#i'm just listing all the titles i can think of that crossed my mind while writing this that were relevant ok?

[emma-d-klutz]

Ok the explosion of affection I felt immediately at Batman Unburied's Riddler being a condescending little jackass made me, like, really click in my mind how I feel about the character in a way that I can word now. And keep in mind, this is just going to be MY personal feelings and preferences and not real character analysis with reasoning behind it, so like if you feel differently, I'm not saying your take is wrong.

We good? Ok.

I think Riddler's best as an ally rather than an antagonist.

Why? Because he feels most like himself to me when he's just a little guy. A silly little billy with a genius intellect that he wholeheartedly devotes to riddles and puzzles and escape rooms just because that's genuinely what he’s passionate about and how he wishes to spend his time, and he will steal, hack, blackmail, and even take hostages as a means alone to this life's calling. He is a person who needs everyone everywhere to know all the time that he is the smartest and cutest person in the room or so help him god. He deeply loves Batman/Bruce Wayne in the way one who unironically called themself a “sapiosexual yandere” an online rp forum back when they were 14 deeply loves, and he will throw a tantrum if he doesn’t get enough attention. He roasts and gets roasted. He annoys and gets annoyed. He is just a funny little guy to me!

Now here's the issue:

In Gotham, rogues can be funny. Goofy - wacky even! It is in many ways encouraged. Securing your own campy gimmick is integral to getting into the rogue business there, and they mean it, the campier the better. HOWEVER, a rogue must still be seen as a threat. A real threat. Otherwise, you are nothing but a third string gag character.

So what is one to do with Eddie, who is a main and major rogue of Gotham's gallery so high ranking and OG he can contract and subjugate lower level villains into his plans and who is also just a funny little guy with motives that do not necessitate mass killings or disabling psychological torture? Well, I have seen properties tackle this by making him into a real threat with new or expanded end goals, and I have also seen properties decide to make him pathetic and snubbed, sadly relegated to a dejected gag.* And I don't particularly dislike or disrespect these as a whole. I'm more lukewarm to them, I guess. They still have my affection, but it is proportionally incomplete.

But when you make him an ally?

Well now! That’s a horse of a different color!!!

When Riddler’s an ally he can be competent and taken seriously while also being entirely a silly little guy who is insulting you and bragging. Full bombastic personality and full respectable skillset. AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH!! When he works as an ally, I go from “Eh, it’s the Riddler,” to becoming putty in this character’s gloved little jazz hands! And it’s not even about if he’s actually a reformed “good guy” or not. It’s entirely about letting him be powerful without making him scary. Er, to the audience. (You know, like how we know the Batfam scares the shit out of everyone, but as the audience, we’re not scared; we just think it’s funnier and cooler, because we’re in on it? I realize I’m overexplaining, and I thank you if you have read this ramble this far.)

I think comparable examples are Catwoman and Harley Quinn. Big, big name villainesses, yes. But Selina has always been more of a career thief than a coldblooded killer, and since she has a romance with the Bat, we don’t think of her as anything but an ally even when she continues to act as a rogue. She is allowed to cool and respected as a character without having to be the kind of crime you expect Batman to spend his time prioritizing. Harley, on the other hand, seems much more prone to murder now and forever, but because we always knew it was something she had been pulled into by the Joker, the audience already kind of saw her as an ally, and she often is one. Now she’s just a freewheeling antihero with a girl gang of roller derby baddies and other villainess/ex-villainess friends, associates, and love interests. And she’s still herself! She is just a funny little chick with a M.D.! She is bombastic and adorable and still very much able to pull her shit off. She annoys and is annoyed. A gremlin girl if you will. She is the easiest parallel, and I do not think it is pure happenstance that one of the times Eddie turned coat, she was involved in (and all the sirens were clients to) his detective agency. Nor, would I say, is it a coincidence that Eddie and Selina have also had a longterm friendship that’s-sometimes-slightly-more. Similar things are going on here, yaknowhaddimean?

But for some reason, Eddie’s switch to ally is the one of those three that just never sticks. And I have no theories as to why at this time. I just think, personally, that being a weird little grey-area character that is usually on the same side of the heroes is the best place for him. It is where he can best express being both a worthy rival and a little guy with glasses. You wouldn’t hit a guy with glasses, would you? Oh, you would. Ok.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk, and goodnight. 

*Shout out to instances that split the difference and go, "The Riddler will mislead Batman into thinking he's a real and present danger, but the punchline is no humans were harmed and he has tricked the Batman into playing riddles with him and hanging out." Those feel like an achievable, believable compromise and also are always funny/cute.

#riddler #the riddler #edward nygma #edward nashton #batman unburied #batman #batman meta #gotham rogues #a war of jokes and riddles #the batman 2022 #batman the animated series comics #batman the animated series #the batman 2004 #batman confidential #batman arkham games #i'm just listing all the titles i can think of that crossed my mind while writing this that were relevant ok? #i'm sure i missed some. these tags are clogged and not gonna be useable in a search feature anyways. who cares? I'm siting sources here

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

✨️1K Followers Celebration Day 3: TXT bias wrecker - Kai✨️

Special delivery

AN: Honestly, my TXT bias list is a fucking mess right now but, I think Kai tentatively holds the position of bias wrecker (though Yeonjun has been yelling in my ear lately). Also, it's completely by accident that my two most recent TXT fics are porn genre/trope related lol. However, I had a lot of fun writing this and my Soobin fic so, maybe I'll explore more tropes, clichés etc with different idols in future fics.

Synopsis: Kai hates his job, but he needs to pay rent. However, when a ridiculously pretty woman can't pay him and offers up another form of payment, maybe it isn't all bad.

Heads up: Huening Kai x Fem! Reader, Pizza delivery man! Kai, strangers to strangers who fuck, the plot is virtually nonexistent, porn logic applies here, implied power dynamics (more dominant Reader and more submissive Kai), praise kink (m. receiving), hints of a size kink, oral sex (m. receiving), Reader touches herself while sucking Kai off, unprotected piv sex, nipple play (f. receiving) and creampie.

Word count: 3199

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

Today sucks. It's been hot as hell the entire day, two customers gave him shit for their orders being wrong and he got a text from his roommate that their shower broke. Again. Kai is at his wit's end.

He slams the door of the delivery car harder than strictly necessary but, he can't bring himself to even pretend to care right now. To say his day has been terrible would be a gross understatement. Luckily, he only had an hour left of his shift, and then he would be a free man. That's the single thought that pushes him forward. He can do this. Just one more hour.

He's about to knock on the door of his current delivery address again before it swings open. His words die on his tongue when he takes in the very attractive woman mere centimetres away from him with a robe that leaves very little to his imagination.

"Hi! I'm so sorry it took me so long to answer. I just hopped out of the shower. Just give me a minute and I'll go get my purse," You're gone before he can utter anything in response. Images of what he thinks you look like in the shower flood his mind without much prompting. He needs to get it together. He's a grown man. He shouldn't be getting hard just from fantasising about a stranger taking a shower. Especially not when he's fucking working.

"Oh shoot, I don't have any cash on me. Do you accept card by any chance?" You ask once you return, your head titling in a way that Kai finds far too endearing.

"Um no, Miss. Sorry," he tries not to visibly cringe at the shakiness evident in his voice.

"Damn. I don't know how else I could pay you," you ponder loud, crossing your arms. Which makes him panic because the motion just causes your tits to be even more visible through your poor excuse for a robe.

He's not sure if he's just that obvious or, you have knack for these situations but, you notice him looking. He really doesn't mean to. He just can't help it. Who could really blame him? They were right there.

Before he can't comprehend what's happening, you're in his personal bubble. Eyes that were warm and welcoming moments ago now light up with knowing amusement. Kai swallows.

"Well, I could always pay you another way if you'd like," you trail off.

Now, Kai may not be the best at reading these kinds of situations, but it's clear as day what you're offering.

He knows this is probably incredibly unethical. He knows he shouldn't even be considering what you're so blatantly suggesting, but you are pretty. He'd be lying to himself if he thought otherwise. Plus, it's been longer than he cares to admit since he's gotten any action, and here you are, offering yourself up to him willingly.

He'd be an idiot to say no.

"Okay," he whispers, and he's caught completely off guard when you practically launch yourself at him. Eager hands winding into his hair and soft lips pressing against his. Blood rushes south so quickly that it leaves him completely disoriented. Trying his best to meet your enthusiastic kisses before he realises he's still holding your pizza like an absolute buffoon.

"Hey, s-sorry. Can I put this down somewhere?" He cringes at himself, hoping his awkward interruption hadn't completely obliterated the mood.

"Oh right, sorry. I got a little carried away there," you respond with sheepish laugh, "You can just put it on the table over there."

Once his hands are free and, to his relief, you still want to continue, he hesitantly rests them on your hips. Losing himself in your expert kisses once more and groaning against you when you experimentally tug on his hair. Blood rushing to his face when he feels you smile against his lips at that.

His brain stops functioning all together when you press yourself closer to him. Soft tits against his broad chest, your arms wrapped firmly around his neck, and your stomach flush against his quickly growing erection. He can feel so much of you all at once, and it's not helping his already delicate resolve.

"You can touch me, you know," you say once you two remember that you need to breathe. Your eyes already heavy with such blatant want that it's honestly doing fantastic things for Kai's ego.

"I did-didn't want to go too far or make you uncomfortable,"

Your giggle is like music to his ears, "Considering that I'm going to let you fuck me, I think you're fine. That's very cute, though. Thanks for thinking about my comfort."

He's not sure if his cock twitches because you so casually mentioned letting him fuck you or because you called him cute but, either way, he takes your go ahead. Large hands grabbing generous handfuls of your ass and tits, respectively. Mind already growing foggy from how soft you feel and the kisses and nips you press to his jaw.

"You're so broad," he hears you mutter softly against his neck, shudders running down his spine from the sensation. He's sure his face is flushed from your words. No one's ever called him broad in this kind of situation, and from the way his head spins, he may be learning some things about himself today.

"Th-thank you," he stutters out, not entirely sure what to say in response and still trying to make sense of this realisation as your hands greedily run along his shoulders.

"You're too fucking cute," you groan, weaving one of your hands back into his hair and tugging him down into a messy kiss. At this point, Kai is more than happy to let you do whatever you want with him. Though, he supposes, it should be the other way around given the...circumstance he finds himself in.

He gasps into your mouth, fingers biting into your skin, when you palm him over his jeans. He's already so hard, and every bit of friction you allow him makes his knees buckle.

His grip on you tightens without much thought from him when you lavish his throat with licks and open-mouthed kisses once more. Your smaller hands toying with the belt of his jeans. Not quite seriously trying to unbuckle it, but just the brushes of your fingers so close to where his aching for you makes him feel dazed.

"Please," he whines, desire and embarrassment coiling tightly in his gut.

"Please what?" You ask, a mischievous gleam in your previously warm eyes. Fingers pushing up his shirt to trace nonsensical patterns on his abdomen. Kai thinks he's either going to scream or cry.

"Plea-please touch me," he whispers, trying his utmost not to grind himself into your hand.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," before he can blink, you're on your knees in front of him. Skillfully unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans.

"He-Hey, you don't ha-have to do that," he says quickly, piecing together through the fog of his mind what you're planning.

"I thought you wanted me to touch you?" You ask coyly and, fuck if the sight of you staring up at him with faux confused innocence doesn't make his cock twitch.

"I- yes, I do but, I didn't- you don't have to y'know if you don't want to,"

"What makes you think I don't want to?"

Oh. You've got a point there, he concedes.

"You should relax, cutie. I'm not doing anything I don't want to," Kai hates the way his cock jumps at the wink you have the audacity to send him while tugging down his boxers and jeans.

Relief fills him when he's finally free from the increasingly restrictive confines of his bottoms, but it's fast replaced with anxiety when you just...stare at him.

God, do you think it's ugly? Is it too small? Is it curved weird? Fuck, what if you-

"So pretty," he hears you barely whisper, lidded eyes becoming glossy as you wrap, or rather attempt to wrap, your hand around him. Between the compliment that leaves him completely blindsided and the slight pressure your hand provides, he can't help the whine that bubbles out of him and the jolt of his hips into your soft hold.

Kai feels his vision blur for a second when you take your first tentative lick of him. Pretty pink tongue curiously dragging along the underside of the head of his cock. That mischievous gleam is still present in your eye, and before his brain can catch up to what's happening, he finds himself enveloped in your warm, wet mouth.

His hands weave themselves into your hair instinctively. A broken, bordering on embarrassing, moan falling from his lips when he feels your throat constrict around him. Your hand stroking everything you can't fit in that sinful mouth of yours. He thought the feeling alone would drive him to madness, but the sounds of you gagging on him sends shudders down his spine. Hips shallowly fucking you as not to overwhelm you.

