#they know what role they played bc it got written down

[plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows]

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Cybertronian religions (they're related, but not the same thing) don't center around Primus so much as they're built on top of the concept. Primus is a primordial point of origin, who created Cybertron (or, in some belief systems, became Cybertron) and then... more or less vanished from the record. The Thirteen, and the various figures of the Dynasty, are the active 'gods' of the Cybertronian pantheon, the ones who receive most prayers and offerings and worship. Primus is sort of worshipped, but the form of worship is more like that of a distant ancestor, rather than an active god with the power to intercede in life. The Thirteen derive their power from Primus, and the rest of the Dynastic saints derive their power from the Thirteen, but inherently so, as the creations of Primus (and then of the Thirteen). Primus is the ultimate foundation upon which they stand.

Primus worship, therefore, is mostly done by ascetics - people who aren't really worrying about the things that ur average Cybertronian has to care about. That can dedicate themselves to worship of a god with no presence in the world (or who is present in everything in the world, depending on ur beliefs, but not really doing anything with it) and which has no power to change things (bc change as a whole is the domain of the Thirteen). People who want to meditate on beginnings and origins, and who aren't bothered particularly by what those beginnings grow into - or if they do even grow.

(Overall, Primus-centered worship just isn't considered particularly practical by most belief systems.)

With that said - a whole lot of the language of Cybertronian worship is pinned on words that ultimately derive from the name Primus, and from the symbology that represents Primus - the title of Prime, for example, and a whole lot of talk of foundations, roots, and strata and caverns and things that form underground in general. If you want to stand on stable ground, you're probably thinking of Primus - at least a little bit.

#tf worldbuilding #book of hours worldbuilding #cybertronian religion #history and religion are v closely intertwined in Cybertronian culture #but Primus is what happened before history #a beginning that u can only rly theorise about #the thirteen are Known in a way that Primus can never be #they know what role they played bc it got written down

[milksnake-tea]

The Stellaron Hunters were a group renowned and hated across the galaxies, both feared and respected by the factions. But under those skillful manipulations and operations, was an organization as put together as a monkey circus. You should know this best, as a member of this menagerie.

stellaron hunter!reader (no specific pairings)

contains: cursing, possibly ooc, written before version 1.2, just a bunch of silly shenanigans, unedited, can be read as romantic and platonic !!

word count: 3.7k

a/n: i had to rewrite this like... 4 times bc tumblr kept deleting it :// anyways night dancer got me through this piece so :D u can tell i have a blade preference but listen he's hot

Before we get on with the sillies, let's lay down some groundwork.

Every Stellaron Hunter has a specific role in mind. Blade is the feral dog that you throw at people, Kafka pisses people off (and shoots ig), and Silver Wolf gets past all defenses.

You're the expert on espionage and disguise. With the power of masks, voice changers, and makeup, you can become basically anyone if you put your mind to it. Even people with completely different builds than you, you could pull off - as long as the holographs don't start glitching out.

You're often paired with Silver Wolf in order to infiltrate various bases. Silver Wolf can transcend any physical barriers, while you sweet talk your way into the inner circles of any leaders. Sometimes, you implant ideas into people's heads in order to guide them towards a certain path, sometimes you just do it for the fun of it.

Your favorite victim so far has been the Express. Ever since the Trailblazer joined, you've entertained yourself by posing as them or other members of the Express (the only ones you can't figure out are Welt Yang and the conductor, Pom-Pom).

And it was surprising, how easily you could trick March 7th and Dan Heng. You had no idea where the original Trailblazer was (probably up some poor soul's dumpster), but frankly, you didn't care.

You somehow managed to trick the two for the better half of a day. It wasn't until you didn't jump at the sight of the first trashcan on the Xianzhou Luofu that the duo realized that something was off.

"Who- Who are you?!"

March stepped back, Dan Heng already drawing his spear. But you weren't going to give in so easily. No, you wanted to see just how far you could take this.

"Guys?" You feigned hurt and confusion as you faced the two. "What're you..."

"Don't play dumb," Dan Heng cut you off, thrusting his spear under your chin. "You're not them. The real Trailblazer would've started ransacking that trashcan by now."

What kind of freak-

"C'mon guys, I have taste," you sighed, crossing your arms. "The trashcans here don't compare to the ones at Belobog. They're not as shiny."

"Trailblazer said that appearance doesn't matter when it comes to trash!" March shot back, her bow appearing in her hands. "Enough games, who are you really?"

You paused for a moment, contemplating your options. You could try to bullshit your way out of this, but you sincerely doubted you would be able to. What kind of freak personality did Silver Wolf program into the vessel, anyways?

