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pokenimagines · 1 year

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NSFW Volo | Fic | Idk if this is too vague but can I get something with Volo lovingly bullying and teasing his SO and they get fed up and turn the tables on him?

This is pre mental breakdown on Volo's part, so enjoy. Also ehem...kabedon...KABEDON!

Warning: This is NSFW so if you’re under the legal age or uncomfortable with content like this, please skip over this one! Content Warning: Dry Humping, Thigh Riding, Teasing, Kabedon

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NSFW Volo: How the Turn Tables

Volo was, essentially, a charming asshole. He loved getting a rise out of you whenever he could. Just last week he had pulled you into his chest to help you "dodge" a wild pokemon. It was a Bidoof that was running around your legs. The entire thing had you flushed red as you tried stammering out a reply. Then he had the audacity to ask if you were running a fever and placed his forehead directly on yours to feel. You swore you could've fainted from just that alone.

Then yesterday, he was eating with you and noticed you had something on your hand. Volo grabbed your hand and licked a little bit of sauce off it before kissing the palm. You had frozen for a few minutes, not knowing what to do with this as he let you go. He then again tried to act concerned at your frozen state before commenting that you looked cute with a blush on your face.

Volo was slowly killing you, and you had no idea what to do about it. That's when you recalled something from back in your own world. A small trend that had circulated on a particular app, that you had a feeling would get a rise out of him. You had it all planned out as you waited for the next time for Volo to be in town.

It was late at night when you spotted him, sitting down by the cart, since Ginter had already retired to bed. This meant that poor Volo was having to deal with the night duty of watching the cart. Not that he had much to do since the village was relatively peaceful, so he just sat there and enjoyed the midnight air.

Everyone else in the village was asleep except for a few guards, but from where Volo was sitting it was a bit out of sight. So you walked over and crouched down in front of Volo, getting the man's attention.

"Ah, there you are...need to do a bit of shopping?" Volo asked, tilting his head with a smirk on his face. You chuckled and shook your head in response.

"Nah, I got the next day off, so I planned on relaxing...then I saw you and wanted to say hello." You said, pretending like you weren't going to do anything.

"And what did I do to deserve such an honor?" he asked, placing a hand over his chest.

"You were being you...however earlier today I was thinking about a trend that used to be big where I came from. Wanna see what it is? It's kinda like a game." You explained and Volo had his interest piqued.

"A game, from another world? You've peaked my curiosity." he said with a smile, sitting up a bit more, "Show me, please."

"Alright, so first you get both hands and entwine your fingers and make a fist with them both." You said, demonstrating it. Volo looked a bit untrusting as he did so, having a folded prayer hand pose, "Perfect, now you just stick your fingers up." You said, once again demonstrating.

Volo did so and the moment he did, you took your own hand and trapped his fingers in your grasp. You then pinned his arms above his head while you leaned closer to him. Your body was almost on top of his as you looked down at him. The position was something that you'd consider embarrassing, but the light blush on Volo's cheeks were worth it. You stuck out your tongue as you looked at him.

"I gotcha~" You sang, loving your mini victory over the man. Volo blinked owlishly at you as he processed what was doing on. Then he smirked, raising a knee and placing it between your legs.

"Are you so sure about that...you know you shouldn't start things you can't finish, especially not out in the open." Volo said, whispering the last part, as he leaned his face to be right against your ear. He blew some cool air into your ear, making you squeak and letting his hands go. You went to back up, but felt his hand wrapping around your hip as he dragged you to his lap.

"The guards never come by this area, you know." Volo said, his leg going between your leg as he pressed up against your sex. You groaned at the small amount of friction he was giving you. Your hips going to grind down on him as you tried getting more.

You covered your mouth, loving his Volo continuously rubbed his leg between your thighs, giving you just enough friction to drive you insane, "V-Volo...shouldn't be go somewhere else...?" You tried to fight back another groan as he placed his hands against your hips and pushed you further down onto him.

He relaxed his leg, sitting you down properly on his thigh now, "You were the one who started this...you do realize how crazy I am for you, right?" Volo said in your ear, moving your hips along his thigh and making you whimper. You knew he was a tease, but you didn't realize he wanted you enough to have you ride his thigh in plain sight. If someone looked out their window, they'd easily be able to see what was going on.

"D-didn't realize it w-was to this extent..." You said, panting as you felt a warm coil in your lower stomach.

"I know you're not dumb...but you might be a little dense." he said, taking one of your hands and placing it over his crotch. You could feel his erection straining through the fabric of his guild pants. You gasped at the size, realizing his cock was a bit larger then you thought; it shouldn't be too surprising judging by how tall Volo was.

You hesitantly ran your hand over his erection, rubbing his through the clothes. Volo bit his lip as he shook his thigh a bit, sending an almost vibration like feeling through you. You cursed under your breath, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried grinding against him some more.

"S-so good, Volo...almost there." You said, bucking your hips against his thigh. You didn't care if you were about to cum in your pants in the middle of the damn village, you were too horny and worked up to think things through. Volo chuckled at your desperate and needy expressions as you tried getting off on his thigh alone.

Then, like a fire coursing through you, the tension snapped inside of you. You had to bite down on your free hand in order to stop from making noises and alerting the entire village as to what you were doing. You groaned into your hand, trying to steady yourself with a few years in your eyes.

Volo bucked his hips into your hand before hissing. He grabbed your wrist and took you off him, "But you didn't finish...did you?" You said between short pants.

"As much as I'd love to, I have to be here for the rest of the night; I'd rather not make a mess in my pants." he admitted. HIs erection was almost painful, but he could probably manage. It was better than sitting in his own cum until the sun came up.

"You sure...we could go to my house or...?" You said, looking around, "I could uh...no it might be too public." You murmured the last part.

"Oh, what's on your mind?" Volo asked, already having an inkling.

"I could...suck you off..." You said, feeling bashful. Volo chuckled as he brought you down for a quick kiss.

"How naughty...but if you insist; we just have to be quiet about it. Wouldn't want a guard coming over and seeing my cock halfway down your throat." Now that had you shivering.

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sparkleboi24 · 2 months

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I need help crafting head canons and backstories for a BSD au I'm creating

I'm working on making head canons for a normal world no mafia no Ada or whatever au. For the most part I'm trying to take canon events and adapt them in a way where they could realistically happen, but for characters with more unknown or vague pasts I'm great for any HCs

Starting with Dazai, Dazai is not an orphan he was removed from his home by CPS when he was about 2. He was in the foster care system for a while, tossed around until he ended up in a home with Mori from ages 9-16. Mori was abusive, so Dazai ran away and lived in a shipping crate for a bit. Eventually he was taken in by Oda, who was a foster parent to mostly younger kids. He was there for 6 months but when he was out with Oda, Oda was killed in a mass shooting.

I know Dazai "improved" in canon after Oda died but I didn't give him a chance for this big long speech and there wasn't any reason for Oda to anyways, so Dazai completely spiraled after that. I have like a whole story written about that. But short things is his alcohol addiction got worse, he often spent days just not moving from Oda's grave and since you see him inject himself in season 5 and pop a pill in season 2, I have him experiment with drugs like fenty, shrooms, and heroin. Not addicted, just trying them out. Dazai is my most fleshed out in the au I'm creating, idk why.

Dazai bullies Akutagawa in school because of course he does.

Now for Chuuya I haven't finished stormbringer so my HCs for him might change. But.

He was also in foster care. I haven't fully fleshed out his life yet and I want some ways to integrate the sheep some how? But he entered the system when he was 8, I don't know why because I haven't finished storrmbringer. It varies from Verlaine killing his parents to them dying in a car crash so. Working on that. Verlaine went to a different home from Chuuya, he doesn't know him well he just hates him. I've been debating between having Kouyou be his sister or foster mother, but since I put Dazai with Mori I figured Chuuya could go with Kouyou and she'd just be a younger foster mom. I was also thinking I could find a way to make them in the same house? I really want the whole betrayal thing where Dazai leaves Chuuya and I thought it could be cool where Dazai left Chuuya in an abusive home to deal with it himself but I'm not sure, would it even make sense for him to have been with Mori?

Chuuya is in college, Dazai is struggling to get by. They still have their personalities obv so Dazai isn't like this sad mopey mess he's just a sad mess who mopes when he's alone and everyone doesn't really realize where he's at mentally

Mori has also fostered Yosano and Q, while having Elise as his bio daughter.

Atsushi and Lucy's backstories are basically the exact same as they are in canon

Akutagawa is homeless ofc, he just moves from place to place with his sister. His clothes are shit and he smells because he never showers so he isn't treated well at school. I'm tryna think if he'd go to college, also he's still got his terminal illness. I'm not sure how his need for Dazai's validation would come out in this au

Ranpo was adopted by Fukuzawa. His life was also basically the same. Yosano was also adopted by him.

I'm thinking Kunikida has a normal ass life with normal ass parents, just too much of an overachiever and on the verge of burnout but not allowing himself to burn out

Poe is rich. He was born rich, he's got money, that's all. I've got for him lol.

I'm trying to find ways to add the rest of the cast, I want to get all the characters in and get them lives and stuff made up.