However, given how eagerly your choking on his dick, he doubts he could overwhelm you even if he tried.

He cracks his eyes open with much effort and immediately regrets the decision. Your pretty face is streaked with stray tears, and the combination of your spit and his pre-cum dribbles down your chin. If that wasn't bad enough already, he notices your unoccupied hand disappear between your thighs. His muddled mind taking longer than he cared to admit to understand what you're doing.

Holy fuck, are you touching yourself right now? Is this even real? Based on the circular motions he notices your hand making and moans that are being muffled by his dick down your throat, that pretty much confirms his suspicions.

"Wait shit fuck, st-stop," he stutters out, large hands gently tugging you off of his length before he makes a fool of himself and cums in your mouth.

"Is everything okay?" You ask, looking up at him. Fuck. He can barely look at you right now. Face smeared with tears, spit and his pre-cum. Your eyes a combination of concern and still barely restrained desire. He just hopes you don't notice his cock twitch then.

"Yeah, I just- I was close,"

Warmth floods his face when a smug grin spreads across your face.

"Oh? Why stop then? I'd gladly swallow anything you're willing to give me,"

Kai closes his eyes in an attempt to collect himself momentarily. Which turns out to be a terrible idea because his mind unhelpfully supplies images of his cum streaked across your face and your tongue. God.

"I'd rather cum somewhere else,"

He tries not to feel too proud of himself at the stunned look that crosses your pretty face. It feels good to leave you a little off kilter for once.

You laugh a little breathlessly as you make your way onto unsteady feet, "So you do know how to talk." He resents the way he flushes at your teasing.

His response dies on his tongue when you gently shove him back. He lands on your couch with a soft thud, looking up at you in question only to feel his tongue turn to lead in his mouth and his cock jump against his abdomen.

You shrug off your robe. Exposing your completely nude form to Kai and, he drinks you in. Taking in your breasts and the way they jiggle with every minute bit of movement from you, the slopes of your waist and hips until eventually he zeros in on your slick upper thighs. His blood turns molten. He can't quite see your pussy as clearly as he'd like to but, the streaks of wetness he can see on your thighs makes his head spin.

"You're staring," you tease, strutting over to him. He's not sure if the sway in your hips is just for him or not, but he couldn't care less. He's mesmerised.

"I can't help it. You're beautiful,"

You stop between his legs, and for a moment, he's terrified he went too far. Was calling you beautiful too much? God, why can he never get his foot out of his fucking mout-

He's pulled out of his anxious spiral by your smaller hands cupping his face. You smile at him and proceed to kiss him softly. Your thumb caressing his jaw as he finds himself lost in you once again.

"Thank you, cutie. You're really sweet," you mutter against his mouth, making yourself comfortable in his lap. Any line of thinking Kai had going is swiftly drop kicked out of his mind when he feels your pussy glide over his cock. Based on the way your hands fly to his broad shoulders and the little gasp that leaves you, he's not the only one affected.

He thinks he might lose his mind if you don't sink down on him immediately.

"Please," he whimpers, his hands making themselves at home on your hips.

"Since you asked so n-nicely," you respond with a devious smile. His heart rate continues to tick up when your hand grasps him and lines him up with your entrance.

Kai knows he's in trouble as soon as you begin to sink down onto him. His vision blurring slightly, and his hold on you quickly becoming bruising just from his tip being enveloped by your scorching, slick walls. The little strained whimpers and moans that slip from your lips only making it all worse.

It takes everything in him not to just shove you down onto him or snap his hips up until he's fully inside of you. However, he's not so far gone in his lust that he can't see that hints of discomfort on your pretty face. He pulls you down into a kiss in the hopes of providing some form of distraction. Long fingers reaching between your soft thighs, and he can't help that small smile that finds its way onto his face when you gasp into his mouth and clench around him.

He experiments with various speeds and patterns until he finds the one that cause you to moan into him and, more of your wetness to gush down his cock. "You're taking me so well," he mutters, half-delirious from how otherworldly you feel, and he isn't even fully inside of you yet.

He isn't prepared for you to so suddenly take him all at once. Needy hands tugging on his hair and watery cries of pleasure pressed into his mouth. Kai, for his part, his just trying not to cum from all of the unexpected sensations assaulting him at once. His fingers biting into the skin of your thighs as he fights to regain his composure. Closing his eyes and kissing you back to the best of his abilities while his cock throbs inside of your velvety walls. He's so fucked.

If anyone asks, he definitely doesn't whimper when you start to move. He definitely doesn't leave indents of his fingers on your skin from how tightly he's holding onto you. He definitely doesn't keep his eyes shut just so he doesn't cum in an instant from watching how your face contorts in pleasure for him, how your tits bounce and how your unreal pussy splits open to take him. Definitely not.

His attempt at concentration is disrupted when his ears catch a strangled cry from you, and you clamp down harshly around him. He cracks his eyes open and immediately wishes he hadn't.

The light from the setting sun hits you beautifully. Forming a halo around you as you continue to ride him. Your nimble fingers toying with your nipples and, based on the whines that fall from your devious mouth, they're pretty sensitive. He can't help the way his hips jolt up into at the vision you provide. Yeonjun had always teased him for being a bit of a romantic.

Instinct guides him. His arms coming to wrap around your waist as he fucks up into you. He wouldn't be shocked to find out his eyes had crossed from the depth this angle allows him. Eager mouth latching onto one of your tempting nipples. Groaning into your skin with every lick and suck and tug of the sensitive bud. Unadulterated lust guiding him all the way.

The symphony of skin slapping against skin and your wanton cries fill the space of your living room. Your hands are restless. Not quite sure if you want to tug on his hair or steady yourself on his broad shoulders. "So good. So de-deep," he manages to catch you whine, bordering on pathetic and that just motivates him to fuck you harder. Keeping you in place with his firm grip so you have no choice but to take all of him.

Between the way you tighten and spasm around him and the increasing pitch of your moans, Kai isn't sure how much longer he can last. Teeth nearly sinking into the flesh of your tits with how wound up he is and large hands drifting downwards to grab generous handfuls of your ass.

"I-I think I'm go-gonna cum," he moans out, "Sh-should I pu-pull out?"

Your hands move to cup his face so quickly that his foggy brain takes a few moments too long to even register it. Nails biting into his cheeks and your eyes blazing as they bore into his, "Don't you dare."

Kai couldn't have stopped himself from unravelling even if he wanted to.

He's practically crushes you to his larger frame while he remains completely sheathed inside of you. Ropes and ropes of his cum painting your walls white as he moans loudly, his chest heaving and flushed with exertion.

His disoriented eyes find your frenzied ones once he's able to crack them open. Your mouth shaped in a silent O and, it only hits him when he feels you clench harshly around his softening cock and more of your wetness gushes out of you of that you're cumming. The sting in his scalp is worth it as he takes in the way you fall to pieces on top of him. Eyes fluttering shut and your body convulsing. He tries his best to soothe you through it. Pressing gentle kisses to your neck and shoulder. Large hands rubbing your thighs gently.

He rests against your couch when you eventually sag against him. Laboured breaths hitting the skin of his neck where you've made yourself comfortable. A combination of your releases beginning to trickle out of you and, down his spent cock and balls.

The silence is more comfortable than he anticipates. Neither of you feeling the need to fill it while you gain your bearings.

A thought hits Kai, and he panics. Feeling like the biggest piece of shit on the face of the Earth.

"What's wrong?" You mutter, fingers absentmindedly toying with the ends of his hair.

"I never asked you for your name,"

Your giggle could easily be mistaken for windchimes, "Oh, is that all? It's Y/n. What's yours?"

"It-it's Kai."

"It's nice to be properly introduced to you, Kai," you respond with a dizzying smile.

Yeah, maybe today isn't all bad after all.

#hueningkai smut #huening kai smut #kai smut #txt smut #1k followers celebration day 3 #1k followers celebration #1k followers milestone

[astrojulia]

Hi!! I saw your blog and it's beautiful! I'd like to ask if you could share some tips about editing posts, specifically changing the font color and doing that cool effect where it has more than one color on the same font ☺ if you're not comfortable teaching that's okay too! Have a good night

Hello Siren,

Thank you for the compliment. Yes, I can teach you. Just follow a tip from Auntie here: do it because you genuinely like the aesthetic. The time you spend writing the post is sometimes the same as editing it, and in my experience, this won't necessarily translate into more likes or reblogs. So, do it because you think it's beautiful.

As comical as it sounds, I won't be using HTML in this post because using the codes could cause problems. I've seen some tutorials, but I just really learned when I searched on my own.. I also do all my editings on my notebook. So, here's everything I use:

Websites I use for editing:

HTML Code Editor: While you're creating your HTML, you can simultaneously see if it's working

BBcode & HTML Text Colorizer: This is where you'll create the gradient

Browserling: I use this site to make the gradient code compatible for Tumblr

Aesthetic Symbols: this is for that cute symbols

Piliapp: more copy/paste symbols

Fontes e Letras: copy/paste fonts

Canva: This is where I create some of my designs. I also use Photoshop

Deviantart: a lot of material for Photoshop like templates, PSDs and Renders (PNG image with a good resolution), you can see the ones I use the most in my sources

@animatedglittergraphics-n-more: dividers

@saradika: dividers

@engrampixel: cute material

Color Hunt: if you don't have a color pallete in mind, here you can find a lot of options

Adobe Color: if you want to create your own HTML color palette this site can help

DaFont: where I download my fonts, the ones I use the most are: Betterfly, Arcadepix, Starborn, Lemon Milk, Cursive Sans and BubbleGum

EmojiTerra: as I use tumblr on my notebook, this is where I get my emojis

HTML Text Editing

Important:

Go use the HTML Code Editor in this part and your life will be way easier.

Some things I do right here in the tumblr editor, like putting the images and different fonts like Lucille.

All HTML code starts with < > and ends with , that is, when you start a paragraph you will write <p> and when you finish you will write </p> (HTML Code Editor ends your coding automatically)

I'm teaching all this because if you want to make gradients in your entire text and not just in the title, you'll need to know about html

To start your HTML you will need to go to the gear that appears on the right side when you are writing your post, go to the bottom until you find the Text Editor and switch to HTML.

The Codes

<p> start a paragraph </p>

<br> to make a space between text less than a paragraph (good to use in indented text) you don't need to put </br>

<b> make the text bold </b>

<i> leave the text in italics</i>

<strike> leave the text crossed out </strike>

<small> make the text small like this </small>

<h1> make the text large like this </h1>

<h2> make the text large like this </h2>

<ul> Create unordered list (dotted) </ul>

<ol>Create lists with order (numeric) </ol>

*instead of making paragraphs you will create new items in the list using the code <li> </li>

<blockquote class="npf_indented"> make the text indented </blockquote>

<span style="color: #HTML"> Code to color your texts, pay attention that it uses (") instead of (') and doesn't use (;) </span>

Tutorial on creating invisible spaces, just like I use to do the navigation, if I put it here everything bugs. PT-BR

<a href="URL">Link Text</a>: Creates a hyperlink

Making your Gradient

Go to BBCode and HTML already with your HTML text and colors in hand. Write or copy your text in the box, choose the gradient type (I use middle) and select your colors (from one to three different colors)

Now copy the text in the "HTML code for this text: (To use on your website)" box and go to the Browseling, you will replace the (') to (") and the (;) for nothing

Copy and paste your new code direct in your tumblr post editor or in the HTML Code Editor. Success!!

I think that's all. Kisses from the Sea! 🐚

#astrojulia #others #astrojuliasks #html tutorial #gradient text #gradient text tutorial #html

[mimisempai]

What your words mean to me

Summary

Wandering through the bookshop's shelves, Aziraphale would never have expected to come across a book belonging to Crowley, let alone a poem written in his demon's own hand...

Notes

When you let your heart speak, it's always poetry.

Day 29 : Poetry

On Ao3

Rating G -  1023 words

As the last note faded, Aziraphale rose from his chair to turn off the gramophone. 

While waiting for Crowley to return from his session at the planetarium, he wandered among the shelves of the bookshop, looking for something to read, when his eyes were suddenly drawn to a book that didn't look familiar. 

He approached it and took a closer look at what was written on the spine.

The Internal Constitution of the Stars by Arthur S. Eddington. 

Now he understood why this book was unknown to him - it belonged to Crowley. The angel was delighted to see that the demon was finally beginning to take possession of this part of the bookstore as well. 

Curious, he cautiously pulled the volume toward him, but as he lifted it, he was surprised to see a sheet of paper fly off and fall to the floor.

He picked it up and noticed that it was in Crowley's handwriting.

The sheet appeared to have been crumpled and then uncrumpled, and several sentences had been crossed out.

