirmation it was a no, and the VERY. NEXT . DAY. i was over him. i knew it was a no so I didn’t dwell on it.

it’s just always been like that, I guess. i can get over anyone if I have the closure.

but nobody’s ever liked me back before. what happens if that ‘closure’ is a yes? i thought about it one time maybe a year or so ago and thought that, yeah, maybe I’d stop liking someone if that was the case. and now it… sort of is. i don’t know how I feel about my gf or what to do about it and I don’t know how to talk to her about it. i know she’s understanding of that so it’s not that im scared she’ll think im weird or wrong for it, just. idk. i dont even know what I’d say, but I might try tomorrow.

im fine dating her, i honestly don’t mind it, i just feel like being able to. express how i do feel about it at least haha. and i feel really guilty that this might be mostly one-sided on her end.

i have another thing to say actually but I’ll rb and add it on cause I want to end this specific thought here

#zero’s irrelevant thoughts #gf..#uhhh hh #idk man

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