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screamin-abt-haikyuu · 2 months

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You're jealous but you can't do anything because you're not dating him (Part 7) - Wakatoshi Ushijima

Pairing: Ushijima x Fem! reader

Genre: Angst to fluff

Warnings: none, really? Reader calls him Toshi.

Requested by: @ushisrever

A/N: Can't believe I posted the last update to this more than two years ago. Has it really been that long???? The incomplete series has been bothering me for two years now lmao. Didn't think I'd ever find a fitting scenario for Ushiwaka but thanks to @dira333 helping me sound off some ideas, I was able to get that perfect "snap!" you get when you fit a puzzle piece in perfectly. Gave me enough brain juice to write this out before going back into hibernation.

Serving you some fresh, hot angst and then some lol. Enjoy the burn and then the healing. For someone who was as far removed from Ushiwaka (emotionally) as one can, writing this actually made me see him in a new light. Loved writing him. Hopefully, it stays as true to his canon nature as it can. Hopefully I don't trash this before it's out💀 but if you're reading this, it's good lol.

It feels like the entire Shiratorizawa is at the gates of the school.

"I can't believe she's coming to our school!"

"AAA I can't stop imagining how she'll look in our school uniform."

"Do you think she already has a boyfriend? Maybe I have a chance?"

"I don't know about a boyfriend but you certainly don't have a chance with her."

"Must you always be so cruel?!"

"If you think a star child actor who has made it so big in the industry is going to date a simpleton like you, you're delusional."

You sigh, annoyed, as you try to make your way through the babbling crowd. You're already late for your morning classes and you couldn't care any less about Hoshiko Nakamura. Or any celebrity for that matter.

"In fact, I don't think any boy in this school has a chance with her. Hmm... except maybe Ushiwaka? Not that he'd be interested in dating her anyway. Sometimes I feel like that guy doesn't have any emotions at all."

Your ears perk up at the Ace's name.

Wakatoshi Ushijima has become somewhat of a celebrity at school ever since he was selected for the under 19 representative for Japan in the Youth World Championship.

He was already well known as the formidable volleyball player who crushes any team that he takes on. However, his serious and stoic nature has kept most people from approaching him. Till now, at least.

The girl was right. Wakatoshi wouldn't even think about dating anyone. You seem fairly sure of that. However, the suggestion still leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

You're wrong about him not having any emotions you think as you finally break free from the crowd and sprint towards your classroom.

You've known Wakatoshi for as long as you can remember. You remember when his family moved into the house next to yours when you were just little kids. You remember watching the reserved, determined figure of the boy practicing volleyball all by himself in the nearby park. You remember going up to him and offering to play with him. Out of all these memories, the most vivid of them all was the way his eyes subtly lit up when you said you wanted to play with him.

Time has blurred into a haze since then. Even though you both went to different schools all through junior and middle school years, you both kept alive the tradition of playing volleyball together in park.

"You should come to Shiratorizawa," he had said that fateful day. You both were in the last year of middle school. It was a beautiful evening as you both walked back home from the park, the setting sun throwing hues of red and gold across the partially cloudy sky.

"That's not in my hands. I tried in middle school, remember? I want Shiratorizawa but Shiratorizawa doesn't seem to want me," you said, kicking a pebble on the road. Funny how I could say the same about you.

"That was three years ago. You have grown," he said without pause.

"We'll see. I don't want to get my hopes too high. You know just as well as I do that they give preference to athletes over normal students like me. Casual volleyball games with you are just about as sporty as I get," you said as you reached out to open the gate to your home.

You turned to say goodbye to him and found him looking at you, his expression more serious than usual.

"It's not about athleticism."

"Shiratorizawa only accepts the best. Be it volleyball or anything else. I believe you fit into that category. You should come," he says, looking straight into your eyes.

Your stomach flutters. How could he have so much faith in you? There is no doubt that he believes in you because Wakatoshi Ushijima always means what he says. Almost 5 years of knowing him had taught you that. You still found it hard to digest, though.

"I'll try my best, I promise."

"I know you will."

"Class, please give a warm welcome your new classmate, Hoshiko Nakamura!"

You can't help but gawk at her. Saying she is pretty would be a severe understatement. If she looks pretty on screen, it is nothing compared to what she looks like off screen. You look at your desk partner to see if he is thinking the same. Wakatoshi, however, seems to simply be listening to the teacher.

"Miss Nakamura, I'm sure you will have no problem settling in here. To kind of help you settle in this new environment, I was thinking of seating you next to Ushijima as I believe you two have met before at some of the national events."

The teacher might as well have thrown a bus at you and it would have felt just about the same as you do now.

Hoshiko's face lights up. "That would be great. Wakatoshi-kun has always been a delight to be with. Thank you for having me," she says and bows.

Did she just call him by his first name?

"Ah, Y/N, sorry for springing this on you so suddenly. I wanted to get a hold of you before morning class but couldn't. I hope it's not a problem," the teacher says.

You force a polite smile. "It's not a problem at all," you say and start packing your bag.

Hoshiko walks up to the desk and waits patiently for you to gather your stuff, thanking you again.

Your legs feel heavy as you take the empty seat diagonal to them in the adjacent row.

I'm panicking for no reason. They just know each other from an event. It makes sense to make her sit with a familiar and safe person, given her popularity. Yes, Wakatoshi is definitely the ideal choice in this scenario. He is not someone who would be creepy in any sense. He's also strong and intimidating so it would keep the creeps away. It's fine. It'll be fine. Nothing is going to happen between them... right?

"Wakatoshi-kun, I'm so glad I got to sit next to you," she says, smiling at him, speaking loud enough for people sitting nearby to hear.

"Actually, if I'm being honest, when I decided to come back to my hometown to complete my studies, I knew I wanted to go to Shiratorizawa immediately," she continues.

"Of course. Shiratorizawa is the best school in the prefecture. It's only natural to want to study here," Ushijima says, completely seriously.

Hoshiko blushes. "Ah... that is not what I meant... nevermind," she says, causing the guy behind them to burst into laughter.

It seems like the hollow sensation growing in your stomach is here to stay.

It has been two months since the day Hoshiko joined your school. With Ushijima going to school earlier than usual and practicing late into the night for the Inter High preliminaries, he hasn't been able to spend much time with you lately. Normally, this wouldn't have bothered you because you could see him in class everyday but with Hoshiko now taking your place, you barely get to say more than hi to him.

However, with the prelims now over and the upcoming week-long break ahead, you're hoping to get some one-on-one time with him once again. All these years with him have made him such an intrinsic part of your daily life that it feels like something big is missing when he's not around. To the world, Wakatoshi Ushijima might be a lot of things. But to you, Wakatoshi Ushijima is home. He is comfort. He is strength. He is someone that you know like the back of your own hand. He is someone that your heart always keeps coming back to. He is the only love you have ever known.

You know that he doesn't share the same feelings for you. But that doesn't stop your heart from longing for him.

The lessons for the day are over and you walk back to your class, eager to pack your bag and go home with Ushijima. You wonder if he'll want to go to the park in the evening.

"She's asking him out! She's asking him out!"

"No WAY! I am SO jealous."

A small crowd has gathered around the window and they're whispering amongst themselves as they look outside.

"Man, that Ushiwaka is so lucky! He gets to date the most beautiful girl in the entire country."

"I mean… he is in the nation's top 3 aces and an under 19 representative of Japan. Not to mention he's tall and strong and good looking. They're actually perfect for each other."

Your heart drops down to your feet.

You look out the window and find yourself looking at Hoshiko and Ushijima standing a ways away from the school building. They're in a quiet, secluded spot and Hoshiko seems to be blushing as she says something to him. You see him nod and say something in return. Hoshiko's face lights up in pure delight and even though they are at a distance, you can hear the joy in her voice.

"No way!!!! He said yes?? I thought he wasn't interested in girls!"

"Goddamn it! There goes my chance!"

You feel dizzy as you watch the two of them walk back to school together.

No. This can't be. You have always known that he doesn't like you that way. But you thought he wasn't interested in dating at all.

No. You shouldn't make any assumptions just yet. These gossip mongers are messing with your head. For all you know, he could have said yes to being in a show or something. You shouldn't despair before you hear the truth from him.

You blink back your tears and run to your class. Thankfully, it's empty. You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself and wait. Both of them soon appear in the hallway. The crowd surrounds them instantly, wanting to drown them in questions but Ushijima breaks away from them easily and walks towards the class. He comes up to you.

"Y/N. I'm sorry I won't be able to come to the park today."

It's true.