Not feeling entitled to read something that seemed personal, Aziraphale was about to put it back in the book when his eyes were drawn to a word.

Angel.

He hesitated for a few seconds, but even though he was an angel, his curiosity finally got the better of him.

With Crowley's book and the sheet of paper in his hands, Aziraphale sat down at his desk to read what the demon had written.

He placed the paper in front of him, put on his glasses, and began to read.

The angel couldn't help but giggle as he read the title of what appeared to be a poem.

Ode to my Angel

My sweet angel, my inspiration.

How I love the way you came into my life like a revelation

Invading my heart and mind, day and night,

Every encounters, of my life the highlight

 When you walk away from me, I only think of our next encounter

That I would finally be able to show you I can be better

That I can finally read in your eyes pride and admiration

And forget that one day I could have been a deception

 I can't list all the reasons I have for loving you

Your kind eyes and your sweet smile that are always so true

Your sharp mind and your good heart that you let me see

I could go on, but my words are poor to describe what you are to me

Crowley had scribbled a few words at the end of the poem that made Aziraphale laugh out loud. 

Okay, poetry is not for me. Let's keep this piece of shit paper here to remind me never to try to write poetry again. 

My words are just that, too poor. 

Besides, I'm writing this to someone who's had a bookshop for centuries and has read verses by every talented poet who's ever lived.

Reflecting on the poem, Aziraphale thought that maybe Crowley was not a poet, but the meaning of the words was pure poetry. Perhaps his words were poor and his rhymes shaky, but the emotions behind them were the most beautiful lines the angel had ever read. He couldn't help but be moved by the thought of being the one who had inspired Crowley to write that poem, and even more by discovering the depth of the demon's feelings. He knew them, but to read it in black and white was something else.

He read it again, slowly, trying to memorize every word. Concentrating on his reading, he didn't hear the bookshop door open and close, and it was only when Crowley gasped behind him that he noticed his presence and looked up from his desk.

Crowley murmured, "You found it..."

Aziraphale turned to him and sheepishly replied, "I'm sorry, Crowley, I didn't mean to... I was going to put it back in the book, but when I saw the word Angel, I couldn't help myself. "

Crowley smiled softly and walked over to the Angel leaning against the desk before taking the sheet of paper in his hands. He said softly, "Don't apologize, Angel. If I didn't want you to find it, I wouldn't have left it there, you know."

He pressed a light kiss to Aziraphale's lips and added, pointing to the poem, "And after all, it's nothing you don't know. So you can throw it away."

Aziraphale shook his head and briskly took the sheet from Crowley's hands, placed it on the desk, and said, "No way am I throwing this away.

The angel stood and took the demon's hands in his own before saying quietly, "Yes, I knew most of what you wrote, but I'd like to come back to something in particular. Something I don't quite agree with." 

Crowley looked at him quizzically and Aziraphale continued, "When you wrote that you wish you can finally read pride and admiration in my eyes, to forget that you were once a disappointment. I don't know when you wrote that, but I hope you know by now that you have never been a disappointment and that my pride and admiration have long been yours."

Crowley smiled and nodded slowly before replying, "I wrote it shortly after the Metatron episode, when I really didn't know what to do with myself. But I assure you, Angel, you should throw that away."

Aziraphale placed a finger on the demon's lips and shook his head before saying quietly, "As I've already told you. There's no way I'm throwing it away."

Aziraphale brought Crowley's hands to his lips and kissed slowly each palm before continuing, "What you've written, your words, what they mean, is more precious than the most valuable book in this bookshop." 

He wrapped his arms around the demon's neck and drew his face to his own before saying softly, "Your love, what you feel for me, I see it every day in your eyes, in your gestures, I feel it in every kiss, in every caress, and that, my lovely demon..."

Aziraphale paused, kissed Crowley tenderly on the lips, and continued, "This is the most exquisite poetry."

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love series : here (After season 2)

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)

#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #GOS2Spoilers

[hitomisuzuya]

Omg pls this idea has been on my mind forever. Fem! Reader making fun of wanderer for having smaller hands compared to readers but then in closed doors Wanderer fingers them like crazy and degrades them 😳😳 taunting them as well for saying hes got smaller hands and such

a/n: Oh my my, what a delicious ask😳 I hope you enjoy, anon❤️ I hope this wasn't too much. also, do the gifs look blurry to anyone. I always worry about it. Please let me know if they do so I can start grabbing them off of Google instead.

Wanderer x fem!reader. Smut. Fingering. Degradation and taunts.

It started with a simple jest, all in the name of teasing. You couldn't help yourself. It was so easy to ruffle Wanderer's feathers. "Your hands, they are so small," you giggled, "I think they might be smaller than mine"

Before you could press your hand flat against his for a size comparison, Wanderer scoffed, yanking his hand away. "Whatever, I know you have stuff to do today for Nahida. Hurry up and give me your reading list before I change my mind, nerd."

You'd started assisting Nahida in her duties as an Archon. It was the only way you could think of to pay her back for hiding the man you loved hidden safely away from everyone after suffering his defeat at the hands of The Traveler. Nahida told you it wasn't necessary, but you insisted. Your knowledge of humans and how they act would help her out, even having you act as her vessel a few times to speak to people.

Wanderer had offered to check some books out of the library for you. He had nothing going on all day, spending his time walking through the wilderness while you were with Nahida.

You found the books in a bag on your bed later that afternoon. The titles varied, some books about the history of Sumeru. Some Akademiya essays. And one just for yourself. Wanderer would've labelled it as a dumb romance novel.

Your eyes speed through the words printed on the page, your cheeks flushing. You looked around your room. Wanderer wasn't back yet, so....

There were curious noises coming from your room. Ones Wanderer was very familiar with. He opened the door. There you were, pleasuring yourself, moaning his name as you thought of him doing the things you'd read in the book to you.

You yelped when you saw him, hastily pulling your fingers out of your dripping hole. "Go on, don't stop on my account," he taunted, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

You were frozen like a deer in headlights. Embarrassed you looked away from him. You know what a shit eating smirk looks like? That's the expression on his face. "or is it because you can't get yourself off? What's wrong, y/n, can't reach your fun spots with your fingers? And you said I had small hands."

Sitting down on the bed, Wanderer picked up the hand you'd been fingering yourself with. He licked your slick off them, biting down on the tips for a moment.

"I..I..ahhhh," a stammer was all you could manage as he buried his fingers inside you. You'd already made such a mess of yourself that his fingers slid easily against your walls, immediately hitting your sweet spot.

Your clit swelled with blood at the sudden stimulation, making you grind up into his fingers. His pace quickened, his eyes never once leaving your's. "You stupid slut, your pussy is practically sucking my fingers inside."

Every hook of his fingers against your g-spot drew a louder, lewder moan from you. His pace was ruthless, his fingers making wet noises fill the room. "Ha, you are almost there aren't you? It must be such a relief for you to have your pussy stuffed by my small hands." He practically spat the word small.

"Wanderer I'm sorry! I-AH- gonna cum," you babbled, bucking your hips up in time with his thrusts.

"Then cum, you needy whore. Maybe next time, you'll think twice before insulting me."

#genshin impact #genshin smut #wanderer #wanderer smut #wanderer x reader #wanderer x you #wanderer x y/n

[meowzilla93]

5 Years - Title pending....

I mean, i did promise to at least provide snippets of my little rewrite of OLBA with my MC August when i felt like i got something i wanted to share!

i am 100% rewriting this out of order and its coming to me in stages

regardless, this is a snippet of the walk August and Baxter share in Step 4, and gives hints towards Augusts' personality and issues she dealt with when Baxter left;

Cold confectionary in hand, August and Baxter start to walk back to the happy couples home. It suddenly struck August that for the first time in a long while, the two of them might actually be able to talk. So many questions race through her mind as she considers what she wants to ask; Did he still dance? Why wedding planning of all things? Why Rock only? But out of all those questions, only one truly demanded itself to be asked. Only one that has been eating away at her for longer than she cared to admit.

" I… Baxter I need you to answer honestly. When you walked away that summer, when you… Was that because of me? Was I 'too much'?"

Brown eyes snap to hers, wide from surprise at her question,

"What? 'Too much'? What do you mean?"

"When you compare me to Charlie, and well, Cove and the rest, one would call me a touch, outlandish. I'm excitable, loud, energetic, a big personality, the list goes on. When I was younger I simply thought that I had a great track record of adopting people into my circle that just needed that dose of 'August' in their lives; Too quiet for their own good and needed some excitement. Then you came along and changed that…"

August fiddles with her popsicle, quickly taking a moment to lick some of the wayward drips before they dropped onto her hand and continues.

"You seemed to not only thrive but… you responded to my energy, in kind. The banter and teasing and… well anyway. No one I've met has really been able to do that, but you did."

A gentle smile appears on her face before it disappears, "And then you left; Life moved forward, I met other people. I had relationships with them but… they all ended; When asked why, they all said the exact same thing to me. I was too much and they couldn’t deal with that"

Baxter continued to simply stare at August with wide eyes, not speaking a word, waiting for her to continue.

Using her free hand to rub the back of her neck from her own strange awkwardness, she continued,

"I… I just want to know, was it the same for you? Was I too much? Is that why you wanted nothing to do with me. At least then I can know if I am the probl-"

Taking a few quick strides to get ahead of her, Baxter steps in front of August stopping her in her tracks with a firm look on his face.

"August, I do want to be entirely clear: you are wonderful. Never doubt that. What happened with us, I do exactly… that to everyone who unfortunately crosses my path. The acquaintances I made at college, dancing partners, the friends I had since childhood; My parents, though, that’s is an entirely different story."

He waves his hand in the air as if to remove that last comment,

"The point of the matter is, excluding those I interact with regularly due to work, I have no relations whatsoever. That’s simply the way it goes."

He looks deep in to Augusts' eyes, honeyed brown eyes demanding that she trust the words that come next,

"You truly are wonderful. There was never a moment of 'too much' with you. The time we spent together… I enjoyed every moment. The reason for me leaving never had anything to do with you."

Unable to stop herself, August scoffed, "Enjoyed every moment? Baxter, your last words to me where 'If I could take back the time we had I would!' How… how did you not think…?" Augusts' voice trails off, unable to complete the sentence without her voice shaking.

Baxter's face falls, embarrassment and disappointment flashing across his features as he swears under his breath. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breathe in, before exhaling and looking directly at August once again.

Lifting his free hand, he gently brushes a lock of hair that has fallen on Augusts face behind her ear; So gently, like he almost scared to touch her skin directly because he would get burnt.

"It would seem that I wasn’t only dramatic but also moronic when I was nineteen. I know that you have no reason to believe me now but, I would never take back that time, not for anything in this world. It was truly the most remarkable, most magical summer I have ever had, I could never…"

His hand lingered near her face, hovering just near her jaw, before he pulled his hand back, clenching it into a fist and putting it back into his pocket. Whatever vulnerability he was able to share in that moment ended. Turning away, he made his stance on this conversation clear, that it was finished. His eyes linger on Augusts' for a moment longer before flicking away to stare ahead himself, resuming his task of eating his ice-cream.

He slowly starts to walk onward, and Augusts' heart is racing. She was a bundle of nerves and emotions and she couldn’t decide how to unpack what Baxter had told her. While he did answer her question, he created many more that remained unanswered. But one thing she knew for certain:

She wasn't too much for everyone.

Picking up her pace to catch up to him, she decided to continue the conversation with a softball question,

"So, rock huh?"

As surprised laugh left Baxter, his eyes narrowed on August with his signature smirk in place,

"Out of a hundred questions I anticipated to follow that conversation, asking about my penchant for choosing rock in 'Rock, Paper, Scissors' was certainly not what I had expected"

Without hesitation or resistance, a responding smirk found its way on Augusts' face in reply,

"What can I say, I like to keep people on their toes. Now spill. Why do you only choose rock?"

As a chuckle left Baxter, August felt a warmth build up in her heart, realizing how much she missed the sound. While she listened to his explanation for such a committed stance to have, August embraced the more relaxed atmosphere that had settled around them. Perhaps it was only her, but August felt that despite the intensity of the problems between them, being near each other was beginning to feel more comfortable again. And as their conversation continued, she hoped that Baxter felt the same way.

#our life beginnings and always #baxter ward #olba #our life #olba baxter #baxter x mc #our life headcannons #meow fic! #olba mc

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

If you don't mind me asking, can I ask your top favorite fics that you've written (feel free how much that you want to list)? Why they're special to you? Is there a specific inspiration when you wrote them?

