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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 2 days

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hi ari yes! you are welcome

geto canonically (at least i believe so don't quote me) carries a lighter around just for shoko (he makes me want to die he's so sweet and tender) but i love how that doesn't stop most everyone from hcing/drawing him as a smoker god i hate cigarettes but he's soooo hot oh god i should be the cig instea

oh man geto hating himself for making the reader cry... some things never change... i'm in pain again. oh goodness i think. fluff. SPEAKING OF WHICH do you have any fluff recs for suguru? (i've already read all the ones from kissxcore and go6jo though). tumblr search engine fails me every time i try to read

and YES i was fast that's cause i was kind of (really) waiting for this all day and i saw it n howled a little bit wow. never a dull moment on this blog

YOU’RE SO SWEET 🌖 ANON MWAH MWAHHH <33333 it’s not explicitly canon that he carries a lighter around just for shoko, we just see him lighting a cigarette for her in hidden inventory!! with a lighter he brought on his own. personally i think he carries it around just for her tho :33 AND YOU’RE SO REALLL I NEED TO BE HIS CIG. i’m not a smoker either but sadly i fall into the habit of finding smoking aesthetically attractive </3 AND YES :((((( some things never change!!!!! his heart broke a little. imagine finally kissing the love of your life after 10 years of abstinence only to realize they’re crying……… yeahhh. </3

BUT YES SUGU FLUFF!!!! first of all GREAT taste tumblr user kissxcore the actual love of my life (alexis if u see this ily)…… i have a couple sugu drabbles/fics in mind so i’ll link them under the cut!!!!! :3

in no particular order!!! :

black is the colour of my true love’s hair by @/dollsuguru

LIFE-CHANGING FICCCCCC it’s sososo cute and funny and heartwarming :(((( the character/reader dynamic is my favorite Ever (sugu belongs w a silly little reader <333) and there r just . SO many moments that killed me. so much devotion!!!! and love!!!!!! AND HE CALLS READER DOVEEE I LOST IT I CRIED . kairo has some other sugu fics that’re more angsty but they’re Extremely tasty so i def recommend checking them out <33

a thundering first by @/teddybeartoji

THE CUTEST . THE SWEETEST . I GIGGLED AND KICKED MY FEET SOOOO MANY TIMES HE’S SO DANGEROUSLY CHARMING ….. genuinely got flustered reading this fic i am a weak weak individual. and mickey just has a way of writing intimacy and first meetings that Really makes me melt…. T_T they have some other super duper cute sugu stuff too!!!!

tattoo artist!sugu hcs by @/missukiyo

SOOOOOO CUTE AND FLUFFY <33333 i love tattoo artist sugu soso much and these hcs just made me feel that even more 😭😭 HE’S SOOO SPECIAL TO ME uki’s version of him is simply unsurpassed…….. he’s so boyfriend. so reassuring. made my heart flutter severely

an excuse to touch by @/riaki

THEEEEEEEE COMFORT READ EVER :((((((( i remember feeling sososoos cozy and happy reading it for the first time …. riko just has a Way with words and imagery and i eat it up every time!!! this drabble is just too sweet :((( sugu is so doting in it….. soooo bf coded……. i need him bad.

love by @/hayakawalove

ACTS OF SERVICE KING SUGU I CHEERED!!!!!! this is a super comfy super sweet poly stsg/reader fic but the focus is on sugu and his love language :33 I LOVE IT SO MUCHHHH rem’s sugu is one of my favorites ever we always agree on him and his love….. he’s such a giver. and rem wrote this in such a lovely way it’s just brimming w adoration :((( another big comfort read he’s so Mother

teeth; gum; metal by @/mossmudrock

ONE OF MY FAV SUGU PIECES EVERRRRR moss’ writing has me so genuinely insane i clearly remember the breakdown i had reading this for the first time. i don’t know if it’s exactly fluff? but it’s definitely not angsty!!!! it’s just such a lovely soft piece…. and it’s written so gorgeously. so many lines from it are imprinted in my skull <///3

that suspended in-between by @/seiwas

I LOVE THIS DRABBLE SO MUCHHHHH sel also wrote a super super good fwb to lovers sugu fic… that i adore…. but if you’re looking for pure fluffy vibes this one is probably better. i just think sel has a way of making characters feel super grounded and real!!!! and i love her take on sugu sm…. he is so charming in this.

our first i love you by @/sacchariins

i absolutely ADORE this fic… sadly the original account is deactivated but the link should hopefully still work :’3 i just think geto is so insanely charming in this, it’s a college au and it’s just…. super super fluffy and sweet and funny. it’s one of my absolute favorites!!!!! it inspired me a Lot when it comes to how i view college sugu and a no curses au sugu in general… wherever this writer is now i hope they know how wonderful and skilled they are!!! i think abt this dynamic and dialogue SO often.

cinnamon, honey & sage by @/s0ulm8s

I LOVE THIS ONE. as you know i Adore cult leader geto and i especially love when people depict him in a softer way!!!! which is exactly what this is :3 he feels in character and grounded but also soft…. it’s a delicate balance and i just think the author did suchhh a good job. it’s just rlly rlly sweet!!! and the writing is so pretty too…

housemate suguru hcs by @/luvsugu

THESE R SOOOO CUTE AND WARM :(((( housemate sugu my BELOVED this characterization of him is truly toptier. he’s so good. i need him so bad. just so feel-good and comfy i need to live w him….. roommates to lovers is another of my fav sugu tropes hehe

drabble by @/junosmindpalace

this is such a comfort read :’) it’s sooo sweet and tender and also so nicely written. just very very soft!!!! geto taking care of reader’s hair… and being doting and soft…… sniffleeee i love him. i love the way it’s written too!!!! such a nice take on sugu aaa

there r lots more on both tumblr and ao3 that i can’t remember at the moment, but this is a start!!! it’s reallyyyyy difficult to look for fluff in the jjk tags bc it’s literally brimming w smut but . go to ao3 and use lots of search filters and i’m sure you’ll find lots of gems!!!! sugu nation is so talented it’s crazy