You sighed, making the two tense up. Your face, still that of the Trailblazer's, twisted into a condescending sneer, before you doubled over in laughter.

"Ah... Damnit, and here I thought I was doing well!" You stretched your arms, March backing away from you. "Well, that just goes to show, I still have much to improve."

With a snap of your fingers, your disguise melted away, revealing your true appearnce.

"You're-!" March gasped. "You're one of the Stellaron Hunters!"

"Am I really that famous?" you pondered, leaning back on the railing. "And here I thought Kafka or Silver Wolf were more popular."

"What're you trying to pull," Dan Heng growled, "pretending to be the Trailblazer? What did you do to them?"

"Oh, nothing," you replied simply, popping your bone. "I just sent them a coupon for that restaurant down the street. So don't worry yourselves, I'm just here to have a little bit of fun."

Before the two could comprehend the stupidity of their companion, you jumped onto the railing, balancing on your toes.

"Well, it's been fun, Nameless." You waved cheerfully, taking a step back into the open air. "Let's meet again sometime soon, yeah?"

"Wait!" They rushed to the railing, adamant on catching you - but you had already vanished.

The world might see you as a complete weirdo, but honestly, you aren't even the worst of the Stellaron Hunters. In your humble opinion, you're the lesser evil compared to your comrades.

If you're going to survive in this job, you have to get used to Kafka bullying you. Don't worry, she does it to everyone, it's not just you. But signing up to become a Stellaron Hunter also means you sign up to a life of relentless teasing.

You roll your eyes at the feeling of a familiar gun barrel against your head. Kafka holds it against your temple firmly, but you know her finger isn’t anywhere near the trigger. It’s not like you’re Blade, who somehow survived getting thrown off a four-story building.

“Now who do we have here?” Kafka muses lazily. “A potential spy from the IPC? Or perhaps, one of the Xianzhou Cloud Knights?”

“Don’t fuck with me, Kafka,” you turn around, unimpressed. With one move, you pulled off your mask, glaring at her pointedly as you grab a bottle of water. “I know that thing isn’t loaded.”

“Oh, it’s you, [Name],” Your senior gasps mockingly, removing the gun. “When did you come in? I could’ve sworn an intruder-”

You throw the bottle at her. She dodges because of course she does.

And Kafka isn't even the least of your worries. At least she has a sense of financial responsibility.

There's no doubt that Silver Wolf is integral to the workings of the Stellaron Hunters, especially with her hacking abilities. She's certainly skilled with her work, and she has saved your ass many times before.

But sometimes, you have to play babysitter to her, because homegirl may or may not have a gambling addiction, especially when it comes to whatever those gacha games of hers. Whenever she visits the city's nearby arcade or casino, either you or Kafka have to be around so that she doesn't end up gambling all of your funds away. You would get Blade to do it, except he couldn't care less about your financial problems.

“Let me go! I’ve almost got it, I know I do!”

Silver Wolf kicked at your shoulders wildly as you hoisted her up. You paid her no mind as you left the arcade, Blade walking in tow. You kept a firm grip on his sleeve, making sure he didn’t run off and start any trouble. You saw the look he gave the claw machine. If you hadn’t dragged Silver Wolf away, he would’ve likely broken the thing out of impatience.

“I was so close!” The girl on your shoulder whined, like a kid who didn’t get their favorite toy.

“You already spent 500k on it,” you replied bluntly. “It’s a scam, don’t you know?”

“So what?” Silver Wolf retorted. “I would’ve won!”

“Yeah,” you shifted her up, your shoulder getting sore. You weren’t really built for hard labor. “After you spent another hundred thousand credits, sure.”

“I wasn’t!” She’d stopped fighting you, now hanging limply so that her entire weight pressed down on you. “I could’ve hacked it-”

“Really? You’d put that much effort into a claw machine?” Before Silver Wolf could argue, your phone dinged, as did Blade’s and Silver Wolf’s - successfully interrupting your bickering. You glanced at Blade as he checked his phone for the three of you.

“It’s Kafka,” he reported, typing out a quick response. “She says it’s time to go back.”

“Tell her we’ll be there in 10 minutes, if Silver stops her tantrum,” you said, looking pointedly at Silver Wolf. The hacker kicked you in response. 

“I am not throwing a tantrum,” she huffed. You rolled your eyes.

“Sure, whatever you say.”

Speaking of which, Blade is like your guard dog. A very intimidating guard dog. With a sword. And attitude issues.

Come to think of it, he's more like a cat if anything.

When he's not being launched at the faces of various enemies, Blade often finds himself acting as your shadow. He just follows you around, doesn't say anything, and the second he smells a whiff of a threat, the sword comes out and you have to talk him down before someone calls the cops.