Oh this is such a fun question, no one's ever asked me this before! Okay ummm... in no particular order because these are special to me in different ways ー

A Fangirl's Dream (still in-progress, I'm just slow TAT)

Ivy has it rough. She's no anime fan or FMA fan. But when she somehow crosses the gate, she finds herself in the worst possible position: a protagonist of an Another World fic trope. And between the alchemy, automail, lack of plot knowledge, and struggling with her attraction to a pretty blonde mechanic, Ivy reluctantly teams up with the main characters in her journey to get home.

This is a fic years in the making and I'm not talking about how the little hiatus it is in. This was a fic I started working on in about middle school as a pair of sister stories that I deleted on an old FFN account. It was going to be some sister stories about two friends that end up in FMA at different times before their stories coincided with one another and they crossed paths in their separate adventures in Amestris.

One friend was an established fan of FMA and the other wasn't an anime fan at all. AFD covers the journey of the friend who isn't a fan of anime in general, having only watched a handful (NANA, Naruto, DBZ). FMA, is not one of them.

In middle school these fics were going to be EdOC for AFD and for Swept Away (SwAy) it was going to be LingOC because at the time, those were the characters I was most obsessed with.

A handful of years back I decided 'you know what, I'm going to rewrite AFD and SwAy and finish them no matter how long it freaking takes!!!!' And in the process, new ships evolved and different journeys for the OCs, Ivy (AFD) and Akasha (SwAy) were developed. Ivy and Winry had such good chemistry, imo, that I decided to shift the story to be about them whereas I had more of a darker descent planned for Akasha who couldn't distinguish that while these were characters she knew and loved, they are real living people in front of that won't act according to the scripts she's crafted in fanfiction's passed.

I'm hoping to get back to writing some chapters for this soon so I can finish AFD and finally starting working on SwAy and make past me proud to have finished them.

The Different Rules of Summer

‘Okay so you think ghosts are fake but totally think that bigfoot and mothman are real?’ Lance scribbled furiously on the piece of paper in total disbelief. ‘Ghosts are total BS, man’ Keith look disinterested. ‘This is why you’re single' Lance didn’t expect that his summer vacation would be spent at a library arguing with his deaf co-worker about why cryptids totally aren’t real. Keith volunteers at a library to keep himself out of trouble while his brother works. The worst part of his day? Explaining to some moron why Mothman is definitely a real entity and why the first moon landing was fake. Funny enough, this is the highlight of both of their summers.

This was such a fever dream of a time to write but in the best way possible. VLD was still ongoing and thing going on in my mind was that I wanted to write a multi-chaptered fic and finish it. So I decided to make a personal challenge for myself that I was going to write a fic with 40 chapters for 40 days.

1 chapter everyday, it didn't matter how long each chapter was as long as I wrote one.

Beginning, middle, end. And I did it. Some days I was cutting it close and it felt like a chore to push the chapter out but I did it. I wrote 40 chapters in 40 days, 1 chapter a day and I'm really proud of myself for doing that. I honestly lwk recommend other people try out this sort of challenge themselves if they're ever up to it and have the time!

So I drafted up 40 chapters to write in the draft, some dumb but memorable titles for said chapters and got to writing and wow did this story unexpected blow up? I was not expecting this story to become as popular as it did but it was so fun to write and talk to the people reading it. Especially the Deafies who found the fic and thought I was accurately portraying Keith's experience as being Deaf.

It's not perfect, there's a lot of mistakes and clumsy writing but I fucking did that and no one can take this away from me.

Man is the Breast, Heaven is the Playground + A Blazing Star Sought Refuge in my Chest

(csm manga spoilers ahead)

You might be the only one in your division not utterly smitten with your partner, Makima. Call it disinterest, call it being observant that her smiles never reach her eyes. Either way, you have no interest in bridging the gap between you both. But one day, an attempt is made, and it isn’t by you. + Your contract was simpleー the Control Devil would not use her powers on you, you just needed to stay with her forever.

My beloved Makima duology that someone on twt deadass tried stealing and passing off as theirs. That shit aside though, wow did I love writing these.

At the time, I was really frustrated by the state of the Makima x Reader tag. Because it was usually just Dom Makima smut. Which, there's nothing wrong with that but because what I wanted to read was something that explored the depth of Makima's character, the goals that motivated her terrible actions in the manga and the loneliness that wracked her sense of self..... I decided that I wanted to read that story, I would have to write it myself.

So I did. And because people loved HBHP so much, I felt inspired to write a sequel that included Nayuta.

A lot of love and care when into writing these stories and it makes me happy when I still see people reading them if they find them in the tag. I didn't expect to like writing for Makima as much as I did, I honestly want to write more concerning her if I'm being honest. I do have a WIP on that right now, it's just taking forever to get my vision just right...

The Summer Moon Was Born to be Loved pt 1 + The Summer Moon Was Born to be Loved pt 2

You got pregnant and the ghost of university days past finds out five years later.

Months in the making as there was a lengthy hiatus between both chapters but this was something I had a lot of fun writing. I wanted to write my own spin on a trope I've seen established and simply wanted to write it well. I had been talking with a friend of mine about it and we discussed how we thought the events would go with different characters from Mitsuya and Hanma from TokRev to Nanami and Gojou from JJK. I thought as far JJK went, Gojou had the potential for most mess and decided to write a story involving him.

And in that, I ended up including a lot of one of my favorite things in the world: the ocean. Utilizing oceanography terminology to showcase the emotional states of the characters, the events happening between chapters, I had a lot of fun doing that.

And I think that I had a pretty clear and concise ending as well. So yes, another personal favorite for sure!

Lost Girl (in progress)

Believing your father’s concerns as the last black family living in the secluded mountains of Wall Maria to be simple paranoia, a you naively set out on YOUR own to discover the world and what it truly holds. Yet after encountering another family secluded in the mountains, the Ackermans, you realize that maybe his concerns weren’t so unfounded in the terrifying yet beautiful reality you live in. Befriending their daughter, a fellow survivor in what it means to be the last of their kind, you find your path leading to the horrors of the Fall of Maria and the 103rd Cadet Corps.

Not my most popular series but one I'm updating slowly nonetheless.

This story has had multiple incarnations. UtSD ver 1 was an OC fic before I turned it into a reader-insert. But version 3 came as LG, another reader-insert but one I think is more polished.

My inspiration for making this was simple. I wanted more Mikasa fic content out there and I wanted to read a fanfiction story where the OC/reader in question were black like me. It's something that's permeated through my brain since high school back when we knew little of where SNK was heading as a story.

What would it be like if you were living in the Walls and black? How would your treatment fair, the beliefs bloomed about you and your kind? Especially if you're decidedly the last of your kind within the Walls. And the comfort that may possibly come from having some sort of like you except not quite.

I don't care if people who aren't black also read this story and partake in the adventure. All I care about is writing something everyone can enjoy, especially if they're someone like me or if they want to read something different.

I hope to one day see more unapologetically POC OC and reader-inserts scattered about the tags alongside ethnically ambiguous ones. I personally usually write ethnically ambiguous characters so everyone can enjoy my fics by not specifying hair texture, saying that your cheeks warmed instead of blushing and things like that. But sometimes, I wanna write something that's really just for me.

Se réjouir, se réjouir

The sun; Neuvillette is the sun. And Furina? She’s not fit to even be the moon. There is a surprising loneliness to freedom.

Wrote this some days after after the 4.2 patch update and finishing the Fontaine AQ. This was a ship I fell quite head over heels with and I had a lot of thoughts in my head about them that I decided to get out of my head by writing something up for them.

I talked about the dynamics that I liked between Neuvillette and Furina already and all the coinciding NeuviFuri material Mihoyoverse was shilling out with their commissions wasn't helping my brainrot either.

For something I pretty much shot out not too long after the update when live, I think I did a pretty damn good job. I had fun with the dynamics and trying to dig into the brain of the characters.

A Little Pain (still in progress even more slowly than AFD)

At the age of 7, there were a few things Hinata Hyuga was sure of. One, her father, Hiashi Hyuga, was the strongest shinobi she knew. Second, just the thought of her having to one day make decisions for her entire clan terrified her beyond belief. Third, her younger sister Hanabi, at the age of 2, was very easy to impress. Hinata Hyuga never wanted to lead her Clan and when she is stripped of her title and essentially an outcast in her home, she finds solace in the brief comforts of a pink-haired girl named Sakura. Though little did Hinata know that losing her heiress title would send her life spiraling down a path of self discovery, bravery, and the realization that changing yourself is a possibility is the most powerful jutsu of all. But... perhaps stopping yourself from fainting whenever you happen to be around your crush is a start. And convincing the entirety of Konoha that it's first all-kunoichi team won't be a complete and total failure should be prioritized before any of that.

Another one of my 'I started this in high school' stories that has been through a rewrite and I'm trying to finish little by little. SakuHina is one of my favorite Naruto ships, has been for years and as someone who has been reading over a decade of Naruto fanfic tropes, I've seen my fair share of 'what if A was on Team 7' fics.

(Here's a post I have on that lmao from my old blog before it got accidentally axed)

So I decided to write my own version of that but the new team in question is Konoha's very first all-kunoichi team. Also, Hinata has a crush on Sakura this time around instead of Naruto. And boy do I have a lot planned for this story, I'm excited every time I get back to my google docs and get to typing little by little.

#look she's answering #anon #fma #vld #klance #csm x reader #makima x reader #jjk x reader #gojou x reader #gojo x reader #snk x reader #aot x reader #mikasa x reader #genshin impact #neuvifuri #focallette #naruto #sakuhina

[neragufetta]

A randomly updated list of plot elements and theories that run wild in my head

The following is a list of BNHA plot elements, in no specific order, that are still unresolved at current chapter (or, at least, that I consider unresolved).

This post is totally open to suggestion :D

I plan to update it whenever I feel ;)

Enjoy!

NG

PS - I finally found a title for this little product of mine, yay :)

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Current last chapter:

413

HIGH PRIORITY:

1. How did Shigaraki solve to put Star and Stripe's quirk "New Order" under control? > Solved in vol. 34: New Order dissolved on itself but it caused Tenko to regain some level of consciousness > And in chapter 413 S&S's embers in AFO were able to reach both All Might itself and Yagi's vestige to let them know about the only weakness existing in Shigaraki, and I LOVE this turn of events.

2. Why did AFO do all of this? What are his reasons and origin? > We got his reasons in chapters 407-408 but I'm not totally convinced that he chose an apprentice just for the sake of having a new body

3. Will Deku be able to reach Tenko?

4. Who is going to survive? At the moment I think these are the name at risk right now:

. Bakugo > confirmed alive in 403 . All Might > still alive in 404, confirmed alive in 405 . Toga . Dabi . Hawks . Endevour . Edgeshot > still alive in 405 . Fat Gum

6. What is Ojiro's, Sato's and Sero's whereabout?

7. What is Eraserhead, Present Mic and Kurogiri's whereabout?

...

OPTIONAL STUFF

1. How was it possible for Yoichi to pass OFA to the second user? (i.e. how did he realize that he could pass his quirk?) > I'm not crossing this one out for we still don't have an explanation from Yoichi's perspective; however in chapter 408 is suggested that it happened the day Yoichi died and Kudoh has felt off ever since. I want to add that we don't know of any organic exchange from Yoichi to Kudoh, my opinion about it below.

2. Is Deku's father ever going to make an appearance? I know, I know that, aat this late point in the story, he can only be either AFO himself or noone interesting, but still, why did Horikoshi mentioned that Izuku's father would appear at some point in the story? Did he change his mind?

3. Is this picture ever going to make sense?

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For further explanation, this seems to be a partial picture that was present at a BNHA exposition in Japan but, to my knowledge, does not have an explanation. > The full art, however, showed Aoyama, so it might be a hint about Aoyama's role? I'm not convinced and therefore I'm keeping this point active.

4. Why AFO needed Shigaraki's hatred? (Rif. chapter 311. For further explenation see section "Open theories", n. 3) > In chapter 410 it seems that Shigaraki is now able to steal, if not the whole OFA, at least singular quirks in it but it stays unexplained how or why.

5. Are we going to see Deku and Bakugo face each other one last time?

...

OPEN THEORIES (that I enjoy or consider interesting for some reason)

1. Dad for one (alias All for one is actually Deku's father) > With the flashback we had in chapter 407-408, it seems to me that, even though it is possible that AFO had intercourse with women, I just can't see him actually marry someone, and Inko mentioned her "husband" while discussing Izuku's lack of quirk; however, it is still possible that she called him that way just for the sake of appearences or that they actually married for some reason. I don't know, I really don't like this theory but I understand the appeal of it.

2. Decay is not Shimura Tenko's original quirk > Again, AFO's death in 410 might cross this one out but I'm still suspicious about the man in 235 that brought Tenko back home.

3. Shigaraki can actually take One for All quirk without Deku's will > confirmed in chapter 410, even though we still don't know how or why.

