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raz-writes-the-thing · 5 months

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Trans Pride (Doctor Who One Shot)

Tenth Doctor x Masc!Reader (FTM specific) / requests are open

Summary: You can't believe the Doctor didn't know you were trans.

CW: not really any cws but reader has had top surgery and the Doctor is an oblivious idiot (and we love him anyway)

Doctor Who Tag List: @nyxiethesimp @quickslvxrr @midnight--raine @blueberry-sunshines (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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It’s not something you’d ever had to bring up with the Doctor. You just were who you were. You had to admit even to yourself that you passed well on the average day-to-day. You had your less confident days, of course, but deep down you knew even on those days that unless someone was really, really looking- or already knew, most people wouldn’t be able to tell that you were assigned female at birth. Which was how you liked it, anyway. Given you weren’t female.

As far as you knew the Doctor was aware, but it wasn’t something you needed to clarify either. It wasn’t something you went around announcing just like a cis-gendered person didn’t wander around announcing their gender either.

And so when you’d needed to change your shirt after your shower, but realised you’d left it hanging over the bannister in the console room, you hadn’t thought a single thing of it.

With a sigh, you haphazardly dried off and wrapped the towel around yourself. Opening the bathroom door, you peeked both ways down the hallway to check for the Doctor before making your way in a little bit of a rush to find your missing tee.

You entered the console area and clicked your tongue when you saw the offending article sitting over the handrail just where you thought it would be. How you managed to leave it out in the open when you went to shower was beyond you.

“There you are,” you hear a very familiar voice. The Doctor’s face pops up from around the centre console, glasses pushed back against his face and expression screwed up as he attempts to get his eyes to focus on you from that far away. His frames were mostly for close-distance viewing.

You shuffled closer and whipped the tee off the railing.

“Here I am,” you replied, placing a hand on the knot of the towel. The Doctor pushes his glasses onto his hair like sunglasses and blinks to clear his vision.

“Wondered where you’d got off too. Left your shirt.”

You wave the shirt softly in your hand.

“Thanks, Doc.”

The Doctor’s brows draw down for a half second before straightening out again, and you look down at yourself, wondering just what it is he’s looking at- oh. Oh, it’s your top scars. You look up at him and cock your head to the side in confusion.

“Uh, did- sorry, I need to ask you a question,” you say, not wanting to make assumptions.

You all but hop up the stairs so you can stand in front of him. The Doctor stops what he’s doing on the monitor immediately to give you his full attention.

“Shoot-” he says before cutting himself off. “Well, ask away.”

“Did you not know I was trans?” Your lips trip up into a grin by the end, and you can feel a laugh bubbling up in your throat. “Like, did you- did you not know?”

The Doctor’s mouth opens and closes for a second, and you marvel at the fact that he is speechless right now. The Doctor, the man who always knows exactly what to say- speechless! This was absolutely priceless.

“I may not have known, no,” he says after another couple of seconds scrabbling for words. “I mean, you pass exceedingly well. I had no idea. None! Brilliant, isn’t that brilliant?!”

You puff out a laugh and nod, shoving at his shoulder playfully.

“I’d say so, yeah,” you agreed, letting the Doctor’s infectious grin pass over to you as well.

The Doctor put his hands on his hips, shaking his head with that unshakable grin.

“Blimey,” the Doctor breathed back. “Think I need a minute to soak that all in. Had no idea, me. Well, handsome- where would you like to go now?” The Doctor blinked and looked down at your towel. “You know, once you’re dressed and everything.”

You hummed thoughtfully.

“What’s Pride like in the twenty-eight-hundreds?”

The Doctor lets out an excited and elongated ‘ohhhhhhh’ as he starts fiddling with the controls.

“You’re gonna love it. It’s brilliant!”

You don’t think there’s any doubt about that.

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meanbossart · 4 months

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Just gotta say that the way you draw facial expressions is soooo dynamic, and your art makes me grin with equal feral glee when I see it. 🥰

I love your spooky smiley deranged durge, will you tell me more facts about them?

Thank you so much! And YES i certainly can uuhhh lets see

-In my personal canon he has no name, having first assumed to have forgotten it along with everything else and later being told/figuring out that he renounced any in favor of being called Bhaalspawn, Slayer, Death Bringer, Bhaaling, and any number of edgy titles we hear throughout the game lol he did this pre-tadpole to emphasize his birth-right and deny himself any personal identity. He never picked a name for himself post-tadpole and everyone just refers to him as The Drow, Astarion also calls him his usual pet names.

-He's not necessarily one for luxuries but still likes pretty, ostentatious things, especially jewelry. Pre-tadpole DU drow wore them generously, post-tadpole doesn't understand his own fascination, but he likes wearing rings and holds some sentimentality for specific pieces. (he never threw away the "magic" ring he stole from the tiefling child in act 1)

-Every expression of love and affection he had pre-tadpole came out pretty twisted, but with this in mind he very much adored Orin, though you would never guess it from seeing how they interacted with each other.

-The patterned scars on his chest, face and neck were mostly self inflicted (the rest he had Orin's help for). The one's on his arms were an "accident" kinda but he still put them there willingly (and gleefully lol)

-He has a borderline irrational hatred for drow women. He hates drows in general, though mostly because they're uptight and snobby and less so because of, yknow, all the slavery and child killing etc.

-Despite looking evil as hell he's very much morally neutral post-tadpole. He's pretty much a "do what you have to do to survive" kind of guy - and sometimes a "because i want to" kind of guy lol.

-He thinks very highly of himself which makes him overly bold. This got him through the whole campaign and destroying the brain but it also makes him a huge liability LOL its also a source of conflict in his and Astarion's relationship because he lowkey doesn't think Astarion can make it without him - he continuously and completely fails to realize how this is an issue.

-The only other people he has respect for and trusts are Shadowheart, Astarion and Jaheira. Ironically these are all people he didn't get along with well at all at the start.

-He's kind of a hopeless romantic, he's just weird about it. He's pretty much picked Astarion as his person and kind of devotes his life to him now, sometimes to a troubling extent.

-I'm writing a whole story that takes place post-game here where you can gleam a lot more about his character and learn things that i can't share yet because it would be a spoiler hint hint nudge nudge

#ask #DU drow #bg3

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thenightmarketofdathomir · 7 months

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Oh Wishmonger, patroness of things too sinful to tell! One more for the night, for the lonely cold road! For whenever your honor has the time or inclination! It may be a trifle and perhaps too sweet and cloying for these dark side brothers who have dealt with so much worse… but can this humble palmer request a smutty version of the three brothers with a plus-sized reader? (I am sure there are SOME out in the gffa!)

Specifically one that may be self-conscious about being with warriors that are chiseled out of dark granite, warriors that are maybe admired and revered and therefore not expected to stoop to manhandling women of inferior beauty.

What I mean to say is, let’s be honest, the Opress brothers could have ANYONE, so is it surprising that many around them ask why YOU? Lumbering you. Ugly you. Does Not Fit Into Sith Nightgowns you.

If you please Wishmonger, if it tickles your fancy! If it kindles your imagination!

When asked about their values, you'll often hear about strength and honour and respect mentioned before physical perfection in Nightbrother circles. Valour. Physical prowess. Stamina. Endurance. Fearlessness.

Sit around the communal fire in the village when the brothers are trading tales, and no one is talking about how cute they looked in the middle of the hunt with their teeth blacked.

A reminder:

Feral wears scars on the back of his head.

Savage never filed his horns down for repair after some Jedi lopped them off when aiming for his head.

And Maul, never indifferent to what he lost at Kenobi's hands, never once speaks of himself as half of what he might've been.

It's not their way. So maybe that's something they'll need to teach you, prized pet that you are on their arm and in their beds, because no one -- no one -- who admires and respects them would dare say something disparaging about their chosen partner and live to tell about it.

Oh, and Sith might have nightgowns, but last I heard Nightbrothers far prefer you nude when you're sleeping together (and panty-free in public, but maybe that's another story.)

Pairing: Darth Maul x Reader, Savage Opress x Reader, Feral Opress x Reader Rating: Explicit Warnings: P in V, Oral (receiving), blindfolding, past mentions of abuse (Nightsisters) Notes: Plus Sized AFAB Reader.

Feral: Isn't fond of turning the lights off when he takes you to bed, despite your insistence. He likes watching your face when you come for him, but knowing you're self-conscious, he blindfolds you instead and gets to work -- thighs, tummy, ass, flipped over and spread wide, taking palmfuls of your breasts, leaving bite marks on your hips. Maps your stretch marks. Your dimples. Your scars. Your nipples. Finds the exact right places where you're sensitive exploits those areas while he helps you remember there's more to your lovemaking than just seeing what he's capable of. He's a talker, too: likes telling you what he likes about you -- the way you tremble and how you squirt a little and the way you shudder when you forget it's not a performance but it just feels good. Most of all, he likes hearing what you think -- a little praise for him when he fucks you the right way is always appreciated.

Savage: The first time you express reservations about seeing you naked, he brings you to the cave on the Witch's Horn where Gorgara makes it's lair -- the one where all those brave Nightbrothers before him have left their marks, handprints, names carved, and some little illustrations. The drawing he shows you made years ago in hydraatis acid is a scrawny, weak little thing who wears his horns shorter, but the tattoos are familiar. It's him, before his transformation. "I sometimes wish I could go back there," he tells you in confidence, because the transformation leaves scars that you can't understand even though he now represents someone else's ideal of physical perfection. It's a good thing the creature isn't around anymore, because when you came up to the cave, you didn't realize how badly the confession would make you want to kiss him, to hold him close, to straddle those heavy thighs so you could show him how you appreciate him. He's not a monster. He's no longer someone else's creation -- in some ways you're similar. You're not the only one who needs the reminder: how he sees himself is not how you see him.

Maul: Doesn't want to hide you. Does not understand your immediate reluctance when the dress he offers you -- the black and red satin sheathe that clings and trails and reveals the swell of your chest, the ample curve of your ass that he so loves to squeeze, the plummeting back that reveals the rich expanse of your flesh that leaves you self-conscious because when he sees smooth and soft, you see rolls. He's dreamed about you in this garment that he's had made especially -- draped off his arm with a flute of champagne and glittering with the little threads of gold chain holding the fabric across your chest. It barely closes, but not because it doesn't fit -- that's how he designed it. He loves your breasts and wants to see them. His prize. His queen. His goddess. Maul knows how to create a spectacle, but you don't understand the service: why he would go to the trouble of creating this perfect wrapping with its little embellishments like you were a trophy. You humour him because you want him to be happy. You wear it, and it feels too luxurious -- sliding against your thighs every time you take a step. Falling off your limbs like water. It ripples with starlight. You wish you deserved it. You wish you could wear it better. You don't see how everyone turns, following your progress as he stalks your steps, hungry, thirsting for the moment his roving hands will lift your hem, claws dragging up your thighs when he bends you over to feast on everything the dress teases. It doesn't tear, you see: a lesson you learn later, breathless, when frustrated and angry that you don't see things his way, he steals you into a darkened corner and delves under the skirts -- head first. It doesn't tear on sharp horns when he's on his knees before you -- gasping, gripping red stone, terrified by his hunger and your proximity to the party -- the way he keeps growling when his fingers stretch you open, his tongue thirsty for everything you've teased him with. This is the problem: Maul is villainous when it comes to your pussy, and determined to convince you of your beauty and your worth, to have you see things his way, he'll fuck you until you until you don't have the strength left to protest. Hope you're ready.