It seems that you’re the only one unaffected by the suffocating tension clogging up the clothing store. There’s an obvious circle of space surrounding you and Blade as you browse through various suits, intent on finding one that would fit the man standing behind you. Elio’s next script required that Blade and Kafka go to a dinner party, and knowing Blade, the man didn’t have any clothes other than the ones you and the other Hunters got for him.

It wasn’t that Blade didn’t have an eye for fashion, rather, he simply didn’t care much for it. Shopping wasn’t exactly his cup of tea either. His hands itched for action, but he did have to admit that this was better than sulking around in his room all day.

You pulled out another suit that had caught your eye, a simple black one with a bronze lapel. It would fit the vest you’d already picked out for him. Holding it out in front of Blade, you squint as you try to picture what it’d look like on him.

Decent enough. You hummed in satisfaction, turning the suit around to show it to him. “What do you think?”

Blade shrugs, only giving the suit a brief glance. “It’s fine.”

You sigh, giving him a look. “Do you like it?”

“It isn’t the worst thing you’ve put me in,” he says nonchalantly. You huff, lightly hitting his chest. For a second, a glimmer of a smile flickers onto his face at your action.

“Watch your attitude,” you reprimand playfully. “Otherwise I’m giving you the shittiest suit I can find in here.”

“You wouldn’t,” Blade says easily as the two of you walk toward the cash registers. “Your heart couldn’t bear to do that to a face like mine.”

“Cheeky brat.”

You remember the day Blade was first brought to the base, picked up by Kafka and Elio like a stray cat. He had a strange resemblance to that of a drowned rat, being absolutely sopping wet.

Your seniors just kinda dropped him off into your room with the only instructions being "Make him look presentable", which didn't give you a lot to work with. You weren't sure how you were going to fix him, but after a lot of bathing, hair drying, and brushing, you soon discovered that the drowned rat had a pretty face.

So basically, you're the only reason why he looks remotely presentable.

And quite frankly, Blade does not make it easier on you. He doesn't care about how he looks, only how his enemies look - and that's dead and unmoving. Sir somehow manages to fuck up his fit every time he goes on mission, coming back with his very expensive clothes, mind you, covered in blood, and his hair messed up.

The audacity of him, to just walk into your room unannounced, clothes completely torn and hair a mess, and plop himself down on your perfectly clean chair and wait for you to fix him up. Granted, you'll do it (you wouldn't allow any of your comrades to leave without a decent haircut), but that doesn't mean you won't rattle his ear off with a scolding.

“Just what did you do to it this time?”

You grumbled as you cut away at Blade’s hair, the man in question sitting in your salon chair and scrolling through his phone. He had just come back from a mission, and this time he somehow managed to cut off the bottom half of his long locks, resulting in a horrendously uneven cut.

“You’re literally so photogenic and then you go and do this?” you huffed, blowing his hair into his face with a blowdryer.

“You can fix it, can’t you?” Blade didn’t even look up from his screen as he texted Silver Wolf, likely using this as an excuse to escape her pleas to game with her.

You scowl, venting your anger as you brushed his hair, cutting a few extra strands. “Just because I can, doesn’t mean I always have the time to do so! Now sit still.”

Oh, and another thing? There's no such thing as privacy when you're with the Stellaron Hunters.

You first learned this when you came back from a particularly grueling mission, early on in your career with the Hunters. You were covered in blood that wasn't (or was it?) yours, drenched from the rain and safe to say, not in the greatest of moods. All you wanted was to take a shower, and preferably, take an undisturbed nap on your warm bed.

Unfortunately, Kafka had other plans.

You opened the door to find her lounging on YOUR bed, IN THE DARK, ruffling through your makeup collection like it was normal. She didn't even seem bothered when you flicked on the light, didn't even acknowledge you until you threw a knife at her.

And what did she say when you made it abundantly clear that she shouldn't be in here? Nothing. She just scrunched up her nose and told you to take a shower.

And that is how you learned that having your own room is utterly useless because every single Hunter could pick a lock. You could try to use an electric one. Silver Wolf sure did. And to her credit, it worked, until a certain dog named Blade came around and just kicked the door down.

Out of all the Stellaron Hunters to creep around in your room, Sam was by far the worse. You could handle Kafka going through your makeup, or Blade judging your taste in books. You can deal with Elio having his fucking shoes on your bed because he's your boss and honestly what are you going to do against an actual seer? Exactly. Nothing. At least his shoes are usually clean.

But Sam? He doesn't visit so that he can go through your things, or just hang around. No. He comes around with the pure intention of scaring the shit out of you.

