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volfoss · 11 hours

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Hiiiii <3 I remember you talking about the boys comics vs the show, and I just finished the third season and it's really funny to me how almost every time there's an interesting storyline happening the little trivia window on Amazon says something like "this was not on the comics this was invented by the TV show" . Like yeah I'm not surprised lol

What character do you think is the most improved by the show? Is there anything that you think was actually better in the comics or is it just trash altogether?

hiii!! first off, SO glad you're enjoying it!! second off good god this may be long (i love to hate on mr ennis) so. under a cut :3

As for characters, let me first give a small run down of how every woman is treated in the comic:

the female (as she um. does not have a name in the comics) has barely any development other than oh she was raised in a fucked up lab and her mom sucks and that she and frenchie kind of have something going on. all of the really good stuff during the show w her brother or just... any of it is not there. again i need to emphasize she does not have a name. ennis does not care enough to give her an alt form of communication (like in the show, her teaching frenchie her own sign is SUCH a good thing. not in the comics lmao)

starlight. oh god where do i even START. so where the show handles her sa well and respectfully, um. well you see mr ennis loves to put rape in his stories and also loves to be bad to women. so its MULTIPLE scenes with her (where like. all of the men of the team line up for her to give them a bj. which to me really kind of... ruins the messaging he could have been going thru). hughie is like... genuinely really bad about her sa in the comics (as in. when he finds out via butcher getting tapes of the headquarters and purposefully setting it up so hughie SEES HER GETTING SA'D and goes to confront her about it. its great ennis loves women) and he BLAMES HER FOR IT. and then dumps her. and hes not supposed 2 be in the wrong there so thats great.

the only thing w her character that i DID like was at the start of the comics, she was pretty religious and as it went on, she started to lose her faith in religion bc she didnt get why jesus would let this happen to her. which was imo an interesting take but also ennis is OBSESSED w shitting on religion so like. its not surprising i guess that hes putting that in there lmao. she never really gets to confront the members of the team who REPEATEDLY either do/attempt to sa her other than doing a threat once or twice. theres none of the commentary on how society views women heroes or anything like that with her (i cannot emphasize enough that they kept like. the intro for the comics in terms of what kickstarted stuff and then just like... left the rest behind. which was for the best bc my god i think if u counted the amt of slurs and just bad stuff overall you would lose count (ik i did)).

maeve. good god its bad. so she was there when... homelander had part in 9/11 (tldr for that incident: in the comics, the supes are sent out to prevent one of the planes that was gonna hit (i believe the pentagon?) and then ended up crashing it elsewhere. but the plane scene in the show was THAT plot point done better) and that just made her become an alcoholic. and that is like 99% of her character in the comics. it is so so shitty bc the show did SO much w her and the comics just... did not.

the other non prominent women (stormfront was a man in the comics for like... clarification) are all... well what we call the ennis morality compass victims. a lot of the comics are the boys going to learn abt a supe group and learning they did smth bad (which youd think murder. or like smth equally bad. youd be wrong) and then its revealed that they are having orgies, being GASP gay, or being mentally ill (there is an entire team that hughie goes undercover w that the ... entire joke is that theyre too nice bc theyre not as mentally stable as the boys are. one of the bits is one of the teammates has tourettes so he has tics of just saying fuck or something similar and its treated as a joke). so if theyre not mentally ill or being gay or doing something that ennis sees as kind of fucked up (as the entirety of the comics is a test to how much garbage he can put in one series) theyre being used solely as sex objects. its pretty bad to put it lightly.

the men dont get out of the bad writing treatment either but. the women get it the worst. as for who gets improved the most, id say easily kimiko (it is NIGHT AND DAY) or maybe oddly enough butcher (his comic issues are... bad. we would be here all day if i got into them). and MM. oh my god you do not want to know how he was handled in the comics. honestly there isnt a character that DIDNT get improved a ton, all of them did. i dont know how the writers pulled it off but it is infinitely better for everyone.

as for anything i liked more... honestly not much. i think the shock value didn't work most of the time because ennis just made it the ENTIRE comics point to be edgy. i guess the fact homelander is bi in the comics is kind of funny but its just... not handled well (shocker right). as i mentioned earlier, i think the stuff with starlight starting out as super devote to religion and then becoming disenchanted with it was interesting. the only other really good thing about it is the art. it is HIDEOUS but i feel it kind of is intentional against the comic art of the time (as the artist is genuinely amazing outside of that). oh and if you can ignore all of the bad stuff, there was a kind of cool plot point that the show hasnt hit yet/wont touch, where they discuss the comics in the world with the context of them being propaganda. one of the owners of the local comic shop used to be a comic editor, and discusses how the comics were used to cover up the bad deeds that the supes were doing irl. it was an interesting take, especially since a lot of older comics WERE propaganda (ie like the wwii era comics are INSANE propaganda). tldr do not fucking touch the comics unless you want to see how many slurs ennis wants to drop (too many).

#asks #grain of salt on some of the details bc its been a month since ive read this #ask to tag #bc i do not fucking know how to tag this but like. god just know its a lot lol #sorry this is sooo long and prob not super coherent but i black out and get consumed by the anger when the comic is brought up lol #and unfortunately the comic is like... honestly some of the worst shit ive ever read. and ive read... probably 5k comics?

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hermywolf · 2 years

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genuinely just wondering about ur view on things. how do u deal with the show drawing parallels between hughie and butcher's little brother while shipping butchie? not trying to be mean bc i used to kinda sorta like to ship them but when the parallels got so blatant i found i couldn't anymore

okay so i'd like to preface this by saying that contrary to, like, annie and hughie, whom i'll riot if they don't end up together, i wouldn't want butcher and hughie to actually be together on screen, especially after s3 since they're clearly sticking with the brotherly love thing. personally i started shipping them in s1 when there was nothing showing that butcher saw hughie as a brother-- or that he had a brother at all. i don't mind letting them do their lenny parallels in the show while having my own personal version/interpretation of their relationship separate of the course the show is taking, just like i'll keep believing kimiko and frenchie are love interests even if the show truly decides to make them platonic going forward. that being said,

i honestly think they introduced the lenny thing because butcher and hughie were getting a little too homoerotic in s2, so they needed to no homo things, and it ended up being a compelling storyline so they went with it in s3. they've done the 'no guys its not gay because it's BROTHERLY love actually' thing with half the popular tumblr gay ships anyway, including destiel. it seems its most writers's go-to technique to try to no homo a deeply homoerotic relationship

there's also the fact that as much as they'll parallel hughie to lenny they also often parallel him to becca, butcher's literal wife, and they often group hughie's relationship with butcher with his relationships with robin and annie, his two canonical love interests. im personally choosing to understand this as butcher just putting hughie in the 'people i love' category, and the people in there so far were just lenny and becca, so he compares him to both of them.

(also if they really want hughie to be exclusively like a brother to butcher sure they shouldn't parallel him to his wife so much but also mayyybe they should tone it down a bit with the sexual innuendos. we can attribute the 'how hard did butcher suck your dick' thing to soldier boy's general homophobia, but why the FUCK would they make butcher tell hughie 'when this is all over i'll buy you a bottle of top shelf lube and tickle your balls until you beg me to stop' if they wanted them to seem 'brotherly' lmao)

plus, since apparently kimiko and frenchie, who had a full falling in love three season long storyline and kissed twice, are apparently not romantic and more like family or siblings according to kripke, im gonna go ahead and ignore his general opinion on things and relationships in the show

#i hope i explained my views on this well #and i totally get being put off by the parallels and not shipping them anymore with the direction the show is taking #im just really good at creating a completely separate version of a show or relationship in my mind lmao #asks #anon #the boys #show:theboys #butchie #hermy posts

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mejomonster · 1 year

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Silent Reading chapter 72 I'm absolutely screaming. 1. Fei du backstory finally! 2. Luo wenzhou saying just ASK me directly dude! I'll answer okay, you don't need to play games! 2. Fei du shocked, "did you think I asked you out... to get answers?" Baby YEAH WHO WOULDNT AT LEAST A LIL BIT. 3. FEI DUS FLIRTY ASS SMILING WHILE ASKING "ARE YOU AFRAID OF ME" (and for the record if you want a real answer, ask if he thinks you'd kill someone and what he'd do - both you know yall both dancing around THAT actual fear). 4. Luo wenzhou NOT RESPONDING lmao. To be fair fei du just put some emotional fears out (are those UR fears fei du babe?) Which just made it sound like fei du absolutely plans to play with Luo wenzhou and break his heart since he Said that shit with a smile. And then Luo wenzhou deftly handling it cause fei du is HIS hot mess so he's just like "nope I'm not responding to this shit" and fei dus like "I'll lay you out so hard you won't be able to leave the bed" and Luo wenzhou save his poor soul just drags fei du out of the car, his mind trying to cope with the fact sexy bitch fei du just really Said "afraid I might break u emotionally and fuck you Too Good" OH MY GOD

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Fei Du paused, then, meaning something by it or not, continued the subject. “It may have been my mistake, but I thought the old fellow was testing my ideas.”

Luo Wenzhou’s expression didn’t change. His eyes calmly turned, passing through the sheltering sunglasses to peek at Fei Du. “What ideas?”

“I don’t know. It sounded like…maybe he thought I was going to pay an assassin to butcher Su Luozhan and that crowd of pedophiles on behalf of the victims’ families.” Fei Du shrugged. “What, does it seem like my sense of justice is that strong?”

For a while, Luo Wenzhou didn’t answer. He changed his previously indolent posture, sitting up and crossing his legs, his body language clearly becoming more business-like.

“He also crossed off some old case files I’d requested for review,” said Fei Du. “I think I more or less understand. By coincidence, those cases all have some flaw. Some failed for lack of evidence, and in some the suspect submitted a diagnosis of mental disorder to show…”

“Fei Du,” said Luo Wenzhou, laughing, “was Chief Lu testing you, or are you try to get something out of me?”

At the sparsely trafficked intersection, the stoplight changed from yellow to red, and Fei Du slowly stopped the car.

“I do actually understand something of this. My shifu got drunk once and let it slip.” Luo Wenzhou was silent for a while, then said, “If I’m not mistaken, all the cases Director Lu crossed off must have been those transferred over during the original Picture Album Project?”

Fei Du hadn’t expected him to be so cooperative. He couldn’t resist giving him a look.

“Aside from the one who said he had a mental disorder, the others were all unresolved cases. At the time, the person leading the Picture Album Project combed through those cases from a different point of view, hoping to be able to find a breakthrough.”

Fei Du listened quietly.

“They were limited by the level of technology and by the passage of time. A lot of the evidence had vanished, and psychological profiling wasn’t suitable to supply evidence in court, whether from the point of view of maturity or from the point of view of credibility. In the end, these unresolved cases could only serve as research material; there was no way to bring the suspects to justice. The elders and experts involved in the Picture Album Project were stymied. Afterwards, one after another, the suspects in those cases met with misfortune.”

“What kind of misfortune?”

