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autisticlancemcclain · 6 months

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fic rec friday 47

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

Damnit, Pidge by spirkylurkey

Pidge has some top-secret-classified-don't-tell-Keith-info that she accidentally lets slip to, you guessed it, Keith. Lance is an embarrassed mess. Keith isn't faring much better, to be honest.

this one made me LAUGH the way that this all pidge's fault and she's literally like. well. you shouldn't be so gay then. and she's right!! they're so dumb i love them

2. Operation: Faking It by @writeonclara

“What the hell, guys?” Pidge squawked, wrestling away from Matt. “Why are you pretending to be a couple?” Or: Matt and Lance pretend to be a couple because Shiro and Keith are clueless as hell.

do you guys remember shatt?? i remember shatt. adashi will always have my heart but shatt will literally always be funny bc ofc thats ur fic name. anyways. this fic is mostly klance but the entire concept is just so ridiculously goofy that u have to laugh. do you like lance and matt? do you like fake relationship to real relationship? do you like inverted tropes? do you like pining? do you like comedic jealousy? then this fic is well and truly for you because it has all that and more

3. all's well that ends well to end up with you by @coruscatingcatastrophe

Keith's jacket gets ruined, so Lance decides to be a good Samaritan and give him his. This is the beginning of the end.

megan's fic literally make me want to eat cement i'm so serious. i've read and been obsessed with TONS of her stuff but this one???? this fucking one???? oh god the slowburn kills me. the blossoming realisation that oh god we've been dating this whole time huh. the CHIVALRY...............a romance novel in the truest of senses and i am going to fry

4. as long as it won't separate you from me (i'll be fine) by @coruscatingcatastrophe

A little intrigued—not that she’d ever admit it—Pidge begins to climb the stairs. But before she even reaches halfway, the door—slams shut. All on its own, or so it seems. Pidge pauses, brows creasing in confusion, as she turns to look down at her dog. “Did you see that?” she asks. Peculiarly, she notes that Bae Bae’s fur is bristled, and he growls at the door before barking twice. That’s weird. Bae Bae never growls. Turning back to the door, Pidge feels unsettled, but she tells herself not to jump to ridiculous conclusions. There’s a logical explanation for everything. Maybe there was a gust of wind from the air conditioner, or the doorframe isn’t level. Whatever it is, she’s going to figure it out. - Or, a Beetlejuice au (kind of). Pidge isn't a fan of her new house, Lance and Keith are the ghosts haunting her attic, and together they hatch a plot to convince Shiro and Adam to skedaddle out of the house. There may be demon summoning involved. But seriously, Adam. Getting your hair set on fire really isn't that bad.

HAPPY (late) HALLOWEEN!!! ive been thinking about this fic all october and finally let myself reread it. ive never loved beetlejuice more than when i read this. it's so fun!! so interesting!! pidge gets a chance to shine!! klance are so!!! the way it had the story of beetlejuice but adapted well!! im!!

5. never thought i'd see the day in my life by @coruscatingcatastrophe

But Keith has somehow gone even paler in the short amount of time he’s been at the table, and he shakes his head. “No, something is . . .” His gaze flickers back to Lance, and he’s startled to find that Keith’s eyes are purple. They’ve got to be contacts. Ridiculous. As if the mullet and gloves and personality weren’t enough. Keith pushes away from the table abruptly, looking incredibly put-off now. “I, uh—gotta go,” he mutters, before angrily gathering up the backpack he’d dropped into the chair next to him and storming out of the cafeteria. “Huh,” Hunk says. “Well, that introduction could have gone a bit better. Don’t take it personally though; sometimes Keith’s just like that.” - Or, a Twilight au starring Lance as Bella, Keith as Edward, and the rest of the Voltron gang as themselves. Lance is insufferable, Keith is awkwardly trying to figure out why Lance is the way he is, and along the way they fall in love, or something. It's probably, definitely the best love story since Twilight itself.

now ive never read twilight and i refuse to on principle. but i didn't find this one creepy and instead it was super fun and dweeby and lance is indeed a ray of sunshine, thank you megan for noticing, and it turns out when the story isn't a hetero mormon wet dream it's actually a good time!!

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

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anna-scribbles · 1 year

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hey anna! the wait for kwami’s choice part 2 truly is abysmal and it’s so hard to navigate through the tag with all the leaks about, do you have any fic recs to tide us over until gloob puts us out of our misery?

not only do I have fic recs, I also have way too much to do rn and therefore will spend an inordinate amount of time crafting a detailed rec list for you 😘 (we can also just consider this my 2022 ao3 wrapped lol)

goes without saying perhaps, but ANYTHING by @peachcitt is gold and also uniquely devastating, some of my particular favorites being:

metamorphosis - 97k, enemies, sleepovers, you get it. i'm normal

those benevolent stars - 23k, ladrien thief/prince/soulmates au. what more do I even need to say

chat noir's white french man hit list for feminist purposes - 7k, hilarious and devastating, this fic is a child to me

double dare - 32k, ladrien, absolutely everything. cemented my friendship w/ peach bc I had to scream at her everyday abt it

I thought the plane was going down - 11k, attuned to my tastes specifically, adrinette having a History while on airplanes

@carpisuns also puts out banger after banger like it's her dayjob, specializing in understanding the ridiculous nature of the lovesquare to such a degree and also being the funniest person alive. some of my faves from her are:

tell me something I don't know - 120k, the marichat fic EVER, mar's dissertation on lovesquare and guess what she's right

pink - 14k wip, adrien loves marinette, SOFT

two idiots and a hamster (collab with @botherkupo) - 24k, adrinette roommates, makes me cry laugh

@picayunearts is a goddess on earth. she bends word and image flawlessly to her will. recently she has enraptured me with

final girl - 41k, marichat, au where marinette succeeds in giving up her miraculous to alya in origins. INCREDIBLE marinette character study

@rosekasa invented ladynoir and i'm not afraid to say it. check out everything on her ao3 but just note the following

when things were good - 15k wip, breakup fic/post hawkmoth takedown, has been ruining me in a SPECIAL way

new marinette 12k, post-guardianship memory loss marinette, a classic

like poles of a magnet - 12k, enemies au, hurts my feelings

ya'aburnee - 13k, ladynoir, HURTS ME VERY MUCH. I'VE NOT RECOVERED

@buggachat's fics always feel like i'm attending a course on adrien and marinette's true characterizations explained to me by someone with a PhD in lovesquare and I walk away enlightened. she has an incredible gift for storytelling and just Getting It. anyway read

maintaining a professional distance - 43k, ladynoir hotel room shenanigans, god-tier characterization

when you're near 10k, ladynoir dating but adrinette have never met, a classic

@sha-nwa should honestly quit her career and write lovesquare fanfiction for me full time. proof:

the way I loved you - 68k, marichat break up fic, will be cemented into my mind forever

photograph - 1k, sweet adrinette, abby loves making me cry

things WOULD be amiss if I did not mention @officialratprince (carolinaa on ao3) bc their fics derailed my homework schedule on several occasions last semester, though I'll be honest that their fics are not for the faint of heart or those who wish adrien agreste to have a good time. my faves are

I will take it / it can't go wrong series - 3 fics at 16k, 25k, and 39k, adrien's journey through experiencing child abuse and his friends being there for him, culminating in gabriel's court trial

home sick - 14k wip, adrien gets pneumonia and Everything Is Really Bad

other various fics I love for various reasons:

how hawkmoth got his groove back series by @agrestenoir - 2 fics at 3k and 1k, one of my favorite crack fics i read last year. had me crying laughing

1 step forward, 3 steps back by agnes writes - 10k, breaks my heart every time I read it. also makes me legitimately angry at adrien while still keeping him in character which is a feat in and of itself

the last day on earth by reiaji - 10k, chat blanc keeps happening as marinette gets older, I am incapable of not recommending this fic

okay now go forth and don't do your work<3

#such a struggle for me to hold back and not just list every single one of everyone's fics.#looking at this list I realiize that I in fact read a lot of fanfiction #I cant even find it within myself to feel cringe about it bc these are all legitimately so GOOD #ml #miraculous ladybug #ml fic rec #mlb fic rec #anna rambles #asks

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mickittotheman · 17 days

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hello new friend! ✨️

saw that post about random questions for your stories, i am yet to read much of your works besides the most recent galladrabble!

so help me get started, what's your favourite fic you've written? maybe your favourite line even? what inspired it?

New friend❗️❗️❗️❗️ 💫✨️ Thank you so much for the ask, I've been waiting to get home from work ALL DAY so I can answer this lol.

So, I do have some (very old) works floating around from past fandoms, but so far the only gallavich fics I've posted have been my drabbles.

But! I have been working on a gallavich fic since like a few weeks before I even made this sideblog, and by "working on", I mean "like over 100k into it so far and not even close to done"

Posting full chapters before I'm done with the entire fic always makes me nervous because what if i have a new idea and need to go back and change something, but I'm always happy to share scenes in the meantime!

Basic premise is it's a vaguely canon-compliant-ish au except they never met growing up. Ian is in his EMT post- Caleb era, and Mickey is newly escaped from the Milkovich House of Horrors and working as a bartender. Inspiration wise, I got this idea for one specific line (from IGGY of all people. like don't get me wrong Iggy is cool and all, but I honestly never thought about him that much until my need to write a stupid pun overcame me) and it somehow snowballed into an Entire Plot.

Anyways, long ramble aside, I have included one of the earlier scenes below if you are interested but if not of course that's fine okay byyyyeeeee 🫣 🤐 😶

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“Third drink of the night, Red,” Mickey says, sliding the newly filled glass of sprite back over to him. “Gonna hafta cut you off soon.”

“Ha fucking ha,” Red grumbles. Glares. Doesn't even try to hide the amused sparkle in his eyes.

He’s been acting weird today, though. Weirder than he usually is, and he’s already usually pretty fucking weird, so that's saying something.

He keeps shooting Mickey these little looks. Scrunching his brows together. Fiddling with his glass.

Mickey braces himself when Red suddenly takes a deep breath and opens his mouth, dreading what the guy might say. Might ask.

“Why do you call me Red?”

Mickey blinks. Out of all the questions he’d been steeling himself for, that hadn't been one of them. He’s not expecting it. Not expecting the serious look on Red’s face as he asks it. “Uh. Your hair. It’s red,” Mickey says like an idiot, as if the guy isn’t fucking aware of that fact.

