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writing-frenzy · 9 months

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Beautiful Disaster AU- 2:

:P so the gremlins for this AU won't let go it seems; fitting as I eat noodles I get the author man himself, along with his favorite hater.

Edit: I almost forgor to put a link for part one

Here is another poem/quote thing :3

I'm beautifully broken,

perfectly imperfect,

beautiful in my flaws.

All together I am a Beautiful Disaster.

By Unknown

Again, this fits both SQH and SJ so much :3 This will be set kinda after the Moshang extras, just without the ship happening so far (because rebuilding trust and care, and loyalty takes time, Mobei being patient enough because SQH is worth it, with SQH learning he is indeed worth it, more than worthy.)

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Despite what most think of the An Ding Peak Lord, the glorified immortal secretary/janitor of the Cang Qiong Mountains never misses any time. He has more months, years plotted way in advance then anyone would dream, dates and times printed into his mind with an ever ticking constantly echoing his steps. He plans weeks ahead of anything he can afford to, considering people and patterns he has noticed, procuring orders before they were ever thought to be sent, knowing his martial siblings won't noticed the needed thing until it is too late.

But even he is not all knowing, author god he may be, so when things run out faster than he expected (Ah, embezzlement or incompetence, take your pick of what it could be! Maybe even both, it could be one of those days.) He takes days at a time to get these 'urgent' orders filled, replaced, fixed, or cared for to the best of his ability.

And he can assure you, that you will find no better than him when it comes to time and logistics; he has it down to the minutes it takes him to eat a bowl of noodles, to the seconds it takes to wipe the blood from his hands from yet another sad little assassination.

His days, like any An Ding Disciple, are numbered and ruled by the water, sand, and hands of a clock.

(Needless to say, Airplane sometimes thanks himself for his lazy writing, for example; that regular clocks do exist here, even if they are usually only for the holier-than-thou nobles/too rich to ever think types. It had been one of the first ever things he bought with his hefty Peak Lord allowance, and one of the few expenses he never regrets.)

No, Shang Qinghua never misses any time; he just chooses to skip inconveniences so that he could be spending his valuable time on things that actually do need his attention.

Of course, not like he'll ever let anyone know the difference.

"Liu-Shidi, there shouldn't be any meeting today? I'm pretty sure the next Peak Lord Meeting is when Peak Lord Shen comes to his Peak Next week?" Shang Qinghua whines, feeling the drag on his pale blue An Ding robes as the Ban Zhan War God drags him to the meeting that was in fact today, but knowing his transmigrator bro, will usually put off to next week because Yue Qingyuan is a fucking pushover.

(The man literally let Shang Qinghua back; sure yeah, probably until he at least trains a successor, but the pale blue robed Peak Lord would bet money it was partly because his head disciple terrifies all the other Peak Lords. Not that he can blame them, seeing as Bai Weizhe has finally forgiven him for leaving him behind; the young man's talent and temper is a legendary thing to witness, almost seems a shame he's wasting away at An Ding.)

"There's been a development; Mount Tonglu has settled." was the grim reply Liu Qingge gave, voice tense as his body was, never letting up his grip on his clothes, getting firmer in fact, as if ready for a runner.

"... oh... oh.. OH FUCK!" Shang Qinghua lets himself curse in English, digging through his sleeves for a paper-ah, the good talisman paper, good, good, and his lucky specialized pen he had made just so he could write everywhere, "We're gonna have to hold a conference with the other sects, aren't we? We'll-fuck, have to prepare relief efforts for the common folk, patrols will have to be bolstered and increased-Damnit! We'll have to get offerings ready for the Heavenly Officials just in case..." mumbling to himself, he sends his hastily written note to his Head Disciple as a paper plane, still muttering to himself as Liu Qingge continues to drag him forward to the meeting room, only dropping him once they get inside, knocking him from his stressed filled muttering.

Just to see all Peak Lords are in attendance, with a bonus Luo Binghe even right next to Cucumber bro all grim faced.

AH! Why is there so much work?! Mountain, why now of all times and places do you have to settle? Couldn't have done until Shang Qinghua died or somehow fucking ascended? But Shang Qinghua says nothing, just letting out a pathetic whimper to the disgust of a few of his fellow Peak Lords, though a few do give a sympathetic glance.

Heck, Fan Qingxue of the Alchemy Peak Shoushan and Yao Qingli of the farmers peak Dong Ye look like they want to join him in it; Ah yeah, those two ladies were the ones deathly afraid of ghosts. Since they've always been pretty cool and the ones who gave him the least shit to worry about besides Mu Qingfang, Shang Qinghua thinks he can spare some of his good calming teas and drinks...

Or they can just go straight for Zui Xian's harder spirits (ha).

"As I'm sure everyone knows why we are here, let us get down to business." After Zhangmen-shixiong cuts through his usual bullshit with that simple opening(surprise, surprise), the immortal carries on, "After all these centuries, Mount Tonglu settling bodes ill omens, with it's last settling the precursor to a plague and famine that almost wiped the mortal plane from existence." with those grim words spoken, the atmosphere gets chilling.

"If I recall Zhangmen-Shixiong, it took thousands of desperate prayers and many more offerings before the Heavens answered the call of the people, putting down the cause of it all; a Ghostly Calamity." Yi Qingyao, Peak Lord of the beast taming peak Yanlin, says as her pale, scarred hands reaching up to sooth the twittering little bird on her shoulder. "Will we have to once more rely on their power?" Will they answer us goes unsaid in her words.

While the Heavenly Officials have been quiet for a long time, it is obvious that they are still there, what with prayers still being answered and merits still being met; just more undercover, detective style really. At least, that's how Airplane had wrote it out in PIDW; had to get a few goddesses in the harem some way after all, and having the Heavens be like secret agents in his mind had been funny at the time.

(Though it does put into a new perspective the harem overthrow and everything; hmmm, feels like he should do another house cleaning around now, just in case...)

"As nothing has happened so far, it wouldn't due to try and summon those from higher plane when we don't even know what we will be up against; with no intel about the threat, we don't know if we will need a Martial or Spiritual God." Liu Qingge states, the war strategist coming out in full swing. "It would just be a waste of resources and manpower to offer without any knowledge, especially since we do not know how long the Calamity has had time to settle into their power."

"What do you mean time to settle?!" Fan Qingxue asks, alarm coloring her face even paler than before, hands clenched into her handkerchief; like this, she really does look like a dainty little princess, all big eyes and perfect brown hair, no one would think she would be a treasure hunter the like of Indiana Jones.

"From what is known, Mount Tonglu can be open for years, centuries at a time before the gates of the City of Gu Close, the true regulators of the mountain; it never settles, only until years after a Calamity is reborn does it finally rest, all its energy spent on the new, cruel rebirth." Sun Qingfu, Peak Lord of Ku Xing, answers her with a frown, his regular smile lines stressed from it as he does. "If I may ask, does anyone know just when the Gu City gates last opened?"

By the quiet that happens, the grim face of those who do know, it is not going to be an answer they like.

"... From what was found, it was almost eight years ago." was spoken ever so softly, Shang Qinghua feeling his own eyes widen as his mind does the math;

Almost eight years ago? When Cucumber-bro...

Here, the Ban Zhan War God seems to twitch, jaw clenching for a minute before it smooths away, all emotion erased as he turns to the resident Demon Lord.

Ah, while Shang Qinghua has an idea of just why Luo Binghe is here, sitting at the table with no one bothering to comment on it; considering the Demon Emperor's vast influence, and still in control over a certain, foretelling/divination talented sect, he inwardly pleads with his Shidi, hoping it will get through.

Please do not get into a fight here with the protagonist son! (May his Protag also not start anything please!)

"Has Huan Hua Palace managed to gleam any information about the upcoming Ghostly Calamity at all." Liu Qingge asks Luo Binghe, Acting Grand Disciple of Hua Hua Palace still, even being a Demon Lord as he is. (Though, his son is more of a figurehead then anything, what with Huan Hua needing all the help they can get, at least until they restore their reputation just enough to 'promote' another.)

"... From what the Divinators have said, not much has been managed to be gathered, something seemingly blocking their sights and tools." Luo Binghe says, before looking to the sect leader, a question seemingly in his eye, to which he gets a short nod.

"It seems that both Huan Hua Palace and our own Divination Division have been trying to qualify the Calamity coming to little ends; very few details have been gathered, but I'm sure you have received details of the same city?"

That gets a stark frown on his Protagonist's face, dark eyes flashing a gloomy red before he says those damming words. "Jinlan City."

Eight Years.

Jinlan City.

... Oh Fuck his life with a rusty spoon; this is not the fucking time for a god dammed plague/famine thing!

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"You two bit, sell-out hack of an author! How in the fuck could you leave out such important world building! Just for fucking sex plots!" is ranted when they're alone in the bamboo house on Qing Jing Peak, Luo Binghe being in high demand to work with the other sects as the current head of the golden cultivators. Damn, but is Shang Qinghua glad that's not his problem anymore, even if he feels a bit sorry for the Hua disciples he revived just to take over his paperwork duties.

(What, it's not like he could have used that plot device for himself, considering that the Sweet Dream Seven Petal Rose could only be used on righteous, young souls, both of which he is not. Gongyi Xiao and his little bunch are doing great last he checked, even if they now have a newfound hunger for spiritually dense rocks and plants; still a surprise to have that many good nuggets in such a gilded, slimy place like Huan Hua.)

