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#just variations of 'what fucked up rabbit is that
justagalwhowrites · 6 months
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Hi! Just wanted to say that I love you writing, and love how you write angst !!
Asking this anonymously because, I found out I need a third open heart surgery.
I was wondering if you still take request how would Joel feel about his significant other having a third heart surgery and finding him not being able Toby e kids because of it.
As much angst as you want.
Btw, I’ll be fine, it’s the third time they are doing it, im schedule for 5 surgeries! It’s all good, cardiomyopathy is chill when the doctors know what they are doing! 😅
OMG Hi Bestie!
I am so honored that you'd reach out about such an intimate ask. I hope your surgery goes/went well and that you're doing great!
Hopefully, this is something like what you're looking for!
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Joel looks out for you as you're treated for cardiomyopathy.
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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader with Cardiomyopathy
Warnings: Medical stuff! Light smut. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only
Length: 2.5k
If there was one thing Joel hated, it was not having control. 
He’d never really been happy at a job site until he was a manager, the one running SOMETHING. That way, he knew it was done right. 
It had made life with Sarah’s mom difficult, back when she was at all in the picture, because when she actually took charge of anything, it ended up being a mess Joel had to clean up. 
Hell, even just letting Tommy man the grill at family cookouts grated on him. He seemed to love to turn steaks too frequently, never giving them the time they needed on any one side. Joel had to grit his teeth and tried not to watch Tommy fuck up perfectly good cuts of meat. 
But at least then you would slip your hand into his, lacing your fingers through his own, and kiss his shoulder, whispering “You know it’ll be fine, Babe” under your breath. You tried not to giggle when you said it, Joel could hear it in your voice. 
You couldn’t do that now. Not when you were under anesthesia and he was stuck, sitting in a waiting room, waiting to hear that you were OK. 
No, this kind of out of control, Joel had learned, he was especially bad at. 
It started a few years earlier, not all that long after meeting you, really. 
Joel had first bumped into you - literally - at a park. Sarah was playing, showing off some variation of a cartwheel she’d invented, when Joel saw a dog - a big dog - running right for her. He didn’t think about how to react, he just did, racing to put himself between his daughter and the unknown animal, only watching her and the dog when you ran smack into is side, sending you both sprawling to the ground. 
“Ow, shit,” you groaned, sitting up and clutching your head. Joel turned only to see Sarah, flopped on the ground as the dog licked all over her face, tail wagging. Joel sighed in relief, going back to figuring out how to untangle his legs from yours. 
“I’m so sorry, he’s usually better behaved than this but he’s all keyed up because we were at the vet earlier,” you said, tugging your leg back into yourself and looking at your knee. “I didn’t have as good a hold on his lead as I should have, he saw a rabbit and took off…” 
“S’fine,” Joel said quickly, noticing you properly for the first time. You were in a little dress that showed off your legs, your eyes still bright and beautiful as you watched your dog play with his daughter. You were pretty. Really, really fucking pretty. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “No harm done.” 
“Yeah, he’s a gentle giant,” you smiled, getting up. “He looks scary but, since I live alone, definitely more of a feature than a bug. He’s really just a big teddy bear.” 
You called the dog over and looped the end of his leash around your wrist before you introduced yourself and Joel did the same, not able to take his eyes off you and your warm smile. 
“Hey Dad!” Sarah ran over, some of her curls pulled free from her springy pigtails and wild around her face. “Dad, did you see? Did you see me with the dog?” 
“Yeah, Baby Girl,” he laughed a little. “I saw.” 
Your dog licked her hand, wagging happily. 
“He likes you,” you smiled, squatting down to be on Sarah’s level as you gave the dog a scratch. “His name is Pluto!” 
Sarah’s eyes got big. 
“You mean like the dog from the cartoons?” 
“Exactly,” you smiled. “He’s my best friend and he’s got very good taste, so if he likes you that means you must be pretty great.” 
“Dad!” Sarah turned to Joel, her eyes still big. “Can Pluto come over to play?” 
“Kiddo…” he sighed. 
“Please?” She pouted. “You never let me get a dog, I want to play with a dog and he likes me and…” 
You caught Joel’s attention over his daughter’s shoulder as you mouthed “it’s OK with me” at him. He smiled a little at that, you giving him an out so he wouldn’t have to be the bad guy with his daughter if he said no. 
And he knew he probably should say no. The reason he said no dogs was because he worked too much and he didn’t want to leave a dog, alone and neglected, at home all day. Giving his six-year-old daughter ideas about a pet probably wasn’t the best idea. 
And then there was you. 
You were so pretty and so obviously good with Sarah you were practically temptation on legs. Invite you over and he’d be asking for trouble. 
But Sarah loved your dog. 
And Joel sure as hell wanted to see more of you.
“Want to come over for dinner?” Joel asked. “I’m just makin’ burgers but…” 
You smiled, wide and bright and beautiful. 
“Yeah,” you said. “Yeah, I’d love that.” 
You came over that night and, in a way, you never really left. He watched you play with his daughter and your dog and put potato chips on your burger and find new music to add to his playlist once you heard what he liked to listen to, taking Sarah’s hands and dancing with her on the grass. It was the most fun Joel had had in years. 
It was a year and a half later, when you fainted at work. 
Joel was frantic when he got the call from your boss. You’d moved in just a few months earlier and Joel was almost waiting for something to go wrong. He’d never had anything go so right for so long in his entire life. Something going wrong was inevitable. 
It didn’t seem right that it should go wrong for you. 
“Joel,” you said, a wan smile on your face as you sat up in your hospital bed when he ran in. You looked so small and pale and he all but ran to you, sitting on the edge of your bed and taking your hand. “I’m fine, I’m OK, it’s OK.” 
“Shouldn’t I be comfortin’ you?” He asked, smiling just a little even though he was having a hard time focusing on anything but the monitors that were attached to you. 
“You look more upset than me right now,” you said, giving his hand a squeeze. “Really, babe, I’m fine. I just didn’t have enough to eat today and I got up too fast, that’s all.” 
That’s not all it was. 
It took them some time to figure out - and Joel pointing out that you seemed tired and lightheaded and your pulse felt strange below his fingers sometimes - but you had cardiomyopathy. 
He was with you when the doctor handed down the diagnosis and you frowned, your eyebrows knitting together. 
“What does that mean?” You asked. “It sounds serious….” 
“It is,” the doctor nodded. “It’s a disease of the heart muscle, it makes it harder for the blood to pump through the body. It can even lead to heart failure. The good news is, we have treatment options…” 
You sat there, eyes wide, clutching your purse on your lap. Joel took your hand and tried to take in every word the doctor said. He was going to do this with you. In you he’d found the one person he wanted to do everything with, the only person besides Sarah he wanted to see every day for the rest of his life. He might not understand what was wrong with you but he was going to figure it out. 
When the two of you got home that afternoon, you were still in a state of shock. Joel walked with you to the kitchen table and got you a glass of water, sliding it in front of you. You just stared at it, your eyes a little wide. 
“Honey,” Joel said, his voice calm. “It’s OK…” 
You shook your head a little and drank the water before you set the glass back down, putting your hands in your lap and meeting his gaze from across the table. 
“I understand that this was a lot more than you bargained for,” you said, your voice steady. “I don’t expect you to take care of me through all this, I can call my mom, I’m sure she would let me move in…” 
“Why are you talkin’ about movin’?” He frowned, cutting you off. 
“I mean, you heard the doctor,” you said. “There are surgeries and…” 
“So?” 
“Joel,” you shook your head and smiled a little. “You have a daughter and a demanding job and…” 
“And I love you,” he said. “Not gonna let you do this without me.” 
It was rough at the start. He went to all your appointments with you. The doctors decided surgery was the best route and Joel spent hours researching everything he could. It felt like he’d be able to do it himself by the time you went under the knife the first time. 
He didn’t think that made him any less anxious about it, though. 
It was at a follow up appointment that the two of you got more bad news. 
“Wait,” you said, cutting your doctor off. “I’m sorry, I just… You’re making it sound like I won’t be able to have children. Is… is that true?” 
“Unfortunately,” the doctor sighed heavily. “Yes, that’s true. There was just too much damage to the tissue and even with the work we’re doing, it wouldn’t be safe to put your body under the strain that pregnancy demands…” 
You held it together until the two of you were in the truck, the floodgates breaking the second the door was closed. Joel tugged you against him, stroking your hair, kissing your forehead. 
The two of you had talked about children, of course, but you were both undecided. You were both still young, you thought you had time to figure that out later. 
“I’m so sorry, Joel,” your voice was wet. “I know we didn’t know what we wanted yet but… I thought I’d still get to choose and not have something else choose for me. I understand if this changes…” 
“Marry me,” he said. 
You sat up from him and sniffed, wiping your eyes. 
“What?” 
“Marry me.” 
You just looked at him, frozen and blinking for a moment. 
“No,” you shook your head. “No, you don’t mean…” 
“Yes, I do,” he said. “Marry me.” 
“Joel…” 
“Only way I want more kids is if they’re your kids, Baby,” he said. “Whether they’re ones we made or ones we adopted, I wouldn’t care, as long as it’s with you. You not being able to have kids doesn’t make a damn difference to me, I love you. Marry me.” 
You smiled a little through your tears and leaned over to kiss him gently. 
“Let’s talk about that when we’re a little less emotional,” you said. 
He brought it up again that night. 
The two of you had gone to bed and Joel had fully intended to keep his hands to himself. You, however, had other ideas. 
You kissed him and moaned against his lips and he gave into you, pulling your nightie over your head and slipping your panties down your legs before slipping inside of your tight, wet heat with a satisfied groan. 
He worked your body, knowing you so well after almost two years together, pressing deep as you tightened around him, sucking your nipple into his mouth, stroking your clit as you got closer and closer to coming around him. 
“Let go for me,” he sucked at the vulnerable skin of your throat, pressing so deep inside you as he did. “Come for me, come all over me, give it all to me…” 
You obeyed, coming hard around him, your hand flying to his back to clutch him close as he worked you through your orgasm, too. 
After, he pulled you on top of him as he lay flat on his back, your soft body spread over his and you sighed contentedly. 
“Marry me,” he said again, brushing your hair back. 
You laughed and shook your head. 
“You really don’t have to…”
“I know,” he cut you off, reaching blindly into the top drawer of his bedside table. He fumbled blindly through it until he found the small, velvet box at the back. He pulled it out and pried the lid open with his nose before turning the box so you could see it. Your eyes went wide, a single diamond almost watching you from its place in the box. “Not just sayin’ it, Baby. Had this for a few weeks. Planned to take you somewhere special to ask once we had the chance but… seemed like this might be the right time.” 
“Joel,” you breathed, taking the box, your hand trembling. “This is… I…” 
“Marry me,” he said again. “Love you, more than anything. I want to do everything in life with you, the good stuff, the bad stuff, doesn’t matter. It all means more with you. Marry me.” 
“Yes,” you said quickly, looking from the box to his eyes, smiling broadly. “Yes yes yes yes yes!” 
Joel smiled. 
“Oh, is that a yes?” He teased a little. “Just wanted to make sure…” 
You rolled your eyes and laughed, burying your face in his chest. He just held you close as you looked back at him, stretching up his body to kiss him. 
“That’s a yes,” you whispered. 
“Good,” he said, taking the ring from the box and sliding it on your finger. “Because I love you. Love you so damn much.” 