Red huffs and rolls his eyes. Squints at Mickey suspiciously. Fiddles with his drink again. “Kinda starting to feel like you just don’t know what my name is.”

“Yeah, I don’t,” Mickey snorts.

Red falters. Nearly tips his glass over. “Seriously?” he asks. Looks a bit put out, a bit annoyed, a bit hurt, and over all really fucking ridiculous. “You don’t remember my name?”

Mickey cocks his brows. “You never fucking told me it, man.”

“I did! I–” Red’s eyes dart around, and Mickey assumes he’s flitting through his memories, trying and failing to find the moment he introduced himself. His skin goes all flushed (and Mickey doesn't think its adorable, because it’s fucking not) and he buries his face in his hands dramatically. “Oh my god. I am such an idiot.”

Mickey bites at his lower lip to reign in the smile threatening to pop up. Raps a fist on the bartop. “You good? You’re looking kinda red there, Red.”

Red splays out his fingers and aims a glare at Mickey from behind them. “Ian. My name’s Ian.”

Ian.

Mickey rolls it around in his head, on his tongue, getting used to the flavor of it. Ian. It’s good. Short and sweet, just like ‘Red’. Same amount of letters and everything. Flows better, though, the kind of name that sounds good when it's drawn out long and slow in a groan.

Holy fuck does Mickey need to get it together, this shit is getting fucking ridiculous.

Red– Ian– has regrouped himself while Mickey’s brain was falling to shambles. His pouty glare is back to full strength as he crosses his fucking treetrunk arms across his wide chest and fucking focus, Milkovich. “You didn’t think to fucking ask me what it was? This whole time?”

Mickey shrugs. Rubs at his lip. “Figured if you wanted me to know you would’ve told me.”

Ian uncrosses his arms to flail his hands around. Nearly knocks over his drink again. Mickey sagely reaches over and pushes it out of the danger zone. “Of course I wanted you to know! You think I wanted you to refer to me in your head by the color of my hair every time you think about me?”

“Who the fuck says I spend anytime thinking about your sorry ass?” Mickey shoots out, immediately on the defensive, because yeah, maybe he does spend too much fucking time thinking of Ian, but he’s not just gonna fucking admit to that.

Ian perks up at that. Grins that fucking grin that Mickey knows by now means trouble. “Didn’t say they had to be thoughts about my ass, specifically, but–”

“Shut the fuck up, Red–”

“Ian.”

“Ian,” Mickey mocks. He doesn't think he’s entirely imagining the way something sparks in Ian at the sound of his name in Mickey’s mouth, but he could just be confusing it with the way something in his own body gets set ablaze.

They both swallow. Mickey can see Ian’s adam's apple bob with it. He forces himself to tear his gaze away from Ian’s throat.

He thinks maybe Ian might be flirting with him sometimes. Maybe. But he’s not sure. Isn’t used to this.

Before, he’d always scope out his options, settle on a guy who seemed safe enough. Wouldn't have to say a word. Would just catch their eye, cock his brow, and jerk his head towards an exit. If they followed, great. If not, whatever. No skin off Mickey’s back.

He’s never done whatever this shit is. If this shit even is anything. Which, again, it could be.

Probably isn’t. He’s probably just gone too long without getting his dick wet. Is probably just pining like some fucking school girl after the unattainable quarterback, seeing signs that aren’t there. Fucking pathetic.

It ain't right. Mickey’s not fucking pathetic. He’s just not.

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That’s what he tells himself, at least, when he’s leaning his back against his front door hours later. Breath still panting, hand still shoved down his now sticky boxers, tongue still tasting Ian’s name, not even having made it to his fucking bed in his rush to get in and get off.

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#mechy answers #my scribblings #also YAY first ask on this blog whoop whoop 🎉#i can be bribed into sharing more scenes #and by “bribed” i mean “given the tiniest crumb of encouragement” lol #also NEW FRIEND YAY

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aquaquadrant · 2 months

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hey aqua, i'm here to ramble about your stupidly amazing au that's got me bouncing off the walls between chapters being posted

firstly, i put all the fics in a doc (because you know, I gotta keep track of what i've read and haven't read, and it's totally not because i want to save it forever and pass it on to my grandchildren)

the doc contains the warnings, summaries, a/n's and everything in between but i wouldn't think it would make a huge difference to the 100K WORDCOUNT

so here is is, the horrifying word count that is honestly longer than most actual published novels and the amount of pages, which to be honest, would be larger if this was actually printed in book size (font size proportionately to the page size), to which the page number would be.... too much, honestly. even I don't want to calculate that and i'm insane

now i assume you knew all this already, since you probably have also been writing this in a google doc to keep track of it, but then again docs slows down dramatically under 397 pages of brainrot-inducing writing so i dont expect you to be using it too often. if you are, congratulations and have a gold star

it's more of i'm collecting useless bits of information like this to show to whoever has read the series, because it's so good, it's so ridiculously amazing, and it so could be turned into a book if someone tried hard enough and i need people to back me up

heck, it's written so much better compared to most novels, it's just that good. i even turn to it when i don't feel like writing. i read it, and then through some miracle, i have all the writing talent and motivation in the world, seemingly having absorbed it from your work.

tldr: htpau is amazing. if you haven't read it you should read it. and it's that good that it literally could be a book. zero exaggeration. (can you tell that this thought has kept me awake many nights)

now hopefully you weren't too baffled to see such a long ask in your inbox, and hopefully you don't question me, as someone who hasn't read a proper novel in years, who has basically reread every chapter once or twice basically as soon as it comes out

i don't need therapy, i need more of your writing. (because hels no does chapter nine end like this) ba dum tss

and then, i leave you, with a gold star and many thanks ⭐

HAGAJDHJA HOLY SHIT

i do use google docs but i make a new one for every chapter for the reason u mentioned, once they’re past a certain page count it gets real slow and i don’t have the patience for that. so uh yeah, i don’t think i ever bothered to calculate the total running word count. it’s not the longest fic i’ve ever written, and i don’t think it will be by the time i finish it, but that’s definitely a NOT INSIGNIFICANT number of words, goddamn.

someone did bind one of my fics into an actual hard cover book once, just for their own personal use. man, that was sick. now i don’t think i’d ever try to alter a fic of mine to actually publish it, cuz so much of what i write hinges too much on the original content, but fan-bindings are A-OKAY so long as i get to see pics :3

anyway, no worries about the long ask, i love hearing from u guys. i’m flattered u went thru the trouble of consolidating it and i’m glad ur enjoying the au!

#hels to pay au #HTP ask

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psychedelic-ink · 1 year

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Hello everyone! Before proceeding I would like to explain the list I made, first of all, these are based on the fics I've been reading since April because before that I didn't make monthly fic recs and didn't have a proper tag for the fics I read. In the end, just scrolling endlessly through my posts to find the fics I read before would take too long so I decided to just start with April 💜 this are the fics that I've thought about constantly during the boring days.

fyi the numbers are just there to show how many, they don't mean anything. Also before clicking, please read all the warnings the author's put before proceeding.

I will also be doing a separate December fic recs post since I read a lot that I enjoyed but didn't include here.

Ngl, it was really hard to pick my top five and I would like to take this as an opportunity to say a huge thank you to everyone who created, consumed, or simply been a part of all the content flow. You are all fantastic; my year would be way worse without you all. The comfort I received from all of these is indescribable.

Categories:

Marvel ➞ peter parker, moonknight, doctor strange

Series ➞ AU's, horror vibes, fluff/slice of life, hurt/comfort

Part 2 because tumblr is annoying and glitching or there's too many links we will never know

The Mandalorian ➞ no categories direct top five

Miscellaneous Fandom ➞ no categories direct top five

PP characters ➞ AU's, fluff/smut, hurt/comfort & smut, smut, hurt/comfort, fluff

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋

𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫

Ridiculous by @peterthepark (tasm!peter)

This one I thought so much about and took inspiration from whenever I wrote a fic where the characters got high. It's sensual, spicy, and blond peter parker is an absolute menace.

2. Hide and Seek by @softtdaisy (tasm!peter)

This is incredibly soft with the perfect amount of feels. It's rare that I read anything without smut (what can I say, I'm thirsty always) but this one was amazing and just screams peter parker to me.

3. Sweet Girl of Mine by @inklore (tasm!peter)

this was one of the first things I read of Laura's and fell in love immediately. Peter is a menace in this one and if you want that man to praise you this fic is the way to go.

Peter, Alone by @light-yaers (peter parker x michelle)

I was deep into the mcu!peter x Michelle hole and while scouring tumble for fics for them this one popped up, still to this day I think about this. The angst, the hurt, it's all in here and I love it.

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Condemnation in Disguise by @inklore (marc spector)

This is one of those fics I think about again and again, I couldn't shake this one off after reading it for a while. I was just in love. The way you write the toxicity laced with love is stunning, this is one of my all-time favorites. Everything about this one is so raw and enticing.

2. Venus, Planet of Love by @peterthepark (steven grant)

The voice of Steven is stunning here. If you love friends to lovers I'm here to say that this is the one. It has all the feels and whenever I read it I just feel nice and fuzzy (and also horny because damn the smut is stunning)

3. Spirals and Skin by @clints-lucky-arrow (steven grant)

As someone with tattoos, I was mesmerized by this. I still think about how desperate Steven was in the kitchen and how he painted readers tattoos. Just amazing, I love it so much.

4. Mirror's Edge by @astroboots (marc , steven)

I will never, ever, forget this one. Especially the ending with steven being so comforting and coming out, and the writing stunning. The emotions I felt while reading this was so real.

5. Talking Shadows by @foli-vora (khonshu)

Yes, Khonshu. The writing is beautiful, the feeling, and the way Khonshu is constantly talking in the background. I couldn't forget this one even if I tried.

𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞

Once Upon A Dream by @wint3r-h3art (sinister strange)

Ngl after multiverse of madness my love for Doctor Strange took quite a large hit BUT Linda's writing in this was amazing and one of the doctor strange fics that stuck with me still to this day. It's dark, emotional and fantastic

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

In The Dark by @frannyzooey (ezra)

I'm pretty sure anyone who knows me knows how much I adore this series. It's my comfort, my safe space and Kelli's writing is to die for. The emotions this fic has is brilliant and I'll never forget it.

