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josnhoes · 9 months

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Platonic!Yan batfam with young adult reader. Part 2

[Part one]

Note: Reader is 18-22 years old. Gn reader

Content warning: being treated like a child, being looked down on, stalking, obsessions, soft yandere but still a yandere, reader has memory issues and it's ambiguous as to why, drugging, mentioned abduction, delusional batfam, batfam as a whole basically view you as a child younger then Damien despite you being older

Focuses on Tim Drake

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For the following week you'd noticed one or a few of the bat brood following you in the evenings. You weren't sure *why*, but it did make you feel a bit safer so you didn't complain. It was Gotham, any sense of safety was welcome.

The small book shop and coffee place you worked at didn't get a ton of customers. It was a hole in the wall style place, sometimes it got new customers but a majority we're regulars. There were also a few college students who used the late hours to buy a single coffee, then use the free wifi to do class work. Today's shift had you on coffee duty.

The bell chimed, signaling a customer or what you *hoped* was a customer. You looked up and were flabbergasted to see Timothy Drake, the co-ceo of Wayne enterprises. Normally you didn't pay much attention to CEOs of anything, but the Waynes were like the poster family for Gotham. One way or another you learned their faces and the names.

As he approached the counter you did your best to smile and not seem nervous. "Hello sir can I help you today?"

The look he gave you almost seemed to be taking you apart peice by peice; assessing you down to your soul. "I'll take a large coffee and as many shots of espresso as you can legally give me. For here."

You supposed today was going to be one of those™️ days. "Of course sir. Feel free to sit where ever you like. Would you like something to eat too?"

"No thanks." He seemed to soften now and once you gave the total he paid with a nice tip. Though he chose the spot closest to you to work. Probably because that was the best area for wifi signal you supposed.

You got his order out fast since it looked like he needed caffeine more then oxygen at this point. As you placed the drink down you had the urge to talk to him but decided against it.

Tim had been having a trying week. He could balance his nightlife and the company fairly well; but the addition of you had been a problem. He didn't know what it was about you that pulled him and his family in. He'd gone over your entire life that he could find multiple times now, and nothing ever changed. No secret identity, no shady acts, aside from some strange tumblr activity you were clear. Mind you all activity on tumblr was weird as he came to see. The entire batfam either made accounts just to follow you, the ones had them already followed you too.

The family adored you and he...was no exception. He tried to be, the way his family was spiraling and for one civilian was alarming. But he couldn't fight it. You were special. You *needed* them to keep you safe. You obviously couldn't be trusted to do it on your own, just today you forgot to lock your home.

While yes it made putting the cameras in your home easier, it also meant that you could have gotten robbed or worse. You'd admitted to being spacey at times online, made a joke of it but it was dangerous.

He finally took the time to sip on the coffee. It was good, better than most places he had. You clearly knew your way around the machine. Would you make him coffee in the mornings? Tell him to have a good day as you called him your favorite big brother? He needed to know.

The more he watched you, the more he worried for you. What if you got hurt? Not even in a rogue attack but in general. You obviously cooked for yourself, and cleaned. Knives and chemicals? Too dangerous for his baby sibling, and he hated knowing if something *did* happen you might be alone.

He'd speed up the family's preparations for you. You'd fight them at first so they had to prepare a special room. But you'd see how well they cared for you, how much they all loved you, and everything they could provide. Hopefully the room will be ready soon.

#platonic yandere batfam #platonic yandere #yandere #batfam x reader #dc x reader #yandere dc

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sailoryooons · 2 years

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44 & 49 with Jin? Either him or the reader is completely oblivious to the other one being head over heals for them? Maybe? 🙈💜

hi bestie i am so happy you requested jin! i have so many fics lined up to write for him that i haven't gotten to yet and this is the perfect chance to give him some love. here is a little bit of pining and some idiots to lovers for you - i hope you enjoy!

☾ Pairing: Seokjin x reader

☾ Summary: You’ve been in love with your best friend Jin for as long as you can remember. You know everything about him – except that he is also entirely in love with you.

☾ Word Count: 2,333

☾ Genre: Best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

☾ Warnings: Light pining, fear of rejection, reader tries to gaslight Jin for 2 seconds about feelings, they're down bad for one another and are very dumb about it, recreational drinking, some explicit language

☾ Published: September 9, 2022

☾ A/N: This is me virtually kissing @here2bbtstrash for reading everything I write and making sure I don't post things with words that don't make sense and accidentally split heads open in the middle of scenes due to typos

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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“That isn’t yours,” Seokjin tuts, grabbing the ciders out of Taehyung’s hands and returning them to the fridge. The younger boy lets out a whine, making grabby hands at the drinks that Seokjin has confiscated. “Nope. Those are not for you.”

“It’s a party!” Taehyung protests loudly over the noise spilling from the living room into the kitchen. You smirk as you finish the last of your cider, tossing it into the rapidly-filling trashcan with a loud clink. “You can’t just reserve drinks! Who are they for?”

“Me,” you answer, crossing the space and opening the fridge. Seokjin leans on the counter next to you, smirking down at you. “Jin’s house rules.”

“His house rules only apply to you and it isn’t fair.”

You close the fridge, new bottle in hand. The glass is cold against your hand as you struggle to twist the top off. You grit your teeth, palm squeezing on the cap as you twist the bottle, but it spins, too much condensation built up to get a good grip.

Seokjin wordlessly grabs the bottle from you. You drop your hands as he pulls his sleeves down over his large hands to protect his skin from the twist-off. He pops the top immediately, a hiss sliding through the gap as he tosses the lid in the trash.

You shoot him a smile, ignoring the flutter in your stomach. Of course he can pop the top easily. Not only is Seokjin much taller than you, but he’s been actively hitting the gym lately. Though it’s hard to tell under the cornflower blue sweater hugging his broad shoulders and his narrow waist, his arms have gained a lot more definition.

Not that you’ve noticed.

As Seokjin’s best friend it’s your job not to notice stuff like that. But maybe you do anyway because it’s difficult to ignore the way his dark eyes crinkle at the edges when he gives you the bottle and you murmur a shy thank you. it’s hard to miss the way his fingers brush against yours, heating you from the inside out.

Chugging a bit of the cool, fruity cider does minimal damage control to cool you off. While you struggle to form a coherent thought, still flustered by the way Seokjin does things for you without asking and the way he smiles at you when you show gratitude, he’s already back to arguing with Taehyung about the special liberties that he gives you in his house.

It means nothing – at least not to Seokjin. You’ve always had special permission like eating food on the couch and being able to control what’s playing on Netflix or interrupting his gaming sessions when most of your friends are strictly prohibited from doing it.

You’ve been Seokjin’s number one friend since middle school, though. That’s bound to come with a few perks, especially at his drinking parties but most importantly, his dinner parties. It comes along with being close friends – you’re only awarded the specialty for being his longest friend.

It’s that simple.

You move to settle somewhere else in the kitchen – it seems to be where your closest friends have settled – but Seokjin grabs you by the waist, reeling you in like the fish you watch him catch every Sunday. He settles you in next to him, arm pressed against yours as he asks Yoongi a question about work.

Warmth blooms in you, spreading like the unfolding petals of a lotus. You know it’s not the drink, though you wish it was. You sip the cider, thankful that he’s not looking at you to see the way you put a tiny bit of space between you. The way that you avert your eyes toward the ceiling as you tip the bottle back.

Seokjin has always been really good at reading you. Yesterday he spoke to you for five minutes on the phone after work and by the time you got to your apartment and shucked your shoes off, there was a knock on the door.

He had ordered your favorite delivery to you without saying anything.

There are countless other moments like that: Seokjin sliding into a place next to you at a bar when someone is talking to you that you’re not comfortable with. Showing up at work happy hours to join you and get to know your coworkers. Reminding you of events for friends and work that you mentioned to him. Stocking your favorite cider in his fridge for a party because he knew you would forget.

You’re grateful for all of the ways he fits into your life. But for all the ease that being his friend brings, you’ve been struggling for years to figure out how to hide the way you feel. Your crush that started as a teen has spiraled into something more. Into something worse.

Because you are undoubtedly in love with him. You have been for a long time. But being his romantic partner has never been your role or even an option for you. So you shove it down like the trash at the bottom of the can Yoongi is stomping his foot into to make more room before changing the liner. You pretend it doesn’t exist like Jimin pretends Jungkook didn’t spill red wine on his white, cashmere sweater.

It's easier that way. It’s safer that way. And you know that when Seokjin leans around you, chest pressed against yours to open the fridge and pluck another beer from the shelf, it’s because he’s comfortable enough with you to invade your space. Knows he has permission to. It’s not to be nearer. Not to get a soft breath of scent that is… undoubtedly Seokjin, a mix of vanilla and something smoky with a touch of the spearmint gum he likes to chew.

You float through the party, enjoying yourself. A few drinks in and you feel warm, not enough to be drunk but the soft mellow before buzzed. You’re curled against the arm of the couch, feet pulled up as you listen to Yoongi tell you about his new project that he’s working on when you feel someone drop themselves next to you.

It’s easy to know it’s Seokjin without looking, so you keep your attention on Yoongi even though you smell the vanilla and spice. Seokjin puts his arm along the back of the couch, close enough that your spine twitches and you sit up a little bit, but far enough that you’re not exactly touching.