"Hmmm, more focused on what could get me my rent money at the time, you know, like an adult." Shang Qinghua sasses back, looking over all the reports constantly being sent to him, signing something there, double checking there, burning that paper here. "And considering how Calamities need actual, real deal gods to handle their fucking business, I made the executive decision to just not include them into the story."

"Binghe wouldn't lose!"

"..."

"... No, he wouldn't! He the- He's your protagonist..." here Shang Qinghua looks over to his bro, being hit once more just how young the other actually is, green eyes wide as they take him in.

"Calamities were not named lightly bro; they earn that title through pain, agony, and a resentment that refuses to ever fucking die." Here, Airplane comes into full swing, rambles of a favored topic only an author can understand dumping out, "It was one of my favorite things to plot out in my original draft, I did so much research and writing for what I was going to have as a neutral recurring character for an arc or two here or there, someone who could make the Luo Binghe bow in respect. Calamities were a part of the whole for the reason pure blooded Heavenly Demons were wiped out." he explains, only for Shen Qingqiu to interrupt.

"Because very few Demons or Spiritual Creatures can affect ghosts, so that the protagonist could show off fancy cultivation tricks with his companions or wives." his green clad bro finishes, a death grip on his fan.

"Yeah, had to justify at times why my protag would bother leveling his human side, considering how op his demonic blood was. I figured ghost would be an even playground, while not effecting demons much, couldn't actually be effected that much in turn." Shang Qinghua shrugs, wincing at the pops and cracks as he does, before going right back to his paperwork; he really should have went back to his peak, he really would get more done, but with his favorite hater's memory, it would be worth the cutting into his time if it could jog his own memory of his story.

From what he wrote in Proud Immortal Demon Way, Mount Tonglu was only in one arc of his story, his son having to find the ghost of one of his favored wives to revive her, who ended up being sucked up into the mountain. Luo Binghe had to struggle hard, getting the aid of a sexy Ghostly Cultivator and a Demonic one to help him along the path to find the ghost of his wife. It was a race against time and enemies, ghosts who would rip anyone to shreds, and to ensure his ghostly wife wouldn't gather too much energy from the place so that she couldn't leave.

Thanks to his Sexy helpers, plot amor, and general bullshit plot devices, Luo Binghe saves his dear wife's ghost, revives her, and has some sexy papapa times with all three ladies from the adventure. (Though the two don't actually end up wifed to Luo Binghe from what he remembers.) But despite all the bullshit, Airplane remembers at the time he only wrote the group going as far as the second level, just in the mountain proper, and sure as hell nowhere near the really important parts; the ancient city of Wukong, and the Kiln that attracted all the ghosts in the first place. Otherwise, he would have had to write a fight scene that Luo Binghe could not win.

And couldn't pay his bills; so thus, Mount Tonglu and all its possibilities got shafted, just another plot thread left dangling among the many others he had in the wind, taunting his readers as it were.

One that gives context, but no longer any help with their situation.

After that bit of thoughtful silence, Cucumber bro begins to say something, only for a knock at the door to interrupt them.

"Shizun, apologies for interruption, but the Head Disciple from An Ding Peak is here." that sweet voice can only be from one of his sweetest characters, one Ning Yingying.

"Ah, you can just come on in Bai Weizhe, I don't think-ah!" Shang Qinghua calls, before sputtering as his bro proceeds to spit take all over him, "Gross, seriously gross bro."

All that gets is the stunned, incredulous gaze from his friend, before his rather stunning Head Disciple comes in, looking like he should be the Peak Lord honestly. Really, he makes the light blue and grey of the HD Uniform look like the highest fashion, with those highly noble features and crystal grey eyes. The young man is just missing a crown in that silky black hair, and bam, he'd look the part.

Well, then he'll get that look in those usually gentle eyes and then he'll look more like he should be the Ban Zhan or Qing Jing Peak Lord; just like now, a storm brewing clouds as he takes in the two Peak Lords before him, darkening as they look to his dripping Shizun.

"This disciple hopes he was not interrupting anything? There is unfortunately much work for Shizun to do, and so little time to do it." His disciple says, face perfectly bland even as he ignores any of the custom greetings one should do before their elders, especially those way above in seniority. Raising an eyebrow at his disciple, as while Shang Qinghua could let him get away with murder, decorum and manners are not something his disciples skip on, a tool he has trained them to practically weaponize.

But Bai Weizhe merely smiles like sugar won't melt in his mouth, completely transforming that handsome face into a truly devastating attack, his raging eyes the only give away. Hearing Cucumber bro choke beside him, Shang Qinghua makes to stand up, sighing once more.

"Ah well, just another storm to weather through, maybe if I'm lucky I can just hide away on my Peak or the Northern- I'm not lucky am I?" Shang starts hopefully, only to see the darkening of his disciple's eyes.

"...When the Divinatiors were divining into the future, they managed to find out one more thing." Here Weizhe's eyes flicker, looking down for a minute before back to him, the only sign he gives off he is worried, "When looking to see who would go to investigate, Long-Shigu only kept getting omens of death, no matter who was drawn from the lots..." Here, his disciple takes a deep breath, Shang Qinghua himself now worried for his student, putting a hand on their shoulder to ground them, calm them however he could (along with himself).

"It's only when Shizun's name was drawn to go that the omens lightened at all."

... Fuck, if Long Qingyu, the Zui Xian Peak Lord, the best Divination Master this side of the Jianghu that wasn't part of Huan Hua said so, then it was so...

Damn it to planes and noddles, but he's already missing his bed.

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"I look at you, and I just love you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you."

By Alexandra Bracken

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Shen Yuan can fully admit, if only to himself, that he might just be, slightly, just ever so slightly, terrified.

Of course, he'll admit this too no one; despite how OOC the System has let him become, how it stays in 'standby mode', some habits have just become too ingrained at this point to change, forged as they were into his shield. It has been both a boon and a bane as it were in his day to day, keeping him together through most storms in his life, even if it's left him sopping wet afterwards.

But in the end, at least he still has someone to warm him up, a calm within that storm to rest his weary body for a time... Even if they truly aren't an actual escape from said storm.

"Shizun, is there anything you need? Anything I can do?" His Binghe fusses, those clear dark eyes of his not able to hide the tightening worry scrunching them, face still beautiful even as full of negativity as it is.

"Just be as ready as possible; we do not know what to expect, with assumptions being a foe that could blind us when we least expect them." Shen Qingqiu speaks, truly trying not to think about it, about just what kind of situation they are about to be walking into, the ruins of Jinlan City just a bit before them damningly, the Base Camp the Cultivation Sects pulled together to create rest less then a mile away in the distance.

'Oh, but how hard it is to not make any...' the transmigrator can't help but think, grimacing behind his fan as he can just notice the stares from others around them, some judgmental, other pitying, but all still obviously looking at them.

After all, eight years ago was the day he first 'died' in this world. Combined with the issues with the Sowers, then the resulting destruction of said city... it didn't paint the best of pictures.

As expected of a protagonist; even after the 'happy ever after', there was still no rest from possible story lines. (Shen Yuan honestly at times was just... tired of them. Didn't he and Binghe, especially his Binghe, deserve a rest?...

He'd rather be caught in a wife plot even at this point.)

"... A-Yuan?" was whispered rather lowly, right into his ear and behind his fan, so no one with advanced cultivation could hear or see what he was saying, "Is this some sort of... event?" His disciple asked, making his Shizun pause in his fanning for a moment, before returning, not even so much of a twitch on his face.

"...That has not made any signs of movement beyond what it has told me and your Shang-Shishu." Shen Yuan answers carefully, ignoring the brief twitch of disgust on his husband's face at the mention of the other man, "It has been quiet since a year ago." At least, from what Shang Qinghua has told him about his months long misadventure.

"... I see." there, just slightly, is a bit of relief in Luo Binghe's face, Shen Qingqiu unable to stop his own weary smile at the sight.

Despite everything, despite how he will never, ever tell his fellow transmigrator, he is grateful the man convinced him to tell Binghe as much as he could about their transmigration.

Even if it felt like a kick in the teeth at the time.

("... Bro." Shang Qinghua has a look in his eyes that makes Shen Yuan freeze, fully reminded, in that moment, in that time, that for all his fellow transmigrator plays around and whines, the man has earned his Peak Lord title, and all that it entails. "You know the tropes, the clinches, the story; what part of keeping all those secrets to yourself seems like a good idea?"

Here he couldn't help but bristle, "And in what story do you see a character actually talk about being from another world, hmm? What can I even say?!" He stops himself from going to hit the other with his fan, the urge stifled as he sees those brown eyes darken as they narrow.

"I've found that as long as I kept it vague, I can get the general idea of what happened across. I've experimented with My King and my Head Disciple, and the only time I was stopped was when I was about to mention the System directly. Otherwise I was good to go..." here the older man pauses, before he sighs even as Shen Yuan gaps, honestly stunned the other man actually tried something like that.

"Look, Shen Yuan, do you want your relationship with Binghe to work out?"

"!! Of course!"

"Then tell him; tell him before it is too late and you really become a foil for Yue Qi and his Shen Jiu." here, hearing his name and the mention of those two, Shen Yuan cannot help but pale, seeming to stop and stare at the bitter author god before him.