2. Stay Close by @ezrasbirdie (pero trovar)

This series has everything; action, spice, fluff, hurt/comfort. It's everything wrapped in an absolutely beautifully written package. I love it, one of the rare fics that I truly relate to the reader. I can never have too much of it.

3. Sex Worker!frankie morales au by @prolix-yuy (frankie morales)

This one feels like a nice warm bowl of soup on a cold day. It has all the feels, amazing story-building and the smut is delicious. I cannot recommend this one enough. One of my favorite frankie's.

4. Palomino by @fuckyeahdindjarin (jack daniels)

Another one of my comfort fics, cowboy jack is truly something else and a threat of giving me a heart attack. This fic is charming, the mutual pining is everything and I have no idea what I would do without it.

5. Mutual by @the-scandalorian (din djarin)

This is just one of those stories that makes me feel so much. I love Din in this, I love their relationship and how they come together. The drabble for the series absolutely wrecked my heart. It's hot, it's emotional and reader is one I can relate to. Just perfect.

𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔:

Celestial Navigation by @write-and-buried (dieter bravo)

The storytelling and world-building here is phenomenal. One of my favorite Dieter's and the fact that this is a coffee shop AU makes it even better. I will never forget the dirty talking in this, NEVER.

Adversity by @the-ginger-hedge-witch (ezra & frankie morales)

One of my favorite westerns to date, I love the combination of ezra and frankie and adore the way their relationship grows when a third is added. The writing is amazing and one of those fics I can't simply read forever.

Meant to be by @radiowallet (oberyn martell)

I honestly think that I don't scream about this one enough. Cat manages to show paintings with nothing but words and the story, the arranged marriage, the soulmates, everything about it is beautiful.

Darkroom Din by @honestly-shite

I love the details in this one of my other favorite Din's to read, the atmosphere and tension are so vivid in my head that I could legit feel it in my heart, just excellent.

𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐕𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐬

Still of the Night by @foli-vora (frankie morales)

This one sends chills down my spine, the raw fear and emotion this fic has are outstanding and memorable. I still have the scene with the radio locked in my head, giving me a good little fear when nighttime rolls around. (and the adorable chip is a huge bonus)

2. Like a Moth To the Flame by @the-scandalorian (din djarin)

Monster Din is one of the best creations and I adore him. The word you built with this one is so vivid and as I said before whenever it rains I think about them, monster!din going on a hunt lives rent-free in my mind, and the scene where reader is taking a dip in the lake.

3. Postcards by @write-and-buried (joel miller)

Reading this gave me goosebumps, everything that happens in it feels so real and I love how tense everything feels from chapter one. One of the joel fics that inspire me the most.

4. Reflective by @prolix-yuy (max phillips)

I screamed about this to you multiple times but honestly, this two-parter lives rent-free in my head. Especially the scene after reader leaves, absolutely horrifying and sexy, best of both worlds.

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟/𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞

Homecoming by @astroboots (frankie morales, santiago garcia)

Ah yes, homecoming. My second biggest comfort fic. It seriously helped me through a lot and everything about it I love. One of my favorite portrayals of Santiago, I relate to him a ridiculous amount and this series will forever live in my heart.

2. Stranger At My Gate by @leslie-lyman (pero tovar)

This is the perfect holiday/winter read. I love this one a not-so-normal amount, it gives me all the feels, laughter, and all the good warm fuzzy feelings. I love the story-telling, the magic, and your pero I adore.

3. Learning curves by @ezrasbirdie (frankie morales)

I read this when I wasn't in such a good place mentally and I swear that it healed me. The emotion, the fluff, the angst, all of it combined in this masterpiece of a series. I feel seen with this one and will never forget the frankie x benny x reader threesome. Live rent free in my head always.

4. Like a River by @radiowallet (marcus moreno, frankie morales)

I remember reading this like it was yesterday. The way their relationship blooms and forms despite the awkward moments is stunning and the way you thread everything together is outstanding. Again, like with all your works, I am in awe of your talent of making the reader able to literally see what you're describing.

Calculated Risks by @pedrito-friskito (dieter bravo)

This fic is the perfect friends-to-lovers story to me, I love the fact that it grew into something more after a one shot and the way you have written their relationship growing and evolving is heartwarming. One of my favorite Dieter's.

𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔:

Desires & Complications by @ezrasbirdie (marcus pike & dave york)

Reading this was an amazing treat, I loved every bit of it. The way Marcus called dave for help, the way Marcus realizes things about his sexuality, I love this one with all my heart. I never thought about Marcus & Dave before and this fic just opened my eyes. So emotional and comforting.

A Room With A View by @absurdthirst (zach wellinson)

The first Zach fics I read and it was amazing. I love how they spontaneously meet and reading how Zach slowly regains his confidence thanks to reader's kindness. Zach's shower I will never forget.

𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

Funny Girl by @radiowallet (dieter bravo)

The first fic I read of yours and it was love at first sight. The ending is still with me and the storytelling is something I take inspiration from when writing my own work. Loved the details, the enemies to lovers, the angst, the smut-- One of my faves for sure.

2. Between the Raindrops by @jazzelsaur (frankie morales)

The emotions this one makes me go through are such an amazing ride. The characterization, the way you tie everything together is true craftsmanship and I am here for it. This series brought me near to tears despite the fact that I still haven't finished it yet (which is a crime) It's one of the most amazing things I read and Ellie (and you ofc) really inspired me to write my own ofc's.

3. you're somebody else @foli-vora (marcus pike )

Thinking about the betrayal in this one still makes my chest ache not gonna lie. Absolutely brutal but yet also intriguing, love the way you've written Marcus here, it's one of those stories that makes your mind crawl back to it

4. Red Flags Masterlist by @astroboots & @thirstworldproblemss (moonknight)

This one is absolutely one of my favorite Moonknight fics, the characterization is superb, the feeling and emotion this one has got me every time. It made me laugh multiple times and also made me worry about what might happen. Stunning writing and perfect in every way

5. One Step at a Time by @foli-vora (pero tovar)

This fic has lived in my mind rent free ever since I read it. I adore your Pero here and how they slowly learn to trust one another. This one isn't completed yet but I just cant wait to read more.

Click here for part 2 !

#.sil’s monthly fic recs #end of the year fic recs #2022 love posts #so much content yet so little time #fic recs #favourite fics #writer love <3 #part two coming out shortly #this took me longer then I though #anyway love you all you amazing people

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maybege · 8 months

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May you have once again crippled me with your single dad!Boba/matchmade!Boba thoughts 😩🤤🥴

Your Boba AUs are my own true weakness 😮‍💨

Some thoughts for ✨thirst hour✨ to follow up your Thanksgiving with Boba:

You stare at Boba's number in your phone on and off for a week trying to decide whether or not to invite him to your cousin's Christmas party. It's a much more laid-back affair that she puts on for the younger members of the family to enjoy without the burden of sour aunties and drunk uncles

There's no pressure to be coupled up for the party but you find yourself wanting Boba at your side, wanting his arm around your waist and his voice in your ear. The heat of the kiss you shared at Thanksgiving still burns hot in your veins and you long for an excuse for his lips to be on your body again

Eventually you break and call him. You try not to read too much into the fact he remembered what your favorite Christmas cookies are or that he offered to bring them. Despite your feelings, you want to try and keep things professional between the two of you--just because you had fun together doesn't mean this isn't just a job for him

It doesn't help when Boba keeps tucked into his side entire night or that his green button up makes him look even more amazing than usual or that he's a surprisingly good dancer when the music comes on. He twirls you around like princess at a ball, leading you effortlessly through the music. He looks so happy and you're having such a great time that you don't notice that the pair of you are now swaying under the mistletoe

Boba does, however, smiling impishly and motioning up to it with his chin. Heat flashes through you, a thousand panicked thoughts jumbling your words. "O-oh, um, we don't have to, if you're not... I mean, um, if you don't want to..."

Boba chucks up your chin, his brown eyes sparkling and warm. "I want to, princess," he murmurs gently, stroking his thumb over your bottom lip, "I've wanted to kiss you all night."

Ok I'm going to stop now before I make myself insane :))))

Okay okay okay, I love everything about this. It gives me holiday movie romcom vibes in the best way and I can see it so clearly. 🥺😭

Boba took ages to get ready and his kids tease him about how their usually so calm and collected dad asked them five times whether they were really sure that the dark green button down was the way to go ...

... and you spent a ridiculous amount of time sifting through your special occasion dresses to find The One that is not way too over the top but is also pretty (and maybe even sexy) enough to significantly heighten the chances of Boba touching you again.

Despite your nervousness, once you actually see each other, everything is just perfect. The entire night is a smooth ride full of whispered jokes, flirty banter, and - most importantly of all - Boba's hand on the low of your back as soon as you stand next to each other.

It gets even better when he asks you to dance with him, leading you through the steps to the low music and the twinkly lights shining above your heads. You both use the excuse to just gaze at each other (as part of you playing a couple, of course, and not because you are hopelessly in love with each other.)

And then the mistle toe? Be still my beating heart.

He is so proud of how brave you are to ask him so he makes sure to show you just how much he doesn't mind kissing you - how much he wants to kiss you. Maybe he intended it to be a short kiss at first, keeping in mind that this is still somewhat of a family gathering. But then you sigh and completely melt into him and before long, he has his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you closer and you both feel the fireworks between you.

You are so out of breath when you pull apart and maybe one of your cousins makes a joking remark about how you ought to "take a room, you two" and Boba leans down to your ear and whispers, "We might just do that."

it's thirst hours with may - come join us!

#may answers #thirst hour with may #matchmade!boba vibes #boba fett x reader

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herrscherofmagic · 1 year

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"There's hope in the wide blue sky"

Let's combine Ace Combat* and Honkai, said no one ever- except me :)

I have so, so much to say about this art. But it's 4am, I'm tired, and I just spent half an hour writing something that all got deleted because doing Ctrl+Z on Tumblr apparently undoes everything instead of just going back a little bit. so I lot like 10+ paragraphs of shit I had written down and I'm not gonna go back over all of it right now T_T

*note, this isn't actually based on any Ace Combat story

anyways, here's the TL;DR of what I was gonna say:

Honkai characters, jet planes. that's it! except not really, I've actually put a ridiculous amount of thought into this. A bit too much. really, way too much.