To anyone else that doesn’t know you, you wonder if it looks like you’re together. Thighs pressed against his, arm looped lazily in your space, shoulder dipping lightly against yours as he leans his head against the wall, pink-cheeked and smiling at something Taehyung is saying across the coffee table.

Yoongi is talking but you’re hearing nothing he is saying. Your heart is pounding, despite the fact you have been in this position next to Seokjin a hundred times. A thousand. Maybe more. But you smell him a little too strong this time and he’s just a little closer.

Heat creeps from your chest to your throat. Spreads through your face. You can feel how warm you are and before you know what you’re doing, you’re getting up and excusing yourself, thundering up his stairs and letting yourself into his room in search of the balcony.

The smell of Seokjin hits you immediately. His room is dark and warm. Soft grey bed sheets tidied on his bed, a gaming desk shoved in the corner with the mouse glittering a pattern of rainbow LEDs, a door leading to a bathroom where you smell a wax melt burning. But overall it just smells like him – a little musky, a little like vanilla, a pinch of spice.

Autumn air hits you when you step outside. You immediately notice that you left a pair of sandals on the balcony, making you smile.

You lean on the rail, blowing a long breath out. Inhaling a long one in. The metal stings against overly-warm flesh. It chases away the anxiety back to a place deep in the pit of your stomach where you can manage it for the rest of the night.

Another deep breath soothes your senses. You can faintly hear the party from the glowing window beneath the balcony. Closing your eyes, you tilt your head up to the night sky, letting the cool wind kiss your cheeks and the beads of sweat collected on your temples.

When the door behind you slides open, you grip the rail a little tighter, but you don’t open your eyes to turn around. You smell him – feel his shadow as he leans on the rail and yawns. You imagine he stretches like a cat, long-limbed reach toward the sky before rolling his broad shoulders.

You know every movement, every sound, every thought, every breath.

“What’s wrong?” You dread the question when you hear him ask. You hum in response, the sound upturned on the end in a question. “I feel like I’ve been chasing you all night.”

“How so?”

“You skirted around me when you came over today. You were like a polarly charged magnet in the kitchen, shifting the opposite way of me until I made you stand next to me. And I sat down on the couch for a total of five minutes before you made your great escape again.”

“I think you’re imagining things. I just needed some fresh air.”

“Don’t do that.” His serious tone makes you open your eyes in surprise, looking at him. His dark gaze is focused on you. There’s no high-pitched laughter now. No crinkling eyes or hand hovering over his mouth as he giggles. “That isn’t fair to me. I’m not imagining that.”

“You’re right, sorry. I just…” Metal bites into your hands as you clutch the railing and chew on your thoughts a bit more. “Stressed. Feeling a bit off.”

“You’ve been a bit off for a while now. Did I… do something wrong?”

“What? No. Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know, it’s like you won’t… you won’t let me close to you anymore.”

You frown. “I didn’t realize I was doing that, I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention.”

His dark eyes are searching for something. You squirm under his gaze, worried that he’ll dig out your greatest secret. So you avert your eyes to look at the moon, even as he continues to stare. “Are you – are you pushing me away because you know?”

Your brows pinch. Lips turned down. Glancing from the corner of your eye, you ask “Know what?”

“Like-“ Seokjin sighs and runs a hand through his dark hair. Your eyes linger, missing the way he struggles with his words for a moment as you’re distracted by the way the silver moonlight paints his skin. He looks beautiful – he has always been beautiful. “Like do you know how I feel about you? Is that… why you’ve been weird?”

Your world flips upside down. You turn to face Seokjin fully, your heart seizing in your chest as your mind catches up to his words. You’re about to snap at him, about to demand that he take it back because teasing you isn’t okay – but you see his face.

Seokjin stands with his hands loosely at his sides, eyes soft and round. Face open, vulnerable. You stare and stare and stare, your lips parted slightly as you blink and shake your head.

Like do you know how I feel about you?

It could mean a million things.

“What do you mean?”

For a moment, he’s silent as he scrutinizes you. Then, he laughs the sound surprising you. “You really have no idea do you? Holy fuck, Yoongi was right. Everyone sees it but you.”

“I don’t… follow.”

“I am so in love with you it’s stupid.”

Seokjin’s words hang suspended in the air like the stars above your head. Your breath quickens and your mind begins to race in time with your heart, a manic symphony. “You’re what?”

“I thought maybe you knew and you were trying not to hurt my feelings.”

“Jin – I – no I didn’t know, how could I know?”

“I don’t know, I thought it was just… obvious. I’ve felt this way for a long time. I’m all yours – I just thought you knew. You don’t have to love me back, I just-“

You don’t remember deciding to kiss him. One moment you’re standing in front of him, breathing in the night air through soft gasps, and the next your fingers are wrapped in the soft cotton of his sweater, pulling him in closer as you stand on the tips of your toes to press your lips into his.

Seokjin’s mouth is warm and petal-soft, a breath of surprise turning into a soft hum. His movements are in rhythm with yours, placing his hands on your hips and squeezing as he pulls you a little closer, opening your mouth a little more with his.

The world spins as he kisses you. He tastes like sweet cider with a hint of his gum, lips soft and slow as he licks into your mouth. Kissing Seokjin is everything you’ve dreamed of and nothing you prepared for, the breath leaving your lungs as you give up air to keep kissing him, to keep pressing into him.

When your lungs are screaming and it feels like your heart might explode from his admission, you pull away slightly, eyes closed, chest heaving. You stay like that, the warmth of Seokjin’s chest against your balled fists and the firmness of his fingers, imprinting on your skin and your memory.

“I… so you feel the same way?” Seokjin asks, a little nervous, voice a little hoarse. “Or was that an apologetic kiss? If so, I’d like to file a list of complaints so you can apologize more.”

Your laugh is reedy and light. “I love you too,” you admitted. “Give me the list of complaints. I’d like to keep apologizing.

#seokjin fluff #seokjin x you #jin fluff #jin fanfic #jin bts #jin x you #seokjin x reader #jin x reader #halis requests #bts fanfic

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 2 years

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Could you do a moon knight imagine where you leave them because you think that they had more in common with layla and still want her, and you find out you’re pregnant (twins) but don’t tell them and one day (maybe the twins could be like 2 years old) steven sees you with your little boy that looks like you but somebody says goodbye and the little boy yells out lators gators! and you try to deny he’s their child but then your little girl (marceline) comes out and she looks EXACTLY like them and maybe marc comes out and is like “i have been looking everywhere for you, but it’s worth the wait because you gave me 2 whole new reasons to love you’ and maybe jake looks at the kids and he’s like “i’m in love, let’s have more” i know it’s all over the place but i think it’s such a nice little fic where it goes from angsty to loved up

Not my best work but definitely did my best! Hope you like

Marc appreciated how realistic you are, how grounded you can be, and how once a decision is made you follow it through. That is who you are: a doer and realist, which is often good but in this case it has turned against you.

The boys, two of three, blamed themselves for not driving out those thoughts of doubt… They could not risk you being put in danger, they would never forgive themselves if you had gotten hurt because of them.

It was a mistake to keep at arm's length when it came to his extracurricular activities. Worst is how bad it must have looked for him (Steven too) to be talking with Layla for long hours. They are friends nothing more, but you saw only two exes getting close… Rightfully.

Late hours coming home. Jake once came home smelling like another woman's perfume.

You did not shout nor cry. Marc would have preferred a reaction rather than a smile and wishing him good luck with his marriage before leaving the flat. It was horrible! Steven was fronting trying to get you to listen to an outlandish but true story and how Lalya is just a friend.

"It's okay. Take care of her." You meant it too.

That was probably two to three years ago.

One of the worst three years of his life. You disconnect yourself from his life completely, you probably thought it was for the best so Marc and Steven could focus on Layla rather than an ex.

It hurt.

It hurt you a lot more when you found out you were pregnant two weeks after the breakup. God, you practiced over and over what to say and how to approach him but… You never did it. You took yourself by bootstraps and moved on, priorities shifted, you are going to be mom and make it fucking work!

And you did.

It was a learning process, a few stumbles, and a lot of humility; but you did it.

Two healthy kids. Twins, a boy and a girl.

You cannot believe the boys and you made such beautiful little humans.

Yeah, it was rough dealing with the heartbreak especially with how wacky hormones are during and after pregnancy. Still, you knew better not to wallow for now these little humans need every ounce of your attention and love.

The boy is named David, meaning beloved in Hebrew. He is a happy boy, quiet and prefers to watch others before attempting to interact. Reminds you of how you met Jake, he watched you and tried to learn about you interacting.

The girl is named by Marceline, meaning young warrior because of its relation to Marcellus, a Roman name. She is a ball of energy! Always trying to get into things she is not supposed to (like the tin of cookies your mother brings during the holidays), to asking a thousand questions to every answer to try to give. She likes to watch history documentaries (you used them to try to get them to sleep but she watches intensely).

Her brother is always close to her, she is always close to her brother; neither from the other. Nor ever far from you.

Today you took them to the park on a warm spring day. Soon it will be their fourth birthday and since your parents are planning the party (you know they are going all out on this as usual) you have time with them to enjoy some quality time.

You forgot this park is where Steven once took you for a picnic, the very thing you are doing right now. Watching your children play with the other children in this open part.

David comes over holding a flower he found, "For mama!" Proud of himself as you thank him and place a kiss on his sweaty forehead. "Later gators!" He has been obsessed with saying that after seeing it once on a kids' show. Steven used to say that.