If you have any suggestions to how I can expand this world I want to write fan fiction on it once I've fleshed it out a bit. Feel free to be like "actually no I dont like your idea, I think this would be better" because I'm open to any criticism on this, I just want it to be good and I'm not stuck on my ideas

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd au #alternate universe #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara

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blackheart-6 · 5 months

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dess-ember day 31/31

hi yall

today i bring my final entry!! i cant believe i made it

its a dess ref, but after the events of deltarune, where i imagine she will be freed

fun fact, i actually made the dess ref i still use exactly a year ago, so thats neat ^^

im not sure if I will keep this design for her being older (the age i usually draw her as is like 15 or 16), but i feel like it turned out okay

i made her a researcher (she researches things to do with souls and magic, things that exist in deltarune but arent really known about in my headcanons), but im unsure if it was the right choice. i imagine she got stuck with gaster in the code for a couple of years, but before that she didnt know what she wanted to do with her life. the way I see it, the gaster in the code with her is the one from undertale, so he has a lot of knowledge on magic and stuff, and learning about it was interesting and helpful for her, and after she got out she wanted to share her knowledge and learn more.

as i said, i dont know if this was a good choice of career, considering she wasnt really the type to become a researcher, but she also changed when she was in the code, so idk. i might change it later.

and for her design, i tried to keep her unruly look as much as possible, despite her job. i changed her hairstyle, keeping it short but giving her a side part and little hair pieces in front of her ears.

i also gave her glasses. i imagine shes needed them for awhile, but she didnt want to look like a nerd 😂 now shes just accepted her fate. i also gave her piercings on her ears, just as a callback to some of my older drawings of her, where i gave her piercings there too.

for her outfit, i gave her a pair of basic dress pants, and a turtleneck (because i love turtlenecks a bit too much lol). and then i gave her a green jacket/coat thing, cause i had to keep her with green, ofc.

and for accessories, i gave her a watch (to match with noelles watch), and i gave her a bracelet with noelles sweater colors. i also gave her a white ring on her left hand, because when i looked it up that was where aro rings were (i hope thats accurate lol).

and thats it, my final entry! its so weird that im here, i didnt think i would make it. i thought id get bored, or too busy, or run out of ideas or something, but i made it. there was a lot of struggle sometimes, and there was ideas i had planned that i never got to, but i feel like it really helped me, having this month. ive definitely gotten better at drawing dess, and i feel like my anatomy and posing had gotten better ^^. though, i dont know if ill do this again. it was difficult, and next year ill be in college, so i might be too busy. i guess we will just wait and see 😁

during this month, ive also thought a lot about dess in general. i have so many thoughts and ideas involving her, yet we still have such little knowledge on her. its weird, i have this whole dess created, but one day she will become obsolete, and we will see who dess actually is. i dont know how to feel about it. but, until we actually see dess, i plan to keep drawing my dess, and i might keep drawing her after we see dess, it just depends. even if im nervous to see her, i cant wait either!

but thats enough of my ramblings, im sure nobody read all that, so for a tldr, i just talked about why i designed older dess like that, my thoughts on my dess-ember, and my thoughts on dess ^^

i hope yall have a wonderful new years!! 🥳🥳

#art #my art #digital art #deltarune #dess holiday #deltarune dess #december holiday #deltarune december #dess-ember #dess-ember day 31

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1d-trashcan · 11 months

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hello!!

i was just going through your blog and you have mentioned a anxiety disorder a few times, i do not really know anything about it so if you want to please educate me on this concept, if you dont wanna its all good. just know i am here if u wanna talk any time :)))))))))

HI!! I absolutely wanna educate you, thanks for asking :) This is suuuper long though, I'm so sorry :´(

There's a few anxiety disorders out there but the most common ones are social anxiety disorder or panic disorder, and then there's GAD which is short for Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and I have GAD.

Stress and anxiety is an evolutional response to danger more commonly known as fight or flight, which is the sympathetic nervous system being activated. GAD is the body being stuck in fight or flight mode, whereas social anxiety, for instance, generally means that the sympathetic nervous system kicks in in social environments (like a phone call or meeting a person).

GAD, usually presents as excessive worry about anything and everything. My grandmother will cough and my brain will think "she has lung cancer and she's dying". When I didn't know I was ill I was basically living in a nightmare. I've had a lot of therapy so nowadays I can identify it as an anxiety thought and ignore it. Some days I can't shake them, and those days are just bad anxiety days. And I can either power through it or I can take anxiety medication, but I can't work on those because they make me really drowsy.

You can develop GAD at any age, really. All it takes is being under extreme stress for a period of time, I think the criteria is like 6 months or something. There are differential diagnoses like chronic fatigue syndrome, ADHD/ADD, bipolar disorder and clinical depression that have to be excluded that early on, though. It's fairly easy to treat if caught early. It's hell, but they'll most likely have you on antidepressants and or something that helps you sleep and give you therapy. Therapy will help you deal with your triggers through cognitive behavioural therapy, exposure therapy (where you're literally exposed to your trigger/fear in a controlled environment) and that will in theory treat the disorder. You're never gonna remove anxiety because it's a survival instinct, but you're basically telling your brain that it's overreacting, and if you get help early you can actually be cured.

I have GAD because I was bullied between ages 10-16, and there's also a probability that my parents' divorce started the whole thing. The problem was that I didn't get proper help until I was 19 and I didn't even meet with a psychiatrist until I was 25 (I'm 29 now). I'm never gonna be cured, we're basically just looking for ways to help me live WITH my anxiety. I just have too many triggers and my body is too used to being in this state that there's currently no way of fixing it.

GAD sometimes comes with executive dysfunction which is where you just physically can't do things. It's a very common ADHD symtom as well. You know you need to do it but you can't, and it essentially becomes a handicap. My most common triggers for executive dysfunction is school work of any kind, opening my mail or important phone calls. In Sweden this is actually recognized as a handicap, which means that I can get help faster. But I have to make the call, which I can't do because of my anxiety so idk how foolproof that safeguard is. I'm on sick leave right now because of extreme stress (it could be chronic fatigue syndrom, but it's too early to tell rn) and now my executive dysfunction is everywhere, so like showering, cleaning my flat or making food is extremely tough and usually doesn't happen, so I have to take shortcuts (like eating at my parents' house, not washing my entire body and only cleaning small parts of my flat a a time).

Apart from being afraid anxiety triggers a lot of physical responses in your body because it is designed to keep us alive. If you have social anxiety you might have issues with your stomach (like stress pooping or nausea) when you have to engage with others or even, like, ride a train. GAD patiens almost always have chronic IBS (irritable bowel syndrome) and muscle pains because our bodies are constantly preparing for flight. I have really bad chronic muscle pain in my neck and upper back which leads to tension headaches. So on any given day, I'd rate my pain at a 5, and that's just. A thing I have to live with.

Physical activity generally alleviates the pain and the endorphins from workout are really beneficial but you can't exercise GAD away. It's just something that helps.

I'm on a high dose of antidepressants, antihistamines to make me sleep and quetiapine/seroquel, which is a mood stabiliser that basically reduces my executive dysfunction, and my medication is always gonna change depending on what my life looks like. Realistically I'm always gonna be on some form of antidepressant. I'm on SNRI's, which control the serotonin and noradrenaline in my brain.

Naturally, my serotonin is really low and my noradrenaline is really high, but in a healthy person the serotonin is high and the noradrenaline is low. The body typically restores the serotonin/noradrenaline levels during sleep, but my brain does the exact opposite so I just have extreme anxiety during the night, which is why I'm on medication to sleep bc otherwise I a) don't sleep and b) have terrible nightmares. I still have those nightmares, but the antihistamine I'm on is a muscle relaxant as well as an anxiety medication so it helps calm me down so I don't really remember my nightmares and it reduces my muscle pain by quite a bit. I still have bad nights that lead to bad days when I'm in a lot of pain. I sleep in a fetal position and tense up at night and I have a weighted blanket to help me relax so during those bad days I have trouble walking becausec my hip muscles are locked.

I think i basically covered everything. There's a lot more to it if you have any questions. I'm super open about this, and have been since I started therapy when I was 19 because I literally did not know I was sick until I was 17 and it took another two years to understand just how bad it was so I like to be as vocal as possible so people might find out and get help.

I'm SO SORRY for this long ass post though.

#GAD #generalized anxiety disorder #mental health #reddaysareforharry28 #ask

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apersonwholikeslotus · 1 year

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What about Jack and Alfred's relationship? Also, I really like your account :D

OKAY BUT LIKE; Jack was obviously born after Alfred had left. He was William's rebound kid like "oh well! Guess that one didn't work out might as well have another!" but like, a lot more bitter than I can sound through text. Y'know and then Will proceeded to not raise said rebound kid.

That's where Jack's resentment to Alfred starts. Because 'I only exist cause he isn't here'; then there is the William constantly praising Alfred despite acting like he hates him. So then poor Jack is even more confused because??? Do you want me to be nothing like him, or do you want me to be just like him??? or?????

Meanwhile; on the other side of the ocean Alfred is only vaguely aware of Jack's existence, like they don't have a relationship and any semblance of something Jack thinks is a relationship is one-sided on his part.

anyway, their relationship finally starts when Alfred sends Jack (who's probably like 8 btp) a Christmas present. Like out of nowhere, and Matt or Dylan or idk who is like "You need to send him a thank you letter". Jack proceeds to take two months to write this thing because friends, I've never spoken to him before. But eventually its sent. and Alfred decides instead of just letting it be? to send one back? and for like a solid year all of these letters are just 'thank you' 'it's not problem' 'well you took the time to send it' 'it really didn't take that much of an effort I'm just happy you like it' cause neither of them know what to say to each other?????

it takes awhile but eventually they get to other topics, just random things here and there. The letters are consistent but they are something; Jack goes from not liking/being indifferent about Al, to idk, thinking he's pretty cool? Like? He told dad to fuck off and got away with it??? what???? Alfred starts to think Jack is pretty cool too, like bro this kid is possibly the most metal ten yr old known to man?? And he gives dear ol' dad 2.3 heart attacks a day, which is super funny to Al. All good things must come to an end though, and at some point the letter pitter out. I'm thinking like sometime during the Spanish-American war, cause Al came out a super power and in a dick move promptly forgot about little old Jack. It was a two sided thing though, Jack became self-governing and Lord Father wasn't happy about it and basically kicked him out at the age of 13-ish; so he had bigger things to worry about.

Alfred showed back up during WW1 but not really long enough for them to do anything but acknowledge each other before Alfred was back to being an introvert.

WW2 rolls around, the US joins the war and Alfred shows up (begrudgingly) to help Jack and Liam, who are in my hc about 16 and 12. England was very worried about them. Now, Jack is angry about stuff, and he's so worried about keeping Liam safe, and I haven't talked to Mattie or dad or uncle Dylan or Uncle Angus in weeks are they okay???? So despite the fact that for at the very least a few months they're together 24/7 they don't really bond; Jack is stuck between "I need to protect Liam" and "I don't know what I'm doing, I can't protect myself much less someone else" that he just ends up being mad and stubborn while Alfred who's instincts have already added these two children to his Protect At All Costs list is just confused because??? I'm just trying to keep you two safe why do you hate me???

eventually the war ends (thank god); now Liam during the war just added Alfred to his list of People To Cling To Randomly. Alfred was at the bottom of the list albeit, but he was on it. Jack however just got wary of Alfred. He was trustworthy sure, but, this whole thing was technically his first impression of Alfred. and in the middle of a war is not the best time to get a first impression.

by the time the mid-fifties rolled around Alfred in-between stare offs with Ivan decided it was time to actually spend time with his younger two siblings. and this my friends, is when Alfred and Jack finally became the crackhead duo they are; it's not perfect it's really not. But they do get along pretty well, they get in the stupidest arguments like how to make the best pb&j or who Matthieu likes more. Jack rambles about animals for 45 min straight while Alfred listens intently then Alfred rambles about space for 45 min straight while Jack listens intently. It's the only time either of them can sit still that long. combined they give dear ol' dad 4.6 heart attacks a day. There will always be the age gap obviously, and there'll always be the over-arching problem of William and his favoritism. but idk, I think they'll be ok.

