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brandileigh2003 · 6 months

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Ok. But like?

I'm cool with remus not being traditionally beautiful. But Sirius still thinking he's the best thing ever. I think that he has certain attractive features, but he's def not some rockstar and most ppl don't take a second glance. But you need that to see the shade of his eyes, his crooked smile. Sirius loves him and finds beauty because of not despite of his scars. Bc they show strength and tell a story.

Mid level I think someone put it. Sure, I get why that can be a thing.

But. I think he can have sex appeal in other ways. His smile, his voice, a look in his eyes, muscles in certain places that defies him being otherwise skinny.

I'm fine with sirius being super intelligent and quick. Its canon after all. I love how him and James have this quality. But I don't think that means that remus liking to read or studying a lot takes that away from Sirius. I think that he likes academic validation, and he needs to read and study to stay caught up. He wants to prove he's worthy to be at school and has to work for it. I do think that he's smart though, and adds to group dynamics.

I don't think that he's just a downer and boring persay, otherwise why would they want to be with him. I think that he'll do the research maybe on the great idea that Sirius and James had and they will later carry it out flawlessly. Or sees some kind of gap in the plan and can think quick to help patch it up.

I do think he probably gets so hyperfixated on things which some people can't stand. but sirius loves to hear him talk about it. Just like remus is obsessed with everything sirius has to say. He's totally a nerd but I don't think he's just pathetic or a loser. Or maybe I just don't see those words the same as the recent posts have been using for him.

I think he's extraordinarily kind. he worships sirius, who in turn thinks remus is also the best. He's not rude to him even though I really do think they fight. But can't stay mad at each other long.

I do think that he can be angry, but I also think that a lot of times it's just at himself or crappy life circumstances. He's normally careful to keep any anger controlled bc he's worried about perception.

he's shy and and awkward and deals with a lot. He loves to help the younger students, and he uses above hard earned study methods to help them bc everything doesn't just come naturally or can share how he overcame it.

If everyone has a crush it's not bc he's completely hot or any of that. He's a soft boy with big comfy sweaters that gives good hugs. He's a good listener, a good teacher, shares anything he has, especially the chocolate that seems to be never ending in his bag. Bc he believes that it'll make you feel better. He has a kind word or compliment and can make you feel better.

I think he can be a momma's boy. And wants hope or poppy to hug him, and give him a space to cry and be weak. Otherwise I think that he likes to try to hide his pain bc he doesn't want to be a burden.

And ... That all said. I think that CR remus is different than a lot of this and hes absolutely perfect and I love him and I'd do insane things for this fictional man. It's one of my favorite ways to read about him. But something that carries over there from everything else I said is how enamored he is with Sirius Black. And how much he loves his inner circle. How he has this sacrificial love.

But anyways, I could go on about CR but that's totally not the point. Ive just seen a few things and wanted to say some things about how I see him a lot. And maybe the posts that have me feeling kind of sad talking about him are actually saying some of the same things I'm just negatively associating some words or ideas bc I know personally I can also interpret things completely the wrong way or not read into the subtext well enough

Let me know what you think. But if you think this is wrong; be kind.

And the people who like to come all up in my inbox about hating Sirius-- this isnt that. To be clear. I don't want remus to take over any traits of Sirius or whatever else you accuse me of. This has to do mostly with remus except me saying that sirius sees something in remus that a lot of people don't, that they're in love and adore each other.

I do in fact love Sirius Black and think he's wonderful. And you're missing the point if you think I hate that man. But I want to talk about remus rn and if you want something talking about Sirius, so many other wonderful people on here do that, so let's find that instead and let me hyperfixate and talk about remus.

Other random things I'll probably add to that really are prb just me.

-he is a horrible dancer. But he'll do it for sirius

-he'd do almost anything for Sirius.

-he's a music snob. But he'll read anything

-he is super annoying in class bc he shakes his leg or taps his quill. Sirius thinks it's adorable though.

-he needs a cane around the full. But he doesn't like to use it.

-the man loves weed. Him and hope smoke together.

-he has no idea how to take care of his hair

-to me he's associated with chronic illness, pain or disability in every universe. Or some mix or variation. (Ofc authors have free choice it's their story and I have no right for demands or anything) but I write him that way, hc him that way, get stupidly happy when I read it bc I feel so seen, search AO3 tags regularly for these portrayals.

-remus has no sense of style. But sirius doesn't care, he's so soft and cozy with his sweaters. The only thing about that is that I'm personally convinced hope bought remus a leather jacket, he shows up wearing it on the train, Sirius somehow gets his hands on it... Remus' eyes pop out of his head, maybe drools a bit- and it becomes Sirius' trademark

#remus lupin #remus loves sirius #sirius loves remus #wolfstar #marauders #remus lupin appreciation #my take on remus #please be nice to me #i am fine if you disagree #but don't be those rude anon messages #to be clear #i love sirius #but this is about remus #disabled remus #chronic illness #chronic pain

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original-character-championship · 1 year

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Bracket D Round 1

Poll 26

Amanēas (@kohkum) vs. Westley "Wes" Weston (@daddyplasmius)

243. Amanēas (@kohkum)

She/Her but also culturally it doesn't really matter to her. But also autistically if you switch it up too often she'll kill herself

Shes preoccupied with ideas about becoming god so this win would bring her one step closer to that. Think about it. A vote for her would be a vote for feminism or orcs or something. She beat the shit out of the equivalent of a 12 year old to prove a point about the whole god thing but the 12 year old bit off two of her fingers and mangled a third with a rock. They're on good terms now though so its ok. But look at that dedication. Who wouldn't want to vote for that. She also killed maybe a billion people along the way to prove the point as well but thats Ok. She had a really cool giant sword while doing it and also she doesn't do that stuff anymore shes reformed. Shes so ok. Vote for her. Cmon. Shes not going to ask you shes too autistic to speak frequently. But I'm not (lying) so I'm asking you. I'm being so nice right now. Cmon. Make her god. Pretty please? Shes tits out all the time its pretty cool. If she wins this I'll stop making her heterosexual I'll make her a lesbian instead. So vote for her. I think I've lost the plot here. Vote for Amanēas 2023!

shes hairless due to regular shaving because otherwise she pulls all of her hair out. shes got seal eyes. and her nose doesnt have like much going on its just two nostrils that can seal close when needed. shes got a scar on her scalp thats formed a depression. and multiple beaded earrings from her in-laws. and then an eyebrow piercing from her husband. bulky weight lifter build going on. her skin is a purple-grey with pink undertones. and her eyes are a dark brown. and shes got silly angry eye brows. i dont know what else to say. i could just say shes an orc but the thing is she isnt like the popular interpretation of an orc or even the original interpretation because i found those racist and wanted to see if i could write orcs that werent. but anyways she's beautiful to ME !

244. Westley "Wes" Weston (@daddyplasmius) - the entire Phandom I guess

He/Him

Wes Weston is thee OC of all time. He belongs to the entire Danny Phantom fandom as a whole & is so well known we have tricked people outside the Phandom into thinking he is canon.

Wes Weston was created in 2014 when a tumblr user noticed him in the background of a single shot. He was given the role of "one guy who knows that Danny is Phantom" as a joke, named Wes Weston, & his character quickly rose to fame with the Phandom.

Wes evolved from simply "guy who knows Danny is Phantom" to ex-popular kid on the basketball team, who was ousted for claiming the hero of Amity Park could be that loser ghost hunter's son Fenton. He took up photography in order to get proof. He could never quite get it any, though.

Eventually, he learned that his father's boss, Vlad Masters, is the same as Danny, with an evil ghost alter ego. Of course, no one believes him except for his brother Kyle, who knows that Danny is Phantom too but thinks it's cosplay because he doesn't believe in ghosts, only aliens (& weed).

By this point, anyone who's heard his spiel has started a meme that Wes must be so hellbent on proving Fenton is Phantom because Wes himself is trying to hide His identity as Phantom! They even have the same butt.

Danny gets tired of trying to hide his identity from Wes, and because no one believes him anyway, Danny just stops pretending around him, to Wes's eternal frustration.

Wes slowly comes around, learning that there is a reason Danny is hiding his identity from the greater public (threat of vivisection from both his own parents & the government). Whether they become friends & Wes joins Team Phantom or they stay relatively neutral to each other is up to the lucky person who's adopted Wes Weston as their OC!

Wes looks similar to Danny, except he has red hair, green eyes, freckles, & is a bit taller.

#oc championship #round 1 #bracket d #tournament poll #243 Amanēas #244 Wes #okay wes is so funny to me for some reason I can't just throw him out

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xiexiecaptain · 1 year

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Shadow & Bone rewatch live-commenting that was started on twitter and is being moved/continued here!

This is the post for EP 02: We Are All Someone’s Monster

[Episode 01 post] [Rewatch Commentary Links Masterpost]

((There WILL be spoilers mentioned for the books in the Grishaverse including the Crows duology & King of Scars duology! This is basically from the perspective of watching the show as someone who knows the books well.))

This visual interpretation of the way each of the 1st trilogy books are opened and closed with "the boy and the girl" narration is such a great visual motif

I love the bleached white streaky effect on the deck from the burst of light

Listen, I'm a writer more than a visual artist, so when people do great clever/interesting visual ways of communicating or interpreting things I'm so in awe

CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW COOL KAZ'S WATCH IS??

These are the sort of tiny worldbuilding details that I just want to rub all over my face

This is a really interesting adaption change--that Kaz couldn't buy her indenture all at once like in the books. But since it seems like they cut Per Haskell, Kaz doesn't have that money to use for buy her contract and such

The amount of trauma Inej must be dealing with on a regular basis, having to go back there is just unimaginable

Like it's one thing to be kept there by Heleen before Kaz bought her indenture. But to be able to leave and be out working for Kaz, but have to go BACK

Oof Inej is the strongest person in the whole series I s2g

Of course you can't fool the Wraith.

She's got your number, Dirtyhands~

you can just IMMEDIATELY see he regrets it

His first instinct is to always make people feel expendable and keep them at arms length

["He's not the only irreplaceable member of this crew, Kaz. You need me."

"I need your skills, Inej. That's not the same thing."]

Ok the fact that he goes after her-!

I mean, think about how much it means that KAZ BREKKER takes the time/effort and concedes the emotional investment in her to grab his cane and walk after her?!?!

[I'd settle for an apology, she decided. Even if Kaz isn't sorry, he can pretend. He at least owes me his best imitation of a human being.]

Listen I've been Kanej trash for almost 5 solid years now, y'all. The fact that I'm getting new material through this series is feeding me spiritually

Kirigan: Closer

Alina: *teeny tiniest of steps*

aLINA STARKOV-!

Again, I really like the adaption changes they made--this time with the visual/physical externalization of the Grisha testing

In books, because of interiority and description, it works perfectly for it to be described as touching an arm and then that feeling of rushing to meet the touch. But for a visual medium, having to be something more physical and something easier to convey visually was a smart choice.

But also to have the testing be as a response to sudden pain, like triggering a survival instinct, has lots of interesting things to say about the nature of Grisha power

Man as much as I despise the Darkling, he's a very compelling and well-done antagonist and character.

Because you disagree with HOW he goes abt it, but you can understand WHY he does it. To me personally, that’s the kind of antagonist I really find fascinating--one you can sympathize with, who genuinely believes they’re making the hard choices to do good things but are misguided, misinformed, accidentally harmful, and causing harm that they justify. (Although there’s a lot to discuss about antagonists like that where then the overall narrative moralizes middle-road non-action in the face of oppression over revolutionary action ie Killmonger, but I digress).

But Ben Barns really kills it as the Darkling. Just pitch perfect, I mean this is 1000% the face of a man who has just found the final tool to start the work he's been planning for centuries.

But I ESPECIALLY love when there are no clear cut black and white, no choices made that are easily entirely definable “right” or wrong” for the antagonist (nor the protagonist for that matter.) Make all the choices grey and make everything have collateral damage (You can start to see why SoC is my personal favorite in the Grishaverse, huh?)

But the Darkling is a very good antagonist. Doesn’t tick all my personal boxes but he’s very well crafted. (Eerily over-charismatic antagonists are really enthralling to me especially because they mirror real-life “villains” in that many people who are easily charming can also be very manipulative.)

THE LOOK ON KAZ'S FACE WHEN PEKKA WALKS IN IM-

[Kaz heard a roaring in his ears. As always, he experienced a strange kind of doubling when he looked at Rollins...]

[The look that passed over the boy's face then had taken Rollins aback. It was hatred--pure, black, long simmering.]

I literally hissed out loud when he took Kaz's cane how fucKING DARE YOU

Good fucking luck, Rollins. Didn't turn out so well last time Ketterdam tried that

[One glance at Kaz Brekker told him this was a creature who had spent too long in the dark--he'd brought something back with him when he'd crawled into the light.]

(( P.S. Yes I have the SoC books with me bc

1. I'm the biggest nerd on the planet but

2. It's really amazing to see how well they translated the character dynamics and emotions

3. The books are some of the most quotable in the universe

4. I don't own paper copies of the other ones))

[Kaz waited for acknowledgement--a smirk, a sneer, some spark of recognition. But Rollins' eyes passed right over him.]

ITS JUST SO GOOD?!?!

I mean we’re seeing the Crows/Ketterdam folks in an entirely new plot, but the book quotes still fit flawlessly because the core of the characters and their dynamics have been translated to this adaption with such care and love for the source material!!!

I mean, he's not entirely wrong

[The child he'd been had died. The fever had burned away every gentle thing inside him. Survival wasn't nearly as hard as he'd thought once he left decency behind.]

She knows him so fucking well!

["Don't think I haven't noticed the way you go after him, Kaz."

"He's just another boss, one more Barrel thug."

"No, he isn't. When you go after other gangs, it's business. But with Pekka Rollins, it's personal."]