“I love you, too,” you smiled against his lips as you kissed him. 
You got married just a few months later. 
“Mr. Miller?” The doctor came out from the operating room and he all but jumped up to meet him, his stomach in knots. It felt like he’d been sitting there for days, stuck in a state of limbo where he had no control. 
“That’s me,” Joel said quickly. “How’s she doin’? How’d it go?” 
“Everything went great, Mr. Miller,” the doctor smiled broadly and Joel relaxed a bit. “Your wife is doing very well, you can head back and see her in just a minute…” 
Joel nodded along as the doctor filled him in on everything and he did his best to pay attention. But it was hard. All he really cared about was getting back to see you. Everything else seemed like it could wait. 
After what felt like a small eternity - but could only have been a few minutes - Joel was led back to your room, where you were just coming out of the anesthesia, still groggy but you smiled at him all the same.
“Hey babe,” you smiled, reaching for him. 
He smiled back, taking your hand before leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. 
“Hey Baby,” he took your face in his hand. “How’s that heart of yours?” 
“All yours, Joel,” you smiled a little, settling back into your pillow. “All yours.”
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gabessquishytum · 8 months
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OKAY this one came to me in a drug induced haze. So we all know the first thing that comes to mind when we see Hob. Get that man pregnant. Could be whatever variation human/warprize/fertility god etc au, I believe in my haze I was thinking specifically Dragon shapeshifter au ANYWAY. So Hob has just delivered a wonderful beautiful miracle to them, and they could not be more thrilled. They were definitely the Planning Parents who accounted for Every contingency in the baby's first 5 years of life, they have a Plan. Part of this plan, regrettably, was that they'd wait until Baby was at least 3 before having another. They both agreed it was just the Optimal Decision for their Great Baby Life Plan, so they'd have to put aside how ridiculously wonderful/horny those 9 months were. It won't be that hard, they'll have a whole ass child to love and dote on and take up all their time and energy.
The hitch comes when having a baby does nothing to dampen how absolutely devastatingly lustful they are for eachother. As soon as Hob is healed up he's begging for just one round, please Dream? It's been so long. Dream makes him wait another few days to be sure he's healed before they are right back to fucking like rabbits. Many orgasms to balance the discomfort of generally havinga newborn, interrupted sleep cycles, cramps from whatever position he was in too long for nursing, etc. And soon enough it's only been a few months and Hob is honestly? Feeling kind of shitty. He thought it would be getting EASIER as the baby got older and disnt need to be so much stapled to him and slept for longer periods of time, but he's very tired and kind of cranky and achey. It isn't until he starts throwing up that he realizes what's happened. Of course his first thought is ANOTHER BABY OMG YES BABIES. But then he has a rude awakening. He wasnt Supposed to get pregnant again so soon. This will break their whole big plan into tiny peices. Will Dream be mad? Oh no.
But Hob couldn't keep a secret from Dream on a good day, let alone a bad day when he's tired and hormonal, so he puts the baby down, sits Dream down at the table, and weeps his way through explaining that whatever birth control they used couldn't stand up to their vigorous lovemaking and he's pregnant again. Hob is trying to read Dream's reaction but Dream is doing his absolute best not to WIGGLE with pleasure at the dinner table. Another baby!! He and Hob are gonna have more babies!!! He's also counting back in his mind through the days theyve fucked trying to figure out when this happened and can remember at least twice when he either forgot to pull out or maybe forgot the condom? He's a tired dad okay. He does his best not to break out into ecstatic laughter while he holds and comforts Hob and tells him What Plan? We'll make a new plan, with our wonderful extra baby in mind. They quickly work through whatever angst there was and are back to being the sunshiniest happy family there ever was, now with an absolutely Glowing Hob, bc of course pregnancy looks GREAT on him. They are also fucking at increased rates without any birth control again bc what's gonna happen? He'll get MORE pregnant? When the ultrasound shows twins, Hob makes a joke like "Maybe we SHOULD have slowed down lol" but Dream can only vibrate with smugness. Lookit his perfect man. He put SO many babies in him.
Lying on the floor kicking my legs in the air. I'm always deeply obsessed with pregnant Hob content and I'm just very!!!!! Very horny about them being horny for each other.
Hob loves his baby so much. But it IS hard being a new parent, and he's so incredibly tired! The only consolation is that Dream is wonderful and still extremely attentive to Hob’s needs - particularly in the bedroom! Whenever the baby takes a nap, Dream makes sure that Hob gets at least a little bit of an orgasm. With his mouth, or fingers... or his cock. It makes the pain of parenting just a tiny bit more manageable.
Until Hob starts throwing up, and aching all over, and he's crying a lot all of a sudden. He's barely recovered from the first baby, and he doesn't feel terribly comfortable in his body. He knows that Dream still loves him but the thought that he might well be pregnant again is utterly terrifying. What if Dream is angry! What if he was sick of Hob being pregnant the first time, and what if he doesn't want another baby at all!? Oh dear. Hob holds his baby in his arms and gives them lots of cuddles, and calms himself down a little bit. It seems very important that Dream should at least KNOW that he's going to be a father again!
Of course as you've said, Dream has to try really hard to stop himself from CHEERING when he gets the news. He's wanted another baby ever since the first one came along. He wants everything with Hob, and that includes many many babies. Plans are overrated! Loving Hob and their children is the most important thing.
Twins wasn't part of the plan, but as previously mentioned, plans are overrated!! Hob looks incredible. He carries the new babies strongly and well, and provides plenty of milk for the twins, the first baby... and Dream, who loves relieving Hob’s swollen breast by drinking his milk as often as needed. Dream is a very proud father to his first baby AND the two nestled in Hob’s womb. He's thrilled to place his hands gently on Hob’s belly and the small of his back. In public he practically vibrates whenever they're congratulated on their parenthood. As they relax at home, he holds the baby in his arms and pops another cushion beneath the small of Hob’s back. He's going to give Hob as many babies as he can ever want and he's going to take the best care of him. That’s the only plan he’s concerned with now <3
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thr-333 · 1 month
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In other news- because tbh this other au holds more meaning in my heart (just cuz of how I relate to Donnie the most out of all of the aus), I genuinely am craving for angst with hurt/comfort for Leo Jr au.
sooo time for THOUGHTS I really am longing for moments with Leo Jr and Donnie, because...hnk- Donnie actually receiving comfort, care, patient understanding and acceptance instead of being told to suck it up or being ridiculed/treated like a ticking time bomb???? Means the world to me????? Idk- I guess my soul just aches for this version of Donnie who didn't get that safe space Leonardo's Donnie did. (i get the au is mainly Leo-centric, but for some reason this version of Don-tron ya created has somehow wormed his way into my heart and he is truly my favorite iteration in terms of aus???)
When I tell you that I felt my heart break over the silly comic where Leonardo says that Leo Jr and Casey Jr are twins, solely due to what that implies to the overall story. In a sense, Leo Jr gets to have variations of the life he would have if he hadn't been kidnapped (by all technicalities Leo Jr IS a victim of kidnapping no matter how wholesome it turned out to be). He gets to know the joys of having a twin, of being able to goof around and laugh, being understood/accepted, being able to make friends and be a kid! Meanwhile...Donnie (the one who was MEANT to have Leo as his twin) didn't get any of that. It hit hard that, even if it wasn't intentional by any means, Don was "easily replaced." (which idk if it's intentional or not, but that seems to be a reoccurring theme for the spiny softshell in this au). He'll never really have that close knit bond, not know what it's like, even if Leo Jr and him do grow close during their teenage years. Because in this reality, the "Disaster Twins" exist, Donnie's just not apart of it. Which is just another way that shows how much of a stranger the kid is to everyone who is supposed to be his family; his father, two brothers, and even the one who was at one point meant to be his twin.
That thought is sorta what led me down the rabbit hole of Leo Jr AU! Don brainrot. The kid's reality is one of neglect, extreme isolation, fear and...probably a deep well of self-hatred, loneliness, non existent self-worth, etc. (we saw how he struggled with in Rise Canon, so i can only imagine it is so much worse in this au). I can only imagine that this also impacts his ninpo and mystics later on, which probably is going to make his self-esteem take a nosedive.
Ngl if Leonardo's twin (who I'm gonna call Tello) is actually watching over his past self, it makes me wonder what he's thinking. His pov would be intriguing consider he'd be witnessing how much pain his twin's actions caused. Idk- I just- when I look at everything from this particular au, it makes me hope that Donnie is allowed to feel his big feelings without people trying to rush him. He should be allowed to be terrified, hurt, angry, etc towards Splinter and Leonardo. Neither of them deserve his forgiveness, because shit- both of them fucked up big time. They both caused complex trauma...and like- really need to face consequences. (apart of me sorta hopes Donnie DOESN'T forgive them) dakjsfsadfas sorry for rambling, not sure if any of that made sense, but I just- I have so many feelings about Donnie in the Leo Jr au, and really want to see more of him!
The sewers were a gross place to live if you asked Junior but Splinter refused to move to the hidden city. Luckily he had his portals meaning he could step into the already cleaned portion they called a home.
“Leo!” Mikey was the first to notice him. Dropping the plates on the table he was setting them vaulting over it, “You came!”
“It’s still Junior,” He reminded for the umpteenth time, “And yeah I said I would,”
Mikey collided into him for a hug. Junior gave a small wave to Raph- or Red, probably Red as the snapper wasn’t meeting his eyes while trying to hide his scowl. Splinter was setting the table in Mikeys stead, making wayyy too much eye contact as he kept staring at Junior. He was placing the plates down carelessly. The one in front of Donnie was placed down with a crack, only Junior caught his flinch.
“Great, he’s here, I saw him,” Donnie pushed away from the table in a frenzied movement, “Can I please leave now,”
“Purple your brother is here, that is more important than some computer,” Splinter snapped. No one took note of the way both Donnie and Junior cringed. 
“Nah he’s just tryna get out of showing me his lab since he promised last time,” Junior stepped forward and away from Mikey.
“I did no such thing,” Donnie scowled at him as Junior came around to his side,
“No use backing out now Dee,” Junior grinned, shuffling towards Donnie so the softshell backed away. Kind of like herding a very liable to bite sheep, “I’m expecting the grand tour, don't wait up everyone! “
But dinner…” Junior pretended he didn’t hear Mikey as he walked Donnie towards his room office lab space.
It was empty, with sections obviously organized out to put things there but with not enough actual stuff to do it. Donnie held himself like a tightly drawn string as they walked in. Not looking at Junior as the red slider circled around to the other's bed.
“What did you want to see?” Donnie asked tiredly as Junior came up behind him, “Most of my stuff is at the old place, or the other old place, or-”
Donnie was cut off by the blanket being draped over his head like a tablecloth.
“Nothing much,” Junior shrugged stepping away as Donnie went very still under the blanket, “Just had to get out of there, think I might sit quietly against a wall for the next half hour, not say anything, not do anything, you know how it is,”
Junior slid down the wall. He would have to go back eventually, or the others would break down the door and pull them both back to dinner. He estimated he had about thirty six minutes before that happened and that he could convince them to leave Donnie be. He’d say he asked if the softshell could make something for him. Something big so Donnie would have an excuse to disappear for the next week or so. They tended not to bother the other turtle as much if they thought he was doing stuff for the yokai.