#I HOPE THIS HELPEDDDDD #i’m For Sure forgetting a bunch btw 😭😭 that’s just…. kind of how it goes with me.#BUT 🌖 ANON PLS DO CHECK OUT AO3. IT’LL CHANGE YOUR LIFE. most of my fav sugu fics r from ao3!!!!#if you aren’t familiar w it then just go to the getou suguru/reader tag and filter out all the content tags you don’t like!!#smut or angst and etcetc!!!#wahhhhh reading through this list i’m realizing how lucky i am when it comes to sugu mutuals #they’re all sososososo talented i can’t say it enough!!!!! i recommend checking out everyone on this list bc their writing is so lovely #:’3 i love them all very much #ask tag ✩#🌖 anon !! ✩

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godsfavoritescientist · 10 months

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Building off of what I wrote in my fic "Sparks," I'm really compelled by the idea of Ford genuinely no longer being interested in sailing around in a boat with Stan by the time they were seniors in high school.

I like the idea of it not being just a symptom of the resentment that had been building between them, nor it being a dream of Ford's that only paled in comparison to west coast tech, but it being a genuine loss of interest on Ford's end. I think it complicates things even further in some really juicy ways.

Like, imagine going through high school slowly losing more and more interest in the dream you've shared with your twin and only friend ever since you were little kids. How do you break it to him? How do you explain it to him without making it sound like a rejection of him? Without it making him hate you?

How do you explain it without it feeling like a spit in the face to all the hard work he's put into a plan that started out as a way of him comforting you by telling you "it doesn't matter what people say about you, you're going to be an adventurer who sails away into the sunset and never has to hear their mockery ever again, and there will be babes and treasure and heroism, and then they'll all see how cool you really are!"

And all through high school you think to yourself, "he's going to move on to more realistic dreams any day now, and then I won't have to say anything about it!" But no matter how many times you mention something else he could do with his life that he seems interested in, or bring up the challenging logistics of traveling around long-term in a boat, he sounds just as committed to the childhood dream as ever, and completely oblivious to how apprehensive you sound.

So resentment grows, little by little. Because that's easier than confronting the soul-crushing levels of guilt that are building up inside of you, every time you don't take an opportunity to tell him you don't want to do the plan anymore. You don't have a single person in your life who modeled how to have difficult conversations for you. As far as you know, having this conversation with Stan would crush him into tiny little pieces and then he would hate you forever, and you can't stand the idea of losing the only friend you've ever had.

So tensions grow. A lack of interest turns into a bitter resentment that, if you were really being honest with yourself, is directed more at yourself than it is at Stan.

And then the falling-out happens, and it seems like you were proven right. Stan hates you now, and he's never going to forgive you for giving up on his dream. But two can play that game, so you try to hate him too. Because if you hate him too, then maybe it won't hurt as much that he never came back. That he never even turned up at school, or by the boat, or in through your bedroom window in the middle of the night. He knows what dad's like, and how he says impulsive exaggerated things when he's angry, and haven't you both dealt with his harsh words countless times before and been able to dust yourselves off and joke about it later? So why isn't he back at home, joking with you about how absurd your dad acted that night, being impossible and belligerent about ruining your dream, but at least now you're even, because you've ruined his dream too.

And now imagine you find out he risked the lives of everyone in existence to bring you back, right after you had accepted your fate was to die killing Bill. It would be terrifying and confusing and infuriating. If he cared so much, why didn't he do something to reconnect with you sooner? Why did he ignore you in favor of trying to make it big without you? Why didn't he take the infinitely safer and simpler action of reaching out to you without you having to track down his address and send a desperate plea for help? You were convinced that he didn't care enough to bother with you unless you had an important enough reason for him to come. But even then, he thought your plans were stupid. He didn't want anything to do with you, not even with the world at stake.

Did he save your life out of guilt? Does he pity you that much? It doesn't add up with what he did in the decade leading up to shoving you into the portal. And the dissonance between the version of him in your head that hates you, and the man who held out his arms to welcome you back to your home dimension, is so strong that you feel like you're being lied to again, like you're back in the depths of gaslighting and manipulation that Bill put you through, even though there's no way that's what Stan is trying to do... right? You can't figure it out, so you run away from it. You don't want to know the answer to whether or not Stan hates you, because you don't know which answer would hurt more, so you try to make him hate you more than ever, because at least then you would know for sure how he feels.

And in the end, after he sacrifices his memories for you, and for the world, things seem clearer. The layers upon layers of confusion and anger and hurt seem to have washed away like drawings in the sand, leaving behind the simple truth: that you two had an argument, and didn't move past it for forty years, and despite everything you put each other through, you both still want to re-connect.

So you sail away in a boat together.

And at first, it's wonderful. It's exactly what you want. It feels like an apology to Stan, and a thank-you for saving the world, and a once-in-a-lifetime chance to heal the rift between you two, and it's good to be back on earth, and you wonder why you ever doubted the dream you two once had.