"(Name)?"

You jump when you hear a familiar voice.

"Huh?" Standing up then turning to see… "Steven?"

"Stewn" Your son had not left to go back to playing when Steven showed up.

Steven looks over to see a shy boy hiding behind your leg, your son waves when you whisper he can say hi to him, Steven returns the wave while in shock.

"You… Congratulations!" You cringe for him on how pitched up that sounds, "He looks cute, just like his mother."

You both laugh awkwardly.

"Yeah, um."

"Who's the father?" The American accent causes you to look at the man in front of you again, you had not realized you were looking away.

"Marc." You take a deep breath before looking at your son, "Go play, mama has to talk to an old friend, kay?"

"Okay. Later gators!" Running off to play.

"He…" Marc is staring at your son, "Looks like you."

"I hope so, I put a lot of work in for nine months." You smile small, "How are you, Marc?"

"Can you tell me his name?"

You tense up. You do not want to tell him because you named your son David with Marc in mind.

"Sorry." He apologizes when he sees you doing your little tell when you get nervous.

"Mama! I'm Godzilla, rawr!" Bumping her small head against the back of her calves. "Rawr!"

"Hah, sorry, kids." When you turn and kneel down to speak with Marceline. It was like looking in a mirror, sort of, she has his baby face but your eyes. The boy had his eyes but your face.

"Bye mister! I'll eat your house later."

"Marcy, be nice. Haha, kids I'm I right–"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Shit. You sigh heavily. Marceline looked so much like Marc, that is undeniable.

"... You have Layla, Marc. I didn't… Want you to feel obligated to stay with me."

"Layla is my- our friend, nothing more." He looks hurt.

Bitter and jealous of Marc's wife though you know you really should not be, "You always were with her. Miss dates and coming home late." The list goes on and Marc, Steven, and Jake know it looked bad. "Listen, there's no hard feelings so–"

"I love you."

You flinch at those words, "Marc…"

"We love you."

You swear you will not cry. Not here nor around your kids.

"When you left… God, we wanted to explain everything, but you left! I've been looking all over for you—"

You give him a worried look.

"Not like that."

You chuckle at how embarrassed he looks, "Go on."

He does, for a long while talking and explaining everything that happened. Sitting down listening to them while keeping an eye on the kids, they never see this side of you nor did they ever think about it. With the trauma of his childhood… He fears messing up.

"Wow." Is all you can say. It sounds crazy, unbelievable level crazy; the only reason you can believe it is because there is often wild shit on the news about superheroes and crazy phenomenons. "So, you both really are friends… Damn, I really fucked up."

All those birthdays you thought about calling Marc or Steven, or maybe Jake to include them in the children's lives. The number of times you stopped yourself not wanting to be a house wrecker.

"Love," Steven holds your hand as your lip trembles, "Don't blame yourself." You lean towards his hand that cradles your face, sighing at warmth you missed for four years.

Yes, four whole long years, Steven and you kept a better track of time.

"I missed you so so much." Confessing, "I'm sorry. Truly sorry."

"Shh," You hug him, squeeze him close as you cry softly into his shoulder. "Hey, the brightside: we made those!" Steven is ecstatic about kids!

"A piece of you," Pulling back to pretend to grab a piece of you, "And a piece of us." Then gestures to himself, "Amazing."

You laugh, "Yeah, though I did the heavy work." Teasing.

"Let's make more," You jump when Jake kisses your neck, "Carñio."

"Not in front of the kids!" Playfully hitting Jake's chest.

God, you miss them all.

#marc spector x you #marc spector x reader #steven grant x you #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you #reader insert #and the bird goes tweet tweet #asks #request

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flightfoot · 9 months

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So I have no idea how asks work, I hope o am doing the right thing.

Sooooo any miraculous fan fiction suggestion? Maybe something chloe focused? Because I am basically running out of fic about that on ao3,butaybe maybe maybe you can help me? Thank you!!!!!!!!!!(oh and thank you even if you don't aswer oh and sorry if I am disturbing you!!!!!)

Have a nice day :)

I'm happy to help! I read a crapton of Miraculous fics so I can help. I'm glad you specified Chloe fics because well, I need something to go off of.

Oh yeah, it probably goes without saying if you know me at all, but none of these fics will demonize Alya, Adrien, the class, any of that sort. I don't tolerate those fics.

So first of all, @generalluxun really likes to write Chloe fics, so looking through his AO3 page is probably a good idea. I Won't Let You, which is a one-shot of Felix and Chloe talking at the Hawkmoth defeat party, empathizing with each other's circumstances, is a particular favorite of mine, if you want a taste.

Now onto the rest of the fic recs!

well somewhere along the way our words I must've gotten lost by @noirshitsuji

Beelya where Queen Bee visits the Césaire house after Alya writes an article about her fighting Mr. Pigeon alone. Normally Chloé would like the publicity but Alya had titled it ‘The Birds and the Bees’. After that she ends up coming back to complain about her mother. And her father. And about the fact that her oldest friend seems uncomfortable around her. Her visits becomes weekly, then almost nightly. (Don’t forget to include Chloé redemption (and some “Bee Movie” jokes).) * Alya isn’t quite sure how she ended up here, in a place where she isn’t even surprised Chloé would seek her out to talk about her dad, where she wouldn’t even mind her doing so, where she would expect it, where she would– (–thud. She might be in trouble.)

I loved seeing Alya's and Chloe's relationship grow and change through the years here, becoming closer and trusting each other more!

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Can't Sleep Either, Huh? by EmeraldButterfly

Chloe gets up late at night. Turns out she’s not the only one who’s worried about Pollen. (AU where former Miraculous holders have an empathetic link with their kwamis)

This one's really short, but I love Zoe and Chloe comforting each other, since they can both feel what Pollen's going through at Monarch's hands over the link.

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at our wedding by @anna-scribbles

“Chloé,” Adrien said slowly, “At our wedding, are we gonna have to…” “No!” Chloé shook her head firmly. “We don’t have to kiss. We can do whatever we want. It’s our wedding.” “Oh, good,” Adrien sighed. “You have to kiss at a wedding,” Félix argued. “I don’t have to do anything and you’re not the boss of me!” Chloé shouted. “Yeah!” Adrien grinned. He grabbed Chloé’s hand again. “Yeah, it’s our wedding.” // Adrien and Chloé, wedding planning through the years.

This one's great for seeing how Adrien's and Chloe's relationship in particular has changed over the years, though Felix is involved a lot as well.

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Restorative Justice by @kasienda

Chloé has never been a fan of Ms. Bustier’s community building activities. In fact, she detests them. She doesn’t want to learn about the drab boring lives of her peers. And she absolutely can’t stand it when their confessions make her feel things. Feelings that she doesn’t even have names for. But when Adrien unknowingly shares his struggles with his double life, Chloé vows she will do anything to get Ladybug to set things right. Even if it means pissing off the heroine. Chloé was already mad at her anyway.

I love this, everyone sits down in a circle and talks about their feelings and problems and work on making things BETTER, on healing and fixing things.

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This last one is a special treat, it's one of the best Miraculous fics I've ever read (and that is saying a LOT).

Hold Me By Both Hands by @angelofthequeers

“I know he said never to take you back,” Plagg mutters. “But he’d change his tune if he knew.” He looks Adrien straight in the eye and, more serious than Adrien’s ever seen him before, says, “There’s someone you gotta meet. He’s been looking for that book for ages.” How differently might the events of season 2 have gone if Adrien had also known of Master Fu from the start?

This is a rewrite of seasons 2 and 3, with Lila being active and sneakier, Adrien not being left in the dark, and everyone talking things out a lot more. I ADORE the interweaving plot threads of this fic, it's fairly episodic in nature and it packs a lot into its word count.

The single best plotline it has, and the one that shoots it up to the top of my list of best ML fics, is its Chloe Redemption plotline.

Basically, Adrien says he won't be friends with Chloe unless she starts treating people decently, and so, taking this to heart, she goes looking for help in learning how to do that because well, she doesn't want to lose Adrien. So naturally, she goes to Marinette.

Marinette helps, but there are no shortcuts here. If you've seen The Good Place, Chloe's character arc here is a lot like Eleanor's was there, with her not only needing to learn how to be nicer to people, but t find reasons to WANT to be a better person, outside of simply wanting to avoid a bad outcome. I literally wrote an essay about Chloe's character development in this fic, THAT'S how much I loved it.

Anyway, seriously, check this fic out!

#ask #miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic rec #chloe bourgeois

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ddarker-dreams · 1 year

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merry christmas to those who celebrate it and happy holidays to those who don’t!

you may or may not have noticed that i’ve disappeared in a poof lately, i wanted to come here and say that i’m not too sure when i’ll be very active again in the foreseeable future. my dad who i’m very very close with has been in the hospital since wednesday for an unexpected medical emergency, so i’ve been there all day as well since then to be there for him. i’m really hoping he’ll be released soon (i was actually selfishly hoping he wouldn’t have to be there on christmas, but alas, it’s best he’s getting good treatment), but when he is, i’ll be helping care for him until he recovers.

i feel bad that i’ve received so many sweet messages this past week and haven’t gotten the chance to respond to them 😭 i promise i’ve read everything and it’s been a huge encouragement to see people saying they’ve enjoyed my stories!! thank you from the bottom of my heart. i’ve missed hanging out and screaming over fictional characters so hopefully i’ll be able to do that again somewhat soon. i do actually have a little scara story that i wrote on my phone yesterday i could share soon, writing for that gremlin boy is the best therapy 😌

ANYWAY this got longer than i expected but tl;dr i’m still kicking no matter how much life kicks me in the shins more. thank you for the asks, they really put a smile on my face despite everything ❤️ please take care of yourselves and stay warm!! it’s so cold out there 😦

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winterinhimring · 23 days

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I'm having feelings about TASM Harry Osborn. (Surprising to everyone, I know. It's not like I've gotten ridiculously invested in the Osborns lately or anything.) But...he's so young, and he's so scared, and he is completely, utterly alone.