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sualne · 7 months

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Hello! I love your crocodad au! I wanted to ask how do you plan stuff out for comics? Cause you have arcs figured out and whenever I try to plan it ends up as 3 ideas in a hat

this au started as 3 ideas in hat! at first i kind of wrote everything that i came up with, funny stuff and a few specific key moments without much of anything around. then i kind of pad around it, trying to figure out how to get these few moments.

started the au with the just the concept of croc raising luffy and what that could entail to, then thought of robin being there and the betrayal. everything went from there afterwards.

comics are great because you can make them somewhat episodic, im not good at telling 100% linear story, it's much easier to start with something episodic where each comics can be their own thing then slowly brings everything together. put some foreshadowing here, bring back this detail there. that's why the prologue isn't drawn in chronological order. 1) because i hadn't planned the whole thing at first, could draw in whatever order i felt like while i came up with the narrative. 2) because it's more fun to draw the funny part first, the shorter comics and really just putting the general idea of what the setting is like so i can work of that.

for example i decided without thinking that luffy got shot so he could keep a scar next to his eye, but different from the canon one so ppl could tell au and canon luffy apart. then i realized how much that event could influence the rest of story and characters, the themes and all.

what im saying is a few things started without too much thoughts behind them, put them there for fun or for convenience then went back to see how it could impact the story and characters and developed on that. there's a lot of ideas i ended up scratching because it didn't work, weren't actually that interesting or fun to me.

i've got a text file on my laptop and phone where i write anything that comes to mind, never delete any of the abandoned idea because i can always come back to them and take what was really interesting about them, reshape them entirely into something that works better. the notes can be a single sentence that will make no sense in a few weeks or a detailed plan of what a comic or event could be like, detailing each characters feelings and the setting it takes place in.

whenever i get hyped about something that won't happen until forever i go draw it, that way i won't forget about it and everytime i'll look at it i'll get all hyped again to keep working till we get there.

my process is kind of "write shit for kicks and giggles then go back and make it make sense."

#crocau ask #i dont start by thinking 'what are the themes i want to explore' but more 'wouldnt that be fun/angsty?' and themes shows up by themselves #there's recurring themes in the au i have with most of my stories. there's some parts that are vent. sometimes a bit straightforwardly othe #time the reflection of a reflection with a filter added on. the most important thing is to have fun cause if i spend sm time on smth #im bored of/dont like then whats the point! if i pressure myself into doing smth that Has to be good i'll just block myself from doing #anything at all. going about this au with a 'just do it. doesnt matter if its good or coherent just do smth and have fun with it'.

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fuzzydreamin · 3 months

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dropping into your inbox because i'm thinking about al <3

in what ways would you say they've changed the most since you created them? in what ways are they the same?

is there anything new you've recently added to their lore?

what's their relationship with the brotherhood of steel like? how'd they meet reed?

Thank you!!!💖🥰 I shall happily rant about my blorbo under the cut~

Hmmm... Al sort of popped into my brain fairly fully formed - or at least already part-way through the process of getting cooked. I tend to rotate ideas in my head for a bit before I decide if I will keep them or not.

Like, the first time I thought about them was how the presence of the LW in my Fo4 story would impact things, which meant I had to have a fairly good idea of who they would have been before that point - mostly running off the fact that Fo3 throws a lot of crap the players way, and they're pretty young for it all, so that had to have left a lot of scars (physical and mental). I've certainly ironed things out more and fleshed out certain niches of personality and backstory, but not so much that I feel I could specifically point anything out? The broad stuff is pretty much already there, I just have to actually get to writing things down to see how they change from here. (I keep telling myself I need to replay Fo3 at some point so I can take more notes on smaller things or things that could potentially change larger things, but I have a backlog of stuff I want to work on first.)

Mostly I'd say their visual appearance has changed more, but that sits more on my ability to convey it. I've always had at least a rough idea of how they should look, but getting ideas onto a canvas is a whole ordeal, especially since I am not well practised. I need to do more general sketching and working on different face shapes. The character sheet reference I am working on is closer to how I want them to appear, but I don't know yet if I am fully happy with it. It's also the first time I am drawing her from the front, so I'm not sure how well the changes will translate (maybe I should work on a new side shot of her too)? Time will tell. Overall, I feel I have drawn their face too rounded and feminine in the past, and my first drawing of them didn't have the right skin tone. I also still need to work out scars and any other markings, like more tattoos (or any piercings), which is another thing I need to return to Fo3 for as well.

Al's relationship with the Brotherhood is definitely complicated. They were brought there by Dr Li after James died and joined up as a way to better protect Dr Li and the other scientists while they completed Project Purity - viewing her fathers death as at least partially her own fault, since she was meant to be the muscle.

They didn't know a lot about the Brotherhood really, and they weren't in a good mental state and didn't think it through very well. If asked, they wouldn't say they agreed with most of the Brotherhood's ideals - they certainly don't follow the codex. Hell, they even work with the Railroad within the Capital when called upon (not super common - they have other people for most jobs - but it happens), so their personal stance within the Commonwealth's faction war turns out the be rather conflicted from that alone (the Brotherhood/Maxson don't know she works with them).

That's all a large part of why she's a Sentinel though. After the events of the main game, with nowhere else to go, Al tried to stick with the Brotherhood for a while but it didn't really work out. Other than the general conflict of ideals, they felt trapped by the routine and mostly staying in one place and listening to orders all day. Owyn saw that they struggled and decided to make them a Sentinel shortly before his death, letting them roam and (mostly) do as they please while still being considered a member of the Brotherhood (This wasn't entirely out of good will alone, since it allowed the Brotherhood to maintain a claim over The Lone Wanderer and still call on her when they needed, rather than forcing her to stick around until she'd likely cut ties and self-exile to get away).

Even still, they have a strong connection to the faction due to them being the only solid foundation for them to fall back on during such a hard time in their life, as well as having close relationships with Owyn, Sarah, Cross, and Arthur. Al can be doggedly loyal to those they care about, and again they don't always think their actions through before taking them - they're a fighter not a diplomat. She is aware that she's like that though, and isn't a total puppet.

As for meeting Reed... Well, I've already let @bokatan know I might've begun working on something 👀 Largely inspired by this post. But, I still need to write at least a first draft and then run it by Bo before I feel I can say much more on any of that.

(Also, to add a disclaimer, all Reed/Al stuff is an alternate OC-verse kinda thing, and not part of their actual stories.)

#fuzzy.post #fuzzy.oc #oc: alberta jefferson

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nix-writes-mcyt · 2 years

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Can you maybe or if you want to make a season 7 yandere Scar fanfic? Like when he was the mayor?

Only if you want to!

And if this a bit awkward this is my first ever request that I made.

It's alright This fuelled me. S7 was the first I watched from the beginning so it holds a special place in my heart. I woke up, saw this request, and immediately wrote the whole thing. The sheer amount of "I know what to do" was incredible, and I thank you very much for sending this one in. It was very fun, and I do hope you enjoy it!

Corrupt

Oneshot Contains: Yan!Scar, Yandere Tendancies (manipulation, guilt tripping, possessiveness), Angst, Married Couple ------------------------------------------------

As the ceiling smashes open you panic. You weren't supposed to be out, let alone here of all places.

You duck under the table while the debris still blocks sight, Grian shooting you a worried look as you do.

"Well, well well, look what we have here." You can almost hear the smirk in your lovers voice. He's been searching for this for months.

"Scar." Grian says, voice full of venom. "Oh, don't worry, I'll give you three seconds to escape starting now." Scar begins the countdown, you can hear the other hermits rockets going off. You have to try.

You stand, sprinting in the direction of where you know the exit. You fire off a rocket, but your elytra doesn't unfold. You don't lift into the air.

"Times up!" Scar says. You freeze, back turned to him. He can't recognise you like this.

You were sure to cover up any traces to you as best you could. You borrowed clothes from the others specifically in case this happened.

"Just one hermit left. I didn't see you at the table." You can hear his footsteps creeping closer. Those perfectly shiny black shoes he always wears loud against the quartz floor.

You take in a deep breath, holding it. Scar spins you around, smug smirk quickly falling into a frown once he sees your eyes. He reaches up, ripping the mask from your face and pulling down your hood.

Now you exhale, the Mayor looking ever so displeased with you. He stares for a second, eyes hard.

Hearing footsteps approach him from behind Scar smiles, stepping forward to pull you into a hug. "Oh, Y/n. I'm so glad I found you. Those awful Mycelium Resistance supporters had no right to take you from your home. I'm so glad you're okay."

Mumbo and Bdubs look at each other, soft smiles on their faces. They believe him. "Come on Y/n, love of my life, let's get you home safe." He pulls back from the hug, and although the smile on his face is still present, the look in his eyes tells you just how much trouble you're in.

The trip home is painfully short, Scar holding your hand the entire flight back. He knew if he let go you'd leave.

Once back he bids farewell to Mumbo and Bdubs, who insisted on escorting the two of you home. "I'll be sure to drop off some diamonds for your help." Scar smiles, "I might not be in the office for a few days, I have to make sure Y/n is okay." The others nod and say their goodbyes, leaving you and Scar alone.

Once they're out of sight Scar turns to you, ushering you inside the house. "Go get changed." You hang your head and you do, returning to him as fast as possible.

"Good, now there's no visible signs of your betrayal." Scar takes your hand and leads you into the lounge. He closes the windows and draws the curtains, not wanting anyone outside to know what's going on inside.

"What is my number one rule?" Scar asks you, removing his sash and monocle, placing them neatly on the coffee table. "Don't leave the house without approved personelle and your permission." You mumble. You broke that rule a number of times.

"Good, and what is number two?" He asks this time, removing his jacket as he did, the sash. "Don't say or do anything that may ruin our public image." Scar nods, undoing the cuffs on his sleeves.

"So if you know both of those rules, tell me, Y/n, why I found you out alone, surrounded by people that are in the Mycelium Resistance no less. People that are and always have been against my mayoral campaign?"

You cast your eyes down. Scar huffs, walking over. "Answer me, my love."

"I never wanted you to be mayor. I wanted us to live a normal life, and you promised me we would, we'd be happy. You're not the same man you were, Scar. Your time in office has left you corrupt, hungry for profits over the people." Scar laughs, usually it would fill you with joy. This time it fills you with dread.

"You helped me run for mayor, you helped me set everything up and now you tell me you never wanted that. Oh, you are funny." His smirk doesn't waver, nor does his attitude as he begins to pace before you.

"I'm not the bad guy here, you joined the bad guys." Scar says, "you joined them, you went against me. The man you married, happily betrayed over a thought of corruption that isn't even true." He stops, turning to you.

"Scar, I-" "No." He chuckles, walking back over. "I see what's going on."

You take an involuntary step back, Scar following. "If you were bored you could have just said so, I could have made sure you had things to do. Instead you betray me." His smirk disappears, instead replaced with a more neutral look.

You feel a pang of guilt strike you, his words hurt. "You betray me, your husband, because you want to entertain yourself."

"Scar, listen, I love you and-" he cuts you off. "You love me? You do?" You nod.

Of course you love him, you married him after all. Sure, he doesn't always make the best decisions but.. you do love him.

"If you love me so much you'll listen very carefully to what I have to say next." You nod again. He already feels betrayed by your actions, you don't want to make that any worse.

"Good, now. We're going lay out some new ground rules. First, unless it's with me you do not leave this house. Understand?" It's more restrictive, you should have expected this.

You should have known your actions would lead here, but you thought you could get away with joining the Mycelium Resistance. You thought he'd never know.

You thought wrong. "I understand." You mumble, unhappy with the fact you're agreeing. But you don't want to make things any worse.

"Second, you tell me everything you know about the Mycelium Resistance, I'll let you stay in contact with them through letters, but you tell me everything." His eyes are bright, he's clearly proud of the plan he came up with. He knows you can't say no.

This time you don't verbally respond, opting to just nod your head instead. "Excellent, now. Rule three. You don't ever call me corrupt again, because I'm not."

You open your mouth to protest, to tell him he is. To tell him how many things have changed about him since he was elected mayor. But you can't. Once again, you find yourself silently agreeing.

Scar looks proud, proud and very smug. "Good. I'm glad you could come to your senses." He smiles before turning and leaving the room.

You can hear him go upstairs, humming a little song. Your favourite song, one the two of you used to dance to before he was elected. Back when life was simpler.

You miss the old Scar, you still love the one you have but he's changed. Things aren't as easy anymore. You don't feel.. free.

"Miss me?" He smirks, entering the room again. You feel your heart flutter at the familiarity of his outfit, the plain brown pants and off-white shirt a reminder of the man you fell in love with.

You smile softly, Scar coming over and wrapping you in his arms You close your eyes, enjoying the moment while you can.

"You're safe with me, you know?" He begins, holding you just that little bit tighter. "That's why I can't let you go out alone anymore. I need you here, safe, mine. I love you."

"I love you too." You reply. Opening your eyes is a mistake, your eyes landing on the coffee table where the vibrant purple suit jacket, blue sash and monocle lay, taunting you.