"Wha-"

"... Cucumber-bro, for all you remember about my stallion protagonist webnovel, you seem to always forget it's a tradegy at its core..." here the other man just looks so tired, staring into his teacup instead of directing those all too knowing earth colored eyes to him.

"And the promis of love was always meant to be Binghe's greatest weakness.")

"Ah, greeting from this Disciple to Shen-Shishu, Lord Luo." was greeted, Shen Qingqiu nearly jumping if he hadn't already noticed his husband was looking over, even if he did look stiffly over to the voice.

One Bai Weizhe stood there before them, not a hair out of place, his face neutral, calm and as if he probably wasn't plotting how to slit your throat in your sleep. Like he isn't secretly some powerhouse that could probably go toe-toe with Yue Qingyuan and even toy with the man if he felt like it.

"Ah, good day Bai-Shizhi, has everything been completed and set up?" Shen Qingqiu asks, fanning himself lightly, doing his best to pretend that this is just a regular disciple, that their is nothing wrong with them, that he is just a wrong word from breaking out into a cold sweat.

"Yes, this disciple was sent to gather all the participating Peak Lords coming from Cang Qiong Mountains; all preparations have been made, Long-Shigu and Huan Hua Palace saying soon will be the best time to enter the city. I'm sure that these Lords can find the way their themselves?" Shen Qingqiu nearly frowns at this subtle though pointed disrespect, having to gently tap his fan on his husband's shoulder before he can say anything.

"These Lords are capable of it, though it would do Shizhi well to remember their manners; I'm sure your Shifu has taught you better than that?" The Peak Lord comments, knowing if he doesn't say something, then Binghe will-

And while that face is still as calm as before, those eyes giving nothing away, there is something about that pause that says Shen Qingqiu has said the wrong thing.

"This disciple will keep it in mind, Shen-Shishu. Please pardon me, I must go and find the other Peak Lords joining the scouting force." With that, and a shallow boy just respectful enough, the young man hurries along, the pale blue and grey of his robes fluttering in the wind as he goes.

Outwardly, the Qing Jing Peak Lord seems as calm as can be, soothing his fussy husband as they walk over to the main tend of the Camp, not even flustered a bit by the altercation.

Inside on the other hand, Peerless Cucumber is just 'aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, Airplane of all villains you picked up, why him!? Why him as your HD?!'

Now, while Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky had made plenty of low IQ and forgettable villains in the story, it just meant that when he actually pulled out the good ones, he made them unforgettable. From the beloved 'Big Brother' Pan Shan, a villain only in protection of his family, to the literal 'Calamitous Beauty' Tan Xifeng, a woman so proud and strong she rather turn to ashes forever then be trapped in the Harem, Bai Weizhe was just as up there, the calm 'True Mastermind' in the name of revenge in PIDW.

In the set up, The Bai Family is a very high ranking Cultivation Family, just as high if not more so than the Liu family, said to be descended from heavenly beings, granted power and weapons of that level because of it. But over the years, with less and less powerful Cultivators coming from the family, the Bai Family head got desperate, making his son marry multiple women to try and birth a hopefully powerful heir. And seeing how much of a playboy the man was, with plenty of bastards beforehand, it wasn't too hard for the man to put out it seem. Of his many spawn, two ended up as wives to Bingge and of course a few becoming villains for the arc.

But Bai Weizhe, when first introduced, it shows one of his half-sisters, a future wife, trying to defend him from another of their siblings who were attempting to torture him. All throughout the arc's mystery, one learns more of the future wives alongside this weak bastard son of a maid and the Family Head's son, learning they were little more than a slave to the Family Head and his Son's whims.

Bai Weizhe had seemed like a helpful, if slightly talented npc, being more of an awkward emotional support then any seeming threat, even if things seemed ever so slightly off about him, most of which could probably be excused by just how abused he had been. In fact, many thought the man would become a little brother character, Binghe taking in the poor bastard son as a future assistant or something because of how intelligent he was (with rotten girls going even farther and saying he would become part of the harem.)

But when the plot twist was revealed, with it turning out the murders and almost complete alienation of the Bai Family was all his doing, daringly using the protagonist to do his dirty work for him... it had been as shocking as it was satisfying to the readers, some actually rereading the entire arc with eyes wide open to take in all those little clues and cues to the real monster hiding behind the mask.

But of course, Luo Binghe being Luo Binghe in Proud Immortal Demon Way, Th Bai Bastard meets his end and Bingge gets the Bai Family twins and some family treasure as a bonus... (Though, from debates and such, it actually has been argued that his death may have either been faked or the man had a back up prepared.

Knowing PIDW and all it's bullshit plot devices... he can see it, especially after meeting him.)

But coming to the tent, Shen Qingqiu pushes all thoughts aside, face grim as he looks over his fellow gathered Peak Lords.

Yue Qingyuan. Shang Qinghua. Mu Qingfang. Liu Qingge. Qi Qingqi. Himself and his husband.

"Both the best and worst team to send." Long Qingyu's bitter words spoken broke through the tents atmosphere, making everyone tense as she did. The Zui Xian Peak Lord took a gulp from her bottle, truly stressed if she was drinking in front of them, "I cannot say much, or do anything else but offer this one last advice; make sure you actually listen." she stresses, golden hair slipping from her messily made bun as she pushes it back even as she takes another swing of her drink, mismatched brown and green eyes closed as she does.

"Listen to what?" Liu Qingge asks, eyeing the woman as she finishes her drink with a mournful look.

"Just as I said; listen. Do not assume, do not judge, do think before you damn well speak-" Here she stops herself, teeth gritted as she breaths through them, before opening her eyes once more, "I can say no more, not unless I want the omens to darken even further. Just get ready to go." with that, the woman is gone as fast as she came in, closing the tent behind her with a loud snap.

Staring at everyone, meeting eyes with a few before looking to his Binghe, Shen Qingqiu starts to prepare himself, checking just in case for anything that could have been missed.

Come what may, he and the others will be as ready as they can be, going against the Calamity as they are.

It'll have to be enough.

(Oh, but they will never be ready, unknowing of the poisonous green eyes watching, waiting for them all this time.

They've waited long enough.)

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Author's note:

And here we have our favorite disaster bi's, Airplane and Cucumber-bro! Man, both are great characters, my bias being Airplane, but Shen Yuan is also such an interesting character to delve into, being one of the favs I both want to hug and just smack over the head :>

The second quote I found I feel can really seem to resonate with Shen Yuan, when our boy stops repressing and actually lets himself feel.

Also, while I like BingQiu... boi, does that relationship have issues, ones I really hope they did indeed talk through when they could (They have a fuck ton of time to do so, so here I had Airplane help and kick them into gear; nothing like be reminded of tropes and the fact that your hubby is a fucking Tragedy Protag. :> )

Anyways~

Airplane: *Revives a bunch of disciples because he does not want to deal with the paperwork* ... why are you looking at me like that, stop that, go back to your sect.

So many OCs this chapter, I'll just do a spot light for one because then this chapter will just be author's note. (not too mention how he kept worming his way everywhere, just smiling at me as he did.)

Bai Weizhe: Means Outgoing, great sage because I like it; little fun fact, how I have my OC Bai Weizhe: he was actually a high IQ Villain in PIDW, (think if Lan Zhan and Jin Guangyao had a baby, he'd be that baby :3 ) the bastard son of a great cultivation family where Luo Binghe was doing the 'acting like a pig to get the tiger' sort of deal. He was actually a genuine, hidden boss level threat for at least one-two arcs before he had to get fridged for papapa plot (tho.. more like a faked death, Airplane always had a soft spot for his villains after all :3). In fact, it was mentioned in Villainous monologue that he had went to join CQM sect, but due to sabotage by his family, never got the chance in PIDW.

In SVSSS, Airplane was still in the process of working on his 'applying by application' process to An Ding (because I love this headcannon, it gives me fucking life, I am still mad for losing the bookmark to the story that inspired it.) so he still picked disciples by the digging test for a while. He sees this one poor little guy digging despite looking like he's gonna pass out any minute, powering through it with sheer determination and spite, the other Peaks Lords and Disciples already dismissing them, thinking he has low cultivation/poor prospect.

Shang Qinghua though doesn't care about all that; he very much wants that determination (and spite, gotta respect it) He can use all he can get! *After the kid cleans up and gets the drugs out of his system, Shang Qinghua blinks, double takes* WTF when did I have a talent on my peak??

Bai Weizhe: *Smiles like butter won't melt in his mouth* I've always been here Shizun.

(Does Airplane remember him? lol nope, but Shen Yuan sure does :D)

Also, none of the An Ding disciples really 'care' about Shang Qinghua's betrayal (Anyone on An Ding? Oh, they've dreamed of much worse; so much worse~) :) They Just :) Are a bit Upset :) about being Left Behind. :) But its all good; their Shizun came back :)

(And if the sect knows whats good for it, he'll stay where he fucking belongs.)

#svsss #scum villian self saving system #scum villain #Shang Qinghua #airplane shooting towards the sky #scumplane #Jiuplane #An Ding Peak is scarier than you think #An Ding Disciples dream of burning the mountains down with a smile :)#Shen Yuan #Shen QingQiu #OC (Bai Weizhe)

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 11 months

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Your daily dose of Nocorro angst, good eats:

I'm not putting in @spicymiilk 's ideas in case he uses them, but dear god I would pay real money for my accidentally mated au to be written thank u.

