#kaiserkorresponds

[ombreblossom]

For the fic thing ?? You think poetry is beautiful but ALSO that is a bit lacking in terms of being able to really describe anything <3

give me an extremely specific assumption you have about me based off of my fanfic.

You know what? This is mostly true, actually haha.

Poetry IS beautiful, and it’s an excellent medium for describing aspects of the human experience, especially those that resist easy explanation, but some poetry, man. Some poetry just doesn’t do that and intends to obscure the human experience in metaphor and opaque references, and that kind of poetry is not the kind I’ll abide.

(You ah definitely sent this like a year and a half ago, Kai, but I still want to publish it!)

#ombre answers #ombre writes #kaiserkorresponds #poetry #you ah #definitely sent this like a year and a half ago kai #but i still wanted to publish it because i found it fascinating when you sent it #and still do! #gosh #(genuinely) how did this occur to you??

[techni-kolor]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Mori Ougai (Bungou Stray Dogs), Elise (Bungou Stray Dogs), Natsume Souseki (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Character Study, Dazai-Typical Suicide Attempts (Bungou Stray Dogs), Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Doctor Mori Ougai (Bungou Stray Dogs), Medical Procedures, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Suffering Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Suribachi City (Bungou Stray Dogs), Caring Mori Ougai (Bungou Stray Dogs), Manipulation, Moral Ambiguity, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, The Great War (Bungou Stray Dogs), Mentioned Yosano Akiko (Bungou Stray Dogs), Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Some Humor, Port Mafia (Bungou Stray Dogs), Pre-Dark Era (Bungou Stray Dogs) Summary:

"I already told you, Sensei." Dazai whined. "I didn't have one of those."

Mori glanced up warily. In a few short months, the richness had drained from his violet eyes and they had dulled. Almost as if Dazai himself had dragged a whetstone over those razor sharp irises until they were ground into harmless putty.

Maybe he had.

"Everyone comes from someplace, Dazai-kun."

"I didn't."

–––

Deep in the heart of Suribachi City, Mori attempts to atone. It's unfortunate that home is only a four letter word.

#plz check this out !! #I haven't posted on ao3 in months and my self confidence is -2 sdjldfk

[read-watch-sleep]

I was tagged by @morning-softness to find the words Time, Want, and Promise in my wips. I'm pulling from my novel, since it has the most words, although there's no guarantee they'll come up! (Because it's split into multiple documents you're only getting the first 4 chapters, sorry)

"time" : 84

Laughable, Richard thought, in how foolish that truly was. It seemed an insult to his war-rationed orphan upbringing that someone could waste so much old money into a self-absorbed attempt at staying old and wealthy just a little bit longer, only to be conned into buying useless objects time and time again. He took note of this, as a reflection of the client’s character.

"want" : 52

The serpent rose, water falling off it in rivulets that glimmered in the evening light. He wanted to light the darkening sky with white branches. No, he wanted to want that. That was the problem. He was too tired, too hungry to feel the clarity of fear or anger. Even seeing the thing lift its neck out of the water didn’t make him fear it. He tried to will that fear forward, but it worked about as well as jiggling the knob of a locked door. The serpent sunk back under the rippling water.

"promise": 5

London, if the litany of painted signs and radio ads from their area was to be believed, was a deeply, horribly supernatural place. This particular small strip of street-practically-alleyway promised it in a colourful chaotic series: Chi-chi incense stick fortune reading, tea miracle cures, statues that ward back luck, lucky gambling coins and dice (entirely fair! Win by the will of the gods) and a combination physiognomy-psychotherapist. Windows spewed out the smell of incense, imported spices, and cigarette smoke. In the road people would push around fried bun and Asiatic vegetable carts, calling around in Chinese. This was one of those neighborhoods. 

Thank you for tagging me! This is a lot of fun!

I would like to invite @kaiserkorresponds and @cinnamoniic to find "Certain" "Stubborn" and "Sea" in their WIP (If you want, darlings.)

#tag game #wip tag game

[our-flag-means-death-ao3feed]

The Heat of Desire

by Kinesthesia (KaiserKorresponds)

"Come on, Iz." The manic wraith that wore Edward's face crooned. "I know you want it. I know you want me."