“Some had unusual accidents, some disappeared, and one committed suicide, leaving a note confessing to the crime. One by one, the names on their desks faded away. It was too much of a coincidence. If it wasn’t the heavens suddenly opening their eyes and bringing down retribution, then it could only be one circumstance—murder. The killer was highly intelligent and understood the victims even better than they understood themselves; furthermore, he was familiar with the police’s methods for working cases. 100%, it was one of our own people. The Picture Album Project was therefore called to an immediate halt, and everyone involved was suspended and investigated.”

At this point, Fei Du understood why, when Tao Ran had asked about the Picture Album Project at the table, Luo Wenzhou had avoided answering. The people involved in this case must all have been the cream of their profession or experts in related academic fields. If they hadn’t yet retired, by now they had probably become respected and prestigious elders and administrators.

“And after that?”

“After that, the investigation team fixed on a suspect,” said Luo Wenzhou. “I’m not too clear on the details, but there was no evidence to charge him with. This person was the key figure in the Picture Album Project. Many of my elders who participated in the project had been his students.”

Fei Du immediately asked, “Who was he?”

Luo Wenzhou shook his head. “I’m not sure. The Venerable Yang didn’t tell me. I tried investigating afterwards, and his file had been sealed. Though from what my shifu said, I think he’s dead.”

“You’re not sure,” Fei Du said quietly. “Meaning you investigated.”

Luo Wenzhou neither acknowledged it nor shook his head. “I’ve already said this much. It’s your turn to put your cards on the table.—Why did you get into Yan Security Uni? Why did you scheme so hard to be involved in the renewal of the Picture Album Project? Don’t tell me you had nothing better to do and were simply curious.”

Fei Du was silent.

The two of them sat side by side in the narrow front of the car, the distance of only a few fists separating them, but there seemed to be a thick, ice-cold wall between them.

Fei Du’s gaze flickered slightly. Luo Wenzhou seemed to hear the sound of one sluice gate after another opening in his mind as their master coolly weighed which security doors he needed to open, how much he needed to reveal, to obtain what he wanted.

When the car’s GPS showed that they were almost at their destination, Luo Wenzhou finally managed to pry a few words out of Fei Du’s mouth.

“You know I always suspected that my dad had something to do with my mom’s death,” said Fei Du. “Even though you eliminated him from suspicion, I still had that feeling. I couldn’t get rid of it. Theoretically, intuition is connected to a person’s subconscious, and I wanted to know where my deep-rooted suspicion came from, so I tried to think of a way to trace back to when I was little.

“I remember my house had a basement that only my dad had the key to and even my mom couldn’t go in, like Bluebeard’s locked room. I plotted in secret for half a year to get the key and the code, then slipped inside…”

Luo Wenzhou acutely felt his voice stop at some complication.

“…I saw an open folder on his desk, and inside…uh…” At this point, Fei Du seemed to choke on air; he began to cough. He looked outside, closed the car window, and continued somewhat hoarsely, saying, “I’m sorry, I choked.—Inside was a paper. I gave it a rough look. I was little then, I only just knew how to read. I only vaguely remember terms like ‘vicious case’ and ‘psychological trauma.’ The name on the paper was ‘Fan Siyuan.’ I investigated him later, but found that he was a mystery. Aside from his teaching at Yan Security Uni, there were no other leads.”

Luo Wenzhou didn’t reply. He could tell at once that Fei Du was talking nonsense—he’d seen all kinds of papers on his parents’ desks when he was little, and aside from the time he’d gotten hit when he’d torn up his dad’s meeting notes and folded them into an airplane, he couldn’t remember a single punctuation mark of any of them.

“Why would a businessman have that in his secret study? Don’t you think it’s strange?” Fei Du drove the police car into Heng’ai Private Hospital’s parking lot. “After I broke in, my dad stopped using the place and moved everything in it, not leaving anything behind. In all these years I still haven’t found where he put those things.—That mysterious paper is my last memory.”

“Oh,” Luo Wenzhou replied flatly. When the car had come to a stop, he unfastened his seatbelt. It was unclear whether he’d accepted Fei Du’s part true, part false explanation. “If you want to ask about something after this, you can just ask me straight out. I like to say things clearly. If I can tell you, I’ll answer right away. You don’t need to peddle sex appeal. If I can’t say, then even if my brain cells are missing half their chromosomes, I still won’t say a word. You don’t need to use such roundabout tactics against me.”

After a pause, Fei Du finally realized what he meant. “Wait, you think I asked you out because of this?”

Luo Wenzhou ignored him and went to open the door. Fei Du grabbed his shoulder.

“Shixiong.” Not only was Fei Du not angry, he was smiling. “I’ve wanted to ask for a long time, are you a little afraid of me?”

Luo Wenzhou nearly raised his eyebrows past the frames of his sunglasses. “Afraid of you? Why would I be afraid of you?”

“Afraid I’ll squander your emotions, afraid I’m not in earnest, afraid you won’t be able to control yourself with me and won’t be able to end things…” One word at a time, Fei Du said, “Which of my guesses is right?”

Luo Wenzhou’s expression sank. He lifted a hand to shake him off. “You’re overthinking…”

Fei Du said, “Or afraid I’ll make it so you can’t get out of bed?”

Luo Wenzhou: “…”

Never in his life had he seen someone who dared to boast so shamelessly. It really was an enriching experience.

Luo Wenzhou was speechless. He simply shut his mouth and pulled Fei Du out of the car.

#silent reading #lb #if pnly there were More queer murder mysteries with frenemies this deeply emltjonally tied up to Feed me like this ToT #ALSO luo wenxhou thinking fei du would be serious then his expression sinking whrm fei du turned the are you afraid into an emotional #deflection. AND FEI DU TRYING TO TURN SHIXIONG INTO A WORD AS DIRTY AS DADDY DHDHFJJF #fei du again you are conditioning yall to have SUCH specific goddamn kinks down the road

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plothooksinc · 1 year

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sunset-unbound · 2 years

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❣️💓💖🥰💘 for the ask game :3

ty but how dare u send all the lovey dovey asks lmao

anyways the answers r under the cut bcz this is gonna be a preeeeeeetty long since theyre in a polycule and the questions r romance-centric

❣️ - What are their love languages?

Fern: likes and expresses through words of affirmation, quality time, gifts and physical touch (but always ask before touching)

Lucas: likes quality time and acts of service the most, expresses a mix of everything depending on the person. complicated relationship with physical touch

Nathan: likes pretty much everything a lot. he looks at intentions more than acts. that said, gives a LOT of physical touch and words of affirmation. you WILL feel HUGGED and APPRECIATED

Sun: likes physical touch, words of affirmation and quality time, expresses mostly through acts of service but varies and blends things together a lot

💓 - What are some signs they’ve fallen for someone? How do they show their affection?

Fern: Spend more time with them. just Constantly at their doorstep wanting to go somewhere with them and do something. and eventually he's probably gonna say something about it. Fern can be pretty straightforward.

Lucas: They're gonna start caring about the person a lot. from asking how they've been doing, if there's something they want to talk about to baking them some pastries to casting blessing spells over them. he's a very caring and protective person for who he cares about.

Nathan: Physical intimacy. slowly but surely he starts sitting closer, subtle hand touches, hugging them goodbye, resting heads on laps. he's frankly pretty easy to read. like he's very kind and affectionate to every friend but you can See that he gets all *twirls hair* w someone he likes

Sun: Intricate Rituals. just the most roundabout displays of affection and flirting with so many encrypting layers you think they're insulting the person. and somehow also the kind to pick flowers and put it in their hair. (and actually VERY obvious if you Know them enough to see through the encrypting)

💖 - How and how often do they try to impress their partner(s)? How and how often do their partner(s) impress them?

Fern: it's less that he tries to be impressive and more that he bursts into their room like HEY I FOUND A PRETTY FLOWER FOR YOU. but also like they all find his magic absolutely impressive even if he's not trying to be. meanwhile he's always impressed by the other 3. Lucas' food will never stop being amazing for him, neither will Nathan's pottery or Sun's art

Lucas: they never really try to impress as much as he just tries to make 'em happy. though very rarely he does flexes his cooking skills. they're constantly impressed by all the stuff Fern finds foraging, by Nathan's amazing amount of knowledge and understanding of plants and fungi's magic properties and by Sun's capacity to understand new things quickly

Nathan: he does take a bit of pride in impressing his partners with his growing garden and business, it is his passion after all. he's generally impressed by all of his partners' skills, but especially so when they outdo themselves.

Sun: constantly doing dumb shit to impress them. it kinda works in the sense they are like HOW DID YOU GET THERE ARE YOU OK. which is a win of course. she's not one to be impressed by anything they do really (not that he doesn't find the things they do great, he does! but she's always like "well of course you can do that. you're you! and you're great!")

🥰 - What pet names do their partner(s) use for them? How flustered do they get by them?

Fern: sun occasionally calls him dandelion and le��ozinho for like literally no reason at all. Fern does get a bit flustered over it, it often catches him by surprise.

Lucas: Fern calls him by a different butchered version of their name on purpose when trying to get them to smile (it usually works and gets a little flustered giggle out of him)

Nathan: sun calls him honey/honeycomb. he thought it was just silly teasing but one day sun said it's because his eyes look like honey when light hits them and he gets red every time he remembers it.

Sun: Fern calls him sunny, sun thinks its cute. Nathan calls him sunshine, definitely one of suns favorite. Nathan also makes a point to call it increasingly embarrassing things to tease 'em (they think it's frustrating but also love it)

💘 - What do they find attractive about their partner(s)?

oh god that's a lot of explanations to make help. so uhh ill divide it in pairs and explain what attracts them to each other. also so i don't have to repeat it a lot, they all find each other physically attractive to some degree

Fern × Lucas: they balance each other! Fern loves the way Lucas is introspective and communicates the things he thinks, their mannerisms and voice. Lucas loves how ready to act Fern is, no thinking about it two times, no staying in place for too long.

Fern × Nathan: They both find each other interesting to get to know as a whole. they're not particularly immediately compatible, but with enough time they can see how multifaceted they are and bond over new things constantly. it's a matter of love born out of cohabitation and growing intimacy

Fern × Sun: they share this sense of doing things Just Because. they're alive, they want to feel like it. they both get easily hyped for things and love for the sake of loving. they make each other feel grounded.

Lucas × Nathan: They share a lot of the same interests in magic and love to hear each other's thoughts on any given subject-- overall for them it's a matter of shared personality and intellectual interest

Lucas × Sun: they have very similar senses of humor and just love to spend hours and hours on end talking. Lucas is deliberately controlled in a way Sun admires and Sun is deliberately chaotic in a way Lucas finds fascinating. they're like mirror versions of the other

Nathan × Sun: Nathan makes Sun feel like he's the world. he's sweet and kind and loving in a way that makes sun feel like they could love anything because they love nathan. and Sun's sense of humor and energy and kindness hidden under the surface make Nathan feel more alive than anything. they're the sun and the moon and neither knows who's which

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inneedofsupervision · 6 days

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hey there im interesting in writing my own stuff and was just interested.. how much time does writing take up for you? how long would you say u spend on each fic? do you need time to process and think about a prompt given or do u just instantly know what to write?