#this is so long #and very possibly not coherent #but here we go #aph australia #hws australia #aph america #hws america #hetalia #hetalia hc #anglo-family #the crackiest heads #also thank you!!!#I'm so glad you do

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binickandros · 7 months

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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @staceymcgillicuddy. Thanks!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

42! I have more on ff.net.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,612,657. She a chatty bjtxh.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

rn just Stranger Things, but in the past I've written for Criminal Minds (that's sort of...ongoing, I guess), L&O:SVU, The X-Files, Sailor Moon, Doctor Who, Supernatural, Sons of Anarchy, The Stand, and Homicide: Life on the Street. Also there's my roosthoard crackfic.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Sharp as Nails, Soft as Honey (hellcheer)

You've Earned It (Barba/Carisi from SVU)

Longing (Juice/Chibs from SoA)

Come With Me Tonight (Juice/OC, SoA)

The Space Between (hellcheer)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! Sometimes I forget and then I feel awkward replying like ages later. I never replied to a bunch on Space Between and feel bad about it. :/ So now I try to respond right away bc I want ppl to know how much I appreciate their support.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

None of my fics end angstily. They might have angsty events, but everything always resolves happily. I write fic to fix shit, not to make it worse!!

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Ummmmm...lol! Probably the sort-of crackish sequel to Come WIth Me Tonight, Under My Skin. Juice, Chibs, and my OC move to a Greek island and raise goats and bees and have sex all the time. What could be better??

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not lately, but Come With Me did get some bullshit, mostly bc the SoA fandom didn't like the idea of a more submissive Juice Ortiz (dumb, frankly), and they just in general like to hate on OCs.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yup. Didn't start until my spn fic, Half of Something Else, but since then yeah. Most of them have had smut. Sometimes it's more vanilla, but I usually do prefer to play with power dynamics. Some have outright D/s stuff goin on, but I usually don't get that "formal" with it.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I've got the crack-ish roosthoard fic, which I plan on turning into a series, and once I tried to write an X-Files/CriMi but couldn't really get anywhere with it. So usually no, I don't.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know. I'm not popular enough, which is fine w me.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I was about to say no, but then I remembered back in the day someone translated my Sailor Moon fics. So yes!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Sort of? Like, not officially, but nearly everything I write these days is at least partially co-written with @tonybourdain

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Oh gosh. Ummmm...okay, either Jon/Aryn from Farscape or Jaime/Claire from Outlander.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Oh geez. I want to finish my Stand fic SO badly, but idk if it's gonna happen. Also my SoA fic Get You In. I know what I want to happen, but writing it is the hard part. :/ But the one I know I'll probably never finish is Collide, my SVU fic. Like the other two could get finished some day, but that one? Prob not.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, esp banter. I think I'm pretty funny. Also giving my sentences and paragraph a certain rhythm. I have a good ear.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I get stuck in ruts. Like repeating myself a lot.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've done bits and pieces of other languages in my fic, but if I needed anything more complex or longer, I'd get someone who spoke whatever language to help me.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Homicide: Life on the Street, I think. Then very shortly after that, The X-Files. Or maybe vice versa I don't remember.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I really really love my spn fic Half of Something Else. There's this whole bit that takes place near a swamp that I just adore. But also my SoA magnum opus, Come With Me Tonight. I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into that baby.

Right now I'm really enjoying my current hellcheer WiP, With Teeth. I think it's gonna be good.

I'm gonna tag @anniecrestaodairs, @prosopopeya, and @lightsaroundyourvanity

#tag games #musings of a writer

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strawberrycircuits · 1 year

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So is totk another reincarnation or like next Wednesday of botw?? How did thr environment and tech change so much xddd? Oh wait there could be multiple islands or something.

What are the explanations for shrines? Like they're just there for link to rave in

The trifecta or something like those three triangles are what i most see associated with loz. What did they represent??

Which variation of loz game first introduced you to it? Which is your fave?

If link and Finn adventure time met would they be best friends yes or no. Answer THIS ONE now1 bye

GOD BLESS YUOUUUUUU

-totk is a direct sequel to botw! iirc, totk started as botw dlc, but things got so Big they ended up making another game! we dont actually know how much time has passed between the two games, but there are a couple of things that point to it having been a few years.

>Tulin, who was a very young child (think 4 - 7?) in BOTW, is considerably older (10 - 13) in TOTK, as is riju (she went from being 11 - 14 to being 16 - 18).

>purah's age-reversal technology, which first accidentally made her revert to 6 years old in BOTW, has had its kinks worked out and shes back to looking like a very young adult

>major developments in various characters lives and in the various towns ALSO imply times progressed (zeldas moved in with link and has facilitated the creation of a school in Hateno, Paya is now chief of Kakariko, Sidon is engaged, etc etc).

so its not really the next wednesday after BOTW, its more like. a couple of years down the road. i like to think its been 6 years, just bc thats the actual gap of time between botws release and totks release and nintendo has based their game timeframes off of release dates before (splatoon does this a lot)

-if theres an explanation for the shrines in TOTK i donot know it yet <3 for BOTW, the calamity that strikes Hyrule is actually the 2nd time its happened. 10,000 years before botw, calamity ganon struck, and a link and zelda we dont know anything about managed to seal him away. the ancient sheikah of the time had the foresight to be like "omg what if he comes back" and so they made the shrines to help train whatever hero was around when ganon decided to come back in the future. idk why theyre just Gone in botw tho that shit sucks :/

-uaaah the triforce is so fuckinf weird. ok so its a wish making thing made up of 3 parts-- the triforce of power, triforce of courage, and triforce of wisdom (Woaoo spladfest!!!). if u wanna use it, you have to embody those 3 things, and u also have to be a mortal. if u DONT possess those three qualities, the triforce breaks and embeds whatever quality you embody most in you and the other two parts find people to shove themselves into instead. in skyward sword, link goes through a number of trials that help him develop the power, wisdom, and courage he needs, and he's able to make a successful wish. meanwhile in ocarina of time, ganondorf tries to take it, and he gets stuck with the triforce of power while the wisdom and courage parts go attach to zelda and link respectively. the triforce is a little. dumb i think </3 sorry

-my first legend of zelda was skyward sword, but i never got past the first ghirahim battle, so id just... keep restarting, playing to that point, and starting again. i was kind of obsessed with the opening and i would replay just to see the cutscene where Fi leads Link away to the sword in the middle of the night. I got farther in when i replayed it when i was older but i watched Chuggaconroys playthru all the way bc he loves the game as much as I do and shows u all avenues and details :]. my 2nd game was OOT on the 3Ds and i got to the fire temple and did a similar thing of playing thru the first bit and resetting to play over and over again. then beyond that ive played minish cap, twilight princess, hyrule warriors (wii u), wind waker, botw, and now totk. ive been a fan since i was 4-6, so ig ss/oot got me into it? but BOTW reaaally kicked things into high gear for me lmao. honestly what got me REALLY back into it was michpat6's aftermath series on ao3 because it completely recontextualized how i saw the series and its characters. my favorites are, in order; Skyward Sword, Breath of the Wild, Ocarina of Time, and the Minish Cap!

-ok waiot which. Link. heres wht i think hahehahea;

>wind waker: BESTIES they go on adventurs and be so silly togwtherr!!!! finn talks ab his parents and link talks abt his gma and sister!! they talk abt their nonhuman friends!!!! link shows him how to use the hyoi pears to astral project into the seagulls! bestieeeees!!!!!!

>twilight princess: not sure? TP link gets along great with weird ass kids but idk if that means he genuinely would like 2 chill w a weird ass kid like Finn aushjsa

>BOTW/TOTK: YES but she'd be much more mellowed than Finn. same shenanigans different demeanor yakno. also blond bitches w fucked up ripped off arms and sentient sword gang!!!!!!

>AOC: euurhhhg.no. i think he was a good bit more no nonsense pre calamity but then again he did eat rocks bc someone dared him to and ran like 2 miles bc got his motorcycle hijacked by zelda in this one so idk

>Skyward Sword: he'd be so sooo sweet and like. humor Finn? but unless Finn needed help w anything hed just gently turn down any offers to chill 2gether bc hes sooo focused on other things and the way his swords buzzing tells him he needs 2 get on it

>OOT: ok if hes a kid he'd think Finn is SO COOL but if its adult link i think hed see him as very annoying and would get on his nerves . idk oot link seems very frustrated at all times and like i cant blame him but i think his patience would be very very thin

>Majoras Mask: somewhere in the middle of adult and child links opinions. god knows how long that boys been in a timeloop i think he wouldve learned to appreciate the people around him more than he did as an adult shaped kid back in Hyrule but thats getting into Strawb's Meta Analysis Of Ocarina Of Time/Majoras Mask territory and that would take 5 billion years to explain so i wont here </3

>Minish Cap: tehy have hat. yes. also i read the manga for this one and he acts like sum sort of middle ground between finn and gumball watterson so uauhhhhh ya (nvn)b

>A Link Between Worlds: ok look. i havent played this game. i cannot tell u the plot. what i DO know is that theres this little freak dressed like a rabbit named Ravio who is bizarro Link from a reversed Hyrule called Lorule and im obsessed with him. anuways Ravio and Finn would also be alright buds and Ravio would like. totally cheer Finn on from the background but also he's stealin shit outta Finn's house sowwyyy

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soundscapesystem · 2 years

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i wish i had the money to afford real health care and the bravery around medical professionals to just be totally honest but i spend like. so much time trying to understand why my body developed so different than everyone else ive ever known including my own family.