"Hoshiko and I are going to watch this new movie playing at the theatre-"

He's going on a date with her.

"Apparently it has a lot of volleyball in it-"

He's going on a date with h-

"You should join us."

Huh?

"What?"

"I figured you might like it since you play volleyball with me even though you don't play it otherwise."

What? What? What?? What is happening right now??

Ushijima patiently waits for your answer.

"Uh... Whose idea was it to go to the movie?"

"Nakamura's. Why?"

"And how did she bring up the idea?"

"Well, I was returning from the club and she asked to speak to me in private. And then she told me about the movie and if I wanted to watch it with her."

He didn't get it.

"Ah... Toshi... I'm pretty sure she was asking you out on a date."

His eyes widen with surprise.

"A... date? But she never said she had romantic feelings for me."

Could this mean...? Can I hope...?

"Well, her asking you out on the date was her way of saying it."

"I see. I didn't realise. Thank you for telling me. In that case, I should tell her my feelings for her as well."

He has feelings for her.

Your heart shatters.

You're glad that he walks out right away because you couldn't have stopped your tears from coming out even if you wanted to. You run out of the back door, desperate to get far away.

I guess I was the problem all this time. I just wasn't someone you could look at that way.

You had always known that. You had always known that he didn't feel for you the way you did. But that hadn't stopped you from falling for him. Hard. How could you have not? Eight years of knowing him... You didn't even realise when you fell for him. Loving him just came so naturally to you.

Logically, it makes sense. They make sense. She is beautiful and tall and smart. And so is he. They are the type of couple who would be featured on the cover of a magazine. Which, given their career trajectories, is bound to happen sooner or later.

But the heart doesn't care for logic and at this moment you feel like it will actually burst from the amount of pain you're feeling.

You spend the rest of the evening and the entire night crying in your room.

Morning comes and you feel worse than ever. Your head is throbbing, your nose is stuffy and your eyes are swollen. You decide to skip school. It's the last day before break anyway. Maybe this break will be good for you. It will give you some time to adjust to everything and compose yourself.

You go back to bed and sleep through the entire day.

You thought you'd feel better after getting some rest but you still feel like shit.

You drag yourself out of bed. Your entire body feels like it weighs ten times more.

Maybe a shower and some fresh air will do you good.

You head out.

No matter how much you try to think of something else, your mind keeps coming back to him. Your eyes keep searching for him. You look in the direction of his room. The curtains are open and you can see it is empty.

Of course he's not home yet. He's probably out with her again.

Even though it's barely a minute away, you feel exhausted by the time you reach the park. Thankfully, it is empty.

You sit on one of the swings and look around. Most of your memories with Ushijima are tied to this park. This is where you both have spent the majority of your last eight years together.

All the sweet memories make you tear up again.

"You didn't come to school today."

You were so lost in your head that you didn't realise when he walked up to you. You blink back your tears.

"Oh... hi. Yeah, I - I wasn't feeling very well today," you say, not meeting his eye.

"You seem upset."

He noticed.

"Oh... I'm fine. Really. It's just been a rough day. It's nothing to worry about," you say, still evading his gaze.

He sits on the swing next to you. You look to the side and see he has a volleyball in his lap.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You quickly avert your gaze again.

"No."

"I see. Well, would you like me to distract you? Talk about something else?"

It is getting harder to keep your tears in check. You're sure your voice will crack if you speak. You just nod.

"You would've liked the movie. It wasn't as focused on volleyball as Nakamura said it would-"

Great. He's chosen the worst topic he could have talked about. You don't want to hear about his date. You need to change the topic. Quickly.

"What are you doing here?" you blurt out the one question that has been weighing on your mind ever since he came here.

"What do you mean? I came here to play volleyball with you."

"I- I mean... I thought you would spend your free time with Ho-Hoshiko from now."

"Why would I do that?"

"B- because you're d-dating her?" Your voice cracks.

"I am not dating Nakamura."

What?

"What do you mean you're not dating her? I thought you liked her. Didn't you go on a date with her yesterday?"

"I do like her. Just not romantically. And no, I went to watch the movie with Tendou. She had already bought the tickets so I bought them from her. I wanted to watch it with you but you went home. "

"But... you left to tell her your feelings for her..."

"I did. I wanted to clarify that I only feel for her as a friend. It was only thanks to you that I was able to tell her in time before I ended up hurting her unintentionally."

"I...see..."

Relief floods your heart. You suddenly feel a hundred pounds lighter. You finally gather the courage to look at him. He is looking right back at you.

"Can I ask you something?" you say, your lower lip trembling.

"Of course."

"Do you have romantic feelings for anyone?"

You instantly regret speaking up as soon as the question leaves your mouth. You know he never lies. And if he doesn't feel the same w-

"Yes. You."

You stare at him blankly.

It's subtle but his expression has changed from completely serious to something a little softer. You can't quite place what it is. Is it concern? nervousness? Adoration?

"R-really? You like me? Romantically?"

"Yes."

"Since when?"

"Ah," he rubs his chin, "I'm not sure..."

You're still having difficulty believing that any of this is real.

"You know," he continues, "After my father, you were the first person who ever wanted to play with me."

He points towards the corner of the park. "I was practicing against that wall that day when you came up to me. Do you remember?"

"Of course I remember. I can never forget that day."

"So many people have come and gone from my life but you have been with me for so long that, I guess somewhere along the way I just assumed you would stay forever. Which, I now realise, I shouldn't have."

He feels the same. He has always felt the same.

"Toshi?"

He turns to you again.

"I love you."

He breaks into a soft smile.

"I love you too."

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supbeeches · 10 months

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his stories

(loki x f!reader)

author - wes perry @supbeeches

a/n - hi hi hi everyone! sorry for the lng wait. its hard to find motivation out here lol. but i am so so so excited to share this fic with you! i worked quite hard on it (: there will still be some occasional touch ups every now and then. but, other than that, its done! thank you so so much to the person who recommended this topic! unfortunately i think their acc got deactivated so i can’t tag them but they were in my thoughts! ok, ill shut up now! enjoy!

summary - loki and his love look back at his past with the stories of asgard.

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A hibernal winter enveloped the land of Midgard. All around, little souls walk around the towns of their home, New York City. Couples are seen holding their freezing lovers hands within their own, in affectionate care. Bells attached to the doors of little cafes ring as little souls rush inside in hopes for a warm cup of coffee. House lights shone in all different colors around the city, for there were pairs that found their comfort on such an evening in the warm sheltering of their homes. More specifically, Loki and y/n.

“What’s this one?”, the mortal asked her god.

“Ah, that one. Well, I occasionally enjoy a little ‘fiction’ every now and then. I am quite fond of knowing the tales of the place I once called home,” the prince stated. “This one, embraces the entities of Asgard, and the tales that have brought Asgard wonders of their past to life.”

The two were enveloped in one another; legs tangled, arms draped off the dark velvet couch they practically lived on every evening. The night is frigid, causing the two to yearn for each other's warmth. The worries of their minds, swayed by the words on the pages of the book that was in the grasp of the shining prince.

“Do you miss home?”

Home.

“I find my peace with you, darling”, he replied immediately in a reassuring whisper.

It’s almost as if he has answered that exact question hundreds of times.

The smooth-talker moved his hand toward the side of his lover's face. A swift and papercut thumb glides across her ear toward her jaw. Despite the almost tranquilizing gesture, the girl pops up in curiosity, shifting to face her swain.

“Tell me a story”, the angel pried at her heavenly demon.

He smiled, gleaming at her eagerness to learn of his origin. He sighed and looked over her head with a curious look on his face. Silence crowded the room for a moment. He appeared to be searching for something.

He moved her hand off to the side and untangled their legs, placing the half finished book on the vanity next to them.

“Going somewhere?”

He chuckled to himself, getting up and shifting towards the back of the room, behind her.

“Loki?”, she tried again.

“Just a moment, dove”, he assures as he wanders even further behind the couch.

She watches as he moves around their living room library, spreading his fingers across every book he crosses by. Finally, he stops. He stands for a moment.

“Found it,” he whispers to himself.

He turns back around in a swift movement, gliding back to the couch where his lover had been sitting tight in curiosity.

“This… this is something I have been wanting to share with you for a while, flower,” be walks over to her with a bright smile on his face.

He makes his way to his spot next to his love. Their eyes meet; one with wonder and the other with a cunning imbue. Loki sits, groaning as he does so.

What an old man.

He looks over to his lover. Lifting his hand, he cups her chin in a riveting manner.

“I trust you, as well as I wish to share my childhood with you, if you’ll let me.”