Those are some tough questions since my writing style and work progress are all over the place, but I'll try to answer all your questions. (I also feel honored you came to me out of all these amazing writers on this website since I'm new to writing myself. This is a boost for my self-esteem lmao)

"how much time does writing take up for you? how long would you say u spend on each fic? "

I think it's important to mention that English is not my native language. I have to double-check grammar and word choices and spend lots of time editing and re-writing sentences and phrases, sometimes even whole scenes, before they make sense. If I were to write in German, it would probably take me at least a quarter less time than writing fics in English.

How much time does it take me to work on a fic?

It depends on how motivated I am. Sometimes, I'm motivated but struggle to come up with writing in English. The words don't come to me, and I'll write three butchered sentences of nonsense before growing frustrated and stopping. When I'm motivated and English makes sense, I write 1000 to 5000 words, but that can also vary. I never tracked how many hours it takes to complete a fanfic. My fics also vary in length each time, so it's not like I could compare them. If I had more free time, it would take me less time, but since I'm working 10 hours a day and mostly write on weekends, it naturally takes me longer to upload a new work.

In conclusion, I can't give you numbers, but if I had to guess, I would say I spend at least ten hours on one fanfic, most of the time more than that. If you like, I could track how many hours I need to complete a fic or two, and you can come back in the future and ask again if that's helpful.

"do you need time to process and think about a prompt given or do u just instantly know what to write?"

As mentioned, I'm new to writing and haven't got a lot of prompts, so I can't give you a clear answer to that one. But I got my second prompt yesterday, and funnily, I got some ideas on how the plot could go for that one while at work.

Most of the time, I get ideas for a specific scene while walking my dogs or being at work, and I take my phone and note it down. Sometimes, I begin to write that scene and come up with the rest of the story later. Other times, after writing down that scene on my phone, I go back to whatever I have been doing, and an hour later, I have the rest of the plot coming up. I note that down to avoid forgetting it until I get home. It's a messy progress without any structure of what to do first.

To give you some examples, when I wrote "Suit Up" the only scene I had in mind was where Peter walks into Tony's lab, and Tony is kinda distant and a bit of a prick. That was all. No t-scene, no interaction with Ned, no real plot, it was simply just Peter acting like a lil puppy and Tony being a bit of a meanie.

A similar process to "No Spilling Secrets." The only idea I had, was Peter being a dork and falling, getting caught in his webs. "So you got Detention"? How about Peter teasing Steve and Steve tackling the kid? And then I build something hopefully resembling a plot around it and hope people like it.

And that's how I work on my fics. I don't know if those answers are helpful, I hope I could help you. Always happy to answer if there's anything else you want to know

It's really cool that you want to start writing yourself. It can be hard but it is also really fun and it's cool to look back at the stuff you wrote. I wish you all the best and lots of fun working on your own stuff :)

#anon ask #ask #i feel like i didn't answer anything ....#I'm so sorry this is probably not what you have hoped for

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poorlydrawnmcyt · 2 years

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may i have some more punz and purpled in these trying times

here's one of my fav purpled and punz headcanon

#he's communicating with walli #this could work with bee duo too actually #punz #purpled #dream smp #dsmp #fanart #art #mcyt #I HAVENT DRAWN MERC BROS IN A WHILE #hes singing levitating #i think i butchered it a bit LMAO but u get it #alien/enderman purpled YOO

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angelplummie · 3 years

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THEIR OPINIONS ON VEGANISM

stupid haikyuu boys head cannons that no one asked for <333

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OSAMU: feels entirely neutral to it, included some vegan options in his shop to increase sales

ATSUMU: actively complains about vegans LMAO doesn’t understand why anyone would go vegan/vegetarian, “why would you eat fake meat”

AKAASHI: big flexitarian, will avoid meat wherever he can, but if it’s easier he won’t cause a ruckus, plans to go vegan one day but he’s easing into it, only drinks oat milk, does it for the planet

BOKUTO: i’m going to shock some people and say this boy is a vegan! not only did he hear it’s better for you, he visited a farm one day as a publicity event with some kids and met a piglet and gave it its milk and never looked back since

KAGEYAMA: vegetarian. consumes dairy by the kilo but says that meat gives him an upset tum tum :(

SUGAWARA: Isn’t vegan but doesn’t eat meat on week days, shops at the farmers market and only buys meat from a bonafide butchers. has SO many mason jars. always looking for new vegan recipes!

ASAHI: are you kidding me?????? if this man isn’t a vegetarian oml he couldn’t hurt a fly. not judgemental at all, tho

TANAKA: meat eating menace. waves beef in asahi’s face even though he literally doesn’t care LMAO actually uses the phrase ‘rabbit food’ when referring to vegetables. changed his ways the very moment he hear kiyoko say she was thinking about doing meatless mondays HEKEJS

KUROO; oh my god another member of the vegan hate club. goes on about how annoying they are but if u tell him ur vegan he won’t shut up about it for the rest of ur friendship. “plants have feelings too” boy i will hit you rnt u supposed to be smart?????

LEV: butt chugs Yeager bombs but tells you that it’s unhealthy to have that little protein in ur diet.

USHIJIMA: another beefy vegan!!! never really was that passionate about meat or the taste, and when he watched a slaughter house video on IGTV he gave it up for good. Says he feels more energised now

IWAIZUMI: big vegan, would never go back even tho something in me tells me that he’s partially doing it to get that tough-but-sensitive boy image and get the edge on oikawa with the girls LMAO anyway his smoothies are excellent

OIKAWA: hmm this is tricky i’d have to say an avid oat milk consumer, not vegan. he’ll try vegan options in a restaurant, and throughly enjoy it. started trying it out because of iwa (much to his annoyance). it’s that or he’s the most annoying vegan u will ever meet. won’t stop talking about it for one second, thinks he’s better than you no doubt. “is that beef? i haven’t eaten beef since i was five 😆” ok homeboy didn’t ask

AONE: vegan full stop. has chicks (as in 🐥). insulted at the mere mention of chicken tenders. eats eggs but only because their from his chickens and he knows they’re looked after well. a bit holier-than-thou but we forgive him bc he’s happiest when he’s giving his feathered children their feed in the mornings before work :,)

Hey so this was entirely random and no one cares but came to mind and i ran with it. i am 100% right no one can dispute me don’t even try. as usual, reblogs appreciated! bye love you bye!!!

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #hq headcanons #hq hcs #oikawa hcs #iwaizumi hcs #atsumu hcs #osamu hcs #aone hcs #sugawara hcs #tanaka hcs #ushijima hcs #lev hcs #asahi hcs #akaashi hcs #this is stupid #but it was fun #self indulgence babey

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catcze · 3 years

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hi I've read some of your work and <33 i adore it, if that's okay, can i request a kaeya x gn reader with cryo vision fic? I don't mind hc tho :D

so basically: reader is living in a woods in their little wooden house, away from mondstads people, they're not often seen in public. reader is coming to the city of freedom only to borrow books with spells, because of that some people r saying that they're a witch.

which is pretty accurate, but reader prefer calling themselves magician. they cast a spell by writing a symbol on a small piece of paper and then throwing it at enemy causing dmg, or just use it to shield themselves or to heal. (ndjdbsfhjd if u watched owl house,, there's this human who draws spells on piece of paper so that's something like this)

of course they're using cryo vision to fight enemies too!!

oh ny god sjsbsjah i wrote so much sorry if that's unclear,, so my point is; Kaeya with witch cryo vision wielder reader who spends most of their time in woods but they're not razor goodnight 🏃🏿‍♀️💨💨💨

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

「 FEAT : 」 Kaeya x GN! Reader

「 ### : 」 Fluff, some slice of life? bit of banter, Reader uses a cryo vision, mentions of Eula

oh hUN you've got my creative brain working with this! Thanks so much for sending it it, I hope you like it! I haven’t written Kaeya in some time so if I butchered his character I am so, so sorry lmao 💞 I really loved the concept of this omg 💞

”Really,” is the first thing Kaeya’s said to you today, “Sometimes I wonder how you could spend so much time all the way out here on your own. Don’t you ever get lonely?”

You chuckled and stepped to the side, giving him room to enter your cozy cottage. “It’s not as bad as you might think. The woods are relaxing, and sometimes a dashing knight from the nearby city comes for a visit.”

”Oh? A dashing knight you say?” Kaeya’s grin was wide as he pressed a kiss to your temple, then proceeded to wipe his shoes on your mat. He stepped into your living room to deposited the rucksack he’s been carrying on your table, then settled himself on your sofa. “And pray tell, what is it about this ‘dashing knight’ that makes visits so memorable?”

There’s a warmth that grew in your chest at the familiar sight of the Cavalry captain relaxing back into your comfy couch. You approached and nudged his long legs to give you some space to sit. “Well,” you drawled as you dug through the pack, pulling out the various books and examining them. You made a pleased noise. “Well, absolute grace and poise for one.”

In the corner of your eye, you saw Kaeya smirk to himself, resting his hands behind his head as he got comfortable. The cheeky little shit. You nudged his calf with an elbow.

“Incredible mastery over their weapon, astounding skill with their Cryo vision,” You continued to list off, grinning to yourself as you watched Kaeya’s smirk grow with every word. It was adorable, really.

”The romantic speech. Oh, and let me not forget the stunningly good looks that I’m ever so blessed to be around.”

Kaeya waved a hand between you two, his eye closed as he basked in your praise. “Please,” he tried to say in a humble tone that was not very humble. “You embarrass me, dear. And I thought I was the flirt between us—“

”Oh, I do miss the Reconnaissance captain,” you cut him off with a cheeky smile that turned his smile upside down in an instant. “I hope Eula will visit me again soon.”

His eye narrowed at you, arms crossing on his chest as you tried to stifle your laughter. His expression was comparable to a cat who had just been dunked in water and who had not appreciated it. “How comedic of you,” Kaeya said flatly, though you knew he was not really upset. He frowned and gestured to the books on your table with a wide, sweeping gesture. “And after I braved the treacherous path to deliver these books to you, this is how I am repaid? How shameful of the witch of Wolvendom.”

”Magician,” you corrected, poking his leg. “You’ve heard my spiel before. And really, you brought the trickery upon yourself.”

”I take offense to that, I’ll have you know.” No, you’re sure he didn’t. ”You can’t say the citizens of Mondstadt are entirely wrong, though.”

Noncommittally, you shrug. You stood and piled some of the tomes in your hand, bringing them to your shelf on the opposite wall. The stack in your hands was rather large, and Kaeya wondered how you were able to comfortably carry the whole thing. “Perhaps not, but I do prefer to be called a magician either way.” You looked at him from over your shoulder, one book halfway shelved between two other books. “I trust Lisa had no complaint of the books I borrowed last week?”