It is in this moment I am heavily reminded that you can easily interpret the books as supporting that Jesper has feelings/the hots for Kaz at the beginnings of the books

JUST BURY ME IN TINY CULTURAL WORLDBUILDING DETAILS LIKE THIS

The Conductor is another addition I freaking adore

Of course some enterprising individual figured out their own way through the Fold and used it to make money (I mean also helping Grisha flee Ravka, but still, he's charging them so)

MY HEART

I bet they feel like they just got each other back too, after thinking they were gonna be separated by the supply run through the fold

OH MY BABIES

fUCKING HELEEN VANHOUDEN THE EVIL BITCH

On a weird side note, her voice has the exact same awful sickly sweet drawl as in the audiobooks and its just perfect for the exact type of abusive she is

KazBrekker.exe has stopped working

(Also me. We live an Inej Ghafa appreciation life here in this household)

Look at Inej's face. She thinks Heleen's sending her to a client

I can't bear this

She looks like she's trying so so hard to keep herself together

The Komedie Brute costume revelers!!

(at least I'm pretty sure that's what they're supposed to be)

JESPER LLEWELLAN FAHEY (scolding, adoring)

[He'd heard other members of the gang say she moved like a cat, but he suspected cats would sit attentively at her feet to learn her methods.]

“OF COURSE, LOVE” I’M-

He’s so IMMEDIATELY ready to help her with whatever. OF COURSE, he says.

Bury me in their friendship

I also really adore we get to see Inej struggling with not wanting to kill people. Cus in the book only vaguely mentioned about her having cried the night she killed someone for the first time and Kaz overheard her.

The unexpected gays have arrived!!

The position of Grisha in Ravka is so interesting!

Because a lot of otkazat'sya see them as stuck up, thinking they're better than and getting preferential treatment.

But that’s only because the Darkling made it that way in response to Grisha literally being burned at the stake elsewhere

In the books, so many of the Little Palace Grisha that Alina trains with have the outlook of "well, we have powers, we were scouted to be trained here because we're special, so obviously we're better than otkazat'sya."

But here, I think its important that they show that at least some of the Grisha realize that this tiny bubble of safety (via fear, rather than acceptance) because of the Ravkan government (the Darkling’s work) is the exception. And many of the 2nd Army Grisha aren't from Ravka originally, they fled their homelands for fear of being killed, experimented on, sold into servitude, etc.

And while the Darkling has made it safer for Grisha who are recruited into the 2nd Army, the legacy of the Fold has also increased prejudice against Grisha among otkazat'sya and abroad..

I just really like this scene because of how it highlights the Grisha's very complex position

The fact that they developed Fjerdan to the point where they have characters speaking it is just *chef kiss*

(once again, idk how people who watch things without subtitles don't miss 80% of content even when its not literally translating dialogue for you, but that might just be my ADHD ass talking)

I’m not even a little bit sorry

ok but the horror on Jessie Mei Li's face is absolutely stunning

WINKS SO HARD I STRAIN A MUSCLE

Somewhere on the Geldstraat, Wylan Van Eck is sneezing

The little thing of Kaz tensing up when Jesper grabs his coat and then staring at it pointedly

Oh man oh man oh man

HHHHHH KAZ’S FACE

["Would you? Trust someone with that knowledge, with a secret that could destroy you?"

Yes, thought Kaz without any hesitation. There's one person I would trust. One person I know would never use my weaknesses against me.]

The most realistic of portrayal of horse riding in a fantasy show

already lying through his gd teeth

gIRL DUMP HIM

"Oh, so what's the Darkling's, like, story arc?"

I MEAN SHE'S NOT WRONG THO?

(A side note, how interesting would it be if Alina actually wasn't the first sun summoner?)

Well, well, look who it is: Malyen "Tunnel Vision" Oretsev

(I’m kidding, I really like show!Mal)

WE LEAD A JESPER 👏 FAHEY 👏 APPRECIATION 👏 LIFE 👏

So I literally wrote a [post back in the day] about how I thought since queer, trans, and gnc folks have historically been pushed to the margins of society and work/live in poor areas and have a high rate of sex work, you can bet your ass the Barrel has its fair share of trans/gnc residents

And its so cool to see this gestured to with Poppy??

I’m also glad they're miffed at Kaz for a financial deal rather than anything gender/sexuality related. Like the writers didn't stereotype Poppy's life

Let's just get more of Poppy tbh? What's their story!?! I wanna see more of them and see them performing on stage and see them do some cool badass stuff???

Just more Poppy in season 2 please?

We also need more people who call Kaz out on being a little scheming rat tbh

I AM SO FUCKING INTERESTED ABOUT THIS??

They gave Inej a brother!!! Who was also stolen by slavers!! Which is a fascinating plot twist and I'm very excited to see how it adds to the story!!!

I CANT BREATHE HER FACE-

INEJ-!!!!

[She had to believe her Saints saw and understood the things she did to survive.]

Amita Suman is the one and only Inej Ghafa and we are so lucky to have herrrr

She's absolutely ready to believe he would choose profit over her never having to step foot in the Menagerie again

It's heartbreaking but also like, yeah, Kaz, you built your reputation specifically so people would believe you capable of anything??

The only people we have seen him let stand this close beside him so far in the show are Jesper and Inej and I have a Feelings about it

He gets in people's faces for intimidation reasons, but the only one he’s gotten this close next to are them????

THATS NOT AN ANSWER YOU MANIPULATIVE PIECE OF GARBAGE

Change dot org petition to Give Alina Starkov a Fucking Hug

🎵Doo-do-do-do-do 🎵 Definitely not about to desert the army to run off after my childhood friend 🎵 doo-do-do

I fucking love these three's friendship so much. I’m so glad it had space in the show to get fleshed out and feel more real

im fucking scREAMING

[His mind had concocted a hundred schemes to bind her to him, to keep her in this city. But she'd spent enough of her life caged by debts and obligations.]

And that’s the end of Ep 02! Hot damn hot damn!

Additional thoughts:

Both visually and character-wise, this show is so gd diverse and it's just a pleasure

And its diverse because the WORLD is diverse, not just for misguided ~diversity~ reasons

There are so many races and ethnicities, gender expressions, sexualities, body types, classes, dis/abilities on screen for the simple reason that all those people exist in the world, take part in major world events and in the stories of people's lives

It's a fucking joy.

One of the things that endeared me to the SOC books right away (which I read first) was that in the first chapter where we meet our main characters, we already have two characters of color and a disabled character within this absolutely enthralling scene of the parlay with the Black Tips where those traits are not ignored but nor are they centered unnecessarily. They are integral to the characters and how they operate in the world, but they are never reduced to them. Everyone is complicated and textured and flawed and I just really fucking love Leigh's characters ok?

It's so wonderful we have a mixed-race main character (played by a mixed-race actress)

We have four mixed-race characters in the main/supporting cast: Alina, Mal, Jesper, & Zoya (though Jesper & Zoya’s backgrounds aren’t mentioned/explored in season 1)

We have a young man with a physical disability in the main cast who is portrayed to be one of the scariest people in his city

We have five indisputably queer characters on screen in season 1: Jesper, Ivan, Fyedor, Nadia, Dima

We have heavy folks in main roles--Nina & Arken--portrayed as desirable and ingenious, both hero and turncoat

We have so many POCs it's useless to point them all out individually, which is a gift

It all just feels like such a gift

[Episode 01 post] [Rewatch Commentary Links Masterpost]

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix #grishaverse #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #alina starkov #the darkling #general kirigan #jesper fahey

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windalchemist001 · 6 months

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["So I was just minding my own business whe vil came and started getting in my face about this and that and it sucked because all I wanted to do was again do my own thing"]

"Honestly? That really sucks, I mean you think he would just cool it, since you were dealing with your own club stuff too. "

["Right? After all we were in public and I was no where near our dorm doing what ever he does."]

"I'm telling you he's an over demanding boss, an i wonder if your ok since if this was a job it would be work place harassment. Which you could if bad enough get someone fired for. Though I guess it's more of bullying at the moment which you could still get him in trouble for. And if you want you could do an official report to the useless headmaster, and maybe he'll do something."

["You're think? Because It does sound good... just...."]

"Just what?"

["How long will it take? And what if it doesn't work? Though I'm sure i can handle it since I'm not weak or anything"]

"Epel." He better listin to me, I'm pulling out names since this is important to under stand. "You are being discriminate against. Point blank. Discriminated. And while I'm not sure on the laws here, but in my world that was illegal. And thus by law were protected. So if you need to write the complaint and I personally will put it on Crowley's desk."

[".... alirght, ill get it to you some time this week."]

"Good." I smiled glad to be of some help. No matter anyone says bullying is bullying and if I can help someone with it, than shouldn't I? After all the emotional and mental scars still effect me even now. And I couldn't just walk away from this. After all I might as well be a bully to if I ingore someone's pain.

Glad I was helping I was going to leave when a voice spooked me causing me to jump and it seemed the voice spook epel as well.

"Vice warden? Wha-what are you doing here?" Epel was tense and I wonder if he was ok, I also notice he was speaking differently. But than again given how much of a rat rook is, it was rather fair.

Said vice warden gave that creepy vibe again. Honestly rook was basically the offensive interpretation of France(hetalia), which as a France rp-er i did not like.

None the less I attempted to try and make out what the male was saying while he spoke in a tone I understood he slip in what I would assume would be French given the way it was spoken (the only bases I had on that was the few French songs as well as the way France spoke in the anime.

Rook also decided to mildly mention he heard epel talking normally and I frowned, epel looked worried and I was torn on saying something and keeping my mouth shut a bubbling in my chest debating on it.

Rook went on to compliment me for understand epel. And I found my self tsk-ing. "Hes speaking normally and its not his fault no one cares to listin to him." I huffed, maybe I was being a tad over protective, but the way epel speaks is a tad comforting to me, mostly because it's not to far from how those in the south spoke not to mention, people always say he curses but I don't really hear it, maybe because my father curses a lot that it made me not think to much of such things.

Rook hummed and went off with his flowery words and I sighed deeply. "So we good? I need to be going." I moved to get up and winced at my foot having fallen asleep.

Epel also stood up and seemed to get ready to take off. Lucky its taking me awhile get my things together and now I got to deal with rook. Again I sighed oh well maybe it'll help epel escape? Though I was slightly doubtful ine can always hope after all.

#no beta we die like men #winds art #twistober2023 #day 26

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dyketubbo · 3 years

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okay finally writing this bc its hit that point in the night/morning where i regained the energy to rewrite this but. can we please talk about the habit of people using scars/physical disabilities to make a character scary in this fandom?

like with, say, tubbo, not too bad! hes such a likable character that generally his scars are just drawn as a part of him, often horror pieces with him focus on other aspects like the nukes or him living by the woods or the fact that he died for those scars. all fine as far as i can see

....and then theres quackity. who is a canonically half blind character with an obvious scar. and people use it to make him *scary*. artists, both visual and textual, exaggerate the scar, describe the unnervingness of his fanonically blue eye (which, the subject of giving a mexican person a blue eye just because hes half blind when thats not how blindness works is.. hm), even sometimes describing it as a glass eye (meaning using the prosthetic as a reason to be unnerved by him). they give it otherworldly properties, they make it like a 777 machine to symbolize his greed and want for power, they make it into a void on his face, a glitch, a poker chip, whatever.

and let me say- that shit should really stop flying. i get the intents of people who do this, really, i do! i dont think the people who do this are ableist, but. dont use scars for horror. dont use physical disabilities as a way to make a character more terrifying. please. quackity can be scary and unnerving on his own, you can do it without resorting to "disability/scars scary", i promise. i havent seen it happen to other physically disabled characters yet (except for michael_beloved but ive talked abt my distaste w horror including him before), but im gonna take that as a blessing

(note- while i agree this shouldnt be done for mental illness either, this is about physical disability and i want it to stay focused on physical disability because ive seen ppl talk about the horrification of mental illness but not abt physical disability, not in this fandom anyways. however, feel free to make your own post or find posts from people who talk about the habit of using mental illness as horror in the dsmp fandom)

#the og version was much more generally worded but i decided it was best to just be direct #just.. if you want to interpret the scar in a cool way ok but make sure youre not doing it to make him seem unsettling please #theres many ways to draw disabled characters without doing it.. Like That #also the blue eye thing irks me bc. hes mexican. he has dark brown eyes. stop giving him blue ones #that is what poc mean when we say whitewashing is not just lightening skin #mask mews #quackity #dsmp #tubbo is mentioned #ableism tw #ask to tag #feel free to add on w/ your own thoughts or whatever youve noticed btw just keep it on topic plz ty #if you want to have the assurance that this is from a physically disabled person or w/e i have chronic pain and thats all the info ur gettin #theres more im just not gonna share that in the tags of a post abt quackity aetche queue

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lavenderwhore444 · 3 years

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Heyyy bestie so I was listening to this song that reminded me of ur writing and shigaraki it’s called fix me by Cuco, I was wondering if I can make a request based of that song.

-🤡

Fix Me

Okay, I tried to interpret the song but seriously, tell me if I did it wrong /srs.

Warnings: y/n is desperate and clingy, not taken advantage of per se but definitely taken for granted, oral giving and receiving, cock warming.

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It was another quiet day. Another quiet day that seemed so fucking loud. Shigaraki thought it would be nice to sit downstairs while Dabi and Toga were gone, but it was dumb and stupid. He felt the couch dip, and he looked over at you.

‘Why is she sitting so fucking close to me?’ he asked himself.

You eased the hand off his face.

“Hey, what the fu-”

“You're pretty, ” you murmured, putting father back on his face after admiring him for a moment.

“Excuse me?” he said, not knowing whether to blush or kill you.

“I said you're pretty Shigaraki. You should take the hand off more often so I can see your face, ” you said, smiling at the part of Shigaraki’s blush not covered by the hand.

“Don’t tell me what to do, ” he scoffed, going back to his game.

“Aw, don't act like that. I can see you blushing, Tomura. Can I call you Tomura? I'm gonna call you Tomura, ” you said, playing with his hair.

“Fucking stop it, ” he said, knocking your hand away. He saw a flash of hurt in your eyes and instantly regretted it.

“You're so mean to me, ” you sighed, getting up and dragging your feet up the stairs.

He cursed himself for pushing you away. Again. He was in love with you, and you were literally flirting with him, but you were right. He was so mean to you. He’d been rejected so many times that he just didn't see the point in having you when you'd leave him in a matter of months. It's better never to have you than to lose you.