You close your eyes again but the colours are burned into your mind. A reminder that this Scar, although he looks the same and sounds the same, is corrupt by power.

Power he has over the hermits, the shopping district. Power he has over you.

#scar x reader #goodtimewithscar x reader #gtwscar x reader #hermitcraft x reader #request #yan!scar x reader #scar #gtwscar #goodtimewithscar #goodtimeswithscar #hermitcraft #yandere #yan!scar #mcyt x reader

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crewofthegoldrush · 2 years

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bby im bored so yall get some excerpts from pending fics -

Roommate AU

Monty holds out her hand and Aubrey drops the key into her palm. It was one of those new fangled key fobs. "Don't worry, I'll take care of ya."

A whistle behind her. "Yea I bet ya will, Boss.”

A statement like that might normally please her ego - but not at work. Monty twists her head around and glares at Puckett, and he has the decency to blush, the color obvious on his dull green scales. She stares at him until he mutters an apology and lumbers back to the garage.

Monty thinks she hears Aubrey chuckle. "Sorry about these guys. I've been tryin' to work on their manners. Do you wanna borrow my car so you can get back to - I dunno, headquarters?"

Aubrey opens her mouth, then pauses, checks her phone. Checks her watch, then her phone again. "Maybe," she says on a sigh, biting her lip. "Eventually. I'm doing as he asked, he can deal without me for a while."

"Y'know," Monty wrinkles her snout, "I didn't think you were this kind of assistant."

"I'm not," she deadpans. "She quit some time ago. I haven't a clue if they plan on replacing her, lucky me."

"Tell you what, take my car back and I'll drive the fancy car over tonight. But since he can spare you, you wanna get some lunch?"

Aubrey seems to think that over, but there wasn't much to think about, so she nods soon enough. "Alright. Thank you, Cowboy."

Her heels click against the linoleum floor as she follows Monty out, to another annoying choir of whistles and heckles, this time directed at Monty for not sharing that she had a "girlfriend." Aubrey, in a good natured way that Monty doesn't usually see of her, takes the heckling in stride and even winks at Rigby on the way out. The little kobold turns red from head to toe.

Once outside the shop, Aubrey gives Monty an aside glance. "Are you quite sure your aunt didn't throw herself down some stairs to get away from them?"

"She assures me she did not."

Soulmate AU

The day after she realized her book was nowhere to be found in Montgomery's room - more specifically, the day they were picking up Captain Wayfinder's away team from Runswick - Harper notices a faded white scar on her arm.

Brow furrowed at what the hell could cause that - a spell? A knife? - she feels a familiar urge to write. Perhaps it was Harper's general good mood, or maybe it was more her frazzled nerves from listening to Demetrius and Brunhilde argue over a tomato for two and a half days.

So she does. Be careful next time, yes? she writes, then draws an arrow on her shoulder.

Her skin tingles as she receives an answer. No worries gal, just a bounty that wouldn't go down.

She drums her fingers on her skin, a small smile on her lips. It was like old times, and apparently Harper was sentimental. She had been feeling the urge to reach out to her soulmate more lately - again, something she blames on Harper. But she isn't ready - Harper's and Aubrey's differences aside, she hasn't changed her opinion on being Marked.

She finishes getting dressed and goes to check stock.

"Fool's Gold 2"

You watch her settle against the ship's railing, familiar even on this ship that wasn't yours. You take your place next to her, hyper aware of your petulant body language. You take a swig from your flask, offering it to her after cleaning the spout with a gold glow.

She raises a brow at the metal container, eyeing it wearily, and you manage a grin. "It's just water."

Looking more at ease, she shakes her head anyway, and you let it hang limply in your hand as you fold them on the banister.

"Something is bothering you."

You glance at her; Aubrey has mimicked your casual position but her eyes are as intense as they always are as she simply watches you. "It's been months since we started this, Aubrey. Shouldn't I have more than the basics by now? It shouldn't be this hard, should it?"

You were certainly better than where you were when you started. But compared to her, who had picked up firearm training so well that you had very nearly finished her gun by now, you feel indignant at your slow progress.

Aubrey hums. "You don't need to be so hard on yourself. As you've said many times, your heart is not fully in it yet, right? Your magic is improving and there are plenty of regular distractions."

She was right about that - it was hard to truly focus on leisure time when the two of you were still expected to handle your regular duties, now, you suspect, under the watchful eyes of the Tains. Nevermind the fact that, with your ship still seized, you and your team were attending to various matters, both personal and necessary. You yourself had taken up bounty hunting again to keep your coin stock healthy enough, and there were days you didn't see Harper at all.

"Besides," she continues, gesturing for you to hand her your flask, and you do. "Muscle memory is one of the first things you need to train. You are not there yet, but I'm confident that you will.

She tucks your flask away. "You are too stubborn for the case to be anything else."

You grin at her backhanded compliment and the way she just stole what she probably assumed was indeed alcohol from you, something Harper would do for Demetrius.

"I can always count on you to humble me, darlin'."

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #dnd fics #previews #fg2 #roommate au #soulmate au #montbrey #roommate au is pretty close to posting i just need to tweak some stuff #soulmate au i might rewrite the ending so that's probably not going public for quite a few months #fg2 idk 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♀️

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darlingandmreames · 9 months

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Hey remember how I said I was going to make my obsession with my OCs everyone else's problem? TIME FOR THAT AGAIN, this time for my OC Elliot

Based again on the questions from this post

1. What is this character's go-to drink order?

Elliot isn't much of a drinker but if he's going to order something, he usually goes with a dark beer like Guinness. He prefers something that he can drink slowly over a longer period of time and isn't a fan of hoppy drinks, so stouts are what he usually goes with.

(go-to coffee drink is black coffee. Dating a baker who works in a cafe means he eventually develops an appreciation for more complicated drinks, but he is still solidly a Black Coffee Supremacy guy. He doesn't care if it tastes good, he just needs enough caffeine to get through a 12 hour shift)

2. What's their grooming routine?

Working as a paramedic means an unfortunate amount of exposure to various bodily fluids that aren't his own so the first thing he does after getting home from a shift is always to take a shower. Over time this has shifted into a more general "shower then eat dinner then go to bed" routine that he follows even on days he isn't working.

3. What was their most expensive purchase/where does their disposable income go?

Sketchbooks and pens. He picked up drawing as a young teen and has carried the hobby into adulthood. Some of his sketches are mundane (the station at 3am when there's a lull in calls and he's bored) but other drawings tend to be a lot darker and more graphic (recreations of accident scenes he's responded to, drawings of injuries, drawings of nightmares). He's also developed a love for creature design over the years and has a unintentional and unrecognized tendency to incorporate aspects of graphic calls he's responded to into these designs.

4. Do they have any scars or tattoos?

A couple of both! He has several scars, mostly small, from incidents at work where he was injured on a call. If you ask him about them, he'll usually tell you the story of whatever call he got it on. He's got a couple of tattoos, including a heart monitor line on his forearm and a memento mori skeleton tattoo on his shoulder blade.

5. When was the last time they cried, and under what circumstances?

A few months ago after a particularly rough call involving a child. He rarely cries and largely feels quite disconnected from his emotions, but this particular call hit him in a way he wasn't expecting and he found himself crying later in the shift. The emotional reaction in and of itself was confusing and upsetting for him, so he was glad that the only other person there to see it was his work partner, whom he trusts and is quite close to, and he specifically asked that she not tell anyone else about it.

6. Are they an oldest, middle, youngest, or only child?

Youngest. He has one brother who's about 12 years older than him. This meant that, by the time things started to get bad with their parents, his brother was old enough to get out of the house without too much issue whereas Elliot was stuck in the home and, eventually, ended up in foster care with minimal contact with his brother during either of these periods. They didn't speak from around the time Elliot was 10 until he was 30 and while the lack of contact wasn't exactly intentional on either of their ends, it wasn't exactly unintentional on Elliot's end either.

7. Describe the shoes they're wearing.

At work- mid shin length steel toed boots to keep him protected at accident scenes

8. Describe the place they sleep.

Outside of work- usually Vans or something similar. He's not very particular

In either case, his shoes tend to be somewhat old and he has a habit of wearing them until they're essentially non-functional. He simply doesn't see the point in buying a new pair of his current ones still work fine

He lives in a relatively small apartment that, for a long time, is pretty sparsely decorated due to a difficultly feeling at home in places. One of the things he loves about his friend's (and eventual partner) apartment is how warm and vibrant and undeniably Him the space is, though, which inspires him to try and find ways to make his own apartment feel more like his own space. This eventually results in a number of horror movie posters and similarly themed artwork thanks to a deep love of horror. He also has thick, blackout curtains since he often works overnight shifts and has odd sleeping hours that overlap with daylight

9. What is their favourite holiday?

Halloween, thanks to the above mentioned love of horror. He never did much trick or treating as a kid, but he loves any excuse to watch a good horror movie or two. He eventually also develops a deep love of Christmas though, once he feels more comfortable engaging with the family related aspects of it, which he strongly avoided for a very long time. This is primarily due to Christmas being his partner's favourite holiday and a relatively big deal in his family

10. What objects do they always carry around with them?

A pen! This is both for fun reasons (drawing) and work reasons (always helpful to have a pen in case something needs to be written down or he gets stuck somewhere having to fill out inevitable paperwork). He also almost always has headphones on him so that he can listen to music while either walking around or commuting to and from work. He also usually has around $20 in cash on him. After being mugged twice, he rarely ever carries his wallet or a credit card on him and $20 is usually enough for any unexpected costs that might pop up on a walk or his commute

#oc: elliot #rotating him in my mind like a rotisserie chicken #local trash goblin speaks

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problemswithbooks · 2 years

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why did some people get mad at all might when he called dabi crazy? /gen

A while back I read a post suggesting that All Might gets more negative attention from people due to ableism. As in people see his disabilities and have an inherent bias against him. To an extent I think there is some truth in that, but I also feel like it's a bit more complex of a situation.

Many of the people who criticize All Might have favorite characters, like Dabi, Shigaraki, or Aizawa who are similarly injured and disabled. They will get mad at people who take away scars and are quick to call out ableist behavior. So, I don't think it's pure ableism that causes them to dislike All Might.

Instead what I think what happens is that All Might's disabilities more affect his appearance then other's in the Manga. His Small Might form is based on a skeleton and he is draw far more cartoonish then others. His character model is not traditionally attractive, which doesn't make people out right hate him, but does maybe reduce the number of people who would have him as a favorite character.

People are far more willing to understand and go to bat for their favorite characters. For whatever reason their mind has latched onto that character and they spend hours thinking about them and their stories. What makes them tick, why they act the way they do, inferring things about them that canon doesn't specifically state, or isn't even in the original material. I know I do this myself.

Also, if a character does something that can be seen as a slight against someone's favorite character, it's doubtful that offending character will get similar levels of understanding and thought as the fav. The less liked of the two, who the person hasn't spent hours upon hours thinking about will instead be viewed in a more negative light.

All Might is a pretty important character in this story. He has effected almost everyone, even if he hasn't personally met them. Because of this he has far more opportunities to end up slighting someone's favorite character, even if it's in a really minor way. People who love Izuku will dislike him for how he endangered him by giving OfA (even though they also say AM is bad for telling him he couldn't be a Hero without Quirk which would have been equally as dangerous). Bakugou and Shoto, or really any 1A fans dislike him for ignoring them in favor of Izuku. The Villain fans dislike him because his time as #1 is seen as the cause of them not getting saved and becoming villains in the first place.

All Might, due to his relevance/ perveance in the story can be blamed for, or seen as being an asshole to almost anyone's fav. With his less conventionally attractive body, he was less likely to become people's favorite character, so people are less inclined to spend time diving into his character. So in the end he gets very black and white criticism for things that aren't even that big of a deal, like say calling Dabi crazy, which was not in anyway shown in canon to be a flaw of his character. Yet in fandom spaces is held up as All Might's refusal to get with the program and sympathizing with all the villains. Or as him hurting Shoto's feelings, even though Shoto didn't care at all.