I have a whole AU built around this idea and I've been developing it for a couple months now. This artwork is the first time I'm actually releasing something related to this story, but I want to do more. Maybe comic someday, but definitely more art and probably some written stories too.

I'm also going to put HoV as the protagonist of this, and instead of her being a Herrscher, she's a normal person alongside Kiana, Bianka, and the rest of the crew. In this AU there's no Herrschers, just larger Honkai beasts like Chiyou, so we have HoV as a Kaslana sibling alongside Kiana and Bianka.

After all, we've seen it before- in Honkai Quest, HoV and Kiana were sisters! And in the main story we see Kiana and Bianka consider each other sisters. So why not put all three of them together in one big happy Kaslana family~

The story would probably focus on HoV and her relationships with her sisters and the rest of the Schicksal valks, especially Rita- I'm thinking of pairing her with Rita in this story since they'd probably be in the same age group (since Rita is one of the older Valkyries, and I feel like HoV would fit neatly into that category too).

Each of the Kaslana siblings would have their own bit of trauma to deal with, and even though the story is about a bunch of girls with fighter jets, I've actually been putting a lot of effort into thinking about their interpersonal relationships and how they view the world. This isn't just "haha nyooom planes", I really want to make a serious story about this y'know x-x

So yeah. I'll probably make a post talking more about this someday, but I'm about to head on a trip so it'll probably be a few weeks before I have time for that.

Oh yeah and I'm pretty sure the image quality is a bit screwed up but again, it's 4am. I'm done. cy@

#honkai impact 3rd #hi3rd #honkai 3rd #honkai art #herrscher of the void

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mamamittens · 1 year

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Trick or Treat

Day #14 of Spooktober (no, you're not missing a post, I've just delayed #13 for a few days)

Fandom: One Piece (Everyone is young and nothing hurts AU)

Ship: None

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,039

Bit of a weak end but I deeply underestimated how much work would ride my ass this month, and I need to shower and go to bed like... now lol. So this is mostly just for cuteness and to 'finish' on Halloween, don't look too deep into it.

Ace tightened the bow under Luffy’s chin, the seven-year-old bouncing on his heels with excitement, dark eyes wide and gleaming. Despite his best efforts, Ace couldn’t help but smirk.

“Think you can keep your costume on all night, Luffy?” Ace asked, stepping away to admire the completed look. Makino did good work putting together the patchwork cloak for Luffy’s ‘ghost’ costume, tied securely with a bright red ribbon around his neck that matched the straw hat he refused to go without. She was also the one who made the gloves and wolf ears for Ace himself, along with helping Sabo apply the vampire makeup. Out of the three of them, Sabo had the least amount of work to do, having plenty of spare fancy clothes to work with.

“Yeah! You wait and see, I’ll have my costume on all night!” Luffy reassured him. Ace snorted, rolling his eyes. He refused to believe he was so childish at that age.

Obviously, at the much wiser age of twelve, Ace knew more than Luffy did. Which is why he agreed to dress up with his baby brother to begin with. Knowing Luffy as he did, he would probably follow some random stranger around for extra candy if he thought he could get away with it. Sabo rolled his eyes and smiled.

“Sure you will, Luffy. Remember to thank Makino before we go!” Sabo reminded him. Luffy froze in shock, horrified suddenly.

“Oh no! I almost forgot! Thank you, Sabo!” Luffy cried out, racing back to the house where Makino stood with a bowl of candy and a patient smile. Luffy leapt up, latching his arms around her neck as she laughed, trying not to drop Luffy or the candy. “Thank you Makino-nee! Mwah!” Luffy pressed a messy, childish kiss to her cheek before dropping back down and rushing back to their side.

“Are you going to thank Makino too, Ace?” Sabo asked with a sly grin, plastic fangs poking out from his lips. Ace sputtered and hissed.

“Shut. Up!” Ace bristled at the reminder of his crush, but otherwise ignored the comment. He’d thank Makino by giving her some of his candy later. Huffing, he stormed away, not waiting for his dumb brother to catch up as he laughed.

“Hey! Hey! Where are we going first, Ace? Can we go to Gramp’s house? Last year he gave out whole rotisserie chickens!” Luffy cheered. Ace shuddered at the reminder.

“Uh—absolutely not.” Ace muttered nervously, mind viciously flashing back to the running they had to do to keep the chicken. “H-Hey! How about we see if Law will join us?” Ace distracted his little brother. Sabo cocked a brow and smirked again.

“Traffy! Yeah! Let’s get him! C’mon Ace! C’mon Sabo!” Luffy cheered, dashing ahead of them to the fancy house at the end of the street.

Law was dressed up as a mad scientist, white lab coat splattered with fake blood and black gloves on his hands. Ridiculous hat still in place as he glared Kid, who was dressed in an excessive amount of leather alongside his friend Killer, like they belonged in a biker gang.

“Ah. Luffy. Are we going together?” Law sighed. Luffy, quite naturally, exploded with excitement.

“Yeah! We’re going to Gramp’s house last to see if he gives us meat again!” Luffy cheered.

“The hell we are!” Ace bit out reflexively, heart shuddering. Knowing their luck, they’d have to navigate a haunted maze to ‘earn’ anything. And trying to bully Luffy through a scary event was well past what Ace wanted to do with his time tonight.

“Tsk, let’s just get this show on the road, losers.” Kid snarled. And so, three became six.

Later, if he was asked, he would claim to not know when the hell their small group became a small army of children. Ussop joined with Sanji and Chopper—a knight, prince, and magician respectively—followed by Nami dressed as a witch dragging a samurai Zoro. Brook snuck in somehow with Franky, Robin, and his own friend Deuce. All four dressed as ‘tourists’ in Hawaiian shirts with a large, white cardboard frame for a ‘picture’.

Their first victim was, also naturally, Shanks. Dressed as Freddy Krueger, he laughed loudly and passed them each king-sized chocolate bars with a wink. Buggy scoffed, business suit with devil horns and wings downright subdued to his normal attire. Naturally, he handed out small packets of cotton candy when asked politely. All the while acting as though he had no idea why anyone was bothering him so late at all.

Crocodile didn’t have any costume at all and gave them a single snack size snickers bar, a trend that followed with all of Gramp’s colleagues.

“Well, look what we have here! Fine, well-behaved children ready to pay the toll!” Doflamingo crowed, looming over them from behind his gate.

Ace hissed at him alongside Law.

“The hell we are!” Ace shoved Luffy behind him.

“Hello uncle.” Law muttered in disdain. “Does dad know you’re trying to bully kids for candy again?” Law asked with a sneer.

Doflamingo sniffed, head jerking away at the implication.

“Your candy haul sucks anyway.” Doflamingo clicked his tongue and stalked away without another word.

“Ah! Luffy! Look who I brought!” Ace’s head snapped in the direction of Jinbe’s voice. The fishman was dressed up as a ghost too, a sheet with holes covering almost his entire body. Behind him was a familiar group of older kids.

“Pineapple!” Luffy cheered, bounding up the street to tackle Marco’s leg. He was, in fact, dressed up as a pineapple. How literally anyone managed that, Ace had no idea. Thatch snickered beside him, dressed as a cowboy alongside Izo, who made a very convincing naval captain (Gramps was going to lose it if he sees the costume and the last thing Ace wanted was to sit around while Gramps and Pops argued for three hours about them joining the Marines again).

“Alright! Looks like the party’s really getting started!” Thatch cackled, ruffling Ace’s hair as he dutifully inspected everyone’s costumes. “Hey, I hear there’s a corn maze and hay rides on the other side of town. Pops agreed to give us a lift if you wanna try it out!” Thatch grinned, winking at Ace.

Ace could feel his face flush in embarrassment despite nodding.

His family was large, noisy, and ridiculously everywhere he turned but… he really wouldn’t have it any other way.

#one piece #portgas d ace #asl brothers #sabo op #straw hat luffy #cameos abound #spooktober #happy halloween #enjoy a small bit of cuteness #whitebeard pirates #sfw fluff

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cable-knit-sweater · 2 years

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Hi Maya dear. Sorry I've been offline a lot but I just wanted you to know I miss you and hope you're doing well.

I also came bearing this pic of Chris that looks like some kinda Escort AU Steve Rogers. Bucky is off camera absolutely losing his mind. 🤣

https://twitter.com/doctorfan06/status/1581452789741277185?s=19

Hi lovely Navya 💕💕💕

I’m so happy you dropped by!! I miss you so much too, and I hope you’re doing well? 💛💛 You definitely don’t have to apologize to me for being offline a lot, we all need that sometimes, or life just gets in the way. Either way, I’m always happy to hear from you 🥰 Especially when you drop wonderful Chris content in my inbox 😂😂

I can totally see the Escort AU Steve in this, oh my god. What a time that was, when Chris was still doing shirtless photoshoots 😫🥵…at some point he just decided to be slutty in a different way these days I guess, but good goddd.

I can definitely see Bucky (I almost wrote Seb here, which, fair, he probably would too 😂) lose his mind over this. I might have to steal this idea lol. Some thoughts below the cut.

But if we’re thinking real AU…what if Bucky is completely done with dating. He needs a date to some kind of work event, and he decides to use a service. He’s never done this before, but he feels like he doesn’t have any other options, and the last thing he wants is to be the only person showing up by himself. When Steve shows up at the venue, he kind of loses his mind. This guy is gorgeous. He’s dressed flawlessly, but even those clothes can’t hide the muscled body underneath. Bucky has to swallow to keep from drooling. He saw the photos on the website, but god damn, those don’t do him justice.

It’s not just his ridiculous body. His face, with sparkling blue-green eyes, a strong jaw line…even his nose and ears are perfect. What the fuck, Bucky thinks. Why am I even thinking about his nose? He tries to keep his cool, at least a little bit, but Steve, once they’ve got the initial introductions out of the way, notices his nerves, and tries to put him more at ease.

So yeah, besides looking like he’s been carved from marble, he’s apparently also a sweetheart. Bucky is so screwed.

They spend the minimum amount of time needed at the event. Bucky hates these things, but with Steve, it’s not so bad. He blends in with the crowd seamlessly, knows the exact right thing to say, somehow figures out exactly which people Bucky dislikes and pointy comments ready for them. The only thing Bucky can do is look on in awe.