Besides, when you did leave him, Shigaraki was worried he would hurt you. Everyone before had gotten a deadly high five when they hurt him. He was just too sensitive. It was pathetic. He was pathetic.

He spent the next four days holed up in his room. He just didn't want to see you or fuck up again. He didn't want to make you sad again. You were so wonderful, and he was just nothing. It was weak for the number one villain to cry over a girl, but you were really important to him. He couldn't help the tears that dripped down his face.

He was so sensitive, so stupid. Every time he loved someone, they hurt him. It wasn't even worth it. He wasn't even worth it. So no one was worried about him except for you. You waited patiently on the couch every day for him to come downstairs.

“Dabi, do you think he’s ok?” you asked, voice laced with worry.

“Y/n, he’s fine. Just give it up; he doesn't like us. He doesn't want to see us, ” he said.

“Oh, ” you whispered.

“Oh god, don't tell me you have a crush on handyman, ” he groaned.

You didn't answer the question, “I'm gonna go check on him, ”

“What flowers do you want at your funeral!” Dabi called.

You ignored him, knocking gently on his door, “tomura?” you called softly, “are you okay? I haven't seen you in days. I miss you, ”

“Go away, ” he snapped.

“I'm coming in, ” you said, easing the door open.

He was curled in his gaming chair, sniffling.

“I told you to go away, ” he muttered.

You sat across for him.

“Tell me what's wrong, please?” you whispered.

“No, ” he said, still crying.

You reached out to wipe away his tears, and to your surprise, he leaned into your touch.

“Y/n, ” he said, “what do you do if you love someone who will never love you back?”

You bit your lip, “I wish I knew. Maybe just tell them and get it out of the way? I don't know. I'm too scared to tell him, ”

You sat in silence for a minute.

“I think he likes you back. You're too god for him, though, ” Shigaraki said.

“What?” you asked, hoping you'd heard him right.

“I said I think Dabi likes you back, ” he repeated.

“Dabi?” you asked, confused.

He nodded, “well, that's who it is, right?”

You shook your head, “no, it’s um...nevermind, ”

He sighed, “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours, ” truthfully, the only reason Shigaraki wanted to know is so he could kill him.

You nodded hesitantly, “it’s um, it's you. You can fire me if you want. I won't be mad, ”

He cupped your face with four fingers and pressed his lips to yours. He gave you his first kiss. You smiled into the kiss, running your hands over the scars on his neck.

“I'm sorry, ” he said as he pulled away.

Your face fell, “what do you mean?”

“I know you don't really like me y/n. I shouldn't have kissed you. It probably grossed you out, ” Tomura said.

“No, that's not-”

“Hey, it's ok. You don't have to lie, ok? Just get out, ” he said, turning away again.

“No, ” you whispered, “I'm gonna stay. I like you a lot Tomura, ”

“Get out,” he said.

“No, I want to-”

“Get out!” he yelled, fists clenching.

When he finally looked at you, your eyes were filled with fear. He felt like shit. He always fucked this stuff up. He was so mean to you. Finally, you got up wordlessly and left.

“I'm so sorry, ” he whispered even though you were already in your room, crying silently.

Even after what happened that night, he found you sitting on the couch waiting for him. You had made up your mind to prove to him that you really had feelings for him. He sat on the far end of the couch, and you moved as close as you could to him. You laid your head on his shoulder.

“Good morning Tomura, ” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his waist.

He stayed silent, playing his game.

“You're so good at that, Shiggy. It's so cool, ” you said, looking up at him for approval.

His lips quirked up into a small smile, but he got rid of it just as quickly.

“I saw you smile!” you said happily, “that means I make you happy, just like you make me happy, ”

“Whatever, ” he muttered.

“You're so much nicer to me, ” you sighed, “you're so incredible, Shigaraki. You're such a good leader. You're so brave and strong, ”

He had to admit that the flattery was nice, but that didn't mean you liked him. Dabi probably dared you to do it. But maybe he’d hang on to the thought that you were honest, if only for a minute. That didn't mean he’d let you in, of course. Instead, he decided to throw you a bone.

“Maybe, but I'm not as pretty as you are y/n, ” he said, smirking.

You froze, and your eyes lit up, “Shiggy! Thank you!” you kissed him on the cheek.

He laughed, letting you lay on him for the rest of the day. Then, when you went on a mission the next day, you followed him around like a lost puppy, acting as a human shield before he pulled you out of the way, scolding you.

“But I don't want you to get hurt, ” you pouted as he bandaged up your arm back at the bar.

“I can't have you getting hurt either, ” he muttered.

You grinned from ear to ear, “you're so sweet, Shiggy, ”

“Get a room, ” Dabi yelled.

You looked up at Shigaraki, blushing.

He sighed, “you want to hang out in my room, don't you?”

You nodded eagerly.

“Fine, ” he muttered, “I’ll be up in a minute, ”

You ran upstairs happily.

“You can call her off now, Dabi. It’s getting annoying. Just let her win the bet, ” he said.

“A bet? Why the hell would I make a bet with y/n. She never loses. That'd be like trying to breathe water, ” he said, taking a drag from his cigarette.

“I’m serious. I’ll pay y/n or whatever but knock it off patchwork, ” Shigaraki said, losing his patience.

“Listen, creep; I didn't make any fucking bet with her. I don't even know what you're talking about, ” he said, walking out of the bar.

‘Maybe I was wrong. Maybe y/n really likes me, ” he thought.

He walked into his room to see you lying on the bed, reading the back of one of his games.

“Hey, don't touch that, ” he snapped, yanking the game from your hands.

You grabbed his hand and pulled him on top of you on the bed.

“What the hell are you doing, ” he said, rolling off of you.

You pulled yourself closer to him, “cuddle me, ”

He sighed and wrapped his arms around you. You gasped happily and snuggled into him.

“Y/n, ” Shigaraki said, “did Dabi dare you to do all of this?”

“Of course, ” you said.

His whole world shattered. He can't believe he fell for it. No one could love him. He was right all along. You could never love him. You would never love him.

“I wouldn't do my make-up like this unless he dared m- Shigaraki, are you ok?” You asked, seeing a tear roll down his cheek.

You gasped, “oh, you didn't mean the makeup. I'm so sorry, Shiggy. That's not what I meant. I really do like you, ”

“Get out, ” he muttered, more tears stinging his eyes.

“No, ” you said, “I'm not leaving. Not until you realize that none of this was a dare. I have real feelings for you, Shigaraki, ”

“Get out, ” he whispered, turning his back to you.

You tried to turn him back to you but weren't strong enough, so you climbed over him and shoved yourself into his chest.

“Dont cry, please, ” you whispered.

He tried to turn away again, but you held on too tightly, and he ended up turning both of you. After that, you just snuggled into him more.

“Look, ” he said, “I’ll pay you whatever he promised, ok?”

“No, ” you said, “no one's paying me anything, Shig. No one told me to do any of this. Actually, Dabi told me not to, ”

“Whatever, ” he mumbled.

“How can I prove it to you?” You said, kissing the mole under his lips.

“Hmm, ” he said, sure you would refuse his request, “well, if you're so sure you like me, there would be no problem with you giving me your virginity, right?”

You smiled, “no problem at all, Shiggy! I’d do anything to make you happy, ”

“Oh my god, you're serious, ” he whispered, looking down at you.

He smashed his lips into yours, grabbing at your hair. You groaned softly. He was finally kissing you. Shigaraki finally realized how you felt about him and felt the same way. You kissed back eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck. When he finally pulled away, you were both out of breath.

You grinned, “told you I liked you, ”

He smiled, looking at you with loving eyes.

“So you're mine now, right?” he asked, kissing your forehead.

“Always was, ” you said, fiddling with the frayed strings of his hoodie.

He pulled you closer to him, “get some sleep, ok?”

“Ok, ” you whispered.

He fell asleep first, and his slow, steady breathing lulled you to sleep. The night passed peacefully. You were the first to wake up, stroking his hair.

“Good morning, ” you whispered as he woke up.

“Good morning, ” he mumbled, “you're still here?”

“Where else would I be?” you said.

“I dunno, ” he leaned down and kissed you.

You smiled as he kissed you. His chapped lips moved against yours. Days went by with you. You were always with him, content as long as you were in the same room as him. You could live without food or water but not without him. But he still felt so inadequate. Shigaraki just couldn't put his finger on why you liked him so much. He’d lie awake at night, watching you sleep on his chest. Sometimes you'd mutter things in your sleep, and almost all of them had to do with him. So why couldn't he just believe you? What was stopping him from seeing that you liked loved him?

“Tomu, are you okay?” you asked, sitting next to him on the bed.

“I’m not good enough for you y/n, ” he sighed.

“What? That's not true, ” you said, hugging him.

“I really like you y/n, ” he said.

It wasn't often Shigaraki said something like that. Instead, he showed his love through actions. Tomura would often pull you into his lap when you sat down, pull your hair back for you when it fell in front of your face, and even paused his game when you wanted a kiss.

You kissed him before saying, “I like you too, Tomura, obviously, ”

He shook his head, “I don't feel good enough for you y/n. How could you ever like someone like me? You're just so amazing and smart and pretty, and I'm-”

“You're perfect, Shiggy. You're everything I've ever wanted. I mean, you're gonna change the world. That's pretty fucking amazing, ” you interrupted.

He blushed, “promise? Promise you like me?”

“Promise, ” you said, kissing him.

When you pulled away, Shigaraki yanked you back by the hair, kissing you harder. You moaned into the kiss, and he smiled triumphantly. He pulled away to separate your lips with his thumb. He leaned back to kiss you and eased his tongue into your mouth. You accepted his affection eagerly, letting him kiss you with as much tongue as he wanted. You'd do anything to make him happy.

He pulled away, “I want to take off your shirt. Can I?”

You nodded, and he turned it into a pile of dust. Then, he stared hungrily at your tits.

“Are you sure? Y/n you should wait for someone you love-”

“I love you, Shiggy, ” you clapped a hand over your mouth.

After a moment, he whispered, “I love you too, ”

You grinned and hugged him, “oh, I’m so so glad!”

You pulled off your bra.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked.

“Yes. Let me show you I want you. Then, just lie back, ” you said.

You ran your hands up and down his chest, pinching his nipples. He groaned softly.

“Oh god y/n, ” he whispered.

You leaned down and sucked on his right nipple while rubbing the other one.

“Fuck, ” he moaned.

He was so responsive, so sensitive in all the best ways. You kissed down to the hem of his pants slowly. He was panting the whole time, a tent forming in his pants. You unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down. His erection was even more prominent in his grey boxers. You gulped at the idea of pushing him down your throat, but you still pulled them down with determination. Anything to make him happy. You licked up his shaft twice before taking as much as you could in your mouth.

“Oh, thank you y/n, ” he gasped, “thank you so much, ”

He felt awful but so good when he came. He felt awful because it had only been five minutes but great because your mouth was fucking magical. You pulled away with a mouth full of cum. You gulped it down, sighing happily.

“I'm so so sorry, ” he sputtered, “I didn't mean to cum so early. It's just your mouth felt so good, and I couldn't stop it, ”

“It's okay, baby, ” you assured him, “I'm just glad I made you feel good, sweetheart, ”

He flipped you over, “I need you to cum, ”

He got rid of your pants and underwear, leaving you completely naked. He shoved his face into your pussy immediately. You yelped, not expecting him to do anything like this.

“Oh god, ” you moaned, “ah fuck, ”

He lapped up everything you had to offer. Drowning himself in you, you are the best, you are perfect. Shigaraki was sucking and licking everywhere he could. When he found your clit he sucked harshly, causing you to grind against him.

“Oh god, ” you moaned, “more please, ”

Of course, he obliged, adding in two of his fingers. They wiggled around for a while before finding a soft spongy patch. That really got you going as you thrashed around on the bed, whimpering and moaning.

“So close, ” you whispered.

He increased his efforts tenfold, letting you grind and hump his face. He was moaning too. How could he not? You were so wet and sweet on his tongue. Everything you did was perfect. He's addicted to you.

“Fuck, your so amazing, Tomura, ” you gasped as he began to push you over the edge.

He moaned into you. That's exactly what he always dreamed of hearing. Even after all the times he’d been hurt and broken, he still trusted you with his whole heart. Shigaraki knew you'd never break it. The only thing that was breaking was the knot that had tightened inside of you as you released onto his face, and he drank your juices eagerly.

You were panting as you played there, entirely spent. Shigaraki eased his cock into you; it didn't matter that it was soft. He put his head next to yours as the two of you laid chest to chest.

“This, ” he said, pressing his hand to your left breast, “is mine, ”

“My boob?” you asked.

“No, your heart silly, ” he said, nuzzling into your neck.

“Um, tomura, your dick is still inside of me. Are you ready to-”

He cut you off, “I wanna be close to you. Just let me leave it there, ” he murmured, already half asleep.

“Okay, ” you whispered, falling asleep with him inside of you.

#tomura fluff #tomura smut #tenko smut #tomura x reader #mha tomura #tomura imagine #shigaraki tenko #tomura shiragaki #tomurashigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki smut #mha shigaraki #shigaraki x reader

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angstymarauder · 3 years

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His Time of the Month {R.L} (Part 2)

Remus Lupin x Female!reader part 1

summary: You know about your boyfriends lycanthropy and you love him regardless, but sometimes the words he speaks on the days leading up to the full moon still hurt. A lot.

word count: 1.1kish

contains: angst, troubles with self-worth, ending is left up to interpretation

a/n: the reader has trouble with self-worth in this and I would just like to say that your feelings and self-worth should NEVER EVER rely on the words of others, especially those of your loved ones. I know how hard it is to hear people, who say they love you, ridicule you, and say things that make you feel like shit. And its like - you know they don’t mean to hurt you, but it doesn't change how much pain you feel. I’ve been there (and sometimes I still go there) and while it is a big process filled with tears, cutting people off, arguments defending yourself, and just a lot a lot a lot of self-acceptance, it is possible to stop letting them get to you. YOU are the only validation you need. I love you for who you are and you should love yourself for who you are. My messages are always open, loves <3

He messed up.