She nods in her keenness. He nods back in compersion and brings the book to her, letting her hold it. She swifts her hand across the cover, taking in the moment.

A treasure within the hold of another.

The book was compact compared to what he had usually indulged himself in. It had a smooth fuzziness to it, most likely due to it's ancient-ness, with a hard rim on each edge. The front side was displayed with the words-

“Glory of Valhalla…”, the angel said in her fever of excitement.

The god took her hands in his own, as she held his youth in her hands.

“The stories my mother, Frigga, would read to my brother and I before we slept every night. Romance, adventure, magic, honor. Anything, you name it.”

“Which one is your favorite?”

That caused the prince to pause. His brows furrowed as his thumb habitually skated across her hand. He hums in recollection.

He removes the book from her hands, in a dainty manner. His eyes skimmed the book as he reminded himself of his favorite childhood tale. He knew the perfect one to share with her. The only tale that filled his mind with hope for the future as he aged. The tale of a man, slack and tedious, and his goddess, mesmeric yet reticent, and their treacly longing for one another. The trickster still vividly remembers the day he heard his mother read the lovestruck man's words.

“My heart is so full of you I can hardly call it my own.”

How his brother and him tittered and cheered at the man's cheesily loving words.

Better than I could ever word it, he thought to himself, starting to feel his lover's moving thumb against his thigh.

Cheesy? yes. True? Undeniably so.

Opening the book, his thumb sped through the pages, until it stopped. The woman beside him pressed herself upwards towards him, in an attempt to get a sneak peek at what he was to present to her. He tilted the book towards her, as if he was proving he wasn’t trying to hide something. She takes the book from his giving hands, and dives in.

His fingers find their way into her mane, twirling within a little piece. His eyes monitor hers as every now and then they move from the right, down, and to the left. Loki could not help himself as he rested his head against hers, along with a tap of his lips against her temple.

Beautiful angel. My beautiful Angel.

The library is filled with nothing but two souls, two hearts, two sets of breaths, and occasional rustles of flipping pages. What more could be needed?

Time flows with the sound embers crackling within the chimney, creating a sweet ambience.

The goddess within Loki's arms turns, receiving a lifted eyebrow and hum of question from her god. She has a pensive look on her face. Her eyes then lift up to meet him.

“Have you ever heard of The Great Gatsby?”

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a/n - thank you for reading! please share, like, repost! thank you!

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winderlylandchime · 4 months

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Hi! I hope you’re doing well and that your trip is good and fun. But holy shit, i hope you and your partner manage to stay covid free! I’m sending some healing thoughts to your SIL since covid absolutely sucks!

Also a few things i do have to say because you need to know (most of them i was told to tell you guys): we went to the doctor yesterday and he was proudly wearing his new shirt. Everyone found it hilarious and accurate portrayal of him/his year. And then he told the whole office (2 doctors and 3 nurses) that he is now famous on the internet because i told bunch of people about him watching the show. And the doctor who is in charge of his case (the guy who did the surgery lol), looked at me, pointed at him and slowly went ‘you made him other people’s problem?’ And my brother proudly said ‘Yes, she did! *realized what was said* heeeeey, i can be quite a delight, just ask the people on the no porn site’ (yes, that is how he told them about tumblr). And my brother wanted me to let you all know that his cast has to stay on for another week, so he is very sad about that BUT the big news that he immediately looked at me (in the office in front of them btw) and went ‘you gotta tell my new homies about this’ was that in two weeks he has his final check up with his surgeon bc he wants to do all tests one last time and then if all is good which they believe will be, he can officially go home and back to his whatever tf normal life is for him. So looks like I’m losing my two roommates soon. Shit will be boring ngl.

Then the other more important thing! My brother had your blog opened on his tag, but i guess he went to check out the rest of the blog because he walked in this morning and went ‘did you fucking know that they write stories?! About Brian and Blondie? WHAT IS THIS? AND THERES SO MANY FUCKING COOL GIFS TOO. LIKE SHIT TON OF THEM! I saw one where Gale was talking in that interview about Prom and Blondie from that panel and then there were gifs from the episode and behind the scenes with it! That had to take for fucking ever! Do people just make them all the time? See? when *puts out one hand* Fandom and *puts out the other hand* love, come together *puts his hands together* beautiful things come to life.’

So he is currently going through your ao3/bookmarks but i did tell him to read your other fics before the new one.. Btw he didn’t move from the couch for a few hours after he discovered it. His favorites so far are: we didn’t know we could reach the stars (he thought that one was a very accurate portrayal of what Brian and Justin would be like if the writers didnt ruin it), clothes mean nothing until someone lives in them (he really enjoyed that one btw. He especially thought the ‘not the first boy to jerk off to thoughts of Brian in this bed’ was clever as fuck and literally went ‘ooohhh shit’ when he read it)

and Youre like a tattoo (he gasped when he realized the plot and went ‘ITS REVERSED!’). And when he finally made it to your new fic he fucking lost it (he had a tiny report on it)

I did show him your replies from previous messages and here’s the message from the guy himself (read this as if youre listening to a very caffeinated person pacing up and down, for accurate pov): I was a breath of fresh air for them? Fucking hell, so this fandom is in like a hibernation, huh? I’m fucked, aren’t I? Well anyway, thank you stranger for very sweet words. I fuck with this person! I think we’d be friends. I FUCKING LOVE LITTLE EDIE! Me and (his best friends name) always quote the ‘It was quite the scandal actually. It was in all the magazines at the time’ in Jinx’s voice whenever some random shit is asked. Them and their spouse sound like they’re fucking fun to be around. Wait you gotta tell them I read the stories they wrote, i’m still reading other people’s shit, i have a lot to catch up to. But that one that isn’t done yet is fucking brilliant. I mean they all are but I read that one twice! I had to watch the reunion episode from season 3 because it made me all nostalgic when they got back together. It’s exactly how I’d like the show to be. Its nice to read and go mhm thats my bri bri, unlike in the show where it was not my bri but an imposter. I also very much fuck with older Brian who has a beard and glasses. Because he looked pretty as fuck in that little comic con video. I’m excited to see how they end it and i really really hope that they had fun writing these stories because i had a lot of fun reading them. Anyway, tell them, they’re fucking cool, their stories are fucking dope, i also really liked that one about them sharing their clothes AND THE ONE WHERE BLONDIE WAS THE SUGAR DADDY! I fucking told you that will happen..i was just wrong as to where. And im glad to see that the *lifts his cast* ally, is catching on.

PS, we both got all ‘awwww’ and a little emotional ngl, when we read your response how you’ve been thinking of us while writing. And just so you know we spent all day today discussing your fics (when he got to the cliffhanger, he went ‘i am once again being teased just like with the love confession’) and some other fics from other creators that he read and enjoyed. The man is in awe. Every time he’d read a new chapter/fic he goes ‘this is the best thing ive read’ over and over.

Hello hello hello dear sweet anon and brother anon!

Thank you for your well wishes. My SIL tested negative this morning so we are officially in the clear (and can abandon our masks). I think we did a good job being responsible within the circumstances. Luckily, my SIL’s symptoms never got bad and the cold I arrived with (was it a cold or an intense allergic reaction to cleaning my apartment and kicking up all that dust?) never evolved into anything more unpleasant.

I love that we’re not the people on the “no porn site.” And we do all think he’s delightful. I’m glad he’s recovering well and can soon live independently from you but I imagine life will be a lot quieter and less chaotic without him and feline BriBri.

Yes! Gifs allow us to relive every moment of the series, draw parallels etc. Let’s give a hand to @sophsun1 who is basically carrying the fandom on her back with her beautiful gifs.

I am absolutely floored by his reaction to my fics. Thank you so much for passing along the kind words he had. I’m glad he like the 5+1 clothes sharing fic (I have such a soft spot for it), and We Didn’t Know We Could Reach the Stars is such an overlooked fic (I forget I wrote it!). AND of course Tattoo was my beloved fic this year.

The fandom isn’t in hibernation so much as it is small and basically zero new content has been released in eons and so it is a small fandom with nowhere near the works produced that large currently or recently active fandoms have (tbh those fandoms intimidate me - I will read GO fic but joining a discord or writing fic in there? so scary!).

“It was quite the scandal really…” is the other quote I say to my spouse on hair wash / hair turban days! I like to think we *are* fun to be around. Especially if quote RPDR S5 is your idea of fun. Then we’re a blast!