He hadn’t actually planned on taking Steve home. Just hired him to be his date for the night. But when they leave and get in the car, he can’t actually bring himself to ask Steve where to drop him off. Instead, he asks him if he wants to come back to his place, for a nightcap. Steve smiles at him, squeezes his thigh, and tells him he’d love to, his touch and his rumbling voice making Bucky’s breath hitch and his pants feel tight.

They get to Bucky’s apartment, and while he goes to get them some drinks, he leaves Steve to explore. When he comes back into the living room, Steve is taking off his coat. Bucky freezes when he sees he’s not just taking off his coat, but his shirt is also completely unbuttoned, putting his toned abs and chest on display.

“See something you like?” Steve asks, smirking. Bucky can’t find himself to care about how cheesy the line is. Not when his heart feels like it’s beating out of his chest, not when all he can think about is wanting to drop down to his knees right there and then.

#maya answers #chris evans #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #stucky au #Navya 💕💕💕

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calmthefuckdownalright · 2 years

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I See Red: Simpbur x Reader

Summary: Simpbur notices your ex harassing you at work and decides to take things into his own hands.

Warnings: Blood, violence, mentions of abuse and cheating, night terrors, vomiting

Pairing: Simpbur x Reader

AU: Workplace AU (self-made)

Viewer's Discretion is advised. Tread lightly my loves o7

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You'd broken up with Jared 8 months ago. No 9. Yet you still woke up with nightmares and kept bandaids in your jacket wherever you went. Neosporin too and some Ibuprofen for headaches.

He haunted you with his angry voice and rageful eyes. The hands that could bruise so easily and cut skin with the rings decorating his fingers. Jared was a monster and your co-workers had warned you.

"You alright?" The man across from you leaned over slightly, a guitar in his hands and resting on his knee. Simpbur was what everyone called him but his name tag said Wilbur.

Wilbur was by far your closest friend in the office and when you'd been with Jared it had made your ex livid that you often took lunchbreak with your desk partner rather than him. The Warehouse had lunch and hour after you all in the office did so it was just inconvenient.

"Yeah, just didn't sleep well again." You cleared your throat and resumed the adamant typing you'd paused for to spiral in your own thoughts.

"Nightmares again?" Wilbur asked quietly. The corner you and him worked in was secluded and empty besides the two of you. It reminded you of the HR department in that show The Office. Or the Accounting section of the famous TV show.

"The usual, yeah." You sighed and slumped your head onto your forearms letting out a pitiful groan. "It's ridiculous." You huffed. Wilbur chuckled and clicked a pen. When you looked up he was twisting it swiftly in between his fingers.

"What was this one about?" He asked with a smile. Wilbur was your best friend and somehow a therapist in a way. The man knew an obscene amount about psychology and the brain for such a musically centered being.

"Jared." You mumbled and avoided his coffee brown eyes. The pen stopped clicking and you felt Wilbur shift to a more serious demeanor. "I dreamt that..." You shuddered and nearly gagged at the memory. It was painful but you knew it was better to talk about it than to repress it.

"I dreamt that we were fighting again. Something about him coming back drunk and smelling of a chick's perfume or whatever. It was more a memory than a dream really. I remember a fight like it." You carried on steadily gaining confidence as you spoke. "And he still had a beer in his hand and I told him we were done, I was leaving for good and he smashed it on the counter." Your brow furrowed. The details were horrifying. Clear as crystal in your head by the intrusive images.

"God Will there was glass everywhere." You breathed and felt your hands begin to shake uncontrollably. There was a squeak across the desks and you looked up to see Wilbur standing and walking around to you. He was quiet as he kneeled down and pulled you into his chest. Even in your chair and him on his knees he was just about your height. The man's genetics were absurd.

"There's no glass now darling. Just ceramic mugs." He joked and pulled away with a smile. A goofy, lighthearted smile that hid away the dark and violently crazed look in those brown eyes. The warm mug of coffee they'd been had become a charred log about to crack under the pressure of time.

You laughed and pushed him back, sliding back to your computer with ease.

"Thanks ya Simp. Now get back to work before Clay fires us." You sniffed and watched as Wilbur sat down. He spun in his chair comically and strummed the guitar in a tune that made your morning ten times better and the night terror drift away.

⏳

Five o' clock rolled around and before you knew it you and Wilbur were heading out to each others cars which coincidentally were parked next to each other.

"I'll be down in a sec Wil. I've got some things to put in the spreadsheet first." You said and stretched your arms up. Wilbur smiled and nodded at you before taking his coat and heading down.

It didn't take you long,only about ten minutes. You hoped Wilbur wasn't freezing his ass off in the evening chill that was no doubt settling down on the parking lot.

Just as you were about to walk out the front door someone grabbed your wrist and you turned around to face bloodshot eyes and the horrid smell of rancid beer and whisky.

"Where the Hell do you think you're going?" Jared growled and you immediately pulled away.

"What the Hell do you think you're doing?!" You hissed back and wretched your arm out of his grasp, bolting for the door.

"Get back here! I'm not done with you!" Jared chased you in his drunken stupor but as soon as you made it outside there was someone between you two.

A swift fist blasted through the cold into Jared's face and he fell back easily on his unsteady feet. How the fuck did he get so drunk in the first place?! Alcohol on the premise wasn't allowed under any circumstances. Not even company parties or if someone rented the building.

Wilbur was there on him, picking him up and throwing blow after blow onto Jared. You stood there and watched slightly horrified as your ex managed to land a sloppy blow on Wilbur. You saw blood from his nose but more coming from Jared. His eyes were swelling and cuts festered on his face already.

"Wilbur!" You yelled but your coworker didn't seem to hear. "Wilbur stop! You'll kill him!" You yelled again and Wilbur knocked one more punch into Jared before pushing him away where he fell on the pavement and curled into himself, vomiting and bleeding.

You gagged and looked away.

"Y/N, are you alright?" You nodded at the question and grabbed Wilbur's coat, pulling him away. "Y/N you look like you're about to puke." Wilbur warned and you rushed to the bushes where you did retch out whatever was left of your lunch and odd snacks in between projects.

Wilbur held you steady and pulled away your hair while rubbing shaky circles on your back.

"I-I think I'm done now." You gasped and felt Wilbur get up. A car door opened, there was a tear of something and the pop of a lid, then the car door closed and something damp ran across your face gently as you sat up.

"You shouldn't have done that Wilbur. " You breathed and leaned into his shoulder as your body shook.

"And why not?" He seemed to growl. You shut your eyes to only be greeted by those bloodshot eyes and rancid breath.

"You could get fired for one." You listed.

"The office has security cameras. They'll see I was only protecting you." Wilbur insisted. You opened your eyes to see Wilbur's knuckles busted open and bleeding quite a bit.

"Wil your hands." You lifted his hand carefully. Both your hands shook from the adrenaline. The cold bit at your bodies like a hungry wolf but you didn't care. Both of you probably needed to go to a hospital or something. In the very least a pharmacy to get a first aid kit.

"They'll be fine." Wilbur curled his fingers over yours in an atempt to be assuring. Together your hands shook in each other. You didn't hardly notice Wilbur was still holding you until you caught yourself matching your breathing to his surprisingly calm heartbeat. Was he not scared? Rushed with adrenaline? How was he so calm?

"We should go." You said quietly and could almost hear the despair in Wilbur's chest.

"Why don't you spend the night at my place for a while? Just to make sure he doesn't try anything else." Wilbur offered and his off hand curled around your shoulder. Or maybe it had been like that and your body hadn't realized the touch until now.

You were so aware of your body against his but not at the same time. It felt natural and right.

"That sounds like a decent idea." You nodded and moved to get up, Wilbur didn't let you. He stood up first then helped you to your feet before leading you to the passenger door of his car.

"Thanks Wil." You said gently and climbed in buckling your seat belt quickly. The ride was silent and more than once you caught Wilbur's hand shaking as it reached over to grab yours. You pulled away to look out the window at the scenery passing by aimlessly. Wilbur's knuckles were still torn and you could see the skin yellowing from bodily fluids mixing with the blood of his and Jared's. Gruesome.

"So what're you thinking for dinner then? All I've got is just about some ramen and maybe stuff for a half decent sandwich." Wilbur said after several moments of quiet. Apartment buildings skimmed by outside the window.

"I...Wil I just witnessed a brawl between my best friend and my drunk ass ex abuser. Food is hardly what's on my mind right now, sorry." You admitted. You hadn't meant for it to sound so calloused but it was what was true. Jared's eyes were glued in your mind and even the thought of eating after seeing so much blood was brutal on your stomach.

"Abuser?" Wilbur's voice was soft and this time his hand did grab yours. It was steady and the veins hidden under the skin pulsed to the top like pistons.

You realized your words as you looked at your hands. 'Abuser.' Yes that was what Jared had been to you. An abusive asshole who cheated on you, or perhaps cheated on others with you. You were a fool but he was the one making you so.

"Y-Yeah....abuser." You clarified and started to undo your seatbelt. Wilbur's car parked but he kept the doors locked and shut off the engine.

"Y/N...how badly did that bastard hurt you?" When you looked at Wilbur it was like seeing a whole other person. This was not your best friend. This man in the driver's seat holding your hand looked like someone who would do anything for you. He looked like someone who loved you and wanted to eliminate everything, or one, that might harm you.

Simpbur...

Wilbur's POV (back at the Office)

Nightmares again. Wilbur saw it in your eyes as soon as you sat down. It'd been eight months, twenty-two days, and nearly ten hours since you and him broke up. Eight months and sixteen days since you started telling Wilbur about the night terrors. Some nights you didn't wait, couldn't, until you go to the office and called him instead.

Your ringtone was his alarm, your favorite song by his band Lovejoy. It woke him up like a shockwave every time he heard it. His brain knew it was you in a way. If it was his alarm it meant he was going to work to see you. If it was a call it meant you couldn't sleep.

And every time it was about that guy. The same one you had always been doubtful of but infatuated by nonetheless ever since he was hired. Jared. The prick with the bad haircut in his songs and the one who made you swoon with a wink or giggle with a kiss. The one he had wanted to be.