-Part of me thinks there should be a fucking medieval au type thing where Neteyam is the next prince to take over the kingdom passed down via Neytiri's line. I just love the idea of Spider as a fucking Theon Greyjoy type son of the enemy raised by the family, and that’s why Neytiri doesn’t trust him or some shit it’s so juicy. Can't you all see it now it's so good, the star crossed horror of it all.

-The additional Neytiri/Neteyam parallel that comes out in nocorro. They both have forbidden alien romances, and yet Neytiri wouldn't respect or understand Neteyam's without a lot of work. THE SYMBOLIC T R A G E D Y. We could have a moment of Mo'at being like, "Get it together, I accepted your freak. I even like him better than you now sometimes."

-I am currently deeply obsessed with the bonds Na'vi form with their mates. Every author has played with bonds differently, but I feel like a lot of fics have mentioned this concept of being able to feel each others emotions. The fact that the bond is like, more raw and important in the beginning. So Spider and Neteyam keeping their relationship hidden, being separate and secret would be like almost painful. I am so so invested in that idea I want to know More. Like they Have to be near each other, like touch and shit is essential for a healthy bond at first and they’re just like fucking it up. I want to explore Na'vi bond concepts so bad, with some lovely hurt comfort of nocorro being forced apart at the worst time.

-I even like the concept of them being in a healthy, normal relationship, right? They are newly bonded, and everyone loved and supported them from the beginning or what not. They wanted to get mated before the train raid just in case, and then Spider gets fucking taken lol. Tragedy, they AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE APART, the drama of it all.

-I made that soulmate au post where I did all the different types of soulmate aus I could think of and with the one where they can feel and take each others pain I WENT STRAIGHT TO NOCORRO RIGHT AWAY. There’s something so funny and horrifying about spider getting taken and Jake being like “alright go learn an entire new culture” and Neteyam's like on the ground half dead like “but dad I feel like I’m being brain tortured”.

-Neteyam would be so fucking angsty and reckless at Awa'atlu in this au. He feels all of Spider's pain, so he's terrified and scared BUT ALSO CRANKY. He’s saying slightly rude things to his parents and he’s beating the shit out of Ao’nung before Lo’ak can even try. Man is testy. And he's shit at learning to breathe, he is not feeling calm or patient.

-The soulmate au where you can take the others wounds, imagine Spider taking the bullet wound even after they have a (spider inflicted cause he gets hurt more often) pact to not take each others wounds and pain. Horrifying. I have been wondering about the logistics tho, because Spider's body is proportionally different than Neteyam's, would the wound appear somewhere else on his body that would help him possibly survive? I can't decide.

-Oh my god also a version where they hadn't realized yet they were soulmates. Neteyam's all of a sudden devastated and horrified that he's alive at the cost of his soulmate, one he never got to meet, only to look over and notice Spider keeling over. TRAGEDY. pLS I need comfort fics too.

-There’s enough torture porn in this fandom I’m waiting for my Spider romcom. I want to be surprised by how right things start going for my boy, it's never surprising when all the things go bad all the time for him. I want that fucking fast food nocorro au I got so into. I want my soulmate au but they notice from the beginning so they accept him and raise him or something.

-Speaking of a little modern nocorro romcom (still with plenty of angst tho) I’m telling you I’m right Neteyam is P E A K I can fix him. He clocks Spider and is like “now there’s a boy I can fix (sexual).” His sexuality is will my dick cure him? Yes.

-Spider like, coughs once and Neteyam's like that sickly little loser of a man is Mine now, wow. Wow I am going to Save him and it'll be so satisfying. The man has a savior complex you can't convince me otherwise. That meme like "if I had a lame ass boyfriend I would hype him up so hard," that's Neteyam.

-I've always thought that Neteyam and Spider's problems and fights would always be over Neteyam trying to fix all of Spider's problems. Like Spider is just venting about his dad and Neteyam is like "so I'm on the phone with CPS and we're filing a report" and Spider's like "oh my fucking god I just wanted you to listen??" And Neteyam's like but babe I can fix it.

-Neteyam's GROWTH is him like learning to grit his teeth and literally sit on his hands as he forces himself to let Spider have his own problem instead of Babygirl-ifying him. He's literally Too Pure Too Good For This World in the most annoying way possible, he thinks everything can be fixed but maybe Spider's just gotta be broke, we can't superglue this one back together.

-Then Spider's like what if he won't like me if I'm not broken anyway? And it's a whole other complex and a whole other set of issues.

I hope you've enjoyed this word vomit of terrible angst, I need help and I need fluff.

#thank u to andrei for making sure i got literally nothing done all day #and at one point while we were talking I glanced up at work and noticed one kid had another kid in a headlock #and i'd been letting it happen in favor of this #neteyam sully #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #nocorro #neytiri sully #mo'at #jake sully #ao'nung #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #we are mindmelding get in

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clonerightsagenda · 4 months

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It is Wolf 359 day (also known as Christmas for some) and since I saw a stoat photoset on my dash I feel compelled to post about daemon hcs.

Eiffel - Word of God is raccoon, and it fits. The poor thing probably looks like she has mange during the season 2/3 timeskip, since there's no way astronauts are stuffing their daemons in spacesuits - they must have to go through some kind of pre-mission training to lengthen their range. They are not trained to get blasted lightyears apart though, rip. That's gotta hurt. Once he's recovered from his ordeal though I'm sure he takes advantage of their massively extended range to cause problems. There's no way I stole those donuts from the Urania's stores, commander! I was here in the comms room the whole time.

Minkowski - white-tailed eagle. This bird is found in Poland, and some versions of the Polish flag have a white eagle. It's also similar to but not exactly like a bald eagle - showing how Minkowski aspires to assimilate into Americanness but can't completely abandon her Polish heritage. Plus pilot = bird, it tracks.

Hilbert - rosencrantz-draws-things did a series of daemon paintings for the characters and while I don't agree with all their choices, I did like chameleon for him. He changes roles and faces when he needs to, whatever helps him survive.

Lovelace - The painting series I referenced gives her lioness, which I don't hate, although the logistics are a bit messy for a space station environment. Given the backstory I've envisioned for her I kind of want to spend more time reading about Puerto Rican fauna and get back to you on this one. How does the daemon situation work with her being a surrogate? Unclear but it sure keeps her up at night!

Maxwell - Ferret! The wonder twins have mustelid vibes to me, and I am always charmed by the story of the ferret who cleaned out the tubing of a particle accelerator.

Jacobi - Stoat to match Maxwell. They are the mustelid twins now. It just feels right.

Kepler - idk I don't care about him.

Pryce - Coconut octopus. Something a little bit unusual and unexpected, requires specialized care and upkeep, and octopi are extremely intelligent, with this species actively modifying its situation via tool use. She can carry him around in his own special tank.

Cutter - I never settled (lol) on anything for him, but given I like the idea of him bodyhopping (this has been thoroughly debunked by Word of God but oh well) I imagine that he keeps around the old body's severed daemon as a smokescreen. This leads to a very animated, lively guy with a strangely inert, unfocused daemon which makes him even more unsettling to everyone. He's impossible to read.

Hera - I saved her for last because she's a special case. When AI reach sentience a block of code just pops up in their programming, and that's their daemon. They're not physical in the same way humans are - why would their soul be? However, product testing indicated humans preferred to see something daemonlike, so customer-facing AIs get holographic projections of cute, non-threatening animals like puppies or songbirds. Hera has a bird until Hilbert takes her offline. When she comes back, she has control over the projection and can make it look however she wants. It's not actually her daemon but she can use it to express herself in a similar way, including projecting her humansona, which scares the crap out of people the first few times they see a random stranger on board.

Daemons in microgravity would be their own headache. I imagine crewmembers get velcro pouches on their uniforms or toolbelts sized for their daemons to keep them from floating away. Smaller daemons are preferable in the same way that there's a height range for astronauts - this is why I'm conflicted about Lovelace. Also, you know I am a #hater of 'daemon touching = sex' in AU settings and believe there are multiple kinds of intimacy, and spaceflight involves everyone getting real cool about a lot of stuff real quickly, so I think by season 3 Minkowski and Eiffel at least are hanging on to each other's daemons when they're out on spacewalks both for convenience and emotional support. (Eiffel is still stressed out about it but more because he is really bad at holding a raptor and scared of getting slashed by talons.) Hera occasionally perches her projection on their shoulders which again doesn't mean the same thing to her but gets the message across. If Jacobi is working on something fiddly Maxwell will be wearing both their daemons around her neck, and vice versa.

Bob does not appear with a daemon while wearing his Eiffel suit. The alternative would probably be more upsetting.

#wolf 359

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lilac-hecox · 14 days

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Just read the smosh is a sit com post and like is.... Is smosh irl iCarly? I didn't even grow up on Nickelodeon but 2 best friends starting a webshow making no money at first slowly roping their friends into videos one of them is more in charge of the creative wacky ideas one is more in charge of reining them in a logistics.

OH MY GOD. Feed me with the Smosh as iCarly au. I am such a sucker for best friends content and just Smosh's backstory might as well be the set up for a fictional show because it's just that amazing!