4. Deku is suppressing his emotions > Pikahlua wrote an amazing perfect explanation about this theory and I'm convinced they're right.

5. Two for one (alias One for all is passed on both Izuku & Katsuki) (404) > I think we can call this one discarded.

6. AFO is (related to) the Luminescent baby (405) > Confirmed in 407 and even though I said I was not a fan of this one, AFO stealing his quirk out of crave makes much more sense than and I love it.

7. Izuku will replace OFA with:

7a. His own personal quirk that, similarly to Yoichi's one, was so unformed to be practically useless but grew up thanks to OFA. 7a-i. If we believe the DFA theory, his quirk might be either an evolution of AFO

7b. New Order (412) and it has to do with Star & Stripe arm > New Order is confirmed destroyed in chapter 413

7c. Nothing, he'll go quirkless again. (This is the only one I actually like) 7c-i. But his use of OFA has already created a vestige in OFA and Kudoh is planning to let Shigaraki steal OFA in order to gain access to Tenko's memory and finally start to connect with is soul and therefore to save him. > partly confirmed in 413, the only difference being that Kudoh actually plans to smash Shigaraki with OFA. 7c-ii. But, following the empty glass/full glass theory, Shigaraki won't be able to keep it for too long, without facing problem (like the 4th dying of old age at 40). >

8.OFA only transfer out of will, while hair or any other organic material just served to picture the passage in one's mind. I decided to delete the whole reasoning behind this idea but you can still read it in my chapter 412 update.

8a. As an alternative possible explanation, since OFA started stocking extrapower and multiple quirks, even though at the beginning a physical transfer was not required, it eventually became mandatory. (Like, email can only have attachment up to N Mb, in order to transfer bigger file you need a physical drive).

Bye!

#mha theories #bnha theories #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha #mha #mha 413 #bnha 413

[guppybubbles]

You wanted prompts so let me hit you with some fake fic titles! No pressure to do them all and you can take as long as you like🥰 will send em separately too!

A Glass half Full

A GLASS HALF FULL

Borrower Wilbur and Borrower Techno are realists. When reality gets too negative, Techno is always there to be Wilbur's optimist.

Word Count: 1,714 words

CONTENT WARNING!!! : mentions of blood, decapitation, and a rat. these are only mentioned once, but a warning is good.

( A/N: i wrote these in between my study sessions for the exams,,,,,,,,, also yayy my first fic in like.. seven years i think? have mercy on me idk what i'm doing. ALSO THIS IS MOSTLY JUST TECHNO AND WILBUR BONDING I JUST LOVE THEM OKAY. also also ty for the fic title beckyu!! )

Wilbur paced back and forth, arms crossed and in deep thought. "How many days do you think our food can last?" 

"About two days— three, if we can portion it out correctly." Techno replied, sitting on their makeshift couch as he opened their very own medical kit, filled with cut up bandages, drops of alcohol, a little roll of tape and other things they've borrowed over the years. 

"And… your arm?" 

Techno unwrapped the bandages and winced at the horrible sight, dried blood and bite marks after they encountered an abnormally big rat yesterday. He handled it better than he expected, but before the injured rat scurried away, it attempted to bite his head head off, which resulted with him blocking with his arm. “S’fine. Nothing too bad.”

Wilbur sighed, and Techno could imagine the exasperated eye-roll behind him. “It really isn’t that bad.”

“Yeah. Nothing too bad my arse.” His twin circled around the couch and took a cotton ball, pouring alcohol and taking hold of his arm. His eyebrows furrowed in a way that meant he was thinking of so many things, his eyes were on Techno’s arm but his mind was elsewhere. Despite being distracted, he was careful. Of course, the alcohol gently cleaning his fresh wounds still hurt and he would wince every time it stung a little too much, but Wilbur knew when to pause and give him a break before continuing. 

Wilbur took a new bandage roll and wrapped it around Techno’s arm. “What’s wrong?”

“What?” Wilbur looked at him, a confused look on his face.

“You’re thinking about something. What are you thinking about?” 

“Oh.” Wilbur avoided his gaze again, biting off the tape and securing his wounds in his newly bandaged arm. “It’s— We just need more food. I’ll go borrow some right now, and don’t come with me, I swear to Prime, you’re injured.”

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Techno still ended up following him.

Wilbur had thought he convinced him to stay behind and rest, he even stayed for TWENTY more minutes trying to get Techno to lay down and not get up. He listed potential things he could do while waiting for him to get back, it wasn’t a very long list, and it only lessened because Techno was injured and what they mostly did was build new furniture or upgrade their equipment. For extra measure, Wilbur took Techno’s borrowing equipment to make sure he doesn’t have anything to use to venture out, forcing his twin into house arrest. It was with good intentions, Wilbur thought, He was literally injured.

“You think I could just let you leave to go borrow so early in the morning?” Techno argued, holding Wilbur’s borrowing equipment. After that, there was nothing else Wilbur could do to convince Techno to go back, because Techno was stupidly stubborn, and held his hand to drag him to the pantry.

His stubbornness irritated Wilbur so much, because it was exactly like him. While having incredibly different interests, they still acted the same, that’s what made them get along after spending their entire life in tandem. Together, they were raised for different jobs in their old colony. Together, they’d switch their looks just so they could avoid the chore they hate. Together, they grew up and left the colony. Everything they did, they did it together. Wilbur guessed simply getting food from the pantry wouldn’t be an exception from that.

They moved in silence, but not one of them needed instructions from the other for the reason that they were also moving in sync. As they gathered food, not a single sound was made, not even when they ruffled through plastic material did it make a noise. “There’s something still bothering you.” Techno noted, almost finished with packing his own bag of food. Not including the stash they had at home, the food bags they were holding could last them for a week or so. Wilbur stayed silent, tying up his pack and slinging it over his shoulder. “I think we got enou—” “Wil.”

Techno cut him off, already knowing his evasion tactics. Wilbur found their surroundings much more interesting than his twin. “If you wanna say something, we got to talk it out. Were you so distracted with your thoughts that you didn’t notice the pantry door isn’t locked? You didn’t even tell me to hide from the doors opening view or anything.” 

“What’s wrong?” Techno asked again. There was a slight shift in his tone, unnoticeable to anyone that wasn’t his twin. He was worried, and Wilbur felt bad that he was hiding his thoughts to his only companion for years. He still wanted to think about it some more, it’s the reason why he made the excuse of leaving so he could have just a little time for himself before speaking with Techno about it.

“I think it’s time we move out.” Wilbur finally looked at the pink-haired borrower for his reaction, only for Techno to make a gesture that told him to go on and elaborate. He took a seat on the floor before he spoke again.

“... The humans are in here too much. The kid’s got this.. Summer break so I don’t think he leaves for school until.. I don’t know how long! You know this, we can’t even go out at night most of the time because his schedule is unpredictable. I mean, one moment, he’s awake the whole day and night and the other he’s just sleeping for how long. Then the dad, his shifts are different too. He goes out early and we don’t know how long we have until he gets back, and even when he leaves, the kid’s still here too! We stay inside most of the time and we barely even have a chance to go and refill when our supply runs out. Not to mention, that fucking rat! Have you seen how huge that thing was?!”

He continued, “No matter how long we wait, one of them will always be wandering around. It’s not safe.”

They stood in silence for Prime knows how long. “But… Why now? You said you loved it here.” Techno asked, leaning against a box of cereals. “Even when they had Christmas break and stayed here almost every day for those long weeks, you never even thought about leaving.”

When Wilbur stayed silent, having that same expression of deep thought, it was Techno’s turn to continue talking. “I think this house is pretty great. Many hiding spots, escape routes, and they always buy a lot of stuff so they never notice when anything goes missing. Even though they stay up late, they’re always too focused on their work so we have enough time to do what we need to before they notice. It’s way better than going to a new home and having to relearn this all over again, right?”

“No. Maybe— I thought maybe I liked it here, but it’s just not safe.”

“It’s safer here than it is out there.” Techno sat next to Wilbur, awkwardly patting his shoulder in a way to show his affection. Wilbur would’ve laughed at his awkwardness, but only shrugged his hand away. “We’re borrowers, Tech. No where is safe for us.”

There was silence again. 

…

“Okay.”

“Hm?” Wilbur hummed, looking at his twin.

“If you think it’s best if we leave. Then, I trust you. We’ll leave.” Techno stood up from where he sat, and hung the bag of food on his shoulder once more. “Besides, I’m 100% sure that there are better houses than this. Maybe we could even land on a cool big house, a mansion.”

“I doubt that we can find a mansion here, but you know what, we never know.” Wilbur shrugs, following after Techno.

“I got to say though, I’ll miss this place. We were the first ones here before they moved in and they have the audacity to kick us out? Granted, we never did pay rent but first come, first serve.” Wilbur laughed at Techno, covering his mouth to muffle his laugh. His giggles were silent and quiet. Together, they began walking to their passageway back home.

“I’ll probably miss the humans too. They are kind of funny sometimes.” Wilbur only hummed. He’ll miss them too. But, they were the reason he thought of leaving in the first place. 

It was just one night. The kid was half-asleep, and Wilbur was in a tipsy state. He accidentally replied to the kid when they were just talking to themself, then it devolved into an hours long conversation until they both drifted asleep. With him hidden safely in the walls, and the kid sleeping on his bed— seemingly just speaking to his wall for an insane amount of time. Wilbur hated it.

He hated that he genuinely enjoyed his time speaking with him. He hated it that he was the one who broke the basic rules of borrowing. He hated being curious about that one drink the dad prevented the younger blond from drinking.

After that incident, Wilbur noticed the kid would occasionally look at the walls longer than normal and his heart would spike whenever he would be close to seeing him. Guilt only ate at him as the habit remained, sending shivers of anxiety through him whenever they would go borrow— he would turn around and expect to find those same blue eyes looking straight at him. Looking straight at Techno.

He can’t afford his own twin flame pay for the mistakes that he made. It’s why they have to leave.

“Let’s go. My arm is starting to ache again.”

“Yeah. That’s what you get for not listening to me.”

Behind him, Techno choked and coughed.

“Tech? What’s wrong, are you si—” Wilbur was interrupted when Techno stood in front of him, dropping his bag of food and instead holding a pin with his good arm. He stared at the pink-haired borrower, noticing the coughing continued, but not from him.

His gaze travelled to the entrance of the pantry. Coughing up a storm, the blond pounded on his chest, attempting to calm himself down. Wilbur noticed the glass of water that he was presumably drinking out of. A human caught them, not just a human, it was the kid.

… Fucking hell. 

#mcyt g/t #g/t writing #mcyt gt #g/t au #g/t #giant/tiny #borrowers #tiny!wilbur #tiny!techno #giant!tommy #giant!philza #A Glass Half Full #idk how tumblr works im so new please #guppy writes! #guppy's asks #im so sleepy honk snoo #im a sleepy bois haha get it #and with that award winning joke #goodnight peoples

[saintsenara]

subluxation is a need and i would like you to talk about it

also please god talk about gardener’s question time. i’m so serious

thank you, pal, for two exemplary choices from the work in progress tag game list!

very funny to me that - having once declared yourself to not be a rare pair girly - you have come out swinging in favour of the two rare pairs on the list. the corruption continues apace...

gardener's question time is the result of a prompt i saw last year for a rare pair fest - which i didn't have the time to dive into at the time but which has stayed gnawing at my brain ever since - for a post-war fic with severus snape/andromeda tonks as the pairing.

and you'd better believe i was intrigued...

we're still in the early stages with this one, but the basic idea is to bring these two together through the complexity of their grief. [cheerful...]

the struggle when writing things in which snape lives is, of course, how you approach the fact that he has been living according to a script which has now ended. for all the implication of canon that dumbledore expected him to survive [why does he tell harry at king's cross that he intended snape to be the true master of the elder wand, if he wasn't planning for his loyal spy to reveal his true loyalties by helping deliver voldemort's final death blow?], snape can be very easily viewed as having presumed - and maybe even hoped? - that he would die in the second war.

how he deals with - for the first time in his life - having no master and having the freedom to choose to live on his own terms is something i think is always interesting to explore.

but i think it's particularly interesting to mash into andromeda's own finished script - the fact that her war has ended so devastatingly, with her husband, daughter, and son-in-law all dead; that she has gone from being a grandmother to teddy's primary caregiver [and the resentments that brings up - as we've talked about before, i'm wedded to the idea that she doesn't really like harry and isn't thrilled that he's teddy's godfather]; and, most thorny of all, that her sister is dead and there is now absolutely no chance of bellatrix seeing the error of her ways and trying to make amends [which, while i loathe the common trope that andromeda and her sisters would reconcile easily, is something i believe it's entirely reasonable for her to have hoped could be possible, even if she recognised it's unlikely it ever would have been.]

snape's post-war relationship with the malfoys - presumably absolutely torpedoed by the reveal that he was a spy - also has parallels with andromeda's post-war reckoning with narcissa.

the title is because andromeda wanting to grow a kitchen garden of medicinal plants [and healing through it! omg, a metaphor!] was the premise which sprang to mind when i came up with this. i may have been watching gardener's world [i'd risk it all for monty don] at the time.

subluxation is obviously something we've talked about a lot, seeing as its development has definitely run alongside percy entering his post-war flop era in beasts.

for the uninitiated, it's - in the main - the story of what percy's year of working for the death eater-controlled ministry during deathly hallows looked like.

i think we've both been struck by the fact that pretty much every fic which deals with this question has percy offering some sort of behind-the-scenes resistance to voldemort's regime - maybe not as flashy as that offered by the order members in his family [although, let's be real, what the order actually does in that year is... debatable], but fundamentally aligned with the goodies against evil.

and, i want to be clear, all of the percy-the-resistance-fighter stories i've read have been amazing. but they've still never managed to shake me from my conviction that he probably... didn't do anything substantive against the regime at all. that he just fucked around and then, as the battle of hogwarts approach, began to find out...

and i am choosing to take 'fucking around' literally...

have a little snippet from this month's chapter:

Audrey's gripping his hand.