He just waits?? Outside your door?? In the dark?? Until you open it and he jumps you. It usually ends with someone getting punched, but honestly, it's nothing either of you couldn't handle.

Silver Wolf likes to pretend that she isn't as bad as the other because in her words, she "gives you a warning". Said warning is "You better be decent" before she barges in and starts rambling about the new game she bought.

One time you were not decent and someone had to pay the price. That someone was not you.

There is one good thing that comes out of all this invasion of privacy. Because whatever the others do to you, you get to do right back to them. 

“What does this button do?”

“Don’t touch that.” Kafka playfully whined as Silver Wolf snatched away the console in her hands. The hacker was less than pleased, having returned to her room only to discover that she’d been chosen as the Hunters’ victim for today.

You lean against Kafka’s shoulder, pouting alongside her at your latest toy being confiscated. “C’mon Silver, let us have some fun at least.”

“After you two invaded my room? Not a chance,” she replied, tossing the console to somewhere you and Kafka couldn’t reach. Kafka merely hummed at the loss, leaning back onto Silver Wolf’s messy bed.

“You know, you should really clean up around here,” she commented. “They nearly killed themselves tripping over a stack of DVDs.”

“Agreed, although I wouldn’t mention that last part,” you said, picking up another one of Silver Wolf’s consoles. This one had a fighting game on it. Silver Wolf rolled her eyes as you quickly busied yourself with fighting the boss she had left off on.

“If you don’t want to get hurt, then don’t come in,” she said, plopping down on the bed next to you. Kafka smiled.

“Sure, but where’s the fun in that?” she asked, watching you tap away at the screen. “It was just a suggestion, no need to get all worked up.”

“I’m not, but okay.” Silver Wolf hissed as your character took damage. “If you get my character killed-”

“I won’t,” you retorted, swiftly defeating the boss. You tossed Silver Wolf the console. “See?”

“You’re half dead,” Silver Wolf deadpanned.

“Doesn't matter. I still won.”

Your group chat is an absolute mess, with no one understanding Silver Wolf's slang or dialect. Blade's outdated brain short-circuited the first time he touched a phone, while Kafka just silently accepted her fate. You often have to translate because Silver Wolf sure wasn't going to.

Gambling Addict: Ykw blade

Gambling Addict: This is why u pull no bitches

Gambling Addict: Bc if [name] didnt yassify u 

Gambling Addict: U would have zero rizz

Gambling Addict: Negative rizz actually

You: I see no lie here

Gambling Addict: So stfu about my social life at least i can pull bitches

DONT PICK UP: [Name], translate

Gambling Addict: [Name] i have ur closet at gunpoint 

You: She means Blade can't attract maidens bc he has as much charisma as a blobfish

You: Also stfu silver I know you can't shoot for shit

Gambling Addict: [NAME]

Gambling Addict: Actually no, ur right

DONT PICK UP: Oh, I see

You: I'm always right 💅✨

DONT PICK UP: That does sound like Bladie

Gambling Addict: Listen

Gambling Addict: All i know is that blades been real quiet since i said that

Blade: Silver Wolf.

Gambling Addict: And so he speaks!

Blade: Count your days.

You like to fuck with the others by pretending to be them. Blade nearly murdered you because one time you got bored, and decided that slandering his nonexistent image would be ample entertainment.

In minutes, you turned yourself into Blade's lookalike, and spent the afternoon prancing around in a maid dress because what else were you going to use it for? Unfortunately, that also put you as a target for Blade's wrath. Fortunately, you have a lot of experience escaping people you pissed off.

Silver Wolf still has the pictures. Kafka laughed her ass off until you did the exact same thing to her. And that's when she started shooting.

"I can't believe you did this," you sniffed dramatically, fake tears falling from your face. In your hands was what used to be your pride and joy, the beautiful maid dress that you'd spent millions on (lie).

What used to be a gorgeous garment with frills and lace, was now in tatters from Kafka's bullets and Blade's sword. The two aforementioned culprits weren't the slightest bit guilty as they watched you lament over your clothes.

"You should've thought of that before you started walking around like that," Kafka blew at her smoking gun. Blade nodded firmly in agreement, holding his sword close to his chest.

"It was cute!" you huffed, shaking your head. You weren't actually mad at them. You could always buy another dress to mess with them. Besides, you already got what you wanted.

Your gaze met with Silver Wolf's, who grinned back, holding her phone in between her fingers.

None of the Stellaron Hunters know basic first aid, and that includes you. Most of you just slap on a few bandages, some weird smelling ointment, and call it a day. Silver Wolf doesn't even do that, she just downs three bowls of rice and walks off the broken arm like a Sunday hangover.