”Nothing but the highest praise,” Kaeya assured. Then, as if he had remembered something, he snapped his fingers. “She told me to tell you that she wants you over for tea tomorrow, and that she wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

The thought of it made you groan, and you huffed. “I already went for supplies this week, though,” you complained, but behind your back Kaeya just shrugged.

”I’m just the messenger. Wouldn’t want to upset her, now would you?”

”…no,” You agreed, remembering the last time you had upset her.

”Glad we could come to an accord.” The cavalry captain smiled mischievously at your obvious displeasure. The conversation stalled for a minute or two as you focused on placing the books where they had to go. When you had finished organizing, you turned around and were met with Kaeya’s thoughtful stare.

”She worries about you, you know. So do I. You can’t argue that it’s dangerous out here on your own.”

”I thought we established that a dashing knight comes to check up on me every now and again?” You asked, raising a brow playfully. You crossed your arms. “Besides, I can hold my own. There’s no need to worry.”

”I know you can hold your own,” Kaeya laughed, but there was a tinge of seriousness to it now. “Those written symbols of yours are no joke. I can still remember how tiring it was to get through your Cryo shield. “

”See?”

”And yet, can you blame me for wanting you to be safe?”

You soften at that. Kaeya’s still got a smile on his face, but you’ve known him long enough to spot the fabrication in it. There’s worry there. With soft steps you approach him, taking his hands into yours. With as even of an expression as you can, you meet his gaze. “No, I cannot blame you for it. But I feel alive here in the woods, even though it’s dangerous. I have my vision and my skills for a reason, you know? You helped me master it, you know how formidable I am.”

”I do,” he agrees.

”And I’ve been learning to draw symbols of healing, too, so I can do more than just fight and defend. I can’t dispel your worries, though I appreciate that you care for me as much. I can tell you that I will do my best to stay safe, though.”

”Do you promise?” He asks, searching your eyes for any doubt, any indication you were saying all this just for him.

His eye was a lovely shade of blue, you realized. Leaning more on the side of periwinkle in this light, and contrasting with those strange, diamond-shaped pupils. You wondered if it was the same under his eyepatch.

”I promise.” Then the furrow of your brow relaxed and you grinned. “Though I wouldn’t mind a certain Cryo-wielding captain from the knights showing up on my doorstep every now and then. Y’know, just to check up on me.”

Kaeya’s smile changed, just enough for you to notice. He didn’t let go of your hand just yet, but his shoulders had lost some of their tension.

”I’ll be sure to pass the message to Eula, then.”

You laughed, smacking his shoulder with a strength you doubted he could feel. “You ass!”

#「 🐈‍⬛ 」 catcze.desserts #kaeya x reader #genshin impact x reader #Cw GN reader

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darthmaulification · 3 years

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Requests? 👀 I think I have an idea...

May I request something with Reader and Din who have been traveling together for a while and grown close, and they find Luke and Grogu so Din is able to see him again. But, while they visit, Reader learns from Luke that she's also a force sensitive, and Luke offers for her to stay and train with him...But she doesn't want to leave Din. Refuses to, even.

A/N: i fully support saying Fuck Canon and reuniting our favorite little green bean with his dad, so this ain’t just a visit, this is a child custody case. 👏😤

also, i love the idea of some force sensitive people going like... their entire lives not realizing that they’re force sensitive. like it only ever manifests as being really able to literally feel others’ emotions or something, so they just think they’re exceedingly talented empaths.💀

also also, this is some of my best writing??? this turned out SO GOOD??? i am very happy with this. 😌💕 that’s why it took a bit to get this one out, sorry for the wait, anon! (and everybody else lmao)

also also also, to those of you that have sent me a request, i am working on all of them to the best of my ability! i hope to have at least two (2) more done by the end of this week. 👍

hope you enjoy! 💗💗

content: a tasteful dusting of angst, sad man din :’(, force-sensitive!reader, gn!reader, din and reader are SO in love but also don’t know how to tell each other, also you’ve somehow never seen din’s face yet, so face reveal!, luke is that friendly stoner that offers you chips when you’re upset, G R O G U 💗, please no one bully me on my absolutely butchered descriptions of star wars planets/locations and how the force works💀, HAPPY ENDING ALWAYS 😤

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“What if he’s not there?” The stifling silence is broken tenderly, when Din’s low, naturally melodious voice crackles through his helmet, and you look over at him. He’s not facing you, acting as though he’s focused completely on piloting the Slave I to Lothal, but you know better, and you know he knows too. The pure heartache underlying his tone is so obvious in his words, he probably fears the despondency will somehow show on his face despite you being unable to see it.

Your gaze wanders the sleek, sterling silver of his beskar helmet, the pride of any Mandalorian who wears one. If the unique, eye-catching piece of armor wasn’t covering Din’s face, you wonder if you’d be able to see if the pain is written across his face, if his jaw is tight, if he looks sunken, distant. The mystery of the mask makes you ponder this every day since the Jedi took Grogu, since Din honored his mission and handed him over.

You’ve thought this ever since the moment Din finally surfaced after an agonizingly long week of screaming, cursing, and unrelenting, tremendous grief. He had spent a week drowning in his own personal Hell, one that tore him to pieces and left him ruined. You find yourself thinking back to that a lot every time you look at that silver beskar helmet and hear the whispers of the howling wail that Din released when you held him in your arms, after he’d drunken his liver half to Hell. Such a haunting sound can come from a person when their entire world has been destroyed.

The dark memory begins to manifest on the peripherals of your mind, so you brush it back into the shadows with a small shake of you head. Your eyes move from Din’s helmet to his tense, gloved hands. They’re gripping the sterling wheel so tight the leather strains on his knuckles. You picture holding hands with him (a rare something done a smattering of times, each instance leaving butterflies in your stomach) and lacing your fingers with his. You want to link yourself to him again, but after losing... Grogu, it hurts to say his name... it feels as though Din may never want anyone close to him again.

The thought makes your heart pang.

But things are about to change, you’re sure of it. Lothal, your destination, promises it. And Boba, who would never lie about the intel he obtained (especially to Din or you, especially about this), promised it as well the moment he told you both:

Grogu is on Lothal.

Din had nearly wept.

Drawing yourself from your thoughts, you reach and place a hand on Din’s shoulder. Sure, the beskar pauldron is cool under your palm, but the man beneath the armor is so inherently caring and sensitive, the warmth of him seeps through. He turns his head to you, looking at your hand, at your thumb that runs the edge of the beskar. Your eyes travel the vastness of his dark T-visor, searching for where his eyes may be below. Briefly, you wonder what color they are...

“He will be. I just know it.” You respond in a low murmur, sliding your thumb one last time before you peel your hand from Din’s shoulder. It’s like your fingers ache to leave him, the way your limb wants to protest reminds you of magnets, and the stubborn bond between two of them. You sit back in the co-pilot’s chair and you notice that something lighter begins to creep up on the poignant melancholy that has been swirling in the room. It feels like it’s brightening the room, lifting the atmosphere. A chill raises goosebumps on your skin.

Hope, you think. This is hope.

The Slave I snaps out of hyperspace, and the suddenness of Lothal’s stationary beige and cerulean replacing the brightness of streaking stars is nearly jarring. Din steers the ship, and it goes careening to the planet, beginning the descent onto it’s grassy surface. You can feel your pulse in your throat, nearly overwhelmed by the swirl of emotions that permeate the cockpit. Din’s completely silent and still, but his presence is loud, ringing in the air.

He is skirting the edge of making the entrance through Lothal’s wispy atmosphere too dangerous, and when the ship rumbles at another too-quick dip, it’s only the blinking alarm that seems to shake Din from his tense stupor. You watch wordlessly as he corrects the error, and settles the Slave I into a gradual decline, and you see how it pains him to go slower, to take more time.

“Boba said the Jedi would be at the temple.” Din says this to the both of you, unnecessarily reminding you in order to assure himself. You nod and offer him a smile, despite him being turned away from you.

“He’ll be there, Din.” You reply, and neither of you are talking about Luke Skywalker. The ship trembles one last time, and then it’s gliding smoothly through Lothal’s airspace. Clouds wisp past the domed windshield, breaking apart to reveal rolling, grassy plains that stretch to the horizon in every direction. To the east, the shore of a freshwater sea peeks from over the skyline, and to the north, the tipped summits of the Jedi Temple beckons.

Thoughts race through your mind, some come as far as settling on your tongue, but none reach past your lips. There’s no words you can say that would ease the tension Din and you feel, nothing can quell the anxiousness. Din pushes the Slave I into a faster speed, towards the temple in the distance, engines roaring.

A stone settles in your belly, one that reminds you of everything that could be lost if Boba is somehow wrong about this. It chills you, the thought of them not being there, makes your heart ache painfully. You miss Grogu, how tiny he is, how sweet, his adorable eyes... You need to see him again, hold him, sing him a lullaby to sleep like you did every night for him.

But if he isn’t here... You’d lose him all over again. Din would lose him all over again. And Din certainly knows it too, in the way he’s so tightly clenching the steering wheel.

You’re not sure if he’d be able to survive the loss for a second time.

When the Jedi Temple comes fully into view, you have to admit it’s quite impressive. A massive, cone-shaped mountain sits amidst a whole entourage of smaller ones, looking as though it’s been pushed up from the surface. The ground surrounding it’s rocky base is raised and cracked, creating an incline around the circumference.

Din lands the Slave I in near record time, almost recklessly. The moment the ship settles into rest, you and Din leap up from your seats before the engines have even fully shut down. Normally, Din would do one last check of the controls and such, but he’s pulsing with so much anticipation he’s already running out of the cockpit. You’re barely able to keep up with him, and it never ceases to amaze you how fast Din can move for being such a mass of beskar and muscle.

When the loading bay door eases open, a slightly cool breeze floats in, bringing with it the smell of faint petrichor and dust. Din immediately bolts down the door, rushing out into the prairie. You follow hastily, the tall grass tickling your legs, and you reach Din’s side. He’s hardly paying attention to you, may not even notice you there, because he’s so focused desperately looking for any sign of life.

“He’s here somewhere, he’s got to be here.” The last, stressed word Din utters sounds all at once furious and dejected. He paces out a few more yards, scanning every direction for any possible sign of someone other than the two of you. You do the same, spinning on your heel, eyes searching. Oddly, you feel that you need to go further west, like something is tugging you there.

“Din. That way.” You point to one of the smaller mountains, the one that has large boulders scattered around it. His whips in your direction, then to where you’re pointing, then back to you. He jogs over to you, the inky black of his T-visor locked intently on your face. His gaze searches you for a few long seconds, almost making you squirm.

“Why?” He asks curiously, head turning back to the unassuming mountain. You roll your eyes good-naturedly and gesture to the vast, empty grasslands all around you and Din.

“Does it really matter? He could be anywhere.” You say, starting to fast walk in the direction that pulls you to it. An unfamiliar yet not foreign feeling starts to bubble in your chest, almost like you’re trying to remember a word, but it sits on the tip of your tongue. The grass swishes around your boots, and you shout over your shoulder, “I just have a feeling!”