Had wanted to be. Past tense. Now he made Wilbur see red every time you spoke his name or insinuated his presence. You weren't over him clearly, Wilbur knew this. As your best friend (and personal stalker in a way) Wilbur knew how far gone Jared had led you. Down paths of many tears and persuaded toxic fights.

Jared was a bastard in the lowest of Wilbur's standard. Bastard was like calling the Devil God's Favorite in Wilbur's opinion. It didn't compare to what he really was but still accurate.

"What was this one about?" Wilbur smiled and clicked the pen on and off his chin and fingers as he fiddled with the writing utensil. He watched as your face fell and reached for the memory of the dark dream. He hated seeing that part of you. The part in the spiral and rabbit hole dug by an evil man with a shovel. If you'd let him he would fill those holes and plant willow or apple trees. He'd take you to the garden store and pick out seeds and saplings until every dark spot was lit up with the smell of fruit and fireflies.

"Jared." You mumbled. A shudder rocked your body and Wilbur stopped twirling the pen as you spoke. This one was bad. Not a rerun like some but a new one that clearly should've warranted a call at 4 am or something. He always feared that the times you didn't call him for such terrors was because you couldn't wake up. That you were trapped in those nightmarish worlds.

"I dreamt that we were fighting again. Something about him coming back drunk and smelling of a chick's perfume or whatever. It was more a memory than a dream really. I remember a fight like it." Wilbur's blood boiled in his veins. Of course these were all memories of some kind. Now that he thought of it he remembered you coming into work with several uneasy cuts on your cheeks and arms that you'd tried to cover with concealer. This was before you and him had really been more than morning chatters and lunch break buddies. "And he still had a beer in his hand and I told him we were done, I was leaving for good and he smashed it on the counter."

"God Will there was glass everywhere." You shook and Wilbur spotted tears prickling at the edges of your eyes. His body went into panic mode. Adrenaline rushed him and before he knew what was happening he was holding you to his chest.

"There's no glass here darling. Just ceramic mugs." Wilbur realized how close you were. He could hear your heartbeat, your battered lungs trying to keep whatever plagued you inside like a ship in a bottle. He looked at your face with a smile. The best one he had to try and hide the burning log in his eyes.

Red pricked at his vision as he thought of every possible memory of you coming in limping or with even a bandaid on your finger. Jared was behind your nightmares. Your suffering and Wilbur couldn't stand it.

"Thanks ya Simp. Now get back to work before Clay fires us." You pushed him away and Wilbur played along. That word. Simp. It fueled his fiery desire to punish your ex.

"Check it! Simpbur's moved up the food chain hasn't he?!"

Jared's mocking tone shattered Wilbur's focus as he looked up to see the whole warehouse piling in after him. Wilbur had once been in the warehouse but actually did his work and got moved up to inventory. In the office. He even had his own little desk he could tune guitars at. Away from the picking eyes of his co-workers downstairs.

"That's not my name Jared." Wilbur sighed out and went back to writing down the numbers he was paid to write down.

"Who says? Seems to fit you rather well with how you trail after Y/N." Jared swiped the pencil out of Wilbur's hand and sent a dark lead streak across the spreadsheet. Wilbur agree at the sheet, putting his hand gently onto the paper despite the tension making his veins pop on the back. He kept his head down, breathing.

"Answer me when I'm talking to you, you wanker!" Jared's hands grabbed Wilbur's collar and lifted him out of the chair. Wilbur swung and hit Jared's jaw making him release the inventory keeper. Wilbur was quick to dial the phone to Management.

Before Jared could make another move for Wilbur, Clay Dream picked up the phone and was on speaker.

"Yes Wilbur? Is something wrong?" The cool voice said over the speaker.

"Well yeah, I'm-" Wilbur started but Jared cut in.

"No no! Nothing's wrong Clay! Just a slight mishap with the numbers. We're all good!" Jared rushed out with a murderous look in his eyes as Wilbur tugged a smile off his lips.

"Alright. Glad we got it sorted out." Clay said and Wilbur clicked the speaker.

"Stay the fuck away from Y/N, Simpbur. Or there will be consequences not even Clay can save you from." Jared growled.

"Is that a threat?" Wilbur huffed. "Oh and that's still not my name. Go back to lifting things Jared, before I pull the security footage." Wilbur countered with a devilish smirk.

The two males stared each other down and the one with the broken pencil won.

The rest of the day was a blur to Wilbur. A constant motion of fading conversations behind his eyes as he ran through cords and thoughts. What else had Jared done to you?

He broke a string and it snapped up, slicing at his finger. You were in the bathroom thankfully and didn't hear him unleash the string of curses as he pulled open his bottom drawer. Inside he kept a first aid kit and several boxes of bandaid's and tubes of Neosporin.

Wilbur spiraled in his head and by the time it was 5 'o clock he had enough pent up anger that he knew he would need to go by the market and grab another poster to hang.

"I'll be down in a sec Wil, just got some things to put on the spreadsheet first." You smiled at him and he grabbed his keys, walking downstairs to his car.

The elevator scared him a little so he opted for the stairs. It'd been making a horrible sound as of late.

By the time he was at his car you were rushing out the building with a frantic look and clouds of breath leaving your mouth in panic.

Wilbur was crossing the parking lot in wide strides just as an unstable figure chased you out the office doors. At first Wilbur thought the zombie apocalypse had finally started and a wild fantasy of the two of you being the only humans left on Earth shot into his mind. Then he noticed the hair and nice shirt ironed and combed to perfection despite the disheveled appearance of the rest of the man.

Jared. Jared and he was yelling at you. The cauldron of anger resting in his chest clawed at his throat. At his hands and feet as he crossed the asphalt in a few steps.

A swift fist cut through the air and collided with Jared's face. The clearly drunken man stumbled down and fell. Wilbur knew he should stop now. Get you away from your ex and back home where you could be safe.

But he didn't. He pulled Jared to his feet and let knuckles clash against skin until the cold touched his blood. Until your voice broke his blind rage.

"Wilbur! Wilbur stop! You'll kill him!" You yelled and Wilbur pushed Jared one last time. There was blood in his mouth. When had Jared landed a hit on him? He tapped his own nose and felt a rocketing pain. Broken.

He turned to you in the autumn chill with blood splattering his collar and coating his open knuckles.

"Y/N are you alright?" He said gently and reached out to you. You nodded despite the pale and sickly appearance of your face. You grabbed Wilbur's coat and for a moment he thought you were gonna kiss him as you pulled, but he was wrong as you dragged him towards his own car. "Y/N you look like you're about to puke." Wilbur commented.

Your body was shaking and the cold was clearly numbing your fingers which were bright red along with your nose and ears.

Then you rushed to the foliage framing the parking lot and curb where Wilbur was parked. He was beside you in seconds holding back your hair and rubbing small circles. He had a roommate once, some Hispanic fellow named Quackity, who came home drunk off his head once and Wilbur had done a similar thing but that time he kept a beanie on the guy's head and just patted him lightly.

"I-I think I'm done." You gasped and Wilbur let your hair fall lightly before hopping up off his knees and swinging open his car doors. It was now that he praised his forgetfulness as there was a water bottle sitting in the cup holder. Wilbur grabbed the duffle bag that resided behind his front seat and grabbed the shirt he would've changed into after work today to go to the gym and tore the fabric in two. With a pop of the water bottle lid and dousing of the lump of torn fabric he was wiping your face softly.

"You shouldn't have done that Wil." You huffed and leaned into Wilbur's body. The warmth from you seeped into him and for a moment Wilbur's anger was dwindling. Then he saw the struggling body of Jared stumbling again and again to his feet. Never quite getting up to standing.

"And why not?" Wilbur curled his numbed fingers around your shoulder as the growl crawled out of his throat.

"You could get fired for one." You said matter-of-factly and had the situation not been so dire he might have chuckled,but now he just smiled lightly.

"The office has security cameras. They'll see I was only protecting you." He said insistantly. Clay would understand, Wilbur knew this. They'd been friends since college... Well frenemies really. This job had been kind of a revival for Wilbur so it wasn't a wonder why he was so grateful towards the manager.

"Wil your hands." Your fingers lifted his numbed hand and examined the split skin of his knuckles. Despite the inability to feel anything, he knew your hands would be soft as you applied lotion to them every two trips to the bathroom claiming that the soap made them inexplicably dry.

"They'll be fine." He said, conscious of just how close you were to him. It wasn't a matter of how close you were but how little space separated the two of you. Your were practically in his lap and holding his hand. If it wasn't for the complexity of how you got there he might've enjoyed it a bit more.

"We should go." You said after a moment, perhaps realizing the closeness as well. Wilbur hated to think you wanted to be anywhere but near him so he took a leap of faith.

"Why don't you spend the night at my place for a while? Just to make sure he doesn't try anything else." Wilbur rushed after debating for exactly .2 seconds if it was a good idea, or even reasonable. He was acting on impulse now to keep you close. To keep you safe and beside him.

"That sounds like a decent idea." You agreed and Wilbur was up on his feet helping you into his car before he could really register how happy your words had made him.

"Thanks Wil." You said and climbed into his car. Wilbur was giddy. It was finally happening, though not under the most IDEAL circumstances, he was getting to give you a ride back to his place. A plan festered in his head as he drove. Perhaps he could get Jared fire.

Alcohol on the premises wasnt allowed under any circumstances and Jared was definitely drunk off his ass. Wilbur could smell it in his breath after each punch. As the car heater thawed out his body he was finally aware of just how much his hands hurt. Wilbur tried to avoid looking at his knuckles on the wheel and focus on getting you somewhere safe. Somewhere where he could take care of you and clean his split skin.

Wilbur took another leap of faith as he saw your hand shaking terribly at your side and reached for it slowly. You must've noticed though and quickly retreated to look out the car window. The sting from the indirect rejection was quickly masked by a question. An offer.

"So what're you thinking for dinner then? All I've got is just about some ramen and maybe stuff for a half decent sandwich." He said easily and placed his other hand back on the steering wheel.

"I...Wil I just witnessed a brawl between my best friend and my drunk ass ex abuser. Food is hardly what's on my mind right now, sorry." You stammered out. Not even glancing at Wilbur as your words settled in his brain. A thousand apologies rose on his tongue and died there as his torn knuckles sharpened in pain as he turned the wheels with white fingers into the apartment complex parking lot. Found a spot and stopped. He killed the engine but kept the doors locked.