idk. like theres some hypochondriac part of me that always thinks like "i have some SYNDROME i never got diagnosed with!!!" and i do think that COULD be true. another part thinks maybe its some form of intersexism i just never hear about or something. either way my brain always settles on "i think for some reason i dont got enough estrogen OR testosterone and i wish a doctor could test that and tell me why im like this and if its normal or if its dangerous and esspecially if it means im infertile cuz that would rule"

but idk this experience has always left me in such a strange space. like im trans masc but i really can relate to trans fem peoples top dysphoria because theres still a part of me that feels like a failed woman for still having the chest of a child. and this experience makes me really sensitive to conversations about how if a woman looks too young or short or shaves too much its infantilizing because i cant help it. im sorry i look young but i want to be seen as an adult because i am one. it makes me really relate to characters of like 300 year old characters stuck in a childs body cuz thats genuinely how i feel a of the time. people talk about what its like to be seen as young for your age but im 25 and got mistaken for 12 last week, and before that i was told you need go be at least 15 to get a job at some place i asked about, and before that i was told you cant get a gym membership until your 15. ive had people ask a partner out on a date with me holding their hand right in front of them because they thought i was a little sibling. like. its just really frustrating that no one takes me seriously when i talk abt how much it hurts. but everyone sees me as a child so most people dont take anything i say seriously anyway. like it makes my dysphoria feel so different than anything i hear other people talk about. because it hurts to be seen as a little girl, but it always hurts to be seen as a little boy, and id rather be seen as a grown woman than a little boy, because i am so hyperaware that i am physically incapable of looking like a grown adult man its actually LESS dysphoric to just look like a 16-18 year old girl than it is to look like a 12-14 year old boy despite being a 25 year old man. like. explaining that is so convoluted. like i really think if i took T it would not masculize me at all, it would probably just make me look like a woman in my 20s

#logan speaks

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seokjins-luigi · 2 years

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Hello! Can I request JK w/ 16. I was thinking along the lines of a fluffy drabble where both OC & JK have feelings for each other and one of them ends up confessing. But I actually don’t mind where you take this. I’m looking forward to seeing more writings from you! ☺️

If not for a cigarette

pairing ↠ jungkook x reader

genre ↠ (is this fluff??? idk, but i guess) fluff

word count ↠ 1.7k

warnings ↠ mentions of sex, language (if these themes aren't appropriate for your age, do not read it)

A/N ↠ sooooo, this is it, anon (: I hope you enjoy reading this one, I had a lot of fun writing it!! I ended up actually LIKING the result and I liked the vibe between the OC and JK here, if you guys enjoy it, maybe I'll continue writing about these two ~ thank you for requesting and I hope you have fun !! lemme know what you think ·｡^‿^｡ ·

“Are you fucking deaf, Y/n-ssi?! I told you I needed this shit ready by noon! Do you have a problem with punctuality?” You shut your eyes close, as your boss yells at you.

“You asked for over ten changes in the original project, Sajangnim, I didn’t have enough time finish-”

“You’re lucky this meeting was postponed, I hope the final project is in my email inbox by the end of the next hour”, he hisses as he interrupts you.

You nod, then lower your head in sign of respect. You hated this fucking man with every fiber of your being, but unfortunately, you had to pay him respects, since you needed this goddamn salary.

As soon as your boss leaves, your eyes find Jungkook’s, your colleague. You roll your eyes and he laughs silently, scrunching his nose, in the most endearing way, as he always does. He was the closest person to you in this goddamn advertising agency, the two of you bonded in between cigarette breaks over the last year. He told you he was really glad you were hired, because before that, he was the target of Cho Sangkyun-nim’s nagging.

“Cigarette break?” He mouths and you nod.

You walk towards the back door, that leads to a place where basically only smokers go. There wasn’t anything there, except for a bench and a tree. From the outside, it may not look as cozy as it is for you, but this place really became your safe space. Yours and Jungkook’s. The happiest memories you have since you started working at this agency were made exactly in this place.

You sit on the bench and light up your cigarette, taking a deep drag on it, closing your eyes and feeling the soft breeze of the spring afternoon. You can almost say you’ve forgotten about your boss’ scolding.

“Started off without me, huh?” Jungkook’s voice calls your attention as he walks towards you, sitting by your side.

You shrug and offer him one of your minty cigarettes and you know he’ll complain, because he prefers the regular ones. He usually runs out of his own in the middle of the night and never buys his pack in the morning, so he’s usually stuck with your minty ones during business hours.

“When will you become an adult and stop with these minty cancer sticks? You know they are just as bad as the regular ones, if not worse!” He grimaces, placing the cigarette between his lips.

You offer him your lighter and he just leans forward, so you could light his cancer stick, as he likes to call them. You can’t help but stare at his lips, as red and as inviting as ever. My god, that was so inappropriate, we’re almost friends.

“Well, Jungkook-ssi, you can always buy your own, y’know?” You jokingly state it, cocking one of your brows challengingly.

“Ohh, just cause Cho sajangnim treated you kindly earlier today, it doesn’t mean you have to take it out on me, ok?” He squints and takes another pull on the cigarette. “By the way, are you ok?”

“Sorry, I’m getting so used to that man yelling at me, that I think my natural response is to be rude with other people. That fucking pig!” You whisper shout the last part, in case anyone was passing by the back door, you didn’t want to be heard and Jungkook leaned in. “Do you know what he did to me? He sent me that fucking project yesterday at eleven pm. I got here today and started to do that shit right away, then he spent the entire morning sending me emails asking me to change so many things in the original design, it was humanly impossible to finish that shit on time. Ughhhh! Sorry, JK, I’m through with my TED talk, I just needed to vent out”

You run your free hand through your hair, not really for any particular reason, you were just besides yourself. Your boss is a fucking asshole, who constantly harasses you verbally and thinks it’s perfectly ok to treat his employees like shit.

Jungkook looks at you, a smirk hanging loosely on his lips. He takes another pull at his cancer stick and so do you, feeling a little more relaxed due to the nicotine. He is still looking at you in a funny way.

“What?” You ask him, squinting your eyes confusedly.

“Nothing, I- I was just thinking that there’s another way for both of us to relax a little… Healthier than cigarettes”, his smirk grows wider and you instantly remember that one night.

That one night in which both of you had a little too much to drink at the office’s Christmas party and you accidentally woke up in Jungkook’s bed. It took you several weeks to share other cigarette breaks with him after that and every once in a while he decides to get cute and joke about it. And every time he does that, you get flustered as if it was the first time.

“Oh my god, Jungkook! Will you ever drop this? I thought we agreed we’d forget about that…”

“I mean, that is kind of a big part of the problem for me… I don’t remember anything that happened'', he licks his lips, cigarette in between his fingers and you can’t look away. “Don’t you get curious?”

“I mean… I don’t know. I don’t think it’s very appropriate to think about my coworkers like that”, you say, trying to hide yourself behind your hand that held your cigarette, really focusing on not to blushing, because if you did, you’d give everything away and Jungkook would notice how much you do think about him like that.

In fact, since you’ve found out about his sleeve tattoo, that you saw once poking out through his rolled up sleeves, all you can think about is seeing the rest of it.

“Oh, yeah?” He challenges, as if he could see right through your bullshit. “Then, I’m a sick fuck, because I do think about you like that all the fucking time”.

You take an overly nervous pull at your cigarette, breathing out the smoke from your lungs as if doing so would help you. You look away from him, focusing again on the back door that leads back to the building, trying to focus on not jumping his bones right the fuck now.

“Specially when you wear this red lipstick to work and I see your cancer stick end stained with this red shape here”, he points to the lipstick mark stamped on the surface of the cigarette, touching his pointer finger on the back of your hand on its way back. “I can’t stop thinking how it would actually feel having your lips on me”.

You try to stop yourself, but you end up gasping anyway. Where is this coming from? You have no idea. But you like it.

“Are you implying that… You want to kiss me?” You ask him dumbfounded, after much effort to muster an intelligible sentence in your brain.

“Yeah, that too. I want to kiss you”, he laughs hoarsely. “But I also can’t stop thinking about you leaving those red lipstick marks all over my dick”.

“Jungkook, I don’t think it’s appro-”

“You don’t think it’s appropriate. I know. But here’s one thing you don’t know: soon, we won’t be coworkers anymore. I got a new job, so I'll get out of here in three weeks, therefore… It will not be a case of office romance, there’s absolutely nothing inappropriate about it, because I know for a fact you want it too, Cho sajangnim will not have the right to object… It’s the perfect scenario”.

“You got a new job? Ugh, I envy you”, you try. Yes, you’re nervous.

“Yeah, thank you for that, but… What do you say? Can I take you out on a date?” He looks at you with his beautiful dark eyes, blinking innocently, like he was feeling at least a bit nervous too.

“Uh- Sure”, you smile.

You don’t understand, you want to fuck him and kiss his forehead affectionately at the same time. You feel some sort of tingling in the pit of your stomach, but you try your best to play it cool. He’s hands down the most attractive guy that’s ever asked you out, this is certainly something that will boost your self esteem for the next 30 days. But at the same time, you’re kind of nervous too. You two work very well as friends, some sort of partners in crime, but… As fuckbuddies? Well, at least if things don’t work out, he’ll be gone in three weeks.

But deep down, you know you wish they do. Taking another pull, you look at him, waiting for him to say something.

“I gotta tell you, I was a little scared you’d say no…” He gets closer. “What about tonight?”

“So soon?” He nods, getting closer.

“Why not?”, he asks, getting dangerously close to you. So close, that you can feel his minty cigarette breath fanning against your face.

“I don’t know…” You shift on your seat, putting out your cigarette with your shoe. “I thought you’d give me some time to get used to the idea of going on a date with my friend. What if it gets awkward? We’ll have to see each other here everyday until you leave”.

“Y/n… Let’s just get one thing straight, I was never your friend”, he pauses, putting out his own cigarette now. “I had an ulterior motive since day one. It’s gonna be an extension of our cigarette breaks, but looser and I get to actually try my luck with you in the end”.

“Do you promise we won’t get uncomfortable?” You ask, not being able to take your eyes off his lips. You’d be lying if you said you don’t fantasize about the same things he does. “Cause if it gets awkward at some point, Imma go home, I’m not even joking”.

“I promise”, he answers looking you in the eyes, then he drags them down to your lips. “Just promise me one thing, will you?”

“Yeah?”, your voice almost faltering, you’re almost melting with his gaze.

“Promise me you’ll wear this very lipstick tonight”.

“You’re gonna get all marked up if I do”, you replied slowly.

“Please”, he beams.

With that, he gets on his feet, leaving your nervous self sitting on the bench, feeling like a teenage girl and probably looking totally whipped. It’s hard not to, when it comes to Jeon Jungkook.

“We’ve been out here for too long, Cho sajangnim’ll lose it if he notices you’re not at your desk”, he extends his hand to you and you take it. “We’ll leave the rest for tonight”.