And I'm not saying that All Might hasn't made mistakes--he has, that's kind of the point of his character. But I do think his flaws and mistakes are seen through a much harsher lens when he's not someone's favorite character. I have seen countless people defend and explain in excruciating detail why Shigaraki is killing people, but still needs to saved. Why Dabi being racist to Spinner is actually Endeavor's fault, so you can't really blame him. How Aizawa might want to kill the LoV now, but he's just traumatized/ brainwashed by Hero society and will come around eventually and be adopting the LoV as his kids by the end.

Meanwhile, people either want All Might to die, or have Izuku scold him about how awful a person he is once he's saved Shigaraki (and for him to stay as far away from Shigaraki as possible because Shigaraki is just to traumatized by him). In some ways All might's possible endings are as harsh as Endeavor's even though he is by far a better person, and despite his mistakes has helped a lot of people. Plus, the narrative by no means condemns his actions the way it does Enji.

So, simply put All Might having less attractive disabilities -> Less people choose him as a fav -> less thought goes into his charter -> his mistakes are seen as personal slights on the readers favorite characters -> he gets hate for calling Dabi crazy one time, where the narrative doesn't even imply this is bad.

And it's not as if I'm saying those people have to love All Might. My main issue with the hate All Might gets is similar to how I feel about Endeavor or Hawks hate--that it generally is from people who will talk about how other character's bad actions have deep complex reasons, which means they deserve sympathy, but for the characters they don't like, that same understanding is thrown out the window or presented in as negative a light as possible. Or any little thing is blow way out of proportion, like All Might calling Dabi crazy means he's a terrible person actually.

#ask #thanks for the ask :)#All Might #bnha #mha #yagi toshinori

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rayofsunas · 3 years

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otherworldly! s/o

A/n: happy monday! I woke up at 7am and since then I've been grinding out assignments/classes and now this, so I actually feel productive even though I've been staring at my computer for a while. but thank you for requesting anon! I enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it! <33 also to understand this more, I'd like to point out that this connects to the speculation Genshin and Honkai are alternate universes of one another. so for example, Scaramouche is a harbinger from his time, but he may have been a warlord in a different, with a completely different name (keeping his appearance ofc) hope that makes sense. so if you've paid attention to what I've been saying about Scara and his mini-series, etc. you'll understand what I mean in Scara's lol. his reader insert is fem for the same reason as above btw!

Summary: otherworldly! s/o who arrived as a fallen meteor, that can bring back plants to life/heal deep wounds/scars and resurrect people.

Parings: Albedo/Gn! Reader, Xiao/Gn! Reader, Scaramouche/Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, fluff, alternate realities/time traveler au! (reader is not the traveler), death/resurrection

Word count: 1.7k

Albedo

you don't have a vision like some people in Teyvat, because you're not from there; you're from a whole different world itself. instead, you have healing abilities that allow you to any energy you absorb in the form of food/sunlight, and you can use that energy to heal others. though, the healing can only go as far as healing minor injuries such as shallow cuts, scratches, or smoothing out scars. the same can work if you were to heal yourself.

Albedo is so intrigued when he finds you passed out in the pit of a meteor, half of your body hanging out while the other is awkwardly still in it

one, because who is this stranger in a meteor for crying out loud

and two, he notices your wounds on your arms are healing by themselves, slowly though

as someone who studies alchemy, life forms, and such, he's very intrigued that you're able to heal yourself without medicine, and he wonders if you can do the same to others

so he takes you to his lab, and runs a few tests

yes, you're still passed out when this happens, but he's just so curious and couldn't hold back

don't worry though, he's just drawing some blood and testing to see what you can do, because who knows, you may not even speak his language and won't be able to communicate with him (doesn't make a difference Albedo, you need COnSENT-)

so, just for science, he cuts the palm of his hand a little and decides to see if you can heal him

it doesn't take him long to notice the way the tips of your fingers are glowing a light greenish-yellow, so he immediately assumes that's the source of your powers and places a finger on his palm

it takes a second before anything happens, but eventually his cut starts to slowly close

once again he's even more shocked and intrigued

you have the natural ability and he's never come across someone with so much raw strength being able to do that

so you're right up his alley

when you wake up you're confused as hell (obviously) but thankfully, you can speak his language and are able to share your story

Albedo decides to make a deal with you

he'll help you get home if you can educate him more about your ability and your homeland. you agree

it works out perfectly, because you both have something the other needs/can do for the other (you have your power that he's interested in, and he's found a way for you to return home)

it's also easy to work together because of those same common interests, and it helps that he studies alchemy cause he's way more knowledgeable about you and the process can go a tiny bit quicker for you if you wish to return home sooner

at first you're merely friends, co-workers if you wish

but then he starts falling for you and vice versa

you both genuinely enjoy each others company, so you decide to stay in Teyvat a little while longer, even after he finds a way for you to go home

I wouldn't put it past Albedo to want to return to your world if you allow it

he'd be interested in this new or not so new world ;)

Xiao

you're like the traveler in a sense, where as soon as you climbed out of the meteor, you felt this connection to Teyvat and your vision randomly appeared. you have a dendro vision, something you learned was a rarity within liyue and mondstadt. along with that vision, you had the previous ability to grow/heal plants. you can bring back dead plants, though if they've been dead for a very long time, that's beyond your ability. they also can't be brought back if they've been badly burned.

Xiao may not be interested at first about what vision you have or even where you came from + why the hell you climbed out of a meteor

he's more interested in getting you home so you can stop asking questions about his own abilities/vision and odd, unfamiliar, but beautiful world

but boy when he catches you bringing back a wilted Glaze Lily?!? shook

he secretly thinks you're so cool and it piques his interest

he's never seen anyone do this before, and though his eyes were deceiving him when he first saw the lily spring to life again

but then when he catches you healing more plants, on your way to Liyue to hopefully find Zhongli for answers, he's so interested

he doesn't ask a crapload of questions, BUT he's going to ask at least one or two

"how're you doing that?"

"what are you?

the questions are kind of vague and require more in-depth explanations than he'd originally hoped, but he's surprisingly willing to listen to your story on the way to the harbor

after he learns your story and calls for Zhongli, he'll immediately leave and claim he has no further interests in you

but he's obviously lying

he finds as he's sitting on top of one the smaller mountains one night, looking down at the glowing Liyue town, he has more questions

way more questions

surprising Zhongli, Xiao shows appears when he's showing you around and getting you accustomed to the people/culture

he finds himself hoving behind you, shyly almost, never asking questions (at least not in Zhongli's presence

his reason for standing behind you is to protect you from any harm, so that way, when he decides to ask you more questions, you'll be there for him to do so and not dead or lost

when you tell Zhongli you'd wish to stay in Teyvat, specifically Liyue, Xiao is happy ngl

he can ask you questions and now that you're somewhat used to Liyue, having been here for four months already and planning to stay forever, he can catch you alone and ask questions without Zhongli hovering or acting as your tour guide lol

slowly, and I mean sluggishly slow, he's going to ask you more questions and he may, emphasis on may, tell you his own story

Scaramouche

you're from an alternate reality of Teyvat, a former doctor in your world. basically, Teyvat hundreds of years in the future. you've studied the human body to become a doctor obviously and you used to be able to bring back the dead using your bare hands. it didn't matter how far back ago they've died, as long as their full-body was still intact (full skeleton needed). though, the further back they died, the more energy you'd use, and if you run out of energy too soon, you couldn't bring them back. but now in this strange land, you can't. in exchange for your powers being lost, you're given an electro vision.

Scaramouche is tasked with finding out more about these odd meteors that keep appearing in various corners of Teyvat

and one very large one

he doesn't care who you are, what you are, what your excuse for being in Teyvat is, but he's been ordered to explore the fallen meteor and since you happened to be passed out inside it upon further exploration, you're part of the mystery he's been told to check out

and, it doesn't further help your situation that you landed in Snezhnaya, in the weirdest, not-so-warm clothing AND he finds you attractive (yes, you heard it here folks), plus you're going to catch hypothermia out here dressed like that

it would suck for a pretty girl such as yourself to be frozen to death

so Scaramouche decides to take you to the Tsaritsa, who leaves you in Scaramouche's care since he found you

she says he can do whatever he wants you, dispose of you, etc.

when you finally come too in an odd room on a couch in front of a fireplace, you're confused, cold as hell despite the flames, and when you see his face, you're immediately angered, which he finds odd

it's almost as if you recognize him... but he doesn't recognize you so he's confused as well

"what're you doing here?"

bold of you, he thinks. to question him with that tone as if you have authority here, over him

"watch yourself. I was going to ask you the same."

you don't seem too pleased with him though

"we agreed to never speak again, or so I thought..."

"are you stupid or are you just playing the stupid card to be released?" he'd say

though as soon as you burst and yell at him about a situation he's not familiar with, he's starting to understand a bit more

you're not from here, not anywhere in Teyvat at least, and by the way you're talking to him as if you know him, he assumed correctly that you're from an alternate reality, where he's also present

though despite his correct assumption, he demands answers and you cannot be allowed any kind of freedom until he gets them

you tell him your story and how in your world, a version of himself exists and that you were briefly married, though split because he was too much of a control/power freak for you and your daughter

he disagrees with the last part about him being a control/power freak ofc but

he decides he'll keep you around, against your wishes

one, because you can become useful if your resurrection abilities are awoken; you'd be able to save many fallen Fatui soldiers, with more training so you don't run out of energy ofc

and two, he doesn't think his other self would miss you very much if you're both on bad terms, he sure would miss such a pretty face if you were to leave though, that's for sure...

so, he's going to keep you around, so he can help train/get used to your electro vision. it works best that way since he has the same vision and can train you more efficiently (I think Scara has electro powers, just an assumption!)

he will also hopefully be able to awaken your resurrection abilities and if you can't, well then sorry you're disposable

overtime, all the Harbingers tease him about his little crush and he either denies it or strongly provokes it cause his ego is through his fucking hat

exhibit a. literally doesn't care that he's caught by childe staring at you train and will say something like, "and? you're just jealous she's not interested in you like she is me."

exhibit b. will throw a fit if someone accuses him and says he has, "no room for crushes or love." even if he was somewhat capable of it in your world...

3.22.21, rayofsunas

#rayofsunas #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #albedo #albedo x reader #xiao #xiao x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader

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bittersvgar · 3 years

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Number 316

Just you having horns like schlatt, except yours bigger because you're a girl boss obviously.

Also their is some language here but not that much

Ewe-a female sheep

Dsmp x reader? Idk

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You were always an independent person, challenging the rules of nature when you had the chance. Its how it got you here, becoming one of the most respected woman in your kingdom. Standing around 5'7 with the biggest horn people seen an ewe ever have, angering many males.

A knock was heard as you tried to sip your tea to calm down the headache happening, watching as your assistant came in timidly.

"Miss Y/n, sorry to disturb you but it seems you have another challenger."

You sighed, putting down your tea as you stood up to smooth out the wrinkles on your suit. "Tell them I'll be there in a minute."

Grabbing your gloves, you look your self in mirror, watching your scars move slightly as you flexed your hand. Placing the gloves on, you walked out of the big mansion you lived in, meeting the crowed that circled around someone.

The crowd separated to let you walk by, which means the closer you got, the clearer you saw your opponent. He was tall, you'll give him that. He was hunched over slightly, wobbling on his feet as he held a bottle of beer in his right hand. He had mutton chops that oddly suited him.

Two person seems to be holding him back, as if trying to convince him to back out, one having fox-like feature while the other had small wings on his back, that where slightly flapping as he tried to pull the ram back.

"I'm guessing your the challenger." You spoke, watching his pals let him go, giving up. The ram just eyed you down, looking at your figure that was shown from the suit you were wearing, which angered you slightly as he didn't even try to hide it. "My name is Y/n, a pleasure to meet you."

You took your hand out to shake, which the male quickly grabbed as he pulled you closer, squishing your bodies together. You tried to back up but he quickly place put hand on your waist, stopping you as he leaned forward.

"Pleasure is all mine."

Angered from his action you quickly pushed him back,causing him to trip, the stench of booze lingering around you, making your headache worst.

"Let's just get this over with." You said, nodding at your assistant who took her microphone.

"Ladies and gentleman! Ram and ewes! We are all gathered today to see another match for dominance! You all know the rules! Do not interfere or else you'll be greatly punished!"

She turned towards the Ram, asking for his name only to not get a response as he glared at you. One of his friends had to step in to tell her his name to continue.