"Abuser?" Wilbur subconsciously grabbed your hand now. He didn't hesitate as adrenaline took root in his raging heart. Remaining calm was the only thing he could think to do as his heart pounded in his chest and muscles flexed under his shirt and through his hand now holding yours.

"Y-yeah...abuser." By the way your voice echoed in Wilbur's head it seemed like you were finally coming to terms as to what Jared really was. As what Wilbur had always known he was on some level but never dared think he would stoop to it for you. Why would anyone want to hurt you? How bad did he hurt you?

God now all he could see were the days you came into work with bandaids on your fingers from hang nails or a longer skirt, even trousers some days, to cover bruises only Wilbur saw when you sat down. The days your skin seemed paler, covered with more concealer than usual, and staying like that for several following days until it stopped and your cheeks only looked a little more rosy than usual.

"Y/N, how bad did that bastard hurt you?" Wilbur looked at you now. A pleading look in his eyes. He needed to know. He HAD to know just how far that bitch of a dickhead had gone and how far Wilbur needed to go in order to teach him a lesson.

When your eyes found his something clicked behind them. A realization of how far Wilbur was willing to go for you. You finally saw him...and how much he loved you.

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Inspired by the song "I See Red" by Everybody Loves An Outlaw. Granted the lyrics don't fit but the aspect of a blind rage do which is what I used.

Hope you liked it, it took my many weeks to get and several paragraphs were edited and revised like that highschool essay you still probably haven't done.

Goodnight my loves ✨

#simpbur x fem!reader #c!wilbur soot #wilbur soot #fem!reader #simpbur brainrot #tw blood #tw gore #tw violence #tw vomiting #tw mentions of abuse #tw cheating #tw toxicity #tw nightmares #c!wilbur #tw trauma #simpbur #Simpbur my beloved #Happy Spooky Season #Don't kill anyone please this year

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lackuraphi · 8 months

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Angel wings au)Chapter 13:Doppelganger?

Ingo met a doppelganger.

(⚠️Caution⚠️)

I used a translator

This is the Fan fiction

It’s different from the original

Pokemon doesn’t appear(Except for one)

All Trainers have angel wings

This AU includes discrimination

Hisui is modern in this au

Content Warning:sharp objects, character gets a little mentally unstable

Do you know the scary doppelganger story? If you meet a doppelganger who looks like you, one of them will die.

Aren't you really scared? One of them is going to die! Isn't that why it's called the "scary" Doppelganger story?

If I meet a doppelganger, I won't let myself be the one who will lose my life. —————————————

When Ingo and Rei returned to Jubilife Village, the sky was already full of moons and countless stars, and the village was dark except for the subtle lampposts

"The night in the countryside is a little scary…" "You'll get used to it gradually. Rei. First of all, you go to Galaxy Hall." "…why should I go to Galaxy Hall?"" "Commander Kamado and Cyllene have said they want to apologize to you."

Rei frowned slightly on his face. Of course, even though Rei is a warm-hearted guardian angel, he still hates Kamado and Cyllene, who (formally) deprived him of his status as a guardian angel and expelled him from Jubilife Village just because he was a black angel.

"Excuse me. Do I have to go now?" "Oh……"

Ingo, who saw Rei's response, added that it was okay not to go there right now.

"Then I'll see you again tomorrow at the Training Grounds. Rei, rest well for tomorrow's training." "Yes sir!"

Ingo, who saw Rei off, moved to the training grounds of the Galaxy where he is currently staying.

"…..Melli!?"

And unexpectedly, Melli stood in front of the entrance to the Training Grounds with a relaxed expression, wearing a new hoodie from the Diamonds, not the clothes torn apart by Ingo's holly weapon.

"I've been waiting for you. Ingo."

Ingo, who faced Melli, suddenly stiffened with guilt and could not hide his embarrassed look. And he also stammered a little, unlike usual.

"M..Melli I.. I was.. Umm.." "Do you have anything you want to say to The Great Melli?" "Hmm..!"

Still, Ingo thought that he should apologize to Melli, who was hurt by him, so he cleared his voice and bowed to Melli and apologized politely.

"Melli, I apologize for what happened at the training ground today. I hurt you so much mentally and physically because I couldn't resist the sudden rush of anger.. I'm so sorry.. Melli.."

Melli, who received his apology, smiled and answered

"Ingo…Did you still have lingering feelings about it…? I'm already never mind it!" "…Huh?!" "Partners can fight sometimes, And we can attack each other with holly weapon!" "Is that so..?" "Even when you just became a partner with me, you were attacked a lot by my beautiful attacks, right? When I think about your embarrassed expression when you were attacked.. LOL!" "Melli………" "But now it's no fun. because you've avoided all my attacks.. Whoa?!"

Ingo suddenly held Melli in his arms. Melli, suddenly in Ingo's arms, was embarrassed.

"Ingo?! What are you doing!" "I was a fool! You have a warm and clean heart as a guardian angel, too!" "Huh? What are you talking about!" "Oh Melli! You're so generous!" "I'm generous?! That's ridiculous. Ingo! It's just that you're so inflexible!" "……" 'Ugh..! Never mind! I'm tired!'

The next day, Ingo woke up to the sound of rain. Ingo looked out the window and it was raining hard like a giant whale spraying water.

'Oh Dear! That amount of rain will surely cause a landslide in Coronet Highlands, which I and Melli are in charge of!'

Ingo hurriedly put on his black coat and hat and flew to Coronet Highlands, forgetting to take his umbrella. But he went out in such a hurry that he also forgot to bring his cell phone. (However, Hisui didn't need a cell phone very much because there was almost no radio waves.)

((RING RING!))

And shortly afterwards a message arrived on his cell phone, and Ingo, who had just returned from patrols in the Coronet Highlands, checked the message as he wiped his wet body with a towel.

"Is this Elesa's message?"

It was a message from Ingo's childhood friend, Elesa.

Ingo! it's been a long time. It's me, Elesa! I know you're busy with guardian angel work, but I want you to visit Skyla. Skyla was in an accident while she was on a delivery job and was hospitalized.. She still hasn't woken up… (Do you remember Skyla? We went to the same school when we were young, Right?) I don't know if this message will reach you.. If you get this message, I want you to come to the hospital right away. As you know, Hisui, where you are currently staying as a guardian angel, has few radio waves. Ps.The hospital where Skyla is hospitalized is in Castelia City.

After reading the message, Ingo dropped his cell phone.

'Skyla had an..accident..?! While she was delivering?! But Skyla is very good at flying!'

Skyla, whom Ingo remembers, had never missed the top spot in her class for flying skills at school as a child, and with that talent, Skyla was an best deliverer in her hometown of Mistralton City. The news that Skyla was involved in an accident on the way to delivery was a big shock to Ingo, who knew her flying skills.

Ingo wanted to leave immediately. But it was raining hard where Ingo was now, and above all, it was almost impossible to get out of Hisui without permission from Pearls leader Irida. (If he had been able to escape Hisui at will, Ingo would have done the work of the guardian angel and Subway Boss at the same time, but the fact that he forgot the 'most precious memory' would remain unchanged.)

"…I must leave for Castelia City right now."

But Ingo didn't have time to think about it in detail. His schoolmate had an accident and she still hasn't been able to wake up, Not going to visit her because of his guardian angel's mission was just an excuse.

Ingo wrote something on paper for a while and then flew to Unova.

I had something to do personally for a while, so I left Hisui for a while. My schoolmate had an accident in my hometown of Unova and she still hasn't woken up, so I was forced to derail for a while to visit her schoolmate. But if it's over, I'll be back in Hisui right away! I really apologize for leaving Hisui without Leader Irida's permission. It's obviously my fault to leave Hisui without her permission. If I am punished, I will be punished silently. Pearls guardian angel Ingo

It was a letter for visitors who would come in his absence.

Castelia City in Unova was also raining. The difference from Hisui was not the heavy rain, but the cold, gloomy rain in the city.

Arriving in Castelia City in the rain, Ingo looked around him first. Ingo was the only angel without an umbrella.

'It's raining in Castelia City, too.. If I knew this would happen, I should have brought an umbrella even if I was busy…"

Ingo walked quietly and slowly to the hospital in the rain. Ingo's black coat became heavy because of the rain, but he kept walking slowly, not caring at all.

"……."

Ingo, who kept walking slowly to the hospital, was passing by in front of a eerie alley when someone whispered quietly behind him.

"You're finally awake, did you sleep well?"

Ingo looked back immediately in surprise, but there was no one behind him except the angels walking down the street. Feeling strange and chilling, Ingo looked around and found someone in a gray coat and flat cap looking at Ingo with a creepy smile, and he was also under the rain without an umbrella like Ingo.

"Long time no see. The worst hypocrite."

And he's like Ingo..No, he had the same face.

Ingo walked as if possessed into the eerie alley where the man was standing.

After confirming that there was no one around but Ingo and himself, he introduced himself with a strange smile.

"Hi, do you remember me? I am Emmet. I am a Team Plasma." "Team Plasma..? No way!" "Yup. I am the black angel who blacked you out a few days ago."

Ingo immediately called out his clawed Holly weapon, ready to battle in front of the smiling Emmet. Emmet spoke in a relaxed voice as he spread out his hands.

"Calm down. Calm down. I'm not here to fight you today. Look at my hands. I don't even have a weapon. So could you put those creepy Claws back in?" "……."

Ingo put his Holly Weapon back in.

"Did you say your name is Emmet?" "Yup. That's my name." "Then let me ask you one. Emmet." "Hmm?" "Are you my doppelganger who looks like me?" "…What?" "I say it again. Are you my doppelganger?" "I see. You know me as a doppelganger.. you are the worst hypocrite ever…haha.. Haha..AhHaHaHa..HAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

Emmet began to laugh loudly in front of Ingo, holding his forehead with one hand.

"HAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" "Why are you laughing?!" "It's rather good! This will get rid of my lingering faster!" "lingering? What does that mean!" "HAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!" "Emmet?! Emmet! Calm down! Emmet!" "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!"

Emmett, laughing like crazy for a long time, took a breath for a moment and then told Ingo.