Her palm is clammy. His isn’t much better.

She was called back from her day off an hour ago. The Minister’s full support staff is assembled in a row against the wall in Meeting Room J. Biagio is crying. Clarice looks like she’s about to be sick.

Rookwood - Mr Rookwood, they have to call him now - is slithering up and down the line, snapping at anyone with wonky knots in their ties or lint on their robes. The hum of chatter rolls in from the Atrium. It sounds warm, the ordinary murmur of people greeting old friends or needling each other over Quidditch rivalries. The staff from the canteen mingle among them with platters of canapes - the Death Eaters have upped the usual standard of refreshments, but perhaps that’s part of pulling off a coup, Percy wouldn’t know - and champagne. 

Hands are being shaken, and partners and children are being asked after, and holiday plans are being discussed, and absolutely nobody - not a single, solitary member of the great and the good of wizarding Britain - seems shocked to discover that the entire world has been upended in a matter of hours, on this completely ordinary day.

It's this which is so terrifying, that the Minister didn’t see any of this coming, but everyone else did.

Agnes Skim, who presents the six o’clock news on the WWN, kissed Mr Yaxley on both cheeks and asked if he and his wife were still coming over on Sunday. Mr Selwyn was laughing uproariously at a joke told by one of the Wizengamot’s most distinguished members as he showed him to his seat. Half of the Hogwarts governors are milling around the place, making cheerful conversation with mass-murderers. There are representatives present from Gringotts and St Mungo’s and the Diagon Alley Shopkeepers Guild. The Prophet’s chief political correspondent breezed in five minutes ago, gabbing away to Travers - Mr Travers - like he was an old friend.

Which, Percy supposes, he probably is.

The Unspeakables have crawled out of their domain to greet Mr Rookwood like some conquering hero, miraculously returned from a mission all thought doomed. And, out of all the mundane horrors of that afternoon, it is the sight of Mr Croaker - who sends his father a card every Christmas and complimented his mother on her hat at the last staff party - thumping him on the back and saying ‘bloody wonderful to see you, Gus’ and Rookwood saying ‘likewise, Saul’ and Croaker grinning and saying ‘this is quite the event, isn’t it? I hope he’s paying you overtime’ and Rookwood winking at him and saying ‘I shall pretend not to have heard that’ and both of them collapsing into laughter, which makes tears start to slide down Percy’s face.

But not for long. There is no time to panic, because Rookwood clicks his fingers at them and tells them to line up on the dais in the Atrium, as a hundred camera bulbs flash and blind them. Banners are draped everywhere, and while they show the Ministry’s insignia and not the Dark Mark, the fact that so many people are walking around with rolled-up sleeves makes clear that they are one and the same now.

The only comfort, he thinks, the only comfort, is that - as he looks out at the sea of chairs, signs affixed to them reading Avery - Dolohov - Mulciber - Carrow in elegant calligraphy, he doesn't see one labelled The Dark Lord.

A hush falls over the room as Mr Thicknesse, in magnificent burgundy robes, his hair slicked back, displaying his high forehead, steps on to the dais and places a series of notecards on a lectern. It is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Percy wonders if the hammering of his heart is echoing in the room.

‘Wizards and witches of Britain,’ says Thicknesse, and there is an outbreak of applause. He holds up his hands to still it.

‘Wizards and witches of Britain. My friends.

‘This afternoon, following a special meeting of the electors, in which they voted unanimously in my favour, I was invited by the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot to accede to the office of Minister for Magic. It was my profound honour to accept the position. I am humbled by your trust in me to steer our great nation through this time of turmoil.’

There is another outbreak of applause, another barrage of camera flashes. And Percy notices that Lestrange is standing at the back of the room, talking to a man who greatly resembles him. Who must, he supposes, be his brother.

‘I have sworn before the court and swear before you now that I will uphold and defend the values - and the dignity - of the Ministry of Magic.’

In the years to come, he will look back and wonder whether he can pinpoint the exact moment when his life changed. If he can unravel a single thread from the tapestry of a hundred thousand ordinary days and follow it back to one pivotal second.

‘But I consider it my duty to go even further. I consider it my duty not only to defend the dignity of the Ministry, but to defend the dignity of magic itself.’

And he will conclude that he can. That he can trace all of it, every single bit of it, back to Rabastan Lestrange leaning forward, and accidentally brushing against Rodolphus Lestrange’s injured shoulder, and Rodolphus wincing - only slightly, but enough to make clear to Percy that he is not a monster at all - and revealing himself to be an ordinary man, who is tired after a long day and who aches.

‘Because are we not tired? Do we not grow weary at the sight of our traditions being torn down and soiled? Do we not feel crushed as more and more of our values are washed away, as the ordinary, hard-working witches and wizards of this country are told that they should be ashamed of themselves for their faith in the might of magic?

‘I will be a Minister for those people. I will be a Minister for those who are proud to be set apart by magic. I will rid them of the filth which pollutes their lives and forces them into compromise and shame.

‘I will bring them something clean and true and refreshing.

‘Something proud.

‘And pure.’

[if you think this speech is copied from succession... you would be one hundred percent correct.]

#work in progress ask game #asenora fics #gardener's question time #andromeda tonks #severus snape #subluxation #percy weasley #rodolphus lestrange

[jensensfanfic]

can you do prompt 23 from that prompt list you reblogged with ellie williams? where the reader is the one saying it to her <3

SOMEONE THAT SOMEONE CARES FOR

pairing: young!ellie x gn!reader

prompt: #23 from this list

tw: injury description, blood, lmk if i should add smth else here

word count: 778

a/n: thank you so much for being my first ellie request! -> this is set in winter, after joel is mostly all better. that's basically all that is plot-related. also, no mentions of gender or y/n. -> got lazy with the title, might change it later.

thank you to my two betas on this one 💖 @wolfchild28 & @first-kanaphan

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You misjudge how heavy the door in front of you is as you push it with as much might as you can muster in your current state. The force causes you to tumble when said door flies open with ease. It hits the wall and then bounces back, hitting your side. A strong arm catches you before you can fall. 

"Woah, woah, woah. Easy." Ellie's arm wraps around your waist. Her other hand takes yours and pulls it around her shoulders. "I gotcha." 

Your exasperated sigh and eye roll combo is ignored as Ellie glances around the empty house looking for somewhere to sit. Clearly, she finds it as she guides you over, releasing your hand slung over her shoulder to brush away some old newspapers. 

"Here we go. Sit down." 

"Really? Ellie, it's not that bad. I just slipped in the goddamn snow. Shouldn't we be more worried about Joel." 

"All good here." Right on cue, Joel enters the house, closing the door behind him. He leans over the sofa, where you are now sitting with Ellie. His eyes find the wound on your arm. "You need to patch that up, though. Then we can get moving if you're feeling good." 

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While running from some rather unpleasant people, you'd simply tripped and fell in the snow, your knife sliding free from your grip. Then, somehow, you had managed to land on the blade, an almost perfect straight gash. 

You were running from people, with bats and axes, bows, and guns of all kinds… yet you'd ruined your injury-free streak of four days via your own weapon and your clumsiness. 

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"Ellie? You, uh -" Joel looks at your bloody arm and then at your friend. "You got this?"

"Got it." 

"Good. I'm gonna check out the place and see if there's anything we can use." 

"'Course." Ellie shuffles closer as she lays out some things in the little space between you. "Okay. We got some bandages that look… clean enough. We have our handy dandy rags, and then… some water." 

Ellie begins cleaning up the wound, whispering apologies whenever you wince. It takes just a few minutes for her to deem it clean enough before she starts to wrap. "It's not deep enough that you need stitches, I don't think. Not that we have any anyway. I think you're just a bleeder, huh?" 

"Guess so."

"Think Joel'll find anything good? Maybe more comics?" 

"Maybe." 

"'Cos I really can't handle these cliffhangers." 

"Mm." You stare off past Ellie into the kitchen area where a little jar of old hot chocolate sits. Ellie notices and follows your line of vision. "Hot chocolate. Have you ever had it?" 

"Nope." You glanced down to see that Ellie has finished. Her hand still lingers over your secured bandage, but you ignore it. "Should we get moving now?" 

"Wait." Ellie frowns. "What about your arm? Do you feel okay?" 

"Yeah. I mean, it hurts a little still, but‐" 

"What about everything else? Legs, neck? You feel pretty hard. Maybe we should just rest here for the night." 

"Why? I'm fine." You sigh loudly and then push yourself up from the sofa all too quickly. Your head immediately starts to spin, and you lose your balance, falling right back down again. 

"See. You might have hit your head. We should sleep. Joel won't mind." "Ugh, fine." You cross your arms and pull your knees up to your chest. "But this is stupid." 

"Well, we can't keep going if you're dizzy. You could break a bone or something next time." Ellie gently puts a hand on your shoulder. "Hey. Why are you always so stubborn with this stuff? We can't keep going if one of us is hurt… and we are not leaving you behind, if you even think about–" 

"I wasn't gonna say that, I-"

Your eyes find hers, and you only see genuine concern and kindness. She's worried about you, you know that. You can see it, but your mind, your past, it won't let you believe it. 

"What?" Ellie pushes because she always does, always tries. "You can tell me anything."

“It’s hard to get used to…" 

"What is?" 

“Being someone that someone cares for…” 

"Oh." Ellie's eyes widen slightly, her mind more than likely racing with possibilities of what could've happened to lead you to think this way. "Well, I'm a persistent person. I will make sure you know how much I care about you… as long as it takes, even if that's forever."

"You promise?" 

Ellie's hand falls from your shoulder, and then she wiggles her pinky finger between you. You link yours with hers, as she whispers, "Promise."

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#tbh i didn't wanna follow plot too much for my first fic #but i wanted to mention joel being better in there bc of where i went with it #but yeah.. i also kinda just went with the flow of this.. didn't really have a plan #can you tell im nervous to post my first ellie fic amongst all the incredible ones on this app? 😂🥲 enough rambles #my writing #mine #jensensfanfic/millerstation #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams fanfic #tlou fic

[hypervoxel]

List of my in progress fic WIPs because if I share them, then I am more likely to finish them:

Damaged Nerve, the only one I've actually managed to publish anything for.

You know the B99 meme? "I've only had Arlo for a day and a half, but if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself"? That's Vox with Vark, and I want to see what he does when something does happen to his beloved pet.

Title is from, "absence can be present, like a damaged nerve, like a dark bird," quote. It will eventually be about Vox and Val being unable to stay apart even as they cross so many lines with each other. Val hurts Vox's pet, and Vox still can't stay away from him for long. Vox kills Val and threatens to do it again, and Val still wants him. It's also about Vox being so deranged in ways that aren't just about his relationship with Val. He deserves to get so unhinged while tearing people apart with his bare claws that he starts thinking about how Alastor broadcasted his rampages and Vox could totally do that too (he's better than the Radio Demon and he doesn't miss that old geezer) 🥰 The people he's tearing apart in this case are Exorcists, because he was bound by a Deal to draw them away from the veterinarian stitching up his pet shark.

None of the angels actually permanently die, but Vox did make them look bad on live TV. So, unfortunately, now Vox is getting blamed for the doubling of Exterminations, on top of having to deal with Val and his relationship problems.

Working title: "this was supposed to be about Redemption. it isn't. It Isn't.". I'll probably give it a Bastille lyric, because I'm me.

A rival Overlord seizes the chance to knock The Vees down a peg, publicly. The triumVirate scrambles to maintain their joint reputation as Vox struggles to recover physically and emotionally.