"The challenger today is Schlatt vs our long time winner Y/n!" She showed the crowd an emerald before explaining, " The moment this emerald hits the ground the fight will commence! Now can the challenger please draw your weapon!"

Someone handed you your sword, who you thanked as you twirled it around.

"So what she can do some trick, big deal." Schlatt sneered at her before realising something. "Oh shit. Where the fuck is my weapon?"

He looked over at Fundy and Quackity who just shrugged.

"GIVE ME ONE OF YOU WEAPONS!"

"Are you ready!"

"NO! DOES IT LOOK LIKE IM READY!"

Quackity fumbled with his axe, trying to get it off his belt but he was to late.

"Go!"

Schlatt looked at you, who just stared back at him angrily. He chugged the rest of his beer, wiping his mouth before bringing the bottle up.

You just shooked your head before rushing at him, running towards the right, causing him to swing when you got close. Taking this opportunity, you quickly stopped before moving to the left, making Schlatt stumbled forward.

Taking pity on the man you took the hilt of your sword and slammed it on his back, causing Schlatt to fall on the ground face first with a thud, the glass bottle shattering in his hand leaving small but painful cuts.

"You bitch!"

He said, turning his body around, using his left hand to support his body weight only for you to hold the sword near his throat causing him to lean back to avoid being sliced.

"Admit defeat."

"Suck my dick." He spat, causing you to dig the sword on his shoulder, making his grunt in pain.

"Admit." You hissed, twisting the sword. "Defeat."

"Fine. FINE!" He yelled, grasping his shoulder when you took out your sword from his shoulder. "I LOST OK!

Your assistant smiled, bring the microphone to her lips as she cheered.

"THE WINNER IS Y/N!"

Many cheered, mostly ewes as many Rams in the crowd huffed in frustration.

You walked closer to the Schlatt, who was currently being attended by medics.

"What do you want."

You ignored him, your assistant handing you a saw, as squat down to grab one of his horns.

"Wait! WAIT! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" He thrashed in the medic's grip who hold him down for this. His friends also being restrain from trying to interfere.

"My reward." You bluntly said, sawing off about an inch of his horn, giving the saw back to someone as you got up.

"I'll- I'LL KILL YOU!" He yelled, head hurting from the vibration of the horn being sawed off.

"Shut up, it's tradition." You said annoyed, grabbing his other un-injured horn as you turn his head to the crowd. "Besides, look at all the other Rams who tried." You whispered near his ear.

Many rams in the crowd had an inch of their horn taken off, some even had two inches off, meaning they tried to challenge twice only to not succeed.

"Their pride and joy sawed off. And do you know who has their horns."

You questioned him, tugging his horn when he didn't respond, causing his head the be yanked backwards.

"Me. So what makes you think you can kill me."

And with that you let go of his horn. Turning back to your house with a part of his horn in your hand.

'What is this? The 302?'

You thought, blandly staring at the shiny horn in your hands. You walked in your study, pushing a button, the reveal a wall behind the bookcase. The sound of your heels echoed as you walked, before you finally made in to your destination.

Hundreds of horns stood on the walls. Each horn having a name and number on them indicating the order you got them. With your first horn in a glass case, the name 'dad' written on a sign next to it.

You stared at that specific horn, angrily clenching your fist as you grabbed a sign, looking at the last horn number before writing on the sign.

You placed the horn on the wall before placing the sign right next to it.

Schlatt, Number 316

Okay but im kinda proud because i did this in like 2 hours. Also its not proofread so sorry for the mistakes.

#schlatt #x reader #mcyt x reader #dsmp #dsmp x y/n #dsmp x reader #quackity #fundy #mcyt #hybrid reader

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heyovivi · 3 years

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Gwyn and Azriel and Prejudice

Hello, back again with some possible theories and this time it's about one of my favorite Valkyries, Miss Gwyneth Berdara and some more controversial subjects such as the prejudice that surrounds her and other characters.

Now I'm sorry I haven't been posting a lot--though I'm sure not people even notice seeing how we have a large community of readers who also come up with some amazing theories! But I needed to slow down on posting my wild theories and imaginations because I felt that some of my readers who read my fan fiction were starting to catch onto the plot of "A Court of Shadows and Scars"--but I've been waiting to post about this one because I think it's important and because I've already addressed it in my story.

Moving on.

Gwyneth Berdara.

Although she was very much a newly-introduced secondary character to Nesta's story she is oh-so important and beloved by our reading community. Gwyn has stolen the hearts of many with her wit, charm, and inquisitive personality--and not just readers but her fellow characters as well.

All except a very few including Merrill and the main antagonist of ACOSF, Queen Briallyn--though there are many others I could mention, such as the Illyrians, but my main focus will revolve around Merrill and Briallyn and their prejudices against Gwyn along with other characters with their own prejudices such as Beron and even our own brooding shadowsinger, Azriel.

Yes, Azriel.

Now we know the story of Gwyn and we also a know a bit of her past as well.

Gwyn's grandmother was once a river nymph who seduced a High Fae male hailing from the Autumn Court and fell pregnant with Gwyn's mother who was sent to be raised at the temple of Sangravah because she couldn't dwell in the rivers of Spring Court and was too wild to be confined in the Forest House of Autumn Court.

"My mother was unwanted by either of their (Gwyn's grandmother and grandfather) people. She could not dwell in the rivers of the Spring Court, but was too untamed to endure the confinement of the forest house of Autumn. So she was give in her childhood to the temple at Sangravah, where she was raised..." (Gwyn Berdara, A Court of Silver Flames, pg. 316)

Now what we know about nymphs is extremely limited in the ACOTAR world. But in Greek mythology--from which they hail from--nymphs were idolized as guardians of nature. They were revered as the spirits of specific natural features and were often identified with parts of nature such as the Oreads (mountain nymphs) and the Hamadryads (tree nymphs).

The name "nymph" comes from the Greek word that means "young woman", and so naturally these beings were considered to be female. Indeed, they were represented as young, beautiful, musical, amorous, and gentle youthful creatures. And while there is some question about whether they were immortal or not - Hamadryads in particular were linked with the lives of their chosen trees - it is believed that they were extremely long lived.

A beautiful, ever-young creature that inhabits the lovliest of all wilderness places including clear lakes, streams, and crystalline caverns. They do not like any form of intrusion but there is a 100% that a nymph will be friendly if approached by another good creature. Nymphs are exceptionally intelligent and are very rarely found.

Gwyn's lineage of nymph, according to Greek mythology, would be categorized as a Naiad, the nymphs of streams, rivers, and lakes. The Naiads, or water nymphs, dwelt beside running water. Like their cousins, the Nereids and Oceanids of the oceans, the Oreads of the hills and the Dryads of the forests and trees, they were usually sweet, benign spirits. Naiads, especially, were helpful and healing, nurturing fruits, flowers and mortals. Yet the youth Hylas who went to draw water from a pool was lured by the nymphs into the water and was never seen again--meaning that despite being creatures of nature they also possessed darker roles in certain legends.

I interpret this as Nymphs being hostile around creatures who were unwelcome in their lands for being ill-intentioned.

Many times in Greek mythology, nymphs were often seen as the symbolism of beauty and love; such as Aphrodite--and because they were always describe to be beautiful and graceful women with soft, sweet appearances they often drew the attention of the Gods creating legends of romantic affairs and infidelity.

Their very beauty caused the Gods to lust after them to a ravenous extent, making the Nymphs sometimes turn to the Goddesses for help. However, not all Goddesses were kind towards the nymphs--such as Aphrodite or Hera who grew jealous of their beauty when their very beauty and natural loveliness challenged the fidelity of their lovers.

In this case, let's assume that role of Gods, of higher beings, were the High Fae in the ACOTAR realm.

In the ACOTAR realm, it's easy to assume the nymphs are somewhat--if not--wholly the same as they are described in classic literature. When Gwyn tells the story of her grandmother she states that her grandmother seduced a High Fae, resulting in the birth of her mother. If this is the case then I think I can understand why characters such as Merrill and Briallyn look down on her lineage so much because again, Nymphs, in the eyes of major Goddesses such as Aphrodite and Hera, were essentially home wreckers (even though many confrontations with Gods and Nymphs were not always consensual).

With the reputation of being male-thirsty seductresses, nymphs are looked down upon as lower-beings, that and their lack of immortality (more often then not Nymphs linked their lifelines to an object in nature: a tree nymphs links their life to a tree, water nymph links their life to a stream (but I suppose that makes them immortal?)).

With this devious reputation placed on her lineage, Gwyn is often the butt of insults with being call half-breed and all by the likes of Briallyn and Merrill.

"But you made it easy for me: you went right to her house in Windhaven. Spared me the trouble of luring you. I let those witless Illyrians take her and the half-breed as an amusing bonus." (Queen Briallyn, A Court of Silver Flames, pg. 721)

"I am descended from Rabath, Lord of the Western Wind...Unlike Gwyneth Berdara, I am not lackey to be dismissed." (Merrill, A Court of Silver Flames, pg. 315)

Merrill glanced between her and Gwyn before saying, "get back to your work, nymph." (Merrill, A Court of Silver Flames, pg. 315)

Okay--so Merrill doesn't specifically call her a half-breed, but dismissing her as a lower race and simply calling her "nymph" is basically comparable to an insult.

Now, that we've got Gwyn out of the way, let's move onto Autumn Court, more specifically Beron.

Beron is an ass--plain and simple. He is the personification of a conservative abuser and is honestly one of the most disgusting characters I have ever had the displeasure of reading. However--I suppose the problems he brings do push certain character formulas forward such as Eris and Lucien. Such as executing Jesminda for simply being involved with Lucien and for being anything but High Fae.

"Lucien fell in love with a faerie whom his father considers to be grossly inappropriate for someone of his bloodline. Lucien said he didn't care that wasn't one of the High Fae, that he was certain the mating bond would snap into place soon and that he was going to marry her and leave his father's court to his scheming brothers...His father had her put down. Executed, in front of Lucien, as his two eldest brothers held him and made him watch." (Tamlin, A Court of Thorns and Roses, pg. 160)

I don't think I need to go ahead and explain Beron and his prejudices against those who are not High Fae--his actions speak enough as is. But what I do want to do is go back to the specific wording Gwyn uses when explaining how her mother ended up in Sangravah, she says: "She could not dwell in the rivers of the Spring Court, but was too untamed to endure the confinement of the forest house of Autumn."

Confinement.

Not dwell. Not live. Not prosper. Confinement.

Now, we haven't navigated Autumn for all it's beauty and culture. We've only seen the Autumn Court through the eyes of Feyre when she is traversing through the courts in ACOWAR.

But I wonder how he approached with dealing with those who are not High Fae? What if the Autumn Court is much like the Summer Court where the court works around a system of class where High Fae are put at the top and anything but is put at the bottom? Therefore assuming that the treatment of such beings is cruel and unjust, creating a defining line between the races in which they can never reach equilibrium.

If that is so that brings me to the idea that many courts outside the jurisdiction of Night Court have assumed systems such as this, making there a limited amount of options for people like Gwyn's mother to prosper peacefully. Because we already know that the main reason why the first war with Hybern happened was because Hybern demanded to keep human and low fae as slaves, placing High Fae at the top. Spring sided with Hybern, because remember Amarantha and the former High Lord of Spring were close friends, Summer Court most likely fought to keep slaves as they still continuously oppress lesser fae, so I imagine it was worse for humans. And let's be honest, Autumn remained "indifferent" but one look at their current High Lord tells me that they weren't that indifferent--not unless Beron wasn't the ruling High Lord at the time.

So with that in mind, Gwyn and her family couldn't flee to Summer, nor Spring or Autumn. Night was probably never an option--as their reputation of being dark and gloomy more than likely frightened the idea away. Winter Court was obvious seeing how it's a winter wonderland of frozen lakes, streams, and rivers. Then there is Day Court which based on their current High Lord and aesthetic, is a desert land of sand and heat--with little to no water supply for any Nymph.