#ianthony #the besties #icarly au #anon #anon ask #ask box #queue and i #answered #smosh ships #smoshships

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lesharl-eclair · 7 months

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lewis ot3 fic recs

for @f1ot3fest !! i promised myself i wouldn't ramble but this turned out ridiculously long so ... i actually need to learn to shut up

all fics below the cut; if you enjoyed these fics, please show the authors comment and kudo love; should you be the author of a fic that's here, and don't want to be here, please reach out to me and your wish is my command :)

NO this is so funny bcs half of this is fics by the creator/recced by the creator BUT ITS OK. THESE LITERALLY ARE SO DEAR TO ME *clutches to chest* please go read please go read

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heist AU by @sionisjaune (sebcedes)

on golden sands (T, 6.2k)

Mark rolls his eyes. “Skip the crap, Jense. Who’s the mark.” Jenson lifts his whiskey and swallows the dregs. “One Baron Nico Rosberg. Currently installed in Greece, inherited the title from his mother. His father—” “Keke Rosberg. 1982 Formula One World Drivers Champion,” says Seb. The others look at him like he’s just materialized out of thin air. Lewis cocks his head thoughtfully, and the bizarre sleeves of his jacket rustle with the movement.

the ships that go sailing (E, 11.7k)

As it turns out, threesomes are not especially logistically challenging when two of the participants are experienced organizers of high-profile heists, and the third is determinedly horny.

err okay i think this was something i read before i had the concept of sebcedes or like ot3s. so it was a pure yOU CAN DO THAT??? visceral reaction the first time i read on golden sands. i was quaking in my seat. anyway upon sufficient rereads i have apparently collected my thoughts enough to say that the first part of the series is nothing like the second in terms of content (i read all the way to the middle of the ships that go sailing and suddenly realised that it was a sequel and uh. had a very violent reaction.)

the premise is wonderful, oceans 11 is great to begin with and the way every detail is taken care of in the au!! the characterisation of it all... the tangled mess of interpersonal relationship... it feels like every character has their space to shine, and this on top of a quasi-convoluted plot is quite incredible. aND THE SEBCEDES OH MY GOD THE SEBCEDES. the denouement. the start of something that seb can;t even begin to imagine. lewis and nico both being batshit crazy. sex retirement fic. somehow you managed to capture all the nuances (brocedes + seb + the emotional push pull + the competition?? a bit of quiet almost fragile sico? the boat scene hello??? brocedes being so chaotic it gives me whiplash?????) i actually cannot get enough of the way you write them

i can probably write so much more about this but i will stop here :0 maybe one day i will rereview this and end up with a five page essay or something. who knows.

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Circle Endless by @antimonyandthyme (E, 2k) (brocedes + seb)

“It’s a two-for-one deal,” Nico said, very salesman like, as if he sensed Sebastian just needed an extra push.

the vibes here are so horrifically good. lowkey unhealthy. probably one of THE defining brocedes + seb fics - it's set up and played out as a 2v1 (in 2016!!), and the toxicity of it all is so asasasandsjfadjsfasdfs . there's so much conflict everywhere: within seb, the way brocedes also fight for dominance on the bed (bc of course they do), seb needing more despite whatever it's doing to him... that scene with kimi is pure poetry. so much to unpack in so little, and excellent excellent sex

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made a hundred good stories by @red-flagging (E, 24.6k) (for a kinkmeme prompt) (alex + sewis)

“That problem you were telling me about,” Seb says, giving Alex a meaningful look. “I wanted to know if you wanted us to help you take care of it. Lewis and I.” This isn’t happening. Alex is having the most stressful, least erotic wet dream of all time. Helmut has gotten bored of subtle nudges and has graduated to full-on psychological warfare to get Alex to quit on his own and save the team from having to buy out his contract. Lewis actually did give him a concussion in Austria, and the long-term brain damage is only now starting to set in. "...You can't be serious," Alex says weakly. Seb shrugs. “You don’t have to say yes,” he says. “But if you’re just looking to have some fun–it might as well be with people who know what they’re doing.”

ok claire. coherence.

I CANNOT BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS FIC LIKE AT ALL??? i have tried so many times

the alex characterisation. the hellhole that is redbull. the exhaustion. so much DETAIL that it's painful to look at

the galex? the galex. oh my god the way it meanders in all the little spaces between alex's frankly ridiculously busy life, the LAYERS. the so much unsaid & the way they dance around each other even in texts. the way alex holds himself back but still wants.

alex/seb. seb being an all round menace to society (Quite honestly, he sort of forgets the conversation with Lewis even happened up until Bahrain, when Seb sidles up to him on some balcony on Thursday and says, casually, “So, gay cruising, eh?”) ?????? ? ? ? ? the perfect timing of seb's proposition. so much else but the deviousness of it all..

that little bit with alex and lewis. the painful awkwardness of that conversation (but also how much lewis eventually got out of it). seb's retirement & lewis' instant protectiveness!! ^^

the racing metaphors are so apt somehow (and even more fitting because alex has basically been consumed by the redbull grind........) this is a detail i personally really really enjoyed

THE SEX bro i cannot even?????? ???? i cannot do it justice here but um. the sewis is clearly there and framed so strikingly against a hesitant tired alex. the games sewis play. LEWIS GUIDING ALEX.SFSHHGSHGHHHHGG the car's still spinning and the walls that don't exist...... how at the end of it all it's still only glimpses of sewis that alex gets but how it's enough for him to maybe start figuring things out with georgie.... the post sex clarity....

oh this was so damn incoherent wasn't it. this fic made me, to quote @kritischetheologie, reconsider everything i thought i knew about alex albon.

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a bedroom where your heart is by @hungerpunch (M, 1.5k) (vasewis)

“Someone will have to go for ingredients,” Valtteri says. He does not happen to keep vegan cheese stocked. “I vote the youngest,” Sebastian says, grin sly. Valtteri blinks. “Wait—” “Sorry,” Sebastian says, affecting a suspiciously convincing faux innocence, as if he’s truly apologetic but his hands are simply tied. “Seniority rules.”

closing this with some good achingly wholesome content. FOOD AS LOVE and i am so so so here for it oh my goddddd ... val taking care of sewis and finding the greatest satisfaction from it/it not being always about the sex (though the sex IS good!) and finding contentment in those small domestic-bliss moments/the scene-setting, the food described as lovingly as it's prepared, the quiet early-hour moments and seb in a way the middleground between val's discipline and lewis' indulgence when it comes to mornings... there's so much to just revel in and enjoy here!! a comfort fic in the truest senst of the word. :)

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that was long. and probably extremely incoherent. oh well. thanks for reading till the end and remember to show the authors some love!!

as always, if you enjoyed this, or if i missed any fic, please let me know :) drop me an ask mayhaps if you would like more fic recs, and i will try my best to give timely unqualified opinions <3

#f1 #formula 1 #claire's fic recs #ot3+ fest #sebastian vettel #lewis hamilton #alex albon #valtteri bottas #nico rosberg #brocedes #sebcedes #valewis #galex #f1 fanfic

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danifesting · 9 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. 🩷

Oh my god Katie this is SUCH a hard question. I have published 70 works on ao3.

Here's what I narrowed it down to:

Pegging and other adventures (Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, VERY explicit) I think I found something cool and funny to say in a way a lot of my other fics aren't (I am generally a deeply sentimental person and that shows in my writing)

Live in five (Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, nondriver twitch streamer Max, nonbinary Max) I think this captures something really special in writing the process of falling in love online

Regret (Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick, regency A/B/O au) I had a lot of fun with the world building of and logistics of inheritance in this and I am also just very proud of the writing in it. I think I did well capturing the vibes of the regency era. I spent a lot of time doing research for this one.

Where the light went (Nico Hischier/Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick, soulmate au, nontraditional soulmates) I didn't write this one by myself but part of what I am so proud of about this fic is how my co-author and I managed to build a cohesive writing style throughout. This is another where I love the world building I did.

And now, for my favorite fic I have ever written or will ever write

Unchained melody (Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick, rule 63, f/f, 1950s au) I wish I had more eloquent things to say about this fic but I think this is my magnum opus. I loved the story telling. It's deeply personal and I poured my whole heart and soul into this Google doc. I think I really captured something of the desperate loneliness of being in a marriage you don't really want to be in even if you don't know that at the time that it's happening. I spent hours and hours researching for this fic from 1950s fashion and recipes to crop planting schedules to the history of swimming pools in Winnipeg. I just put a lot of love and care into this one and I think it shows. Please, even if you have never cared about hockey, read this fic. It's deeply important to me.

#my fic #f1 rpf #maxiel #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #hockey rpf #travis konecny #nolan patrick #tk/nolan #nico hischier #tk/nico/nolan

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gokartkid · 1 year

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brocedes lewis engineer au

Nico’s hand clapping down on his shoulder — heavy and warm, with all the confidence of a man in his position — makes Lewis’ smile tight around the edges. He doesn’t know why; it’s a position they’ve been in so many times before, a photograph in his mum’s album.

Even without looking he can feel Nico’s presence next to him, the warm glow at the edge of his awareness.

“Yeah this guy,” he’s saying, when Lewis tunes back in, “he was seriously so fast when we were kids, really guys. I struggled a lot against him you know. He might be standing where I am right now if he’d kept going, really.”

“Nah man, stop,’ Lewis says half-heartedly, laughs a bit as the other engineers, his coworkers, Richard and Michael and the rest of them chuckle, “I was just, uh, fine.”

He shoves his hands into his pockets, leans back onto his heels, nonchalant.