But one day, just as your luck would have it, you came back to base with an injury that you couldn't just bandage away. No one knew what to do, and you were bleeding out fast. So what did this hardened group of criminals do?

They googled it. They fucking googled it.

Silver Wolf deadass just searched up how to fix you while you were bleeding out next to her. Kafka, to her credit, did hold your hand to try and comfort you (albeit mockingly), and Blade just stood back and watched. If Elio foresaw a way to help you, well, he didn't say anything.

But it all turned out all right in the end. Eventually, Silver Wolf gave up and simply shoved a bowl of her fried rice in front of you. You still don't know how or why, but it somehow worked. It shouldn't have, but it did.

The scene in front of you reminded you of a bunch of school children watching a chemistry experiment for the first time. The Stellaron Hunters crowded around you, eyes trained onto your closing wound with unnerving fascination. Even Blade, who rarely had any emotion at all, was watching you with the faintest glimmer of awe.

"What the hell did you put in that thing?" you turned in disbelief to Silver Wolf, the only unphased person in the room. The hacker was already somewhere else, her thumbs tapping rapidly as she played another one of her rhythm games.

"Trash."

"WHAT." You almost throttled her before she quickly teleported a safe distance away, clutching her phone to her chest.

"Kidding, kidding, no need to get all worked up!" She sighed, clearing a level without looking.

"Just some solid water and protein rice, that's all."

"You mean ice?" You swatted at Kafka, who was poking at where your wound used to be.

"No."

Safe to say, the Stellaron Hunters are an... interesting bunch, to put it lightly. They're all assholes, including you, and seem to thrive over inconveniencing each other. The only time you all can somewhat work together is when you're acting out one of Elio's scripts.

But you'd be lying if you said you hated working at this job. You live for the thrill of things, and being a Hunter was the most fun you've had in a long, long time, even if your coworkers occasionally annoyed you to death.

None of you would ever say it aloud, but you wouldn't trade each other for anything in the world.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr #hsr x reader #hsr blade #hsr kafka #hsr silver wolf #honkai star rail blade #honkai star rail kafka #honkai star rail silver wolf #blade #kafka #silver wolf #reader insert #y/n #reader #scenario #long post !! #stellaron hunters #series : a day in the life #archives 🏵️

[scoobydoodean]

losing my entire marbles at deancrits saying he's abusive bc he was parentified like????? a) do you know what parentification IS and b) tell me you dont have real problems without telling me

anw heres a pretty pic of dean w glasses that im obsessed with to help cope w all the anons

DEAN IN GLASSES!!!!

Someone just put it very very plainly in Courtney's inbox, but we all knew Dean's parentification was the force underlying the take that Dean has power over Sam... didn't we? ...I mean. I guess I can't speak for anyone else exactly, but I've written about how Dean's parentification is the driving force behind the narrative that Dean is abusive several times this year alone. In fact, before that anon clarified their meaning, I'd already done it for them.

Hardcore samgirls and others with this take on Dean seem to think Deangirls just "don't understand" the "power imbalance" in play. They think we've just never thought about their perspective, but... they actually just don't understand ours? They don't understand that what is absolutely vile and repulsive about their view is that it begins and ends with the perpetuation of Dean's childhood abuse.

One of the greatest horrors of parentification as a form of abuse is that it involves the illusion of power. It ascribes "power" to a child that that child does not actually have, and then judges that child for mishandling that "power".

"Something Wicked" is a great example of this. John blames Dean for Sam getting hurt, based on a lie that Dean had the power to stop the shtriga. In reality, Dean couldn't have done anything even if he'd been there, because the idea that he had power was nothing more than an illusion. He was far too young and inexperienced to be expected to carry through with a seasoned soldier's battle temperament when faced with a terrifying monster, but that isn't even the most direct expression of the illusion of Dean's power. His shotgun is. To harm a shtriga, you have to have iron-consecrated bullets. Dean did not have a weapon that could have harmed the shtriga. The gun only provides an illusion of power. When John blamed him, and Dean blamed himself—both did so because of a lie that Dean had power in a situation where Dean had absolutely none.

John blames Dean because he doesn't want to take responsibility for his own power and authority. He doesn't want to live with the fact that he had the knowledge, temperament, experience, role of protector, and consecrated bullets... but just wasn't there when Sam and Dean needed him. So he assigns all of the power and authority to Dean. Dean had the power. Dean made the wrong choices. Dean got Sam hurt. It wasn't John's choices or John's absence that nearly got Sam killed. John was helpless.