The blanket shuffled, bunching up on the ground as Donnie sat near him. Only just within arms reach. He was covered head to toe, curled up and completely silent. Junior occupied himself trying to come up with a believable project. Maybe a new mask? That way he could wear his old one and the others would never know, it’s not like Splinter ever let them follow Junior to the battle nexus.
The blanket shifted but Donnie didn’t emerge. A hand poked out the bottom, listing up the cloth and bunching it up while still keeping the soft shell hidden. Junior reached his hand out halfway. Donnie couldn't see it but paused when his searching hand brushed up against it. Junior kept still, waiting, not minding one way or the other.
Donnie held his fingers, squeezing lightly. Junior squeezed back, not taking Donnie’s whole hand but meeting him where he was. It was pleasant, it was quiet. The noise from the others blocked off. A little bubble away from everything where they could just be. 
Junior thought growing up in the sewers may have not been all bad… if he got to do it with Donnie.
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rxsehearts · 5 months
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I just read your Room fic… I’m not a fan of him but damn!!!! Also I was just sitting imagining what if it was Idia instead? What if that potion got both on him and the reader? Like different story, but damn I wouldn’t mind but I wonder what Idia’s reaction would be, just ugh I need him!!! 😫
Also our blog has officially become one of my favorite ones to visit!!! 🖤🖤
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i got a headache yesterday possibly from sleep deprivation and a busy workday so i ended up sleeping a long time. thanks for anyone who sent in an anon, i have at least seven, and i will get to them slowly! don’t want to spam it all at once, sorry.
thank you very much for reading, glad you enjoyed! i love when people tell me they don’t like a character or prompt but give me a shot regardless, and end up liking it, it just makes me feel like i’m doing something right. i think there would be two variations of what could happen. cws: creampies, mentions of raw fucking, love potions, vouyerism, and mentions of pregnancy.
first is only reader gets hit by the potion, and idia is an absolute horny mess as he likely just stumbles upon you, and you’re the first one he sees. he doubts you even like him but he can’t deny when you’re somehow in his room slipping your panties off that his dick is soaked with precum. he’s panting and you’d think he’d been hit with the potion, not even caring if you’ll remember this moment or not, not even bothering to think if you actually genuinely like him anymore as he fucks you, pretty much raw except for his precum and some of your slick because he’s so impatient, apologizing to you while you moan his name round after round, never getting enough of your walls clenching and cumming on his cock. he knows he’s wrong, he knows that, he knows this isn’t right, yet here he is relishing and acting giddy that even for a second he could think you’d return his feelings.
first is both are hit by the potion, and idia is still an absolute horny mess but first. if the two of you are in public i think idia’s going to die because in his love stupor the two of you would likely have public sec from how strong it is, neither of you quiet and both extremely extremely loud while fucking the other. you’re tugging his hair, he’s tugging your’s. he’d finally be able to get all his lustful feelings out for you, in the moment telling you how he feels as you two fuck like actual rabbits for hours on end until some student or teacher catches you and pries you apart. if no one does your sopping cunt is filled to the absolute brim with his cum, undoubtedly you’re getting pregnant afterwards because there’s no way with the sheer amount of times he’d creampies you that you’re going to walk away unscathed, and no amount of contraception magic will be able to work when he’s done.
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Give us the tangent on chat blanc
okay okay okay so like
one thing that's bothered me for a while is that barring the Re-Verse Special, the series works on a One True Timeline thing. So it doesn't make sense to me that there would be variations like Chat Blanc.
(Because remember: it wasn't that they all lived through CB and then went back to fix it. Bunnyx showed up to yoink Ladybug because there was an anomaly)
So I propose a 'Set Right What Once Went Wrong' type of plot. Which both serves as a classic lesson in other kids shows, but also explains why using the Rabbit for things is a bad idea.
Marinette screws up with Adrien again, and is tempted by the power of the Rabbit Miraculous to fix it. Maybe it's like in Canon where she wanted to leave a gift but failed, maybe she does something super embarrassing, who knows.
Naturally, while she fixes things to be 'perfect', this leads to problems. And since it worked once, she tries it again and again. Slowly using Time Travel to get everything 'right' every time with Adrien and other things. But things slowly get worse and worse causing her to go back and 'fix' it every time.
This eventually leads to the Chat Blanc future, and by now Bunnyx has caught onto the anomalies and has come to stop her from fucking around.
She explains that as tempting as it is, the Rabbit is only to be used in situations that are dire in the first place rather than just to fix everyday mistakes. Marinette at first tries to argue that she just needs to fix this one more thing and it'll all be perfect! Bunnyx counters that life isn't perfect. Accidents happen. Bad things happen. But it's not the end of the world. She uses the viewing feature of Burrow to show past incidents where Marinette screwed up and it worked out fine. Everyday things where sometimes it got fixed, sometimes it didn't, but she kept pushing forward and it all worked out on its' own.
Which is the lesson to the kids: You can't go back and change things so they never happened. You either have to fix them yourself, or keep moving on.
Lesson learned, things are reset. A little tricky to do this with the lesson intact but without Marinette learning Adrien or Gabriel's identities. (maybe combine this with Ephemeral a bit so Adrien found out Mari's identity and therefore CB called Ladybug 'Marinette' but she doesn't know his identity or how he got Akumatized(it was Gabriel learning his identity and being a FUCK)
Marinette is sent back to a point, still horrified by Chat Blanc and thinking it involved learning her identity, but this was both more genuinely caused by her doing something and also the source of the anomalies.
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@vostokmcclellan you have no clue what you have just unleashed within me. You reap what you sow. You have asked, and you shall DEFINITELY receive
Intoduction to C,honny jash 🔥🔥🔥 (no way fire... like from *gets shot)
CLAPS HANDS TOGETHER OKAY. OKAY. so chonny jash is this really cool singer guy song cover man on YouTube he makes some really good goddamn music and if you like tally hall, will wood, lemon demon (all other alternative/indie music creators and bands) then you MIGHT like him.
I think his most popular work/the work that gets most people invested into his music in the first place would be his album CCCC (chonny’s charming chaos compendium) which is a cover album consisting of songs that were originally from tally hall before jash took the lyrics and the music and like. Molded it to fit his ocs. That’s the best way I can describe it.
The three main characters of this album would be Heart, Mind, and Soul, and people (including me) GO ABSOLUTELY NUTS OVER THEM jash’s writing and singing and like general music skills are so good if you want to get into this album I’d seriously consider checking out his mind electric video first (the twelve minute one, it has 3 songs in total and they all do a pretty good job of introducing all three characters respectively).
Not only is the music like REALLY FUCKING GOOD the entire. Differentiation between sepereate characters based off of jash's artistic skills thing + motifs/symbolism for each one is extremely well thought out and the relationships between the three of these guys are CRAZY and TOXIC and RIVETING and bottom line SUPER GODDAMN RELATABLE to the vast majority of those in his audience. I would definitely recommend it if you enjoy concept albums/piecing together a story based off of several songs for me it was certainly an arduous process but BOY was it rewarding.
The lore/message itself is mostly up to listener interpretation but I personally like to think of that album as being centered around how valuable self acceptance is, how important communication and understanding and empathy is in a relationship, learning to break free from the bars that society cages one within, and just general dealings/causations of psychological turmoil. I think that what I like the MOST about CCCC tho is how lax/free you can be with your interpretations. it allows a LOT of space for creative liberty and overall message variation, and I like that. I like that very much.
OH and if you enjoy witty lyricism/enjoy having a bunch of allusions that you can rabbit-hole yourself into then you’ll probably like chonny jash . His stuff is like a puzzle but in video/music form. Anyway chonny jash changed my life I think everybody should listen to and look at the lyrics of one of his songs at least once in their life this shit is so good
Tergun 🤤
AND . AND TRIGUN. TRIGUN ISN’T A VIDEO GAME it’S a space western anime. Well OKAY it was originally a manga from the 90s that got adapted into an anime in the late 90s and then ANOTHER newer anime in 2023 so it’s actually just a broad term for these 3 pieces of media .
This is very general btw and while all adaptations go about it in different ways all of them center around the same plot; humans completely NERFED earth so they sent out these ships in order to find another habitable planet, and this mission is called “project seeds”. Aboard these ships are a bunch of humans put into cold sleep but OBVIOUSLY they can’t survive without resources, so alongside the cold sleep people are these human-made organisms called “Plants��� who produce the necessities + more that humans need to survive.
Still with me? Ok So everything’s all fine and dandy, but then suddenly due to an event that I cannot disclose because of spoiler related reasons these ships CRASH on a deserted sandy desolate planet, and the remaining humans are then forced to survive solely off of the remaining plants (since all the technology from the spacefaring age was lost in the crash).
Now that the worldbuilding stuff’s outta the way, the main character is this dude named Vash the Stampede who is constantly being chased and hunted down because of this CRAZY bounty he’s got on his head and this is where . The main themes of Trigun start to shine through. It’s about morality and the lives of other people, about the cycles of abuse that lead to why people do certain things and it dives quite deep into the psychological and philosophical aspects ESPECIALLY since this is like a “kill or be killed” world and the main character ALWAYS chooses NOT to kill, no matter what.
I started out with watching the newest adaptation (Trigun stampede) but there’s no right or wrong order to consume the three medias, so start with whichever one you’d like ,,,, assuming you do want to start watching it, anyway.
Judging from what little i know about ur interests, I think trigun would be more up your alley BUT ALSO chonny jash is so good ESPECIALLY CCCC AND ESPECIALLY IF YOU ENJOY A SMALLER AMOUNT OF CHARACTERS COUGH COUGH COUGH but it's ultimately up to you, this is all assuming you'd wanna delve into anything in the first place. anyway yeah rant over . 👍
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Okay cus I can here's little explanations for why each song in the Bill playlist is in the Bill playlist as of today (i change it a lot).
Razzle Dazzle- song about tricking people via showbiz. Specifically making them trust you. That's all he does.
Birdhouse in Your Soul- 'ahaha you can trust me ahahha :] or can you >:]'
Hip to Be Square- Patrick Bateman. Also it's about how cool it is to conform.
Dancing Queen- The ABBA songs are on here cus I think he'd like them. Dancing Queen is his favourite.
Winner Takes it All- Also an ABBA song but it's got some Bill themeing to it like you kinda gotta play dirty to get what you want cus the world is unfair.
Can't Decide- I remember.... 2014.....
I'm Gonna Win- Spiritual successor to Can't Decide in my head. All about how this guy's never gonna give up ever. Bill literally refuses to die out of spite multiple times.
Talking in Your Sleep- Movie song. It also goes hard.
My Way- Asshole anthem and another song he'd probably like irl.
Lifetime Achievement Award- This one is more Vanny singing AT him but yeh, get revived by an obsessive fan, idiot.
Run, Rabbit, Run- Bnunny :]
Science Fiction/Double Feature- He's a freaky sci-fi guy (this is kinda a compromise for Sweet Transvestite cus I don't have the BALLS to put that in the William Afton playlist sadly).
Feed My Ego- About relationships being for his benifit only. Wonderful.
Icicles- Mostly here cus Henry is the song that leads into this one on the album. It's got the whole motif of taking people out with you though which Bill totally does.
As Your Father I Expressly Forbid It- He's a suburban dad.
Do It All The Time- Mostly here cus of the robotic beep boops and general aura of world domination.
Ruler of Everything- DO YOU LIKE HOW I-
Kiss Me, Son of God- Bill has weird religious themeing and also he SUCKS.
dancing around in circles until my little feet fall off- CLOWN MUSIC.