Yes, he can certainly be abrasive, especially with people he dislikes, but most of it is because (a) he is surrounded by people who are actively scheming against him, and he knows it, (b) he has NO support network whatsoever except for his assistant whom he met less than 48 hours ago and his childhood best friend whom he hasn't spoken to in eight years (who, from his perspective, gets very standoffish as soon as Harry makes any real demands on their friendship) and (c) he spends almost the entire movie being abjectly terrified because he's twenty and (like most twenty-year-old men) he thought he was immortal, right up until a couple of days ago when his dad informed him that the horrible disease which was killing HIM was genetic and Harry had it too.

Seriously. Everybody thinks they're immortal when they're twenty, and he's just been violently faceplanted into the concept of his own mortality by his abusive dad, who then promptly died. He has exactly 0 stable adults in his life to help him deal with the knowledge that he's going to die and is in fact already dying. Then the people he thought were scheming against him frame him for covering up a death and fire him from his dad's company (which is both his livelihood AND his best hope of a cure). Of course he panics. Of course he lashes out and does stupid stuff. He has...a lot more responsibility than he's really ready for and absolutely NOBODY who can pull him back from the edge. (Peter tries. Bless him, Peter tries so hard. But one friend, however good, can never fill the void left by all the myriad adults who should have protected and mentored Harry and have instead thrown him back on his own resources time and time again, and when Peter is having a crisis, which he is for most of the movie, his communication skills go out the window, so Harry never realises just how deeply Peter does care for him.)

And when he's fully, finally lost hope and driven himself half-mad by experimenting on himself, then he decides that all he has left is vengeance, and that he might as well go out hurting Spider-man as badly as he himself has been hurt. There's no excuse for what he does, but there are a lot of explanations, and it makes me sad how much of his downward spiral would have been preventable if he'd had...one single healthy parental figure in his life.

no i am not writing multiple fics in which he gets adopted by assorted healthy parental figures what do you mean

#tasm #harry osborn #character analysis #winter says things #peter parker #tasm peter parker #tasm harry osborn #spiderman

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Hey Guys!

I just wanted to apologize for not being as active as I usually am. I had a few people ask me what's going on and why I don't publish writings of mine daily anymore. So I thought maybe some of you need an explanation, because to be honest, it's tiring me to answer the same thing again and again in my PM's 😓

At the moment I'm in a kind of struggle phase, mentally as well as financially.

I'm about to lose my best friend and fury family member in the next few days. My dog Cooper has gotten sick in the last few weeks, showing not only weaknesses because of his old age, but he also managed to hurt his leg (while secretly climbing on and off my couch, when I was working), as well as teeth problems that seem to cause him a lot of pain.

It's not easy. I barely make it through a month with what I earn, with all the prices shooting higher while the payment for work keeps staying the same. I sold a lot of my stuff, all my books, blue rays, even parts of my clothing and that little bit of jewelry that I had, to get by. In the last weeks Cooper has struggled so much that I had to sell more to get money for the vet and I had to cut back hours again to care for him, because by now he can barely get up on his feet on his own, to get to his water or food, so I can't leave him alone for long.

As you can imagine it's not easy, my family lives way too far away to help out by watching him. I'm pretty much on my own, at least for now. It's time, I need to get him to the vet and eventually let him go. It hurts like hell, but it must be done, he's not doing good at all right now. Letting my fur baby go after 13 years of unconditional love is a downer, but I don't want him to suffer any longer.

Some may say or think "It's just a dog, get over it" and unfortunately I had even people saying that to my face. I'm not proud of it, but the last person who said this to my face, has a black eye now. My dog was always there in my worst and my best moments, and he never judged, he just loved and was always super happy when I came back from work, or grocery shopping. He was there in the morning to remind me I should go on and not give up on me, in my darkest hours when I really struggled to think of a reason to get up in the morning. I wanted to give up on myself, I thought I was done. But there was Cooper, looking at me with big eyes and I knew I couldn't just leave him behind, he needed me and for a long time that was the only thing giving me purpose, before I relearned that life can be more and better again.

So I wasn't in a good state lately and there wasn't much writing. But I just started another request this evening that will be done in the next few hours. Sometimes it calms me, but there have been moments recently when I felt very, very tired and empty and not in the slightest motivated. Aside from that, I don't get anywhere near enough sleep or nutrition these days to feed my brain enough to work properly. Sorry for that. I will write more again soon.

I didn't forget any of you, nor am I ignoring your asks! I hope you understand and won't be mad or disappointed with me. I'm not gone, just a little slower these days, but it'll get better and more again at some point.

Thanks for reading all this if you did, and thanks for your understanding!

#asks #requests #star wars fandom #writers struggles #tw pet loss

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dazaiandhislovelybandages · 6 months

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dudee you write for Hide from TG 👀👀 can we get a fluff/angst for when he has to go to the raid ty 🙏🙏

Sorrows and Kisses {Hide}

A/n: I haven't read the Tokyo Ghoul manga in like ages so if this took long know that I was just refreshing my memory 😅 anyways Hide deserves the world and also more people need to write about him (myself included) so if you have any requests, send them. Hope you like it 😘 also I made some changes here and there but it's okay because I can't fuck it up more than the anime did. Hopefully you wanted the Raid of Kanou's Lab and not the Third Cochlea Raid but if you didn't, I can gladly make it a two parter.

Pairing: Hideyoshi Nagachika x reader

Summary: Hide has been hiding things from you and when he actually comes to reveal them, you're not sure you can let him go

Trigger warnings: mentions of death

Something was wrong with Hide. It wasn't obvious but you knew him well and you were pretty sure that he knew that too. He had gotten a new job at the CCG as a part-time staff assistant. What that meant you didn't know but all of a sudden the dates between the two of you were not as frequent, no more sleep overs and most definitely no hanging out at his place.

If you didn't know Hide, you would have thought he was cheating on you but there was simply no way this ball of sunshine would ever do something like that. So you did nothing other than making sure that he was eating and sleeping properly. Not spending time with him made you feel bad for sure but you assumed he was getting accustomed to this new life without Kaneki so you just wanted to give him time and space, confident that he would confide in you if he wasn't doing well.

With you being a history major and him studying Foreign Languaged Studies there had often been times when he would help you with a few classes here and there, mostly when it came to translation of a few passages. And tonight had been no different. You had asked him a week prior to arrange this small study date just to be sure that it would not overlap with his part-time job.

But here you were, watching the news, books scattered all over the place and Hide was still not there. Two hours. He was supposed to be there two hours ago. You had called him almost ten times and sent countless of texts yet he hadn't answered to any of them even though you could see he was active.

And then there was a knock on your door. Lowering the volume of the television, you stood up before heading to open. Hide pulled you in a tight hug before you could even say anything.

"Sorry I'm late." He walked inside with his usual smile even though this time you could see it was somewhat forced.

"What is this bag for?" You pointed at the black backpack he set on the floor before removing his shoes.

His first instinct was to raise his hand to his chin and that was when he gave himself away. You saw him looking behind your shoulder, at the television. "Ah it's all over the news..." He mumbled and took your hand.

It didn't take you long enough to understand what he meant, where he was going or what he had come to your place for. It took you mere seconds.

"No..." You stared at him, eyes starting to water. "Don't do this to me."

"Shhh..." He hugged you again, his left hand rubbing circles on your back as his right one held your head in place against his chest. "Nothing will happen. Marude told me that people in the position I will be in rarely die." He laughed. "And you know me... nothing bad is going to happen."

"You don't know that." By that time you were full on crying and Hide was trying his best to calm you down by placing soft kisses on the top of your head.

"But I do." He chuckled. He was glad that your face was buried in his chest and you couldn't see the tears rolling down on his cheeks. "I might be a little late but I'll come here after the whole thing is done. We haven't slept together in a long time."

"Promise?"

"Do I even need to say it? Of course I promise. I will come back here and we'll spend the entire night together, or day it depends on when I will return." He giggled.

Hide returned two years later.

#tokyo ghoul x reader #hide tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul manga #tokyo ghoul anime #tokyo ghoul #writing #anime and manga #anime #hideyoshi nagachika tokyo ghoul #hideyoshi nagachika x reader #hide x reader #hideyoshi nagachika #hide tokyo ghoul x reader #hide nagachika #hide nagachika x reader

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wimble-warcrime · 2 years

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Call Me Alpha - part one

Synopsis: Ever since you were little, you rejected anything omega related. So imagine what it feels like to have your worst fears come true. Step one to your two step plan to a happy life is in cinders, and the next best thing is suppressants and enough cologne to let everyone in a 5 mile radius know you're the most obnoxious alpha to ever walk the earth. Still, some good things can come of this, right...?