“No way were you just fine,” Nico shakes him a bit by the shoulder, air quotes with the other hand and Lewis tries not to feel like his teeth are about to rattle out of his head; thinks, normal normal normal. Keep smiling normal, “you beat me loads of times. There’ll be local paper articles about it at least.”

There are. Lewis knows because his dad still has them, carefully cut out and glued down in scrapbooks, some framed. Photos of him, small and serious with big eyes always observing, holding up a trophy.

He remembers Nico too back then. Sweaty blonde hair straight out of his helmet, snub nosed, running straight into the arms of his dad who lifted him up and swung him around. He remembers Nico shaking his hand firmly on the podium, grinning with white teeth and flushed cheeks.

When he’d met him again, a couple weeks into this job at Mercedes, his handshake had felt just the same. White teeth, blonde hair a bit more styled and swooping backwards, a man grown into his confidence.

He’d looked at Lewis for a long moment after shaking his hand before saying “do I know you?” in that tone you greet old friends from high school with. He’d placed it a second later, snapping his fingers and saying “oh my god! Lewis!” and pulling him into a hug.

It had been kind of gratifying, and a bit of an ego boost, that he hadn’t just been forgotten by Nico as part of the mass of unsuccessful boys-from-karting.

Nico made almost a point of it now, going out of his way to talk to Lewis. He would come around and put a hand on his shoulder, his forearm, drawing him into conversations when they had a break at the same time.

Lewis would see him moving about from place to place being followed around by an assistant, his trainer, sometimes scrolling through something on an iPad. He’d catch himself staring sometimes before shaking his head and going back to the computer, scrolling through infinite amounts of data and spreadsheets and logistics plans.

“Why didn’t you keep going?” Michael asks him later, when they’ve decided to get back to their actual jobs. Lewis doesn’t have to clarify what he means.

Lewis shrugs. He looks down at the parts in his hand— some gears, screws, a nut coming loose.

“Usual stuff. The money. My dad couldn’t afford it any more.”

Michael clicks his tongue sympathetically.

“Thats tough, hey. Still, you’ve done pretty well staying in it, right?”

Lewis knows its a joke. Still, it’s hard to keep his hands gentle around the screwdriver as he carefully places the pieces together, slotting them in perfectly with no gaps.

“Yeah. Still in it.”

#yeah....#navigating complicated workplace relationships and feeling out of place in ur skin or whateverrrr #brocedes #lh44 #nico rosberg #my fic #is this something hahaha

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spookyprime · 2 years

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I’m so curious about the other Batkids in the hometown au… you’ve drawn Jason a few times, but what are he and the others actually up to?

— @ghostinacardboardbox

Oh my god okay. Okay. So hometown actually started as a batfam au, but then I just got swept up in the young justice side story but it DID start with them. I'm so sorry this is going to be a lot but I wanna taaaaaalk about hometown I'm sorry.

Bruce is a pediatric surgeon. He still adopts a ton of kids but the circumstances have changed wildly. He’s a more patient and well adjusted man. Goes to therapy and loves his kids. Extremely divorced. Been married to both Harvey dent and talia. Divorced from both. Is currently in a complicated relationship with Selina but keeps looking at Clark. He’s messy. He’s a kind man though and damnit he’s a good dad. Also hes Jewish. It's not important to the story but it's important you know.

Dick is an entertainer at the childrens hospital. Yes I made him a clown shut up he does tricks and makes balloon animals for kids with cancer and stuff. He was adopted by Bruce after his parents “accident” but never went looking for revenge because he was actually given grief counseling and proper methods of care. He and Bruce still argue from time to time but their relationship is far less strained than in canon. They work at the same hospital. He does not live with Bruce.

as Jason did not get taken in by Batman he spent more time on the streets than in canon. He was a very rough pre-teen because of this. he isnt someone worth extorting so idk how the joker gets ahold of him but the joker just beats him near to death. No exploding building or anything. Jason doesn’t die. He’s airlifted to the pediatric hospital where he meets Bruce as his surgeon. Idk how the logistics of this work okay. Bruce saves his life and like. Idk. Feels real fuckin bad for this kid. The fostering set up was supposed to be temporary but Jason is deeply charming and likable so he kind of just never left. He needs permanent walking aids and has several chronic problems from the beating he was given. I’m thinking probably broke his back in several places- he’s not paralyzed but has pain issues. Does not have a job- lives with Bruce but sometimes lives at Roy’s. He's the embodiment of this pic

during the time Bruce was looking after Jason’s recovery he was also getting divorced from talia. This, reasonably, made him extremely stressed out and irritable. Tim is still their neighbor (fuck the timeline i dont care) and has 0 adult supervision and gets his kicks watching these two insane people have screaming matches on their front lawn. It’s deeply entertaining because Tim is a fucking weirdo. Bruce finds out very quickly their weird neighbor kid is watching them fight but instead of getting mad he’s more like “Where are your parents? why don’t you have someone watching you? why are you out here?” Tim is not adopted or fostered he just stays with Bruce while his parents are away. The drakes are actually very pleased with this arrangement. The drakes death happens several years into tim staying at Wayne manor because their attack had nothing to do with Batman or robin. However Batman is not there to negotiate jack- so he dies as well as Janet. Tim is- reasonably- very upset about this. I haven't figured out how Tim loses his spleen but the fact he's immunocompromised is important to me so he IS here. He's also Jewish and enjoys being able to celebrate holidays with Bruce when his parents aren't around.

Damian is a BABYYYY he's a baby. Bruce has custody but he visits talia every other weekend.

#hometown au #this is nonsense im so sorry #this is also incredibly stupid

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the-scooby-gang · 2 years

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Since the Roger Family AU is anyone with the last name Roger, how do you feel about Steve Rogers, AKA Captain America, being part of it?

"So, like, why am I here again?"

The agent that was chaperoning him down the endless corridors of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division ("We are still workshopping it" was the answer said agent gave him when he pointed out the thing was, like, a mouth full) glanced back at him with a smile on his face, but didn't slow his stride.

"You, Mr. Rogers, is the closest living relative of a MIA soldier who was found not long ago. As the only Rogers in New York, it was decided that you would be the one informed." The agent, Coulson he believes his name was, stopped in front of giant metal door. "We would be thankful if you informed your remaining relatives about his recovery."

"Wow, wow, wow, hold on a minute, man. My family hasn't served in the military since, like, the second war... not after grandpa's nephew fell from the sky right into the ocean."

"Oh, really?" Coulson said, the metal door opening after the little panel on the side read his digitals –– wasn't that a little bit much for a family reunion??? Oh no, he was being abducted by the Men In Black wasn't he? Oh god oh no –– "Do you know anything more about him?"

Taking a deep breath (how he wished Scooby was here. He should have know this place was wack when they said that his buddy could not come with him) he pretended like he was not being led towards a probable super gulag so scientist could make experiments on his stomach, and smiled as genuinely he could.

Come on, dude, he thought to himself. If you can pretend to be a talent judge to a murder jester you can pretend that everything is cool to the Area 51 agent over there.

"Oh, noting much. He lived in Brooklyn; he had, like, the worst luck health wise: asthma, sinusitis, heart palpitations, the works. He did get, like, better though. Some sort of treatment funded by the military. Classified too." He glanced at Coulson, a nagging suspicion starting to take shape in his mind. "After he got his miracle resetting to fabric he , like, became a big thing on the war effort. First as a symbol of sorts, then later as an actual soldier. They called him Captain America, which, I have to say, pretty groovy name."

They stopped once again in front of another door. They seemed to be going deeper and deeper into the building. Yeah, this is no normal family reunion. "He had, like, everything: comics, commercials, toys, trading cards. I think my grandpa still has all the comics safely preserved and stuff."

He was also an Unbonded, he didn't say. Making him virtually impossible to track.

Unbonded were extremely rare in the Rogers clan. By age 5, most Rogers children had already bonded with their Doo. As it should be. The youngest recorded bonding was Elisa Rogers, who bonded with Bella Doo when she was 2. The oldest was Edgar Rogers, bonded with Ben Doo at age 11.

But Cousin Steve? Cousin Steve was 27 when he fell into the ocean. No lovable pooch to his name. No connection for the other Doos to track down. Nothing that would help them bring him back home.

When he fell, he fell alone.

He and Coulson got to an elevator –– where exactly were they going? The center of the earth??? –– where there was no markings on the buttons or visor telling him how many levels this place has or in which direction they were going. He only knew they were going down because his sense of gravity was still working fine, thank you very much.

"Oh, that's good. Less things to explain then," Coulson looked at him, a kind smile on his face. "You know, it was my idea to contact you. I told my superiors that he would want to find his remaining living relatives so we thought wise to... facilitate this reunion."

And gain his trust, was left unsaid. And he could bet actual money that no one inside this building was expecting him to read between the lines. Their loss.

His panic slowly abated the longer Coulson didn't pull a glock on him and dragged him down, kicking and screaming, to the basement. Coulson was surprisingly chill for a Man In Black all things considered. Relaxed even. It could all be a front, of course, but the man's vibes until now was more in lines with high school teacher than high level assassin.

They stayed there, side by side as the elevator went down, a cloud of tension hovering around them. He may not be going to have his stomach chemicals studied, but he still didn't like this place one bit. It feel too much like a cage for him to truly relax down here.

"... I also have all the comics. And all the trading cards too." Coulson said suddenly, breaking him from his thoughts, sounding immensely proud of himself.