We'll Meet Again- He... he always comes back....
Waterloo- About loving losing a fight. Brilliant.
It's Only A Paper Moon- Another song he'd like IRL but it's also about believing something so hard it becomes true. It's also an important part of A Streetcar Named Desire which is a play I think he enjoys.
The Snake- Literally that one Candy Cadet story in song form and it goes hard.
Variations On a Cloud- WHY DON'T WE KEEP IT COMING BACK AND COMING BACK AND
Make of This What You Will- Mostly just the vibes are correct with this one I think.
AD INFINITUM- He's not beating the Spampton allegations. It was either this or I straight up just put Big Shot in here.
Under My Skin- Makes me think of remnant and loss of identity.
well, better than the alternative...- He's a suburban mum. Next to Razzle Dazzle this is the most Bill song. There's even a rabbit reference in the first verse.
VIRUS- aaoaugh the bunny is malware in myyy commpurter..
Mx.Sinister- He's a little obsessive maybe a little.
2econd 2ight 2eer (that was fun, goodbye.)- Lots of lines in this one just scream Bill at me till I start dancing soz.
Noel's Lament- Bill would fantasise about being a 20s French sex-worker I think that's in character.
Something Something Lake- This is how I conseptualise UCN.
Fairytale of New York- His ex-wife calls him a fag.
Murder on the Dancefloor- Goes hard. Also he kills people.
I/Me/Myself- Fucking.... transgender.
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I May Be Small (...But?) But I Do Like Carrots
Day Three: (People and Situations Wheel!) I got Niki + Techno for people and Niki and Tiny OSMP Technoblade (what a coincidence!)
MerNiki and Rabbit Techno (tw: scared rabbit, briefly?)
Niki wakes up to a rabbit on her rock.
It's not technically hers, the same way that Tommy's tree branch perch and Ranboo's patch of grass aren't technically theirs.
Usually, it isn't a problem to get someone to leave. Niki just reminds them that it's her rock and that's the end of it.
Unfortunately, though, that doesn't really apply to the wildlife. Technically, she could just nudge the little rabbit away, but it looks so peaceful with its tiny eyes shut in sleep as it soaks up the sun.
She would feel bad about making it move, especially since it's practically her if she were a rabbit, a nice soft pink a few shades lighter than her hair.
Bun-niki would be a pretty good name for it, she decides, swimming up to the shore to watch it with her head resting on her arms.
It's nose twitches, every so often, and its ears flick at the chirping birds in the lakeside woods.
Niki only remembers to stop watching it when it twitches a few times at nothing. She's woken up some of her friends that way too; some things just know when they're being watched, apparently.
Rabbits, it seems, are no exception.
The rabbit's nose twitches and it sneezes, soft and quiet, before blinking its eyes awake.
Niki, of course, immediately feels terrible, like she's gone and flicked a guppy in the face with her tail.
She feels worse when a moment later the rabbit meets her gaze and lets out a startled noise, scrambling back so hard its legs get tangled under it and it falls onto its back.
She pulls up out of the water a bit, leaning on her forearms to peer closer in concern.
This does not go over well with the rabbit.
It rushes backwards, scrambling wildly until it runs into a rock, with its ears pressed back tightly against its skull.
She doesn't know a lot about rabbits, but that's a pretty universal signal of "fuck no."
The poor thing seems pretty scared, scared of Niki, so she leans back into the water again to give it some space.
"You're okay," she says, feeling awful for scaring it so much, "I'm not going to hurt you, little rabbit."
The rabbit seems pretty skeptical, making a funny noise that probably translates to some variation of "go away."
When she's scared, she likes to hold her stones. She wishes rabbits could hold stones, or she'd give him one in apology.
"Oh!" she says, making the rabbit stomp at the ground, "Sorry, sorry! But I know just the thing!"
She dives under the waves, reaching into one of her chests and zooming back to the surface.
The rabbit hasn't left yet, thank goodness. She still has time to make things right.
She holds out a handful of carrots and asks, "Would you like one?"
The rabbit's ears come untucked, flicking a bit.
Then, in a flash, there is no longer a rabbit on the shore.
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"Carrots," the person demands with a hungry and almost desperate look.
Niki holds out the handful with a tentative smile and before she can blink the rabbit is holding them close to his chest, munching on one while glaring at her. He crunches at the carrots almost angrily, rabbit ears, pink hair, overalls, and all.
"Um...hi," she tries with a hesitant smile.
He stops munching just long enough to make a face and reply with a terse, "Hello."
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If Niki could turn bigger, she definitely wouldn't stay small when she was scared of something that might eat her.
But, for some people, being surprised makes them stuck shifted.
She can't imagine being stuck so tiny! Everything would be terrifying if she were as small as Sneeg, or Techno sometimes. Especially if she didn't have any friends to keep her safe yet.
It's a good thing it was her that surprised Techno and not something like a snake.
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Not Canon Bits:
[Techno-Tommy-reverse. Bird boi is big and bunny boi is itty]
"Fight me."
"No! You're two feet tall."
"Coward."
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Niki's first impression with the new guy is...not the best.
In her defense, how was she supposed to know he could shift into a rabbit?
She thought rabbit hybrid just meant he had ears, or something!
So, when she saw a perfectly tasty-looking rabbit hopping awfully close to her favorite spot to swim, she pounced on the opportunity...literally.
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"And to think something so small could still be so much better than you."
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Niki is not going to eat the new guy.
Unfortunately, it does not seem that the new guy has been told as much.
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Pantalone's Constellation Misinfo and Likely Influence
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Hello and welcome to Avem rambles where I'm about to take you guys down an insane rabbit hole I discovered at 1 am and stayed up until almost 4 trying to figure out what was going on and losing my mind. And the topic in question is the mystery that is the Constellation that is probably our anti-capitalist king Pantalone's, as shown above.
(However just as a disclaimer, this is not confirmed as of the writing of this in 3.3. Just putting that out there because harbinger con speculation has been going on from day one and anyone who ever claims they are 100% certain a con is for a certain harb, they are from my experience often proven wrong. only confirmed ones are Scara/childe/Sigs. Also just in general this is a theory post and I could be wrong about some stuff, so please let me know if you have evidence that contradicts my points etc. I would love to hear it, this post will go into (spoilers) unquestioned mis-info so I would be hypocritical otherwise)
But yes, if you've been around any Harbinger constellation speculation you have probably heard the claim that this Constellation we are discussing is a symbol for Heresy, and there was a lot of postulating about how it could be Dottore's based on his real name likely being Zandik which means heretic and just in general his whole deal. However as seen above its probably Pantalone's considering he's wearing it, which raises some questions but its not inconceivable for him to be associated with heresy. But ultimately it doesn't matter whose it is, because that's not actually what this post's about, so get ready.
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So, if you've seen anyone talking about this symbol meaning heresy, you've probably seen one of the above pictures, or some similar variation. Or maybe when you googled "heresy symbol" you saw these symbols in the results. That's what I did, and immediately alarm bells went off in my head.
Because, all these pictures have one thing in common, all their sources have one thing in common. They all link to stock image sites. ALL OF THEM. There were more examples, but every picture on google images of this symbol or a variation all linked to a stock image site, to these generic corporate simplified icons. And none of those sites had their source, they were often bundled with other generic religious symbols, some normal and others equally weird.
So I took a different angle, I looked up "heresy religion" and other derivatives to find some actual historical/religious sources. Maybe its just because we live in a corporate hell and these ones got sent to the front of the line. But I looked, and looked, and looked. No actual scholarly source has this symbol anywhere. Because the thing is, despite what these stock images say, Heresy is not an official region (or even a cult). Because by definition, heresy is just a derivative of a religion, an action that goes against religious doctrine. And even me looking into 'heretical' religions by other names gave me no results. None of their symbols are similar beyond maybe a cross motif which means nothing.
(side note If anyone can actually find a proper source that uses this symbol, I will love to see it. prove me wrong though I'll be honest as what I'm about to get into, I don't think u can)
So at this point I was pulling out my hair because what the fuck. Where did this symbol even come from!? Why is this symbol associated with heresy? It was a terrible hour of the night but I didn't care, I had to figure it out.
Which is when I saw something that clicked something into place and lit up a path to the future. That suddenly made me remember something else that had kept popping up in my searches but I just dismissed because obviously it has nothing to do with my search for heresy.
Warhammer 40,000
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I found it!
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Holy shit. Its not a cross its a SWORD
So yes, lets backtrack slightly. So in my journey to find the heresy, Warhammer 40k kept popping up. Both in the images and in the normal search linking to the wiki etc. But beyond a cursory glance to confirm I didn't see the symbol, I dismissed it because obviously it has nothing to do with this. It was just popping up because Heresy was a term used in the game, but the symbol for its was this:
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Which was not what I was looking for (also should mention I know basically nothing about warhammer, but from my googling this is also a symbol of a civil war not a religion). But then of course I saw the other symbol above, and went wait fuck and proceeded to do a deep dive.
Won't pretend I have actually learned anything about Warhammer, but thats fine this isn't really about Warhammer either, its about the internet.
Because you see the Warhammer community like any good community, has its memes. And what is one such meme from Warhammer: The Heresy meme
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When I googled "warhammer 40k heresy" the first sujestion was to add "meme" to it, and from what I've researched its a super popular old meme. And while not immedietly connected to the above symbol, it does show up. For example, in the "Heresy symbol" google search from earlier, there's this one:
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And hey look, there's a cross symbol with the wings. Also fun fact, in a lot of the "heresy symbol" designs theres an orb shape between the wings. Well look at this:
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Oh look at that, isn't that similar.
So yes, long story short I'm fairly certain the so-called "heresy symbol" is not in fact some ancient symbol, but in fact a reference to Warhammer that went through an extreme game of internet telephone resulting in stock media sites copying the symbol from each other and it bit by bit transforming it into something unrecognizable and then into obscurity (these things have no downloads on these sites). Only for one day a genshin theorist to accidentally google something super specific and find them and take it at face value and now I see people claiming its a heresy symbol all the time. I'm torn between laughing and crying. The power of misinformation.
So, what is this constellation supposed to be then, if it isn't a heresy symbol (we are assuming hoyo did proper research and didn't use a symbol for heresy that isn't actually a thing). Well fun fact, part of the reason I did research on this thing was that I already had a theory about it and was really confused why everyone was calling it a heresy symbol. And was like, I guess I'll look into it to see why everyone was saying that and well u know the rest.
But yes, this constellation. I'm fairly certain its actually supposed to be referencing a Globus cruciger. Aka one of these things:
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Hey, isn't that shape familar. It also much like the original constellation, the cross ends at the orb.
So what is this thing and how does it relate to Pantalone (we are assuming its his constellation, he's wearing it)
According to the wiki (which is properly sourced) its:
"known as 'the orb and cross', is an orb surmounted by a cross. It has been a Christian symbol of authority since the Middle Ages, used on coins, in iconography, and with a sceptre as royal regalia.
The cross represents Christ's dominion over the orb of the world, literally held in the hand of an earthly ruler. In the iconography of Western art, when Christ himself holds the globe, he is called Salvator Mundi (Latin for 'Saviour of the World')."
Huh, a symbol of royalty, power, and riches, how apt. Also fun fact here's one of the Russian ones because these are our fake Russian's after all.
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And if you weren't convinced by that, I have something else to tell you.