#jungkook scenarios #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #fluff #friends to lovers #drabble requests #fanfic request #bts fanfic #amanda's random prompt list

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just-antithings · 2 years

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I think the weirdest thing about antis for me, is that I simply don’t understand their morality. I’m sure they have some (given on how insistent they are about being more moral than us proshippers), but like.

My entire morality is based on “does it hurt real people”. (And further, “does it hurt animals/the earth”)

I have no idea what antis base their morality on. It isn’t “don’t hurt people” or they wouldn’t be bullying people on the internet for having different morals. It feels very much to me like their individual morality is based on squicks, which is honestly an even worse and less consistent morality system than people who base their morality on a book that may or may not be historical fiction; at least that has a specific (if interpretable) list of Things That Are Bad, and Things That Are Good.

The whole “if fiction isn’t reality then threats aren’t real so I can threaten you” thing falls apart for either of two reasons: a) the theoretical anti who is saying this does believe that “fiction” affects reality, and so doing it would be morally bad if their own morality was consistent and option b) if their morality allows for the dehumanisation of someone to the point that their own morals no longer apply in how they treat you uh. I have nothing. This is just bigotry, rebranded. (Not like these people do anywhere near as much harm as most bigots, they’re too online - aren’t we all - but nevertheless, it’s the same principles, used on a set of people you think “deserve” it.)

“Does it hurt people”: fiction can only hurt people who consent to interact with it. It’s written by someone (who consented to writing it), and consent is actively achieved by the person reading is as they’re reading. There is no one else involved. Two parties, both consenting. Any hurt gained is masochism, and while I’m not much for masochism myself, y’all have fun with that.

As for propaganda: that is much the same. It can’t change your mind unless you allow it to and/or don’t know enough to consent to allowing it to. The second part: you’ve reached the age of consent (presumably. Some of you reading this might be kids, idk, and if you are I think maybe propaganda should be kept away from kids spaces. If you specifically seek it out, it’s your own problem; equally so it is your problem if you seek out smut). 16-18 is perfectly old enough to understand what’s going on (which is why it’s the common legal age of consent), or to know you need to ask if you don’t.

(Some things that hurt some people don’t hurt other people. These things are bad to put upon those they hurt, and are fine for everyone else. This includes, but is not limited to: peanuts, cotton, dogs, literal water, loud noises, fictional Bad Things… the closest thing I personally have to a trigger is probably stickers, of all things, which if I see one stuck on human skin makes me feel like vomiting. I’m not kidding. I also understand that other people don’t, generally, have such a visceral reaction to stickers. Having stickers be made illegal would certainly make my life more comfortable. It is also an insane idea. Some people, gods forgive them, actually like stickers. So I do my best to avoid them.)

If seeing some things in fiction is triggering for you, block it. Blacklist it. Unfollow people. Block them. Try out whitelists, if blacklisting isn’t enough. Make sure you’re using a media platform that actually works for you. Use rec lists, and doesthedogdie (and equivalents), and ask for personal recommendations from friends instead of charging in blind. As long as people have freedom, people will choose things and like things that you don’t. As an adult, it’s up to you to monitor where you go and keep yourself safe. As a minor, if you can’t do it for yourself, you should get your parents to do it (and if your immediate reaction to that is “no my parents wouldn’t let me watch/read/whatever thing I like” then well. ??? Stop complaining about needing things to be censored and start being an adult and censoring your own things maybe. I should hope that your parents are good enough parents and that you’re just being the rebellious child that teens are, but if they’re not and you’re parenting yourself, learning how to censor things appropriately for yourself is a very important adult skill that you need to learn asap. I’m sorry your parents aren’t parenting, but that doesn’t make me your parent).

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#mod erin #just anti things #ask #well said anon!#vomit mention #food mention #bullying mention

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imonthinice · 3 years

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The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 6/?

Word Count: 2.6-2.7k idk exact

Author’s Note: Y/N - Your name, A/N - Any name (your best friend’s name)

MUSIC IS INCLUDED THIS TIME! Please enjoy my personal music playlist, or at least a snippet of it.

TO THE PERSON WHO REBLOGGED AND SAID THIS WAS CUTE (at least the first part) you straight up made me cry omfg

Warnings: Swearing, gets really fucking heated at the end (no sex, yet), no beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Outfit Context:

Y/N:

Jason:

(Cause I finally found an outfit I liked on the boy, men’s fashion isn’t my strong suit,,, heh :) )

“Sorry, is my mouth hung open?” he asked.

“Yes, sir. Very much so,” she mocked.

Jason closed his mouth and outstretched his hand for Y/N’s, cupping it with both hands and kissing the top of it.

“You just look so lovely, Y/N.”

“And you’re chivalrous, Jay. Now, should we get going?” she asked, putting her free hand on top of his two.

“Yes, let’s go,” he let one of his hands go of hers and lead her to the Porsche he brought with him, not intertwining his fingers with hers.

He opened the passenger’s side door and let Y/N get in, not letting go of her hand til the last moment he could hold it. He got in an turned on the radio,

It felt like a good night, for dancing in the moonlight,

In empty streets, well, everybody's got a reason why,

If we could only just get it right,

Maybe it will all work out like in the movies,

But I know Romeo must die before the ending,

With a final poison kiss delivered gently,

Because you don't get lucky twice, and that's the truth,

“Sing to me sweet just like my memory,

If New York City Still moves me then I’ve found something real,

I’ll be okay, I could go on for days,

But I just don’t have the courage that it takes to be real,

And even if it’s dark at least we’ll be together,

Slowly sinking in the Earth to lay forever,

You better grab a hold and hold on for your life,

Because you don’t get lucky twice,

No, you don’t get lucky twice,” She sung with the tune.

Without the Bitter the Sweet Isn’t as Sweet - Mayday Parade

“You, you have the voice of an angel,” he said.

“It’s not that hard to mimic works of art with my voice.”

“Did you ever take singing lessons?”

“I did when I was younger, so I could sing French lullabies to my cousins.”

He placed a hand on her thigh as he drove them through the countryside of Gotham to Metropolis, taking the long way on what seemed like purpose. So he could encapsulate the moment in his memory for as long as he knew her and what she was to him. She was an adventure waiting to happen, a love story not yet written to tell for ages, a rock ‘n’ roll song written to please the masses in hidden corners of the world.

And to her, he was a masterwork of intertwining memories of pain, sadness, luck and beauty. A mind of complexity she was just waiting to dive into and see how it functioned. A story behind the white tuff of hair he had, why he was jacked to the masses if he was a book nerd. A story of his favourite book and his favourite sibling, his favourite trope, his love, his pain, him.

The moments where she stuck her hand out the window and traced symbols into the Autumn air swirling past the two as they cruised down the empty back roads. When he laughed as she sang Reste by GIMS and Sting. He didn’t understand the lyrics, but she did, and she called it a love song. Well, he got the parts Sting sung, but French wasn’t a language he knew like she did.

“I guess being Bilingual helped you out massively with that one, huh?”

“It’s a talent I never knew I needed, apparently.”

“Well, you did know you needed.”

“That’s fair,” she laughed, “ I guess I did always need it as a skill.”

“Do your cousins speak English too?” he asked.

“Yeah, a bit? It’s better English than my father.”

“Can he not speak English?”

“Well, he can, just not well. But my mother is also Bilingual in English and French so they never had to worry about my father being bad at English. My twin sister and I grew up knowing both languages,” she rambled, still playing with the wind, “I guess it’s a one-up I have on a lot of people, being able to just talk and talk in another language, travelling advantage,” she kept going, Jason intently listening to her as she went on and on, he liked the silence being filled by her voice, “You know? You might know, I don’t know how you were raised to a T,” she finished.

“Well, I can assure you I only know English so you have that theoretical one-up on me, too. But I choose to see that one-up as something you can teach me as time goes on and we progress,” he paused, “If you’re down to get serious eventually, that is,” he panicked.

“Well, maybe we’re at that point where we can say we’re casually seeing each other and exclusive, but not serious. Hopeful, but not pressuring ourselves into something that’s going to be put under a lot of pressure as we go on,” she said, still playing with the wind.

“We’ll see about that after dinner.”

“Where are we even going?”

“Fancy little restaurant with a balcony facing over the city,” he assured.

“Really out here living for the moments?”

“Well, most girls crack under the pressure of the paparazzi, you, however, flipped them off, and that’s being rewarded for showing that you can’t give a fuck about those dingy ass tabloids and how they treat you, by taking you out to nice places,” he said.

She laughed, “I’m glad I’m never going to live that one down, it was really fun to do.”

“I hope it continues as we go along, I would hate to see that behavior change when it brings a smile to everyone who’s ever been harassed by paparazzi” when they pulled over for a second, Jason quickly loosened his tie a tad, “Honestly, I want to ditch this fucking tie,”

“It’s not you,” she said, “It’s just not.”

“And you know me that well to take that guess?”

“I could see you struggling with it from a mile away, Jason. Maybe the fancy restaurant isn’t us,” she laughs, “But we aren’t going to not take that dinner date.”

“Oh we’re so going to take that date, but I’m thinking from here on out we do whatever the fuck we want, no fancy dates. Thoughts?” he asked.

“Done deal,” she said.

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In the restaurant, the two of them were basically the worst people to be there, it was levels of fancy that neither of them actually wanted, they both wanted simplicity, but they both thought the presence of the other person was enough of a takeaway from the completely wrong choice of restaurant. They had Dick to blame for this one, and Jason made that clear to Dick in a joking text while Y/N snuck off to the bathroom to ‘fix her hair, she was actually checking her breath.

Dick, this fucking restaurant is a god damn bust, man. We aren’t you and Barbara, that’s what we’ve discovered today. lol.

Bummer! We really like that place.

I can see why it screams Dick and Barbs.

You kissed her yet though?

No.

Wuss! Cat got your tongue? Just do it, man.

And at the same time, Y/N was texting A/N about Jason and what to do,

Girl! Thank you so much for reminding me to bring mints, my god, food ruins your breath so much.

You really want the pretty boy kiss huh?

No, I’m eating the mints to not kiss him, YES I WANT THE KISS.

Ha! Honesty is key, just go for it.

She laughed as she packed her phone into her dress pockets (Yeah there’s fucking pockets :) ) and went to leave the restroom to meet up with Jason again. To which, Jason had already paid and tipped the waiter.

“I could have at least helped on the tip, Jay.”