I do have fun writing fics. I bitch and moan and complain, but I love writing them and getting to put them out into the world. I’m even more excited to write and post the last chapter of Fireflies now that I know your brother has read it. And I’m delighted to hear that he thinks I kept his beloved BriBri in character (if we ignore WTF happened to his character in S5).

I’m honestly a little bit emotional from your PS. I write fics because I love to write them but hearing that you’re sitting around discussing them? I love writing them but I do want an audience (otherwise I wouldn’t publish them) and there are fics out there that I feel that way about (written by other people) so for my fics to be that to someone… just, I need a moment and a tissue.

*makes fist* ally

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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scottysketches · 3 months

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wip wednesday

been a month since I posted any form of wip progress. I don't really have anything new - this time of year is always really bad for me, my motivation and desire to do anything creative tanks thanks seasonal depression you're a real one - not to mention that xmas eve was also the ten year anniversary of my nan's passing. It's just been a really weird month.

But! I've started sleeping better, I'm going to start going back to the gym (want to shed a load of weight before my cousin's wedding in August), and actually taking some time off from writing Don't Dream It's Over has helped me with blocking out the remaining chapters.

There have also been some developments with regards to how my Satine Lives AU will continue once DDIO is completed:

I've worked a little more on talk me down, my Korkie/Amis side story

I've started writing notes and drafting ideas for a Korkie-centric story, set between the end of DDIO and A New Hope (so will actually cover the nineteen-odd years that the Kryze-Kenobi clan are in hiding after the downfall of the Republic)

I completed Jedi: Survivor! And I loved every second of it! The combat is incredible, the maps are beautiful, the ability to customise Cal's appearance is very well done! I've actually got a story in the works where Cal, Merrin and Greez run into Korkie on Ryloth (no working title as of yet, it's saved on my computer under the name 'twin sons' - yes, playing on the idea that Cal also looks like he could be Obi-Wan's kid lol)

In case folks were unaware, after I published the first chapter of DDIO I ended up creating a series for it on AO3 because I knew I was going to end up writing loads more set within this AU. It's titled (rather appropriately) The One Where Obi-Wan Gets a Happy(ish) Ending. For now, DDIO is the only story in it, but the other stories that are in the series description are meet you there, talk me down, tear me to pieces and afterglow:

meet you there: Ahsoka Tano & Korkie Kryze, in progress - set immediately after Ahsoka leaves the Jedi at the end of S5 Ep20, "The Wrong Jedi" [excerpt here]

talk me down: Korkie Kryze/Amis, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze, in progress - follows Amis from the age of ten to the Night of a Thousand Tears as he comes to terms with his sexuality, meeting Korkie and falling for his best friend [excerpt here]

tear me to pieces: Korkie Kryze/Amis, in progress - set in the immediate aftermath of the Night of a Thousand Tears

afterglow: Ahsoka Tano & Korkie Kryze, Korkie Kryze/Amis, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze (mentioned), in progress - set during the galaxy-wide celebrations after the downfall of the Empire. Ahsoka is reunited with an old friend and his family on Naboo

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Aside from all this Star Wars stuff, I've also gotten into some new stuff - I'm really enjoying the Percy Jackson show, criticisms about some changes from the source material aside; I've been playing The Sims 4 again after not touching it from around the time the latest expansion pack, For Rent, was released; and I've spent the last few weeks binging the few seasons of Chicago Med, Chicago P.D. and Chicago Fire that are available on Now TV here in the UK.

Anyway, now that my seasonal depression seems to hopefully be settling down to hibernate until the end of November, I'm going to try and set some time aside to work on DDIO and try to get chapter 4 out before the end of January.

Cheers, folks, Scotty :)

#wip wednesday #wip #wip updates #star wars #star wars the clone wars #sw tcw #sw tcw fanfic #scotty's rambles

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eternalglitch · 2 years

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Hi there! First of all, I’m not kidding when I say lfls is one of the best stories I’ve had the pleasure to read in a looong time and I can’t thank you enough for sharing such a wonderfully written story :D

When I started reading the fic it had about 5k kudos and not many chapters were plagued with comments. Now there’s like more than a hundred comments in the latest chapters with 10k kudos and still growing. How does that feel? Does it get overwhelming? What kept you motivated when the numbers weren’t as high? I’m so curious to know how the growth in popularity has been on your part!

I’m also loving the lfls playlist. Have you heard Karma by AJR? Idk why but I feel like it goes really well with the story.

Hoping you’re having a great time in your day to day and once again thanks for sharing your work!

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The numbers and statistics on every single one of my social media accounts don't feel real to me, I will be honest.

In 2017 I had another decently big fic (or so I thought), and I was (positively) overwhelmed by waking up to about 24 new comments the next morning when I posted a chapter and that was about it for that chapter's comment count. Now I get maybe 50 within the hour of posting and about ten new ones every day.

I think the first three months of writing lfls I had no concept of anyone really watching. Chapter two got maybe two comments within the week it was posted, but I was also studying abroad at the time and had plenty of things irl to keep myself busy with over in Singapore.

I never had an issue by the (lack of) numbers in the start, because I thought the fandom was too small in the first place to get numbers. I was just writing this for myself. In a fun reversal, sometimes it's harder to write with the bigger following because of stage fright for me. What if I make the wrong call on a plot twist? What if I leave an embarrassing typo that thousands of people will now see? These weren't issues when it felt like no one was watching. But if I get stuck in that mindset for too long, I simply vanish for a break. Make like Avatar Aang and go hibernate for, say, 6 months away from my fic. I've done it before, long enough that I forgot that there was anything to really be nervous about. That was back when this first started really snowballing in attention though, and I think I've grown a bit more used to it all.

Still, my friends make fun of me because my brain can't fully understand just HOW MANY people follow me. It feels like I have 50 followers, when this is not the reality. As a fanfic writer surrounded by very talented artist friends my entire life, I had grown used to the idea that on social media I would never really get a following and would just cheer my friends on for that. The usual script is that the artists get more attention on Tumblr and Twitter, and the writers get their time to shine on ao3 or fanfic.net, but not elsewhere. And I was totally okay with that! I am always very happy for my friends' success. Visual art gets consumed faster and is quicker to draw attention and that's that. But then suddenly this was not the case AT ALL for me. I made it as one of the exceptions. It's really nice to have this weird power to boost other people on social media and get their work seen and recognized in turn.

Because of this popularity, I'm also exposed to a lot more opinions about my work because usually people only find and talk about the fanfic that meets what they are looking for. Now that lfls has fully escaped containment and is in most Rise fandom areas, people that do not seek out or read angst are trying angst. My condolences to those poor souls, I would say my writing is not actually that dark to people that enjoy these tropes but it sure is quite the shocker (lol) if you're new to the scene. Or maybe I'm just terrible at judging how dark I write, I genuinely think some chapters are breathers and yet have seen jokes online that those are some of the most emotionally heart wrenching ones.

But yeah, getting fanart and comments every single day is SO GOOD for keeping up enthusiasm for a long fic. I dread the final chapter a little because it's been an awesome ride that I don't want to end. Excited to show everyone the rest of the fic too, though! And maybe some people will stick around for my next writing adventure.

I think the real crisis is I'm about to maybe even OVERTAKE in kudos one of the fics I really look up to and have aspired to write in that kind of quality for the past 6 years. Which sounds fake. That is FAKE, I haven't gotten my skills sharp enough to do that yet.

And yes I do know that song!! I can definitely see it for lfls. I found it with a Steven Universe amv a few years back.

Thank you for reading and enjoying my work in turn! :}

#glitch answers #and it feels full of it to talk about tbh AHAGJDKG #just know I am very greatful to everyone that helped get me here and still stunned so many people are willing to spend time on lfls art

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alpurrtwhizkersss · 1 year

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hi love! I saw your post asking for requests and U don't know if you're in the mood to write supernatural AU or just in the real supernatural world so I'm sending two requests, okay?! one AU, and one canonical, so you can pick whatever your mood wants to ,<3 for the AU one I always try to find punk! dean x reader (there's only a small number of fics like that and I've already read them all😭) and it could be either ir a completely different universe or in the supernatural universe itself, but with punk! dean. the non-AU request could maybe be an enemy to lovers dean x reader??? or an lovers to enemies to lovers again? I'm a SUCKER for those!!!

They Love You, Dean

Requested By: anonymous!

Warnings: Dean being insulting to the reader, so maybe a bit OOC Dean? Reader struggles with self-criticism after Dean's been rude to them, swearing

Genre: Angst with a fluffy ending, enemies to lovers

Prompt: None

Reader is gender neutral, and they/them pronouns are used.