But then, after the first long journey you spend on the sea together, when you get back home to dry land, Stan is already talking about planning your next adventure out on the open sea. He recaps every adventure you had on the first trip, over and over again, and he wants to chat with you all through the morning and long into the night, and you don't have the words to explain to yourself that you don't have enough social battery for this, and suddenly you're slipping back into the horrifyingly familiar feeling of Stan being overbearing and needing space from him and how could you think that? How could you think that about him after everything he's done for you and everything he's forgiven you for? But the longer this goes on, the more you realize that you still don't want to spend the rest of your life sailing around with Stan. It's great fun in moderation, but the idea of your whole life revolving around Stan and going on adventures with Stan and being in a boat with Stan with no time to be by yourself thinking about your own things and figuring out your own dreams makes your skin crawl with a claustrophobic kind of panic that you still don't know how to put into words forty years after the first time this feeling grabbed you by the throat and ruined your friendship with Stanley.

But the first time this happened, it nearly ruined his life forever. You can't let yourself feel this. You don't feel this. You're happy to spend the rest of your life fulfilling Stan's lifelong dream, and making up for the time you crushed his dream, and sure, maybe he crushed your dream once too, and maybe it would be nice for him to support your dreams like you're now doing for him, but you can't say that. He saved the universe, and it would be horrible and ungrateful and cruel for you to try to voice these feelings, especially when you don't know how to voice your feelings without it making other people feel like you twisted a knife into their gut. So you try to pretend the feeling isn't there.

You go out on a boat with Stan again. You planned out another incredible journey together, and this should be fun, and you should be happy about this, but the unspoken feeling you shoved as far down in yourself as it could possibly go is eating you alive. The worst part? Stan is starting to notice. You have never been good at hiding your emotions. The trick to it has always been to convince yourself you don't feel it at all, and not think about it, and that has always worked like a charm. But whenever the emotion claws its way back up to the forefront of your mind, you can tell Stan knows something is wrong. So you can't even give him the happy ending he deserves. You can't even convince him that you want to be here on the open seas forever with him, like he deserves. And you keep trying and trying to hide it, but Stan keeps asking in roundabout ways, like "You're being awfully quiet, sixer," and "whats that look on your face?" and eventually it comes exploding out of you like a shaken-up soda bottle dropped on its cap.

And then it's like you're back at home in New Jersey again, standing in the living room while dad grabs Stanley by the shirt. It all comes pouring out of you, in the worst possible way, with the worst possible phrasing, like a pandora's box of monstrousness, and Stan tries to fight back against the sting of your words, but you're made out of acid and you're burning through him and you can see it on his face, and there's never any coming back from this, not this time, you'll just have to either jump into the ocean or become a monster forever, so Stan can hate you more easily again, and-

-and at the end of the outburst, you're still on a boat in the middle of nowhere in the ocean with your brother, in dangerous waters, and you have things to do to keep the boat running smoothly.

You can't run away from him. He can't run away from you. You're stuck here for at least a couple more weeks, even if you turned around and sailed back towards shore right away.

And the thing that compels me so much here, despite how unbelievably angsty it all is, is that it sets up a situation wherein the Stans might end up forced to actually address the decades of resentment and confusion and wanting-to-reconnect-throughout-it-all that they thought they could gloss over and heal with enough time spent adventuring together on a boat. They might end up forced to actually address the crux of the issue that drove them apart in the first place: Ford wanting a little more space to feel like his own person, and to feel like he's able to have his own dreams, too.

It wouldn't happen easily, nor right away, but if they were stuck together on a little boat in the middle of nowhere surrounded by magical creatures they have to protect each other from in order to make it back home alive, then after they had one fight where they brought up all the things they silently agreed to never bring up again, it would probably happen many more times, and each time it would leave them both angrier at each other than ever, until eventually something honest slipped through amidst all the saying-anything-except-what-they-mean bickering. And once enough of these honest moments slipped through, then they would have a thread to tug on to start to unravel the gargantuan knot of their decades of unresolved conflicts.

And then, eventually, maybe Stan could learn that he can have a good friendship with his brother without needing to be glued to him at the hip, and Ford needing a certain amount of alone time doesn't mean he dislikes him or wants to abandon him, and Ford could learn that he can be honest and have a meaningful connection with someone without it driving them away and making them hate him.