Izzy forced himself to gulp down the automatic agreement that rose from behind the blistering wall of emotion in his chest.

"Not like this, boss."

—

It doesn't sting that Ed only reaches for Izzy like this when he is manic.

Words: 1155, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Israel Hands, Blackbeard | Edward Teach

Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Israel Hands

Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Israel Hands Has Issues, One-Sided Attraction, Blackbeard | Edward Teach is Not Okay, Substance Abuse, Mental Health Issues, Unresolved Emotional Tension, Post-Episode: s01e10 Wherever You Go There You Are

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/41864829

#Our flag means death #ofmd

[frankensteindotpdf]

Music tag

You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. Put your current favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs then tag some people. 

tagged by @kaiserkorresponds <3 <3

(i tend to listen to albums rather than playlists atm so i used my On Repeat playlist)

1. Mark It Up from Repo! the Genetic Opera

2. Mama Who Bore Me from Spring Awakening

3. Cake from Back To The Future The Musical

4. The Foundations of Decay by My Chemical Romance (on brand dbdbjddj)

5. Four Jews In A Room Bitching from Falsettos

6. Deep Divin' from Back To The Future The Musical

7. Trina's Song/March of the Falsettos from Falsettos

8. Making A Home from Falsettos

9. I'm Breaking Down from Falsettos

10. The Chess Game from Falsettos

thx for tagging!! i tag @spaceboyace

#i speak #thanks for tagging meeeee <3 <3 <3 #this is so funny and so apt this is exactly what i listen to shsjjdjdjfjf #can you take a guess what my favourite musical is dbhdhdjjdf #also i find tagging people in stuff annoying i dont wamna forget people so if you wanna do it just lie and say i tagged u dhdjhd #also. can you tell im really into musicals rn. shskshskdk

[voiceless-terror]

Okay SO !!!! I'm taking your questions post as an invitation to invade your inbox, and I NEED to know more of your ADHD!Jon thoughts !!!! Like I am v much on the Jon is not neurotypical train, but I want to know your takes on it !!! [I LOVE the way you write him in your ADHD series]

I am SO sorry this ended being much longer than i expected but here you go.

God I feel so strongly about ADHD Jon! The way I write him is very much based on my own experience with ADHD. Here are some of my headcanons, some of which you can probably find peppered in all of my fics. But I will definitely be adding to that series in the future!

-Jon didn’t get a formal diagnosis until he was in college, and pretty much just really internalized that ‘deeply annoying child’ bit. This still sticks with him even after he gets diagnosed because of course getting therapy and medication doesn’t magically make things better

-He’s probably his most easy-going and personable (the soft Jon we get to see now!)  when he finally realizes he’s not ‘defective’ like he thought, and that there are people who care about him and want to hear what he has to say

-BUT he still has a lot of RSD flare ups, especially when anyone he loves gets frustrated with him. He goes through quiet periods when he doesn’t want to speak for fear of upsetting others

-After his falling out with Georgie he falls back into this majorly, and his first two years at the Institute are pretty hard for him, until Tim and Sasha break down his walls and support him

-I headcanon Tim as either having some form of ADHD himself or that his brother had it, and he feels very protective of Jon because he’s seen first hand how difficult it can be sometimes

-Jon Sims? More like Jon STIMS. He tries to hide it when he’s not alone, but he’s a big hand flapper and very restless. When he’s thinking through things he has to pace and he’s always bumping into things. Martin thinks its adorable but is always worried when he comes home with a new bruise. He also likes to spin in his chair, even though it makes him feel dizzy and nauseous  

- He thinks his intense ability to focus on statements is just another form of hyperfixation until it very clearly isnt

-Jon’s not a good listener. His mind is always wandering, and he often interrupts. He feels self-conscious about this only afterwards when its pointed out to him. He’ll go into his quiet periods again, and has a really hard time trying to find a balance between talking too much and too little. It doesn’t come naturally for him.

-His assistants all react differently to this. He and Sasha get into really intense conversations, so there’s a lot of give and take there that he doesn’t ordinarily get and that’s good for him. Tim just rolls with it- he’s a good conversationalist, and he’s great at putting people at ease. Martin is a bit of a harder nut to crack, and Jon feels like he’s on unstable ground until they get to know each other. There is a lot of awkward and misconstrued convo in the beginning of their friendship.