Author’s Note:

hey anon! thank you for the ask!! I decided I'd take your ask for enemies to lovers Dean because I LOVE enemies to lovers, and I'm terrible at writing AUs PFFFT

also this one’s a long boi lol i hope you’re ready!

but yes! I hope you enjoy!!!

Word Count: 2161

“Y/N!” Dean’s voice rang loudly in your ears as your head shot up from the rain-moist back window of said man’s ‘67 Impala, “Jesus! How long does it take to get you to wake up? What, were you in hibernation or something?”

Instead of justifying his snark with a reply, you tiredly opened the door for the impala, and half-stepped, half-stumbled out of it, and began rubbing your eyes aggressively before shutting it behind you.

You turned towards Sam’s heavy footfall at the trunk of the car, and smiled warmly.

You didn’t want to say that you had favourites between the two brothers, no. You just maybe, sort-of, kind-of, possibly liked Sam more than you liked Dean… you couldn’t help it, Dean’s sarcastic attitude and the fact that he felt the need to play grab-ass with everybody he found attractive in the 1 mile radius got on your nerves! Plus, the way he was constantly insulting your skills or your presence didn’t help either. What made it worse, was the fact that you had actually felt quite strong romantic feelings towards the man when he had first come into your life, but you convinced yourself these had been extinguished by the time you got to know him. So, the next four years of your life had been filled with desperately trying to shove down the way your heart would race when he handed you a weapon and his hand brushed yours, or how you’d notice that when you’d be talking to a guy at some sleazy bar, his eyes would be on you at all times.

“Alriiiiight, let’s get moving, folks! Hurry it up, Y/N.” Dean called over as you pulled a large duffle bag out of the trunk, and you rolled your eyes.

“Sam’s taking just as long as me, how come he never gets shit for it?” You called back, but by now you knew that Dean just… didn’t like you, so you’d never tried to search for a reason. Sam glanced down at you as Dean mumbled something under his breath.

“Sorry. He can be a real ass sometimes.” He smiled at you sympathetically, and you immediately softened, placing your hand on his.

“You don’t have to apologise for him, Sam. It’s not your mess.” You have his hand a soft squeeze before pulling away from the car and walking over beside Dean, who was staring up at the old motel you found yourself staying in.

“Well, this doesn’t look haunted at all.” You commented, trying to lighten the mood, but you felt as if your words landed like lead balloons in the air.

“Well, it obviously isn’t, otherwise we wouldn’t be staying here.” He put bluntly, and you scoffed humorlessly, placing your hands on your hips.

“I know, Dean. I was joking, I’m not an idiot.” You retorted, and you could tell Dean was about to say something when Sam approached from behind, loudly cutting him off before he could do any more damage to your feelings.

“Okay! I’m ready, let’s go.” He announced, pushing past the two of you and into the creaky old motel.

You sighed heavily as you placed your duffel bag down, and lay back on the bed, placing your hands behind your weary head.

“You’re not even ‘gonna shower? You smell terrible, Y/N.” Your eyes shot open as you turned towards Dean, narrowing your eyes and feeling anger spark in your chest at the stupid smirk that rested on his face.

“Screw you, Dean. I smell fine, I showered yesterday. It’s you that smells like a sewage plant, maybe what you’re smelling is your own scent wafting back into your face.” You snapped, turning away from him and curling your knees up to your chest, trying not to let angry tears build up in your eyes.

“Jesus, what a joy you are. Y’know, sometimes I really wish we’d just let that Wendigo get you all those years ago, woulda’ saved us a hell of a lot of grief tryna’ help your ass out every time we’re on a damn hunt.” Dean’s voice crashed into your skull, and it felt like the entire room went silent, even Sam’s quiet typing stopped.

“Dean-” Sam started, but you blocked out the conversation.

I can’t let him affect me. You thought, that’s what he wants. Yet, you couldn’t help but think of what you and him could have been, because as much as you tried to deny it, you really did feel a lot of affection for the man, and having to hear him insult you every day, whether it be for your clothes, your hunting skills, or how he wished he left you to die, broke your heart. You didn’t know what you’d done to upset Dean, but God, you wished you could go back and slap your past self for it. The culminating thoughts of self-criticism built up in your mind and you felt tears spring to your eyes once again, the searing pain that they caused your nose and eyes becoming too much to handle as you felt one sliding down your cheek, and the need to sniffle build up in your nose. You sat up, wiping your eyes as you pulled on your old jacket from the chair beside your bed, and turned to Sam, who was sitting on his own bed, his laptop sitting on his knee.

“I’m heading out.” You said curtly, and Sam’s face turned to one of concern as he sat up a little, you took note that Dean didn’t even look at you.

“Okay, do you want me to come with you?” Sam asked, smiling gently at you as you shook your head, you could feel the tears building up again and all you wanted to do was leave. “N-no, Sam. That’s- that’s okay. See you later.” You stammered, your voice breaking a few times as you bolted from the room, slamming the door shut behind you.

Dean’s POV

Dean ran a hand through his hair as he heard the slam of the door, sighing softly, suddenly he felt a sharp jab to his shoulder. “You’re a real ass, you know that, Dean?” Sam barked, glaring angrily down at his older brother. “I mean, God, all you do to Y/N is insult them, or belittle them in some way, it’s a daily thing! I can’t even imagine what that’s doing to their self-esteem, to have somebody they love so much acting like that towards them? Oh, my God, man! Is it that hard to just be nice? I mean-”

“Y/N loves me?” Dean cut his brother off, sitting up on the bed, his heart suddenly racing in his chest. Sam stared at him incredulously, his mouth fumbling for something to say as he attempted to make up a response to his brother’s question.

“Jesus, Dean! Yes! They love you! They’ve loved you for four years, now, I mean, how they still do is beyond me considering the way you’ve treated them!” He exclaimed, and Dean felt his heart sink. “Shit.” was all he could muster as he ran his hand over his mouth and let the weight of what his brother had told him sit in his brain.

“Yeah, shit’s damn right!” Sam scolded him, shaking his head like a disappointed mother.

Before Dean could think, he was pulling his jacket on and leaving the room. Sam didn’t protest.

“Y/N!” He yelled down the hall, but it was no use. You’d already left the motel. He mentally yelled at himself as he pulled the door of the old place open, and stepped out onto the empty street beside it.

Okay, Dean, think. We’d be better off searching for them by car, they couldn’t have gotten that far in 5 minutes, right?

He nodded to himself as he pulled the driver’s side door open and sat tensely in the seat, gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

“Damn it, Y/N, where are you?” He muttered to himself as he drove around the block.

He thought back on his conversation with Sam. Did Dean love you?

Of course he did. But he could never tell you, you meant far too much to him, even if he didn’t want to admit it, and loving you would put a target on your back for every demon and angel and monster that had it out for him. He already had Sam to worry about, why did he need to worry about you, too? So he pushed you away, he decided that if you thought he hated you, you’d eventually lose interest, but instead you did everything to try and prove yourself to him, even putting yourself in harm’s way if it meant that he was safe, which Dean, of course, berated you for afterwards. The worst part of it was, you rarely said anything back to him, and on the days that you did he knew he’d hit a nerve, so he kept pushing and pushing until… well, until something snapped in you. Until the dam broke and you screamed and you cried and you argued and you left.

Dean never would have thought that he’d be the one to break. That he’d be the one chasing you down to make you come back, to show you how much he loved you.

“Holy shit!” Dean skidded the impala to a halt as he came face to face with your shocked figure through the car window. Your eyes were wide as you stared at him, you were clutching your chest and your entire body was soaked with rain, Dean could tell you were shivering.

Suddenly, it seemed that your brain snapped into action, you stumbled onto the pavement before you and began walking down the street. Dean quickly pulled into a parking space and threw himself out of the car, beginning to catch up with you down the dark street.

Your POV

“Go away, Dean!” You called behind you, but not speeding up your pace.

You could hear Dean’s heavy boots colliding with the wet ground as he caught up with you, placing a firm hand on your shoulder as he forced you to stop, you turned towards him, shoving his large hand off you with a grunt.

“I said go away, alright? Leave me alone!” You shouted, and Dean gave you what looked like sad puppy eyes. This was the first time you’d ever seen him give you such a soft look, and you honestly didn’t know what to say as you felt tears run down your already red cheeks.

“Y/N, I’m sorry.”

His words shocked you, but that shock quickly turned to anger as you scoffed angrily.