#succumbed to the stan twins angst visions and wrote 2000 words about this #ford pines #ford meta #this turned into a character analysis that almost reads like a fic #godswriting #<- i need to change my writing tag to this #something bothers me a little bit about the solution to their conflict being 'ford appreciates stan more now so he is now fine with-#-boat adventures with stan'. to me it leaves the initial conflict of 'he doesnt want to do that anymore' unresolved #obviously you could easily argue that ford never stopped wanting to go on boat adventures with stan and he just couldnt justify it to-#-himself when compared to the opportunity at west coast tech. but that has one less layer of conflict #compared to the possibility that he truly was not interested in boat adventures anymore. ESPECIALLY if its a manifestation of him #feeling suffocated by the whole dynamic-twins-duo thing #its normal to start wanting a little bit more space especially at that age. to want to have space to figure out who you are #the healthy thing would have been them talking about it and figuring out a compromise. like 'when ford needs space he can spend a few hours #-alone without stan being worried the whole time that it means ford hates him' and 'we still spend x amount of time working on the boat and #-we still chat on the way to and from school every day and hang out at the beach on weekends'#like of fucking course it was never about hating stan or about wanting to get away from him because of who he is as a person!#he literally just wanted to have a little bit of breathing room to be his own separate person. he just didn't know how to put it into words #I really think the crux of it all was them not knowing how to navigate that balance between independence and identity while staying close #so ford misattributing/reducing that feeling to 'I dont have the exact same dream as stan anymore. why does he still have that dream. oh no #feels like a good way of giving that conflict a tangible aspect to it thats easy for the stans to point at and talk about as a way of-#-alluding to the REAL core of the conflict between them.#and of course the show never says 'they sail around the world for the rest of their lives 24/7' so it's not like it Actually Conflicts with #-my interpretation of the conflict and how it should be resolved. but since its the last thing we see happen between them when theyre given #their happy ending. I feel compelled to say 'hey I know them living in the shack together and traveling in a boat every single year sounds-#-really fun and like a satisfying ending but I think they should have a Little Bit more space from eachother than that. Hanging out almost-#-daily but not literally being in the same house and same boat for the rest of their lives. bc if stan was ok with ford asking for that-#-little bit of space and if ford didnt panic and isolate himself from everyone whenever he needs like one hour of alone time? that would-#-feel like a big piece of the puzzle fitting into place for their conflict resolution and growth as characters. to me #and I think they deserve to have all the tied-up-loose-ends and resolved-conflicts and character-growth in the world.

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dipplinduo · 10 days

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So....TTPD is out.

...how in danger are we?

Yes. ✌️🤍

#some updates are spared #others are not #laughing in S&S D #laughing in DIOH #laughing in angst #laughing in MY PEN IS CHARGED BRUH #little did you know your home's only really just a town you're just a guest in #the voices in his head called the rain to end our days of wild #pulled him in tighter rach time he was driftin' away my spine split from carrying us up this hill #stitches come undone #i can fix him no really i can #trust me i can handle me a dangerous man #say it once again with feeling #how the death rattle breathing #silienced as the soul was leaving #old habits die screaming #So I leap from the gallows and I levitate down your street #Is it a wonder I broke?#change the prophecy #cards on the table mine play out like fools in a fable #theres so much more LMAOOO #do with those as you will #my fics #I am also debating writing an absolutely devestating oneshot just because I can #this album is lowkey my personality for the foreseeable future thanks taylor swift #you neVER MISS

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pa-pa-plasma · 2 months

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okay i just marathoned the entirety of ATLA live action & i might do an actual review of it explaining my thoughts more in depth, but the TLDR version basically boils down to this:

if you want to watch Avatar: The Last Airbender, just go watch the 2005 cartoon

#i was trying to keep an open mind & all that cuz of OPLA (my beloved) but. holy shit it was actually worse than i expected :/#like what were they thinking. did they use AI to write this or are the writers just like. really shitty #notes: they linger too much on random bullshit & refuse to move character development along #they tell when they should be showing & when they DO show it's for stuff that benefited from brief environmental storytelling in the OG #the plot drags so hard it was basically stagnant #there were some fun things but like. those things could've been funner if they'd been given the time other useless stuff was taking up #they changed so many minor details that really don't matter in order to make them more important #but this failed spectacularly because now there's just. stupid bullshit clogging up the plot??#instead of having 10 minute monologues 3 times an episode about plot irrelevant things #they should have taken a page out of the original's book & kept minor details to a minimum & focused on ACTUAL PLOT #SO MUCH CGI. LIKE I KNOW THEY NEED IT BUT COME ON. EVEN THE CHARACTERS?????? WHO ARE JUST STANDING THERE????????#they were given 8 hours & almost all of it was Aang angsting (lol) over being the avatar & not practicing actual bending #& then they ended the plot too early so they had to fill in the last like 20 minutes with something else #so they made up random lore that literally makes no sense. & overexplained all of it to the point i was blanking out from boredom #i think this is why i didn't enjoy Korra. they over explain the spirit world stuff & avatar powers & bending #that plus i just don't vibe with the aesthetic #being a writer is a curse because when i dislike something it's because i know exactly what went wrong & why #it's always with the analyzing & the judging & the internal note taking #even when i really try i can't just enjoy shit for fun

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bonerot19 · 22 days

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lots of angst…

how many bocces of tissue do I need to prepare 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

depends on whether or not I ever finish writing it 😪

it's called that bc it starts off with something very heavy happening to Jason (steph and jason are grabbed by black mask and he knows jason won't talk but he thinks he can make steph talk by hurting jason) and is, essentially, the bats feeling like shit and Jason wanting them to leave him alone and no one having any boundaries and Bruce assuming Jason will do something vengeful. also Roy is there but the more I learn about Roy outside of fanon, the more I hesitate to write JayRoy (but also I like iiiit)

and also Jason says: “But that’s the problem, Bruce. I keep my promises, but you never trust me. And you’re a liar, but I always believe you.”

#I-just-want-to-see #i have quite a lot written but I don't know how I feel about writing the literal opening scene #like #it's SA the thing that happens is SA and i thought about changing the plot to take that out but i think it makes the plot make less sense #so maybe I'll finish this one day #bc it has a lot of Jason being better than the bats give him credit for #and everyone always expecting the worst even when they think they arent #(jason is stuck in a collapsed building with black mask at one point and bruce tells him he has to save mask)#(and everyone is mad at him for telling jason to do that)#(but jason is mad that they would assume he wouldnt)#((bc he keeps his promises and he promised he wouldnt kill unless he needed to))#my fic!!#you see where all of the angst is tho

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essektheylyss · 2 years

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no more "fix-it fics". enough "everybody lives au". everybody DIES au. I could make it (canon) WORSE.