Pairing: Alpha!Bukugou Katsuki x Omega! NB Reader

Warnings: readers has a deep set hatred for their second gender; lots of angst; descriptions of gender dysphoria; deku is widely disliked; reader is actually capable of making decisions(no weak omegas in the Christian household); suppressant sickness; descriptions of death.

Author Notes: this is not the first fanfic I've written, but it won't be the last. Here's hoping I can actually finish it this time! Let me know what you think, and if you want to beta the rest of the chapters!

Hc's | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Ever since you were little, you'd rejected any kind of activity, behavior and style related to being an omega.

In preschool and kindergarten, you'd worn shorts and overalls, insisted that your hair was short, gone mock hunting with the other 'alpha' kids in your class. You'd play with Legos, and lament of how you would build cool inventions for heroes one day.You refused to wear dresses, play with dolls, play house or grow your hair long.

Your father was fine with this, he, like most parents, knew that the way a child acted before their turning was indicative of their second gender after turning. He'd expected you'd be a strong and dependable alpha, just like your teacher at the time.

Everyone who met you as a young child expected you to be an alpha, after all, you were the most aggressive of your age group. All the 'omegas' insisted you be their alpha, some even going as far as to try and court you. You rejected them. Refusing to associate with anything omega related.

As the years went by, more and more people, including yourself, expected you to present as an alpha, and when the end of middle school rolled around, people were surprised you hadn't presented yet, most of you classmates having turned already, save a few. Notably the obnoxious and stutteringly shy Midoriya Izuku. You insisted you were a late bloomer, and they believed you.

Then on the last day of school for the year, everyone was surprised that you started to smell like an omega. You dismissed these inquiries, stating that your beta father had recently gotten a new omega boyfriend, and you'd finally let him scent you last night. Only for, at the last hour of class, your tuning began; at first it was a wave of heat, like some had opened a hot oven into you face; then it was cold sweats, you were shivering almost imperceptibly but sweating so much you'd been sent off to the nurses office.

There, your worst fear had been realised: your symptoms aligned with an omegan heat. If you were an alpha, you would have lashed out at any one even looking at you weird, and then started growling at any alphas when they got to close. At least, that was the case for the school bully, who happened to share a row with you, Bakugou Katsuki. He'd snapped and snarled so much, that the teacher had to call his parents and restrain him until they arrived to pick him up.

The nurse consoled you as your heat progressed to the final stage. The first heat an omega experiences is usually an hour to two long, and is relatively tame compared to the second heat, which comes at the age of 16. The nurse complimented you on your sweet new smell, stating that you smelled of elderberry and morning glory. "A tamer, more subtle omegan smell than most," but still distinct in it sweetness.

She go on to list all of the benefits of being an omega; you would find a nice alpha, maybe a beta even, and go one to have many pups after you'd mated and bonded with them. If your alpha allowed it you could continue working after pups or even after being mated.

Of course, all of these things had been explained to you; but you considered them to be negatives. Why would you want to settle for being a weak, submissive, simple minded omega when you could be an engineer. Your dream job was to design and build support gear for heroes; and since your quirk was one that aligned with the necessary skills needed for said job, who were you to pet some big alpha take it all away from you?

No, the second your father came rushing into the school infirmary, you'd thrown yourself into his chest, and cried. He'd be shocked to scent you and find the smell of an omega mixed in with your scent. He pulled you to his chest, and carried you out to his car. Once secured in the passenger seat, you lamented to him your fears of omenganhood and how it was the worst thing that could ever have happened to you.

He was shocked to hear such things, never once had you bad mouthed omeganhood, but he knew you preferred more alphan mannerisms. When asked as to why you saw your newly acquired second gender, seeing as your biological mother was omegan, your response horrified him;

"She died, remember?" Between sniffles and stray tears, you continued; "You said she was weak, too weak to survive. It's because she was an omega. She was weak and stupid and she died. If she was an alpha or a beta, she would have survived." You, clearly, didn't see anything wrong with your response, and while you weren't wrong, it was abhorrent that you would equate omegas as weak and simple minded.

He stayed silent on this drive home, contemplating what to say to your feelings of omeganhood. By the time he'd unlocked the house, you stopped crying, and beelined to your room, school bag left forgotten at the door.

He heard you crying up in you room, and he felt sick as he played over the confession you'd attested to. He made dinner, well, really he heated up leftover curry that the neighbour's young boy had given him; spicy chicken katsu. He and his father had made too much, but he had a feeling that really, he fancied you. And based off of the sticky note that you discarded in the trash, you didn't quite feel the same. He watched you that day, peel off the sticky note, and with out bothering to read it, tossed it in the rubbish bin and dug into the curry.

He was grateful at least one person in the house liked spicy food, because an was it hot. He served himself a fried egg and rice, cut up a plate of fruit and headed off to you room with the plate and bowl in his hands.

He set the food on the floor outside and knocked, letting you know that your dinner was on the other side. He knew there was no point in trying to persuade you to join him for dinner; you'd always stay in your room to draw up blue prints for new gear designs. So he wandered back down the stairs, huddled up on the couch and watch the latest k-drama while he ate his food.

Back upstairs, you'd gingerly opened your door to find a steaming bowl of spicy chicken curry and rice, along with a plate of sliced mangoes and strawberries; your favorite fruit. You pulled the plates up off the floor and kicked the closed as you wandered over to you desk.

A sudden urge to draw up some quirk enhancing equipment for an alpha in your class had seized you and despite your hatred for your neediness to please said alpha, your dominant human brain could agree that the designs were very good. As you scribbled into night, you munched on your dinner, thanking whoever made your dinner that it was so spicy; you needed something to distract from the immense amount of emotional heartache you were experiencing. Soon it was eight p.m, and you could feel your eyes growing tired. Eight turned into nine, and nine to ten. By midnight, you were slumped over your desk, empty bowl and plate discarded on the table adjacent.

You father crept into your room after not getting a response to knocking. There he saw you asleep at you desk, clearly worn out from such an eventful day. He placed a throw over you shoulders flicked off the desk lamp, grabbed the dirtied dishes and headed down to wash them.

He contemplated on how he could cure your hatred for you second gender. You were old enough now to go on suppressants, especially now that you'd presented, but the amount of horrific side effects that omegas suffered from due to extended use was deplorable; that was also why your mother had died. A weakened immune system mixed with one too many cold winters, and she died to a cold. He was also one of the scientists who had disagreed with the patenting of the drug, due to its deplorable side effects.

He figured that putting you on suppressants for now, while he figured out a way to further develop them wouldn't hurt you too much. They would help to prolong your omegan development. Maybe if a doctor signed off on it, you may be eligible for secondary gender change. But the procedure was risky, and rarely ever a doctor signed off.

He had hope that he would be able to further develop the suppressants to be more masking of your omegan nature than to erase it completely. Find a way to change your scent somehow as well. He'd have to talk to you later about it, but seeing as you were on summer break, he'd have plenty of time to discuss at length the future of your secondary gender.

For now he laid in bed restless, eager yet hesitant to go forward with his idea

#bnha #bnha fanfic #bnha abo #abo #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugo katuski #x reader #katsuki bakugo angst #angst #alpha bakugou #omega reader #mha abo #abo angst #abo au #omegaverse #bnha omegaverse

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chris-continues · 9 months

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New Hire

NOTES: this work is a part 2 to this piece! I was wondering if I could make this a Vashwood x reader fic, I’d like your guys’ thoughts!

Read on ao3!

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

TW: drug use mentions, sexual themes (briefly mentioned), criminal activity

SUMMARY: Was it really the best idea to wait up on this guy? And the rest of his ragtag crew? You’d never associate yourself with corpos unless they’re hiring, but working alongside them?

That, you never truly considered.

TAGS: @vashfantasy @millionsvash @captaintweet @lune010 @h4venpha @astrathecowboy

Let me know if you’d like to be added or removed from the taglist!

This was a mistake.

That guy? From the bar the other day? Maybe him seeming a bit off was because he was a fucking rip off. Which was more than frustrating, because

1, you needed the money,

and 2, part of you had gotten your hopes up because he didn’t seem all rumble and tumble like every other person here, nor patronizing, or sickeningly sweet in hopes to trick you.

Perhaps he was the latter.

He hadn’t appeared to be not so genuine; nor a trickster of any kind, but it appears your gut was wrong once more, because he most definitely hadn’t showed up. The air was tinged with synthetic chemicals and flavored smoke, the smell feeling plasticy and artificial upon inhalation.

You sighed, breathing in a bit more and cringing at the smell before turning to see a guy, stocky, with a boxy mustache and build. A broomstache. Huh.

“You the new hire?” His voice rumbles, a bit of old man edge to him. You’re partly surprised someone can make it past 35 here; but life has his surprises. Your gaze shifts to the shorter girl beside him- she’s prim, cute blue beret and clean white coat she must keep impossibly proper. A corpo.

“What’re you doing with December’s newest graduating class?” You scoff, crossing your arms and slinking back slightly in an attempt to appear more at ease. The girl is irritated, shoving a finger in your face in rebuttal,

“For your information, I’ve been out of school for the past 3 months, and I’m plenty allowed to be here!” Her eyebrows furrow, beret slightly tilting to the side and ruining your surprise and the slight (yet little) intimidation factor she had.

You point towards your own head, mimicking an adjusting position to signal her of her hat’s uneven state and it takes her a second to pick up, eyes wide in wonder until she purses her lips with a hmph.

“Meryl Stryfe, newest hire of Night City’s biggest news outlet, Gunsmoke.”