"I am Emmet. I am here to warn you one last time." "……" "Don't ever come here again to Unova. Don't ever show me that disgusting face again. And never again disturb our Team Plasma." "…what happens if I violate your warning?" "Do you know the Doppelganger story? If meet a doppelganger, one of them will die." "Emmet…What do you want to say." "Like that doppelganger story, I'm gonna kill you. For to you, the worst hypocrite, I am just a doppelganger." "…..!" "Be prepared. I'll put you to sleep forever next time." "..I won't be easily beaten either!"

And Emmet told Ingo the shocking truth.

"Oh, by the way. And I knocked down your friend. Was she the best deliverer in Mistralton City?" "Was you the one who caused the accident to Skyla?!" "Ah yes her name was Skyla. But, To me, they are all hypocrites."

Ingo, once again taking out his Holly Weapon, was wary of Emmet, posing for battle.

"I will never forgive you! EMMET!"

Emmet, seeing his reaction, said one last word to him.

"Now you and I are enemies forever. Ingo."

And Emmet flew to somewhere, flying black feathers. Ingo just stared silently at the rainy sky.

#submas #sbms #subway boss #subway master #ingo #subway boss ingo #warden ingo #pokemon ingo #pokemon rei #warden melli #pokemon melli #subway boss emmet #pokemon emmet #team plasma #Angel wings au

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recurring-polynya · 1 year

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Writing/Art Update 11/11/2022

Another week that felt very busy, although I feel like I was pretty accomplished, considering the circumstances.

The school district has been experimenting with replacing early dismissals with "asynchronous days", where the kids are given work to do from home. In principal, I am for this, because my kids both have long bus rides, and going to school for just a few hours is a big waste of their time. In practice, however, (1) both my kids need a lot of support to work from home and (2) for some reason, their teachers send home a ridiculous amount of work to be completed in that time frame. My third-grader was supposed to "complete" an essay she had started in class, comparing and contrasting two texts, except that she had no idea what she was doing, and her notes, which the teacher had told her "were good" didn't actually address the topic of the essay. So, anyway, two "half days" of work for my kids works out to a pretty tiring day for old Mommo (on Bleach Monday, no less!!). Tuesday, they had off for election day.

It was kind of a Big Emotions week for a couple of things going on in my personal life, some good, some bad. Also, Twitter is dying. It's not that it's that important of a platform for me, but it's the one place I still talk to the handful of IRL friends I have left, and I'm sad about it.

I did manage to post Ch 16 of the Tattoo AU. The end is firmly in sight for this one. I said last week that I had 6 chapters left to go. I had been going in order, but for some reason, I felt like I needed to write Ch 20 before I could write Ch 17. I finished Ch 20, and had some momentum, so I started Ch 21. I got about halfway through what I thought was going to be in Ch 21, and realized that didn't take nearly as much space as I thought it would, so it's possible that I may combine what I had thought would be Ch 21 and 22 into one, which means there are only 5 chapters left (1.5 already written). I might also add a lil epilogue, but I think it would be short. (Total written this week: 3352 words)

I drew a nice picture of Uryuu for his birthday! I'm really happy with the way it came out, and also, it didn't take me forever, for once!

I am honestly kind of panicking about Renruki week, but I told myself that November was for Gathering Ideas, and if I haven't finished up the Tattoo AU for December, I'll just put it aside, at least until I get some solid Renruki week progress under my belt. I only have two really solid ideas that I'm happy with, one of which is a half-finished art project that I think fits pretty well under one of the topics. I have two or three other ideas that are sort of half-formed or maybe won't work out at all. I keep telling myself it'll come together, except that the last two Decembers have very suddenly turned into nightmares for me. I am doing my best! 😭😭😭 It also feels like I've been working in the Renruki mines for the last three years, and it would be terribly pathetic of me (and yet also very in-character) to blow it when there is finally enough interest around to do a celebration week.

#writing update #art update

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i have a idea i want to share with you. i saw you MOM Ed au and it reminded me of the justice league episode better world. so then i started thinking about a better world au where the team becomes justice lords after bart's death. somehow they find about this universe and do what they what the justice lords did in the episode try to "help" the team. the only think about au i can't think of is why would the whole go bad for bart. they would be sad but lots of other heros died and that never turned them bad. my best idea is that it isn't just the fact bart died but maybe he also died in a way that somehow more awful than the others. if you have any ideas for this au that would be cool.

Hey anon... first off, I'm sorry again for how massively delayed this response is and also for how ridiculously long it's wound up being - I'm apparently in a very wordy mood. Second, this has been such a fun concept to think about (I may definitely have gone a little lot overboard), but I hope my ideas can help in any way...

A BETTER WORLD AU...

Instead of looking at it from the perspective of why would they go bad for Bart, I think it may be easier to conceptualise the question of what would push them past the point of no return… both YJ’s Bart and JLa’s flash have very similar qualities - the major difference is the number of heroes who stand by their sides in fighting the good fight (for this point I'm grouping all the yj teams together). Flash’s death is enough to push the other 6 leaguers down the path of harming because he was essentially the only member of that group with his feet solidly on the ground with the people - he was their conscience - his heart and humanity were strong enough to balance out their self-righteousness… until he was gone. With Bart that wouldn't as much be the case, as there's a larger range of heroes/people with varying levels of wisdom, support, emotional connections, attitudes, and as you said anon, previous experience with the loss of a teammate and loved one. Therefore, Bart's death alone likely wouldn't cause such an extreme event as the justice lords, but with a few extra variables added to the mix, it's definitely possible to make this concept work. So below are the thoughts that have come to my mind that I think could be developed to justify the heroes going past the point of no return - they may be a little hotchpotch but I hope they make sense…

First off, consider these questions…

Who is affected - i.e. who will go bad - it wouldn't be everyone but with enough emotional stimulation, anyone has the potential to cross the line between right and wrong.

What happened to get them to that point - beyond just Bart being killed - what else have they lost - hope, trust, respect, their sense of control?

Why did it happen - was it preventable, were mistakes made, is someone considered blameable?

How did things get to such a point?

When did things escape their control and go so wrong?

Where was help when they needed it most?

Now, in my mind it's a select number of the younger heroes - those closest to Bart - who would initially become this AUs justice lords, then as time goes by and they start gaining in power, that number would potentially increase as others either get on board or get out of the way. For any who attempt to stop them, they are made an example of and removed from the equation. At the moment, with the current version of events I have playing in my head, I've only got two names that I think definitely would justifiably turn and I'll discuss them in this post - while the rest would need a bit more thought put into them just to pinpoint their motivation for turning…

The first, since we're dealing with Bart's death as the catalyst, would be Jaime - to me, he should be the superman in this situation - the first one who crosses the line and the last one to be taken down. Beyond just being his friend, Bart is likely a big motivating force for Jaime to remain in control of the scarab and the immense amount of power he has at his disposal. Bart is the only one who truly knows how terrible blue beetle is capable of being - with years worth of first-hand experience and trauma - Jaime knows that and has to live with that knowledge every day. Bart is a reminder that anything can happen in life and the importance of staying on the right path - no matter how tempting the offer that comes… but if Bart's gone, he loses that physical reminder, he loses the one person who could actually see the warning signs and pull him back from losing himself to the monster he fears. As I said above, anyone is capable of crossing the line with the right amount of emotional stimulation, and I think, with the other elements I'll discuss next, seeing Bart unjustifiably killed right in front of him would be enough to push Jaime past the point of no return -- especially if there's no Bart, or anyone else, there to pull him back before it's too late… I've more to say on Jaime, but before that, we need to discuss those other elements I mentioned…

Now, I've touched on this above, but the thing about the yj universe compared to the JLa universe (at the point of the justice lords) is that there are a lot more teams of heroes actively working together than just the 7 founding members of the justice league… with more heroes and mentors and friends - there's more support available through difficult situations and losses - which thereby reduces the chances of people basically turning to the dark side when they don't know how to handle their grief… but, with more people, there's also differing values, beliefs and a higher potential for deception - something we've already seen happen in the show with the anti-light - heroes manipulating other heroes for the greater good. the outsiders in particular were pretty heavily impacted by the anti lights manipulations in s3 - and I'm wondering if there's potential for something similar to happen again for this au, only this time it leads to something much worse happening, something which would ultimately cause the outsiders, or whoever, to break away completely to do their own thing. Or even, they discover that their elders have been deceiving them again and immediately cut ties - refusing to associate with those who clearly do not respect or trust them - but they are still dealing with trouble relating to my next point (I told you this was all hotchpotch) and that causes them to mishandle a certain situation and end up in the worst possible position… one ending in devastating tragedy…

This brings us to the next point… social media and public opinion… for the outsiders, social media is a platform with the power to spread their message of hope across the world and inspire those who feel othered or ostracized by society. With the world as it was where the metapopulation was growing thanks to different negative forces, the outsiders and their positivity was definitely a needed force of good to balance out the hatred… but there's a dark side to publicity - there's criticism, judgment and a lot of negativity which can surface in the world of social media and public opinion. Nothing is universally supported or loved, opinions are always divided and always will be no matter what - especially when the likes of Godfrey and Luthor have their say. We've seen with the league the consequences that can come when enough negativity is generated against heroes - and while we've still yet to see many negative opinions against the outsiders in the show, it could be something which contributes to this au...

At this point in the show, there have been two different outsiders at the centre of two televised, very public executions with Brion and Conner - even though Conner never went through with killing superman - there would still be people who would associate the outsiders with brutality instead of hope because of these two isolated events. In the show we've seen villains hate on the outsider, but what about the trolls who aren't meta or named superpowered individuals, the regular humans who thrive on hate, who have to tear others down to feel better about themselves - surely those people exist for this group of young heroes who promote their message and missions through the media. So, while they open themselves up to wider audiences, they also open themselves up to scrutiny and criticism - and what if that scrutiny turned particularly troublesome with someone sending threats which get worse the more they're ignored. Toxicity is only intensified the longer it's left untreated. There would be differing opinions amongst the heroes on how to deal with this - as things get worse the questions arise of do we confront this person(s) or not? Trolls want to start fights because they want to make the heroes look bad, but the longer the hatred goes the more it grows. It grows until it reaches boiling point and a certain speedster gets caught in the carnage...

-- TBC --

As this post got ridiculously long I've decided to split it into two parts... Thanks for reading and click here for PART TWO...

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