Also a quote from the wiki:
"The globus cruciger was used as the alchemical symbol (♁) for antimony. It was also used as an alchemical symbol for Lupus metallorum “the grey wolf” supposedly used to purify alloyed metals into pure gold."
An Alchemical symbol associated with the purification of GOLD. Genshin loves their alchemy and even disregarding that, this constellation is probably Pantalone's aka the Harbinger's money man.
Who has this quote from the Pale Flame set, "Money is the lifeblood of the world, and the pathways along which it flows are the world's arteries. Then, the center of the world is a heart made of gold."
Pantalone a man who desires to control the world through controlling money.
"We shall, by whatever means necessary, become the heart that pumps money around the world." "And, when the moment comes, that heart shall cease beating by our will alone."
The Globus cruciger is literally symbolic of a ruler holding the world in their hands. A symbol of gold and power, it suits Pantalone perfectly.
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For the fanfic ask prompts, how about 16, 23, and 43?
16. Do you research for your fics? If so, how deep of a rabbit hole have you gone down by accident when researching?
To be honest, I tend to stick to things I'm already comfortable/familiar with when writing (or at least when writing fic), so I don't have to do much research. When I do, it's usually to check linguistic differences (slang, turns of phrase, what the fuck qualifies as a biscuit in the UK, etc.), geographical information (names of streets/cities/regions, is this even geographically possible??), and whether or not something existed during a certain time period
I sort of feel like if there's a deep rabbit hole for me to fall into when I'm doing research, I probably don't know enough about it to put it into my 2k-word fluff fic, and look for something else to use as a plot device. I'm too lazy for all that
23. What's your absolute favorite trope to write?
Character Who Doesn't Think They're Worthy of Love Gets Loved. I'm pretty sure that's what about 85% of my fics boil down to and I refuse to read into that
Alternately: any variation on friends to lovers. My demisexual ass will have it no other way, apparently
43. Talk about a positive experience with fanfiction or the fanfiction community that you will always remember.
I've... had a lot, actually. I've been so fortunate in that writing fic and being part of fan communities has almost always been a positive experience. I think probably I'll have to bring up the James Bond fandom, though
I got into James Bond in 2017. I joined a Slack group chat for the fandom in 2018. They ran challenges and monthly themes for fanworks, but everyone there also just... talked. I became friends with a lot of them, and it was nice. Then, in 2019, I got a job that I hated. I stuck it out for about a year, and was just thinking about finding a new job when the pandemic hit, and everything shut down. I worked at a hotel that offered extended stay rates, which meant that we still had guests - and as long as we had guests, I still had a job. Suddenly, a steady job wasn't a given, so I was kind of stuck
That place was... low-rate and falling apart. It did not attract friendly, well-adjusted people. Working there was detrimental to my mental and physical health, and occasionally threatening to my physical safety. Through all of that, though, I had the little people who lived inside my phone. Having everyone in that group chat there to talk to when I was sitting at the desk and felt scared, or stressed, or overwhelmed, or just fucking hopeless was more helpful than I think I can ever articulate. They let me talk and they commiserated with me and they distracted me with tales of gay spies, and having time to chat with them is one of the only positive things I remember about that job
Due To Personal Difficulties (funny enough), I haven't been back to them in a while, but I still have the tab open, because I know they won't mind if or when I do drop back in
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Please tell me about all the OCs Birthdays, Their Music Tastes, Fashion Sense and clubs!! (and their fav desserts if they have any LMAO)
All of them!
Martha- born on the 25th of duober, 1072183 AD. she's in the football club! The music she likes is upbeat pop, and calming jazz and r&b. Artists like Emily king, hot freaks, melody gardot, stuff like that. Things that make her feel happy, nostalgic, and calm. She likes retro futurism, lots of short plastic dresses with weird shapes, arm cuff things, weird hairstyles, and little boots! That's only if she can be bothered though, most of the time she's in shorts or short skirts, camisoles, and her mother's jacket. If she's going somewhere really fancy she may wear something metallic Ritz, or this other thing I haven't named yet, or have but didn't write it down. In case of winter, she has a lot of sweaters. Doesn't stop wearing short though. Just longer socks.
Tammy- born December fifth, she's in band and the cheer squad, she likes HEAVY metal, all that electric stuff, rock, anything with a good drum beat or baseline. Stuff like baby metal, in flames, etc. As for her style, what do you get when you combine an ero-goth and a leather jacket wearer? Tammy! She does a lot of DIY, and wears shorts, band tees, weird fucked up shirt she cut a lot of holes in, training bras, flip flops, and a studded up leather jacket she's had since she was 11. She doesn't really wear trousers. Her and Martha bond over only wears shortsness. (She also has a rabbit hoodie, she goes to the roller rink in it so she and Martha can be 'the tortoise and the hare')
Jenny- born the seventh of duodecimber, she's in the technology club! She likes... I don't actually know how to explain it but gorillaz, geisha girls, TV girl, that kinda funky, down-beat stuff you'd expect to hear in a video game. For the apparel she has one pair of shoes and she doesn't wear others, she likes putting yarn in her hair, tight sweaters, tennis skirt, stretchy jeans and polos, if she has to get fancy, she and Thomas have matching red dresses. She also has a lot of shirts that are variations of 'women want me, fish fear me'
Thomas- 3rd of October, he's in the football and gardening clubs, eventually the football team. As for music I don't think I fully fleshed him out... but dance music like neneh cherry and gothy/electronica like mareux, he also canonically listens to the artist 'vallicent' who is, of course, made up. His favourite song is red sands. In terms of clothes, most of the time he'll wear like... very small crop tops. This specific juniper green shirt that like crosses over like... idk it would have to be visual. Small skirts, baggy trousers, cool jackets, (the reason he joined the football team) he also owns a lot of band shirts, his favourite is his Phobos and Deimos shirt bcs it's got a picture of mars and it's two moons, I think nearly everyone owns one of those. He also quite likes astral outback. If he's getting fancy he'll just wear the red dress he has that matches with Jenny.
James/genji- born the 11th of undeviginber. Weird month. He's in the football club, and he's not in the band but he does like weird instruments like theramins and stuff. Subsequently, he likes weird music that has theramins and stuff. Stuff like TV girl as well, and talking heads, and... Earthbound soundtrack? He also like classical music. As for what classical means to someone a million years in the future, idk. For clothes, he wears a lot of layers, baggy shirt, flannel, leather jacket, and then. Shorts. He wears cargo shorts. Jorts. 😔. He also had a wack ass mullet but Tammy fixed it.
Sahrah- born. I actually didn't write it down so. Idk I'm feelin an autumn birthday? Maybe the 17th of something? M. I also don't think I gave her any clubs. °\_( :/ )_/°. Maybe eventually. I feel like she'd be in the photography club or something. As for her music, also vallicent. And Xiro. More made up bands/artists. Goth stuff, synth wave, also she does enjoy some softer stuff, easier on the ears. For her clothes, what are you supposed to do when you have white hair and blue skin? Be a goth! There's no other option. It is, however, quite hard to find clothes that accomadate six arms, so unless she's going somewhere she'll just wear some baggy trousers and a bra. If it gets cold, she has a poncho. But when she is going somewhere she wears very little in the way of shirts, or at least she does now, and she has a nice tight maxi skirt. She also has 'slug boots' which are boots with two spikes, that she stuck little balls on so they look like antennae. She also wears a lot of veils, sporty the... well I haven't decided what it's called but it's likely gonna be under 'frill'. She owns a lot of off shoulder stuff cuz. Yknow. Arms.
Aled- born 17th tredecimber, he's in the football and poetry club. I don't think. I gave him any sense of music. Idk he listens to something °\_( :\ )_/° bound to. In terms of clothes he has a wool lined denim jacket that he constantly wears. And camp trousers. And like, vests. He wears vests. He also wears a little headband :)
Georgie- born vigiduober 10th, she's in the tennis club, the poetry club, and she's in band, plays the tuba! As for music she likes astruca pop, classical, and the upbeat kind of goth like strawberry switchblade. She wears mostly ripped baggy jeans and tiny shirts, I don't think I've drawn her enough times to get a full gauge on her style. There's a lot of black and cobwebs though.
Dane- born the 1st of quinquber, he's. Still not really fleshed out. Tennis club, gardening club, whatever. Music I... didn't flesh out. However I now know his last name is newton! Huzzah! I've drawn him like once, and he wears fancy nail polish and sweaters. That's. That's all I've got.
I've gotta update all my posts now don't I. Also this took like two days cuz I kept messing around while doing it
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dragonmuse · 2 years
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What if izzy and eddy had met earlier, i know weve seen just abt every variation of it all by now but, if eddy had met izzy while faith was still alive, how could that have changed things?
(great question and you know by now that I will go ever down the rabbit hole on these things. This verse is dubbed "But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you". Bulleted list time!)
-Izzy gets wind of easy money in backroom bare knuckle boxing a little earlier. He’s freshly seventeen and been with Faith for a year and a half. They’re both saving up seriously for the moment she turns eighteen. 
-There’s another teen there, lean and dangerous looking. Eddy, nineteen and already working for Hornigold, looking for some extra cash on a week off. 
“They’re going to eat you alive,” Eddy predicted when Izzy stepped up to the line. They’ve been waiting, already planning on challenging the winner of the next match. 
“They can fucking try,” Izzy spat. And he knocked the first guy out in one punch because he might be small, but he’s pretty much pound for pound made of fury and spite. 
Eddy does challenge him and they kick his ass. But on a whim, they offer him a hand up after. 
“You’ve got to learn how to dodge.” 
“Yeah?” Izzy gave them a speculative look. “So teach me.” 
“Fuck off,” they laughed. “Why would I do that?” 
“Dunno. Why not?” 
And that was Eddy’s siren call. ‘Why not?’ indeed. So they went out to the alley and she taught him a few things. The kid listened well, asked questions and kept his eyes so close on her face that it was like a hand on their skin. 
“You want dinner?” Izzy asked. “I owe you for the tips."
-They get dinner. Izzy has some cash, wadded up bills in a worn silver money clip with someone else’s initials on it. Eddy, relaxed with a full belly, brags a little about fights they’ve been in, punches they’ve thrown. Izzy goes on listening, intent and intense. It’s weird and kind of wild. 
-They shouldn’t cross paths again, but Eddy circles back a month later to the same bar and there’s Izzy using the moves she taught him and a few more besides, ducking and weaving and giving the other guy a hell of a time. Eddy finds him after, and they talk a little over where he went wrong in the last fight. When the talk takes them outside, Eddy spots Izzy’s bike and eagerly shows of their own. When she complains about a piston issue, he’s got some tools in his saddle bags and fixes it up right. 
-It occurs to Eddy even then that Hornigold would fucking bust a nut over Izzy, who is compliant, a nasty piece of work, and clearly without many roots. Idly she asks, 
“Would you leave the city for work?” 
“Now?” He hesitated and that surprised her. 
“Yes.” 
“Can’t yet,” he stepped away from the bike. “Gotta wait a year.” 
“Why?” 
Izzy gave them a long accessing look, judging for something that Eddy didn’t know about. 
“I’ve got a girl,” he said carefully after a long minute. “I promised her I’d get her out of here, but she’s fucking smart. We can’t leave until she’s gotten a sure place in a college somewhere.” 
Eddy would’ve never guessed that in a million years. 
“A girl?” 