And you start to run, wind whipping through your hair. It feels like you have a taut piece of string tied around your torso that urges you to go faster, like you’ve been to this place before, that you know it. Of course, that’s illogical, you’ve never been to Lothal before, let alone the Jedi Temple. But as you approach the top of the steady incline you’d been running up, where the base of the mountain starts just past in, the feeling grows in your chest. You slow to a walk, panting slightly, each step forward making that invisible string feel tighter and tighter.

When your line of vision makes it over the crest of the small hill, the weird feeling inside you wails, alongside the pounding beating of your heart. There, standing in the middle of a small, dusty clearing, is a hooded figure. You freeze, and when Din reaches your side, he does to, pants catching in his throat.

“Thought you’d find us eventually.” The hooded figure says, voice easy, and a metal hand emerges from his cloak to pull back the hood. A headful of wheat brown hair and a winning smile greets you, and Luke Skywalker stands before you in the flesh, just as Boba had said. Din wastes no time, stalking towards him until he’s only several paces away.

“I want him back.” He says, a hot anger rising in his voice, and he’s bristling like a loth-cat ready to pounce. If Luke senses the hostility, he doesn’t react in the slightest, nor does he say anything about it. Instead, the young Jedi just smiles and unfurls his other arm, revealing a very familiar, very excited round-eyed baby. You gasp, and it feels like time just stops.

“Never said you couldn’t.” Luke replies and Grogu leaps from his arm, squealing and gurgling like a madman, making a beeline to his dad. Din’s knees shake slightly, before he collapses to the ground just as the green bean makes it to him and Din swoops him into a hug. Grogu shrieks with joy, tiny hands smacking and grabbing Din wherever.

“Ad’ika.” The choked, teary, crackly croak from Din makes has everything moving again, like it all feels real.

The fallout emotions nearly has your knees buckling out from beneath you, like the sky itself fell on top of you with all it’s weight. So many feelings flurry around you and in you that it’s impossible to stop the tears from springing into your eyes and blurring your vision. But radiant, splendid happiness rises above all else, pulling a laugh from your throat. At this, Grogu glances over at you and coos.

“Green bean, is this a dream?” You can’t stop smiling, the pull almost causing your cheeks to ache, and you rush over to Din and Grogu. You sink to the ground next to them, lost in the glossy black of Grogu’s eyes. He starts up squealing again, squirming until you bring a hand up and caress his little head.

“Hi, baby boy. We missed you so much.” You say, tears finally rolling down your cheeks in fat droplets that catch on your chin. Grogu coos and purrs, leaning into your touch, his big ears twitching. You look over at Din, still grinning widely in spite of the tears.

“Told you.” You laugh, nudging him slightly in the arm with your elbow, reaching up to finally wipe at your face with the back of your hand. Din shakes his head slightly, exhaling a small laugh as he scratches at Grogu’s ears with his fingertips, the way you both know the baby likes it.

“Shouldn’t doubt you.” He replies, a peculiar thickness in his voice, and he looks over at you, the light reflecting off the visor. Somehow, the gaze feels more tender than it’s ever been before, more personal, like the helmet isn’t there. The thought makes your heart flutter in your chest and you find yourself thinking about his eyes again. You smother it, forcing instead a gentle smile. Thankfully, the other man there coughs gently to avert attention. Din and you stand up, both facing the Jedi.

“Thank you.” You speak first, the words breathy, and you say it again, “Thank you.”

Luke shrugs easily, hands clasped together in front of him, resting just below his belt. He glances between you and Din, though he oddly sets his sights mostly on you. Luke’s lips quirks downwards ever so slightly, and his brows furrow together, gaze very obviously analyzing.

“Did you sense us?” He asks, and both Din and you are taken aback. Din shares a look with you before he addresses Luke, “No. We got intel.”

It’s spoken a bit like a leading question (which it is), but Luke doesn’t seem to notice, or he does and just doesn’t care. Instead, he only shakes his head and points back in the direction of the Slave I.

“You both were wise to come to the temple, but I was masking our presences,” Luke tilts his head at Grogu, “But you were able to search us out anyways.”

The blonde points at you, a wiry look in his eyes, and it completely befuddles you.

“What do you mean?” You ask, looking to Din quizzically before you look back at Luke. The Jedi suddenly has this peculiar look on his face, a mix half way between genuine shock and amusement. The latter definitely overshadows the two because now Luke has this huge, lopsided grin sprawling across his face.

“Do you really not know?” He asks in earnest, but there’s so much gaiety seeping into his tone you almost mistake him for mocking you. Your confusion grows and somehow, his grin does to.

“I don’t understand...” You mutter, eyebrows knitting together and your gaze turns wary. Din also shifts slightly, more alert, but before either of you can really react any further, Luke throws back his head and laughs jovially. He shakes his head in apparent bewilderment and when his gaze meets yours again, it’s friendly and warm, but piercing.

“My friend,” Luke starts, bright and chuckling, “You are one with the Force.”

Your jaw drops. Din takes a step back in shock. Luke continues talking.

“Really strange how you’ve never noticed— or been noticed— before.” Luke walks forward until he’s standing directly in front of you, so close he’s almost blocking the entirety of your vision. Kindly warmth radiates off him in waves, not quite like the sunshine Din is, but more like a fire, a kindling flame fueled by his sense of ambition, his drive. Luke Skywalker lives a life that is set in motion, he is empowered by it.

“Oh, that’s interesting.” The expression in the Jedi’s ocean blue eyes suddenly changes to one of realization and knowing. He grins boyishly and before you can question him, Luke snatches both of your hands in his and you feel it.

It’s like a pulsing energy suddenly springs to life around you, the shock of it sucks the air from your lungs. It feels like it should be visible, but your eyes aren’t seeing anything, but it’s tangible and there nonetheless. Where you and Luke hold hands, it’s the strongest, and you realize that that energy is emitting from him, but it’s also radiating off of you.

You release Luke’s hands with a strangled gasp and the feeling drastically dissipates, but your fingertips still tingle. You gape like a fish out of water, thoughts racing and eyes darting between Din and Luke.

“I don’t— I’m— That’s crazy.” You manage to choke out. A shuffle and clink of leather and armor from your side turns your head to Din, whose stepping closer to you.

“That’s how you knew where to go,” Din says softly, “How you’ve always known where to go.”

Every time you’ve ever correctly guided him and Grogu somewhere, even though you’d never been to the place yourself, flashes through your mind. You think back on the times that you chose the correct hideaway in every pinch, how each person you knew to avoid turned out to be an enemy. You’d always just thought you had really good intuition, and maybe a little bit of dumb luck, but you realize that you felt that weird pull each time. You glance over at Luke, wide eyed.

“Really?” The whispered word comes out slightly hoarse and suddenly your throat feels dry. The Jedi nods, his blue eyes twinkling with a rising mirth.

“Feels like a tug, doesn’t it?” He asks cheekily, and all you can manage yourself to do is nod dumbly, too shocked by the information to say anything else. Din places his free hand gently on your shoulder, making you startle. He’s looking at you dead on, suddenly very serious.

“You never knew?” His voice is hard, rigid like it goes when he feels betrayed, and it makes a pit open up in the bottom of your stomach. The last thing you want— ever — is to live in a world where Din thinks you’ve taken his trust, his name, and returned each blessing by having lied to him. To betray a Mandalorian is bad, to betray Din would be even worse. You shake your head wildly, trying to formulate a sentence, but the words die on your tongue.

“No! Never, I’m— I never knew.” You just barely prevent yourself from rambling and maybe it’s how frazzled and desperate you are, and maybe it’s fear, but small tears start to form at the corners of your eyes. Din’s hand is still on your shoulder, and it stays there for the duration of his stare stays on you. Your eyes search him in turn, begging every part of him to believe you.

“Cyare.” After what seems like an eternity, Din finally speaks and it’s so different, so tender, it’s like he’s become a entirely other man. Somehow, this assures you, lights a blush on your face, and you have the sneaking suspicion that every thing has been forgiven. Din’s hand leaves your shoulder and he looks over at Luke.

“... What now?” He asks lowly, and it’s the question you wish that he shouldn’t have to ask. Curse the Empire, the force-seekers, the galaxy at large. You shift, nervous, and the pit in your stomach returns. Luke’s eyes go distant, like he’s lost in a memory.

“Well... it’s undoubtedly risky for two inexperienced Force users to travel without the protection of a Jedi, and extremely dangerous, and probably improper of me to allow, but...” Luke trails off, but the glimmer reappears in his eyes and you’re struck with how ardently his ambition seeps into every aspect of his being. Since when has Luke Skywalker followed the rules? He seems to be thinking that too, with how he winks at you.

“I say it’s now what you make of it. I won’t bother you anymore, unless you ask, and it’ll be the same for other Jedi as well. But only Jedi.” Luke ends on a grave, yet logical note, one that carries a very heavy, but very real implication. For as much influence he may have with swaying other Jedi to not bother you, Din, or Grogu, Luke cannot promise the complacency of force-seekers. Nor can he of Sith.

“I won’t let anything happen to them. Not while my heart still beats with warm blood.” Din says with unflappable conviction, and you know he means it. Din has fought to near death for another before, his compassionate soul commands it, so there’s no doubt that he’ll do it again. It makes your heart swell with how eager he is to keep you and Grogu safe, how willing he is.

“Of course.” Luke dips his head respectfully, hands reaching up to throw his hood back over his head. He sets to leave, you realize, so before he turns away fully, you grab his hand. Briefly, the tingling returns but you ignore it.

“Thank you, Luke Skywalker.” You mean each word and hope you give them all the reverence they deserve. Luke’s stunning blue eyes, deep and mysterious like the ocean, shine with the mirth that you’re beginning to believe is unique to him. He dips his head again, squeezing your knuckles gently.

“You are very welcome.” He says and lets go, pivoting on his heel to walk the grassy plain, his cloak swaying in the breeze. He maneuvers around boulders and rocky deposits before he disappears behind the dip of a hill. You know you may never see him again, pondering that over the faint roar of a speeder powering up, that you may be on your own with your newfound knowledge. Maybe you should have gone with him, to train, to be useful. Grogu is reunited with Din, that was the original purpose of this mission. It didn’t necessarily mean you needed to be with Din.

“Do you... want to go with him?” The way Din’s quiet voice sounds like a yell when he voices your exact thoughts is startling. You almost can’t bring yourself to look at him, but you do anyways, heart aching and eyes misty. Briefly, you meet Grogu’s gaze, but that is far too much for you to handle. You focus on Din’s visor.

“Should I?” You ask, thinking of all the practical, logical reasons you should, ignoring the emotional reasons why you shouldn’t. Din sets down Grogu, who happily begins to play with the dirt, and plants himself firmly in front of you, the tips of his boots nearly touching yours. His presence commands your fully attention and you give it willingly, even though Din feels like he has the heat of the sun behind him. You haven’t broken contact with that blasted T-visor, not even when the tears start to roll all over again.