- Jon has so much love to give but he doesn’t know how to express it sometimes!! And that’s why in my adhd jon series everyone lives and he gets the support and love that he needs, because sometimes i am sappy and i want things to work out

#asks #i have so many more of these headcanons but this is what ill write for now #i am always avaiable to scream about adhd jon #tma #jonathan sims #kaiserkorresponds #adhd jon au

[nat-20s]

For a Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

oh fuck i have no IDEA what that is

um title alone? it’s either about dog shelter or it’s a metaphor about like. idk mafia dudes

#kaiserkorresponds #failed step one lmao #replies

[bluejayblueskies]

Rain !! For the WIP ask game <3

send me a word and if it's in my wip document i'll respond with the sentence it's in!

rain

there is one (1) poem in my big bang fic and it happens to have the word rain in it so here it is:

I think I like it best when it rains Heavy droplets upon slanted roofs That we shelter beneath Drip drop, drip drop And you say it sounds like:

Birds’ wings pine needles bugs chittering

And I have to disagree

Water has no words but raindrops speak In lilting stanzas, stuttering prose Forming syllables on impact Running in rivulets into sentences They speak of:

Birds’ wings pine needles bugs chittering

And you tell me we both are right

#ask #kaiserkorresponds #i was like 'ahh i don't write good poetry' then i was like 'wait... martin also doesn't write good poetry so it's fine' lol

[zykaben]

39 + 56 !!!! For the tropes !!

Tropes: 39. Survival/Wilderness Fic + 56. Awful First Meeting

No ship given, so I’m going with...... JonTim

Also GOD this got long enough to need a cut, so click for more fic premise.

Okay, so. Pre Season 1 setting, Jon is already working in Research and Tim is hired on. Tim is being his typical bright and personable self as he’s shown around, asking insightful questions and cracking jokes. Through a case of monumentally bad timing, Tim gestures widely and ends up knocking into Jon, sending the coffee Jon was holding all over himself. Tim fucking freezes because he JUST knocked tea all over this stranger and this poor man looks like he’s about to cry now and it is ONLY Tim’s first day.

The stranger bolts before Tim can say anything. Tim is freaking out a lil but the person showing him around says not to worry, could have happened to anyone, it’ll be alright. Tim feels awful and resolves to properly apologize to his new coworker that he fucking doused in coffee.

So Tim waits around until he sees Jon (got the name from the others) comes back and tries to grab his attention to apologize. Well, Jon apparently had not seen him because he startles so bad he trips and crashes his face into the ground and Tim just vaguely registers “bleeding” and “broken nose” and “are you alright?” in the flurry of activity that follows.

He resolves to just. Avoid Jon at all costs. Because he cannot imagine what testing his luck again might cause.

He eventually finds out.

Tim has been assigned to look into this weird fucking globe in artefact storage. The person who turned it over refused to say what it did, just dropped it off and ran. Tim is in charge of very carefully observing it. Someone mentions there’s another researcher looking into it and Tim kinda nods, figures it’s not super relevant to him right now. Anyway, he hikes it over to artefact storage and finds the globe.

Only someone else is there. Tim bumps into them and they go stumbling. Tim realizes that it’s Jon just as they both crash into the globe. In a burst of wind and vertigo, Tim blacks out.

When he wakes up, the sky is wrong. It’s too tall and moving too much and it makes Tim dizzy and nervous. He looks away and sees that he’s outside, in a strange place. The grass moves in strange patterns and looks too blue. The trees stretch too far up and everything moves like there are raging winds but Tim can only feel a faint breeze. Something touches his shoulder and he jolts up. Bangs his head against Jon’s and sends them both recoiling back.

Once they both recover, Jon very nervously explains that... he doesn’t know what’s happening. That he fell unconscious and then woke up here and has been waiting for Tim to rouse. That he doesn’t know what to do.

The two of them are stuck in this strange place, virtual strangers who have only ever shared a horrible first meeting. Tim can’t decide if this is bad luck or if he and Jon are fated to never have even ONE decent interaction.