#this joke brought to you hilariously not by recent events but in fact rediscovering my old ffn fics from high school #they exist and are easily findable lol #and boyyyy have i not only really not change. but i have MELLOWED on the angst.#if you think my fics are rough now...#literally wrote MULTIPLE fics for a romance-oriented procedural where one or both of the leads died and someone else had to deal with that #hilarious. like. this was 'i know they're gonna get out of this tight spot canon left them in last episode. but what if they didn't. :3'#like say what you will about some of my sadder content but the characters aren't getting MURDERED #also went out of my way to write the cockblock rival LI sympathetically in one scenario #like this character was universally reviled. MEANT TO BE in fact. and several comments were just 'icb you made him impossible to hate'#me at all times: have you considered. this character is not evil. just trying their best and not favored by the narrative but like. fine.#and also do you want to talk about GRIEF?#would love to study my high school self like a bug. who was she. fuck if i remember lmfao #ANYWAY this is genuinely so funny #also damn ffn reviewers were brutal about update times lol #also were not shy about 'WOW this is so ooc' (they were wrong. to be clear. they were mad about a ship thing)#the writing was 'eh' but the specific aspect of the characterization they were mad about was not lol #but also uwu over some of the comments i was looking through last night #some of them were like 'wow someone said this about tiefling fic last week!'

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fandomwe1rd0 · 13 days

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Wrote some Rick and Morty angst and comfort having to due with Morty's trauma with Mr. Jellybean! This made me cry so I hope you enjoy it! :D

TW FOR SLIGHT SELF-LOATHING, WRITTEN DEPICTIONS OF PANIC ATTACKS, FLASHBACKS TO ATTEMPTED R**E, AND SLIGHT SELF-HARM UNDER THE CUT

Morty felt his palms sweat as he went to that damn world again. He looked around. He hated it. He hated seeing everyone mourn their "king" did they even know what kind of sick fuck he was? Why did Morty even let Rick drag him here? Why did he have to be a puppet? Why couldn't he just think for himself for once in his goddamn life? Rick was right. He really was just a piece of shit. He kept seeing Rick sneak glances in his direction. Did he really think Morty wouldn't notice? How stupid did he think Morty was? Rick said "You sure you're ok being here?" Morty crossed his arms "Will my answer matter either way? You won't care. You just need your human camouflage." Rick jolted "Jesus Morty, who pissed in your cheerios this morning?" Morty rolled his eyes "Just shut up Rick." And Rick did. He finally did something Morty wanted for the first time in his entire goddamn life. In the 6 years they've known each other, he only did something Morty wanted now. What an amazing grandpa. Morty scoffed, rolling his eyes.

Then Morty stopped in his tracks when he saw a statue of Mr. Jellybean. A million thoughts were running through his head. He breathed heavily and quickly started hyperventilating. Rick stopped, looked back at Morty, and quickly ran back to Morty, leaning down to his eye level as his voice softened "Morty?" Morty felt tears form. Rick reached his hand out "Morty are you ok...?" Rick's voice became drowned out. Tears started streaming down his cheeks, the flashbacks hitting him like a slap to the face as he muttered under his breath "N- no...no...no....no....no....no..." He remembered Mr. Jellybean slamming his head into the sink and saying "Stop fighting me! Just let this happen." His chest rose and fell as his heart was beating so fast, Morty thought it might explode. He roughly grabbed his hair. He couldn't stop remembering it. He remembered Mr. Jellybean shoving him onto the toilet "Stop being such a fucking tease you sweet little twat!" Morty started roughly pulling his hair, desperate to stop reliving it, he started muttering under his breath "Please...no....I-I don't...I don't want this....stop...please...."

He felt something touch his shoulders, then he heard a voice cut through "MORTY!" He remembered the way Mr. Jellybean messaged his shoulders and he pushed the person, roughly, to the ground "DON'T TOUCH ME!" He saw that he just pushed Rick to the ground.

Morty was hyperventilating, then his legs felt as heavy as lead, then he fell to the floor, shaking. "R-R-Rick I-I'm so sorry..I...I didn't mean t-to I-I just..." Rick said, "It's...it's fine Morty." Tears stung Morty's eyes as he hugged Rick tightly, crying into his chest. He hated the way that hugging Rick always calmed him down, even if it was just by a little. Ugh, why did he have to be so pathetic? He felt Rick's body tense up, as Rick awkwardly, but weirdly comfortingly stroked Morty's hair and patted his back. Morty kept hyperventilating, and Rick calmly said "Breathe Morty...take a deep breath." Morty took a deep breath, and after a few minutes, he wiped the tears from his eyes "I think I'm..." he took a shaky breath "I think I'm ok now..thanks Rick..." Rick smiled as he ruffled the boy's hair and kissed the top of his head, eliciting a giggle from the young boy. "Don't mention it, Morty, it's whatever, y'know I don't even need the materials from this dimension that bad, but you haven't eaten all day," Then Rick got up and stretched out his hand "How about we get some Shoney's pancakes?' Morty wiped some tears from his eyes and he sniffled as he took Rick's hand, then Rick helped him up "That...sounds nice..." Rick opened a portal and gestured towards it, Morty walked through it, Rick destroyed the statue of Mr. Jellybean, and followed Morty.