Gunsmoke? Gunsmoke was nothing but propaganda for corpo junkies who wanted something to null the silence of their vast offices.

Nevertheless, her hand was outstretched and head hung high, and her pride was almost cute in a sense. Hm.

You took her partially gloved hand in yours, giving a polite shake and shifting your attention to the guy who’d already taken another swig of alcohol. You wondered if his thick mustache collected alcohol like a sponge. Evolution.

Mid swig, one lazy eye peeked at you as he rolled his shoulders, a few shuddering pops and cracks causing both you and Meryl to flinch slightly. “Roberto.” He offered curtly, about to take another swig before he burped and- eugh, you could smell the alcohol from here, yep, maybe you shouldn’t have gotten the chrome that allowed you to- yeah, ugh.

You didn’t need to smell that.

He reeked, and judging from the scrunch of Meryl’s nose she wasn’t too pleased herself.

“Aw, don’t tell me I’m late to the party!”

Oh, so he hadn’t ditched you. Heartwarming. In a half joking sense. You almost slapped yourself from how definitely not pleased you were to see him again, after your conversation from the other night had lingered on your mind. Along with his rueful smile at his tardiness, his bionic fist clenched and unclenched in a fidgeting motion, the metal creating slight clacking sounds each time he did so.

“Yeah, you are,” Meryl huffed, jabbing a finger into his chest, “and what’s your excuse?” It’s almost comical how she demands him for an answer despite his looming stature, Roberto groaning from beside you. “Leave the guy alone,” he sighs, “Got Red.. Winters to talk to.”

“Bluesummers.” She corrects, “And he’s high up in the Eye of Arasaka, he’s got Gung-Ho Gun status!”

She most certainly knows her stuff, could probably get dirt on anyone, you think. Despite her small feet she manages to trudge towards the doors of the Afterlife with considerable bravado. Respectable.

Roberto moves a hand to her shoulder when she opens the door, opting to put himself first. Her naivety is partly obvious, but thankfully the old man seems to watch her back plenty enough. He’s like her tired bodyguard, in a sense.

The usual scene greets you, partygoers and business behind the closed conference room doors in the back, or even in the laps of dirty corpo men and cybernetic femmes looking for payment. Your eyes almost have to adjust, enhancing themselves once more with the bright scene. At least outside there had been a semblance of fresh air, (aside from broomstache man, aka Roberto’s foul alcohol smell), but alas the night scene was the only scene in well.. Night City.

The guy in the red coat (you should really get his name), trails beside you, before Roberto gruffs out with a shrug, “You wanna lead the way? He sent me some half assed message.”

“Or you were too drunk to comprehend it.” Meryl retorts.

You have to forcibly hide your chuckle with your hand, the sound slightly muffled by booming music and bass reverberating throughout the room. The bright red coat the mystery man wears acts as a beacon though, his eyes glowing to signal he’s looking through messages.

“He’s waiting for us further back.” He states, taking brisk steps that you all soon follow. His face is more solemn, hard set as his eyes scan the room before zeroing in on a posh, angular man. Broad shoulders and lithe waist, yet he manages to appear overpowering and one of the people you truly wish to not cross against in comparison to some of the macho guys who take up jobs like crazy down here.

He looks like a snake.

You suppose his last name suits him, blue for his hair, but the summers part must’ve been cause of something else, as nothing about this man appears summery nor sunny.

Meryl begins, “He’s a well known right hand man of Knives Millions; we really hit the spot with this one.. no clue who the smoker next to him is though.” She rubs her chin, observing the slightly stocky guy beside him.

“Alright, alright, enough of your chit chat newbie.” Roberto flicks her beret with his hand and she’s about to fire yet another complaint at him before red-coat guy greets Bluesummers. He’s curt with his words, nose slightly turning up at everyone. Well, every man hiring is a bit prissy. They’re the lapdogs of the big corpos, meaning they need someone to look down upon when their bosses get too close for comfort.

To your detriment? That just so happened to be the men they hired. Aka, you.

“Master ordered an undertaker to assist with your mission.” He whips his head to adjust the straight locks of blue hair partly resting over his eyes, just as angular as the rest of him. “Directions will be sent out, tomorrow at 0500. You are expected to retrieve the item in question, which you will be informed of tomorrow. Provide your own transportation. Don’t be late.”

He clearly wasn’t one to mince his words, nor was the undertaker in question beside him. What did that even mean?

Meryl couldn’t keep a poker face at all, because she questioned it almost immediately.

“Undertaker? What lousy description is that?”

With a half smile, half sneer, (which you didn’t even know was possible), Bluesummers spoke, “It means he’ll be working with you. You’ll receive your

payment after the job is done. That is all.” He looks uncomfortable, waving the lot of you away. Perhaps the filth and dirty work surrounding him wasn’t to his tastes. How unfortunate.

The undertaker guy though? He looked at home, lighting a cigarette, placing it to his lips while extending a hand to red coat guy.

You really should learn their names.

“The name’s Nicholas D. Wolfwood, you?”

“Oh, Vash-“

“Needle noggin.” He clicks his teeth, giving his hand a solid shake.

Hooray! You wouldn’t have to admit you didn’t know their names later in case things went to shit and you needed help.

“You should send us the location before you forget- like last time.” Meryl berates, hands on her hips.

“Yeah, that was my bad, haha..” he rubs at the back of his neck once more, a pitiful laugh escaping his lips while Meryl is complaining about how the undertaker guy, Wolfwood’s, smoke reeks.

“Fuck, I need a drink…” Roberto groans, already making his way to the bar before Meryl is on his back once again. She really must be keeping him and his liver alive- if he even had a flesh liver anymore.

Leaving both you, Wolfwood, and.. Vash. Who’s left hand continues to drum against itself, repetitive click and clack of the metal a constant noise on the pause of your conversation. “So..” you start, looking between the two of them.

Wolfwood quirked an eyebrow, “Don’t tell me you’re new to the business, are you?” He rolled the cigarette he held between his lips, viewing you from sunglasses he most definitely didn’t need to wear in the dim lighting of the Afterlife.

“God no,” you crossed your arms, huffing, “Do you take me for an amateur?”

“Just surprised Arasaka would allow two new hires. Usually their big boss man is picky as shit.”

“Mm.” The lighting of the bar had tinged Vash’s hair a slight purple this time, you noted, following his traveling gaze back to Bluesummers. Who’d been previously gazing at your conversation. What, did he think you were going to pull something? Shooting up your favorite bar meant you wouldn't get to indulge in the drinks or mediocre food they had, and bullets were expensive. One bullet for a dozen donuts, if you’d recall correctly.

That enough caught your attention as Wolfwood followed both of your fleeting gazes, “He’s not up for grabs, don’t even bother.”

“As if- with a corpo? God no.” You curled away in disgust, to Wolfwood’s amusement. He guffawed, head tilting back as his throat bobbed. Although, soon his head snapped back up as his hand caressed his jaw. He harbored some sort of confidence and bravado only a few could pull off, and he did it well. “Just teasin’ you sweetheart.” He leaned back on his heels, catching himself once noting that there was in fact not an item behind him to hold his weight. Pfft, there went some of his bravado.

He caught wind of your snicker, as did Vash as his attention snapped back to you two. “How suave of you, Wolfwood, was it?” A Cheshire grin made its way to his face, the lights reflecting off of his orange shades in a slightly ominous way. “You need some help there?” Vash pressed on, expression turned a bit goofy.

God, this dude was a bit strange, you thought, zoning out slightly to their bickering.

You silently recounted the whole party in your head,

Meryl,

Roberto,

Wolfwood,

And Vash. Then of course yourself.

What was most certain was that an adventure awaited you tomorrow, and the capabilities of these new acquaintances meant the difference between life and death.

Then again, danger was unavoidable in Night City.

#chris writes #cyberpunk Trigun au #cyberpunk #cyberpunk edgerunners #au #alternate universe #Trigun #tristamp #wolfwood x reader #vash x reader #Vash the Stampede #fanfic #drabble #writing #writer #Vashwood #vashwood x reader #cyberpunk vash #cyberpunk Wolfwood

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o-avosetta · 4 months

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Re: Coral Island 1.0

I've been playing Coral Island again after stopping earlier this year to wait for it to get to 1.0. It's been just the experience I hoped it would be.

I've already written about how much it feels like home, how refreshing it is to play a game so very clearly and lovingly inspired by maritime Southeast Asia. It feels even more so now, maybe because of where I'm playing.

I'm on December break, so I happen to be playing from my family's town, where I really can walk down to the beach and hunt for fresh urchins at low tide if I want. Mostly I walk out to a detached coffee stand much like Raj's (more of a hut than a stand, actually), admire my neighbor's dragonfruit vines on the way, and hope I get to say hi to dogs like the player gets with Bonbon and Taco. The town where I am has also gotten a lot more multicultural in recent years, so it really isn't a stretch that I'd run into people of different nationalities* and multiracial couples* and families in Starlet Town also. There's a Japanese man who set up an izakaya down the road from our place, and it's excellent.

[* Not to get into the sociopolitics of this, but maybe the fantasy of Coral Island for me is that none of the older white men are there looking for land to grab for their retirement and/or poor, younger, less educated women they can exploit as bangmaid brides.]

I don't looking forward to leaving town again, but I'm glad I'll have this game for a taste of home.