They eventually get up and start moving. The premise from there is a basic survival fic, though it’s obviously a lil twisted. The globe is an artefact of the Vast, trapping people who fall into it. There are plants, though Jon and Tim have never seen anything like them before. Eventually they get hungry enough to chance eating one of the fruits and hey! They’re actually tasty!! The stars are useless to navigate with, the night sky in constant flux and the brilliant lights always shifting. It’s beautiful and horrifying, makes them feel so tiny. So meaningless.

Jon and Tim start kinda rocky (how could they NOT) but as they work together and talk and survive, they grow to like each other. They cuddle at night when the cold or the loneliness is too much, Tim tells Jon anything he wants and Jon always listens, Jon’s dry humor can always make Tim laugh... it’s just... the circumstances are awful, but with Jon, Tim finds that many of the moments are... they’re nice.

I think their first kiss is at night, in the overgrown ruins of the bed of an abandoned truck. Tim has Jon tucked close and can see the lights in the night sky dancing over Jon. Tim makes a noise in his throat and Jon pulls back to look in his eyes and, like gravity, they’re drawn together, their lips brushing in gentle experimentation. Jon gasps and Tim stays still, doesn’t move until Jon leans back in and kisses the corner of his mouth. Tim lets out a shuddering sigh and squeezes Jon against him.

They get out, eventually. They’re changed, but as Tim keeps hold of Jon’s hand while the others bustle and fuss over them, Tim thinks it’s not all bad.

#tma #jonathan sims #tim stoker #jontim #this is TOO LONG #kaiserkorresponds

[dickwheelie]

21 with any characters you'd like !!! (TMA)

21. collapse 

Tim, for a split second in time, stands on a precipice, one foot in flame and the other in nowhere. He imagines he can feel the pain of the explosion, the white-hot razor-edge of conflagration. But really, it’s numbness. It’s been numbness for months now, and this is just a redder, brighter numbness than before. It isn’t pain he feels, but there is a sensation of breaking, of collapse, all along one side of him. Right or left, he isn’t sure. Direction is a concept he no longer needs. He can’t tell if his eyes are open, and doubts it would make a difference. He waits impatiently as the fraction of a second drags on, halving itself again and again but never quite ticking over, and feels his skin and muscles and bones and cells and atoms slowly fall apart and transform into flame, into energy and heat, and he feels himself dissolving into the conflagration until there is no difference between them, and the last thought Tim has is of entropy, and that really this was always coming, in one way or another.

#the magnus archives #tma #gwyneth writes #kaiserkorresponds #thank you!!

[suttttton]

Fairy/Borrower Jon is my vote for essay editing !! (And good luck with your paper too !!)

Thanks! I have ~1 page finished-ish, and the first (and most stupidly difficult) part is more-or-less written. (Although I know it’s still going to fight me some more tomorrow when I go to edit it.)

Here’s some fairy/borrower Jon:

Martin leaves an offering for Jon every single night for the next week. Every night is different. Raspberry jam. A slice of fresh-baked sourdough. Trinkets that shine delightfully in the dim light. One night, when the laughter of the humans is especially loud, their sleep especially deep, Martin leaves for Jon a bit of heady wine that leaves him feeling dizzy and delighted.

Jon feels a bit bad that there is no variation in his own gifts, but he doesn’t yet know what else Martin might want. He doesn’t know much about Martin at all, except that he catches bugs and takes them outside instead of killing them, that he won’t go in the study alone, that he makes by far the best tea of the three of them, that he’s sharp-tongued and clever and so, so kind.

Jon thinks about it, all week long, spending his days watching his humans—less than a week and they’re already his humans—and his nights enjoying Martin’s offerings.

And then, at the end of the week, something changes. The atmosphere in the house isn’t light laughter anymore. It’s quiet, anxious. The air thrums with tension, and he can’t bring himself to leave the safety of the walls. He peeks at his humans through little cracks and holes, watches in puzzlement as they  rearrange their bedroom, silently separating their nest back into three separate beds.

At first, he thinks they might be upset with each other, but then Tim pulls the other two into a tight hug, kissing Martin’s head, then Sasha’s. They cling to each other, and their faces don’t hide anger, only a blank kind of fear.

(Send me a request for WIP preview you want to see, I’ll post another when I finish part 2 of my essay!)