Every single time that samgirls claim Dean holds power over Sam through parentification, they refer to an illusion used to scapegoat a child for the actions of another. They assign Dean "power" over Sam that Dean does not actually have and then judge him for mishandling that "power".

The idea that Dean has authority over Sam through his childhood parentification is a lie. It is an illusion born from abuse. And when Sam occasionally decides he is unhappy with the outcome of the choices he made and doesn't want to face his own culpability, he does exactly what John did to Dean, because the poison drips down. Sam watched John treat Dean as if he possessed authority and power Dean didn't have for 18 years and some change. He learned how to assign Dean the same false authority and power and he learned Dean would absorb it, and now Samgirls want Dean to "curb that shit", while Sam blames Dean for his own choices in episodes like 1.10, 1.22, 5.04. In reality, there is no power imbalance.

Even if we want to argue that the false perception of Dean's power created the potential for an extremely toxic relationship regardless of whether the power is real or not, Dean would hardly be guaranteed the handle side of the knife. Sam has more than proven he can put that blade to Dean's throat.

#mail #projecting displaced aggression and scapegoating in spn #1.18 #5.04 #1.10 #1.22 #dont feed the stans after midnight #parentification #season 1 #season 5

[giggly-squiggily]

Lee megumi and ler gojo bc their dynamic is cute and bc i love your writing hehe🫶 ofc you can decline it if you don't wanna do it💅🏻🫶

Ooo, I don't think I've written for these two yet! (Or if I have- not in a full fic) I've gotcha covered, anon! :D This got a little angsty towards the end, but I'm still proud of it :D I hope you like it!

CW: Swearing

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps)

@thatbigbisexual29 @duckymcdoorknob @baby-tickles2022 @cupcake-spice13

Gojo’s been around the block enough times in his life to know it when he sees it.

Flushed cheeks, averted gazes, a new softness in the way he speaks.

Megumi was in love.

Or at the very least- he had a big fat crush on someone.

And Gojo was gonna find out who! ~~~

“You’re out of your mind.” Megumi told him flatly.

Okay- directly asking didn’t lead to much. Not that Gojo expected it to.

“Oh come on, I know a crush when I see one.” Gojo grinned over his shades, eyes dancing. “And you, my boy, got a big one. What’s her name? Is she cute? Does she go to the academy?”

Megumi’s face scrunched up irritably, and he turned away. “Forget about it.”

“Nah, you’re right- that’s too safe. What’s his name?”

“Gojo-”

“Their?”

“Shut up-”

“Do they go to the academy? Are you guys friends?” Gojo gasped suddenly, a name coming to mind. “It’s Itadori, isn’t it?”

Megumi froze mid step, a heated flush creeping up his neck. Gojo beamed.

“Oh my god.”

“Don’t-”

“I freaking knew it!”

“It’s not like that-”

“Oh is it?” Gojo hopped over, tossing an arm around Megumi’s shoulder, eyes dancing. “You’re crushing on Megumi! That’s so cute! How long? Was it since you two first met? I bet that could make anyone fall in love, the way he swooped in and saved his friends!”

“You’re believing your own lies!”

“Nah, I know when I see it.” Gojo winked, chuckling when Megumi blew air out his nose, face warm. “Wow- does that make Itadori my future son in law?”

“When the hell did I become your kid?” Megumi went to pull the arm off from around his shoulders, but Gojo’s arm was heavy.

“Since I adopted you, silly!” Gojo teased, pinching his cheek. “Oo, should I play the tough dad? I’d have to find a weapon. NO- I’ll play the flutterly mom that’s too attached to her son! Oh, Megumi! Don’t leave mommy alone!” Gojo fake whined, hugging the other closer to him as he spun them around on the mats.

“How about neither, you sicko!” Megumi growled, finally wiggling out of his grasp. “God, you’re so annoying!”

“And YOU are fussy with love!” Gojo laughed, shooting his hands out, jabbing him in the sides. “Okay- no funny parent roles! I’ll be the dashing uncle that gives you great love advice!”

“I don’t neehehehhed that! Ahehahaha, Stahahhap it, you ahahahhass!” Megumi snarled through his laughter, backing away. Gojo-being Gojo, merely followed, still poking and prodding, earning more struggling laughter. “Gohoohoho fuhuuhuhuck yohohohohurself!”

“Oo, swearing! How naughty! How am I gonna punish you?” Gojo laughed, reaching out and properly grabbing the other, squeezing his lower ribs and making Megumi arch with a shriek. “I know! A thousand tickles for that dirty mouth of yours!”

“Gehahahahhahhahaha! Noohoohoohohoho, Gohohohoohjohohohoho plehahahahhahase!” Megumi cackled, doubling over in mirth as he tried prying his hands off. “I hahahhahahhate this!”