I'm only nominally a farmer, I think. Diving and clearing the sea has been my favorite activity in the game, and I think I'll continue even after I make the merfolk happy. I've been making decent money drying scallops and making kombu chips this Year 1 Winter, so making a living this way seems doable.

I've lamented elsewhere that farm life sim games set in seaside towns often forget how much the sea is part of the life of such a town — usually, such games make the ocean nothing more than another fishing spot. I love, love how much the ocean is very much a part of Coral Island. What happened to the ocean is why Starlet Town has been struggling lately. My progress underwater is tied to my progress overall. Merfolk have their own town, and I can befriend/date them; they aren't just blink-and-you-miss it sprites to liven up a fishing session. I still have a lot of seafloor to clear, so I guess I'll see if the ocean endgame is any good later. But just the fact that Stairway Games devoted this much of the game to the sea really touches me.

(I fucking love the ocean, okay? In another life, I was going to get a marine science degree right here in my family's town. But noooo, I decided to try being a writer, lol.)

As for dating, I'm not in a rush to woo any particular townie. There are almost too many attractive people in this game. So I just work on my farmer and on healing the island, and I let relationships develop naturally. Run into a townie? Stop and talk to them. Hand them a jepun blossom or a mushroom or a jar of jam. See whose stories and personality make me want to keep running into them once the first blush is past.

I've reached the winter, though, so I do have some clear favorites now.

I don't know if I want to marry Dr. Yuri, be her best friend, or be her. I just think she's so cool — the coolest person on the island even. I think I relate to her coming to the country after her adventures abroad and trying to do the best she can for the people around her. Maybe I want to be with another me-in-another-life, idk (after marine biologist and before writer, my next aspiration was pediatrician).

Mark recently won a popularity contest in the player community, and it's not hard to see why. In games like this, any scarred dateable who starts off gruff or mean is basically cotton candy left out for player ants. I haven't checked yet, but I'm willing to bet his dog-feeding cutscene launched a thousand fics ("Good girl" — woof). (Either that or something something garden rake up the ass something something.) Mostly I like him because he's the only one who actually seems to banter with the player, and he looks big and cuddly like my SO.

Chaem is the other initially aggressive character, and I think I like her, too. I was actually put off at first; in early access, she was only an aloof jock who was pretty focused on her workouts and her sport, not outright mean. I don't remember her being this rude to my farmer when I met her pre-1.0. Then I had a little think about why one would let Mark be a little mean to them but not Chaem. What do you know, getting to know her makes her warm up to you also.

I like Theo because he just gives off vibes that I need in my life.

Who else? I think I will always have a soft spot for Surya because he was my first crush in early access, and though the attraction has waned this go-round, I still want to be his friend. I want to be Eva's friend mostly because one of my friends really likes her. I want to be Lily's friend because I just want to know all about her and her bonsai. I haven't made enough progress with the merfolk yet, but I have a major crush on Princess Miranjani. (Agung, what we could've had if the devs hadn't baited and switched you with Semeru, hayy.)

Ah, and as usual, I have made it a personal mission to make the town grandma love me. Betty, I'm saving all my flowers for you, mano po, paturo naman po ng recipe sa mooncake.

Okay, I'm out of thoughts now; time to grab my diving suit again.

#coral island #games #personal #the sea #southeast asia

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elfbingo · 1 year

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booboo, how are you?

fav MHA character(s) and why? least favorite? who do you ship?

I gotta know

Working hard on all my projects! That's why it took me a few days to get to this. Apologies!

Now, on to your questions! If you were looking for short answers you asked the wrong person. Abandon all hope ye who enter here!

I’ll get to the shorter answers first:

“Who do you ship?”- Let me preface this by stating that I don't really care about ships, canon or otherwise. Like… at all. It takes a LOT to make me care about a romance in any story. Luckily, MHA is an action-shonen anime, so not a lot of that going on. However, I will try to put some more thought into this topic than I usually do.

If we’re talking confirmed canon ships (discounting married couples), the only two I can even think of are Midoriya/Ochako and Denki/Jiro. I’m sure there are others, but MHA is (thankfully) very light on romance, so those two seem to be the only ones that have actually been confirmed as canon. (Forgive me if I’m wrong; I literally had to Google “canon MHA ships”.) Midoriya/Ochako is cute, and I love their dynamic. I think they'd be a good/healthy couple, but they're perfectly fine just as friends. Denki/Jiro is also sort of cute, a little more on the “belligerent sexual tension” side, but there’s not nearly as much to work with. That may be because these two don’t get as much focus as characters, I don’t know. Overall, the students in this show are more mature than their peers, so they’ve had to be more thoughtful about their futures and life decisions. They’re also still just kids. Adolescent relationships almost never last irl, and in fiction they seem to be portrayed in a similarly shallow vein, so I see no point getting invested.

If we’re talking non-canon, it’s still not my thing. I kind of low-key ship All Might/Inko Midoriya, but ONLY if Hisaishi Midoriya was out of the picture (I HATE cheating, even in fiction). That’s probably about it. I steer clear of shipping wars, so I’m not going to get into any of the other non-canon ships. I don’t care enough to paint a target on myself.

The ships I really care about are the friendships. I'm way more into those, and found family! MHA is full of both, which is one of the many reasons I love it! (If you want to know who I “ship” in terms of “friendships” I’ll post a follow-up answer for that.)

“Least favorite characters?”- I’m going to qualify my answer by setting aside characters you’re meant to dislike/hate (i.e. the villains/the Hero Safety Commission). Of those left, Mineta might be the only character I actively dislike. I think his design is fun, and his quirk is offbeat, but his personality is mostly awful. If he was a villain, or just some random background person, he wouldn’t grate as much. But Mineta is supposed to be funny and sympathetic. I don't hate him, I just... That character type (95% pervert) has never appealed to me, no matter the series. I'm glad he's gotten a bit better in the last few arcs, but it's been too little, too late for me to really like him.

I also found Monoma irritating, but he’s gotten better.

Now onto my “long” answer. You have been warned!

“Fav MHA character(s)?”- I have to say, a big part of the reason I love most of the characters in this show is the translation/VA work, as well as the animation. This may be the best English VA cast for a show I’ve ever heard, and the translation is exceptional.

Aside from that, I love (or love to hate) pretty much all the main and side characters in the whole series. I think they all have something interesting to contribute to the story, even if they’re only in one scene. On the “villain” side, Twice is arguably my favorite, but I find all the main baddies compelling, and even some of the minor ones. On the “hero” side, the class 1-A kids have a special place in my heart, along with Mirio, Tamaki, All Might and Aizawa.

However, if I have to pick favorites, my top 3 are Midoriya, Todoroki and Kirishima; not necessarily in that order. And that’s only if I have to really whittle it down, because the top tier would be even larger otherwise. (I do love a good ensemble!) Since you asked my reasons for picking my favorite(s), and I’m trying hard not to write an essay, I shall break it down thusly:

TODOROKI

Cool quirk!

Fun to draw

Half-and-half hair

Has scar; I want to hug him

Hidden sweet side

Also sassy

Overall bishonen looks without being aware of it (or not caring)

Dual personality like his quirk: cool-headed warrior/socially awkward teen

Takes some things literally (with amusing results)

Curb-stomps multiple thugs at USJ like it's nothing

Snarks at said thugs about how they should be embarrassed

Loves his mum

Screw the rules, I’m doing what’s right!

Will throw hands if you hurt his friends

Terrible upbringing, still wants to be a hero like All Might

Every reason to be villain but is Good Boi

Tells it like it is

Also worries about others

Stoic boy becomes soft boy with friends

Will do what it takes to be his best, even if it means working with abusive dad

Willing to forgive those who have hurt him

Admits and overcomes his weaknesses

Never gives up!

KIRISHIMA

Cinnamon roll

Sunshine boi

Fun to draw

HIS EYES

Shark teeth

2 hairstyles, both cute!

Loyal

Sees the good in others (even Bakugo)

Worries about his friends

Not afraid to cry/be emotional

Positive manliness!

Devotion to chivalrous outlook is PRECIOUS

Works hard to improve

Protective quirk, protective heart

Super helpful

Overcoming insecurities to become a true hero!

Risks death to save lives

Always ready to help

Dad/son vibes with Fat Gum

Empathizes with others, even villains!

Consistently rises to the occasion

Knows others may have “flashier” quirks but still does his best

Looks terrifying in battle/is soft boi irl

Anyone that can put up with Bakugo as equals…

Keeps Lord Explosion Murder (somewhat) in line

Just overall seems like he gives excellent hugs

MIDORIYA

Cinnamon roll

Nerdy nerd nerd

Socially awkward

Freckles

Expressive eyes

Floof child

Mumbles to himself 24/7

Loves his mum

Fun to draw

Emotional without being annoying

Forgiving nature

Wants to be a hero to help others

Risked death as quirkless kid to save his bully

Always tries to do what’s right

Gains most powerful quirk and uses it for good

Seriously- every reason to be villain but is Good Boi

Willing to work harder than anyone to get where he is now

Lifelong outsider who helps others reevaluate their quirks’ potential

Bullied relentlessly and still didn’t give up hope for a better world

Dad/son relationship with All Might is GOLD

Big Brother vibes with Eri are made of diabetes

All his friendships… ALL OF THEM

Goes feral if you hurt his friends

Will go feral if you hurt total strangers

Smol boi, BIG PUNCH

Broken every bone in his body? Uses “Blackwhip Froppy Style”

Seriously, nothing stops this kid. I love him so much!