However there is one court that still remains. Dawn Court. From what we know they are a more than neutral court among the courts of Prythian and mostly value innovation. Geographically, Dawn is a lush, eternal countryside rich with the weight of summer upon it. The towns were red-roofed villages with sparkling rivers--a perfect destination for any relocating half-nymph- half-High Fae born child. However we also have to take into account the time period of when Gwyn's mother was born. Remember, prior to ACOTAR, Prythian was under the rule of Amarantha for fifty years--and even if that wasn't the case Summer was under the rule of a High Lord who didn't harbor the same compassion to change the unequal class system like Tarquin did when he assumed his place on the throne. Autumn was being ruled by Beron by that time already who'd probably have her confined. And Spring was under the traditional rule of Tamlin--and despite that Gwyn's mother would've still be considered as unwelcomed by the other nymphs.

If you take the time and current dilemma of Prythian--then there was really no where to go but Sangravah--putting into question the prejudices certain courts have against beings that are of the Low Fae variety.

I predict that despite being beautiful, charming, and compassionate, Gwyn still faces so much prejudice for simply being 1/4th nymph--which to the High Fae is a stain in her lineage to be a descendant from such a deviant being.

Now, let's move onto Azriel.

Azriel, as we all know, has his own conflicts with the Illyrians. Of course, that is to be expected, especially after learning of his backstory with being abused by his family and then later forced into training with the Illyrian army. The only comfort he had ever received was from the likes of his chosen family and so I believe he is projecting his own, personal experience of being an Illyrian into his hatred of Illyria--seeing the Illyrians as no more than a means to end due to their constant reluctance to move on with the times.

Don't get me wrong, I love Azriel. But I think a big part of his character is accepting who he is. He is an Illyrian--and I believe that with the combine power of him, Cassian, and Rhys they can bring the kind of change that Cassian had only ever dreamed of to Illyria. Yet, his own prejudices against his people hold him back and that's probably because he hasn't fully faced his trauma and instead skitters back at the mention or thought of it. I think if Az was healed he wouldn't be so reluctant to visit Illyria or wish for it's demise.

"A rare visit from the shadowsinger. Both myth and terror. Az looked just as displeased to be here, but he'd come when I asked...It was healthy, perhaps. For Az to sometimes remember where he'd come from. He still wore the Illyrian leathers. Had not tried to get the tattoos removed. Some part of him was Illyrian still. Always would be. Even if he wished to forget." (Rhysand, A Court of Frost and Starlight, pg. 222)

"Cassian rolled his eyes. But they both knew Azriel would sooner disband and destroy Illyria than help it. Convincing their brother than the Illyrians were a people worth saving was still a battle amongst the three of them." (Cassian, A Court of Silver Flames, pg. 42)

Now, moving onto the conclusion, finally. If Gwynriel's story was to happen, I think there is a sufficient amount of evidence to claim that Azriel's plot would revolve around the Illyrian conflict.

I'm just going to drop down this link: https://yazthebookish.tumblr.com/post/648449405425516544/the-illyrian-conflict-being-set-up-in-acosf-along

@yazthebookish highlights textual evidence that hints at a possible story arc for an Illyrian plot line because yes, there is still so much to uncover in Illyria and although I believe a large part of that was suppose to be Cassian and Nesta's story I also understand why it could go to Azriel.

Azriel needs to learn to accept his race, and the Illyrians need to learn how to accept change. I think they can learn something from one another and I believe Gwyn will play a role in Azriel's adventure. Do I think she's going to be the face some enlightenment in Azriel's journey--no. That's stupid. And if you twist my words, read it again. I believe because of Gwyn's past with prejudice against her and what she is, she can level with Az and understand him in a way that can potentially help him develop better as a character. Yes, she might be there for guidance or to give Azriel counsel, but in the end I think it's Az's job to tackle down the Illyrian conflict while Gwyn, with the help of Azriel, tackles down her own, whether that be discovering her lineage or where she came from or even healing from her trauma as a SA victim.

Please be respectful and leave your thoughts in the comments.

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chatsu · 3 years

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˗ˋ there you are

genre — angst, fluff (?) warning — mentions of death, grief words — 2,124

notes — it is 3:07 am, and i don't want to come up with a synopsis so, i shan't <3 this is my first writing post,, so uhh, please give me criticism !

violet chrysanthemum — unbearable pain at the thought of losing a loved one white chrysanthemum — reserved for sympathy and remembrance lyra — a constellation, which you can read more about here !

hugging his knees on the pavement, oikawa tooru couldn't help but overhear the faint chitter of loved ones greeting each other, serving as a reminder to why he was lamenting in the first place. a combination of heavy sobs and pleas of a miracle, he had grown used to, yet he still found the letters engraved on the cold stone in front of him almost foreign.

the anniversary of your death was fast approaching. caught in the fast lane of change, tooru has experienced almost every stage of grief. almost.

he remembers a shade of reddish brown framing your corpse. a metallic odour accompanied by tears burning every inch of his face, creating a sickly feeling in the back of his throat, which only multiplied as he released his frustration in the form of bargains.

' if only's ' and ' what if's ' his brittle voice had echoed — temporary truces, in which he begged and pleaded with every god and goddess known to the universe, in an attempt to negotiate his way out of this harsh reality.

from denial to anger, and from bargaining which soon melted into his current state of stark numbness in your absence. the past seemed more alive than the present.

stationed on the 4th, hazy reminders of a once living past seemed to obstruct his path of progression leading to the 5th and final phase of this grieving process that must inevitably follow. acceptance.

tooru is a competitive man. on the court, he is capable of adapting to new environments, examining their playing style, studying each and every player in a matter of seconds and having the ability to draw out their strengths — thus, blending into the team as if he was apart of the original line up.

yet, surrounded by this atmosphere of sorrow and anguish, he stuck out like a sore thumb. even after scrutinizing how others had dealt with this profound feeling of misery, their so called 'methods' were in vain, and he continued to suffer.

his fear of being second best, he now had no chance of overcoming. because as if in a race, tooru was exasperated, struggling to catch up with everyone else.

even the stars are lonely, but at least there were a multitude to keep company, and he couldn't help but envy them. your family, friends, hanamaki, matsukawa, hajime, even takeru had accepted the fact that you were gone, as they smiled fondly, memory sweet with you.

tooru could not remember the last time he smiled — a genuine one, that is. one that isn't plastered on when prompted with the constant ' how are you holding up? '. one that creeps up to his eyes to resemble a crescent moon. one with familiarity and love. one because of you.

the setting sun bathed everything in shades of lavender, painting the flowers propped beside your grave a colour he had wished they were. telling a tale of many consecutive days spent in this location, they bloomed brightly and never wilted away for they were regularly changed with a newer, hand picked bouquet. today, the flowers hadn't the ability to mock him, for today was different.

earlier, under what he thought were unfortunate circumstances, he was left stricken by the lack of purple petals accessible. left with no other choice, he let his fingers fumble along those coloured as snow instead. however, opting for these flowers proved to be difficult, as he realised he was breaking his routine.

because the shadow of the past still hung over, his fear of being second best soon morphed into a fear of change. a fear of everything changing. again, while he still had not adjusted to his scars wounded by time. it was nearing a year since tragedy struck. a year since that decisive moment of change.

but due to a sudden yet short lived act of bravery, tooru chose to cease sewing the seeds of habit, and as of right now, he found himself laying these flowers in their accustomed seat atop the gleaming stone. stems slightly compressed due to his secure grip, but petals remaining untouched. although both were chrysanthemums, the previous batches had been violet, and the current were white, simple as.

it is only when his nephew appears in his peripheral, he is snapped out of his trance, plastering a soft smile to veil his conflicting thoughts. hardly a word is spoken between them as takeru gently places an article of clothing on his lap, then is soon walking off.

leaving tooru with more questions than answers, his eyes shift downwards and widen at the sight of his old aoba johsai uniform folded ever so neatly. at an agonizingly slow pace, his slender fingers start to inspect every nook and cranny of the oversized — on you, not him — jersey. he holds it gingerly for this specific piece of fabric is a memory preserved.

and like a bridge to the past, tooru finds himself traversing along the nostalgic path, illuminated by memories time seemed to have dimmed.

as if the past is burned into his psyche, he still remembers the day you ignored him, well at least tried to.

though your actions were deemed fruitless, as you soon dropped your facade when he eventually caught up to you while you were walking home. mentally cursing yourself for your futile attempts at avoiding him, you had confessed that you were not in fact jealous, but curious as to why there were so many girls wearing his exact jersey. there was an attempt to stifle a laugh, yet one look at the stubborn pout on your face was all it took for tooru to burst out laughing.

"what is so funny?" you had tilted your head with a slight scowl painting your features.

impatiently tapping your foot, you waited for a response, but from his hunched figure and the smack! when he brought his hand to his knee was confirmation that his fit of laughter wasn't going to die out any time soon.

"oikawa" you had puffed, and the use of his last name was enough to get his attention, as he flicked an invisible tear off his face.

dramatically, with his hand latched onto his hip to form his signature stance, his free arm stretched out and squeezed your shoulders.

"they're not mine" he chuckled with a shrug and a smile — smug, yet genuine.

"listen tooru, i'm not dumb. you're the team captain right? the number 1's on the back practically mocked me!"

"may i ask, how many were there?"

"you mean how many were wearing your uniform? hmm i don't know, maybe every single girl i saw cheering?"

"yeah, and do you really think i'd have that many jerseys to give away? iwa-chan would be kicking my ass if i was constantly getting new jerseys!"

moments of silence passed and you figured that he was right, but your stubborn demeanour wasn't going to admit defeat that easily.

"i suppose that it would cost a lot of money, which you don't have, seeing as i was the one who had to pay for lunch yesterday. plus, you uhh, still seem as small as you were in first year so i assume you wouldn't need a change in size"

feigning a gasp, he clutched his heart and claimed that it was his turn to ignore you. snickering in response, he cupped your face and peppered it with kisses until he spoke up again.

"you know, ordering uniforms are pretty common for fangirls. buuut, you don't have to spend a single dime 'cause there's only one i'd like you to wear"

digging into his bag whilst motioning you to lift your arms up, he pulled out his aoba johsai jersey. he quickly put it on you and stood back, admiring how the cloth adorned you — no, how you adorned the cloth. this went on for a while, him staring at you in pure adoration, until his face lit up and he went back to fumbling in his bag.

"here! to fully establish that this is for you and you only, a limited edition, aoba johsai uniform, signed by the oikawa tooru" he beamed, placing the top of a permanent marker in between his teeth and biting the lid off.

his left hand found purchase on your waist as the other was in the midst of signing the front and back of your shirt with his signature. tooru being, well, tooru, he began to embellish the entire fabric in little hearts with ' tooru + y/n 's in large lettering, until he was interrupted by your arms outstretching and pulling him in for a hug. deciding against sulking about not getting to finish his oh so lovely drawings, he instead chose to reciprocate and nuzzle into your neck, basking in your warmth.

from then on, it was an essential garment to your outfits. yes, you were reluctant as the bright turquoise colour certainly did not match with everything, but ' you can pull off anything ' is what tooru had claimed. some fashion advice coming from the mf who wore plaid shorts <3

unlike the rest of your clothes in the closet collecting dust, it remained hung up on the handle, ready for use. from matches to study dates which later transitioned into sleepovers, he always complimented your attire in different ways as if it was your first time wearing it.

braiding his chocolate coloured locks, he lay on top of you, the back of his head on your stomach as he made an effort to mirror the rhythm of your breathing with every rise and fall of your chest.

after a lack of commentary, you noticed that he was not staring off into space, but rather the glow in the dark stars you had stuck up on your ceiling. deciding to take advantage, you extended your arm to switch off the lamp adjacent your bed, and while the light faded, the stars gathered overhead.

"oh - hurry up tooru, look! it's a shooting star, make a wish" you gushed, having one eye shut while the other awaited his reaction.

"come on now, you know i didn't bring my glasses with me today, hmph"

"no no, how does that saying go — you don't have to be able to see it to believe it! you're the one always saying those cliche quotes all the time"

".. angel, i'm sorry but this is all just a yellow blur to me. i really can't see anything"

huffing at his habitual use of endearment, you wrapped your hand around his wrist and straightened out his index finger to guide it towards the ' shooting star ' that had not moved from the centre of your ceiling.

"better?"