“Sure you do. That’s why you’re not fighting back.” Gojo teased with a wink, earning a shaky middle finger. “Oo, that’s two thousand tickles!”

“Gohohohohoohoohjohohohoohoho!”

“You’re so cute! I bet Itadori thinks so.” Gojo grinned, eyes twinkling. “I bet he thinks you’re pretty neat! That you’re the bee’s knees and he’s just waiting for you to ask him out!”

“Nohohohohooho he dohohohoohesn’t!” Something changed then, and Gojo felt himself slow down at the sudden shift in tone. Megumi, now free from his tickles, sank to the mats on his knees, arms around his torso and gasping for air.

“Nohohoo..he dohohesn’t.” Megumi said again, his voice grave. Gojo blinked, curious as he kneeled down.

“And what makes you so sure of that?”

“Because he’s straight, Gojo.”

Just like a flick of a switch, all the humor Gojo was riding on suddenly seemed to die. He watched Megumi’s face scrunch in insecurity before he ducked down, hiding his face in his hair. “Did he tell you that?”

“No, but come on. You and I both know he is! He likes tall girls with big asses! He has posters of them all over his walls. He even went on a date with a girl the other day.” There wasn’t any bitter rage in his voice, just…resignation. “He’s straight, Gojo.”

Humor turned to coiling guilt. Gojo felt his insides twist as he watched Megumi sink into himself. Reaching out, he put a hand on Megumi’s hair. “I’m sorry, Megumi.”

“Shu-ut up.” Something shook in his voice as he went to swat Gojo away, but then Megumi found himself yanked into a side hug, his face pressed against Gojo’s side. “Leave me alone, I’m f-fine.”

“You don’t sound fine.” Gojo only squeezed tighter, rubbing a thumb against his shoulder as Megumi blinked back tears. “Listen, I don’t know what to tell you about Itadori. Hell, I can’t even tell you about yourself. It all comes down to us and figuring out who we are. You think he’s straight, but you don’t know. He might be what you are- a unicorn or whatever.”

“Bisexual. Asshole.” Megumi choked on a laugh, punching his chest.

“Yeah yeah, that!” Gojo grinned, the expression softening as he carried on. “Or something familiar to that! The point is, you don’t know unless you ask. You might be surprised by what he says.”

“And if it’s not good?” Megumi sounded scared. Gojo squeezed him tighter.

“You’ll be okay. Believe me, yours truly has been through many a heartbreak. It’s not fun, but you’ll be okay.” Gojo turned to look at him, meeting his eye. “You’ll probably cry a lot. Crank up some old sad songs in your headphones and hide under the sheets for awhile. Take out all your pent up anger and rejection on some curses and monsters and even me when we train together, have a girls talk with Nobara at some point- don’t give me that look, you can’t tell me she’s not in love with Maki- and by the end of it, you’ll stand up and try again and again until you find the person you love.

“Or, it could work out, and you’ll have all the feelings and complicated bullshit that comes with being in love and dating your best friend and teammate. You’re already halfway there. I can’t predict the future, much to popular belief, but I know no matter what happens, you’ll pull through, kiddo.”

Megumi was quiet, sniffing a few times in thought. “Heh…you really do sound like that cool big brother right now.” He laughed, making Gojo snort. “Really…thanks Gojo. I…I don’t know what to do. What if he’s all…”

“He’s not.” Gojo didn’t hesitate.

“He’s not.” Megumi agreed, shaking out his shoulders with a breath. “Okay. I’m not…ready to say anything. I don’t know if I’ll ever be. But…thanks anyway.”

“That's fine, take your time, kid. Just don’t forget.” He reached out, flicking Megumi’s forehead. “Don’t wait forever. Be greedy- the risk might be worth it.”

Megumi rolled his eyes but let Gojo help him back to his feet. “Whatever.”

“Heh. Alright, ready to train?” Gojo smirked, taking a few steps back. “While we do, you can tell me more about this crush on Itadori of yours!”

“Gojo!”

Thanks for reading!

#jjk #tickle #tickle fic #fluff with a dash of angst #megumi fujishima #gojo satoru #mentions of Megudori #or whatever the ship's name is #this got a little sad at points #but I turned it into hurt/comfort whoops #Gojo can be supportive when he wants to be :D

[spaceyflowerswriting]

pt 2/4: little changes (gun park x reader)

...except the main character is goo and reader only plays a role in little dialogue. hear me out.