“Yes,” Izzy said mulishly. “That so hard to believe?” 
It kind of is with the way Izzy had eyed them up like so much meat the first time they met, but okay sure. A girl. 
-So this time they will definitely probably never meet again. Except Eddy is back again next month because this guy is so fucking strange and that’s Interesting and Eddy loves Interesting. And Izzy is clearly pleased to see her. He’s got a bottle of stolen whiskey this time and they find a dark place to share it out between them. Eddy winds up telling him how she got the bruise on her arm. Tells him about what she does. 
“Huh,” he took a sip of the booze, tilted his head against the brick. 
“What?” 
“Nothing. Just...that’s the job you were thinking of last time?” 
“Uh huh.” 
“Lot of people don’t make it back from those?” 
“Not a lot,” Eddy frowned. “But uh. It happens.” 
“Yeah, no thanks,” he snorted. “I promised no jail, but I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t be keen on the dying thing either.” 
“I want to meet this girl,” Eddy decided on a whim. 
“Yeah, okay. 
-Izzy stops at a payphone and makes a call. They drive to her place and she’s waiting on the front steps in the dark, folded up in to a little ball. She’s not a beauty, and definitely fragile, the kind of breakable goods Eddy avoided. But she lights up when she sees Izzy and practically floats down the steps to meet him. That’s...that’s kind of beautiful, Eddy can admit. 
“Hi,” Faith gives Eddy a wary look, but steps up to their bike anyway. “Israel’s said a lot about you.” 
“Didn’t think ‘Israel’  said a lot about anything,” Eddy held out their hand, schooled in the Hornigold manner of meeting people these days. Faith shook in. Her hand was small in theirs, but her grip was firm enough. She met their eyes without hesitation.  
“You have to be listening,” she said with authority. Eddy felt chastised and not sure why. 
-They all go down to the riverwalk and sit on an abandoned pier to finish the bottle. Faith is a giddy drunk and giggles incessantly until Izzy laughs with her about fucking nothing. It should be annoying, but people don’t laugh around Eddy much and she finds herself laughing along with them. Faith has a chocolate bar in her pocket and she solemnly splits it three ways. 
-Eddy doesn’t pretend that they aren’t going looking for Izzy next time. And Izzy sees them as soon as they walk in and gives them a fierce smile. They pick up Faith and this time Eddy takes them out. their flush with cash and who else do they have to spend it on? They both eat with intent, but Faith continues to carry on a conversation at least. 
“I like your bracelet thing,” Eddy gestured to Faith’s wrist where she has a piece of black ribbon strung with silver beads, including a skull one that stares emptily up at nothing. 
“This? I made it.” She grinned, then with a considering look. “It’d be better on you. I tied it too big.” 
“No,” Eddy said softly, not enough to actually deter her. Faith undid it and then took Eddy’s hand like that was a safe thing to do, wrapped the ribbon around it and cinched it. 
“See? Perfect. Goes with your whole thing.” 
“What thing?” Eddy wondered, but didn’t take it off. Didn’t offer to give it back. Izzy said nothing, just glanced at it and nodded like he agreed with the entire moment. 
-Eddy doesn’t take the bracelet off. Skulls are badass and no one says shit to them about it. 
-They meet a few more times. Izzy always knows some forgotten corner they can hole up in. He keeps being happy to see Eddy and fuck knows that no one else is. Except maybe Faith, who is no longer at all wary and chatters at Eddy like she knows they’re listening no matter what their face says. It’s so...normal? Maybe? Was this what high school friendships were supposed to be like? 
-Then Eddy shows up on a random Thursday night and Izzy isn’t at the bar. He isn’t lurking around the front or around the back and the guy that runs the fight says he hasn’t been all week. Eddy probably should just go. Come back another time, but they’ve got sharp instincts and something is fucking wrong. They go to Izzy’s place. He’d pointed it out once, careless as anything.  A girl answers the door, she’s small and looks so like Izzy, Eddy is sure this is the right place. 
“I’m looking for Izzy,” she tells the girl. 
“Why?” her look is knowing. “Are you a cop?” 
“No. Just a...a friend.” 
“Oh. You’re kind of old for it.” 
“What are you? Nine?” 
“Eight,” she corrected, but the door opens wider. “ISRAEL! SOME WEIRD DUDE IS HERE FOR YOU!” 
“Wow,” Eddy does not bother to engage with that, just steps inside. The house is neat. Like painfully neat. Don’t kids live here? The girl does and Izzy mentioned a younger brother once. If the furniture wasn’t so worn, she’d guess this place was a showroom. 
Izzy takes a long time coming downstairs. When he gets there, his eyes are red-rimmed. He stops dead when he sees Eddy. 
“What happened?” they demand flatly. 
“She died,” Izzy said simply and Eddy didn’t know she had a heart left to break. Learn something new every day. “Heart thing... I don’t know. I didn’t know what the fuck to do.” 
“Fuck,” Eddy stared at him. Izzy looked hollowly back. “When?” 
“Last week. They had the funeral already. Forgot to invite me,” he said bitterly. 
“Fuck,” Eddy said again weakly. Whatever sadness was in her, she could see tenfold in him. That was his hope. His dream. The one Eddy had never bothered to have. Izzy had seen a way out of this sanitized hellscape. 
There was Hornigold. There was the future Eddy had paved for herself. Izzy must’ve read it off her. 
“I can go tonight if you think they’ll have me,” he said without feeling. She knew that numbness. She knew a line thrown out into the dark waters. 
And a stranger? She’d have thrown them into Hornigold’s maw without question. Izzy would be an asset. She knew now that he wasn’t just vicious, but smart. Not like she was, not a good strategist with a razor blade mind. He was regular smart, good at math (Faith had tattled, and oh fuck oh fuck fucking Faith with her ribbons and her soft blue eyes just gone, where was the goddamn fairness in that?) and sorting through information. 
“What about college?” Eddy asked slowly. 
“What about it?” Izzy leaned against the wall like standing up took too much energy. 
“You should go.” 
“Why?” 
“Because she can’t.” 
Izzy stared at her, “With what fucking money?” 
“Dunno. Let’s figure it out.” 
-It wasn’t hard to ask around. Eddy was charming and got a handle on the vocabulary quickly enough. There were scholarships. Financial aid. When Izzy got in and had enough to move out into a dorm, it felt like Eddy had done right. She was quit of whatever weird obligation she felt to a dead girl. 
-Except they had to know if Izzy was sticking with it. And his dorm wasn’t a bad place to crash on the odd night they were in town and their apartment echoed too much. The books on his desk were interesting, even if he was too busy studying to be fun. Sometimes though he ditched those and they went into the night. Got drunk. Found a fight. They fought well together. 
-Eddy complained about Hornigold more as Izzy went from junior to senior and started eyeing up a master’s program with steely determination. As far as she knew, he’d made no other friends of any note, hadn’t so much as looked at another girl (or boy, but whatever Iz, sure, girls only, uh huh).  He ate and breathed math, the gym and Eddy.  
“So quit,” Izzy said finally with an eye roll. “Fuck, Eddy if he’s such a piece of shit, then put your efforts somewhere else.” 
“Where would I go?” she frowned. “This is what I’m good at.” 
“That’s such bullshit,” he set down his pen and turned all that heavy focus onto her. “You’re smart as fuck. Pick literally anything else. I’ve got an internship lined up this summer. Real money. Got to find a place. Live with me while you figure it out if you want.” 
“Iz-” They started then stopped. 
“You got me here. Let me get you where you’re going now. My turn.” 
How did she say no to that? Getting out from under Hornigold was both harder and easier than she though. He wasn’t happy, but she’d signed a lot of NDAs and did a lot of swearing to not poach clients. Then she was in the wind. 
-For five months, Eddy doesn’t do much. Watches Izzy go to his internship in a jacket and tie which maybe suit him more than she expected. He comes back with money and takeout most nights. When his masters program starts, it’s the same, except he has work that he does while they watch tv together at night. 
-There’s a boutique dress shop at the end of their street. The displays are gorgeous and Eddy lingers outside them sometimes, not sure what appeals to her about it. A matronly woman with a severe haircut, but kind eyes, finally peeks out of the shop one day and asks timidly, “Would you like to come in, dear?” 
Her name is Mona and she let’s them wander around the shop, touching everything. When they realize what they’re doing, they make for the door, transgression and shame in their gut without knowing why. 
“Why don’t you stay for a bit?” Mona said and Eddy nervously hovers in the doorway “Only, I run this place on my own and at my age, I get a little nervous being alone all day. You have an appreciation for my  things and I don’t really ask for more than that.” 
Eddy took the job. When she told Izzy, he gave her a speculative look then shrugged. “Yeah sure, why not?” 
It doesn’t pay a lot, not even full time, but Mona teaches them about fabrics and draping. She makes a lot of the things she sells and Eddy learns that too. To fit the part, Mona makes them a shirt that’s only not a blouse because of the side the buttons are on. It’s a middle shade of blue and clings and Eddy wears it to work every day until she gives them another in green. Then one in purple. Then one in a buttery yellow that Eddy only wears on the truly dark days because it's impossible to be completely sullen in yellow.
“I like the purple one best,” Izzy said without much interest when Eddy pressed him about it. So that was that. 
-It’s a late winter night when it happens. Their heat is awful, an ancient radiator that spits out blurts of lukewarm air and makes a racket doing it. Eddy doesn’t give him a chance to argue, just crawls into Izzy’s bed, shivering and he doesn’t kick her out. 
He’s very warm actually and he smells good, clean and sharp in her nose. They’ve always liked his profile, the strong nose and heavy brow. For work, he’s kept his hair a little more tidy and she missed the way it used to spill over his forehead. It had been awhile since Eddy had gone out late and dipped into a club to find someone to scratch the itch with. She could use a fuck, and he was ready to hand. 
“Did you ever make it with any of those coeds?” She asked in the confessional dark. 
“No,” he said without reluctance. He’d always been honest with her. She’d never asked for that, but thrived on it anyway. “Felt wrong.” 
“What about with me?” She challenged. 
“What about with you?” he stiffened. “Come on, Eddy. Let me fucking sleep.” 
“You’ve thought about it. I know I have.” 
“I’m not- I don’t-” He stopped.”Fuck, this feels like a trap. Why is it always traps with you?” 
“It’s not a trap,” she rolled over onto her stomach so she could look at him better. “Really, Iz. I’ll make it good for you.” 
Faith stands between them, an unspoken chastity belt that Izzy had wrapped himself in willingly. But Eddy had known Faith. She knew a girl who wanted Izzy to have a life. Maybe his wasn't the one she’d planned, but this was what they had to work with. 
“I’m not gay,” he mumbled. 
“Okay. I’m like barely a guy at this point,” Eddy countered. “I don’t know what I am.” 
“You’re just Eddy,” Izzy said with a sigh. “You’re fucking magic.” 
And how could she not kiss him after that? Izzy was solid stone for about a second and a half. Then he melted into her. He was definitely green to it, but like in all things, he listened and he obeyed like a pro. Maybe he wasn’t gay, but he gave her a pretty good orgasm without much hesitation once he figured out what was what. 
-What they hadn’t counted on was that it changed things. Maybe not even for the worse. Izzy started bringing them things. Nothing expensive. Just little things. A candy they liked, a magazine with an article about the future of batteries because she’d gone on rant about how theirs died too fast recently, a pair of flip-flops when hers broke, and a small wooden sculpture of a wolf howling at the moon just because it caught his eye.  He already cooked a lot, but he upped his game, quietly adding recipes and paying attention to what she ate and what she shoved aside to create targeted meals that left her groaning.