"No way." He gave the agent all his attention. "Those are, like, even harder to find than the comics, man."

Coulson took his wallet out of his pocket, the special card #30 with its comic style illustration of Cap smiled at him from it place of honor on the sheer pocket where normally dads put pictures of their kids. "This one is my favorite. I had to eat my weight in cereal to get it, but it was so worth it."

"Dudeeeee, that's awesome."

"I know, right!"

The atmosphere between them was significantly lighter after that. They discussed the trading cards during their journey down, the man going into a long dissection of the designs of each card that he apparently had memorized.

The elevator arrived at its destination not long after Coulson's scalding review of the card #147 had ended.

Agent Coulson walked ahead of him, stopping at the end of a hall window that gave to what looked like a med bay. "I believe you already deduced why you were brought here, correct?" he said, his hands folded in front of him, standing at attention in front of another metal door. His wallet (and the trading card #30) safely back in his suit jacket's inner pocket.

He nodded, looking thru the window. He placed his hand against the glass, almost like he wanted to get closer. The glass was warm under his fingers.

Laying there on the other side was a man. Blond, tall, and frozen all over.

He recognized him from the pictures, from his square jaw to the bridge of his nose. His skin was a pale blue, slowly gaining back its rosy color as the room he was in slowly warmed over. And under his closed eye lids, he just knew, there was a pair of the same brand of blue eyes from his Grandpa's side of the family.

"Hey there, Cousin Steve."

#scooby gang #scooby doo #shaggy roger #steve rogers #marvel #captain america #the rogers family!au #marvel mcu #gih answers #I cant... i cant rewrite the whole mcu with the gang in it i just cant please i need time to sleep dont do it to me brain

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voxofthevoid · 3 months

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I voted puppyjou and the more i hear about shibuya swap im not even mad about it. It's been gnawing at my brain since chapter four of the kidnapping fic, where yuuji reminscing about being trapped ("at home" i cannot BELIEVE how close he came to saying that out loud. Yuuji you make me so unwell my fucking god.) in the forest with gojo sounded a lot like he's being domesticated. Like gojo taking his little tiger out for walkies and outside the barrier for enrichment and finger foods :))) seeing that flipped sounded fun, but oh my god.

When you said you were going to put yuuji through the horrors you weren't kidding. Kenjaku raising yuuji uh huh yes please♡

but before that, my favorite lines-

'Brat, Sukuna growls. I’ll eat you alive.

“I’m eating you dead,”'

YESS its so snarly and personal and its not civil, its just not🥰♡ It's seared in my brain, i love it and it sounds like Alt!Yuuji took that and ran. The correct response to Sukuna is eating his everything and leaving nothing, and I can't wait. And of course that means taking all the coolest parts of his design and claiming them as your own!! Irrevocably changed by the horrors we may be, but we look good doing it (●’∇’)♪ doubling the amount of arms, eyes and dicks in a scene sounds like a logistical nightmare lmao you're a legend for making it work. and wait holdup, 'blowing an oversized tongue' is there making out with the tummy mouth👀 i need to mentally prepare for sloppy tummy mouth makeouts oh my god

You 🤝 me on being made unwell by Yuuji. He adapts so well that the *checks notes* isolated forest cabin he’s literally imprisoned in gets slotted into the mental category of “home” in a span of like two months. Normal things! I’m cracking up at “gojo taking his little tiger out for walkies and outside the barrier for enrichment and finger foods,” but it really does feel like that, doesn’t it? Well, Yuuji’s about to get a lot more enrichment in his enclosure—for better or for worse.

If you want the dynamics of the kidnapping fic reversed, more than the Shibuya swap, I have another role/age reversal idea outlined that fits it so, so well—its descriptive title is “domain rape AU” and actual title is i'll be the star (you can be the horrified one), so you can imagine the…themes. But I really need the manga to finish so I can do the idea justice. For now, know that there are tiny hints of puppyjou in the Shibuya swap, mostly Yuuji treating adult!Gojou like he’d treat his teen!Gojou. For example—

“I’m sure he’s trying,” Yuuji says. He pats Satoru, a light touch at the top of his head like he’s a puppy. It stuns him silent. “You always work hard when it matters, don’t you, Satoru?”

“You look so disappointed,” Yuuji says, clearly amused. Satoru tries to school his expression, but too little too late; Yuuji pats his cheek like he’s a puppy. “Don’t pout, Satoru. You’ll get distracted if that thing’s there. And you don’t want that, right?”

The “thing” in that last passage is indeed the belly mouth! I wasn’t planning on adding it, but I did give Yuuji scars where that mouth is and where Sukuna’s extra arms would join his torso, and then my hand slipped, so Gojou mouthing at the scar turned into this: “Flesh splits open against Satoru’s lips, and an obscenely big tongue plunges into his mouth.” It only escalates from there, so sloppy belly mouth makeouts are very much on the menu 😏

…Might be a problem how much of it is there actually. It’s a longass scene. But @nearalways volunteered as my guinea pig (read: they blissfully went to sleep and woke up to 2.3k of Gojou choking on a tongue the size of a dick), and the reaction is very promising. It won’t see the light of Ao3 until 2025 though.

The correct response to Sukuna is eating his everything and leaving nothing, and I can't wait. And of course that means taking all the coolest parts of his design and claiming them as your own!! Irrevocably changed by the horrors we may be, but we look good doing it.

ANON, YOU GET IT!!! I’ve had this HC for nearly as long as I've been into JJK, fueled by how canon handles the marriage of bodies and souls, plus Gojou’s comment about Yuuji inheriting Sukuna’s CT and the fanbook information on what’d happen if Yuuji ate the Death Painting Wombs. Him actually eating them and, as hinted by the conversation with Kamo, inheriting some sort of blood manipulation made me so damn gleeful precisely because of how it could be applied to scenarios where Sukuna stays in him and gets chewed up. Cannibalism is sexy.

Shibuya swap alt!Yuuji’s version of eating Sukuna is a little different than my usual route, but you're right that he took that line and ran with it. That plus being raised by Kenjaku has made extra him fun to write.

Thanks for this lovely ask 💗

#anon #i love my anons #fic: how the story changes #fic: every version of the story

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crimeronan · 6 months

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still thinking about a horror-tragedy AU where hunter kills belos and frames luz or eda for it. i was Gonna say that my best hope of making this work is in a non-hollow-mind timeline, but Actually i think my best hope of making this work is.... if hollow mind DID happen.... but hunter promised belos his loyalty anyway, in a fit of panic. and belos didn't kill him. and brought him back to the castle

hunter managing to kill belos in his desperation after finding out exactly what's going to happen on the day of unity, belos having his guard down because if hunter promised his loyalty despite knowing what happened to the golden guards, then surely the complete eradication of witchkind would be fine, right.

hunter realizing that killing belos is a death sentence for himself AND will mean politically fracturing the isles, so he finds a way to twist it around on luz or eda. how this works would depend on a bunch of logistical questions i don't feel like answering right now, but. oh god if it was luz. how fucking Wretched that would feel after hollow mind. hunter's like hey i know i stabbed you in the back and chose your worst enemy over you when you were nothing but kind to me always, anyway now i'm about to make your life So Much Worse for no fucking reason except my own fear and selfishness because i'm a coward i've always been a coward and i ruin everything i touch. um. BAIIII

i have. no idea how to resolve this. i'm just.

i'm Thinking About It.

#in other news. if shit like this compels u then listen to the silt verses. What A Time You Will Have #posts directly inspired by certain events that transpire in that narrative #toh #hunter toh #horrible mindscape trauma pals #i have permission from an artist mutual to write a fic based on a comic it did where hunter doesn't defect at the end of hollow mind...#this would be. certainly something to add to it #like i wanna write fic so bad. sorry that everything i want to fic lately is godawful. do you still think im hot #murder ig #violence ig

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transwicky · 9 months

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HMM HMM HMM

A Vampire AU nobody wants

Vampires are common knowledge. They can be born or bitten (don’t ask me the logistics). They co exist (mostly) peacefully with humans. None have been part of government or anything (yet), but they’ve got equal rights and all, and the only segregated sports are peewees and high school sports, because they’re still developing their powers and all, so it’s literally safer then, but in college it’s all integrated, and professional sports? They don’t give a shit, most of the players literally protested and had a strike until they made a policy allowing vampires to play professional sports.

Small towns, however, are still 99% human, and some are completely human.

Some cities are completely human, in smaller states. In Red States*.

Tango’s in a smaller town. Almost always overcast with clouds, and if not, there’s so many trees around, you rarely ever see the sun anyways.

It’d be a good place for them, but it’s primarily Catholic.

There’s no vampires there.

He doesn’t know they exist.

He hears a scream, one day, his senior year in high school. He was raised right by his Mama, so he goes running to help the woman who screamed.

A large woman, face covered in blood, is bent over the other, whose throat is ripped out.

He wakes up in a hospital, to everyone shocked he woke up, because they had just unplugged him from life support.

When the priest from their church comes in to pray for his speedy recovery, the man recoils, and cries out that he’s one of the devil’s children.

His mother sighs, goes not this again - he’s just queer, Father Liam!.

His Nonna simply passes him a silver coin, when it’s just them.

It burns and itches, and he has a rash, when he drops it onto the hospital bed two minutes later.

“Nonna?”

“It seems you have a silver allergy, tesoro**.” Nonna simply says.

Life continues on.