And he knew he messed up, but his own mind was working against him and at that moment his rational mind couldn’t overpower the anger that had been building up all day.

Always his enemy, he wanted to blame the lycanthropy, but his rational mind knew that this was all his fault. You have been nothing but loving and understanding about everything when it came to his condition. Night after night you had sat there, taking his screaming and yelling, trying to calm him down, never leaving an argument with unresolved issues, but tonight he watched himself jump over the line that you had pushed back for his time and time again.

Remus stood in the now-empty tower, the sounds of your fading footsteps running down the stairs, each step another ache in his chest. The anger in his mind was screaming at your retreating footsteps. Words of detest, saying that you hated him. That you gave up on him. That you thought he was a monster just like everyone else. But the rational part of his mind sat in the back of his head screaming the truth over all the other noise and he knows he can’t blame you for this. He knows this is his fault. And somehow that idea just made him even angrier.

Angry at his lycanthropy. Angry at the world. Angry at everyone else.

But most of all, he was angry at himself, because he never wanted to hurt you.

Because he doesn't know what he would do without you. Losing you would be the worst thing that could ever happen to him. It would be like ripping all the pieces of his human heart straight out of his chest, leaving only the animalistic urges that show themselves once a month. Without you he might as well never transform back, find a way to stay a werewolf forever.

Suddenly Remus’ senses pick up on footsteps, coming up the stairs this time. He knew whose steps those belonged to, so when James opened the door to the West Tower, Remus was not surprised. Breathlessly, from running up all those stairs, James said “what…. the fuck …. is happening ….up …. here?” taking a breath in between each couple of words.

Running his scarred fingers through his hair, Remus turned to look at his sweaty friend. “I fucked up. I fucked up big time.” He began pacing, the events becoming clearer and more realistic in his mind with each word, “With y/n, I fucked up big time.”

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“HE SAID WHAT?” screamed Marlene, now pacing around your shared dorm room, “I’m going to kill that lanky-ass son-of-a-bitch.”

“Marls, please,” Lily spoke softly after glancing at your tired expression. Heartache tends to wear a person out.

The redhead sat down beside you at the edge of your bed, running her hand up and down your back, allowing you to relax a little more. Whispering in your ear so the others didn’t hear, she spoke, “listen, just wait until Tuesday, after the full moon once he’s all cooled down, and then talk to him, ok?”

You nodded at her words even though they barely entered your mind, your head already racing with thoughts you couldn’t bring yourself to say out loud. Lily soon ushered you to sleep, the exhaustion evident in your eyes.

But you couldn’t fall asleep. Questions floating around as your brain sprinted marathons in your head, trying to answer them, and coming up with nothing. Could you ever trust Remus again? How do you know that the next time you fight he won’t say those words again? Did he mean them? Or was it his lycanthropy? How much of these arguments can you even blame on his lycanthropy? And when does it become his fault? You can’t use his lycanthropy as an excuse for everything, but you also don’t want to use it against him….

Did he mean them? That was the question your mind kept circling back around to. Did he mean them? Are your worst fears and deepest insecurities true? Are you good enough? If the person who has told you they’re in love with you, time and time again, doesn’t think so, then how are you supposed to?

Tossing and turning, you woke up, no less tired than the night before. It took effort to get dressed that morning, almost wanting to stay in bed all day, but knowing you couldn’t. Marlene, Lily, and Mary persuaded you to breakfast in the Great Hall. You avoided Remus, in fact, you avoided all of the Marauders. Their presence, only a reminders of your bleeding heart. Remus seemed to be giving you space and, for that, you were grateful. But just the mere sight of him sent you back to your bedroom where you spent the rest of the day, claiming illness to your professors.

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It was 3am, you assumed, as you got out of bed. In only your pajamas you quietly made your way through the halls without interruption. Your feet leading you to the top of the astronomy tower where you stared at the sky.

The full moon. Your voice quivered above a whisper as you cast a small silencing spell before allowing sobs to begin escaping your mouth. You thought about Remus as you stared into the moon. Hearing his howls in the distance, you couldn’t help yourself from asking the stars to keep a watch over him.

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They found you passed out in the astronomy tower, Lily and Mary, your tear-stained cheeks and dark circles made your previous actions evident. Your roommates came searching for you as soon as they woke up to find your bed empty.

Mary insisted on taking you to the infirmary. Lily, as the only other girl who knew about Remus’ lycanthropy, tried to stop it, but Mary wasn’t hearing it.

Your body began to wake up, your consciousness returning to you slowly, allowing yourself to regain feeling in your fingers and your toes before attempting to open your eyes.

You’ve been in the infirmary plenty of times to visit Remus, but you’ve never been in one of the beds before. You don’t even remember how you got here. Sorting through your memories you last remember being in the astronomy tower staring at… the moon. It was the full moon last night, which means -

“Hey.” He spoke softly. You could feel his eyes staring into your figure. Remus was so surprised when he woke up in the infirmary, the night after one of his worst full moons, to see you two beds over. Your skin lacked its normal shine and tears still stained your beautiful lips. His heart ached over knowing that it was he who caused them. He knows that James said to give you some time, but seeing you here like this, he had to let you know how sorry he was.

You turn to face him, your eyes locking almost instantly, “hey.”

His eyes bore into yours, an expression of complete love, sorrow, and vulnerability filled every inch of them and as he spoke the words, “I’m sorry,” you knew they were true.

lol i was so confused on how to end this and every ending I wrote felt wrong so I'm just gonna leave it up to your imaginations, sorry

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introvert--weeb · 3 years

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300 FOLLOWERS EVENT

As a huge thank you for all the follows and for enjoying my writings, I will be holding this event! ❤️ Just think of this as my way of giving back to those who love my content 💕

So, I decided that I won't be doing another match-up event for this milestone. Especially since I have only just finished writing and putting them all out 😅 the research just takes too long and I really want to be able to open my requests properly again soon.

Here is what the event will be this time...

Scenarios based on prompts ❤️

There is something interesting about this prompt event. To make it personal for this blog, I have made the prompts from songs that I love and listen to a lot. So each prompt contain my favourite lyrics from those songs. Cool, huh? 😅 You don't have to have listened to the songs or even like the music type to engage in this event.

Rules

The event will run until all the prompts are taken. There is no deadline but there is a limit.

ONE prompt per request.

Once a prompt is taken, I will mark it off on the list. This is a first come first serve basis. I will only write once for each prompt.

Choose ONE fandom and ONE character from said fandom. In this event I will only write for: Tokyo Revengers, Jujutsu Kaisen, One Piece, and Boku No Hero Academia.

I will write for the same character more than once. So if someone has asked for a character that you would also like, don't worry.

Choose ONE genre from here: Angst, Hurt to Comfort, Fluff, SLIGHT NSFW (no smut but I will do suggestive), Platonic, Romantic

I will only begin to write the requests once prompts are all taken. If this doesn't occur when it hits 9th August, I will then begin writing whatever I have. So please do not worry if it takes ages to get your prompt request.

Do not message me in anon to ask where your prompt is before 9th August (or a few days after if the prompts aren't all taken). Based on the match-ups, you should be aware I am a slow worker and like to get things out in batches.

Since this is a thank you to those who follow me, I would appreciate it if only those who are request for this event. Nothing against those who don't but since this is a celebration, it would be appreciated if my followers got to pick what they would like.

Prompts

1. "You're 11 minutes away...so why aren't you here?" - YUNGBLUD ft. Halsey - 11 Minutes

2. "If love is a labour, I'll slave til the end" - Rise Against - Swing Life Away

3. "So say you'll promise me, please take me if you ever leave" - My Darkest Days - Without You

4. "What if I was nothing? What if this is true?" - All That Remains - What If I Was Nothing

5. "Try to remember what brought us together" - ONE OK ROCK - Last Dance

6. "Got high with the Band Aid on your forehead" - The Used - Broken Windows

7. "How did the night ever get like this?" - Adam Lambert - Runnin'

8. "Don't you think I'm clever, We laugh at all the same things" - AJR - Pretender (acoustic)

9. "If long hair and tattoos are what attract you, baby then you're in luck" - Anarbor - 18

10. "And our scars remind us, that the past is real" - Papa Roach - Scars

11. "We're always runnin' away, And we don't even stop to think about it" - Andy Black - They Don't Need to Understand

12. "Now I can't sleep, I'm all alone" - YUNGBLUD, Machine Gun Kelly, Travis Barker - Acting Like That

13. "I ride the edge, My speed goes in the red" - Sam Tinnez - Play with Fire

14. "A version of Romeo and Juliet, This time with Adidas sneakers and cigarettes" - YUNGBLUD - I Love You, Will You Marry Me

15. "It's the little little things, That you do baby, That make me so damn crazy" - Palaye Royale - Ma Cherie

16. "Pretending's so comfortable, But I have to go for the last time" - AS IT IS - Silence (Pretending's So Comfortable)

17. "You try to make a difference, But no one wants to listen" - Muse - Neutron Star Collision (Love Is Forever)

18. "Surrender... all the pain we've endured until now, Surrender... all the hope that I lost you have found, Surrender yourself to me" - Billy Talent - Surrender

19. "Stay with me, don't let me go, Until the Ashes of Eden fall" - Breaking Benjamin - Ashes of Eden

20. "It takes a bit of dark to rekindle the fire burning in you" - Disturbed - The Light

Request Format

Below is what I would like from you when you request for this event.

The chosen fandom and character

The prompt number (bonus if you can add the prompt itself)

What gender you would like the reader. Unless specified, I will just assume you want gender neutral and that is how it shall be written

The genre you would like

Maybe a little information on what you would like. Nothing too detailed. All I would need is Location, Situation (have they been cheating, are they on a date, is reader upset or is character upset). Anything that is overly detailed will not be considered. I like having the freedom to run off with what the prompt can be interpreted as.

Manners. Anyone who doesn't use their manners will be deleted. A hello at the start would be nice, pleases and thank yous also cost nothing.

An example:

Hey! Can I please have a prompt from the 300 follower event?

I would like prompt 7 (How did the night ever get like this) with Hanma. Please can it be suggestive, with a f!reader who is at the club after a break up?

Thank you for taking the time to consider the request!

Thank you for reading this far down! And I hope you enjoy the event ❤️❤️

#300 follower event #300 followers #prompt event #prompts based on songs #jujutsu kaisen #tokyo revengers #bnha #one piece #follower event #rules #prompts

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demigoddreamer · 3 years

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The Todoroki Family and the Endeavor Redemption Arc

soooo MANGA SPOILERS FOR MY HERO ACADEMIA I REPEAT MANGA SPOILERS IF YOU ARE AN ANIME ONLY PERSON AND HATE SPOILERS DO NOT SCROLL DOWN ALSO ANIME SEASON 5 SPOILERS

DANGER

note that i am human and i make mistakes, i could get something wrong or say something but mean something else, i screw up words sometimes

ok so season 5 episode 2 just came out in english and i watched it but i also read it in chapter 192 of the manga.

And I was happy to see the todoroki family and Natsuo especially. I feel like we need to touch on him more. the todoroki siblings are pretty cool.

anyway endeavor came back from the hospital and came back to his family(though does he really have the right to call them that)

now don't get me wrong i have nothing against an endeavor redemption arc. It will really add depth of character and not make him a 1 dimensional a**hole. We'll get to see how he changes and becomes a better person. BUT that does not excuse or erase what he did in the past. he did god awful things and abused his family. so if endeavor wants forgiveness i don't say no to his redemption BUT HE BETTER WORK DAMN HARD FOR IT.

But really giving endeavor a chance at making amends is really up to those he abused. now the Todoroki siblings have a wide array of attitudes toward him changing which is fine. they have every right to feel the way they do. and they deserve to make their own conclusions about their father.

Now i've seen a lot of people and reactors on youtube after seeing Natsuo yell at endeavor like

"oh it'll take time to heal"

*oh he'll forgive him eventually*

"he'll get over it"

And this mentality doesn't exactly disgust me but it makes me uncomfortable. now everyone is entitled to their opinions and people interpret stuff in different ways.

But why do they assume Natsuo will cave in and forgive? Now many audience members have forgiven Endeavor and that's pretty ok but the thing is Natsuo was hurt because of endeavor's actions.

Why does Natsuo have to forgive Endeavor?

Endeavor may be changing but the trauma impacts his children to this day. Natsuo will have psychological scars for the rest of his life. saying how endeavor "neglected us, left us to mom's screams, shoto's crying and what happened to our big brother toya"

I'm not saying that they shouldn't forgive endeavor. Because fuyumi seems to have forgiven Endeavor and that's ok. And shoto seems willing to see how things turn out and that's cool too. because that's what they want and who are we to tell them how they should feel toward their abusive father. but why should we have the same expectations for natsuo?

Personally I think if he wanted Natsuo doesn't have to forgive his father. Never ever. That's a perfectly normal reaction and he has that right. Why should he forgive his abuser as it's not the abuser's place to demand forgiveness nor does the abused owe their abuser anything.

And shame on anyone who hates Natsuo for feeling this way. Natsuo probably already feels guilty for not wanting to forgive Endeavor. He wants to make his sister happy but it pains him to even be in the same room as endeavor. in chapter 252 natsuo breaks down and cries saying he can never forgive endeavor and that he's not as kind as shoto who also seems close to forgiving endeavor. He probably thinks that shoto's suffered the most do i have a right to feel this way? and i say yes because resentment and bitterness don't go away overnight and maybe never.

Endeavor recognizes this and says that Natsuo is a kind person and because of that it's alright if natsuo never forgives him. He doesn't want forgiveness and rather just wants to make amends and make up for what he's done. He know's it's not his place to ask for forgiveness

Natsuo also says "stop saying reasonable things all of a sudden, fuyumi just seemed so happy but then i look at your face and remember why do i have to be the one to put in the effort to change"

Natsuo doesn't believe endeavor can change or actually that's not the case. He knows Endeavor has changed but that even if he has changed Natsuo can't change his feelings about his father. After all why change now after the damage has already been done. Endeavor changed when he had what he wanted which was being the 1 hero which seems pretty sus.