Or: The Vees are given an opportunity for self reflection, realization, and possibly a chance at redemption... They do not take it.

I love a non-con and torture recovery and support fic. You have no idea how much a story about recovery from something horrible means to me. This is... Technically that. Twisted and villainized.

In Hell, power is safety. Overlords can't look weak, can't be beatable. Can't have their rape uploaded online across every platform with memes made about their smashed screen and broken body, screenshots and reuploads from the masses posted faster than their bots could delete it. You get what you deserve, the populace cheers, as Vox gets a taste of every depravity the Vees profit from.

Working title: road trip! road trip!!

What can I say? It's the Vees on a road trip! An exploration of their characters, their dynamics, and of the worldbuilding of Pride. There cannot be only one city.

Working title: "horrifically aphobic"

It's a Vox-centric story, it's always a Vox centric fic for me. Right now this is all just Vibes and Concepts but I am Thinking Constantly about Vox and internalized aphobia and ableism and transphobia. He has all the issues. He externalizes a lot of them too, things don't just stay internal when they are on someone's mind that much. It's part of the reason why Alastor is no longer his friend!

Angel!Vox AU

This will likely just be a one shot. Vox is not actually an angel, but he does have wings! Messy, misshapen things made of wire and shattered glass. He was a televangelist in life, and now the his sins weigh quite literally heavy on his shoulders. Heaven is a constant light above him, always visible in the sky, but his wings are cumbersome things that could never allow him to fly.

He doesn't even realize they are meant to be wings until he sees his reflection. He was always talented at looking good for a camera. If he preens his wings, organizes the mess of cables and glass shards, he can make them look pristine. Purposeful. He can make himself become the beautiful, technological angel he is meant to be. He can make everyone else see him as he should have been. Heaven is forever out of his reach, but no one else needs to know that. And angels here, well, demons are terrified of them. What is more powerful than an angel? Vox can work with that.

Working title: Vees 5+1

It's about Velvette joining the Vees <3 Five times Velvette interrupted VoxVal getting it on, + 1 time she joined them from the start.

Working title: evil AngelVoxVal

As though there's any way for that ship to not be evil, lol

Valentino wants his favorite lovers to join him together for a threesome. Valentino is an expert at getting what he wants.

#mine #long post #there are other ideas rattling around in my mind but these are the only ones getting written out

[kusaka6e]

TUTOR

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you'd been at the library for about an hour, doing homework for your other classes while you waited for 4:30 to hit.

someone dramatically sitting in the chair across from you makes you jump, pulling one of your earbuds out.

baji is sitting in front of you, slamming a notebook down onto the table.

"did you have to make such an entrance?"

"didn’t wanna be late.”

"i didn't know you cared about being on time."

he scoffs at your comment, pulling out a pencil.

"what are you doing in chem right now?"

"i have no fucking clue." he replies blankly

you choke back a laugh at the deadpan look on his face, knowing he's being completely serious.

"you have any notes to look at?" he shakes his head, making you roll your eyes.

"no wonder you're failing, you don't have anything to study with."

"my teacher talks too fast for me to write anything down! and he just talks to us like we're stupid if we ask questions." he crossed his arms over his chest, angrily furrowing his eyebrows.

"i can look in my dorm and see if i still have my notes from last semester, you can have them if i do."

"really?"

"i've already taken all the chemistry classes i need for my major, it's not like i have any use for them."

"so what happens until you find them?"

"you can't think of one thing your teacher talked about? or have any exam you've already taken, or something?"

he clicks a few times on his laptop, face scrunching with concentration as he scrolls.

"here's this." he turns the screen towards you, a triumphant smile on his face. a '35/100' is in large numbers next to the assignment name.

"damn. looks like i've got my work cut out for me."

"shut up!"

he searches through his surprisingly organized notebook, pulling out a few sheets of paper from a divider.

"this is the written work."

"give me a second." you look over the problems, analyzing his work and where he went wrong. his handwriting was a little wild, but to your surprise he was pretty detailed in writing out his calculations, which made it easier for you to explain his errors.

"so, you got all the numbers right on these but you have to mind your sig figs."

"what the fuck is a sig fig?"

"significant figures. in chemistry calculations, you have to be really accurate. sig figs are like a set of rules to keep numbers accurate."

"how is that any different from just using a calculator?"

you flip to an empty page in his notebook, making a small title to write about significant figures.

he watches as you scribble down the notes, your eyebrows creeping together with focus.

why is my chest tingling ?

ew this is weird

"so, every time you do a calculation you have to follow these rules with your answer."

"so, even though this is what the calculator says, that's not the whole answer."

"right, it starts with two zeros and those don't count."

it takes about a half an hour, but he's eventually able to get through a set of problems without error.

"good job."

"i did it! i'm the best chemistry student the world has ever seen!" he dramatically flexed his arms, proudly grinning

"you sure about that?"

"of course i am."

"okay, show me how to do dimensional analysis." his face pales, smile dropping. you let out a chuckle, turning to a fresh page in the notebook

"you couldn't just let me have my moment?"

"not until you don't need my help anymore."

two hours pass, and you've covered a good amount of information. you could tell as hard as he was trying, baji was quickly losing focus.

"okay, let's call it a night."

"finally." he breathed out, tossing his pencil on the table.

"damn, i didn't know you were that excited to get away from me."

"if you come near me with any more chemistry stuff right now, i might punch you."

"i'd like to see you try." you raise a brow, making him smirk.

"you’re a lot more dense than i thought, but i think you’ll be able to pass. the fact that you actually care so much helps.”

"don't call me dense, i don't know what it means." you burst out into laughter, making him roll his eyes before he lets out a chuckle.

"just because im in toman doesn't mean i don't care about school. we're all humans too, we don't eat sleep and breathe fighting."

"i never said you guys aren't human. but it's nice that you care about your grades."

"well don't make me out to be some softie!"

"i'll see you later baji." you roll your eyes, waving as you head for your dorm.

you open the door, hanging your keys on the wall hook.

"how was tutoring?"

you whirl around, seeing emma, draken, and mikey sitting on your floor with uno cards in their hands.

"how the hell did you guys get in here?!"

"picked the lock." mikey grinned

"you’re all insane."

"i'm surprised you both made it out alive." emma giggled

"he’s even dumber than i thought, but he’ll be fine.”

“baji might seem like an idiot, but he’ll surprise you.” draken doesn't look up from placing down a draw four, making mikey's jaw drop.

"kenny! this is betrayal!"

"you hit me with draw fours three times in a row last round, get over it."

you grin at their banter, mikey dramatically whining about draken breaking his heart.

"deal me in next round, i'll destroy you losers."

"you're on." emma grins, grabbing the stack of cards.

as the next round begins and you're looking over your cards, your phone buzzes.

unknown

today, 7:32 pm

hey

can we meet agn tmw

hey baji

more questions already?

i'm still at the lirbary

libary

LIBRARY

i was looking at the notes u rote and i got lost

same time tomorrow

#tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev #tokyo rev fluff #mikey tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo rev x y/n #baji fanfic #baji fic #baji x reader #keisuke baji #baji keisuke #baji

[gillianthecat]

thoughts while watching Happy Merry Ending (episodes 7-8)

Episode 7:

Oh darling. On the one hand I as a viewer am glad you're pushing this seme away. On the other, my heart is breaking for you that it's because you don't think it's safe to be loved, and that someone would only want you out of pity. You say that he and your abuser are the same, but not for the same reasons I think so. I see stalker parallels; you see that falling in love puts you in danger.

But Jae Hyeon, to his credit, is not actual an abusive stalker, merely an eager seme thrust into the wrong story. And so he listens with a breaking heart and stays away.

Yay! They're letting Seung Jun have personal growth and be courageous on his own! Writing songs. Finding his own voice again. Walking in to strange studios. (It seems for now at least they're prioritizing healing journey over seme-uke romance.)

And Chun Wu escaped too! I'm lying here literally grinning with tears in my eyes. And the CEO has been taken down! I don't even mind that it all happened off screen, because his defeat wasn't the important part. Seung Jun's healing is, and that's what we get to see.

This feels like the final episode? But Viki lists 10? And world-of-bl lists 8? I confused. Guess I'll find out as I go. (Speaking of things that confuse me, I guess Yeon Oh is a stage name?)

Oh Ho Yeon. You are a good egg and a selfless friend. Your smile when your coworker teased you about "your lover." So pleased and rueful. And his non-confession. "Buy me dinner sometime." What a line! Too ambitious for this clueless, and probably still insecure, man to get. Especially since he's being forced by genre conventions to love an overbearing stranger. But there was so much hope and resignation in it. Your eyes. As they sat on the dock I too had a flash of hope for real love to flourish, but it was soon whisked away. And Ho Yeon, because he most wants you to be healthy and happy, tells you to go get what the uke parasite that has taken over your body demands you want.

But seriously, how can they make Ho Yeon keep getting better and better as a character and not make him endgame. And they cast the hottest man in the show to play him? Who can also act and I'm pretty sure carry the lead. And they have 10x the chemistry with each other. It feels like different ends of the production team we're working at cross purposes.

(Secretly still holding out hope for my episode 11 dreams to manifest.)

Aw he waits in the cafe all day. I've said this before, but i feel like this actor is really good and the nuances of Seung Jun's emotions and the complexity of his layers. It's clear without being overdone. Also I like his voice! (I'm assuming it's actually his.) And the world created in the show also feels grounded, not overly flashy but real. I would buy that as a real television studio. The coffee shop and surf paddle board place seems like they exist. They probably don't have a huge budget, but it doesn't feel made on the cheap.

He took off his sunglasses at the end! He dared to expose himself to being seen! And he smiled his lovely smile!

Episode 8

I guess 7 wasn't the final episode after all. That one was dedicated to Seung Jun's healing himself, this one will be dedicated to reunion. (I can't imagine that 9 and 10 are real though, what would be left? Surely they won't drag reunion out for that long. Maybe it's to show the real ending of Seung Jun finally falling for Ho Yeon. Probably just interviews and bts stuff.)

Though the multiple question marks after the episode title "Happy Merry Ending?!?!" have me worried/intrigued lol

Ok I'm gonna try and watch this as a bottle episode, disconnected from everything that came be for and everything I know about the characters. Because I expect as simple reunion story, about two lovers forced apart finding each other again, it could be quite sweet.

Jae Hyeon is trying to move on with his life but is stuck in sadness :-( He decides to close down the coffee shop and now it's his turn to drift.

And dramatic reveal! He finds out that the love of his life has become a singer and hears him dedicate a song to him. Time to run to your man!

And Ho Yeon to the rescue to let him in, winning millions of hearts world wide while continuing to break his own.

The adoration on Jae Hyeon's face as he watches Seung Jun sing. The song dedicated to him. About how he inspired Seung Jun to regain his courage. (But I'm confused it doesn't seem like SJ notices him in the room?)

Ah, he did see him, but was being professional about it. Now they take turns running to each other! I'm enjoying seeing Jae Hyeon be one nervous about his whether he's wanted, and Seung Hyeon be the pursuer. That feels like a necessary balance.

And so they walk in a beautiful park, and hold hands. They have adorable domesticity, and now I can see their chemistry. Seung Jun is comfortably himself again, and Jae Hyun remains enamored. I do feel thrilled for Seung Jun that he gets to have the joyful safe heathy love he thought he could never be allowed. I was right; viewed in isolation this episode is sweet.

(If only i understood why they fell in love in the first place, or at least felt like I saw it happen instead of just being declared to have happened, lines like "let's never be apart again" would have emotional resonance to me. And the intentional call back to that opening shot of Ho Yeon in Seung Jun's bed would make me feel glad that SJ found his love instead of sad for Ho Yeon's broken heart and for the better version of the story we were robbed of.

Seung Jun looks so hot in that white suit oh my god. It was a good production choice to have him in that ill-fitting, too tight black suit at the beginning, when he's hiding and uncomfortable in his own skin. Yet another detail that made this world and these characters feel complete.

Ok but this scene in the wedding hall is actually wonderful. Seung Jun walking slowly down the aisle of plants with that beautiful smile on his face. Jae Hyeok realizing his dream of singing on stage to the man he loves. (And of course he too has a gorgeous voice when he's not pretending to be a rank beginner. I assume this actor is also an idol?)

yeah and of course you can't resist kissing him after that romantic stunt. Even I was crying out for Seung Jun to march over there and grab him. (Also the actor conveyed his overwhelming love and desire very well. I continue to stan.) And this kiss was better executed, lol.

Episode 9

Well. I pressed play. Let's see what it is. Everything felt pretty neatly tied up though, so it's hard to imagine more story. But it seems like the same kind of opening credits? (At this point it's hard for me to even advocate for them to break up and Seung Jun to end up with beautiful pining Ho Yeon, because Seung Jun seems so blissful in his new life.)