Nonna gives him special medicine, to help him heal. Says she got it from the doctors at the hospital.

Church makes his skin crawl, he doesn’t know why. Nonna won’t let him anoint himself with the holy water*** when they enter the church now, either. His rosary gives him a rash.

He asks Nonna what’s happening. She smiles sadly.

“Just some changes, tesoro.” Is her response. She refuses to tell her grandson he’s a vampire, that he died, and was no longer the human boy he was before.

So Tango doesn’t know vampires exist. It isn’t until he goes to Samwell University, and he gets intense sunburn, and Ollie and Holster see him burning, and cover him with their umbrellas immediately.

“Who the hell let you out without fucking covering up?” Holster asked, and Tango looks at him, confused.

“I... always get burned...?” Tango said, confused.

“Shit. Holster, I don’t think he knows.” Ollie said.

“Oh my god, who the hell sent him away to college without telling him he’s a vampire!?”

“What? Guys, vampires don’t exist?” Tango is very confused.

“Oh my god, he’s- oh my god. Haus, now.”

Tango spends the rest of the day in the Haus, being told about vampires, and the real stories of them - Holster was born, Ollie was bitten, Dex was bitten right before college, part of his issues, you know? - and as he’s being told, everything slowly clicks into place.

“... Guys... I think I died...?”

*Red State: Republican

** means treasure in Italian

*** Catholic thing. dip finger in holy water and do sign of cross on yourself.

#tony tangredi #omgcp #AKA I'm gonna write a new fic once my other one is done

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valeffelees · 7 months

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📚 (This is just my favorite book emoji, you don't actually have to give me four fic ideas xD)

HI ACE, ok. so i had a conundrum trying to answer this ask.

the game is for a fic i haven't written but have daydreamed about, right, but i'm all caught up on the logistics of what counts as "written" bc the first thing i do when i get an idea for a fic is write up an outline for it into my notes, then bang out a couple hundred words of zero draft so i have something to come back to later.

but i'm gonna say "written" = a completed draft? mostly bc i really wanna tell you about my arospec Simon fic—which i have started, technically, but most of the fic is still unwritten daydream slop, so i think it counts.

i'm gonna hide this under a cut tho bc this is about to be such a long post, and i really do mean a LONG post. i am so sorry.

ok, so.

the title of the fic (almost all my ideas get titles right away) is "The Refraction and Dispersion of Light Through a Prism" and it starts Watford-era but doesn't stay that way for very long, the majority of the story takes place post-Watford.

but n e way, yeah. starts Watford sixth year with Simon and Agatha breaking up. LOL, they have a good break-up tho. there is a lot a lot a lot a lot a lot of Simon-Agatha friendship in this fic bc i love Simon-Agatha friendship, it's good for my mental health. (i have the break-up scene written but i'm not gonna share it here since then i'd really be breaking the rules of the game) (but the gist of it is just Simon telling her he wants to go back to being friends and they're both super chill about it.)

and since the break-up goes so well, the two of them carry on as normal, being friends, and when winter comes Simon still goes to Agatha's place for Christmas, where Agatha ends up coming out to Simon as aroace, and as she's explaining what that means for her, Simon is sitting there like, "oh wait, oh wait, oh wait..." and he cuts her off like, "Aggie i think i might have something to tell you," and Agatha is like, "... no," and Simon's like, "... yeah," and Agatha is like, "NO," and Simon is like, "YEAH," and then she laughs, and he laughs, and they hug, and have a whole moment together, and that's where Watford-era ends.

canon is changed to: it is all the same, but when the Visiting happens, the truce, all of that, Simon and Agatha are obvs on good terms so he goes home with her like usual, never goes to Pitch manor, but he still ends up losing his magic and killing the Mage and getting wing-and-tail-ified, so then the future goes: Simon and Agatha are roommates, Penny is in America with Micah since they never break up in this AU (i'm sorry Shep), and the story picks up from Baz's POV, who hasn't seen Simon Snow since he defeated the Humdrum bc Simon still fucks off and doesn't finish school and shit, he goes to live with the Wellbeloves after it all (and stays in therapy bc living with a doctor'll do that to a guy) (but it was for the best he's doing great these days) and Baz didn't think he'd ever see Simon again, but if he did, he really really really did not think it would be at PRIDE.

Simon is the one who spots him. Baz is there with Niall and some uni friends and Simon comes up behind him and is like "omg???" and Baz is like "omg???" bc Simon is fucking decked in rainbows and he's gained weight and looks so good and happy and alive and, "Snow... you have a tail..." and Simon is like, "you whot? oh, yeah, the Normals can't see it tho, s' what that little bell on the end is for," and that breaks the tension, and they start talking in that awkward way only people who aren't friends but who've known each other for way too long and just found out that they're both queer can, and eventually Agatha shows up and is like, "Simon, there you are!" and she has an aroace flag around her shoulders which immediately has Baz doing like, fucking mental gymnastics, meanwhile Agatha is sitting there like, "oh my god Simon 30 000 people are here and you still managed to find Baz Pitch i am so tired of you (affectionate)"

and Agatha super does not want to hang out with Baz. like, at all. (LMFAO) so Simon gives him his number and is like, "no more war, yeah? we should try again" and then wraps himself into Agatha's cape with her and they disappear into the crowd while Baz stands there steaming from his fucking ears. Baz plays it cool for a couple days before reaching out to Simon, and they start hanging out and going for coffee and stuff, but there is like... oh man... there's a massive miscommunication happening here, y'kno?

and it comes to a head when Simon invites Baz back to his and Agatha's flat to watch a movie and they go to his room and there's an aromantic flag on his wall, above his bed, and Baz is like, "..." and then he remembers Simon going under the aroace flag with Agatha at pride, and is like "... ah."

meanwhile Simon is completely oblivious, he is digging around in his messy ass room like, "where the fuck is my laptop? i know it's here, i was watching Heartstopper like five hours ago."

and Baz says, "i think i should go," and Simon looks at him all confused and replies, "what, why? i'll find it, just give me a—" and Baz cuts him off, "Snow, i thought this was a date... i thought what we've been doing... going out... i thought—"

Simon: "oh."

Baz: "yeah."

Simon: "fuck."

and they stand there for a while, until Baz repeats that he thinks he should leave, and Simon starts shaking his head furiously and his face is flushed, he looks like he's going to cry, and he starts up with, "you don't have to, please, i mean we're fine, aren't we? we're still friends, we can still—let's just watch a movie, yeah? and we don't have to talk about it, we don't... we can just... i mean, we're..." and Simon covers his face and drops onto the edge of his mattress and whispers, "i'm sorry. i just wanted to watch a movie. i'm really sorry."

Baz doesn't get what Simon is apologising for, he hasn't done anything wrong, so he tells him as much, and this is kind of where the idea starts losing detail for me a bit, but they have a nice long conversation and work things out and end up staying friends, and watching their movie, and they keep spending time together and stuff, but Simon can tell that Baz is keeping his distance from him now in a way he wasn't before, and he thinks it shouldn't bother him, but it does.

he's bothered by how far away Baz sits from him on the sofa, or walks beside him, or stands next to him. he's bothered by the fact that Baz won't hold his hand now, or bump their shoulders together when he makes a joke, or hug him goodbye. he's bothered that Baz doesn't text him nonsense about his day all the time, or send him selfies, or use emojis anymore.

so, he does what he always does when he has a problem he doesn't know how to fix: he goes to his girls about it.

Agatha and Simon get Penny on facetime and prop her up on the coffee table so she can see them both and Simon tells them what happened and what changed and how he's feeling about it, and it's Agatha who suggests that Simon has a crush on Baz, and Simon is like, "top 10 stupidest ideas???" but Penny is like "no, no, Simon, it makes sense, if you liked how Baz was with you when he thought you were dating and don't like how he is now that he knows you're not..."

Simon is like, "but that doesn't make sense, i don't do... that," and Agatha is like, "maybe you do, with Baz. the definition of aromantic is little to none. maybe he's your little."

Simon: "no, i hate that. you're making it sound like he fixed me."

Agatha: "you know that's not what i'm saying, i just mean being aroace is a spectrum, Simon. you're allowed to like him and still be aroace."

Simon: "i... guess. i don't know. i mean, you're right, i just—i feel like i'm too old to be worrying about this shit, i just want..."

Penny: "what do you want?"

Simon: "i want him to stop being weird! i want him to like me and want to touch me and be around me again like he was before, and i want that to be enough. but i don't want it to have to be something else for it to be enough."

and yeah, at that point, the idea breaks down into nothing but a bunch of random colours and weird blobs in my brain, but the gist of the fic is that in the end, Simon and Baz end up in a QPR and maybe Simon's feelings are romantic or maybe they're alterous or maybe they're just platonic, hell, who knows. not me. not Simon, either, but he doesn't feel like he needs to figure it out bc he and Baz find a place in the middle where they're both happy, and that's kind of the whole point of the fic. an exploration into the complex shapes identities and relationships can take.

#sorry this is a novel but i was very excited to tell someone about this idea who might actually get how important it is to me #and who knows? maybe i will actually write it one day 😅#EDIT: OH SIMON IS DEMIROMANTIC IN THIS BTW LMAO #he never actually changes from the aroace label bc he likes the aroace label but if i did ever write and post this #his being demiromantic would be explicitly stated in the tags or author's note or something #ask game #aroace-genderfluid-sheep

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