"much"

letting out a satisfied hum, you both closed your eyes, your conversation, but not your minds as they wished upon the faithful glints of gold which magnified the tranquility of it all.

you eased your grip around his wrist but he took this as an opportunity to interlock his fingers with yours. and with the stars winking from a pitch black sky, your wishes combined, and the soft squeeze of your hands, it was a silent promise that you would always be with each other.

perhaps it was the flower's slight change in hue which resulted in this caprice of fate, because for the first time, he finds himself recalling positive memories rather than remnants of your death.

and for the first time, tooru accepts. the unknown feeling envelops him, yet it does so with open arms, a welcoming smile, and no judgement.

the way he allows his tears dye the turquoise clothing a darker shade, he recognizes that he is no longer under the false pretence that all is well.

he need not question why the corners of his lips subliminally upturn, because as as he clutches this jersey, it's almost as if he is clutching you once more.

while the last stars still fleck the sky, he thanks those lucky stars, for it is you there with him, and he finds solace in your presence.

but this time, tooru isn't afraid to let go.

by no means does he intend to let go of you, no — never. but to let go of the affliction, pain, and instead have regard for the past in preparation for the future. in preparation for change.

and with his damp high school uniform, his smile that is heartful, and the lyra hanging heavy in the eastern sky, they all begin to coalesce into his former self.

the tooru who is not a genius. the tooru who underestimates his own strength, the tooru who overcomes adversity. the tooru, whom you are in love with.

and with the knowledge, and most importantly, acceptance, that you are no longer here with him physically,

oikawa tooru knows that wherever he goes, there you are.

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petrichormeraki · 3 years

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The Blind c!Tubbo Post (Tubbost)

(TW: Scopophobia, Eye Scarring/Discussion, Ableism Mention, Death Mention)

SO! literally nobody asked but I would like to share with you all my headcannon for Tubbo after the Festival.

I'm one of the many who depict canon deaths as scarring left over after respawns, and my first depiction of Tubbo after the Festival was him with blast scars over his face, blinded by the firework shot into him at close range. I also depicted him with his eyes permanently closed in every art...

...which I have NOW learned is not actually how eye scarring works! (Or maybe burn scars specifically DO glue your eyes shut, I'm not a doctor, I've only done some digging.)

Then I started to wonder what Tubbo's eyes WOULD look like open after the Festival, since there would be no way his eyes made it unscathed from an explosion right between them. It was then I discovered macular corneal dystrophy!

Macular dystrophy is specifically the name for the corneal opacity caused by injury/scarring! And yes, while I know "cloudy eyes = blind" is an insulting caricature of blind characters in media, in this instance I think because the discoloration is a direct symptom from scarred blindness, it's not just another half assed able-bodied depiction (I hope).

(However; if I'm incorrect, I implore blind folks to let me know and I'll scrap it immediately 👍. Also, Tubbo's situation is very very specific, so I went more general with my research since I couldn't find anything about eye injury related to explosions specifically.)

So, I found how it'd look for Tubbo to be blind after his execution. The next thing was to figure out how getting around in canon could be explained with my fanon interpretation of Tubbo being completely blind.

This was obviously the bigger hurdle, since I was/still am an uneducated, inexperienced person with full sight. To tackle the task to have a blind interpretation of a character without being offensive or ignorant, I turned to @cripplecharacters, who were INSTRUMENTAL in educating me on disabilities. (MASSIVE thanks, y'all!! I would still be researching and not creating if it weren't for you :,3)

You can visit the blog for specifics, but what the mods have done was compile an FAQ about blind folks for those who genuinely didn't know anything about them (read: me)

It was through them that I learned the dos and donts of depicting a blind character in my work, hence why my final headcannon of Tubbo is a) completely able to independent and mobile, NOT infantalized, b) almost always has an earpiece to explain the surroundings of the SMP's constantly shifting environment so he can realistically move around without hurting himself, and c) IS NOT COMPLETELY INHIBITED BY HIS BLINDNESS, emotionally or physically.

Of course, there's always going to be things he can and can't do because he is now blind, but in the grand scheme of things, Tubbo adapted well to his situation after time to get used to it. Becoming blind did not depress him or confine him, and it certainly did not stop him in his journey of self growth as a character.

I struggled with this, as I didn't want Tubbo's disability to be obsolete in the long run; blindness is now a part of him, and it was important to me that that is shown; but I also didn't want his loss of sight to, well, completely cripple him. I know it's a slippery slope to maintain as someone who never has gone through or experienced any inhibition of sight other than run-of-the-mill glasses, and I know I definitely didn't learn everything about how to properly convey a blind character.

That said, I open the doors to educate* me if you wish! Tell me if I was offensive or incorrect in any of my above research! I want to be respectful over all else when I draw/write disabled folks.

Basically, TLDR: in my fanon interpretation, c!Tubbo is blinded after the Festival, and I did a lot of research to depict his blindness realistically and respectfully, and I made this post at 2:45 AM because 👉 insomnia 👉 so sorry if the wording is a bit funny in places.

*please only comment if you're a professional in the field of optometry/eye injury or a blind person yourself! To those who are full sighted and just as inexperienced; this literally cannot be explained by you, so please refrain :)

#this is important to me so posts like these will get the tag:#meraki infodumps #dream smp #blind!tubbo #big queue #tw eyes #tw scopophobia #tw injury #go follow cripplecharacters right now they're a fantastic resource

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Meant To Be Series || One For Every Billion

Episode 4. If You're A Masochist

Putting your phone away after posting your latest update, you look around one more time for either of your cousins. The oldest, Ren, had left you with his brother Shin, strictly telling him not to leave you alone before he met back up with you both. But then you convinced Shin to call the car and drop off the bags you'd overloaded him with, agreeing to meet back here this cute café. It had been pretty easy to convince him, seeing as how you could barely make him out over the bags and boxes of items you'd bought for your friends and family back home. It was fair play, after all, you'd brought just as many gifts with you for your cousins here when you'd arrived.

Smiling as you tip the cup of coffee up to your lips, you consider if you've harassed him enough for the day or if you should top it off by ordering him something he'll hate just to see that distressed look on his face. He deserves it for the prank he pulled on you a few days ago, when they picked you up from the station, literally scaring you half silly when he snuck up from behind you, grabbed you, and started to run. You were pretty worried because not a single person in the busy terminal had tried to stop him even though you were clearly (momentarily) terrified and not aware of who had 'kidnapped' you until he'd finally put you down. You guess you should have expected this with him though, given you both have always messed around with each other, pulling fun pranks and stupid stunts, since the two of you were kids, but you'd gotten completely complacent since you'd last seen these oh so lovely cousins of yours.

If there was any doubt on whether you had any payback planned for Ren, well, he was the one who'd grabbed not only your bags but also several pictures of your embarrassing slip in composure, i.e. your briefly terrified face, and shared it with the world. So yeah, you were sure he was sleeping with an eye open for the time being, which is why you would call on your considerable patience before hitting him subtly and satisfyingly when he least expected it.

With that in mind, you head back to the counter to place another order and then ask if there are any specialty dessert shops in the area. Happy to hear of one pretty close, you're sure you'll be able to quickly head over and back before Shin returns.

The shop is as incredible as promised because it only takes them about ten minutes to prepare your custom order of mochi with a spicy twist. Trying one out, you can't help but enjoy the sweet flavour and texture even if you're disappointed that it doesn't seem to have the effect you were hoping for, until you feel the heat slowly build the more you chew. Oh. Oh my. Oh my g- Mouth burning, you quickly gulp at the coffee still in your hand to try and relieve the pain. Okay so.. it's perfect! Cue evil laugh.

You thank the brilliant artisans, because that's what they are, and promise to leave a review on your way out. It's not until you're walking by an alley (how typical, right?) between shops on your way back to the cat café, that you're pulled from your thoughts of not-so-sweet revenge.

"Give it up, kid." It's nothing alarming at first. Not until you hear the next cry.

"Don't touch me! Leave me alone!"

Um. What?

You've stopped even before you turn your head to look in at a couple older guys surrounding a little kid. Seriously, what's with the cliché? You honestly thought this only happened in anime but you guess dummies always prove people wrong.

Debating who you should call, because you're not going to assume adding yourself to the equation alone is going to be any help, you quickly look around only to realize that the only people passing by near or across the street either don't seem to care, or aren't the kind of people you'd feel comfortable asking for any assistance from. People can call you out on stereotyping but really, where's the kind but strong elderly gentleman or tough, no nonsense, do-gooder woman when you need one??

"Hey!" The tears in the kid's voice draw you back, with your head whipping around to witness one of the bullies reach out to grab his collar. Quick kid, he manages to dodge even if barely but he's about to be blindsided by one of the other guys.

You don't even have time to sigh at your stupidity as you run up between them as fast as you can, slapping the second guy's hand away from where it was reaching for the kid's arm.

With that loud sound and dramatic entrance, all eyes are now on you, but the element of surprise does provide enough time for you to pull the boy behind you and back the two of you up a bit so you're both not completely surrounded.

Okay, this kid barely reaches over your hip, he can't be older than about 6 or 7 maybe, what's he doing here alone?

"Well, well. What do we have here?" The first guy that had tried to grab the kid's collar studies you. You want to say his voice is annoying or that he's an ugly creep but he's just an average guy of about a few years older than you. The only distinct feature are his glasses and that's probably because you don't typically think of wannabe thugs in glasses. Again, so sue you for you conventional stereotypes, but you're in a kind of delicate situation to be worried about thinking inside the box.

"Why don't you tell me," You shoot back, pretty upset about this pathetic tableau, "since it looks like three guys old enough to know better than to bully little kids."

The third guy hasn't done much until now but he laughs at your statement and, okay, at least his laugh is kind of annoying, like a dumb donkey's braying. You hope he's trying to fake an evil laugh or something and that's not his real one? Seriously, it sounds forced and fake so you hope for his sake it really is or no one will trust him once they hear it if that's all he has to work with for the rest of his life. You're tempted to say that to his face, but you've also been told by your friends that your reckless impulses tend to escalate the situation when you need the opposite so you hold back.

Because you're outnumbered. With only a crying kid at your back, quite too literally.

"Oh no, we're not bullying him. He's my kid brother, you know? We were just messing with him since he was being a brat and grabbed the new games we just bought."

You hesitate, thinking it over. Did you make assumptions and jump in too fast? He didn't call out for help or say anything specific to indicate he didn't know these guys. You don't want to turn away to look him over, but he had been holding something clutched against his side.

You feel a little hand clench into the back of your dress and a couple tugs follow, so without turning away, you cast your gaze down and meet teary hazel eyes that are peering up with a little hope among the fear, "He's lying, oneesan, I don't know them."

"Ahh, stop lying and dragging the nice, pretty girl into this." Second guy speaks up, trying to reach around you to grab the kid, but you quickly shift the both of you back a bit more. You realize the wall is just behind you, if the kid's gasping sob means anything. You're out of space to maneuver.

So...you're in a tough spot, you've got your hands literally full and you're up against three guys that are definitely living up to your first impression of them. You don't really have time to think it over as 'glasses' loses patience and reaches for you directly, grabbing your arm that's holding the trick mochi and trying to pull you forward. "What's this? Maybe we should take it for the trouble you've added by interfering in a family issue."

"How about this instead?" And before you can pity the loss, you've thumbed off the lid to your delicious hot coffee that you guess won't get to finish drinking, and toss it in his face.

"Arhggh!" Wow, high pitched for a tough guy, but you really can't think about that right now. Goodbye, coffee, your sacrifice is appreciated.

"What the hell, you crazy b-"

"Don't bother, dumbass, it's probably not hot enough to permanently scar him at this point." True story, you like your coffee cooled down more than most.

They're staring at you like you're crazy but it's really just the recklessness you're known for. Although you should have held on to that reminder of your friends' warnings that ran through your head earlier because the situation has definitely been escalated if the mean, hateful looks that are appearing from behind their fake polite masks are anything to go by. They clearly weren't even trying that hard to pretend. While the second guy is supporting his friend who's flailing, 'Fake laugh' reaches for you, this time angled for the collar of your dress or even your neck, "You stupid bitch."

Oh okay. Well, I'm so sorry for my impertinence, god. This is payback for the mochi prank, isn't it? You actually roll your eyes upwards for a split second with that thought.

Then you prepare to drop the maybe-unlucky box for the coming fight but just before his hand reaches you, another suddenly shoots out and grabs it. Hard.

"Don't you know how to treat women, buddy?" Wow, now that's a nice voice.