“Sorry? ‘Sorry’ doesn’t even begin to describe the things you should be saying to me after the way you’ve been treating me these past years, Dean! After the crap I’ve had to put up with from you, after I convinced myself that I deserved every insult you’ve thrown at me,” You stepped closer to him, hitting his chest roughly with every sentence, “And yet, even after all these years I still love you, Dean! I still love you and your stupid smile and your obsession with mullet rock, and your stupid car, and- and- and-” You slammed your fist into his chest as you broke down, but it barely seemed to affect the man in front of you as you felt him pull you into a tight hug. What hurt him more than your fist was the sound of your cracked and broken sobs as you clung to him, even after everything he’d done to you, you still let him comfort you.

“I love you, Y/N. I love you so much, I just wanted to protect you from this life, I thought if I pushed you away you’d be safer… I thought you had to leave to be okay, I’m so, so sorry… I never even thought about how I’d affected you.” He spoke into your hair as he left soft kisses on it and rocked you slowly on your feet. You didn’t reply for a moment, only sobbing harder into his shirt.

“I love you, Dean, I’m already a part of this stupid life we have, you can’t take that away from me, no matter how hard you try. I can take care of myself! I’m never going to leave you, Dean, I can’t.” You murmured softly, moving to stare up into his glassy green eyes.

Dean pulled you closer to him, meeting his lips with yours as he cupped your face, you could feel rain running down your back and hair but you didn’t care, all you could focus on at that moment was Dean Winchester.

“I love you, Y/N. I’m going to protect you, just… not like this.”

And you smiled, your first genuine smile at Dean for years as you murmured “That sounds like a plan, then, Dean.”

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #x reader #reader insert #supernatural #spn #spn x reader #angst to fluff #enemies to lovers

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howtobeapersonwithfibro · 10 months

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9, 14, 16 for the disability asks please (if you haven't answered them already)

9. how do you measure your energy? (spoons, battery, something else?)

I do refer to the spoon theory/low spoons but not on a super regular basis. I don't really track my energy levels. I'll usually just describe it as a bad pain/fatigue day and not feeling "up to" much (or the rare better day, lol).

14. has there ever been a time where you felt solidarity/community with another disabled person in a situation with you?

on tumblr, absolutely. so many posts I read and just take a minute because I relate so deeply and I'm so glad there are other people out there who are "like me."

in person, not so much, but I do have a couple new IRL friends who I suspect to have POTS and our conversations are all like them describing very familiar dizziness/symptoms or chronic pain from other stuff and I'm just like yeah y'all probably have POTS it sucks but we're in it together.

it's nice not having to worry about pressure that abled friends might give, we all encourage each other and give each other lots of slack when it comes to canceling plans etc.

16. free space to talk about whatever disability issue or experience you want !

I struggle feeling like a part-time abled person, part-time disabled person, full time nothing. I'll be severely disabled from symptom flares for maybe 3/4 or more of the year (maybe less recently), which can be months at a time or occasionally just days, before mysteriously having a "good" period of time where I can do more chores, more physical activity, maybe even classes or a job, like right now. I feel such a strong identity in my disability that when it goes into hibernation for a bit, I lose some sense of self and feel like I'm "losing" something by feeling more abled. Would love to talk about this more in the comments if anyone relates.

thank you for the ask! i've been enjoying this ask game series very much!

#fibro #spoonie #chronic illness #disability #disability pride month #disability ask game #ask game #answered asks #pots #me/cfs

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kaliido-s · 1 year

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Op i wish I could hug you/gen

I love with Capital L your post, your take on the relationship Godzilla and Mothra have. Me neither ever shipped them and sometimes it made me feel outcasted in a way for a bit. Then i said damn it and started shipping w who I want.

But yeah more friendships with the same strenght and devotion of a love story. (Also I may be biased but for me their are wLw and mLm solidarity, but as I said it just me).

I was hoping you could tell more about Godzilla' relationship w other kaijus like dunno Rodan??

Aw, thank you for the kind words! I’m very happy that my Goji and Moth thoughts made you feel seen lol, I’m not malicious or anything to Mothzilla, but I feel like sometimes it is kind of discouraging when nobody else seems to share your opinion.

Now Rodan is kind of tricky to talk about, since most of the time I use their relationship for laughs and don’t really take it that seriously lol.

But anyways, I consider their relationship to go through a lot more growth than others. Pre-KOTM, Rodan was stuck hibernating in his volcano under the order of Godzilla and Mothra. Rodan was less than pleased about it, and considered both of them as old, stuck in their ways and overbearing. Neither had ever really interacted that much outside of orders being given. He wanted more freedom in his life, and to do what he wanted. He got a taste of that freedom in KOTM where he had a blast fucking around with Monarch. After Ghidorah forced him into submission, Rodan was more than happy to cause some chaos after being trapped for so long. He relished in what he was allowed to do, and because all Godzilla and Mothra ever did for him was keep him stuck in one place, he didn’t feel the slightest bit bad about attacking them. Getting to ragdoll Mothra for basically the entire fight did no favours for his growing self-confidence, until Mothra put him in his place and he screamed about it for probably 5 days. Afterwards, Godzilla was very, VERY displeased with what Rodan did to Mothra and that he helped Ghidorah, and there was a lot of tension between the two of them. It took a few years for either party to forgive each other, which, once Mothra came back, was probably helped by her, who was very forgiving towards Rodan since she understood his circumstances. Once the past was accepted as the past, then Rodan and Godzilla started to be friends. Not as close as Godzilla and Mothra, but they enjoyed their company, although it took some getting used to. Godzilla thinks of Rodan as young and in over his head, but recognizes his skill and more importantly, why Rodan did what he did, and he’s come to respect him. Rodan thinks Godzilla is old and egotistic and complains too much, but has come to respect and forgive him too. Rodan would never really fight Godzilla at this point now, since a. Godzilla would probably kick his ass, and b. Rodan’s come to realize what makes Godzilla a good king in the first place, although not without flaws that Rodan is quick to point out and make fun of. Most of their relationship is banter and smug quips and yelling. Godzilla isn’t as close with Rodan as he is with Mothra, and Rodan usually spends time hanging out with Barb. Bottom line, the both of them could spend all day complaining about the other, but do respect and like each other.

Also, if you wanna know, to me Godzilla is bi, Mothra is ace panromatic, and Rodan is gay and transmasc :)

#godzilla #monsterverse #rodan #king of the monsters #kotm #mothra #mv headcanons #godzilla headcanons #ask

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tiredassmage · 1 year

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wip wednesday

Thank you for the tag @autisticbones!!! Half of this week has fallen apart, lmao, so I will always be delighted to turn to blorbos instead.

Dusts off one I almost forgot I started rrr!!!! More Rhyst & Savosta and their no good time Sith Emperor battles, lol! This one is framed around the events of KOTFE Chapter 2.

A little frazzled this week, so gonna leave this as an open tag this week. I don’t believe I have any warnings for this piece, either. Enjoy!!! (The boys are not, akdnflsdf, F’s in the chat for them, lol)

“Rhyst!”

None of this is real. Rhystyl struggled to pull in a steady breath and closed his eyes tighter. There is no emotion. There is peace.

“Rhystyl?!”

If none of it was real, why did the smoke burn his lungs? Or was that the hibernation sickness? Why did dust and ash cling to his knees, crumble under and cling to his fingertips? His grip tightened around the hilt of his saber.

The blade still hummed when ignited, full of life, still hefted its weight when he’d twisted it in his hand, desperately dodging and weaving between the singing flares of blaster fire.

Kira, Doc, T7, Rusk, even Scourge… They’d all been so close, if he could only clear the next pack, the next rise in this barren hellscape-

“Rhyst?!” Savosta crashed to the ground beside him, boots skidding in the gravelly rubble of…

Where, when were they?

Rhyst sucked in a breath as Savosta’s hands collided with his shoulders, dragging his eyes up from the ground. “Look at me, Rhyst. Look at me!” Dusted pale blue hands hurriedly framed his face, skidding across skin before his fingers twisted faintly in his hair.

“Rhyst.” Savosta panted. “Focus.” This hell was liable to shift around them at any moment, but it was all just a game.

It had to be. After what happened on Ziost, he’d believe almost anything was within Vitiate’s reach.

“Savosta…” Spoken like the first gasp of air when the drowning waves broke to the air of the horizon. The world still seemed to waver around them, but the Chiss stood resilient against the utter devastation unfurling in every direction.

Savosta cracked half a smile. “Still with me then? Good.” His hands squeezed around his shoulders. “C’mon. We have to keep moving.”

At the very least, he’d found moving was better for dispelling the fog around these spectres and dreams. He’d come to hesitate against charging headlong into the fray with saber in hand, especially when Vitiate was involved, but he could find no other way forward.