Ah yes. They're just interviews and bts footage. Which I may watch someday because curious about a lot of the choices made, but I want to marinate in the show itself for a while first.

So. Despite everything, I think I loved this show. Like, my instinct is to rate it a 9.5 out of 10. There were a few serious flaws in structure, but I think even though I never was convinced by them falling in love, the end convinced me that they were in love. Because of that, and because it was really more about Seung Jun's journey, I wouldn't necessarily call it a BL. The prices fit oddly, but not of them were beautiful and grounded and real. And it turns out that is more salient to my feelings about the whole thing.

#happy merry ending #gillianthecat reacts to bl #kind of like liveblogging

[fruitdragon1a]

Welcome!

Hi! I'm Fruit Dragon. Writing tag: #my writing

Here's a list of all my published works so far:

Current Works: Short List (just titles and links)

Amphibia

Day 12: Alone (T)

The Owl House/Amphibia

Fighting the Stars (G)

Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir

The Butterfly Effect (G)

Friendship and Courage (G)

Off the Record (G)

When a Ladybug Flies Away (G)

Love is a Double Door (G)

Under the Umbrella (G)

Who Murdered Adrien??? (w/ Mickeyfan1) (G)

Cross Strike (G)

FruitDragon's Femslash Feb 2024 - collection (G-T)

FD and Nik's Fluff February 2024 - collection (w/ nikela) (G-T)

All the Times Mme Bustier Heard "Ladybug Erased My Homework" and Other Related Excuses (G)

you gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye (G)

The Art of Blossoms (T)

Current Works: Extended Version (w/summaries, tags, and status)

Amphibia

Day 12: Alone (for Marcy March 2023) - Complete (T)

How Marcy lost her memories before waking up trapped in her own mind during All In.

The Owl House/Amphibia

Fighting the Stars - Ongoing (19/?) (G) Tag: #fighting the stars

Luz and her friends Anne, Sasha, and Marcy are inseparable. They would all do anything for one another, and they all wanted the best for one another… but for a while, Luz has kind of felt like the odd one out. Now they’ve been transported to Amphibia, and Luz gets confirmation from an ancient prophecy that her friends were destined to be with one another… and she wasn’t. But who cares what destiny thinks?

Miraculous Ladybug

The Butterfly Effect - Ongoing (8/?) (G) Tag: #the butterfly effect

Once Marinette was close enough, the person stuck his hand out in a handshake. “Are you the partner my kwami mentioned?” he said. He was dressed in red with black spots, with solid black panels on the sides of his suit. A red-and-black mask stretched across his face, with two red antennae sticking out of his blond hair. He had the greenest eyes Marinette had ever seen. “Yeah, I am,” Marinette told him. “You’re the holder of the Ladybug Miraculous, right?” “That’d be me!” the boy said. “Nice to meet you. I’m, uh–” He thought for a moment. “Crimson Beetle. What’s your name?" “I’m Ma– uh–” Marinette shifted her weight, trying to think of a name, only to lose her balance and nearly topple off the side of the building. “Madly clumsy,” she finished, smiling sheepishly as Crimson Beetle let go of her arm. Nice going, Marinette. “Don’t have a name yet, Clumsy Girl?” he said with a light laugh. “That’s okay. You can think of one later.” -------------- Miraculous swap AU where Marinette has the Miraculous of the Black Cat and Adrien has the Ladybug Miraculous.

Friendship and Courage - Complete (G)

After making genuine friendships for the first time in her life, Sabrina finally gains the courage to stand up to Chloé.

Off the Record - Complete (G)

After her designs went global, Marinette's assistant insisted that she set up an interview with a major news outlet to solidify the company's newfound popularity. Marinette agreed, scheduling an interview with a journalist from the local TVi. Little did she know that decision would be the best one she'd ever made.

When a Ladybug Flies Away - Complete (G)

When Marinette finds reason to believe that Hawkmoth has figured out her identity, she has no choice but to give up her Miraculous. She decides to do it quickly and painlessly, telling Chat during their patrol and sending Tikki to him once she was back home, so he could decide to bring to Master Fu or to choose a partner as he saw fit. But imagine her surprise when he lands on her balcony with the Miraculous in hand, asking Marinette to be his partner in the absence of Ladybug.

Love is a Double Door - Complete (G)

Ladybug and Chat Noir are planning to propose to their respective beloveds. Adrien and Marinette go on a date.

Under the Umbrella - Complete (G)

Almost everyone has a soulmate. What are Adrien and Marinette supposed to do when they meet theirs?

Who Murdered Adrien??? - Complete (G)

Don't be fooled by the title, Adrien isn't actually dead. Ladybug has summoned all the heroes to a rooftop to tell them some awful news-- Adrien Agreste's amok was purified! Needless to say, Chat Noir is extremely confused.

Cross Strike - Complete (2/2) (G) Tag: #strikeback au

“There’s no point in going on any longer,” he sighed. “Come back home with Adrien, the ad campaign we planned is far too risky.” “Of course. But, sir, the thing is…” A new voice dryly cut into the conversation, and Gabriel looked up to see the new Dog hero that Ladybug had selected sitting on his desk. “Ladybug did make a mistake… Uncle.” The phone slipped through Gabriel’s fingers, landing with an indelicate crack against the tiles. “I’ve lost Adrien, sir. He’s no longer on the train,” Nathalie finished. “Sir? Are you still there?” Gabriel gaped at the Dog hero– no, at his nephew. “Félix?” he choked out. “The one and only,” Félix replied with an almost menacing smirk.

FruitDragon's Femslash Feb 2024 - Oneshot series (6/11)

Aurore/Ondine - Eye on Someone (G) Juleka/Zoé - What Is This Feeling (G) Sabrina/Alya - Heather (T) Fei/Zoé - Succinctly Yours (G) Chloé/Marinette - old ghosts cast long shadows (T) Juleka/Rose - holding onto the memory of you (T) Lila/Marinette - Forever Hers (T) Zoé/Alya - Meant to Be (G) Zoé/Marinette - A Neighbor In Need (G)

FD and Nik's Fluff February 2024 - Oneshot series (2/15)

Days 1/2 - walking along the seine (T) Days 3/4 - ice skating, and what it means (G) Days 5/6 - in sickness and in health (G) Days 7/8 - stood up and made a friend (G) Day 14 - unexpected valentine (G)

All the Times Mme Bustier Heard "Ladybug Erased My Homework" and Other Related Excuses - Ongoing (1/?) (G)

Ladybug's cure isn't perfect. Anyone can tell you that-- there's a cost to every life saved, to every brick laid back in its foundation. Its effects are completely random. Sometimes it's just a few loaves of bread in a bakery turning back to dough in the display case, sometimes it's an entire essay being unwritten, sometimes it's construction being undone or a person being teleported back to where they were at the start of the attack. The bad luck to balance the good luck.

you gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye - Complete (G)

Gabriel Agreste's greatest wish is to bring Émilie back to life. His greatest regret in life is letting Nathalie use the Peacock Miraculous. As time passes and his relationship with Nathalie sours, he's not sure what he wants anymore.

The Art of Blossoms - Ongoing (2/6) (T)

Marinette is a florist. Adrien needs a bouquet. Or: Five times Adrien walked out of Marinette's store with flowers, and one time he left with something far more precious.

#pinned post #blog intro #list of works #my writing #miraculous ladybug #the owl house #amphibia

[soulsilversprings]

WIP Master List

I've been in a rut with my writing recently, so I thought making this list might help me remember what I'm excited to work on, and I figured some of y'all might enjoy too! Perhaps I'll come back and update.....

Stuff that's already posted and I want to finish:

I Know A Friend - Chloe/Dawn, Ash/Gary/Goh, May/Drew. Posted Ch. 1 during JN. Chloe and her now-evolved Eevee have decided to pursue contests, but Chloe is questioning whether contests are truly her passion. Dawn comes up with an abstract plan to help her decide!

but if our paths never cross (i'll never live to match the beauty again) - Ash/Goh. Follows their individual journeys immediately after JN136. They've parted ways, but... have they really?

Goh Wants In - Ash/Gary/Misty and Ash/Gary/Goh. Takes place during JN. Goh meets the perfect guy, only to find out that he's taken... by two people, actually. Is there room for one more?

Serena/May/Drew Origins - what it says in the (working) title. Honestly don't think I'm planning to *finish* this one so much as I hope to just add little scenes and headcanons as I think of them!

Stuff that's sitting in my drafts:

Turning Over A New Leaf - Ash/Gary. Canon-compliant with the Battle Frontier arc. Max is 10 and has just begun challenging Kanto's gyms when the group runs into a familiar face from Pallet Town. Turns out that Leaf is retrying the Gym challenge herself! (For palletshipping week)

Professor Oak Summer Camp - Gary POV. Working title. Three years before their journeys start, Gary attends camp with friends Ash and Leaf and meets Serena, Goh & Chloe. But Goh starts to get on his nerves, and why the heck is he Ash's best friend all of a sudden?! (For palletshipping week)

I'm Just Glad You're Here / Back To You - Dawn/Zoey. Undecided title. Takes place soon after the DP Grand Festival, where Dawn competes in Hoenn with rivals old and new and keeps in touch with Zoey all the while.

Maybe The Real Tinder Match Is The Friends We Made Along The Way - Gary/Tracey. Gary makes a Tinder account; Tracey and Professor Oak are mildly unimpressed but help anyway. Shenanigans ensue.

Thanks, Mom - Misty/Ash/Gary. The three are at Ash's for dinner and Misty accidentally calls Delia mom. Delia doesn't mind, but the slip-up reminds Misty of her less-than-ideal childhood. Ash and Gary do their best to help her through it.

You think our moms are gay for each other? - Delia/Caroline, May/Dawn, Ash/Drew. Working title. May realizes that her mom is totally crushing on Delia, so Dawn calls Ash and Drew so they can set them up on a date. Max is not invited lolol

Post-Divorce Clarity - Delia/Caroline. Caroline recently got divorced and is depressed about it, and Delia visits often to make sure she's alright.

Toph Beifong: Viridian Gym Leader - Pokémon & Avatar: The Last Airbender crossover. Takes place right after the Silver Conference, and at the beginning of ATLA Season 2. Ash, Misty and Brock are vacationing in Viridian and see that the Gym has been shoddily rebuilt. Meanwhile, Gary is exploring Mt. Silver when he meets two lost travelers who can (checks notes) use Flamethrower?!??

Pokémon/ATLA sequel fic - in which out of curiosity/idiocy, Ash follows Toph back home and has no choice but to befriend the Gaang. Meanwhile, Goh and Iris have wound up in Fire Nation territory and need to work together to escape!

Jouch - Ash/Drew. The real jants sequel (and not whatever tf I shared with new jersey while i was high lolol). Ash and Drew's old couch is falling apart, and Ash decides to repair it by sewing his old jants into the holes. Drew turns to the contest gang for help.... and it probably just turns into them psychoanalyzing Drew lolol

Remy we need to cook - Breaking Bad & Ratatouille crossover crackfic in which Jesse Pinkman becomes best friends with a talking rat!

No draft yet, just vibes:

The real Chloe & Eevee arc - Oneshots of episodes I wish had happened. Chloe meets Gary/Umbreon while accompanying Ash and Goh to dig for Hisuian remains. Horace has an Espeon, and they talk about their friendships with Goh and having a connection to a special Pokémon. She tries battles through meeting Nessa/Vaporeon, Volkner/Jolteon and Flint/Flareon. And the Serena episode also features May/Glaceon and Zoey/Leafeon!

Cheerleader fic - Gary POV, canon-compliant starting in OS. Was chatting with some friends and we hc that the cheerleaders are like cool (lesbian) aunt figures to Gary and I thought it'd be fun to actually, y'know, turn them into characters and explore their dynamic! (Potentially also for palletshipping week - I could see them helping Gary figure out his sexuality and his crush on Ash)

This shigesatogou concept where Gary is determined to meet Lugia and Ho-oh

Cilan & Burgundy fic in which Burgundy challenges Cilan to a battle with her newly-caught Purrloin. She realizes that he's scared of the Pokémon, so she begs for an evaluation with the sole purpose of gloating in his face when he can't do it >:)

#wip tag #wip #in a weird spot rn bc i've decided i wanna take it easier with writing this year #and give myself more time to yknow. apply for jobs and get out and see irl friends #but then ill still have some free time where i wanna write but im out of steam #tis a tricky balance! #especially with character and ship days that i wanna partake in #also feel a lil bad bc all my palletshipping week ideas are only like. incidentally palletshipping #like palletshipping is there but not quite the main focus if that makes sense #oh well lol