#morty smith #rick sanchez #rick and morty #rick c137 #rick #and #morty #soft Rick #Protective Rick #No more will Rick slap Morty during panic attacks #He has changed #Now he will comfort his grandson #Like a real grandpa #fuck mr. jellybean #i hate mr. jellybean #mr. jellybean #DO NOT TAG THIS AS RICKORTY #I JUST WANTED TO WRITE SOME WHOLESOME ANGST AND COMFORT #IF YOU TAG THIS AS RICKORTY I WILL FIND YOU

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ihatebnha · 2 years

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I like to think that Bakugo gets sympathy pains it's my favorite comfort headcanon lmao

god.... shut up.... shut up right now... you don't even know what this does to me and if ur not careful... ur gonna unleash the caitie-needs-to-put-her-head-in-a-pillowcase-forever demon. literally. LITERALLY.

I've definitely spoken about it before, not necessarily sympathy pains, but about how Bakugo like... viscerally reacts to your pain. I can't seem to find the posts for the LIFE of me (which is upsetting), but it's one of my fave headcanons too, how in pain he is when you're in pain.

In some cases, it can be really annoying for a man to try and overshadow your sickness with their own... but for Bakugo, he's truly just so upset that he can't make you better INSTANTLY that he physically starts to ache. Gets so nervous and antsy that he either has to work or exercise off all his steam or just... lay in bed with you to see for himself that you're okay.

So yes, my god, YES!!! Can't get sick without him nearly falling apart. Probably knows it's all in his head but still can't seem to shake the symptoms he gets when he's not by your side to watch and take care of you.

It truly gets to the point where he gives up and is just like, "I have period cramps so I'll be working from home all week except for patrols. Bye." askdlfkaksdljf

#bakugo #sorry to change the subjects i am just bonkers abt this #if ur sick he's sick tho #staying tf home #running around with whatever u have but still refusing to stop caring for u bc he knows it's a lie #and ive talked abt this before but i think it would be really easy to torture him through you #like someone with a voice or shapeshifting quirk recording audio of being hurt #and making him listen #ajkdskfkasdjjlk THE ANGST #ive always wanted to write that and still do but i never sorted out the timeline #i should try again #anyway #sorry again askjdhfaldskljl #ask #anon #caitie things #im so sad i cant find my previous thoughts on this #i coulda sworn it was on my masterlist #periods tw

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gale-force-storm · 1 month

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On this, the day after the Ides of March, I find myself thinking about ambition, a la Marc Antony's eulogy in Julius Cesar. And when thinking about ambition these days, I think of Gale. More specifically, I couldn't stop thinking about Tav giving a very similar speech, in the event that Gale did sacrifice himself.

He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Mystra says he was ambitious; And Mystra is an honorable god. He hath for a year locked himself away For fear of causing harm with his mistake: Did this in Gale seem ambitious? He never took, but pleaded for our help: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Mystra says he was ambitious; And Mystra is an honorable god. You all now know that privately one night I asked him not to take a godly crown To which he acquiesced: was this ambition? Yet Mystra says he was ambitious; And, sure, she is an honorable god.

#bg3 #gale dekarios #i rewatched that video i linked and just could not get the idea out of my head so here we are #also i realize the crown convo happens after the moonrise fight but like. the crown imagery matched up with the original #and also i was trying to keep up the iambic pentameter and once i got it to fit i didn't want to change it. way too much work lol #shakespeare #my writing #kinda anyways #i don't usually do angst so enjoy this rare foray

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sack-thing · 3 months

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Quickly re-read a part of Lylia and Edan's post-game story and there's this scene with Hurdy and Princess Fiona that I like actually. ;A;

it's the kind of interaction that only came to me at this moment because there just weren't the circumstances for it in the main story. Like, Hurdy gets his memory back at the end of main story, now he remembers who he was, who the Black Knight was, learns that the latter was killed by his own son; he remembers that before leaving with the Black Knight years ago, they did share their discoveries and ambitions about miasma/the unknown element to the king but he didn't care basically, so they left with their own means. And so now Hurdy's there all alone, his friend died in such a tragic way and he's haunted by the ten past years of his life that are lost, and by lingering confusion caused by his previous amnesia and the split personality he went through during that time.

Should he be happy to see Fiona, the king's daughter?

#random thoughts #the angst #yes Hurdy getting his memory back isn't canon we just don't know what comes of him #anyway idk when i'll resume writing this story bc if i'm pragmatic i shouldn't do it for now #since i'm focusing on main story again and changing a few things that may impact post-game a bit #and also i think i would lose track of the inspiration and coherence if i went on two different things at the same time

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whumpacabra · 7 months

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Day 7 - Radio Silence

Bombing mention, military setting, teammate captured, assumed death of a teammate, adult character referred to as kid, angst

[Directly follows Wolf Down]

Comms-off ops were freeing in a way Ghost had forgotten.

It wasn’t that he disliked working with Wolf or that he thought the apprentice was slowing him down. (On the contrary, he thought keeping the young gun around was improving his own instincts and skills). He simply…forgot how comforting the silence was.

No sitreps, no copies, no static crackling at his peripheral - just night air and blood on his hands. There was something primal about it, something that reminded him he was no avenging angel working to remind wicked men why they should fear the shadows.

He was just another weapon with a price.

And weapons didn’t have to think, didn’t have to worry - he just needed to complete the job and move on.

Perhaps that’s what motivated him to be so ruthlessly efficient that night. Kill the guards. Enter west wing of compound. Descend placing charges. Set the fuse. Return to the surface.

Watch the world burn.

And repeat.

Their targets were spread across hundreds of hectares, but the flat desert plains let the crack of shattered concrete and screams of warped rebar echo like fiery thunder in the distance.