Natsuo doesn't have to forgive Endeavor if he doesn't want to because the pain will never go away for the victims.

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #todoroki shouto #todoroki natsuo #todoroki fuyumi #todoroki enji #shoto todoroki #shouto #shoto #fuyumi #natsuo #endeavor #todoroki

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skinner17 · 4 years

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Dissecting Red Spider Arc-The arc that non shipper find it disturbingly (For those who mind) Shippy

I’ve been watching gintama for the past couple of weeks. And since lately I encounter sleeping problem, lets turn this energy to talk about one of my favorite arc. The controversial arc that invite polarized opinion among Gintama fans.

For Tsukuyo fans, Red spider is a certain favorite together with Yoshiwara in flame and Courtesan of the nation. This arc fleshed her background and deepen her bond with yorozuya, especially Gintoki

For casual fans, this arc is the first time they see a glimpse of gintoki past, The first time gintoki in a berserk mode, the first time he act by his own volition. And somehow he appeared like a true shonen hero saving the heroine.

By then tsukuyo was far from heroine status. She just recently introduced a couple episodes back. Yoshiwara in flame focused more on Hinowa and seita story. But Tsukuyo already rose in ranking because her unique character design (in sacchan word, she has a lot of ‘hooks’) aside being badass in general.

For naysayers, Red spider arc is that arc that destroy Tsukuyo character. Reduced her into damsel in distress, mere love interest and what not. Of course its people’s right to interpret a work however they see fit. People enjoying entertainment in a different way afterall. Maybe they are a strict feminist type who wanted a true xena like character? disappointed when a strong female charachter ended up saved by the male hero? (Tho I wonder why they don’t care with preceeding events where Tsukuyo saved gintoki a couple of time)

The other would say this arc is such a big jump from previous arcs. A sudden transition they would say. And heck they’re right. Red spider arc Is different compared to other serious arc before it. Its lustrously dark, whispery, not much emphasis on family nor comedy, not much explosion nor machismo.

And more importantly, its uncharacteristically Intimate.

What do you expect? It took placein Yoshiwara-The Red light District- afterall.

The curtain raised with Jiraiya, the ex teacher of Tsukuyo, the main villain of this arc, On his post coital glow pondering about his object of creation. After enjoying the service of yoshiwara, He looked at the moon and probably feeling another rush of excitement reminiscing his dear beautiful student and the plan he’d set for her.

Not long after, Tsukuyo feel someone dangerous infiltrating her city. She and her Hyakka squad has been working hard to push down the crime that on the rise after the city lost its night king. Nearing their limit, she turned to Yorozuya, wondering if they can help with the drug problem.

Somehow, Tsukuyo and Gintoki teamed up just the two of them investigating the shady group with spider tattoo trademark. The result was assortment of classic romantic comedy skit : To-Love-Ru type of ‘accident’ and pretend couple.

Ok at this point its just natural that people start to see the two as potential couple. When they bicker they’d scream their heart silly, forgetting whatever adult persona they had in mind. Yet when the time come, they play along really well with the others bullshit act. They are on the same frequency already.

Back to the story, Later, they found out the drug lord is Jiraiya who apparently the long dead master (teacher who take care of protegee under their wing) of Tsukuyo. With his unique ability he nearly killed Gintoki and captured Tsukuyo.

Some Naysayers disappointed at this point because Tsukuyo who supposedly a good fighter became useless in front of jiraiya. Ok let me use this opportunity to explain the technicality of how that’s possible.

She was shocked.

It was a surprise attack

Jiraiya, knew his student fighting ability the best and knew how to immobilize her.

Even Gintoki Almost killed because of his weird technique

She used the last of her strength to saved gintoki from jiraiya’s final blow.

“Huh? But gintoki didn’t turned into a useless mess when he met his long dead master alive?”

Lol what are you smoking? The old master would split gintoki’s head from his body if not because Kagura’s help. Also Utsuro/Shouyo goal was to crushed the rebels and nothing to do with Gintoki. While Jiraiya’s goal was to capture Tsukuyo. Understand the difference?

Ok now that its out of my system lets continue.

Later Gintoki learned about the nature of Jiraiya and what this student-master relationship actually are from Zenzou. She-who believed every word of him and followed his foot step- was his creation and his prey at the same time. This method is sickening for Gintoki who loved his master to death.

For Gintoki a master should be more or less like shoyo. Strong, kind, wise and selfless. The kind of sage who gave his life for his student. Its infuriating to learn that a good women like tsukuyo has a psychotic monster as a master.

“see..Its not because of Tsukuyo that gintoki willingly revert to his shiroyasa self. Its because the master-student thingie that made him mad af”

Was the stuff I read from naysayers. And for this one, I kinda agree. The main thing that infuriate gintoki about Jiraiya was that he used master student relationship for some psychotic goal. As we know later, whenever topic about his own master brought on, Gintoki turned into a different beast.

Even I can see this arc’s intent beside telling tsukuyo’s past and cementing her as one of the recurrent character was also to foreshadow Shoyo related arcs in the future.

However among all of that baggage brought by this arc, theres this one dialogue that caught my attention.

G : "give up already, theres nothing in your web. This entire time there was only a pathetic little spider spinning thread into sky while gazing at distant moon"

J : "What are you babbling about?I already knew that long ago"

The ones who ascociate Tsukuyo with the moon are the one who cherish her like hinowa and the hyakka squad or the bastard who obsessed at her like Jiraiya. It’s a secret nickname people gave to her beside Shinigami Tayuu / courtesan of death. Wt

At that moment, Gintoki speak about what Tsukuyo is to Jiraiya existence : A moon to a little insignificant spider. This confirm that Gintoki understand Tsukuyo’s epithet-wich means at that point of story he is familiar toward Tsukuyo more than the viewers aware of.

To add, This is probably just me but the way he said that stuff about Jiraiya, whispering while gazing at the sky, as if its applied to him aswell.

Well, I just think that because throughout the fight he keep rambling about being on the same level as Jiraiya.

G: Do you know how to survive the spider nest? By eating the spider.

G : She is stronger than you ever be. A coward like me is enough for a coward like you

To Fight Jiraiya, Gintoki drew parrarel between himself and Jiraiya. And its not impossible that parrarel extended until that moment.

I came to the conclusion At that moment Gintoki already admire Tsukuyo. Wether her virtue, her face, her quirk or her phisycal attractiveness, it could be anything. The fact is Tsukuyo basically embodies everything gintoki like in a women.

However because of his mindset and his self sabotaging lifestyle, he understood Jiraiya’s point of view of admiring an existence that is too good for them.

The episode ended with Tsukuyo learning his master’s past and accepting his flaw after killing him. The moment when Gintoki implied that he would never be a good student to their master as tsukuyo is pretty touching too.

The last episode of this arc is a short one with majorly comedic skits. Another To Love Ru accident. And a classic wingman setup to force a couple to be alone together.

Lol too much couply stuff happening in this arc.

Later after the crazy terminator drunken stupor, Tsukuyo asked gintoki if she didn’t has this scar, would her life be any different?

At this point I realize the pain endured by her, even though she said she was fine, physically and mentally, she actually struggling with the realization that all her past was something different than she perceived to be, that rather than genuine student master relationship, its an elaborate plan by her master to kill himself.

Its like realizing that we are adopted after all this time living in a loving family. From the surface it might not changed anything because its all in the past, But it changed everything within. It changed the foundation of what we stood upon all these time.

Gintoki then assured her that her life is one that she choose, No one make her choose that. wether it’s driven by a psychotic manipulation or a trust in a teacher who wanted make her strong. The life is still hers to behold and cherish

Gintoki further assured that her face Is not ugly, Its pretty face carrying clean soul. Or something to that effect (since translation vary)

As you see “Soul” is the overarching concept on Gintama. Its like “Adventure” on One piece and “Hard Work” On Naruto. It’s the Idea that the shounen protagonist holds dear.

Shoyo first teaching to Gintoki was how to protect his soul. In the war Gintoki choose to kill Shoyo to save his master’s soul. Means he choose Shoyo over his friends and himself. In effect, one of the friend’s soul was corrupted. While Gintoki turned himself into a vessel whose purpose was merely to protect people he deemed fit and procasinating on his own growth.

Gintoki speak about Tsukuyo’s soul in her face is another testament of how deep their trust and bond has formed.

Even though Gintoki has innate ability to peek into the human character, its not his fashion to directly address it. He usually find a roundabout way to make the others understand that they are being understood. But with Tsukuyo, everything he do about her is direct.

“Don’t be a stranger, Lean on me, laugh with me and cry with me. I’d be there, cry and laugh with you ” Said Gintoki to tsukuyo.

The Gintoki who often avoid emotional baggage from a stranger.

In conclusion, Red Spider Arc is such an awesome arc. The vibe is cool, the soundtrack is awesome and its has an intense emotionally charged action.

It is also the breeding ground for gintsu shipper, wich probably gonna make some part of fandom upset. But it is what it is and we can just enjoy or choose not to.

#gintama #Tsukuyo #gintoki #Gintoki x Tsukuyo #Red Spider arc #gintsu #gintsuki #dissecting #love this arc so much i need it to get out of my system

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koala-otter · 4 years

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Hi hun!! I have a prompt!! So, Zuko was born into an obviously conservative family and with all that royal training and everything, he usually speaks with proper grammar and etiquette. Enter: Sokka. Sokka has the most filthy mouth in terms of speaking and anything in general. He can turn a simple conversation about dinner into something that makes Zuko blush unintentionally. I just want to see more flustered!Zuko out here!! Ty!!

hello love! it’s probably not what you expected, it’s definitely not what I expected, but there’s a lot of flustered!Zuko, so here we are

I don’t think it’s nsfw? but it’s also not entirely sfw??

ok here’s Sokka’s got a filthy mouth and a filthy mind and now Zuko does, too almost 2k words

Zuko spent three years of his life traveling the high seas, so he spent a fair amount of time around sailors. As a banished prince, he didn’t necessarily have his pick of the lot when it came to choosing his crew, and very few men on his ship ended up being the upstanding sort typical of the Fire Navy. Instead, the men Zuko lived with during his early teen years were often slippery, prone to debauchery, and crude. They swore frequently, mercilessly, and thoroughly, and after a couple of bottles of soju, could not have been stopped by the sea itself from telling detailed stories of their sexual conquests, the deck of the ship rollicking with tall tales of quivering thighs and heaving breasts left behind at the last port. For a long time Zuko couldn’t understand why he didn’t enjoy these stories, or why all the other men did. Still, despite his uncle’s careful influence, Zuko experienced his fair share of vulgarity on his travels, and largely as a result of the seafaring men surrounding him.

Yet he finds, time and again, that he has never met anyone whose mind or mouth matched Sokka’s.

They are all sitting around the courtyard of the Fire Lord’s house on Ember Island, idly waiting for dinner to finish cooking, when Zuko hears a gasp. He looks up from sharpening his swords in time to find Sokka standing next to Katara at the pot full of their food.

“What the hell are those?” Sokka demands.

“Sea aubergines,” Katara says matter-of-factly, though Zuko hears the annoyed undercurrent of her tone.

Sokka lets out a peal of laughter. “Katara, they look like dicks!”

A governess once struck Zuko for using such a word, and he feels the sting again as he gapes at Sokka’s relaxed form. He almost expects Katara to lash out or yell at her brother, but instead she barely rolls her eyes.

“It was all they had at the market,” she says.

“Aang!” Sokka calls, cupping his mouth with his hands. He waves the airbender over. “You need to see the size of these.”

Aang skips over easily and leans over to look into the pot.

“Don’t they look like a bunch of dicks?” Sokka says, nudging him with his elbow.

Aang immediately bursts into laughter, his hands coming to rest on his stomach. Zuko can only gawk at them and the casual way they react to such language.

“Where’d Toph go?” Sokka asks. “She’d get a kick out of the dicks.”

“You idiot, I’m blind,” Toph says from her position lying on the stairs.

“You can still—” Sokka notes Katara’s glare and the fact that Toph is still a twelve-year-old girl and immediately retreats. “Right, then,” he says, taking the ladle from Katara and scooping up one of the phallic vegetables, “Zuko!”

Zuko lifts his head, the dismay clear on his face.

Sokka waves the sea aubergine in the air maniacally. “Don’t you think it looks like a dick?” he almost shrieks.

Zuko tries not to wince at the word, and instead lies, “I don’t see it.”

“What?” Sokka looks between the vegetable and the stony look on Zuko’s face. “Are you serious? It’s even oozing—”

“Enough,” Zuko says. The island heat seems to have suddenly gathered entirely around his face. “Don’t be disgusting.”

Sokka’s face breaks into a boyish grin. “So, you do see it.” He waves the ladle in the air, the sea aubergine clinging by its tip to the bowl of the spoon.

“No,” Zuko continues denying.

Katara puts her hands on her hips and finally addresses her brother. “Sokka, would you cut it out? We’re going to eat that.”

Sokka ignores her.

“Here, Zuko,” he says casually, holding the ladle handle with both hands for some reason, “maybe you just need a closer look!”

And all of a sudden, a slimy, tan-and-purple, mottled, tubular vegetable is hurtling across the courtyard straight at Zuko. Before he can even think about it, he closes his eyes and catches it right in his hands. Then comes the heat, so high and concentrated from the cooking pot, that his hands immediately pull apart, and the aubergine flops, useless, on the courtyard ground.

Zuko looks up and glares, and for the first time since going back to the Fire Nation, he swears.

“Damn it, Sokka, that’s hot!”

Sokka stops laughing abruptly, and his expression turns mischievous. “I didn’t know you swung that way, Zuko.” A blush erupts across Zuko’s face as he suddenly hears his own poor phrasing. Sokka smirks. “Good to know.”

The blush is still on Zuko’s face when they finally sit down to dinner, and it’s all he can do not to choke at the sight of Sokka’s ruthless grin each time he takes another bite of slimy, limp sea aubergine.

A couple of years after the war ends, Zuko finally lets Sokka drag him on a trip to see Master Piandao. Sokka’s already gone back a couple of times to forge a new sword and for training, but Piandao hasn’t seen Zuko since before his banishment. He politely does not react to Zuko’s scar, and instead scrutinizes the close relationship between the two young men.