“Cyare.” He whispers that same word again, even more tender, and this time he cups your cheek. His hand feels like strength and power, like all of his success and skill. Din smooths his thumb over the crest of your cheekbone, smearing the wet line of tears as he does. He caresses you for a moment longer, and you revel in the touch. You’ve yearned for this for as long as you’ve known him.

“I want to show you something.” Din says and his hand leaves your face feeling cold and bare against the breeze. Your eyes flit away from the glass of his visor when you see his other hand raise as well, both dipping to hook fingers under his...

“Din!” You yelp, staring in horror as he breaks his Creed, and oh my Maker, Din, what are you doing?

His helmet is off. You want to look away, should look away, but Din’s eyes are so captivating, and full of love, that you’re glued to them. Beautiful, nut brown— Din has brown eyes!— you don’t realize you’re crying until Din and his wonderful eyes are blurry, like he’s behind a waterfall. The hand returns to your face, cradling your cheek it it’s warm palm.

“Cyare, it’s okay.” Din says and Stars, his voice isn’t muffled by the static of the vocoder, no longer accompanied by the inorganic crackling. It’s rich and fuller, but it’s still melodious and low and gentle, Din’s voice. You choke back another sob, reaching up to cup Din’s cheek in turn, hand shaking like you believe it’s all a cruel illusion, that your hand will touch cold beskar instead.

But it doesn’t, and your palm meets warm, soft tan flesh that’s slightly prickly from facial hair he hasn’t shaved. Din registers the touch and smiles, and your heart soars at the feeling of the tendons moving beneath your fingers and the absolutely breathtaking sight before you.

“You have beautiful eyes. And smile. And hair.” You blubber, taking the chance to really look at the mess of dark brown locks Din has on the top of his head, some strands plastered to his glistening forehead. His smile brightens, doesn’t grow exactly, and it is perfect. You giggle wetly, sniffling as a smile of your own blooms on your face.

“Glad you like it... I’ve been wanting to show you for a long time.” He confesses, his thumb rubbing against the soft of your cheek, exploring each bump, dip, and plain. You feel a small flush start to rise on your face, no doubt tinting your cheeks with a soft heat. You swallow.

“Really?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper, and you search Din’s eyes, an oddly foreign feeling considering you’re used to the industrial dark tint of T-visor glass. He nods and hums in affirmation, and you feel the rumble beneath your hand. That’s when you realize he’d been inching closer, his face at least. He’s so close now, you can nearly see yourself in his eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” Din asks, mostly absentmindedly but also a bit sheepishly, and his breath is hot on your chin.

Maker.

“Yes.” You manage to say before your brain completely fizzles out and you lose yourself in the sensation of Din’s gentle lips against yours. He is so incredibly warm and soft, if not a bit pokey from his stubble, but perfect all the same. He kisses you like you’re a butterfly’s wing, delicate to the touch, something he needs to be careful with. Din doesn’t implore you to open your mouth, doesn’t deepen it, only kisses with moving, languid lips.

It dissolves so naturally too, a gentle pulling away at the bottom lip when you and Din finally part for a breath of air. You feel just as starry-eyed as he looks, face glazed over with a peacefulness you’re able to reach out and feel for yourself. You prod at the air of content the encases Din, and it swirls around you in response.

“That was amazing.” You say, your hand finally falling from his face to seek his hand. It finds it and his fingers encapsulate yours in a shell of gentle-veiled strength. Din chuckles in his throat and the laugh, uninhibited by his helmet, reverberates in your soul.

“It was my first one.” He replies and it minorly surprises you, but then you remember exactly why it’s his first and the shock disappears. Deciding not to dwell on the laws of his Creed, you focus instead on the unity he feels with you to trust and love you enough to hold you close enough to kiss.

“Well,” You wink at him, “It was very good.”

The small, honey-like smile returns again, stealing your breath away with it’s simple beauty. It fits his face so perfectly, compliments each one of his features. You squeeze his hand, then he does the same, and it’s equal parts sacred and silly.

“Can we kiss again?” You both ask at the same time.

#anon ask #anon #request #star wars din djarin #the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you

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evakant · 2 years

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hii francesca 💖 your gifs inspired me to give gif making a try and I was wondering if u had any resources on getting started by any chance 👀

that is genuinely so wonderful to hear! i have been making gifs for so long i'll admit i'm not up to date with new tutorials, but let me see what i can do — if anything is unclear in them you can always come ask.

honestly? while it's easier to follow everything down to a t when starting, you'll quickly realize that not only can you switch it up, it's usually better when you do. and then, slowly, you'll have your own way of doing things that, by virtue of being tailored to you, will make giffing much easier and much faster. you'll end up being a collection of all the things you like best from tens or hundreds of different tutorials around the web, which means that if something in a specific post doesn't work for you, you should simply look around for a different tutorial for the same thing and try again. there's so many ways of doing one (1) thing on ph/otoshop so don't get discouraged if what you attempt the first, second, third time doesn't work right away.

if it counts for anything, t's been a decade for me and i still think all my knowledge is pretty basic

anyway, @itsphotoshop has always been and will always be a treasure trove of information. i remember starting from here when i first started with pho/toshop. there's nice, easy tutorials. good psds (colorings) that you can download and use (or, like me, download and pick apart like a mad scientist so that you can figure out exactly what layers people are using to make their beautiful gifs, that's how i learned at first! just looking through people's psds and trying to understand how they made it all come together)

this tutorial is pretty recent and, from what i understand, very well received by new-gifmakers. reading through it i can see why since most in-depth tutorials are a bit dated. personally, i do quite a few things differently from op but, like i said, in ps there's a million ways of achieving the same thing and this is a great post for beginners.

let me backtrack a second. we're not made of money here, are we? right, right. so you might want to get your hands on this post, and actually start from there. and since i can see op has edited the post since i last visited, let me tell you that the version i use i got from here. we don't have to be twins, but just in case!

oh, this post has also excellent tips from getting nice, clear gifs (though tumblr butchers the quality for most of us, so again don't get discouraged if a gif of yours looks wonderful in ps and then not that great on tumblr. you'll learn as you go where the happy middle is, between you and this hellsite). the big thing is and will always be: get high quality video. depending on what size you want your gifs to be, you might be able to settle for 720p but personally i always go for 1080p (there's higher quality too!). also, know your sizes (the post linked has them listed <3)

ah, what else what else.... i don't want to overwhelm you. at first, it's good to simply read a bit from the basic tutorials on the blog i first linked and kind of get an idea of which features you'll be using the most. if you need anything specific, i'm more than willing to help although though i still go about it the same way i did years ago and there's so many better + amazing gifmakers around that have this all down to an art lmao

regardless, i'm happy to share any tips or tricks. i'm just not the most eloquent bitch around so you might have to suffer through the worst worded tutorial in the world but i can't do anything about that

if any of my lovely gifmaking mutuals want to share anything for our friend here, please do!

edit: oh, wait! just in case it might be useful. i personally use potplayer for taking screencaps <3

#i didn't re-read this at all so hopefully it makes the least bit of sense lmao #i don't plan on ever changing urls but just in case no read more for this <3 #anonymous #long post /#fra.txt #fra.xml

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sageinacage · 3 years

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hello have some soft general thoughts on the dsmp, some of which can be used as prompts if u want!! (👀 i was gonna submit the last one as a proper prompt but i dont wanna make another ask lmao)

- edward the enderman (c!technos old roomie who i refuse to believe is dead) and ranboo get along rlly well. one time ranboo went for a galactic lesson and it was snowing and edward was brushing all the snow off him and it was kinda tickly n stuff and he was confused so ranboo had 2 very flusterdly explain what tickling was.

- new comfort duo dropped uh. fundy and sapnap. neway cheer up tickles after the failed wedding pog :)

- george wears rainboots. this isnt a tk hc i just think he deserves big yellow rainboots so he can stomp around in the rain

- idk why giving chars ticklish palms makes me go :] but theres something v soft abt it so anyways tubbo has ticklish palms and tommy only found out bc they were doing a stupid fortune telling bit and he was reading tubbos palms ty gn

- when phil first got his wings he had to get very used to them bc he was rlly feather sensitive for the first like. 5 years of having them. (we're going w immortal phil so thats not too long 4 him) death!kristen thought it was v funny

- when techno was younger and when he went into retirement, he would file down his tusks so they weren't sharp enough to be painful. wilbur feels nothing but Fear whenever technos in a ler mood bc jesus fucking christ the tusks+raspberries absolutely destroy my guy

- niki starts giggling when she hugs puffy bc puffy's at the height where her head fits into the crook of niki's neck and sheep hybrid hair go soft floof

- purpled has markings on his back that connected him to his ufo and soft tracing along them makes him go thru all stages of decomposition until he is simply a pile of bones

- the syndicate's main objective may be anarchy but their secret one is friend family. techno gets them books to read and trains them and niki cooks w them and ranboo teaches them the little ender he knows and how to chart maps and phil shows them how to preen wings and tells them stories and oh my god i cant believe theyr all happy and healthy (real) ((not clickbait))

- the butcher army was just a glorified series of sleepovers. u cant tell me they didnt just talk shit on techno and dream like the plastics from mean girls and do face masks and have tickle fights and watch shitty movies sorry.

- can u tell i really like all the group dynamics. its abt the found family/close friends what can i say.

- the dreamon hunters were just the ultimate crossover between buzzfeed unsolved and scooby doo. also bc i am a part of the 'sapnap is a little shit (affectionate)' agenda he would absolutely poke at the others while they explored dreamon infested sites just to make fun of them when they shrieked.

- tommy likes to do art and he has a shit ton of paintbrushes. coincidentally ranboo has also learnt to Run when hes in a ler mood bc the paint isn't wet enough to burn him its just v tickly and tommy likes to paint little feathers on his sides and tummy and then tubbo, being also of the 'lets torment ranboo bc we love him' ideals, traces over the little paintings when theyr cuddling and ranboo hates them both for it but also no he doesnt. he never really attempts to hide or stop them either.

-ponk anon <3

THIS. THIS RIGHT HERE. I HAVE NOTHING TO ADD THESE ARE PERFECT

PONK ANON YOU ARE JUST SO COOL HOLY SHIT also is it okay if i save some of these as like possible prompts to write later. AKJFSJKKS

#long ask #ponk anon #asks

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memoriashell · 3 years

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seashells and shores ( and something a bit more )

Characters / Pairing: Fukawa Touko / Naegi Komaru, ensemble class 78; varyingly background / implied ships are sakuraoi / ishimondo / celeschi / naeleogami

crossposted on ao3

Notes: a very late day 3 for @tokomaruweek. beach prompt! yesterday i was feeling a little burnt out so i decided to not write since i didn’t want to put out something half assed. hopefully this being a bit longer helps make up for it! ( and by a bit, i mean i basically doubled the word count compared to what i’ve done for this week so far lmao rip so much for hoping i’d catch up tonight )

rated t for touko's trauma. and also for junko having her tits out. thanks junko.

anyways tw for like trauma, the general self-depricating / self-concious stuff for toko but also like. her trauma w/ water is brought up since it's. beach? and also drowning doesn't actually happen but it is brought up. and touko mentions claustrophobia in relation to her trauma offhandedly once, and again, just generally feeling insecure.

also it's kinda implied that chihiro and celes are both trans thank you!!!