Ghost had cleared the south bunkers with time to spare. Time in blissful, terrifying silence with nothing to do but pace the rendezvous point and admire his work from afar.

Ten minutes passed. Then twenty.

His pacing intensified, his track making a rut in the sandy soil beside the freeway. Wolf should have finished by now.

His apprentice was more than competent- he wasn’t supposed to worry about him, even if the kid wasn’t good at what he did, but -

Ghost had a bad feeling about this, something heavy and cold sinking in his gut.

He flicked on his comms, pulsing his connection in the static. He couldn’t risk speaking on the channel but Wolf should recognize the coded message -

“Bravo-1, we’ve got confirmed survivors at the north end.” English snapped, loud and clear over the dim static. The ice in Ghost’s gut coiled tighter. “Exercise caution - it’s believed a hostile is still on the scene. H through K have been evacuated but over watch has no eyes on potential hostiles past G.”

“Solid copy, Hera. Bravo team inbound - few minutes out.” The American man’s voice grew dark with a chuckle. “I take it you want him alive?”

“Correct, Bravo-1. No field executions tonight.”

Ghost shuddered, the chill of the desert night not responsible for the ice seeping into his veins. Wolf was down - dead or otherwise (dead would be a mercy, a relief, a miracle he didn’t deserve - )

Ghost couldn’t reach him in time. Bunker G was too far, and he could already hear the distant churn of helicopter blades. He repeated his desperate, subtle message.

“Wolf, are you broken?”

If his apprentice was alive he would answer. If his apprentice was alive Ghost would come for him, against all odds, even if failure was guaranteed.

If he answered.

If he was alive.

The static was still only punctuated by snappy English orders and the barking replies of loyal dogs. No response code. Not even a verbal acknowledgment - the kid had to know he was already made, why not speak? Why not respond to his mentor’s increasingly desperate question?

Ghost knew why - but he wasn’t ready.

He wasn’t ready to bury that kid yet.

Ghost sat on the side of the highway until the first violet threads of dawn began to crest over the eastern horizon. He didn’t care that he would be easy to pick out if the targets were doing a perimeter sweep. He just kept clicking his mic, the coded message repeating over and over and over.

“Wolf, are you broken?”

[Directly before Three Too Many]

(Part of my Freelancers: Swansong series)

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nerosdayinanime · 1 year

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Sanemi & Giyuu were about 16-17 when they both individually went on an undercover mission in the Kaze no Kuni capital city, they henged/disguised as fake personas Kazura (vaguely derived from kaze, wind) and Nakuu ('to lose')

Kazura is supposed to be darker skinned + two-toned eyes like that of Kazan no Kuni descendants & is sensible and confident but lazy, Nakuu has a hairstyle + facial shape from Mizu no Kuni & an outgoing enthusiastic and pretty sly personality

Giyuu put some particular effort into his disguise and really got into the character he was playing up, he also had fun with it where he could- and thats how he met Kazura. i dont have or really want specifics of why where how or such bc it ruins the imaginative bit of it ig? but while they were on the mission they were meeting up, they both knew the other was disguised but neither pried about it. they fell in love a bit, however it means, but as Nakuu's namesake they were never going to last. it was a mission and when it was done they would leave for home and never meet again.

but then they did :)

at 19 sanemi and giyuu had a political marriage arranged(forced) by Kyogo being a greedy fuck and wanting more trade from the Tomioka, in both the Happy & Broken marriage paths giyuu's the one who notices sanemi acting the same way as kazura in some ways and realizes the two are one in the same. In the Happy marriage its a thought that brings a smile to his face and a jest about how they fell in love twice, in the Broken marriage its only twice the heartbreak after the apathy sanemi regards him with and the loneliness that consumes him

#kny clan au #kny clan au: arranged sanegiyu(Fluff)#kny clan au: arranged sanegiyuu(Angst)#Kazura & Nakuu #i like hurting giyuu<3 but i also want to be nice & im indecisive so Multiverse type shit like this happens #im trying to proper Write out the story i have but my skill isnt up to par with my vision. i'll post it anyway when im done tho bc i want t #Share the story and talk & think more about it bc its Fun #the idea for this actually came earlier before i thought of the arranged marriage bit- its the sngy mission meeting thing but changed #slightly with the timeline of the marriage(19) & sanemi murking kyogo(21)#in the orig they were older & i also didnt have the idea of major civilian cities/villages for the shinobi to do stuff in #also in the angst path sanemi isnt abusive like kyogo is hes just neglectful & since giyuu was essentially completely cut off from his #normal amount of casual affection and reassurances to Literally Nothing + the looming threat of kyogo's ire + different biology #he has no support aside from Nagisa(who is trying her damn best) and it wears on him mentally ykno?#then the one person he THOUGHT loved him turns out to actually not love *him* so it turns into a fantasy he desperately clings to.#just *someone* to love and support him for being *him* and not some character.#oh almost forgot to tag #sanegiyuu #also to be specific abt the arranged marriage part kyogo forced the tomioka's hand(marry or we decimate you & still get the trade routes<3)#but giyuu volunteered in place of tsutako. he wasnt against the idea of marrying but everyone was fearful of the shinazugawa's culture #and sent Nagisa with him as like. a helper. idk if it has a name. shes a beta well versed in medicine & secondary sex stuff so giyuu's not #COMPLETELY alone to deal with that surrounded by a bunch of people who know nothing about it. theyre formal with eachother as Tomiokas #but to the Shinazugawa they seem really close. mountain pass/southern culture is Very different. more communal and close-knit to #deal with the harsh environment of the mountains/cold