Also they had sex a lot. Once Izzy had gotten a taste and they’d proven willing to go again, it turned out they’d pulled the cork on a shaken bottle of diet coke. The man was ravenous and just like food, he figured out what they liked and didn’t like rapidly. Eddy went from months between to glutted on sex.
-”Is that your roommate?” Mona asked one afternoon when Izzy walked Eddy to work, then continued on to the new gym he was trying out. With nothing to punch, Eddy had quickly lost interest in lifting weights and liked how soft their body had become. 
“Yeah,” Eddy watched Izzy through the window, trying to see him how Mona might. 
“And he’s single?” She asked. 
“Why?” Eddy grinned at her, “You interested?” 
“No,” Mona said archly. She never let Eddy’s teasing get to her, but she seemed to enjoy the attempts. “I thought maybe you were.” 
“Me?” Eddy scoffed pretty hard for someone who had made said roommate come three times in the last twenty-four hours. 
“Mhm.” Mona reached for a spool of thread. “The way you talk about him sometimes. And now I’ve seen the way you look at him.” 
-There was a lot to look at. Eddy touched the black ribbon that they still wore around their wrist. Izzy belonged to Faith. But Faith was dead five years now. Almost six. Maybe he was Eddy’s now. Inherited. 
-At the six month mark, it was hard to deny that something was happening. Izzy almost asked a few times. Eddy watched the question form in him, but always found a way to distract  him from it. Until one night when they were fucked out, exhausted and sticky and before she could look to catch it, Izzy just asked in his raw way, 
“What the fuck are we doing?” 
Eddy closed her eyes, “Looks like a couple, fucks like a couple, bickers like a couple. What the fuck do you think it is? A duck?” 
“That doesn’t even make sense,” Izzy groaned, but he reached out across the mattress and put his hand on hers. She turned her hand palm up and laced their fingers together. That was that then. 
-Izzy gets his masters, gets a good fucking job at a legit place. It’s a suit job and she gets to watch him assemble himself every morning in progressively nicer fabrics that she picked out. Layers of charcoal and rich jewel tones that make his wild dark eyes and hair stand out all the more. 
There’s a dinner, fancy and plus one’s invited. Izzy tells them without expectation or concern. She’s not sure when he conquered his fears about people calling him gay, but apparently he’s arrived if he’s inviting them, considering Eddy’s got quite a beard and wears a lot of silk. 
“Be easier if I was your wife,” Eddy sighed. 
“Who gives a shit?” said Izzy, someone who had very much given a shit a year ago. 
“What if I was your wife?” Eddy asked and Izzy’s mouth shut with a click. “I’m not proposing, I’m thinking I could shave. Do some makeup.” 
“It’s not a sitcom,” Izzy said slowly like she might’ve lost the plot. “And I just said it’s fine. It’ll be fine. They like to pretend to be progressive at this place. I might not get promoted, but I’m not planning on staying long for that anyway.” 
Izzy had a fifteen year plan that made Eddy’s head hurt when he explained it, but it was ambitious. 
“I know,” Eddy frowned and then sighed. “Listen, I think I just want to put on a fucking dress and feel fancy.” 
Izzy nodded once, “Fine. Do that then.” 
When they shaved the beard, they waited for the judgment, but Izzy just reached out and cupped their face, “You like it?” he asked. 
“I do.” 
“Ok then.” 
She doesn’t actually wear a dress to Izzy’s dinner, but the thought is there now. Instead, they went in a suit and made nice to the very boring, but delighted spouses of Izzy’s co-workers. 
It was the beginning though. The dresses came after that. Mona made her the first one: a purple sundress that created curves like magic. Izzy took it off of them in minutes which she took as appreciation. 
-It took more doing to get Izzy to go to a club. He was deeply uncomfortable and hovered by the bar, eyes darting to bodies then away like it burned him. But he didn’t ask to leave, let her dance as long as she liked and drove home without complaint.  When she was drunkenly tucked into bed, she pat his arm, 
“You’re really good to me.” 
“Yeah,” Izzy laughed and leaned in to kiss her forehead. “Only cause you make this rotten world worth living in.” 
And that sat in her chest and sat in her chest until she reached for him and woke him from a deep sleep. 
“What?” he groaned. “Fuck, it’s 4am, you nightmare.” 
“I love you,” she told him urgently. He froze and then sat up. 
“Are you dying?” 
“No,” she frowned. “Not that I know of.” 
“Am I dying?” 
“Uh, no?” 
“Oh.” He scrubbed at his face. “And you love me?” 
“I know, I’m surprised too,” she smiled in the dark. 
“Fuck you,” he said without any heat. “You know I love you too.” 
“I didn’t.” 
“Well I do,” he flopped back down, head landing on her shoulder. “Wanna fuck?” 
She rolled over him, straddling his waist and made hay of the early wake up. 
-Izzy got promoted. Eddy learned how to make a complete garment.  She thought she should want more. Do more. But he never asked it of her. He talked about her job like it mattered as much if not more than his. He learned the terms, the regular customers. He bought Mona the same soulless gifts he bought his own work people every year. 
-Stede Bonnet walked into Mona’s shop and found a beautiful clerk with waist-length hair (still mostly black), in a navy dress with a cowl neck, pockets and a skirt fluffed with tulle.  They chatted while she took his measurements without question, told him about their custom orders and recommended a fitted bodice with flare. 
“I love how you look,” Stede offered. “You...well. You wear it all very well.” 
“Thanks,” she grinned. “You’ll look great too, promise. I’ll work on it myself.” 
“Thank you,” he ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll be back then. Will you be here when I pick it up?” 
“Likely.” 
She thought about him a lot. Enough that she mentioned him to Izzy, who nodded and probably added Stede to the rolodex in his brain. 
When Stede came back for the fitting, the dress was perfect. 
“I’m going to start doing drag,” he explained, unable to stop touching the careful pleats Eddy had put in. “I’ve got a bar that I’m renovating on fifth. I thought it’d be years, before I could do such a thing, but my father had a boating accident.” 
“Sorry?” Eddy offered. 
“Oh, don’t be, I’m not.” Stede hesitated, then apparently gathered gumption, maybe from the dress itself which he was still stroking. “Could I take you out to lunch perhaps?” 
He was very pretty. Just their actual type, not whatever Izzy had accidentally convinced her into. They liked the way he spoke and how he held himself. 
“You can. But as friends. I’ve got a partner.” 
“Oh, of course you do,” Stede’s smile fell a little, but didn’t entirely dim. “I would like to be your friend very much.” 
-They do become friends and when the Revenge becomes a reality, Eddy takes Izzy to opening night. They watch all the acts with increasing incredulousness, but even Izzy has to admit it’s all kind of impressive. 
“You could do that,” he said thoughtfully. “Bet you’d be good at it. You already dance around the apartment all the time.” 
“Kind of different, Iz,” she tsked, but...maybe not that different. 
She’s on the stage in weeks and she never wants to come down. Her stage name is Holly GoFightMe because it was the first name that made Izzy laugh on her list. 
-Stede is helpful and kind. He’s around a lot, they do numbers together and interview bartenders together. It’s hard to find a good one (the one they’re waiting on is only seventeen at the moment) and they fire a lot of them. And it’s ‘they’ not ‘Stede’ because Eddy gets interested in the running of things and takes on more and more until Stede just hires her. Eddy cuts down her hours at the store and Mona adds on another staff member,  
-”You spend a lot of time with him,” Izzy offers over breakfast one morning. It’s fucking delicious because Izzy refuses to quit until he masters something. 
“I like him.” 
“How much?” He asks and it’s not heated, just curious.  Maybe a little sad. 
“A lot. But there’s you. So.” 
“So,” Izzy leaned back and watched her. “I know we fell together and I’ve never been sorry for a day, but if you want something else...I’m not a jailer, Eddy.” 
“You’re mine though,” she checked and he nodded without hesitation. “So I’m yours.” 
“There’s a chick at work-” 
“Don’t say chick,” they wrinkled their nose.  
“Fine,” Izzy huffed. “There’s a lovely young lady at work,” the sarcasm was extra thick “who has a husband and a girlfriend. Since she met you at that one work party, she thinks I give a shit and keeps yakking to me about it.” 
“What are you saying?” She frowned. 
“I’m saying...I’m saying I don’t want to lose you because you’re falling in love with that twit and you have to choose.” 
Was she falling in love with Stede? She prodded her heart with annoyance and it produced a very strong ‘probably’. Well fuck. 
“I’d chose you,” she said firmly. 
“Oh,” he considered that then smiled. “That’s good. But you’d be upset over it. So. If he’s cool with it...I’ll find a way to be.” 
“Really?” She stared at him. “Who are you?” 
“You keep showing me there’s nothing beyond the lines that were drawn. I think I’m whoever you made me.” 
Huh.  
-Stede is still very interested, even as she outlines the nature of what they’d be walking into. And it is such a damn relief to get into bed with someone who takes the lead. He’s good at it too, leaves her wrung out and thrilled. She stays with him for two days before creeping home, feeling a bit like she should be ashamed or at least wary. 
“Have fun?” Izzy asked as she sat down beside him on the couch. 
“Yeah,” she admitted. 
“Good,” he reached for her and kissed her. “I love you.” 
“Love you too.” 
-It turned out you could have it all. Theater, friends, a lover and a partner.  
-One unremarkable day, Eddy was home, mending a dress when she reached for something and the ribbon on her wrist snagged, ripped and finally slid off her wrist for the last time. She was startled by the tears that came to her eyes. It had been fifteen years since Faith had walked lightly on the earth and in all honesty, Eddy rarely thought about her anymore. Yet everything she had was because of her. With great tenderness, she wrapped the ribbon her necklace stand where she’d see it every day as she got dressed. 
“Iz?” She called out when he came home that night.
“Yeah?” he came through the apartment to find her, her very own heat-seeking missile. He never spent more than a minute after getting in the door before finding her and kissing her. 
“Can we get married?” She asked him after his lips departed hers. “I just...I was thinking that we practically are and I’d like it if we just were.” 
“Yeah, Eddy.” He pressed his forehead to her. “Let’s do that.” 
They don’t really do a thing. There’s a courthouse and cake. They invite a few people, including Stede which they all try hard to not make weird. But mostly what Eddy wanted was the ring. It was gold and delicate, but present and heavy on her finger. Izzy’s was much the same, the band just a little thicker. It looked right on his hand. 
-On what he tries to make seem like a whim (but does not have a chance in hell of appearing as one since Izzy is allergic to whims along with half the known foods on the planet), he takes their name instead of the other way around. Israel Teach becomes a full partner at his chosen accounting firm and he buys his new spouse a gorgeous three-bedroom apartment not far from the Revenge. 
-By the time Lucius finds his way to the Revenge, it’s a neighborhood institution. He meets the owners, who are clearly grossly in love with each other. And one of the owner’s husbands, who sits at the bar very dutifully every Friday night and drinks exactly two vodka tonics very slowly. 
“You’re partner is really something,” Lucius said one night and Izzy smiled like he’d won the fucking lottery. 
“Yeah, Eddy is magic.” 
And who wouldn’t want a piece of that smile for themselves?