Summary: going to the beach isn't exactly an exciting thought for her, given the fact she has no desire getting in the water.

komaru seems dead set on making sure she makes some memories anyways.

Do you want to come to the beach with us? That is the first text of the morning that she receives, courtesy of Makoto Naegi. Touko considers asking who he means by us, gathers that he probably means some assortment of their classmates, and ( while it is very tempting to say yes ) concludes that she can safely say no. And she intends to do exactly that, but she gets a set of texts that stops her from being able to do so.

touko-chan!!!!

ur coming with us, right?

you should come with us!

itll be fun!

So Komaru would be there too— their...friendship is odd, all things considered. Not that the knowledge of knowing she’d be there makes the offer any more tempting, but she bites her lip and considers what to say. Not that there’s really much of a question, just keep it blunt and to the point as per usual. No point in sugar coating things.

I’m busy. Maybe next time. She’s not that busy, current manuscript aside. Not that Touko intended on ever not being busy. It’s not her fault that Komaru is too dense to take a hint.

awww :(

pls?

if u don’t wanna get in the water, ill make sure they’ll leave you alone. im sure you won’t be the only one that doesnt want to!!

Ah. She might have to ( partially ) retract her statement on Komaru being dense. Had she figured out her reluctance without her even mentioning it, or had that just been a lucky guess? Maybe it was just Makoto’s luck rubbing off on her...

i understand if you don’t want to come

and i’ll leave u alone if u rlly dont wanna come.

but it wont be as much fun without you there :(

Urgh. Yeah, this girl doesn’t understand a thing, does she? She’s probably not even realized the impact her words have on her. Touko grumbles under her breath, but figures she should respond before Komaru sends another text begging trying to convince her.

Fine.

I’m not going in the water, though.

If this goes horribly wrong, I’m blaming you.

That is a lie. Even if worst comes to worst and Syo feels the need to front for her, she won’t hold it against her. She’s the one who agreed, after all. It’s just one last attempt at offering her an out. To change her mind. Like she should. But Komaru is nothing if not stubborn, so she doesn’t really expect that offer to be taken up on. She starts making a mental checklist of what she probably needs to take with her, doesn’t get very far into that list because Komaru’s response is nearly instantaneous.

yayayayay tnk u touko-chan ily!!!!!! :D

we’ll pick u up k????

ur staying @ the place near the dorms right? see u soon!! ♡♡

Touko grimaces at the butchering of language that is Komaru’s texting ( and ignores her own fluttering heart upon seeing the casual hearts sprinkled in at the end ), and sends back, If you love me, fix your grammar.

The car ride over is mostly uneventful. In that she means she feels like she’s going to have a headache before they even get there and Makoto keeps giving her a sympathetic look. In other words, she’s learned that Komaru and both Asahina siblings should not be left to entertain themselves for the hour-long car ride, but the only silver lining here is that it was only an hour-long ride and hopefully they would be tired out for the ride back.

The highlight of the hour was that even if it’d been a tight squeeze in the backseat, that meant she’d been ( somewhat ) uncomfortably sandwiched between the door and Komaru herself. She’s a little surprised that it doesn’t set off her claustrophobia, but reckons that might just be because it’s too bright to remind her of being locked in a closet. And also because Komaru is generally distracting in close proximity, from the way she’d been halfway sitting on her lap, to the faint scent of what Touko figures to be her shampoo.

She also considers it a victory that she did not dissociate in the midst of that, but probably only because Komaru kept checking on her and apologizing for how close they are: she’d had to bite her tongue several times from saying something harsher than she’d really mean. She doesn't hate Syo, but probably counterintuitive to let them front today: whether they are aware of this, or simply just disinterested in trying to front right now, she is thankful. If nothing else, she would consider this some kind of learning moment. Maybe. Something to draw inspiration from?

Still, once she’s free from the confines of the car, she can actually relax a little— or does for all of two seconds before Komaru has grabbed onto her free hand and started dragging her towards the loud group that she recognizes as her class. Yuta and Aoi had bolted out of the car the moment they’d come to a stop to race to the waters ( she can’t imagine being that athletic and feels tired watching them ). Touko gazes back longingly at the confines of the car and the consideration that she might’ve been able to isolate herself there, but her grip’s pretty tight on her hand. Which is nice, and distracts her from thinking about escaping until it's way too late, and she’s forced to look at the group before her, and—

Slaps a hand over Komaru’s eyes with a groan. “Enoshima, wh-what the fuck, you—” She holds off on the ( derogatory ) word she wants to say, and just scowls at the sight before her. “This isn’t a...a nude beach? Are you t-t-trying to get us in trouble or something?” Granted she’s not technically completely nude, but also more revealing than she should be. Seriously, she would’ve figured that Ishimaru would’ve already told Enoshima off already because what else is he good for ( then again, he is single-handedly the only person who would probably take no real issue with it, or be naively convinced by her that it wasn’t really a problem, so maybe she really shouldn’t be that surprised ).

Enoshima cackles at her. “Don’t be a prude, Fukawa! Or are you jealous? I’m just trying to get a sick tan.” While she’s at it, where the hell is Ikusaba to keep her sister in check? Whatever, that’s not really important, and she refuses to dignify that with a response given that Enoshima probably only wants to get a rise out of her.

Instead, she makes sure to put a decent distance between them before removing her hand from over Komaru’s eyes with a huff. “Urgh, honestly...what on earth m-made her think that was a, a good idea?” She grumbles, glancing around now that she doesn’t have to stare directly at...that.

Actually, now that she looks around, the only seemingly responsible person from their class currently present was Oogami— and honestly, she seems too busy being in love with her girlfriend to count ( if it wasn’t kind of heartwarming, she’d probably be disgusted. Not in a homophobic way, in a general ew PDA sort of way ). As for any else viably responsible: Kirigiri being absent wasn’t a surprise, Fujisaki’s too soft to really keep people in check, Byakuya is...his own entirely separate category, and she would rather die than count Hagakure as responsible in any capacity. And Makoto might be a voice of reason, but she’s pretty sure he’s utterly useless here. Which is probably a horrible sign of things to come, but what else did she expect from anything involving her peers?

“You don’t want to go in the water, right?” Komaru’s voice cuts in through her thoughts, watching her closely before taking her hand to start pulling her along then. “We should set up somewhere to sit, then!”

We? She thinks, but instead attempts to free her hand from her grip and voices, “...Don’t you want to go in th-the water with the rest of them? You don’t have to, uh, to stay with me, you know. I’m not a k-k-kid.”

Her expression looks conflicted. “Well, yeah, of course I do want to! But only for a bit, probably? I mean, it’d be kind of rude to leave you alone since I asked you to come?”

She ignores the way her stomach twists at that, and purses her lips. “Technically s-speaking, Makoto asked first. You aren’t— it’s not rude of you to want...to want to have some fun without me. I know I’m n-n-not fun to stick around.” She knows she wouldn’t want to stick around herself if she had the choice. “It’s not like, like I wasn’t prepared for th-that.”

“Yeah, but— that’s the thing. You shouldn’t be! And I want to spend time with everyone, and that includes you too.” And now she’s sulking. God. Fukawa is about to growl back something she’ll probably regret saying, but is saved from doing so by a much calmer voice interrupting, having overheard their argument.

“Why don’t you go join your brother for a bit? Fukawa-san can join us if she would like to. We have an extra seat.”

Celes looks hot— and she means that in a very literal sense ( mostly ), decked out in one of her usual frilly black dresses. She looks out of place in the hot summer heat. Touko is also not sure where and how she managed to get a table out here ( and tea, apparently, and you know what she’s just not going to question it ), but Fujisaki is already pulling out the extra seat in offering, and she sighs reluctantly. Better this than feeling like she’s holding Komaru back.

“G-G-Go. Or...or I’ll let Syo toss you in the water.” Not really a threat - if anything, Syo would dive bomb into the water with her. Argh, maybe she should’ve just let them front today...

( No, no she shouldn’t have. The only person currently present that Syo would’ve mostly listened to would be Komaru— and maybe Makoto or Fujisaki if they were feeling generous— which is an entirely different set of issues she doesn’t want to linger on. Needless to say, she doesn’t particularly want Syo to cause chaos today )

Touko is saved from having to argue further with her on this because as Komaru opens her mouth to protest, Yuta comes to steal her away, blabbering on about something about a game they should play: and while he’s definitely as oblivious as his sister, she’ll consider that a good thing, just this once. The only words Komaru manages to get in is to ask Toko to keep her bag for her, which she would’ve done anyways, picking it up from where she’d dropped it. She watches them wander off ( and only looks away when Komaru starts discarding the clothes she’d been wearing over her swimsuit ) before trudging over to sit next to Fujisaki, who flashes her a small smile as she types away on her laptop.

“I am surprised you came, Fukawa-san. You do not seem like the type for these activities. You are usually quite disinterested in participating in these kinds of things, in fact. Did something change?” Ugh. This is why Touko hates being around Ludenberg. Because she’s observant, generally only bested by Kirigiri in that regard, and is generally good at picking people apart when it comes to lies and acts and fronts ( though Touko would argue this is from personal experience, and not from being a gambler ). And this fact would have irritated her, quite honestly, if she had not self-sabatoged herself by taking it as an insult, instead.

“I-I-I get it. No one really wants...wants me here. That’s what you meant, right...? You don’t have to r-remind me.” She grits her teeth. If nothing else, when she isn’t busy lying, Touko can appreciate her honesty. The tiny hand that wraps around her wrist stops her from saying anything further, even if it doesn’t take much to wrench her arm out of Fujisaki’s grasp: but she gets the feeling she is only able to do so because she isn’t actually trying to hold on too tightly.

“I’m sure th-that’s not what she meant, Fukawa-san...” Ever quick to play peacekeeper, she supposes. Touko simply grumbles at her and rolls her eyes. “...Especially since not everyone was available today, it’s nice that you were able to join us!”

“Yes, it is a shame. I would have liked for Yamada-kun to have been able to help with my tea, today.” Celes sighs as if disappointed— really? That’s what she’s on about?

Touko does a second look at who is not currently gathered, and denotes, “Is Maizono st-still out on tour...?” She thinks Komaru had mentioned something like that in passing.

“Yes! Maizono-san is on tour, Yamada-kun is at an important convention, Ikusaba-san, she’s...doing some kind of training...? I think Kirigiri-san is supposed to be on the tail end of a rough case, and...” Here Fujisaki pauses to giggle into her hand. “I sh-shouldn’t really laugh at this really, but Ishimaru-kun got sick. Oowada-kun had to force him to rest since he had been trying to work through it and made it worse for himself... or so that’s what I was told.”