Lingering only gave the bastard more ammunition. He’d cover whatever ground, fight as many battles, cross as many stars as it took to keep this promise.

Whatever happened, they were going to face their enemy together.

He gripped Rhyst’s arm, pulling the Jedi to his feet and dusting his sleeves. Rhyst’s grip slacked around his saber, so Savosta closed a hand over his, pressing hand and hilt against his chest. “Stay with me,” he repeated.

Rhyst pulled in another breath and closed his eyes for a moment before he nodded.

“Okay.” Savosta let go and drew his saber, the burst of red-orange the only glowering life in the decaying corpse of what might have been, what may yet be. Rhyst ignited his blades behind him.

They could not be over-cautious with Vitiate - Valkorian. Whatever they stepped into may have taken root from their own minds, but the puppetmaster’s hand was ever-present, subtly orchestrating the strings of the curtains.

“Coruscant…” The Jedi’s broken voice reflected the cracked world around them, crumbling under the echoes of bombardment.

It was happening now. It was already too late.

Savosta fisted a hand into his comrade’s sleeve. “Do not stop.” His grip laxed when Rhyst shook his head, though it did little to conceal the anguished glimmer in his eyes. Rhyst briefly brushed a hand across his cheek, dispelling a few escaped tears.

“It’s not your fault.” Savosta ducked his head as his teeth caught briefly against the inside of his lip. “Come.” He tugged the Jedi’s hand again. There was nothing they could do here.

Maybe even the stars had forgotten just how far they were from these streets. And Dromund Kaas was only further.

#swtor #swtor fanfic #wip wednesday #dot words #the delavast legacy #jedi knight #sith warrior #ch: rhystyl #ch: savosta #once again i open with savosta shouting for his bestie the other half of his soul <3 #i do really need to finish this one this is SO important to me #savosta getting to return the favor - be the strong one and the support and guide like rhyst was so often for him #to be the one with sure footing when he's too often felt like the puppet #chef's kiss and also gently kissing them both on the forehead

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Hi Eliza 😍 Hope you're doing well these days 🙂 I'm here for the autumn asks game 🙏 So here we go 🏡🎮🍁Thank you for your reply & kisses from France ❤️👄

Hi Val!! It's my late work day. It's about 1015am right now. What time is it for you??

🏡: You can make it as crazy and silly as possible; what would be some must-have features of your ideal dream house?

I can't even remember all the ideas for what I want!

First, I want a vintage bathtub in the master bath with a tv! And a separate shower stall with lots of sprayers.

I want a huge kitchen with lots of islands and a walk in pantry and storage for baking and keeping all the gadgets I want.

I need a quiet room with no windows so if there's loud noises like fireworks I can trek in there and hibernate. There's a tv and a mini fridge and a comfy bed.

So of course I'd have to have an intercom system throughout the house.

A library/study and with a balcony or patio.

A large catio for the furbabies to enjoy outside without risk of running off.

And I'll throw in a semi large raised garden box area! Big enough beds for root vegetables, and also tomatoes and an herb area. Annnd maybe a couple low maintenance fruit trees.

Okay that's enough LOL

🎮: Whether you’re waiting for its release or just until you can buy and/or play it; are there any video games you are looking forward to?

I don't play lots of video games now, at least, newer ones. I know everyone liked Stray a lot, I don't have any new gaming system but maybe it's on computer?

I'm old school and still have a working Sega Genesis and a Super Nintendo. I d have a Wii I use sometimes for indoor workouts and a Playstation 2 I never use haha. Oh and if I can get my old Windows XP up and running I have lots of original Sims games I wanna play again, and Zoo Tycoon.

I play things like Lion King and Zombies Ate My Neighbors for Sega, and Super Mario World and Earthbound (released as Mother 2 in Japan) Any of those familiar to you??

🍁: A new website, fandom, video, song, fun fact or anything, name a recent discovery you would like to share with your followers.

I just caught up with the Spy x Family anime. It's super cute! Anya is a little superstar and I'd adopt her so fast. Her shocked face and "daddy is such a liar" comment while she's in awe over Loid get me every time LOL

autumn ask game

#ask game answers

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kochlandhomestead · 2 years

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10/01/22

Wow did September really just fly by like that? Feels like just 2 weeks ago I was doing this for August but heres my self accountability post for the end of the 9th month of 2022

Lets start with the ol resale business. Historical Days was a big success. I got rid of a lot of my old stock from the shed and made a nice profit on the weekend. Really wish I could get to more festivals and markets. That was a goal for this year that I am failing at. eBay had gone cold since the first week of September but I had 3 sales this week. With 4th quarter starting now hopefully it will be getting even better. I learned a lot last week at eBay open, lets see if I can transform that into sales. I also am looking into a booth at a local flea market that is open on Fridays. Possibly going to open there in November. Its a risk and a big step but it just may be time.

Classes started Monday in my Ag science and organic growing classes. Its been a challenge this week but I feel im back in the flow. I even got my first week assignment done early, y'all know thats a big one for me.

Things around the Homestead are winding down into what I refer to as hibernation time. The garden is ready to be put to bed, hopefully I get to that nexg week. Pears and apples need picked. Gotta dig potatoes yet and see how that harvest is. Lots of little things but its about over.

I didn't have a single Wrestling show this month. We did do our company picnic last Saturday but besides that nothing. The quiet is killing me. October has a couple but November is really bare. Gotta do something about this.

My TV back log has gotten worse. Im weeks behind on Wrestling. Its really ridiculous lol. I haven't watched any of She-Hulk or House Of Dragons. Seems everyday I add on another episode or 5 of the network shows that I try to catch as much of as possible like FBI or Law & Order. I haven't even seen the new Thor yet. I am caught up on Andor of course and am still working through my rewatch of Fear the walking dead. For someone that completely cut the cord this list is nuts!

Speaking of cutting the cord lets discuss my "off grid" life as it is. So many projects and ideas I had for the summer went unstarted. I really had hoped to have a little wood stove set up but not even close. I did get a bucket washing machine built for hand washing and of course my water collection system grew nicely. But still im way behind even though im far better than I was last year at this time.

My health has been good and ive really been doing well at eating. Im near my calorie goal almost everyday. Cooler weather really helps as does less time spent working outside. Now to finally start regular workouts again.

With just a month to go its time to start really planning and working on the upcoming holiday season here and at the Santa House. All while trying to enjoy spooky season too. Its a juggling act sometimes.

The personal life thing is pretty much as wacky as always. Mom and Dad have both been doing good. Dad has a bum shoulder but he says it is feeling a little better. Tyler has been coming around a little bit more now that he has Whiskey to take out. She sure is a cutie and becoming a good pal of mine. I been thinking again about a new cat or dog. Maybe near Christmas? My special person and myself have had a difficult time of getting together. Always seems to be something come up. Its hard with busy lives and a bit of a distance between us. We have plans for next Saturday so hopefully.... It was great to hang out with the Wrestling family last week, tomorrow I get more of that plus the Town Meeting crew. Having a small social life is sad at times but it makes me enjoy it more when it happens. A goal for 2023 is more interaction with friends and family and less alone time!

I think thats enough for tonights book. If you made it through thanks for reading. These things are always kinda hard for me to do but I really feel that they along with you who do read help me keep myself in check.

#AccountabilityKJ2022 #accountability #homestead #my work #hustle #pro wrestling #indy wrestling #resellerlife #reseller #ebayhustle #fall 2022 #september 2022

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For the ask: poppy! Because I'm smack dab in winter and not enjoying myself lol

Hey republicspn! Thank you for always reading my stuff <3 You’re so wonderful <3

I’m sorry you’re not vibing with winter right now. It’s difficult to get through such dark, cold days. I hope you are able to find ways to occupy yourself to get through the season. But the good news is that spring is only a couple months away!

Poppy - out of the four seasons, which season of the year is your favorite and why?

Definitely spring time. I love the feeling of warmer weather after practically hibernating for 5 months (or 6+ months if you’re from the Northeast US like me). It’s not too hot yet, and its not too cold. You get to see the trees begin to bloom and perennials grow. It’s just so cathartic to see nature come back to life, even if my allergies suffer lol

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imaginativeamateur · 2 years

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[Itachi Uchiha X Reader] First Snow Season 2 {Prologue}

Season 1 Prologue

Pairing: Itachi Uchiha x fem!Reader

Note: It's been a very, very, VERY long time, but I am back after a seemingly infinite period of hibernation! Thank you for still staying with me! Okay, I have spent the last month getting inspiration and ideas for this plot, by this I mean watching drama reviews LOL, so expect heartfelt moments in this season, but the beginning is quite angsty! I feel like you all deserve fluff for First Snow because of what we have been through, honestly! I will be uploading weekly and updating the masterlistS, yes, I am creating a new one for this series! My taglist for First Snow is all over the place right now, please, if you requested but I haven't added you, comment on this post! Thanks! This is just the prologue so expect more hehe :) Enjoy!