I hope this answers all your questions. I did try not to go overboard, but… eh.

#My Hero Academia #MHA #Boku no Hero Academia #BNHA #everything you never wanted to know #I make overlong post #Midoriya #Todoroki #Kirishima #Class 1A

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vampirepersay · 1 year

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Girls transfem butters fic CW misgendering verbal abuse implied

Doing dumb things was just a part of growing up, kids are stupid and believe dumb things, however, most people don't constantly think about one thing that happen to them ten years ago and why should they, it's not like it was a big deal anyway it was just another one of Eric's dumb ideas that Butters somehow believed and why he believed it he will never know.

Yet he did and he can't stop thinking about it all these years later and butters still can't stop thinking about how good it felt to be Marjorine and how much he hated being butters, Majorine had all the things butters wanted friends that were not complete douchebags, no overbearing parents ready to punish her for looking at someone the wrong way. But butters know while a great improvement from his real life there was something more, something bigger than all those things, bigger than cartman's ass even. Majorine was a girl and butters much to his dismay was not.

Before Butters could continue with his existential crisis a familiar scream could be heard

"Butters come downstairs right this instant young man!".

"oh geez," butters quietly mutters to himself before responding with a "coming dad",

before going down the stairs. An all too familiar sight meeting his eyes, his dad Stephen stotch looked like he came straight out of some cheesy 1950s sitcom but unlike those sitcom dads who were loving and caring fathers Stephen was neither loving nor caring

"Butters, do you have anything to say for yourself?"

Confused as to what his dad was mad about this time butters replies anyway hoping that he says the right thing to not make his dad madder

"I'm so sorry I didn't mean to"

In actuality, Butters had no idea why his dad was so mad but he wasn't about to give him any more reasons to yell at him.

"don't give me that attitude young man, you know exactly what you did, why didn't you mow the grass today? I don't know what the hell has gotten into you lately but whatever it is it's not more important than your chores".

"I'm so sorry dad you're right I'll go do that" replied the nervous blonde.

"you better have it done before dinner"

"I will dad"

.the next two hours sucked butters was never good at physical activities and yard work was no exception but after two hours in the summer sun he was done at last standing at the back door about to go in his home

before he heard a voice he would recognize from anywhere his long-time best friend and neighbor Eric Cartman, despite his rude nature, butters genuinely loves his friendship with Eric where others just see a fat rude douchebag, butters knew Eric was so much more than that underneath all that Eric was a surprisedly kind person even if he very rarely chose to show that side of himself it also didn't help that he was so beautiful yes it was true he was the fattest boy at school but butters thought it just made him that much cuter.

"hey fag" said the oh so familiar brunette

"oh hey Eric what's up", replied butters

"im so fucking happy Kyle went to some stupid summer camp so he's not going to be here for a whole month". "

Oh that's a real bummer" replied the blonde

"yeah I know a real bummer he's not staying there all summer," said Eric.

"That's not what I meant and you know it Eric!" replied butters playful yelling

"relax I know what you meant you, dork". Eric replied

"So anyway, want to go do something cool".

Says the brunette

What kind of cool thing are we talking about". Replied the taller blonde

"I was thinking I drive us to McDonald's and you pay," said the fat boy.

Sounds fun just let me go ask my parents and, wait, why am I paying? Replied the blond,

"because I'm driving duh". Answered Eric with a look on his face as if what he said was the most obvious thing in the world.

And with an annoyed-sounding approval from his parents Butters had left with eric.

#south park #south park fanfiction #south park butters #sp butters #butters south park #butters leopold stotch #trans butters #eric cartman #eric theodore cartman #sp cartman #butters x cartman #cartman x butters #sp buttman

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castshed · 6 months

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I dunno if it's just the mental state talking or if maybe there's some truth behind what i've been thinking about since I got off work this morning....

But it truly feels like my time on this site might be more limited than I'd like it to be. Sure, there are some people that still seem like at least somewhat interested to entertain the thought or action of writing with me, but... the majority seeningly don't. Maybe it's my rules? Am I not lenient enough? Am I too weird 'cause of a simple lousy (kind of) fetish I have for taller women? I honestly don't get it.

I've been on this site consecutively for.... I have no idea how many years now. And sure, I've taken my breaks, some rather abruptly and unannounced, but they count... This feels different.

I usually have cycles where I want to do nothing but watch YouTube videos or tons of movies or start series' i've never gotten a chance to get to, or do nothing but play video games. But in the end I would always come back to writing.

Recently, I haven't wanted to do the latter. It just seems so... grueling, like a 9-5 job you don't wanna do but need to because it appeases some sort of agenda or just 'cause you have to pay bills on time and eat.

And trust me, I'm one of those people that doesn't see this site as a job, nor do I feel like writing is a chore. USUALLY.

But the lack of people's interest in things (idk if it's my muses-- me as a person) or the lack of reciprocation to things that take all but a few seconds to lift someone's spirits... has just really turned me off. (Not to mention broken notifications, the new dashboard - y'know all of Staff's TERRIBLE choices)

People also have jobs, I get it. Or school... kids, a life. This is truly something you do in your down time because you enjoy it and may have found the time to actually sit down and relax for once without the overbearing weight of other responsibilities holding you down - I just.. I honestly don't know anymore.

Now normally I wouldn't try and sound so much like a beggar or some kind of attention-seeking child, but is it so hard to send positivity in return sometimes? - Like I get that I may not be active 90% of the time lately, but at least I make the time and put in the effort to show that I care and still enjoy seeing actual people on my dash. - I always send it in and hardly get it back. And sure, maybe within the answer to my initial interaction there's something said. But that's more of a response than an actual attempted effort. At least, to me it is.

I also understand that I haven't been the best at replying to sent in memes, or asks in general, but that's because my muse has been at an all-time-low for ALL of my muses, save for like... ONE of my OCs (Sophie; though even now, I'll admit, she's kinda gone too.), and I get sick of staring at them, irritated that I can't muster up a SINGLE word to reply to any of them with... so eventually I delete them and hope to TRY from an empty slate.

I guess I just miss having that person or small group of people that I could count on all the time for things, regardless of our moods, what time of day it was, what we were doing -- etc. I've only ever been affiliated once, and... it probably wasn't the best choice. But the intentions at the time were nothing but good, and it wasn't heavily enforced, save for MAYBE a single ship, or two. Not having that security anymore just shakes things up too much and I guess it's one change that I could never get used to.

Regardless, the thoughts of this morning have me leaning toward either some kind of indefinite hiatus, or a massive reboot to start anew and maybe find a new place to settle. Those of you that want me around can keep me on discord and continue to chat with me there. But if not, and IF I do decide to go that route, I bid thee farewell and I hope for nothing but good luck in your future endeavors.

#「 𒆨 ⸺ ; out of character . 〕#long post #moral of this very long story #i feel left out and excluded #truly like i don't belong here anymore.

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ouchiis · 10 months

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𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒....... 2 !

your boy is back at it again with yet another hiatus. this time, it'll be longer with, once more, no definitive end. no particular life event provoked it this time; the stress and pressures of this site have personally dissuaded me from coming on her for about two weeks, and i figured i wanted to make a post about it rather than just leave you guys in the dark. for those who still want to contact me, my disc.rd, oujis, is available. a little bit more of an explanation is under the cut, but it's more so about my complaints about the rpc as of whole and my experiences with it as of late. thank you so much for your patients, and i hope you all keep well. ♡

i think it goes without saying that i've been a lot less active on tumblr. writing motivation hasn't hit me and that's on my end. i've had the free-time to write, but not a lot of energy. i'm not sure exactly what's gotten into me considering i'm on break and i should have more time than ever, but somehow, it's only made my urge to write worse. the truth is the rpc as of late has been giving me immense amounts of anxiety. i reach out often to people to plot or write, but i very seldom get anything in return and it's heavily demoralising on my part when i've spent time coming up with dynamics or possible scenarios only to be brushed off. truth be told, i'm tired of sending in asks or liking starter calls or trying to plot with people only to get ignored. seeing blogs complain about not getting any plots when i've dm'd them and gotten no response definitely weighs on my conscious and gives the impression that others view me as a follower and not as a blog they want to genuinely write with. i like to believe i offer a lot of opportunities to discuss things between muses, though this may just be my perception and not the actual reality. the silent pressures and judgements i've received from muns - not having pretty enough graphics, being "a little much," etc - have also weighed down on me a lot to the point where i'd rather just be silent than risk fucking up socially. this no longer feels like a hobby to me, and while it's blunt, it now feels like a toll to sit myself down and write because of these little things. blocking people to clear out my followers seemed fruitless as well, so for now, it's best to just take a break and allow myself to wind down from all of this. thank you for those who truly did try to interact with me. i apologise on my behalf for being distant in dms or not being able to respond to things right away when i've got shit in my drafts that have been aging for 3-4 months. and before you worry, i doubt i'll be quitting tumblr, and this blog isn't getting archived. just consider this as a time for me to regain back some confidence and take a break from all the stress this site gives me. thank you all for the time here, genuinely. i hope you all make sure to keep yourself safe.

#❛⠀₊˚ ☾ ?⠀ tarot de marseilles ( ooc ) ⠀❜ ⠀ꜜ ⠀.#❛⠀₊˚ ☾ ?⠀ force ( psa ) ⠀❜ ⠀ꜜ ⠀.

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