Shifting your eyes to your left without turning your head, you catch sight of a handsome bedheaded guy about your age. You would probably be all heart eyes in any other situation- who are you kidding? This is literally the perfect situation.

"I don't think he does, but that's probably because he has zero experience with them." Yay, your mouth can run freely with your attitude now that you have some back up. Not that it stopped you earlier, though..

This new guy shifts his gaze to meet yours and looks pretty surprised at your smirky smile (yes you're calling it that). Why so surprised though? You guess you should have been crying or even praising this god for stepping in. Whatever, he's just a boy. Even if he is drool worthy.

He studies you and pauses briefly on the redness marking your wrist from where one of the guys had grabbed you and then his golden eyes flick down to the boy hidden behind you before focusing a steady stare back on the bullies, "I think you should leave before I really get pissed off."

He must be a magician because they vanish pretty fast after his low declaration, supporting their friend who's managed to wipe most of your precious coffee off of his slightly reddened face. Looks like, he'll live to be a dumbass another day. Could've told them that and avoided the escalation. Oh wait, you pretty much did, right?

The guy is turning back to you after watching them leave the alley and you reach for the little kid with the hand that once held your coffee. Feeling his little hand slip into yours, you start to walk the two of you towards the street while keeping your body angled so you don't completely turn your back on this new guy. You swear the amount of times you've had a situation like this turn into something unexpected is a little unnatural. "Wow. Well... Thank you, stranger, for your help."

He narrows those stunning eyes on you but you don't think he's angry, just a little confused for a moment, before he realizes you're equally wary of him. He moves out of the alley after you both, but thankfully not too closely, because you have to turn your back on him so you don't trip or walk into anyone once you reach the main street.

"It's Kuroo. Kuroo Tetsuro."

You silently startle around at the sound of his voice coming from a lot closer to you than expected but compose yourself quickly so as not to offend him by whirling around in alarm.

"Oh, uh.. nice to meet you." Okay, you both should be safe now. You turn back to face him and the kid is now glued to your side, tiny hands gripping your dress with both hands, one at your back and one at the front. At least it's not silk because that would leave quite the wrinkles. "Anyways... we have to get going now to find whoever lost this little guy."

His arm moves up, rubbing his hand in his hair at the back of his sheepishly tilted head. Probably can't get his hair any messier at this point. "That would be me."

"What?" You raise a disbelieving eyebrow. Always the unlikeliest odds with you and really, what are they anyways here in this situation? But it turns out he's not kidding and you're not misunderstanding.

"I'm the one who lost him. That's my little cousin you're trying to walk away with."

"Hey!" You protest his teasing implication, before looking down at the boy. The other guys tried this too, though.

So you delicately crouch down (aware you're in a dress and heeled ankle boots that could spell impending disaster if you lose your balance) to make sure you're at eye level with the kid. He's not crying anymore, but not looking happy or relieved either. Just staring back at you steadily, a little like the calm gaze of this other guy, actually, but let's not go with confirmation bias. Maybe he's just not an overly excitable kid to begin with.

"Do you know this guy?" You ask softly. He told the truth before, under the stress of a pretty scary situation, after all.

He looks over and up at the tall teen claiming to be his cousin before nodding. "Oh." You give the little boy a reassuring smile before leaning in to whisper in his ear, "Can I ask your name?"

And when you turn your ear to him so he can whisper a reply, you hear, "Itsuki."

Giving him another sweet smile, you stand back up and he's glommed right back onto your side. You meet the bedhead's eyes with your own slightly narrowed but steady too, and settle on a serious expression with an eyebrow raised. He hasn't looked away from you even once but that's fair considering you might actually be trying to take away his little cousin... whom he's lost already once today, if we're all being honest.

"What's his name?"

He raises an eyebrow to match yours, stance indicating he's in no rush but expression definitely amused, "You mean Itsuki?"

"Yeah.. okay, then." You look back down at the boy who's reluctantly releasing you as Kuroo moves closer to you both, your smile back on my face. "It was really nice to meet you, Itsuki. Thank you for being so brave and strong back there. I couldn't have sent those bullies away without you!"

"Or me?" Kuroo asks but it's not really a question more like an amused statement sliding into remind you that he did save you both in the end. Isn't he a little too close for politeness?

"I suppose." Now you have tilt your head back to look at him again. Argh, why is it like a compulsion to just stare your life away when you look into those eyes? "Thank you, then.. Kuroo."

"Not that you needed my help." Ohh, he's smirking at you and it. is. something. "You looked like you were mostly holding your own before I stepped in."

You laugh, because he's really just being nice and you don't know what expression your face might make after seeing his smirk if you don't pick amusement, "Pretty sure it was painfully obvious who brought the most advantage on our side if it came to a fight... and it wasn't me."

"Oya? Our side, huh? And what's your criteria for assessing that advantage?"

And before you can stop yourself, his question has you looking him up and down like.. like you're checking him out. Cue your blush. Ugh. You pass it off and try to push through, "What? I'm not supposed to notice that you have the physical advantage over me?"

Yeah, you worded that deliberately and wouldn't change it for anything because it's so worth it to see the red lightly tint his own cheeks. Yeah, I see your thoughts went there.

"Anyways," You start to step backwards, "Really, thank you."

You turn away to walk over to the coffee shop just another door down.

"Wait," You look over to see both Itsuki and Kuroo catch up to you quickly, the latter now holding on to the former gently but firmly, "I should be thanking you. You did step in to help my cousin when not many others would."

"Oya?" You copy his cute phrase with a look at him from the corner of your eyes and a teasing smile of your own, "How do you know he didn't step in to help me?"

"Somehow I doubt that." The three of you come to a stop in front of the coffee shop and Kuroo's distracted for a second, "Wait, this is your stop?"

"Yeah, why?"

He chuckles, "Ours too. We'd just stopped in here ourselves when Itsuki wandered away." We?

"Oh, I was here a little earlier too, but I needed to grab.." You lift the box, ".. this, for someone. I left my order here though."

"You lose your coffee often or just an addict?"

"Haha. Neither. It's... a thing. You'd think I'm horrible if I explain."

"I doubt I'd ever think that at this point. Can I pay for your new order and you can tell me about it over your next cup? You know, as a thank you for putting yourself in a dangerous situation for my cousin." Why does he make that sound both grateful and like a stern admonishment at the same time?

"I covered it already and it wasn't really for me. But I really appreciate the offe-"

You're cut off by the door opening and Shin bursting through with a very exasperated look on his face. Whoops, guess you took too long. He immediately starts complaining, "Where have you been?! Imagine my worry when I arrive here and you're gone! You promised you'd wait here."

Another guy has walked out behind him but you ignore that because you see that Shin's holding the drink you got him, but that has your name on it, and can't help but point out both literally and dryly, "Clearly so worried, you picked up my order in the meantime?"

"Hey, there are two drinks so I figured one was mine! But they're both awful!" Of course he tried them both. His face turns into a sad pout, "Why would you order such sour drinks when you know I hate them! And I know you do too! So... do you really hate me for that little thing? You've been so mean today."

You chuckle because this is literally the perfect opportunity. Well, actually, Kuroo is still standing by politely with Itsuki, watching you both with interest, but that other guy has walked up to them and is now also standing there. Is he gaming out here? Never mind.

You give Kuroo an apologetic smile with a finger held up to indicate you'll be a moment and then turn back to offer the box you've been holding onto this whole time to your dear cousin. "I can't imagine why you'd feel that way, but I did get you this, too. You can't have it all though, it's also for Ren."

He reaches for the box when you pop it open and happily exclaims, "Mochi? Aw, I take it back, you're the best!" before proceeding to pop two in his mouth. Oh. Uh-oh.

Okay then, closing the box, you walk back over to Kuroo as Shin happily munches away behind you. "Sorry, yes, I appreciate the offer but as you can see, I have my hands full with-"

"Ahhh! OMG, my mouth is burning!!! What is this?" Is he crying? He's definitely chugging that 'horrible' drink. "I take it back that I took it back. You do hate me. And for what?! I'm sorry I tried to kidnap you, okay?! Ahhh! Make it stop-"

He keeps rambling, even while alternating between choking down the sour drink and pausing for quick panting breaths every now and then, as tears actually run down his face. Even the gamer boy is momentarily distracted watching. You can't help the satisfied smile that stretches across your face as you watch Shin dissolve into tortured agony from the corner of your eyes and finish your sentence "-a pretty troublesome commitment already."

Kuroo looks a little worried but definitely way more amused, "I thought that box was something really special, the way you held onto it the whole time."

"Yeah, even in exchange for my precious coffee-" You wipe away a pretend tear and swear he mutters 'so you are an addict' under his breath before you finish, "but it was worth the revenge, wouldn't you say?"

"Well... He tried to kidnap you?"

"Ugh, don't ask. It was a stupid prank that I briefly fell for. But I think he won't try getting me back for a while. At least a week of peace."

"So.. don't mess with you, is what I'm hearing."

You laugh at his accurate interpretation, "Pretty much. Or do, if you're a masochist."

He looks slightly awed and a whole lot intrigued when he states, "At first I thought you were some incredible angel.. but you're pretty much more an incredible devil, aren't you?

"Incredible, either way? I'll take it." You smirk, thinking of the irony he'll probably never understand.

"How about my request for a name?"

"Isn't it Kuroo Tetsuro?"

"I'm asking for your name, Kitten." He's a little exasperated and just a smidge embarrassed that you made him spell it out. I mean, you like that he's all witty and smooth but... you really like a guy's direct side, too.

You do still smile and tease a little more, "Kitten could work, given the irony..." He gives you an unamused look, but you were continuing anyway, "But since you asked so nicely.. I'm Y/-"

"Oi!" Ren is standing across the street with the car, door open, "I've been looking for you. It's time to go."

"Oh," You look back at Kuroo who's still looking at Ren a split second longer before focusing back on you, "I'm sorry, I have to go!" You smile at him apologetically then face Itsuki, slightly crouched, to give him a bright smile, "Bye Itsuki! Take care and don't wander off again!"

You don't have time to say anymore than those goodbyes to the pair of cousins before your own is dragging you away, cursing you out and swearing he'll get you back. He's listing a lot of pretty creative ideas, silly boy, you'll just use them before he can.

You check both sides of the road as he's pulling you across since it doesn't look like he's going to but you both make it safely to Ren who just gives the two of you a droll look. "You guys definitely didn't listen to me."

He didn't even pose it as a question. You just shrug and give him a kiss on the cheek before sliding into the back of the sleek car, followed by Shin and then Ren, who calls out to let the driver know to take you all home. Maybe you glance out the tinted windows to steal one last look at Kuroo before the car starts to move away. Maybe you see that he's looking too, he's staring at the car but his mouth is moving and when it stops, the gamer boy says something back.

The last thing you see before the car pulls away completely and you can't see anymore is Itsuki pulling Kuroo back towards the café and he takes one last look your way before heading inside with his friend following.

You turn back around, not realizing you'd shifted your whole body. Ren is looking at you oddly so you just raise an eyebrow at him, but smile when Shin happily exclaims, "Hey Ren, we got you some treats too!"

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Behind The Scenes!

-Kuroo not only didn't get Y/n's name, but was pretty curious as to her close relationship with the two guys that we know as Shin and Ren

-If she had to measure, Y/n felt about the same level of attraction and connection with Kuroo as she did with Oikawa when she first bumped into him at the boba shop; he was interesting but still just a casual, fun encounter in the end

-Gamer boy was obviously Kenma, yeah?

-Is it funny for anyone else that Bokuto is liking or retweeting the posts about Y/n? Or is it just me because I clearly know too much?

-Itsuki is non-canon, if you weren't sure :(

A/N: I really like how this one turned out, I don't know why. It could have something to do with the fact that I've been a Kuroo simp the longest but I dunno, it just... flowed. And I barely even chewed over the edits.

Btw, if you guys ever see first-person POV (my, me, I, us, we) or 'Faye', it's probably a good time to restate that this started out as a purely self-indulgent imagining, which is why I write most seamlessly as myself in the scenarios. I then change it over to 'Y/n' and reader perspective during multiple levels of edits so you all can hopefully enjoy the story/scenarios too, but it can (and likely will) still slip through sometimes. Just let me know, and I'll fix it, thank you :) <3

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