“How have you been?”

Itachi’s words rang in your ears like a siren. Amidst the light breeze of spring, you felt your heart closing shut. “Better than I used to,” you replied halfheartedly and the room fell into a deep silence. It was the first time you met him, again. You expected that you would, sooner or later, face the Uchiha, given that you were still a part of the Clan, but not for a matter like this.

After you returned to the North, everything was centered around rebuilding the place, everyone was in high spirits that they finally found their way back home. At first, you used their jubilance to drag yourselves through the endless days, to be their role model, you supposed. At night, when they would be returned to their families, you would sit alone in your own place, piecing together the letters your parents left behind, gazing at their belongings, and crying yourself to bed. Being back to where you were born and raised, now without your family, did nothing but add salt to your open wounds yet to heal.

If home was a place for assurance and serenity, you were the farthest from home.

Earlier in the week, you received a letter from Kakashi outlining that he and Itachi would be coming to the North to hand over the Clan’s responsibilities. Your heart shuddered at the thought of having to come face to face with the man you could never forget, for good and bad, who you would never be able to mistake even in your sleep. You narrowed your eyes and fixated them back onto the figure standing several feet away from where you were, unfathomable. However, your gaze lingered on the person standing behind him, a woman.

“Why is she here?” You cleared your throat and sucked in a quick inhale, feeling a bit nauseous as you spoke. The sight before your eyes was enough to shake you to the core—Izumi stood casually with her hands intertwined behind her back, smiling slightly at your perplexity. Your face was ashen when the two of them exchanged glances—disgust.

You never heard of any information regarding her release, nor her appearance in your land. Feeling your burning stare on his back, demanding an explanation, Kakashi shook his head sideways and stepped out, closing the door behind, leaving you and the pair inside your office.

“Izumi will be living here from now on to atone for her mistakes,” Itachi did not waste an extra second to spit the words out. “She will be working like all other members, helping to rebuild the place.”

“Hello, Y/N-san.” She bowed. “I am truly sorry for everything I have caused, for all the things that I made you go through. I was blinded by jealousy, but right now, I want nothing but to fix my mistakes. Please accept my deepest apology, Y/N-san.”

You opened your lips to say something, but before you could, Itachi interrupted, telling Izumi to go outside and wait. You glanced as her back disappeared, still in disbelief. Itachi took a seat across from you, beginning to pull out some documents. You crossed your arms and furrowed your brows, “Is this a joke? You never spoke to me about this. Do you think that I’m here just here for show?”

“Before giving me a lecture, would you listen to what I have to say, first?” His voice was as light as a feather.

Your blood boiled. You wanted to ask if he would, if he was you. But Itachi’s deadly gaze, though unwavering, spoke volumes. He slid the papers across your desk and folded his hands on his lap. “Izumi is now released on parole, the Advisors want you to be in charge of her.”

“I won’t,” you smirked, “I can’t.” The raven-haired remained expressionless—he expected this from you. You shifted in your seat, slowly dropping every word with gritted teeth. “It’s out of my capabilities—what she did and what she will do. Just like whatever happened to get her out of prison.”

“Stop beating around the bush.”

“I was just wondering how talented she is to be able to walk away from her punishments just like that.” You chuckled lowly, “It was only three months.” Itachi seemed rather disturbed and you took satisfaction in it. Leaning forward, you smiled gently. “Is it her money? Her status? Her skills? Perhaps her body?”

Itachi was taken aback by your forceful candor, his face stiffened. Never in his memory had he recalled this side of you. The woman sitting in front of him was no longer the Y/N that he used to know. For a moment, he felt the urge to apologize, for ruining you, but he knew his effort restraining his emotions the moment he saw you—the moment you left his side—would be in vain if he let his heart overtake his mind. Instead, Itachi looked outside at the cherry blossoms dangling in the wind ever so slightly with a condescending curve on his lips. “You’re not…wrong, but there’s one thing that I need to remind you, Y/N.” There was more into the situation that he wished you would know, but for your sake, he was willing to play the devil. Itachi tapped the table, relaxed, but his words were the opposite. “You don’t have a say in it, better take the easy way out. You are smart, make the decision that you won’t regret. You have the lives of many in your hand now.”

With that, he pushed himself up and turned for the door. You bit our lips, your eyes growing red the louder his words repeated in your head. Succumbing to the highers—not your morale, but your route. You crumbled the papers in your hand and released a trembling exhale. Right now, you were overwhelmed with an inexplicable sense of frustration, regret, disappointment, and loss. But what you did not know was that on the other side of the closed door, someone quietly blinked away the tears that were yet to shed—this was the only option.

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unloved-cadillac · 2 years

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Hello! I see your requests are open lol. May I ask for a child reader fluff story? I know in the original she was afraid of Miche because of how big he was (which I think is genius and adorable). Could you please write a story about how she got over her fear? I'd like to think after she stopped being scared she would wrestle with the big, blonde bear lol. I'd love some goofy Uncle Miche. 🥰 Thanks!

C/n: this child reader is one of my favorite to write. Thanks for requesting and I hope that you enjoy🤍

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Giant Wrestling. (Mike & Child!Reader)

Y/n’s “fear” of her giant uncle started to disappear as she got used to him. Although he was the tallest and the biggest man in the Survey Corps, not to mention Humanity’s Second Strongest, he was easily the most gentle when it came to little Y/n.

He adored the girl and he wanted to be the best uncle to her as he could and if that meant taking baby steps on earning her trust, then so be it. It started off with him offering her snacks during the day. Mike was a big foodie, especially dessert, so whenever he bought pastries, he bought multiple different types for baby Y/n to try.

Y/n always stuck with Levi, as she felt the most safe with him, so when Mike offered her sweets, she’d look at Levi for approval. He’d nod and she’d carefully take it from Mike. “What do we say, Y/n?” Levi asks her and she looks at Mike with doey eyes. “Thank you.” She softly says and munches on her puff pastry. Mike smiles. “You’re welcome, Y/n.”

Mike even helped her play with her dolls. Sure she was more comfortable with Erwin but she didn’t shut Mike out. His efforts weren’t in vain as one day, she climbed onto his lap and played with her doll. Mike didn’t end up leaving Levi’s office that whole night just because Y/n fell asleep on him.

That was years ago and for a while Y/n called him Uncle Sweets until she got used to using his actual name. Now, she loved to mess with him. She played pranks on him by swapping his shirts with the cadets ones to see his reaction to his clothes shrink. Draw on his face when he fell asleep and the best one:

Wrestling with him.

Y/n was athletic. Being trained by Levi came in handy as she started to try and bring Mike down. She’d run and jump onto him and wrap her legs around his back and try to take him to the ground. He’d sometimes let her win and fall to the ground just to see her laugh.

The wrestling happened on a daily basis. Whether it’s in the Mess Hall, outside or even in his office, Y/n loved to fight with Mike. They even started fighting in Erwin’s office and when Y/n was immobile, Mike would plop on top of her and “crush” her.

“Mike! Get off, you big bear!!” She’d scream, laughing. “I’m a bear? Okay, I’ll just hibernate here then.” He says and relaxes on her. Levi walked into this scene when he had papers to give Erwin. “What the hell?” He asks and Mike looks up to see him. “I’m tired. I’m gonna sleep right here.” He says and Y/n screams into his chest.

“Is Y/n under there?! You’d crush her, you titan!” Levi say but he sees Y/n’s hand stick out on one side of Mike with a thumbs up. “I’m alright!” She says, voice muffled. Mike smiles but suddenly, he feels Y/n’s knees and arms on his torso and she flips him over. She lays both her legs on his stomach as she lays on the floor. “I win!” She says and puts her fist in the air. “What?! I won, fair and square.” Mike says. “No way! I did!”

As the two argue over the victory, Levi and Erwin watch stunned that Y/n even flipped the man over like it was nothing. “Are you sure she isn’t a blood-Ackerman?” Erwin asks and Levi nods his head. “But I’m starting to doubt that now.”

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“The Krusty Krab Pizza is the pizza for you and me.”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

#mike zecharius #mike x reader #mike aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #aot fanfiction #aot x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin x reader

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