“Knowing you when you were younger,” he says in his measured tone to Zuko, “and knowing Sokka,” he continues, turning to look at the younger swordsman, “I wouldn’t have imagined you two being quite so drawn to each other.”

“What do you mean?” Sokka looks up from where he’s flicking Zuko’s arm. He throws his own arm around Zuko’s shoulders and pulls him in close, beaming. “We’re best fucking friends!”

Zuko looks horrified at the blatant lack of refinement in Sokka’s language, and in front of their swordmaster no less, but Piandao remains unperturbed. In fact, if Zuko squints hard enough, it might even look like he’s smiling.

“Well,” Piandao says, picking up his own sword, “let’s get started.”

Their training session does not last long.

The two young men are caught in almost a death grip, their swords biting into each other, and their bodies so close they are practically panting in each other’s faces. Sokka’s managed to disarm Zuko of one of his swords, cast aside on the patio of Piandao’s house, and looks smug even as Zuko pushes against him. Hard.

Zuko, on the other hand, looks enraged. His leg is smarting where Sokka smacked him with the flat edge of his sword, and he has suddenly been made frighteningly aware of the fact that Sokka is now taller than him. He glowers up at Sokka, pressing back against Sokka’s sword with all of his strength, which he worries will not last as long he needs it to because since he last checked, Sokka has gotten broad, and Sokka has gotten strong.

Zuko feels a growing desire to ram his sword through Sokka, and his glower turns to a grin as he considers it. The ramming. And then a thought fills his head of how Sokka would interpret that word, and he’s shocked when he doesn’t hate it, and it makes him even angrier. Sokka’s definitely rubbing off on him. And there he goes again.

“All right, it’s a draw,” Piandao says from his safe distance away.

When neither boy pulls back, he calmly walks over and pulls them apart. They both slump onto the ground, panting like polardogs in heat.

“You’re clearly very well matched,” Piandao says thoughtfully. He waits until both boys have cooled off before he continues speaking. They sit in front of him, waiting for instructions. He nods and gestures for Fat, the butler, to join them. “There’s an orchard on the way to the village full of plum trees.”

Fat hands Zuko and Sokka each a towel.

“Best plums I’ve ever had,” Piandao continues. “Sweet and juicy, and a little sour, too.” He takes the beverage Fat hands him. “And this time of year, the trees are full of them.”

Sokka and Zuko wait as Piandao sips his drink. He hands it back to Fat.

“Go home. And walk through the orchard on your back,” Piandao says, pointing in the general direction. He bows his head slightly at the two swordsmen in front of him. “Training is done for the day. I’ll see you early tomorrow morning.”

Zuko and Sokka look at each other questioningly but scramble to do as they’re told.

Fat stands behind Piandao as they watch the two run off toward the orchard. “Those two,” he says with a shake of his head.

Piandao glances behind himself and then forward at the boys again. A thin smile graces his mouth. “They’ll figure it out,” he says warmly.

In the orchard, Zuko walks resolutely back towards the house they’re staying in, while Sokka takes his time to languorously pick individual plums from the passing trees, biting into each of them with gusto. Juice drips down his lips and chin, even down his neck, and falls from individual fruits down his wrists and muscled forearms. His appetite’s only grown as he’s gotten bigger, and so has his enthusiasm for eating. He makes loud slurping sounds to prove it.

“Stop that, would you? It sounds awful,” Zuko says.

“I can’t help it, they’re so juicy,” Sokka replies, waggling his eyebrows at Zuko. He holds one of his plums out. “Are you sure you don’t want one?”

“I’m sure,” Zuko practically barks.

Sokka shakes his head. “You’re just mad because I tricked you,” he says, referring to the three times he’s managed to pull Zuko in with the promise of a bite of plum, only to rip the fruit away at the last minute.

“I’m not mad about that,” Zuko says angrily.

Sokka raises his eyebrows. “Then what are you mad about?”

Zuko gestures back toward Piandao’s house. “We must have done something wrong if we got kicked out,” he says glumly.

Sokka stares at him. “What? We almost killed each other. In a swordfight, I’d say that was doing it right.” He pulls out one of his plums. “Besides, you heard Master Piandao. We’re well matched.”

Zuko sighs.

Sokka bites into the plum, and his eyes go wide. He holds the fruit out to Zuko.

“Zuko,” he says seriously, “try this one. It’s the best I’ve ever tasted.”

“I don’t know if I trust the guy who goes around eating random plants all the time.”

“Come on,” Sokka almost whines. He shakes the plum a bit in Zuko’s face. “It’ll make you feel better.”

Zuko gives him a hard look. “You’re not going to take it away again?”

“I’m not going to do it again,” Sokka promises, his face genuine. He almost looks caring.

Zuko eyes him suspiciously, but leans toward the plum. The skin is shiny and dark purple, the color of an eggplant, but the flesh inside is a bright and brilliant pink, exposed by the bite from Sokka’s mouth. Juice trickles down the edges of the bite into Sokka’s outstretched hand, and Zuko briefly wonders what it would be like to skip the plum altogether and take Sokka’s fingers into his mouth, to lick the juice off of them.

Zuko swallows and tries to toss the image out of his head, finally leaning toward the fruit. Just as his lips make contact with the plum’s skin, a high-pitched moan erupts from Sokka’s mouth. Zuko pulls his head back immediately to find Sokka grinning widely, and he fixes Sokka with a hot glare.

“You’re disgusting,” Zuko snaps.

Sokka smirks and takes another bite of the plum. “Ah, you love it,” he says, and he continues making those awful slurping sounds all the way back to town.

sorry

#zukka #ask #my writing #zukka fanfic #atla fic #atla fanfic #zuko #sokka

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morathicain · 3 years

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If that's ok and it's not too much to ask, could you write a hurt/comfort story with King actually having scars from the dog attack and perhaps being insecure about it and Ram making it all better? I just can't get the two of them out of my head, they're so good to each other and I just love them so much! Please and thank you!!!

Hey, Anon! Thank you so much for your prompt! =^^=

(I may have interpreted it wrong, but I don’t hope so - anyway, here is the result!)

It’s late and I am too tired to edit (but I will do so tomorrow), so sorry for any mistakes in advance. I especially wanted to finish this for @days-of-storm tonight and I hope there’s enough fluff in it for you <3 All the best for your editing! Fighting!

Anyway, have fun reading and thank you again! =^^=

With you, I don’t need to hide

The itching had only gotten worse since the bandage had been removed.

It had been annoying before, but now it had gotten almost unbearable, the thought alone enough to make King want to scratch it open.

But that would only make it worse, wouldn’t it?

So, instead, he pulled down the sleeve of his shirt and desperately tried to ignore it all. The sight and the feeling. The scars might almost be healed, but the memories they were connected with, weren’t.

Tighter than necessary, King gripped his own wrist, leading the pain to stop his body from remembering. He needed to collect himself, needed to seem calm at least, even if he had no big hopes for it. Not when he was about to face Ram and his all-seeing eyes.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door to their apartment and stepped inside.

Of course, Ram was already there, leaning over some papers he probably had to study. A sight which was so familiar by now, it hit somewhere deep inside of King. No matter how often he had come home to this, it still made him nervous.

Especially after last week.

“Hey.”

Ram looked up and King pulled down the sleeve once more, a tight smile on his face.

Instantly, Ram’s eyes followed the movement and his eyebrows pulled together in a frown. Still, King forced himself to act as natural as possible. Which was to greet his plants while being hyper aware of Ram next to him.

But wasn’t that unfair? To all of his babies? With a sigh he looked closer, tried to concentrate more on what was important now, instead of on things he couldn’t change anyway.

When Ram was suddenly right next to him, in his personal space, it was as much of a surprise as it wasn’t.

“What? Your bandage?”

“Ah, yeah”, King lifted his arm just enough so the sleeve would stay put, “I was just in the hospital to get it off. No worries.”

The following frown told King enough, but this time, Ram actually put words to it.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Being so close didn’t make anything better. Especially not his nervousness and King started rubbing the back of his neck as he felt his cheeks burn.

“It was no big deal, really. Done in a second, I promise.”

As Ram slowly reached for his arm, King had to control himself not to jerk it back and retreat, no matter how pressing the itch felt. Instead, he watched as Ram took a hold of him carefully, always ready to let go.

He didn’t even move, his arm powerless in Ram’s grip, when his sleeve got pulled back with tender fingers and the scars were revealed. Red and obvious, ugly in a way which made him swallow the rising bile.

Ram felt the tension and looked away from the swollen skin for a moment, to check up on King, the concern so obvious, it squeezed all the yearning inside King’s heart into a tight ball, ready to explode.

He wanted to run away, hide and make sure no one could see his marks, but at the same time he wanted to stay like this forever, with Ram’s tender hands holding him, touching him, healing him.

“It hurts?”

King shook his head as the coolness of Ram’s fingers soothed the itch and burn a tiny bit.

“They’re itching”, he finally said, letting out a breath he had hold for a while, deep in his soul, “It’s just bothersome, that’s all.”

“You’re hiding”, Ram stated, his grip tightening a tiny bit, maybe to make sure King wouldn’t run, “No more secrets. Remember?”

Of course, King remembered.

How could he forget? Like, ever? The day after the camp? The night they had finally talked, his heart on his tongue as he had stumbled through a second confession, sober and afraid? The way they had held hands and had promised to be honest from now on? To do this slowly, step by step?

He had almost died from the touch alone, from Ram being close and knowing what it all meant. From trying to believe, despite his own mind telling him how wrong he was.

But Ram had taken his hand again and again during the week, had moved closer in this careful, soft way. King hadn’t gotten used to it. Not by miles, but he had stopped running away, had stopped hiding behind walls everytime Ram showed how much he liked him.

Which, apparently, he really did.

But yes, no more secrets.

He swallowed.

“I hate to look at them.”

Those familiar, dear, raised eyebrows were better than any question mark.

“They’re ugly.”

...

“They’re ugly and they remind me of my stupid mistakes and I’m afraid they won’t go away. Just like the old ones and I’d hate that ...”

Only when the words had left his mouth, did he realise what he had said, the mortification threatening to overwhelm him. And he would have run, if Ram’s grip hadn’t been like an anchor, safe and too determined to let him go.

But Ram didn’t ask. He didn’t even say anything. He just stared, lost in his thoughts and the intensity of him, of his eyes and the way he held himself, held King, sent shivers down King’s back.

“I ... uh ...”

He broke off as Ram lifted the wrist he was holding to place feather-like kisses on top of the scars, setting King’s body on fire in a new, different way.

“What ...”, his words got stuck in his throat, his thoughts whirling like a hurricane, destroying piece by piece whatever was holding him back.

When Ram let go, his breath still ghosting over King’s skin, their eyes met and the shivers got worse, made King want to grab and hold on to, as if he would drown otherwise.

And he did, he finally did.

Without finesse he took Ram’s hand into his, held onto it with a new kind of desperation. Even for Ram.

He could see the exact moment the man came to a decision, even though he didn’t dare to guess which one.

And he still didn’t dare when Ram stepped even closer to cup King’s face with his hands, their foreheads touching and the air around them mingling.

“Come.”

Right now, Ram could have asked anything of King, could have demanded his life and King would have given him all he had to offer. Even if it was the last fibre of his heart, the smallest spark of hope.

But instead, he followed Ram, their hands joined and King’s arm for the world to see, his scars reddish and visible but blessed as well.

“Where?”

For a second, King was confused, his mind too focused on the warmth of Ram’s hand in his, the broad shoulders in front of him and the soft, soft hair framing Ram’s face. He had showered before King had arrived, apparently.

“Where?”

Memories of a pain so ancient it was burned into King’s body forever, arose, old scars throbbing and the threatening sensation of claws breathing down his neck. He swallowed.

“My back.”

There was a reason why he had worn a shirt all the time and it hadn’t been modesty at all, but shame. Shame and the recurring fear, mixed in a toxic clash of emotions.

Funny, how he had never thought of showing Ram those scars, his insecurities never even letting him believe they would come as far.

But here they were, Ram pushing him down until he sat on the bed, looking upwards with all of his trust, handing it to the man in front of him. The man, who slowly sat behind him to pull up King’s shirt, bit by bit.

He moved slowly, deliberately, his touch warm and so tender, it almost made King cry.

But he still tensed when Ram reached those old scars, a dark shadow of a fear, so much deeper than any wound could be.

Circles and patterns were drawn over his skin, blurring the lines until King wasn’t sure anymore, where those spots were, faint reminders of his fear.

When those hands left him, it was as if someone had pulled him out of the water, had pushed him right back into the sun. If he could just have this back for even a second, he would give his everything, his ...

Soft lips kissed him,tentatively at first, more determined soon after, kissed every bit of his skin, until King’s body had turned into mush with no way to say where he began and Ram ended.

Strong arms engulfed him, held him close as he leaned back to receive a kiss to his temple, the softness in his heart exploding into a thousand fireworks.

For a while, they stayed like that, pressed against each other in a way they hadn’t yet experienced. In a way, King hadn’t dared to dream about, couldn’t even have imagined, really. Not even after their night in the tent, not even after accidental cuddles in bed before.

He turned to pull Ram into a proper hug, nosing at the tattoo behind Ram’s ear.

Hearing the hitch in Ram’s breath made him giddy with pride.

“Thank you”, King smiled against Ram’s neck, pressing a soft kiss to the dream catcher, a silent, enormous wish on the tip of his tongue.

Later, he would tell Ram more about the dog attack from the past.

Later, he would relive once more the attack from one week ago.

Later they would let their fingers wander in a first, tentative attempt to explore each other, taking their time with every step of the way.

“Let yourself heal”, Ram whispered, half asleep but his focus on King like a bright fire.

This time, it was King’s turn to frown, remembering the pain Ram himself was carrying around, burying it deep inside himself.

“Let’s heal together”, he proposed and got a smile in return.

It was truly breathtaking.