“I tipped him 200%, but if you want to drop more cash, go for it.”

“You tipped that much?” she asked while slipping in a 50$ she had on her.

“Of course, food service workers deserve a lot more than what they get, especially when they have to deal with terrible customers,” he said as he went and grabbed her hand again, not intertwining fingers again, “And my best friend, Will, he complains about people who don’t tip and praises people who quote ‘over tip’ but I think that he deserves 200% each bill for the shit he puts up with.”

“Did you tip him when we went there?”

“No, I called in a ‘No questions asked’ favour. And before you say anything, he did the same to make me babysit his daughter-”

“Your best friend has a daughter?”

“Well, he’s older than me, but yeah, he’s a single dad because her mum kind of sucks, lovely little girl, I’m her godfather.”

“Does she call you Uncle Jason?”

“Well, Uncle Jay, it’s like one of the only works she knows how to say properly, and Dada,” he laughed, “Great little girl,” he said, nervously, “This doesn’t change anything, does it? ‘Cause if he, knock on fucking wood, lord forbids, dies that will be my daughter.”

“Well, he’s not dead and you’re not worrying that he’s going to die, so nothing has to change. God kids are god kids, noble that you took on your best friend’s kid if, lord forbid, anything happens to the man, really,” she assured.

He sighed and kissed the back of her hand, “Then that is just a gift on top of what I did,” he smiled and lead her back to the Porsche once again, opening the car door for her and she slightly turned on the radio, he let out a small laugh to himself, he got the pretty girl. He got into the Porsche again and began backing out.

“There’s something about ditching a really expensive dinner date that leaves you wanting more,” she said, absent-mindedly.

“What kind of more?” he asked.

“The kind you see in the movies, fully exposed and adventurous, you know?”

“Well, we could always sneak into the Wayne Manor Gardens and dance the night away under the stars like lovers do,” he half-joked, placing a hand on her thigh again and pretending like he did it subconsciously, but he was hyper-aware, especially when he caught her smile as she laughed.

“Wayne Manor? With your brothers, sisters, dad, and grandfather?” she paused, “If you’re serious, then no, not tonight. If you’re pulling my leg then, hell fucking no,” she joked.

“Maybe one day, then, huh?”

“One day, for sure. When it isn’t scary to accidentally run into your family on their property running around with you,” she said.

“Well, we can always go into the Wayne Enterprises Ballroom and dance the night away, no one should be in the office for a while and even then since there are no classes in the entire school tomorrow you can just hide out in my office if we stay too long,” he paused to make sure she was still listening, “Security can’t question me because I’m Bruce Wayne’s son, and security is tight as fuck so paparazzi can’t get to us,” he paused to put a little bit of pressure on her thigh, “What do you say? Can I have this dance, Milady?” he half-joked.

“You want to know something Jason?

“Always, Y/N.”

“I took dance lessons when I was younger, can you Waltz?” she asked.

“Yes ma’am, I can.”

“Then I’m in, let’s go.”

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She loved the feeling of being back in her new hometown, Gotham. So when they pulled into the massive black building, she felt even more welcomed, security at the gates did ask ‘Who’s the girl?’ but Jason just explained it very easily,

“You know that date of mine that flipped off the press and you lot loved it?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” the man responded.

“You can call me Jason, you know that. But this is that girl.”

And they were let through the parking gates and into the underground parking system, they had to travel surprisingly far to Jason’s reserved spot in the lot, but the did get there before it hit AM. Once out of the car, Jason grabbed her hand and they ran into the building’s employees doors. It was a tight squeeze, but the feeling of Jason pressed so close to her sent chills down her spine. They went through many halls and reached the Ballroom, and entering it was like a dream for her.

Walls lined with intricate shapes and colours, but the colours never brought away from the stage at the far end from the door, the curtains seemed to redden with each step towards them, the 3, maybe 4 chandeliers hung above her like crystals in the ocean, it was amazing and beautiful. Checkered floorboards to give it a little bit of dimension, but it was the same colour as the main wall so your brain and eyes wouldn’t hurt after looking at it. It was stunningly beautiful and that’s what drew her in.

When he grabbed her hand and put on Never Let Me Go by Florence + The Machine, pulling her close to his chest and slowly Waltzing her around the room, spinning her when it felt right for him to do. Neither of them worried about the sloppiness or how it looked to the naked eye because it was for them. no one got satisfaction like they did at that moment. And grabbing her for one last dip was Jason’s goal when the ending of the song hit, although out of breath and his face stuffed in her chest as they both panted, he did pull her up so they were face-to-face on the dancefloor that they wiped clean.

“Did I tell you that you look stunning, Y/N?”

“I think you mentioned it a few times, Jay,” she said, staring directly into his eyes.

“Well, I mean it.”

“And I’m going to mean this,” she paused, taking her hand and placing it on his cheek, “ The way your eyes are a green-blue tint makes me lost in them, they’re like a sea of this mind I find myself liking more and more every day,” she paused to put her other hand on his other cheek, “And the way your nose and cheek freckles frame them is amazing.”

And he went for it. Somehow when he pressed his lips into hers, it felt like they were meant to match, and they both opened their mouths to play the coveted game of tongue-war, but they didn’t play by the rules, it was soft and sweet but full of passion and love, not lust. His hands would travel to her waist and lightly grip her, while her hands would travel to his neck and drape around the back of it.

They pulled away at the same moment to take in air, something they had clearly been missing as they were connected, they both let out a small chuckle before she put her hands in his hair and went in for round 2.

This time it was hungrier, and they both played with the shapes of the other so much more as time went on, he would grab her ass and she would pull on his hair slightly before he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist and moved one of her hands to the nape of his neck, this time, they would break for seconds only to start moving towards his office, which, conveniently, had a couch.

To say he threw her on that couch would be an understatement, he fucking thrust her on that couch and climbed on top of her, it was like 3 days of passion and lust combined themselves in a matter of minutes from their first kiss to them meeting on the couch. They both knew deep down that it couldn’t escalate further than this, especially at 1 in the morning, but time moves fast when you’re connecting in this way.

They finally broke after their passionate exchange and he fell to her side and began to spoon her, “Worth it,” he whispered.

“Worth what?” she asked.

“It was worth it to take a chance and defy my anxieties to ask you on that first date.”

“I don’t like a reality where you didn’t ask me on that date.”

“Neither do I, and I’m positive of that.”

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klaus-is-the-real-number-1 · 4 years

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Everybody wants to rule the world (number 5 x reader)

Ask: the reader somehow survives the apocalypse and gets found by five and they spend a couple of years together, in those years they learn about eachother , unfortunately the reader doesn´t make it through the 45 years and dies somehow. When jumping back in time, five goes to find the reader at Griddy's and goes to check on her often and talk with her over coffee, when the apocalypse comes he brings her along with their siblings and also back in time and tells her he's not loosing her again

A/N: Hope this is what you wanted, they’re both 16 at the start like lets pretend instead of running away at 13 he waited a few more years. when he goes back in time to 2019 theyre both 16 just like idk its easier to write them both being 16+

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Worked dragged on cold, quiet nights, sometimes the minimum wage job at the small town diner didn’t quite seem worth it, forcing a smile on your face at every new customer. “Can you go down to the freezer and get some ice please, sweety?” Smiling, you nod at your coworker, starting your descent down the steep steps to the basement. You never understood why it was placed quite so far down under Griddy’s but it was a welcome break, the near freezing air cooled your skin.

Deep into the freezer, you hear the door gently click shut behind you as you try to find any ice left at all. Once you spotted one, high up on the top shelf, you reach up on your tiptoes, your finger just skimming the cold plastic bag before you were thrown to the ground by an astronomical force followed promptly by a loud bang that resonated in your chest.

Before you could even gain a sense of what was happening another bang wracked through your body, followed by another, only for multiple hitting all at once almost like a nuclear strike, hell, it was a nuclear strike, that was the only reasoning you could think of to explain what was happening. Then it went silent, you find the courage to shakily make your way onto your feet, slowly edging towards the door.

Quivering, your fingers skimmed the cold door handle of the freezer, almost opening it before being thrown across the freezer by a shockwave, your back slamming against the floor giving you whiplash. Darkness filled the corners of your eyes as the world above you collapsed, the cold from the freezer almost freezing you in place as slowly, everything went black.

Cold seeped into your core as your eyes regained focus, as memories came flooding back tears came flooding in. Ignoring the pain from your back you throw yourself towards the door, begging for it to swing open to reveal that everything is normal only to be greeted with a door full of rubble. Without a second thought you start trying to dig through the rubble with your bare hands, almost instantly getting cuts and debris on your hands, only for a large rumble to cut through the quiet, you run away from the door as you watch it all fall down into the freezer.

“VANYA?”

Your head turns to the freezer door, seeing a stream of light just shining through the top, the outside world, and someone was there. “HELP!” You shout with every ounce of your body.

“HELP!”

Five couldn’t believe his ears, someone was still alive. He tried to find where the sound was coming from then he heard the call for help again, clear as day. Running in the direction it came from, he desperately searched for the sound of the voice before it was too late.

“Hello? Where are you?”

You see a shadow cross the small gap that separates you from the outside world, you hoped it was someone, anything. “I’m here! I’m right here. Look down.” The shadow moved back across the hole, stopping directly in front of it. Suddenly, he was behind you in a flash of blue, you turn to face him, not even bothering to question how he did that and threw yourself towards him and giving him a tight embrace.

When you release him and look around you’re on the surface, your eyes taking in the wasteland of the world. Your mouth fell open at the sight, turning around to see Griddys crumbled to the floor, buildings on fire and people lying dead.

“What happened?” Locking eyes with the boy, you hoped he had an answer.

“I was about to ask you the same thing. How long were you down there?”

“I think since last night,” Your eyes started to water as you spoke, looking at the smashed up Griddy’s sign lying on the floor. “I went to get some ice from the freezer and next thing I knew there was all these bangs going off, like bombs.” You mimicked an explosion with your hands before continuing. “Just before I could try and open the freezer door, a shockwave from something big hitting, I got thrown back and went unconscious.”

“Shit.”

“I’m y/n, I think we might be sticking around each other for a while.”

“Five.” He stuck out his hand, a sad smile on his face.

It was hard fending for yourselves, you were lucky that Five had some survival skills but even with some skills, it was hard. Two teenagers should never be left to fend for themselves, let alone be left as the last ones alive. You taught each other some vital things however, you teaching Five how to cook with limited food and supplies and other small things you’d picked up in your life and Five taught you how to fight and protect yourself, you were quite the team.