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barbieaiden · 11 months

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if i made a sim story it would either be boring gay fluff or the most dramatic mentally ill thing ever with 15 tw for every part

#or both in waves #both might be good tbh #i'm not saying i will. but i COULD #i get worried about not being able to churn parts out fast enough but then again #it feels like a stupid reason to not do something i keep wanting to do #like a big issue in the past was that i had a tendency to restart any writing related project all the time #because i lost interest and wanted to change a bunch of things #but i honestly think the aiden universe has been pretty static lately #like i add things but i don't drastically change already existing things #you know #i guess i'm also worried about it not being very interesting because the basic concept of the universe is just like.#there are people. they have problems. for the most part they're just friends #with some angst and some interpersonal drama thrown in #i mean i find their arcs interesting enough obviously but.#sigh

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hubrishazard · 5 months

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If its true that 15 got therapy offscreen while living a domestic life as 14 then I think that's a cop out. Sorry

#dw spoilers #doctor who spoilers #ultimately its not a big deal since this show's plot is all over the place always anyway #but if the implication is that living a 'proper normal domestic life' is basically therapy? then im booing that #outside of how its resolved though #the potential decision here to resolve the time war ptsd arc is interesting and i feel like its a good idea #like after so long of the doctors character being so heavily informed by that trauma #changing up some of the fundamental-but-still-changeable aspects of the doctor helps keep the show interesting. keeps it evolving #in an ideal world the 'resolving time war ptsd' arc would be a whole season long and full of catharsis and angst #but if he just wants to do it offscreen so he can jump right into a new era of the show then i can see why #after writing 4 entire seasons of dr who heavily informed by the time war ptsd

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suspiciouslackofclowns · 2 years

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Giving something a name is the hallmark of becoming attached, and Steve knew he had a reason to proceed with caution when Billy brought “Miss Whiskers” in off of the street. When he said that he was just going to clean her up, that he’d try to re-home her once she was in better shape.

Every bone in Steve’s body was against the idea when he saw the sickly little kitten for the first time. He’s always considered himself an animal lover, though he’s more partial to dogs than anything else, so that’s not the reason for his wariness.

Steve knows that Billy is a cat person. He also knows that his boyfriend, bless his heart, loves so fiercely and without abandon that sometimes he winds up hurting himself in the process.

So, yes, Steve approaches the situation with a great deal of caution.

The first day is fine. The two men spend the afternoon hovering over the kitten, bathing her and checking for fleas. Cleaning her face and feeding her ever so carefully with a syringe full of goat’s milk, which they learned is a safe substitute for kittens to drink after some research.

Miss Whiskers, aptly named for her long, scraggly whiskers, is clean and cozy on her first night in their apartment.

Deathly thin, but still. She’s purring and Billy looks so happy swaddling her in a fluffy blanket, so Steve is content. He starts to consider how to go about training Whiskers to not scratch the furniture in the future. Thinks about buying a litter box and scheduling for her to get her shots at the vet, just because he can never say no to Billy. Especially not when he gets so excited.

But Billy also has abandonment issues. It occurs to Steve that maybe he should really learn to say no to his boyfriend more often, even when it feels like the wrong thing to do.

The second day is spent in grief.

Something vicious stabs at Steve’s soul when he and Billy are sat on the back porch, looking out at the grass as the wind gently swishes the blades together. Neither of them acknowledge the fresh patch of upturned dirt near the base of the wall at the other end of the yard.

“I’m sorry, Billy,” Steve coos. He reaches around the blond’s shoulders and gently draws him into an embrace. “You gave her a good last day. She got so many pets and kisses that she wouldn’t have gotten without you.”

The blond sniffles. His shoulders shake with it, and his tired eyes are red and still streaming with tears when Steve looks at him.

He’s never seen him cry like this before.

“She didn’t deserve to die,” Billy rasps.

“I know, love.”

“She wasn’t even… here for that long.” Billy squeezes his eyes shut and leans into Steve’s shoulder. “She was so little, Stevie. She didn’t get to enjoy her life at all.”

He tightens his fist in Steve’s shirt, and the brunet wraps him up in a tight hug. Shushes him and rocks him back and forth as the sobs rattle out of him, broken and raspy.

“At least she had someone love her before she moved on, right? I’ve never seen someone fall in love with a kitten so fast.”

That earns a sad laugh.

“Yeah.”

“Whiskers is a lucky girl, if you ask me.” Steve cards his fingers into Billy’s hair. “You would’ve made her the happiest cat who ever lived, baby. Today just wasn’t her day.”

Billy’s breath hitches and he grips Steve tighter. They sit there for a while, just until Billy has calmed down enough to relax his hold and regulate his breathing again.

Steve takes him out for a burger and a milkshake that evening, and smiles when the blond insists on sitting beside him in the booth.

They’re inseparable for the rest of the night. Even after they’ve gone to bed, Billy is tucked into Steve’s chest, arms and legs wrapped around him like a koala. And maybe it’s a lapse in judgment that causes the brunet to have these thoughts, but…

He’s pretty sure they’re going to spend their next night off combing the streets for strays to keep.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #tw death #tw pet death #tw grief #hurt/comfort #fluff and angst #sorry to do this to y’all #but this just happened to me and this is how I cope #crying so hard rn that my brain is on fire #ficlet #drabble #Billy’s a cat person you can’t change my mind #my writing

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