In the best way possible.

the End

#my engineer #ramking #I'll edit and post it on ao3 tomorrow #for tonight that's it #thank you!#hope you like it #reblogs and comments are much appreciated #and now I'm off to bed

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bluegrowlmon · 4 years

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This is all very spur of the moment and scattered and bad but I wanted to get it out of the way before I start working soon soooo

(this is personal and what I personally would enjoy seeing, apologies if it diverges from canon too much)

Now, let’s talk about Guinevere. Can we talk about Guinevere, please? I’ve been dying to talk about Guinevere with you all day, okay.

Ok so Guin, I’ve got lots of thoughts about her. I’ve seen Lots of far interpretations, and they’re all very valid and extremely good, we need more of them.

My grand conclusion walking around one morning was; what if she’s a grumpy cynic?

This came from me thinking about Camelot in general. In most King Arthur media I’ve experienced/seen, the court is always wrapped in a sense of nostalgia. King Arthur’s court was uniquely good, a shining beacon on a hill, and England was worse off for its loss

(I haven’t played past Fate GO’s Camelot chapter bc I’m really stuck and I haven’t read all of fate so idk how off this is w fate, apologies)

A cursory glance at the Fate wiki describes Guin as pretty fucked up over marrying Arturia purely for ideals, and the pressure, and Lancelot, and like, everything

And that’s cool! She goes through a lot of tough shit.

In a few variations of the legend I’ve seen, Guin lives after the fall of Camelot and becomes a nun? Sometimes.

(again, I haven’t played past Fate GO’s Camelot chapter and I haven’t read all of fate so idk how off this is w fate)

Idk I just think itd be neat if, after however long of being a nun/living in isolation/being away from it all, Guin goes, ‘hey wait what the fuck was all of that’

She’s got a lot of time for self reflection, and it makes some of the sadness (some, she’ll always be sad about what happened), starts to sour. Why did the fall happen? Why did she have to marry Arturia if she didn’t love her? Who put all of the pressure on Arturia and Camelot to be perfect?

She questions more and more, and is really truly, deep to her bones angry

Anger makes her wake up a bit more to what’s going on around her. Camelot just fell, so maybe things are chaotic, maybe they’re sliding back into the warring states Arturia unified, maybe they’re facing opportunistic neighbors pushing their limits now that a major governing body has imploded, Idk, im not an Arthurian scholar

Point is things are messed up and Guin doesn’t ever want to feel as helpless as she as before, so she starts doing stuff. First nursing the wounded who come to them at the nunnery (assuming there were nunneries then that did charity work I am not an Arthurian scholar as I said), but the itch doesn’t go away, and it doesn’t feel like enough

So she leaves, and does more stuff. More medicine, helping to farm, whatever needs to be done. She tells no one about who she was. Less questions that way. Less questioning about random wanderer who knows medicine and farming and goes so far as to defend others by wearing patchwork armor and fighting, because by this point she’s learned to do that too.

She never does this to be a hero. As she reflects more, she realizes that she doesn’t like the very concept of a hero. Camelot is a double-edged memory. It was bad that it fell, and that so many died, but she’s now realizing she was never happy there. The perfect system relied on her fulfilling a role she didn’t want. And, more time goes by, she even pities Arturia, from what little she could see it was a lot of pressure on one person. The perfect system was also built on serfdom, and after more time living alone she realizes that that isn’t all that great either

So shes disenchanted with Camelot, and heroes, and kings, and probably divinity too once she gets around to it.

Gion roves around, helping out when shes asked, laying low when she isn’t, and eventually she dies. Maybe plague, maybe fighting soldiers, maybe when she tries to fistfight whatever god or gods were in charge of camelots fate. Point is she dies, and shes left behind such an impression that some part of her starts to materialize as a heroic spirit. Maybe as a mysterious errant knight (which shed hate wow), maybe as some spirit of the people, idk

But! Guin really, really hates heroes! So much so that she actually subconsciously resists becoming summonable. Hence why she still isn’t in FGO.

If she ever is summoned, somehow, she’ll be summoned as she was living post-Camelot. And it works out, because even when face is uncovered, most wouldn’t immediately look and frowning, scarred, weathered woman and think queen of Camelot

I think shed prefer it like that, and only divulging who she is to others from her time. She’s had decades to grow with what happened, but she still doesn’t really want to get into it again, sooo shes putting that off as long as possible

TL;DR, I made my own version of Guinevere ‘heroes are overrated and so is feudalism’ Pendragon

#fate guinevere #fgo #fate series #guinevere #point is i have too much time at the moment

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erin-epica · 4 years

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Woop-de-doo, it's Lord Scarlet stuff part 2

This was a post I planned on making WAY sooner, but I accidentally lost the original draft so I didn't even bother to try doing it gain until recently. And just now something happened that changed everything; and I mean what both DID and DIDN'T automatically give me the right to post this. I almost deleted my first post at that, and here's why:

In the first post, I mentioned that when I initially found out Vic was lying to me, I was quiet about it and just stopped talking to her out of fear, and then when I asked for help on what to do I was told to leave without a word. I don't think that was entirely the right thing to do in the long run, because it may have been the easiest way out but I'm better off with proper closure.

And the thoughts she left me scarred with never left my head. Time and time again, I'd find myself crying myself to sleep again at the thought of Brock forced to hide romantic feelings for Master Frown and not know who he was anymore while Frown was left unaware and in love with someone else, even if it wasn't Lord Scarlet.

And the pain sometimes came with a want to confront Vic one last time and open up to her about how I wasn't blind anymore, and how much she really hurt me. But I, again, wass scared she wouldn't care and would cut me off.

So when the pain got worse, I did what any coward would do: tell everyone else about my pain.

Now I DID tell friends of mine other than the Unikitty Amino staff about what happened, and they were all sympathetic and understanding about it. But then I told almost everyone, and then made my vent post on here (as well as Wattpad). As much as I wouldn't want to call them call out posts, they might as well have been. I didn't want people to harass Vic and make her mad...but at the same time I kinda did. I was too scared to face her that I was hoping that someone would do it for me. I even tagged accounts of Vic's. Not cool of me at all.

Now the Tumblr and Wattpad posts got me pretty much more of the same: sympathy, and acceptance that I had moved on. No one came after Vic but we could still agree that none of her actions were justified (I even got @careeningle's attention...sorry about the aneurysm)

Now comes the next important thing that happened, because I mentioned @friffinx kinda being responsible for me getting back to the Lord Scarlet Amino to write the message that I did. In it, I said that after I sent the message I did I would leave the Amino again & for good.

Well...I lied. I still checked in every day for the same reason I started venting: I kinda wanted Vic to see my message. Even if she'd ban me, I wanted to see if she'd ever notice my message. And that would've been the end of it if it wasn't for Brook.

I briefly mentioned Brook in the last post. She was another OC of Vic's, and was exactly to Brock what Lord Scarlet was to Master Frown; a carbon copy love interest. Except Lord Scarlet was far more developed and drawn & written about more. Brook didn't even really have a distinct personality, she was a girl Brock and that was it. But with reptilian overlord eyes. (To be fair, Vic drew Brock like that sometimes too)

(I didn't include Vic's art unless it was in chat bgs or whatever in the last post, but for the sake of referencing/proving a point, this is what Brook looks like)

No one really paid attention to her for the longest time. She was there in the fanfics because according to Vic, "Scarlet needed a friend." And like I said in the first post, Brook wasn't said to be canon so I never found a reason to really care for her. Plus I can only recall someone giving Vic fanart with her, and it was with Scarlet (@plastic-papercuts made it, go follow her she's gr8).

But then one day, for some reason, something in me clicked. I actually thought of a story idea for her. Somehow this bland cutout of a character had potential in my eyes, and I weirdly started liking her because of it. She suddenly felt...more real. I got pretty invested in my idea and newfound interpretation of Brook, and describing it would make this post way longer than it is so if anyone asks about it, I'll probably make a whole other post about it.

Anyway, I came up with a little plan: draw out this idea in the form of a comic and post it to the Lord Scarlet Amino. And see if Vic gets suspicious and checks out my profile and then maybe bans me. It felt a bit better than total silence and she'd probably see that someone gave a crap about Brook after all.

So I started a new chat called "It's Brook" to share my progress with the other members of the Amino, which there weren't too many of but we had fun in it. It was basically me, @friffinx , @soapycocacola, @plastic-papercuts, and a few others who aren't on Tumblr (or at least don't think are) chatting about how awful Vic was and calling out her lazy art tactics like tracing and using assets/clips right from the show. And of course me sharing the comic progress I was making. Again, this doesn't make anything we did right but it felt good getting everything off our chests. We were like a secret rebellion against an absentee dictator. One time Vic came online as we were chatting and even viewed my profile, but nothing happened. And it stayed that way until I opened Amino up one morning. For those of you who don't have it, the menu shows all the communities you're in when you open the app, and all of mine were there except for the Lord Scarlet Amino. I assumed I must've been banned overnight. But I wasn't banned from Vic's other Amino so I commented on her wall on that one. For Vic's sake, I won't show how the conversation went (and I'll explain why at the end) but here's how it went:

Me: Did you ban me from the LS Amino?

Her: There was drama in one of the chat rooms and I'm not having it. I didn't want to do it and it's not a big deal It's just an amino and you're still on this one AM I RIGHT?

Me: Yes, but I assume you read my updated bio. As I hoped you would.

Her: Nope.

Me: Oh. But you know what? Ban me from here too for all I care, I feel like you deserve to know why I left and came back: *insert me finally telling her how I know she lied, that she hurt me, and what I did was wrong here*

Her: Lol ok be that person but keep in mind that I'm one of those people that doesn't gibe a fuck lol

And then she banned me from that Amino too before I could type and submit a fitting farewell reply.

At least I finally got all the built-up emotional pain out of me, but it did help me realize something important: we never really were friends. I wanted more of her content despite all her red flags as a person so I tried enduring them, thinking it'd be worth it, and she only kinda cared about me when I was being a yes man. She never kept any promises and didn't respect me the same way I did her. So I could at least feel confident knowing she most likely didn't care at all when I first left.

@friffinx and the others didn't get banned, though, and Friff even started another chat on the LS Amino called "It's Brook 2" where they talked more about Vic being a terrible person. And it didn't take long for her to shut that chat down too and ban everyone from it that time. Friff sent me screenshots of what happened next (which again, I'm not gonna show), where Vic basically had a meltdown. She changed her username to "Little Miss Guillotine", and made a post about her being "finished with the bushit". In it, she announced that she didn't even like Unikitty! anymore but was still gonna keep/use Lord Scarlet because she wanted to. The part that made my blood almost boil wasn't her views on the show, she's free to have her opinion and I couldn't care less about it. What DID was that she acknowledged that she lied the whole time because "she didn't care anymore" and said that it was "our faults for believing it in the first place" and that "we needed to grow up"/"stop brining it up"

Ooooh boy, victim blaming, my favortie...

Since then she changed the Lord Scarlet Amino's theme to make it about The Penguins of Madagacar (again, fine with me). Either way she was still a narcissist and I thought she'd, sadly, likely never change. And my friends and I all thought that was the end of it.

Until a few hours ago...

I was browsing the Unikitty Amino and saw a new member named BlueCat. Didn't think anything else of it until the user PMed me. And this is what happened:

I didn't know what to think other than "I thought this day would never come", I was that shaken. This was so left field-ish that what else could I do but believe her? It didn't even seem suspicious or like she was trying to be a suck up, that wasn't Vic at all.

But the one thing I knew I had to do was ban her because even if she meant well and did it for the right(?) reasons, but I still asked if I should in the staff chat. @girly-glorious (also amazing so pls check her out :D) told me that yes, it was ban evasion so since I'm a leader too now I could to it on my own. But I knew I had to message Vic first and Girly told me to be careful, so this is what I sent:

And then I banned her, the end (not really)

Now I don't understand how or why this sudden behavior change happened but I don't know if I should question it in case it's personal. But again, I at least want to believe that she's really being genuine and had a change of heart because never in a million years could I imagine her being this mature. Again, she didn't demand that I forgive me or probably even expect me to. But the message still does leave me feeling sorry for her.

Now I thought that was the real end of it until I see the Penguins of Madagascar/old Lord Scarlet Amino on my sideboard.

She unbanned me.

Now I don't know where we'll go from here, if anywhere. I'm not too sure if I can really let my guard down around someone who hurt me so badly just in case she does it again. So I may not talk to her again, but if she really asks something from me, I might try and build up courage to ask her more about how she came to apologizing to me. Plus she followed me on Wattpad too.

But this is why I didn't show our conversation right before my ban or her "f.u." posts. Because I don't want people seeing more of Vic's past behavior and possibly embarrassing her about it if she ever sees this. But that's kinda why I felt like it was 100% necessary to finally make a sequel post in the end; I'm hoping people at least acknowledge Vic has changed and don't keep thinking about based on what I shared out of attempts to gain sympathy like a crybaby.

So before I go: PLEASE, DON'T GO AFTER OR HARASS VIC. I KNOW YOU PROBABLY WON'T, BUT THIS IS SERIOUS. ALL THE PROBLEMATIC LORD SCARLET DRAMA IS STUFF OF THE PAST AND NEITHER OF US WANT TO KEEP LOOKING BACK ON IT.

I hope this helps whoever's reading as much as it did me.

#unikitty #unikitty!#master frown #brock #lord Scarlet #brook #vic #vicslayer #scream queen savage #Victoria #update #amino

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starlightinhumanform · 4 years

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Breaking Point

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ships: Loceit (could be interpreted as platonic or romantic)

Summary: Sometimes being a light side just does’t cut it. After a particularly aggravating argument, Logan begins… changing. (Logan centric angst fic with guest appearances of most of the others,,,, but mostly Janus).

Warnings: Negativity/Coldness/Miscommunications Throughout, Mild Language Throughout, Some Mentions of Injury/Illness Used as Metaphors

Genre: Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

A/N: This was written for the wonderful Spring Fling event here on tumblr! It was so much fun and I can’t wait to participate again! I know I’ve been very inactive lately and I’m very sorry for that (mental illness can be a real kicker lmao), but I’m trying to get back into my groove of writing and posting!! Stay safe and healthy. I love you all 🖤✨

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Logan was not a stranger to emotion. Despite popular belief, he experienced them like any other side. The difference was his ability to tamp them down, keep them from clouding his logic; it was an ability he prided himself on. Sure, sometimes his anger got the better of him when the others were being far too ridiculous. But for the most part, he was clean, calculated, cool.