Slowly, you became more than a team, more than just two people trying to survive. As the years went on, you were surviving for each other, Five was trying to get the maths right so you could go back together, stop the apocalypse together and live happily, together. No label could describe your relationship but at the same time there was no need to label the relationship when there was only the two of you in the world, it was something special just for you two, the world was yours.

He knew everything about you, your job, favourite movie and book, how you liked greek mythology and the stars. On a night, you’d lie looking at the stars, running your hand through his hair and telling him about a different Greek God and their relation to the stars.

“And that one-” You stopped dead in your tracks, the moon was full but something wasn’t right with it, a part of it was missing. “Five, a part of the moon is missing.”

“Huh?” He squinted his eyes to look at the moon. “Holy shit.”

Now it was just a game of determining how the moon broke, if it was the moon that truly caused the apocalypse. You had plenty of time to think about it as Five worked on his equation to get you both back home. He’d been working on it for years, you weren’t sure how many years had past but you were both much older now, more mature and smart, even if you did have to educate yourselves using whatever books you could find.

A heat wave wracked through the area, fatiguing you and Five during your travels. You’d walked for miles in the blistering heat, there was a welcoming sight of shade next to an upstanding building which was a rare sight. Gratefully, you move into the shade and rest your back against the tall wall, noticing all the exposed beam poles, dangerously hanging exposed above.

But you’d run out of luck, it was bound to happen eventually, almost as if in slow motion the wall gave out behind you and down came the beams, piercing right through you. Everything was numb yet your eyes were open rivers, the memories of you and Five flashed before your eyes, he was your whole life, the love of your life and you ruined it just as quickly as it started. Five was right next to you, begging you to keep living yet you couldn’t hear him as everything went blurry.

“I’ll wait for you in the past Five, just don’t forget to come get me, okay?” You never heard an answer just the ever deafening ringing that consumed your mind as it went blank, all you could make out was him sat right next to you, saying something but you weren’t sure what. Weakly, you raised your hand to his cheek. “I love you.” You spoke, then everything went black.

Work was always slow on the weekdays, with most people being at work it made for a quiet and relaxing shift. A chime echoed through the diner, signalling a new customer. Smiling, you were met face to face with a boy around your age, almost looking at you in awe.

“Hi, how can I help?” Your pen was poised ready to write down his order.

“Black coffee, please.” He seemed nervous, you just smiled and went to get his coffee, coming back and pouring it in front of him. “I like your bracelet, it’s the constellation for Gaia, right? The Goddess of the earth?”

“Wow, yeah,” You smiled to yourself before locking eyes with him. “You know your stuff.”

“I had a friend, a long time ago,” taking the mug, he held it in both his hands as he talked. “They taught me all about the different constellations and their relation to the Gods.” He took a sip.

“I think I’d get along swell with your friend.” You leant against the counter, you felt a wave of deja vu as you spoke to him, he seemed so familiar but you were certain you hadn’t met him before.

“I haven’t seen them in years, maybe I could be the next best thing. I’m Five.” He held out his hand.

Gently, you took it. “I’m y/n.”

As soon as you released his grip, the bell rang again and in came people in black suits and guns, all pointing at Five. Just before you were going to speak Five cut you off.

“Duck.”

Shots ricocheted around the diner as you dropped to the floor behind the counter, frozen in fear you couldn’t move. You didn’t even want to know what was going on behind you, you just kept your eyes firmly shut, hoping it would all be some big dream that you’ll wake up from. As soon as the shooting had stopped you felt a pair of hands on yours.

“Don’t move.” It was Five, a sudden sickening feeling came over you followed by a wave of disotatation. When you open your eyes you’re in an unfamiliar room with Five, the boy you’d met mere minutes ago. “Please hear me out, I can explain everything.”

So you listened and tried to take everything in, the apocalypse, you surviving, building a life with Five and being essentially the last people on earth, then you died. It was overwhelming, the entire situation but one thing struck you, is there any proof?

“Can you prove it? Prove that any of this happened and that you’re not just crazy.” He sighed.

“Promise you won’t freak out?” Once you nodded, he handed you a picture, a picture of you and him but older. “After about 3 years of walking, we found a polaroid camera that only had one film left so we took a picture together.” It was most definitely the both of you in that photo, smiling behind a wasteland behind you.

“I also have this.” He pulled out a silver chain and handed it to you, it was your bracelet. “It’s one of a kind right? You’re grandad made it for you.” He was right, there was only ever one of these bracelets but he had the exact same one.

“So we were the last ones standing?” He nodded. “Cool.” It was not cool at all, it was terrifying.

“I’m going to stop the apocalypse, y/n, but I can’t do it without you. I can’t lose you again.”

You stare at the items in your hand before locking eyes with him. “Okay, me and you, we’re gonna stop this. I promise.”

#number 5 #number 5 x reader #number 5 imagine #number 5 fluff #number five #number five headcanon #number five fluff #number five imagine #number five x reader #five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves imagine #five hargreeves fluff

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e-vasong · 4 years

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What's the five-doesn’t-get-stuck-in-the-future-but-things-turn-out-the-same AU like??

:D I waited until I’d watched season 2 to answer this because I wanted to see if it gave me more ideas (which it did...but I’ll put those in another post if people want so I don’t have to spoiler tag this one). This AU was brainstormed with @smallerthanzer0 a while back, and they deserve extra credit because they are the one who listened to me going “lmfao what if Five didn’t get stuck in the future and decided to try and get rid of their dad” and said: wait. eva. THIS COULD BE GOOD.

so basically. in this verse:

Five does not time travel at age 13 and leave his family behind. he considers it, just as in canon, but something stops him. Outside interference, maybe, or just a niggling voice in his head that cautions him that the risk isn’t worth it.

What Five does do is snoop. And what he finds is a journal in their father's study with damning notes on Vanya.

He confronts their father about it. Reginald doesn’t take the challenge to his authority well.

Five is tired and hurting and at some point he realizes: their dad is never going to stop. And then he thinks: but I could make him.

So Five starts making a plan.

A plan that, should it come to fruition, would knock the Apocalypse off-course entirely. The Commission, already interested in Five for his abilities, decides that Five needs to be removed from the equation.

Notes start arriving for Five in strange places. Telling him things no one could possibly know, making promises no one could possibly keep. Warning of the end of all things.

Five is no fool. He crumples them up and throws them in the trash.

Then Ben dies on a mission

They’re 15, going on 16, and something goes wrong. A mission gets all fucked up. They think things are over, and then a gun goes off. Ben’s body jerks. There’s a spray of blood. He stumbles, and then the beast comes tearing out.

Run, Ben begs, and his siblings do, because there’s nothing else for them to do. Not unless they want to die too.

But Five can’t. He promised. He promised that he’d protect them. And if he leaves Ben here…that means he’s already failed. Blood is pouring from the bullet wound in Ben’s shoulder, dribbling down the corner of Ben’s mouth. He’s hovering in the air, limp and unconscious.

Someone, Klaus maybe, makes a sickened noise and lunges for Ben. But Luther stops him, catches him around the waist and bodily carries him out.

Go, Five says, as his siblings make it to the door. Allison is the last one out.

Come on, come on, Five, she says, holding a hand out to him. There’s tears trickling down her face, but she’s trying so hard to keep it together, and Five hates to break her heart any more. He smiles at her.

Sorry sis, he says, and slams the door in her face.

Ben’s tentacles are still violently attacking anything within reach; the only reason why Five is still in one piece is because Ben is unconscious and without Ben, the tentacles don’t seem to have eyes or any idea what to aim for.

But it’s too late. Five’s been doing this long enough to know when someone is fatally injured.

But Five has one last trick to try. And if it doesn’t work…well then. At least he died giving it his best shot.

Are you watching? He snarls at the ceiling. Are you watching? This is me saying yes. The deal. I’ll take your fucking deal, god damn it.

His world goes hazy, and he doesn’t register the pinprick of pain until the drug is already rushing through his system.

Huh, he thinks, and then passes out.

From outside, all that’s distinguishable is the sound of Ben’s body tearing itself apart. Five yells, something inaudible, words swallowed by the din. There’s a flash of light. And all is quiet.

Ben's body disappears along with Five’s and no one knows what happened to them, except for the fact that they must certainly be dead.

OK I’m putting the rest under a read more because this is long and I don’t want to be rude lmfao.

The Commission wants Five to kill people, just like in canon. And Ben is...well, the Commission works with time and reality. They have uses for a boy who can open portals between dimensions, though none of them are very pleasant.

In return...Ben gets to live, and at the end of it all the Commission will let them retire with time, money, and the resources to do whatever they want to Reginald Hargreeves.

(Neither of them buys that, of course. They're both too valuable. Five is habitually suspicious, and they both have their doubts about where that mystery bullet that hit Ben came from. And of course, though Ben and Five don't know it yet, the Commission is killing two birds with one stone with this trick, because taking both of them out of the picture is key for making sure the scheduled apocalypse happens).

So Five kills people for the Commission; Ben becomes a test subject

And things are different, and in many ways they are the same

Five and the Commission are using each other—Five to save Ben and his siblings. The Commission want to use Five’s powers, and they want to keep him from knocking the Apocalypse off track

Five has to go hard and fast in this verse: he’s young, the Commission has less patience for his mistakes, and his coworkers are gunning for him because it is embarrassing to be out done by a 16-year old. There’s no room for weakness or error.

He only ever allows himself moments of softness with Ben, because Ben…Ben needs it. And isn’t that why Five is doing this? Isn’t it why he does everything? To be what his siblings need and more?

Hazel hears about this new test subject they got in the labs. sibling to the new recruit. powers like they never saw before. and Hazel meets Five, and...doesn't like the kid, really, but a kid is a kid and that already sits poorly with Hazel.

But he has got to get a look at what they're cooking up in the labs, so he drops by the medical wing at one point.

And there's this kid laying in a hospital bed. bandages wrapped around his chest--not as scrawny as Five, but somehow he just seems smaller. Warm eyes, a bright, real smile--so different from his brother already. And so they get to talking

And Hazel talks to Ben, and Ben is...fuck, he's such a good kid. And Five must be too, because Ben is always reading some book or another that he says Five snuck in for him. (Please don't tell, Ben says, wide-eyed. Hazel crosses his heart, and starts bringing books by the dozen. They trust him much more than they do Five, and they don't mind that Ben is reading, really. They just worry that Five is scheming.)