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etruatcaelum · 7 months
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8 and 9 to all, 13 to Summer
8. which scar was caused by the worst wound?
SALEM.
The only scars she has are the ones she had before she became immortal—most of them are on her forearms, up near her elbows, little flecks of remembered scar tissue and faint lines of discoloration, self-inflicted from clawing at herself and then picking the wounds open over and over in the tower.
But she also has some gnarly ones from where the God of Light bit her. They didn’t heal, exactly; Darkness glued her back together before he and his brother drowned her in the fountain of life. So they don’t quite look like scars: they’re necrotic-black and scabrous. The biggest runs from where her left shoulder joins her neck, down to her mid-back on the right side. She’s got a discontiguous slash of punctures and gouges following the same line down her front, neck to waist. (In her V7-8 fit those would have been visible.)
OZMA.
They don’t exactly get to keep their scars—of which they’ve had quite a lot over the years—but there is an injury that was bad enough to persist across lifetimes, and that’s what Salem did to their leg the night Lux Aeterna fell. When the fortress came down on their heads, Ozma shielded themself and Salem… didn’t, so she got smushed like a bug right in front of them and that kind of snapped Oz out of the battle haze for a minute.
So they pulled her out of the rubble, panicking, and as she started to knit herself back together she grabbed their thigh and like, railgunned her own broken bones through their leg. And then they incinerated her because what the FUCK, and then she reconstituted and burnt them alive, and every single one of Ozma’s hosts since then has developed a psychosomatic limp because it still hurts.
SUMMER.
This. It’s faded, but Summer’s hands and forearms to this day have splotches of noticeable discoloration, darker and ashier than her natural skin color. She wears long sleeves to cover it up, doesn’t like when people stare. The injury also did some permanent damage to her nerve endings; she has fluctuating but constant pins and needles, and her gloves have a reinforced aura-reactive lining to help her grip. Gloves off, she can’t hold anything much heavier than a half-gallon of milk without either cradling it in her arms or bracing it on a hip—her fingers just aren’t very strong anymore.
OSCAR.
Besides the type of scars you’d expect a kid who grew up on a farm to have, Oscar didn’t have any truly serious ones before Atlas. He does have one on his right forearm that looks nasty—but it’s from getting kicked by a rabbit, not exactly dire.
Nowadays, though? His worst injury and worst scar are both courtesy of Salem. When she blasted him after he lied about the lamp being out of questions, she caught him with his aura down. That burn eventually heals into a huge, reddish starburst of a scar.
9. do they have any funny story related to one or more of their scars?
SALEM.
On the extremely rare occasion that someone both sees the scars and dares to actually ask, she tells the truth, which is “god tried to kill me.” Nobody ever quite believes her.
She thinks it’s funny.
OZMA.
Generally, Ozma does not like to talk about whatever scars they acquire, irrespective of how they got them.
SUMMER.
With most of her scars being from her huntressing days, the true stories are mostly variations on “so there was this grimm—” Whether the story is funny or not depends; Summer used to frame them as funny stories as a matter of course, often with a self-deprecating tone, but she doesn’t do that anymore.
OSCAR.
The Rabbit Incident. He gets a kick out of it because he can instantly tell how country a person is based on where they fall on the “yeah that tracks, rabbits amiright?” to “what do you mean a little bunny did THAT” sliding scale.
13. did they ever come up with some absurd story about their scars?
When she doesn’t feel like getting into it—with nosy strangers mainly—she does like to make up stupid, outlandish stories about how she got them. For her hands, her go to is “lost a fight with the sun,” and she’ll riff hard on ‘The Man Who Stared at the Sun’ if challenged on that.
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gunsli-01 · 1 year
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I will always state that outside of all the nonsense that goes on in my milgram posts my personal opinion on punishment....like just me not taking any fandom responses, theories etc if it was just up to me innocent sweep for everyone. Sorry my morals are very loose by loose i mean i refuse to be a witness. I will not start problems for myself, it is the job of the authorities to prove they did anything not me.
I did not ask for this position as far as I know I'm trapped here too and being put to sleep for months at a time. Honestly, if I was Es I would simply vote everyone innocent and get to the end of this as quickly as possible. No skin off my back. What about the songs, the visuals, the confessions could you ignore- I had and still have to at times ignore gunshots the answer is yes I could and I would. I know this can sound cowardly or uncaring but even if I started off taking the job seriously as soon as Mikoto kicked my ass i would be rethinking life.
I'd be doing whatever the fuck kept me safest cause clearly this facility isn't trustworthy not just for these inmates but for me as well. Though I wouldn't jump to making deals with inmates right away either. This is a clear facility failure in more ways than one. So after being shell-shocked for a bit I'd take the issue up with Jackalope. If he can't do anything about it then yeah no I'm not trusting anyone after that for a while.
Even at the beginning having it all laid out to me like "Hey you're here with these murderers, we give them a lot of freedom, and you have to find out what they did and judge if they deserve to be punished or not. We aren't related to the authorities in any way and no i won't explain how you got here or what happens after all this." My immediate knee-jerk reaction was just "Alright, cool, cool no one here's a cop sooooo...innocent." If any inmates hit me with why did you vote this way I'd simply go "Why did you kill? Exactly. Stop asking questions." Like if any of the inmates wanted a different judgement then I'd probably be like fine here ya go. If I can abstain or consider a 50/50 as abstaining then I'd just do that what is the rabbit gonna do fire me?
All this to say I think milgram fans that like to write should very much write self-indulgent guard insert fanfics where their votes are the only one that matter and explore the other possibilities. I'm willing to write guard and choice variations for people not that into writing themselves but I've got no clue if my style is for everyone. I just think it'd be fun to see what it'd be like if it was all up to one individual and I feel like the fandom would be full of so many possibilities.
Ah, my variations may also be kind of boring though since going all innocent might not cause as much conflict as we're seeing now. Kotoko would definitely be mad at me but at least she can't jump me. It really depends on the prisoner not everyone would be happy with straight innocent verdicts. Both options may just be far too dangerous. Just accepting everything or denying it haaaa it's difficult to figure out a nice balance.
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Homie, if you have your basic premise for your Chosen AU, I would love to read it!!
I will take crumbs and suck it up like an overpriced vacuum(/lh, /hj)
thank u!!!!!!! oooh so i dont have much in the ways of plot figured out, but the main focus is definitely the galar kids because they’re my favorites ksjdksj.
i have something of a magic/weapons system figured out at least- something between a magical girl anime and the infernal arms in hades. in terms of that, for some reason im thinking of it from like a video game moveset perspective
the chosens (they’re technically gonna be called paladins in my au but eh i dont wanna figure that all out rn) all have weapons that correspond to their choosers and their own traits. special moves/status effects usually copy the powers of the chooser, and then the type of weapon itself will have more to do with the chosen.
then of course its not just weapons, the chosens also get some powers on their own and little physical changes. e.g.: hop (zacian’s chosen) gets sharp teeth and grows super tall, serena (xerneas) makes plants grow where she steps and has antlers, calem’s (yveltal) blood is poisonous and , barry (palkia) can put things and himself in his own pocket dimension, etc.
AND THEN HERES WHERE I HAD MY LITTLE STROKE OF GENIUS i made the chosen weapons work like infernal arms, where each chosen wielder of the chooser’s weapon has their own Aspect of it that can be channeled by other chosens via a waking phrase. these phrases know no bounds from time or space, and chosens from the future can be channeled by chosens from the past and vice versa. They can activate each other’s aspects in order to speak with each other.
my main examples that i have all figured out are Hop and Gloria channeling the original kings. they hold a very confused conversation and then they tell their tips for using each other’s aspect, as well as giving each other their best life advice
and (pre-game) Volo channeling (post-pla) Dawn’s aspect: they get into a screaming match and are of little help to each other. however, Dawn yells “FUCK YOU IM COMING TO STOP YOU MYSELF” and then her past self appears in hisui the next week. its all very trippy for Volo and giratina won’t stop laughing at him.
also some of the legendaries can disguise themselves as things other than their True Forms when they need to (i.e.: common pokemon or humans) Though Zacian, Zamazenta, and the Galarian Birds do mostly speak Old English and Professor Magnolia has to translate. She’s ecstatic her fluency finally gets to come in handy, though. Calyrex is the only one who can speak perfect english, but a drawback is that he can’t take any form other than slight variations of his True one (floating rabbit/rabbit riding a honse)
I also think the Kalos legends mostly speak in Old French as well, and there are a lot of calls to AZ to translate for them
And also the ultra recon squad members are all chosens of Ultra Beasts, but the ultra beasts don’t have as much power or sway over anything so they kind of just supply reasonably strong powerups to the company-issued weapons + companionship from a cool pokemon
aaaand thats all i can think of rn! if i come up with more/figure out the plot beyond what’s just swimming around my head rn, i’ll post it- knowing me it’ll probably be concept art or a joke comic teehee
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not-quitenormal · 9 months
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To Future Max:
In case I go down the rabbit hole of self-doubt again (in which, let's face it, I will eventually), here is a detailed list of exactly what is so fucked up about Mom's response.
The only thing bitter and toxic about my behavior is probably mentioning that her words have led to multiple suicide attempts. But considering that her words are several variations of "gay people are not human", I think mentioning it (even in absolute brain-shattering frustration) is warranted.
"Sneaking around the internet"? HER TWITTER PROFILE IS PUBLIC. (Or at least for as long as Twitter is around.) She didn't know that I knew about this one, but it's a moot point.
"Find stuff to be angry at [her] for" - She's literally perpetuating anti-trans and anti-gay rhetoric. Something I've been fighting all of my life. She's just angry that I'm calling her out on it instead of rolling over again.
Mom literally only posts these things to get back at me for "misbehaving". When we were good, she kept political posts to a minimum. When I upset her in some way, out popped her most racist, queerphobic, inhumane cold takes. And then she told me I'm the bad guy for reacting to them. I don't know why she does this. But she does.
The last few lines in the second screenshot? The lyrics to "My Wish" by Rascal Flatts? She shared this song with me when I was 15 to tell me that no matter what, she would always love me. It was "our song". (Which honestly? Sounds like another layer of emotional incest to me.)
This was going to be the song to our Mother/Child dance at my wedding. Which I had to uninvite her from due to her extreme anti-vax views during the height of COVID-19 in 2021.
This is several degrees of fucked up, imo.
6. Now for the more personal fuckery. Going back to the "early grave" comment. My bio-dad, the terror of our household, died at 52 because of either a heart attack or a drug overdose. Personal health and drug addiction shouldn't be things people are shamed for - a fact that I myself am still working on reconciling - so again, she's the asshole.
7. The "chose to carry [me] in [her] body" line is rich given that she hated her own mother for having an abortion and is very anti-choice. That being said, she clearly did not want children if this is how she's going to phrase it.
8. She may have tried to shield us from my father's abusive behaviors. She did not shield us from hers, though.
9. "[I]f you can't respect...me enough to just acknowledge the basic fact you are here bc [sic] of me, to honor me for that." My response was clear: The lone fact that she gave birth to me does not matter. People are born every day. What matters is how my life was shaped after my birth, and my life has been plagued with criticism for just being myself. Mostly by her. (See Point 8.)
10. Listing off my niece and nephew as trophies to her happiness is real cute.
So. Yeah. My anger and tears are warranted, but so is my final response to her. And this has to be the final one. There's no use in trying any further.
I did good.
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