Right now, though, his head was pounding. Virgil was shouting hoarsely and Roman was yelling back even louder. Patton just whimpered, trying to get the two to stop fighting but failing miserably as he flinched back from both of their raised voices. Thomas stood in the middle of it all with glazed eyes.

And Logan, what was he doing? Standing to the side. Being completely useless, it seemed. He pressed his fingers against his temples and tried to massage away the pain. His efforts once again failed and he turned his attention back to the situation.

Thomas had to choose whether or not to go to a Broadway audition and wanted to consult with his sides to get their opinions on the opportunity. Unfortunately his plan had backfired and now the choice was even less clear. It was a debate, they were trying to make a decision— Logan should have been leading the entire thing. Instead, he had been shoved to the side as Virgil and Roman turned the discussion into a fight.

“It’s too big of a risk! If Thomas fails at this, he may never audition again. Think about how that would hurt Patton. Think about how it could ruin his whole career,” Virgil hissed.

Roman answered too clearly, over-pronouncing his words as he spat them out like they tasted as bitter as his tone, “You’re suffocating me. You’re keeping Thomas from achieving his dreams. Your worries are simply too much. If anything is going to ruin his career, it’s going to be you.”

Virgil raised his eyebrows and gave a cold laugh, “Oh, I’m sorry? I thought we agreed it was my job to protect Thomas? So why don’t you just back the hell up and remember your place.”

“My place? And where exactly would that be?”

“Safety comes before your stupid fantasies.”

“This isn’t even about safety! This is about you being a coward!”

The room went quiet. Quiet, not calm. It was like the moments of silent after a lightning strike when everyone holds their breath, waiting for the roar of thunder. Logan needed to interject before things got even worse and this was his best opportunity to do so.

He cleared his throat, “If you two would like to pause this illogical arguing for a moment, I would like to make a few points.”

All eyes turned on him. He was nearly taken aback by the amount of anger in both Virgil and Roman’s gazes, suddenly turned on him instead of each other. It burned against his skin as they both glared at him. Patton tried to give him a smile but it was far weaker than usual. Thomas’ eyes were the worst— dazed from all the yelling, confused and torn apart from his aspects disagreeing so violently. Logan felt like he had failed; failed them all, but especially Thomas. It was his job to keep order, to weigh the pros and cons, to unravel problems, to make things clear. And when the others needed him the most, he had let it all fall into the hands’ of chaos.

“I just think there are better ways to make this decision. You two have been yelling each other for over half an hour and it’s gotten nowhere.”

“Yeah, because he refuses to admit that he’s wrong!” Roman interrupted.

Logan gritted his teeth, “Please try to restrain yourself from talking over me.”

Virgil was the one to break in this time, “Logan, maybe this isn’t the type of argument that you belong in.”

“Not the- not the type of argument I belong in?” Logan could almost laugh, “This is the exact sort of discussion I need to be included in because otherwise we end up in a mess like this!”

“Logan,” Virgil growled, “I don’t think you’re understanding what’s going on here. This is an issue me and Roman need to settle. No matter what that means.”

“No matter what that means?? Are you even listening to yourself? That’s the sort of talking that causes disaster!”

“No, Virgil’s right about one thing,” Logan turned his attention to Roman as he was interrupted once again, “This is between the two of us. Don’t get yourself involved.”

“If I don’t get involved, you’re going to tear Thomas apart trying to get your ways!” Logan could feel his temper slipping away from him just as his control of the situation was slipping through his fingers. These idiots had their heads so far up their asses, they couldn’t even see the damage they were doing to everyone else.

“Logan!” Roman snapped his name to get his attention, “Maybe you should just go.”

He scoffed, “Go? You really think you can solve this problem by yourselves?”

“Go.”

Logan glanced at the stairwell where Virgil had snarled a singular syllable at him, “Excuse me?”

“He said to go,” Roman was glaring at him, “And, in this case, I agree with him.”

Logan’s mouth fell open. It was ridiculous. They needed him, but apparently they just couldn’t see it. They needed him, but they didn’t want him. He shook his head. A laugh was rising up his throat but he couldn’t figure out what was so funny.

He looked around the room, “You really want me to go? Fine then.”

Thomas and Patton both seemed distressed but said nothing to stop him. Roman and Virgil didn’t have to say anything; the anger boiling behind both of their stares communicated plenty.

And that was all he needed. Logan sunk out of the room without another word.

He reached the mindspace in a matter of seconds, appearing in the dining room. The laugh that had been trapped in his throat bubbled over and crashed to the floor as it morphed into a cry. He clapped a hand over his mouth as giggles mixed with sobs and spilled past his fingers, filling the quiet room with hiccuping whimpers. It was just too much for him to wrap his mind around. His beautiful, perfect mind. And somehow they had managed to reduced it to this— a wreck, an absolute mess, emotions crashing into each other and spilling over onto his face so he could do little more than grip the back of a chair until his knuckles were white and he couldn’t even see through the ocean in his eyes.

His skin felt hot as the tears rolled over his cheekbones and directly onto the floor. He was not a stranger to emotion, but this— whatever the hell “this” was— felt brand new. New like new boots, the type that leave your skin blistered and red and raw. His body was shaking and his stomach turned and he was sure that if he sobbed any harder he might start retching.

He felt so vulnerable; he was a scar that had been scratched at so many times it had finally ripped open and started bleeding again.

Logan was angry. Angrier than he had been in years. He just wanted to help. Why couldn’t they see that? Why wouldn’t they let him help? But more importantly, why couldn’t he help? Was he useless? Was he a tool that had no purpose, tossed aside by the others like a spare screw that didn’t fit anywhere?

“Logan?”

His head shot up, back straightening and squaring up in under a second. Janus was standing on the other side of the room like he had frozen in the middle of his movements. His eyebrows were woven together in what seemed like concern.

“You don’t look ok?” His expression was a painting of confusion.

Logan rubbed at his eyes from beneath his glasses, “I- I assure you, I’m perfectly fine.”

Janus just laughed, silky and self-satisfied as always but maybe a little softer than usual, “Lying’s kind of my thing, remember, Logan? You look... great.”

Logan let his head hang, not even trying to keep up appearances now that Janus had called him out. He glared at the other side from over the rim of his glasses, “Can I help you? Or are you done ridiculing me?”

Janus took a couple hesitant steps forward, tilting his head to the side like he was absolutely fascinated by Logan. He began speaking slowly but it was obvious from his intense stare that his focus was very far from the words leaving his mouth, “Ridiculing? Oh dear, no, that was not my intention. What’s the matter? Something must be incredibly wrong to have put you in such a state.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Logan snarled, “Am I not allowed to act as irrationally as the rest of you? Is sanity expected only of me? Maybe I’m tired of it! Do you understand how exhausting it is to carry the weight of responsibility with no one to lend a hand? In fact you all fight against me, pushing me downhill and spiraling Thomas further and further away from stability. Well, maybe I’m tired of it. Maybe I’m so damn tired of yelling until my voice is hoarse, just because I’m trying to look out for the well being of everyone else only to be discounted because ‘it’s not fun’ or because I couldn’t possibly understand, being the cold and unfeeling robot that I am. I am sick of it!”

“Logan, I’m going to need you to calm down.”

Logan blinked back into the present.

Janus was standing in front of him, hands raised to hold Logan’s face. Logan was startled to find his cheeks damp once again with tears beneath Janus’ quivering fingers. Janus was staring at him with a combination of fascination and terror.

“Logan do you know what’s happening?” Janus’ voice shook nearly as hard as his hands as he drew them back to his chest.

Logan could feel his forehead crease as he stared back at Janus, “What do you mean?”

Janus laughed but it had lost its honeyed qualities; just a humorless, sharp exhale, “Look around you.”

He raised his head at Janus’ cue, taking in the room around him. A glass that had left on the table was now broken into pieces. The glass of picture frames hung on the wall now lay shattered on the carpet. Items scattered on shelfs throughout had tipped over or rolled onto the floor.

Logan’s mouth fell open, “Did I— How— What— Did I do that?”

Janus nodded his head slowly like he wasn’t sure to believe it either, “The whole mindspace started shaking.”

“What does this mean?” Logan reached out slowly to pick up a shard of the glass. His hands trembled as he studied the piece, turning it between his fingers as if he could find an answer in its angular edges.

“Well, sometimes when a dark side is distressed enough, they can negatively affect the environment around them,” Janus had been speaking in slow, almost broken segments as if he had been constructing the sentence word by word, choosing carefully and cautiously. Now, though, he started rushing his words out like they burned his tongue, “You know, like the screaming thing Remus does or when Virgil makes the whole room go dark, that sort of thing.”

“Wait. Janus, you said ‘dark side.’ And don’t try to lie to me, I have a perfect memory and I know what you said.”

Janus winced and tried for a smile, “Yes, well...”

Logan arched one of his eyebrows, “You are aware that I’m not a dark side, yes? And unlike Virgil, I was never once in my existence a dark side.”

“No, no I know that,” He clasped and unclasped his hands together serval times as if the awkward movement could fill the even more awkward silence, “I’m implying that you might be becoming one?”

“Oh, please,” Logan scoffed, “Is that even possible? And how have I even done anything to deserve the title of being ‘dark’?”

Janus mirrored Logan’s raised brow, “Oh, and I’ve earned such a label? The point is, you’re starting to act more and more like us. Whether or not any of us are actually deserve that title is a debate for another day.”

Logan studied the face in front of him. Janus was a master of deception— of course he was— but in this moment he seemed completely open, completely genuine. And if Janus was being honest... well, that could be a bad thing.

He opened his mouth to speak but the words were slow to come to his tongue, “So, assuming this hypothetical you’ve proposed, how could this happen? How is such a shift even a possibility?”

Janus gave another humorless laugh but at least he didn’t sound terrified this time, “I really don’t have the answer to that one.”

Logan stared done at the floor, eyes roaming the pattern of the carpet but his mind incredibly far away. Was that possible? Could a side go “bad”? More importantly, could he go bad? Was he bad? Had he failed Thomas so much, hurt the others so much, provided so little use yet so much ill-will that—

“If anyone has the answers, it’s going to be you.”

Janus’ voice broke through Logan’s thoughts, “What?”

Janus pulled out two chairs from underneath the table and faced them towards each other. He took a seat in one and pointed at the other, “Something is obviously wrong. Tell me what’s going on.”

Logan stumbled into the chair, stunned by the commanding note in Janus’ tone. He sat down and stared blankly across at the other side, unsure of where to even start. He pursed his lips for a moment, “Why does it matter?”

“Because you knocked my favourite mug off of its shelf and I need answers,” Janus rolled his eyes, “If what I think is happening is happening, that’s a huge change that could affect everyone— including Thomas. Now stop avoiding the question.”

Logan glared down at his hands gripping each other in his lap. His vocabulary had abandoned him. This simply was not a familiar situation to him. He shared facts, advice, outside information; but feelings, his subjective truth? That stayed locked away.

“Let’s start with why you’re crying, ok?” Janus’ voice was gentle but his question was still very clearly an instruction.

Logan jerked his head up as he realized there were tears running down his face. Again. He cursed under his breath as he rubbed them away, “I don’t even know. I guess I’m just not used to doing this, this sharing of emotions.”

Janus nodded, “And why aren’t you with the others? It sounds like there’s quite an argument going on up there. You usually jump right into the fray.”

“I don’t know,” Logan pinched his nose and tried to ignore the burning ache in his chest. It was strange, the emotion so raw and intense that it had the effect of a physical wound. It was like the tissue of his rib cage was being torn apart, “I tried to join in, to try and add at least a little reason to the discussion... but they refused to listen.”

“Logan, have they ever listened you about anything?”

He let his head fall back down to avoid looking at Janus, “Not really. I can’t help but think I’ve failed Thomas.”

Janus placed his hand on Logan’s shoulder, “No, no that’s not what I meant. I just wanted to know if the others took your advice.”

Logan raised his gaze to make eye contact with Janus, “Well, sometimes.”

“But do you have to work to get them to even hear you?”

Logan laughed, “Oh, yeah.”

“And to they ever listen to you about you? Do they even ask?”

“Why would they?” Logan paused, “Wait, should they?”

Janus stared at him like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, pity swimming in his eyes, “I think I see the problem. I think your negative interactions with the others is causing you to turn into a dark side. It’s almost like a defense mechanism or something.”

“But my interactions with the others haven’t been negative. They can be frustrating, yes, but they’re the closest things to friends that I would ever have. At the very least, they are my companions. Right?”

Janus grimaced, “From what you were saying about ten seconds ago, their treatment of you hasn’t exactly been positive. I’m not say they’re not your friends, just that... maybe they don’t act like it as much as they should. They don’t seem value you or what you have to say.”

“But I need them to,” Logan spoke slowly, deep in thought, “How else am I supposed to help Thomas, to fulfill my purpose?”

Janus said nothing and Logan continued he train of thought, “I guess it makes perfect sense for me to do what’s necessary to be heard. I can’t protect Thomas from their violent irrationality if they don’t listen to me. I guess this is just the natural course of action.”

Janus seemed hesitant as he nodded, “I mean... yes, I guess so.”

“Besides—,” Logan shrugged, “—maybe being a dark side isn’t so bad.”

“What do you mean?”

Logan smirked, “Sometimes you need to raise your voice to be heard; if I need to scare the others a little to cut through the chaos, then so be it. And it seems that I’ve been given the perfect tool to do so.”

“Logan, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea... ”

But Janus’ voice was already fading away as Logan rose back into the argument. He had been ignored for the last time. Never again would he be brushed to the side for being the cold outcast. They would listen to him— whether they liked it or not.

Logan was not a stranger to emotion. And right now, he was smiling. Grinning, in fact— ear to ear, power flickering in his eyes. He was the voice of reason and no longer would he be an accessory to their foolishness.

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