Oh, so that’s the reason she hasn’t heard the loudmouths today? She might take back her sentiments on Ishimaru being useless, but he’s on thin fucking ice. Of course the overachiever would get sick during the summer holidays— apparently, she’s not alone in that thought.

“Only Ishimaru-kun would get sick during vacation and still manage to find a reason to not take a break.” Celes rolls her eyes, but Touko gets the feeling she’s amused too.

“So wh-what you’re saying is, uh, is that Oowada’s going to get sick next...right? I guess— we’ll find out if idiots get s-s-sick or not.” Touko quips— which earns a softer laugh from Fujisaki, so that’s pretty good.

Of course, it wouldn’t be like her if she didn’t put her foot in her mouth almost immediately afterwards by asking why they aren’t going in the water: she’s not really surprised because Celes rarely participates in gym ( and coming from Touko that says a lot ), but she was pretty sure Fujisaki wasn’t that self-conscious of herself. Not as much? Not that she really has any place to talk in that regard.

“Well, we already went to the beach at the start of the summer holidays! I’m not really missing out on anything, and it’s probably not my last opportunity to go during this break anyways.” And then, a little more sheepishly. “...Also I’m close to making a breakthrough on this code, I think. I wanted the fresh air, but I don’t really think I can afford to take much of a break right now.”

“She would have stayed on the train if I did not warn her we were approaching our stop, I believe. And not all of us can be like Enoshima. The brazenness of that woman is truly something else.” Touko is not sure if she says that from a place of respect or fear, and honestly she relates. And also doesn’t say any further on the subject because Celes gives her a dirty look.

Her gaze goes back out to their peers— she is pointedly avoiding needing to look at where Enoshima is— and spots Komaru and Yuta splashing around with Aoi and Oogami. Well, it looks like just splashing at least, from where she’s at. And Hagakure, who really just looks like an out-of-place sea cretin with the way his hair floats on the water’s surface, so. There’s that?

( No, she’s not at all envious of the fact that all of them get to have fun because they don’t have crippling fears: the ocean does not instill the same fear of confinement that a cramped bathtub does, but fear— there is still the fear that something will tug her down and her body will simply let herself dragged underneath out of instinct, a fear of something worse if she tries to fight for survival— )

Focus. She can feel the way her breath catches a little, the uneasy way her heart beats and concentrates on calming down. She doesn’t seem to have gotten Syo’s attention yet, nor anyone else’s, thankfully. She’ll just...watch Komaru for now, yeah. It takes a moment to relocate her, head breaching from underneath the water and surfacing like...like one of the sea’s legendary enchantresses. She means that in a wholly respectful way, of course, watching the way she shakes the water from her hair, mouth open in a wide grin while she laughs. Touko doesn’t need to hear her to know that on the sole basis of her appearance— the bright look in her eyes is enough to say she is happily enjoying herself without her.

On that note, hm. Maybe she can use some of that for the basis of her next novel— something about a siren and a lady visiting the sea? Tragic romances are always a hit, aren’t they? Okay maybe a tragic lesbian romance is more self-projection, but that's besides the point. No one has to know its self-projection if people eat it up like anything else that has her name on it.

Or maybe you need to talk to a therapist more often? Syo contributes helpfully, apparently having become more conscious at some point. Maybe her panic hadn’t gone as unnoticed as she thought. Not that they’re wrong, but talking to a therapist isn’t exactly going to help with her gay pining ( unfortunately, she wishes it were that simple ).

Yeah, that’s not something she really wants to linger on, and as if Celes can read her mind, says, “How do you ladies feel about a bet?”

“Pass.” Touko says immediately, because she is arguably far from a smart person, but she is smart enough to know to not take her chances against the ultimate gambler. Celes ignores her.

“You see, I would bet that Komaru—”

“No. We’re leaving h-her out of it.” Toko interrupts, and Fujisaki ( thankfully, like the god sent angel she is, even if she seems too good to be real ) nods her agreement.

“I don’t think Naegi-kun would be really happy if he heard us talking about his little sister like that...” Her reasoning is fair, if nothing else.

“Fine. Do you think Naegi-kun is going to interfere on Togami-kun’s behalf, or help Kuwata-kun?” A painted fingernail points out the trio by the sea. Kuwata seems pretty intent on forcing Togami into the sea, suit and all, much to his disdain. The duo is yelling, probably. On the other hand, Makoto just looks like he doesn’t know whose side he’s supposed to be on here.

In the end, it doesn’t matter because by some luck ( or lack thereof ) Togami manages to trip on a washed up stone and ends up taking the other two boys down with him. The heir doesn’t even look all that mad, really, as Kuwata dunks him back under the water in retaliation: she knows what his angry face is, and that is not it, even if it looks kind of like he’s swallowing a lemon.

Or maybe that’s just her and her sour mood feeling like she’s swallowed several lemons raw because Touko doesn’t know how to make lemonade out of all the citrus life has handed her.

“By the way Fukawa-san, about Komaru—” Celes starts, but is interrupted by Komaru’s sharp yelling, which is followed by the wet feeling of her arms wrapping around her. Touko frowns, pushing her away.

“You’re w-wet.” She states the obvious as she makes a face, not that that seems to stop her. “Are you...you're done going in the water f-f-for now?”

“Mhm! It’s too cold in the water, honestly. You’re nice and warm.” Komaru hums happily, and she grabs a towel from her bag to wrap her up in it before she ends up being the next sick kid. “I was thinking we could maybe spilt a snack...? And then we could make a sandcastle! Asahina-san was telling me about shells she saw earlier that we could use?” Touko bites back a small snort at how childish she sounds.

“Yeah, yeah— let go of me, s-so I can get up...” She agrees, ignoring the curious way Celes’ watches their interactions. She mutters something that passes for a thanks before she leaves ( not that she thinks Fujisaki notices at that point, full enraptured by her laptop screen ).

By snack, Touko realizes that this is more of a way of making sure she eats lunch— Syo had not so accidentally let it slip once that when she gets caught up on things, she has the tendency to skip meals. She bites her tongue on saying that it wasn’t necessary and instead pays for their meal because she can do that, she has the money to spare for that kind of thing: and she knows she doesn’t need to, but sometimes she feels like she needs to make it up to her before Komaru gets sick of their friendship.

And if it comes off like a date, that’s simply just coincidence.

When they return to the shore, Komaru drags her off to an area a little more secluded— she doesn’t really realize this at first, simply accepting her fate to follow along, but notices she can’t really hear anyone else. It helps her relax, feel like she doesn’t need to be so guarded.

( It doesn’t stop Touko from briefly complaining about how sandy she’s going to get because of this, which is annoying. And then immediately shuts up because Komaru offers to let her borrow her clothes, and she has nothing coherent that she can say to that. She eventually manages to spit out a no when it becomes obvious Komaru is waiting for her to say something )

“Well, okay then. You can always let me know if you change your mind.” She says, then, “Oooh, Touko-chan! It looks like there are tide pools over here!”

Komaru leaves her to pick out shells for them to use while she does the dirty work of constructing a sand castle. “So you won’t end up too sandy,” she explains. “And I trust your eyes to pick out nice shells.” She can’t really complain— although she almost makes a scathing comment about the fact that her eyes can't really be trusted when she wears glasses— and just keeps away from the waves for the most part. The water laps at her feet while she lingers around the tide pool, and then returns with the fruits of her search.

It’s...not an awfully constructed sand castle. Well, that’s probably more than a little generous to say. You know, if she was going to compare it to something kids made. As it stands ( or doesn’t, if Touko is being honest ), it’s probably not the most...concretely built and looks like part of the base might fall apart at any moment, but doesn’t say anything as she dumps an assortment of shells at her feet. And then pulls out a towel, so she can sit and watch her work. It feels like there’s another problem with this, but she can’t quite place what it is; it’s probably not important enough to point out.

Going back to the novel idea: maybe it’s not about a siren after all. Maybe it’s about a sea princess instead. A lonely girl drowning in the waters called home, in a lonely castle, and—

“Here you go!” Komaru plops a shell into her hand with no warning and beams at her. “It’s nice and pretty just like you, Touko-chan. So you should keep it!”

She definitely doesn’t almost tear up upon hearing that, swallowing thickly as she bites back a self-deprecating, Are you sure it’s not just ugly like me? Instead, she picks out a small shell from the pile and holds it out to her.

“...H-H-Here. Completely plain and, and average like you.” And cute, but that’s not important. Still, Komaru looks like she’s actually said something of worth as she throws her arms around her neck.

“Thank you! I’ll take good care of it.” She acts like she’s given her a houseplant or something of actual value, and not a shell.

Stiffly— because she still really doesn’t know how to respond in these kinds of moments, despite being friends for a few odd months now— Touko pats her back and mutters, “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It is!” Komaru pouts at her. “It is to me. Isn’t that enough?”

She opens her mouth to point out that she’d really just been reciprocating a gesture, but the wave crashing over them interrupts the conversation— oh yeah, she thinks absently. That’d been the other problem that she’d noticed when Komaru had started building, but hadn’t thought it was a big enough issue to point out.

Once she processes that yes, that happens, her first thought is how cold she is now, soaked to the bone. Touko represses a shudder and tries to ignore the fact that she will need to shower later because salt water gets itchy. The second thing that occurs to her, in the midst of this, is that now Komaru is wailing into her shoulder.

“I should’ve been more careful, I’m sorry Touko-chan! You’re okay? You aren’t upset, are you? I thought th—” Touko leans forward to cut her off. Her lips taste like salt, and vaguely reminiscent of the sweet snack Komaru had coaxed her into splitting. She wants to bite down on her lip, a nervous habit, and pulls back before she can accidentally manage to bite the other’s lips instead. The implications of that are a lot more than she’s willing to handle right now, and averts her gaze as soon as she leans back, so she does not have to acknowledge her actions.

That doesn’t stop Komaru from throwing her arms around her a little too eagerly, a grunt at the impact of their bodies colliding. “Too m-much.” Touko manages to wheeze out, and before she can start apologizing again, follows with, “I’m not upset. I should probably just...just buy something overpriced from one of th-the nearby shops since our clothes are soaked now...”

She takes this in fairly good stride, jumping to her feet and pulling her up by her hands. “Can I pick out an outfit for you? It’ll be fun!”

Their ideas of fun are very different quite frankly, but considering Komaru won’t overthink her appearance like she does, thus meaning it’ll be more time efficient. And quite frankly, she’s tired, so she just agrees. On the condition they can just go take a nap in the car afterwards.

Touko doesn’t quite agree with Komaru’s fashion choices, but she picks out clothes that cover up everything that needs to be hidden, so she can’t exactly complain. Nor does she complain when they do less napping and more snuggling in the backseat. Which means on the ride back, Komaru ends up falling asleep on her shoulder. She thinks about how pretty she looks in the light of the sunset.

Maybe she can rethink her next novel being a romantic tragedy.

#tokomaru week 2021 #toukomaru #tokomaru #komaru naegi #toko fukawa #touko fukawa #danganronpa #* zhi writes

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