#in case you are wondering yes martimsasha thruple #it was very very hard to pick a scene from this fic because it is very long #and fairy jon is so much fun #anyway back to work #i will return when i finish writing about paul bowles' weird obsession with illiteracy #asks #kaiserkorresponds #sutton's essay hell night

[ombreblossom]

Friends to lovers for the trope game!

Hey, Kai! You ah. Sent this a while ago, so thanks for waiting while I answered you ^-^;;

I love friends to lovers as a romance trope! Like, most of what I like about romance revolves around (in no particular order):

1) witnessing how characters find things about their loved one(s) to be completely enamored with over time

2) the dawning realizations that the feelings they’ve had for one another are complicated and maybe not exactly platonic

3) the specific ways their dynamic remains the same and how it also changes over time. Like, all the casual intimacy that exists throughout because they’re already friends! And watching that either remain the same as their feelings change or watching as the those intimacies and the rituals attached to them evolve as well - not to anything in particular, mind, but to whatever intimacies fulfill the characters individually and together as their feelings change is so good

I’m grayaro, I think, so while I think I experience romantic attraction, it’s hard at times to distinguish it from other kinds of attraction. I think friends to lovers can tie into that grayaro experience of not really understanding what your feelings are for a person but understanding at the very least you care about them a great deal and want to do X, Y, and Z with them. And it’s a process of watching people getting to know each other with no pretense: just that they want to because it feels good to be around them.

#i have no idea if any of this makes any sense #but these are my feels #i will read friends to lovers all day every day #ombre answers #kaiserkorresponds #tropes

[techni-kolor]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Death Note (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Beyond Birthday, L (Death Note), A (Death Note) Additional Tags: Wammy's House (Death Note), Self-Harm, Major Character Injury, Beyond Birthday is His Own Warning, Creepy Beyond Birthday, Scars, L Has Issues (Death Note), Everyone Has Issues, Psychological Horror, Nonbinary A (Death Note), Angst, Blood Loss, Beyond Birthday Has Shinigami Eyes, Pre-Canon Summary:

There was a thin scar that bisected L’s abdomen.

Slightly off center and perpendicular to his navel, a pink line of tissue traced just above his right hip bone. Approximately four inches long. Half faded with age, yet still vibrant against his pale body.

“Beyond? You’re staring.”

“Oh, was I?”

—

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, right?

[read-watch-sleep]

I was tagged by @morning-softness to tag the last line I wrote in a WIP. This is from an original grief-horror short that I'm trying to finish in time for a submission call!

I'm also guilty of not being able go just leave it at a line, so here's a passage:

You won’t mind it after a while, as the feeling fades into the gentle rise of superheated waves, and the fall of acid rain. When your results are good, we will do our best to support you and celebrate. When your results begin to fail, they will do so among our well-trained eyes. Always, here, you are not fighting alone.

I'll tag @kaiserkorresponds and @cinnamoniic play if you want, it's optional!

#tag game #last line #last line wip

[inklingofadream]

1 and 4 !!

1- What’s your personal favorite thing you wrote this year?

Ummm I’m gonna say “hold you closer,” I’m really proud of how long it ended up and it’s a kind of horror concept I haven’t written much before!

4- What was your most successful fic this year?

Depending on what metric you use (hits, kudos, bookmarks, etc) it was either Till Things Are Brighter or one of the parts of the daisy time travels and jon suffers au- so the au taken as a series probably wins :)

#asks #kaiserkorresponds #mine #writing #ttab #ask games

[postapocalyptic-cryptic-fic]

Today I slept from 3 am to 6 am and then 10 am to 1 pm ???? Time is Not Real when you're the Archivist, and it definitely isn't real when you're neurodiverent !!! Adhd!Jon just exists in a realm where sleep doesn't Exist

I feel like Jon is a big sufferer from that Too Bored To Sleep bullshit. Also your sleeping schedule is just as fucked as mine and that makes me happy. Online school has just made it impossible for me to sleep at night.

#it doesn't help that my school is two hours behind me #OH FUCK I HAVE AN ASSIGNEMNT DUE #i am realizing this as i am typing these tags this is the most adhd ive ever been #fuck i have to go bye #kaiserkorresponds #asks #tma #jon