And at first, Hazel tries to convince himself that he's not going to do anything stupid (though--some part of him knows from day one that if Ben asked, really really asked for his help...Hazel would say yes). But it gets harder. The surgeries get more invasive, Five gets more desperate, Ben's skin gets sallower and his smiles get weaker.

Hazel spends a bunch of his free time in the medical wing, keeping Ben company when Five can't. Reading to him, discussing theoretical physics with him. Until one day he overhears something he shouldn't--plans for Ben. Idk what. Maybe they aren't fatal, maybe they're just painful. Maybe it's the same as normal, but hearing about this child talked about like a science experiment to pull apart and discard is just too much. And the next time Hazel and Five brush shoulders in the hall, Hazel grabs Five by the wrist. Makes a big show of seeming mad.

And Five is watching him with cold, dangerous eyes. He's barely resisting the urge to break Hazel's arm and Hazel knows it. But something must hold him back; Hazel hopes that Five knows that Hazel isn't faking caring about Ben. That Hazel wouldn't just attack Five in the middle of a hallway. He must, because he snaps back a couple times, leans into the banter with witty retorts rather than violence. And then after all that posturing and threatening, Hazel says: "So I know you think you're hot shit around here, but you listen here. If you ever talk that way to me again I'll...well," and then he leans down, whispers in Five's ear: "the Handler is going to be out of her office in two hours. Get the key. East hallway. There's a collection of spare briefcases, last room on the left."

And then he keeps walking. Ben and Five are gone by that night, and the Commission launches a search mission right away.

They aim for October 1, 2008—the day their siblings are supposed to turn 19, which is the age Ben and Five are now. They fuck up. Five is distracted, maybe a patrol bursts through the door and opens fire.

They arrive on October 1, 2018, on their siblings’ 29th birthday. The briefcase is smoking and sparking, a dozen bullets buried in the side of it. It’s useless. Five throws it in the trash.

The family is scattered and ten years older than they planned for. Reginald Hargreeves is still alive. The Commission is coming for Five and Ben. The Apocalypse is looming.

Things are so very different than in canon, but in many ways they’re exactly the same.

Five and Ben take off on a quest to reunite their separated siblings. Luther, Diego, Allison, Klaus, and Vanya now have two traumatized adolescent brothers to take care of. It does wonders for group cohesion.

And there’s so much more, but this is ridiculously long already lmfao so I’ll leave off here unless people ask for more deets. I just have a lot of feelings about this AU.

#tua #the umbrella academy #tw: child abuse #ummmm i dont have a name for this AU #ugh i think if i ever wrote in this verse i was gonna call it The Song Remains the Same?#song remains the same AU #anon #long post #my writing

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trans-cuchulainn · 3 years

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Hey, this is about the age of consent post. I don't know how it is where you live, but I know in the US the age of consent doesn't mean "U can't have sex until X age" it means "An adult will go to jail for having sex with anyone under X age." It's not meant to stop teens from screwing each other, it's meant to stop gross adults from screwing teens/children.

first of all i should point out i am referring specifically to a thread where their reasoning was based on their own maturity level at that age, which they seemed to think should be a barometer for the law, regardless of the fact that their experiences are not universal.

secondly idk if the law is actually different where you are but here that is only one facet of it. legally it still means that people under that age are considered to be unable to consent to sex even if both are under that age. while i think it's rare for this to be prosecuted it does limit the resources people have access to if things go bad. criminalising things doesn't make them not happen, it just makes it harder for people to access resources

in some places there's a "romeo & juliet" defense where it isn't subject to prosecution if both are close in age and neither is in a position of power, but that isn't universal (e.g. i think this exists in ireland but i don’t think it exists in the uk, uk law is very much like... it is illegal for people under 16 to have sex, with anyone. just because it’s rare for people to get prosecuted for it doesn’t mean it’s legal!)

but also like. 18 is an adult. i knew people who were fully independent of their parents at 18, working full time and living with a partner. there would be no power differential between them and a 21y/o in the same position. i also knew people at 18 who very much weren't, but there is no universal age of maturity, because people are different. also I can't speak for anyone else but once I got to uni etc, age really stopped coming up in conversations with my peers (because... they were my peers regardless), so if you're expecting people of that age to stick to some 2/3-year age gap for arbitrary legal reasons I reckon it's all gonna get fucked

raising the age of consent to 21 is stupid, infantilising and basically just gives governments another way to hurt queer people (can you really see them enforcing that equally for straight people? dream on). there was also a lot of swerfy stuff on the thread, as you can imagine ("20yos should never do any kind of sex work") which -- again, criminalising it doesn't mean it doesn't happen. it just means those people can't get help when they need it, because they would end up facing legal bullshit themselves. NOT TO MENTION it also sets a precedent for raising age of consent for medical procedures, and let's be real, who would that hurt first? trans people. it's like. half a step from "no sex until 21" to "no hormones until 21". this is not a bullshit "slippery slope" argument, this is a fact, with precedent, that debates about at what age people can make choices about their own body have wider implications, and that when your governments have a vested interest in limiting trans people's access to care (especially young trans people), that's going to be the first thing to be hit by it

so yeah trying to protect young people is important. but this isn't the way to do it. you can't legislate gross people out of existence like this -- all you do is hurt the vulnerable more. what you can do instead is remove barriers to resources and stuff that put young people in a vulnerable position where they might be exploited (including things like jobs and housing, because people get stuck in abusive relationships when they don't have the resources to leave), as well as educate people about healthy relationships and empower them to make their own choices. that way people who aren't ready to have sex at 18? don't have to! the resources part is crucial there -- you need to create a situation where it IS a choice -- but legislation can't do the job of those resources.

now what we SHOULD change is the fact that you can also join the *army* at 16 in the UK, even if you can't be deployed until 18 -- and believe me they advertise HARD to teenagers and do everything they can to convince you it's a good bonding experience :) :) please sign up to learn how to murder :) :) because *that* is fucked up and that *is* the kind of evil you can legislate out of existence, most other countries already have because recruiting teenagers is fucked up

anyway. will not be engaging in any more discourse about this. didn't expect anyone to read the post, was just venting for my own relief

#sex cw #ask to tag im not sure what warnings this needs #discourse cw #answered #anonymous

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As a Voldemort fan, what do you think about the "Voldemort is my past, present, and future" line? Do you like it? Agree with it? I'd love to know!

So, I don’t normally think about specific lines of dialogue, and I took some time to do so before responding to this. Thanks for your patience!!

Reading within the context of canon

There are a couple of factors I want to keep in mind about this piece of dialogue:

It’s delivered by Diary Horcrux

It’s said as part of a villain monologue/identity reveal

I don’t bring these up to discredit the sentiment. It’s just that, in the realm of the books, we get relatively little direct interaction with either Tom Riddle or Voldemort, don’t we? Most of what we get is mediated through someone else’s memory or is a soul shard operating on its own (diary, locket, Harry mind-meld). Diary is the most coherent horcrux by far, which you can headcanon to be true for any number of reasons. I suppose he’s a useful lens into some part of Voldemort, but I am not sure I view him as a true snapshot of V at 16, more like a mix of V’s ambitions for himself, his mental/emotional state around that time, and whatever it means to be part of a soul stuck in an object for 50 years. And I don’t mean to imply that Diary has been sentient and awake and trapped, necessarily—maybe he’s dormant unless someone interacts with him, idk—but he is clearly disconnected from time, relying on the people who write to him to inform him about current events.

I suppose I’d say that the line sounds like the kind of bluster that an overconfident teenager might say, mixed with the sort of moral certainty that comes from flattening a person into a shade of themself. Adult Voldemort is more clever, and his dialogue, even when campy, has a subtlety to it in that he sounds like he’s saying things to amuse himself. Half of his conversations post-resurrection sound as though he’s not talking to anyone else in the room, and maybe that’s the cauldron-body Second Coming thing messing with his mind, but mostly I think of him as… intelligent and bored. Around someone who kept up with his pace of conversation, he wouldn’t need to be so distracted, because the other person would keep him engaged.

And, well, Diary is demonstrating the early stages of developing that skill, but he’s stuck with the mind of a 16-year-old and never gets to progress to the levels of genius that adult Voldemort reached. He thinks it’s funny (and frustrating) that this stupid child hero needs the whole “I am Lord Voldemort” thing spelled out so clearly, but Harry is… not the cleverest 12-year-old, and really, Diary, your monologue isn’t all it seems to be for all that Harry is amazed by it.

So, onto the sentiment.

Past

Personally, I much prefer a Voldemort who sees an intentional break between his childhood as Tom Riddle and his adulthood as Voldemort. I don‘t mind an acknowledgment that the potential was always there, or for him to believe that Voldemort was inevitable, but I like the agency of Voldemort deciding to live with this identity and deciding that this identity should not have ties back to Tom Riddle, or that he should get to control those ties and when they are invoked. But I’m also comfortable with the idea that he might have taken some time to reach that point, that at 16, beginning to question who he is, he might have been more comfortable erasing anything other than the Voldemort identity, especially as he was forced to perform Tom Riddle every day.

Future

I just like more fluidity to my Voldemort than this unyielding quote provides. What defines him above nearly all else, for me, is his desire to survive—and I will usually settle on the idea that if survival means preserving the identity of Tom Riddle for possible use (as in Made of Clay), then I think Voldemort would consider it as an option. This is all to say that Voldemort might ideally be his future, but… I think he’d consider Tom again if the choice was death as Voldemort or life as Tom.

Present

I’m working on a first-war Voldemort piece right now; the first chapter should go up late this week. I love Voldemort. I think he’s a fantastic character, with his own wonderful challenges both related to but separable from the idea of a middle-aged Tom Riddle. A Voldemort who has chosen to become V, to abandon the birth name and shed connections to people who knew him as such, redefining those relationships as something new, is compelling to me. There’s a particular attempt to sever himself from humanity that I think only exists when he has gone fully into being Lord Voldemort, and how humanity sneaks back into even that identity is a fundamentally interesting question. I don’t think 16-year-old Tom was presently Voldemort, though. I don’t think he truly becomes Voldemort until much later in life, and I’d bet he prefers not to relive the almost… naive joy that his teenage self took in claiming that name, given everything he must go through before he can truly live as it. He wouldn’t want to be that boy again. Mid-40s Voldemort is very happy that teenage Tom’s version of Voldemort is not his present.

#ask #voldemort

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