(pt 1)

details: fluffy oneshot, gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and gun have been dating for a while in secret

summary: goo starts to notice little changes in gun, influenced by you. the thing is, gun is keeping his relationship on the low, so here are goo's antics of being annoying and trying to find out who you are.

warning: one part of these moments has implications of gun and reader in bed!

a/n: i dont rmbr how i got this information but at the time i wrote this, i heard gun couldn't drive so... yeah lol

(ironically i forgot gun's first appearance is him literally driving crystal around. but tbh, just bc i think its funny, i wanna keep it a headcanon that he can't drive LMAO)

×

"Make sure you don't text and drive."

"Hah, how old do you think I am?"

"Just saying! You text often on your travels so I wanna make sure."

"Don't worry, I always make my coworker drive."

. . .

The red stop light finally gave Goo a chance to snap his neck towards the passenger seat where Gun sat.

"Must be so nice to just sit there, huh?"

"Eyes on the road," Gun replied flatly, his gaze still glued to his phone. Nearly the entire ride he had his eyes on it. And it looked like he was texting.

Suddenly curious, Goo acknowledged Gun's comment with, "We're at a stoplight, dumbass," and then asked, "Who's so important you can't stop texting them?"

"Why is that the assumption?"

Goo scrunched a brow, lips twisting into a frown. "What does that mean?"

"I could be typing notes in my phone."

"Stop bullshitting, you and I never take notes."

For a second Gun looked like he was going to admit Goo was right, but then he just looked up and said, "The light's green again."

Goo looked back in front of him, only to see a red light. He deadpanned and turned back to Gun, staring down at his phone.

"Seriously, who're you texting? I've driven your ass around for twenty minutes and you've done nothing but stare and text on your phone."

"That's none of your business. How close are we to our destination?"

Goo tsked and sucked in a breath of sharp air, bringing his eyes to the road. "Almost there."

"Alright."

There was a pause as the light actually turned green this time and Goo pushed down on the pedal, pushing the driving limit like he always did. He decided to keep bothering Gun in the meanwhile.

"I know you're not texting the boss, he'd rather call you, and he only talks to us for business reasons. I'd guess it's also probably not Crystal since your conversations with her are always short and to the point. And you don't have any friends. Just who are you texting?" He kept on rambling his thoughts out loud, while Gun sat silently.

When Goo eventually gave up, he suggested Gun drive sometimes so he could just be on his phone for twenty minutes.

"I got Candy Crush levels to beat, ya know."

"You won't be alive to beat them if you allow me to drive."

Memories of a burning car with him and Gun standing in front of them flashed in Goo's mind three times--a different car each time--and he nodded.

"I don't know how you can fight a seven nation army but can't drive a car."

"That's a mystery to me, too."

Goo wanted to facepalm.

~

"That selection of jewelry looks so nice."

"You know you can buy it, right? My card is yours."

"No, Gun, we are not doing this again. Last time you let me use your card you ended up nearly buying the entire store for me."

"Hmph."

. . .

"Rubies, eh?" Goo held up the necklace he picked up, embedded with emeralds. He glanced back and forth between it and the ruby necklace Gun was holding. "You buying a necklace?"

"No, I don't like jewelry."

"The hell are you doing here then?"

"I'm buying a gift."

Goo snorted. "Very funny, now tell me the truth."

Gun stared through his sunglasses, not a single muscle moving on his face.

"Oh?" Goo leaned in, staring more closely at Gun's face like there was some hidden movement of an expression change or something. "Who's it for, huh? I didn't think you'd be the type to buy jewelry for someone."

"I'm buying it for someone special to me," Gun answered surprisingly honestly, leaving Goo flabbergasted for a moment.

"Uh." He leaned back to compose himself, adjusting his glasses. "First off, that's so cringe. Secondly, you actually have a friend?" Or maybe a lover or crush? Usually that's what someone special meant. Still seemed unbelievable, but just in case, Goo added in, "...Or something?"

Gun made a slight smirk. "I'm not incapable of creating bonds."

Goo shivered. "Ew, why do you always talk like an alien? Just say you made a friend." He followed Gun as the latter turned away to look at bracelets. "Who'd you become friends with? Some new successor you're trying to impress through jewelry?"

"When have I ever done that? Of course not."

"Then who?"

"Does my personal life matter to you?"

Goo swatted at his shoulder. "I could care less, but you've got me curious now. Who's this 'special someone' to you?"

"Stay curious," simply said Gun, picking up bracelets with his free hand and comparing them to the necklace in his other hand.

"Ugh."

Fine, Goo didn't care. It was probably some one night stand Gun just really liked the work of and wanted to keep around.

Actually... Gun had never said anyone was special to him before. It was cringey to hear him say that before like Goo stated, but now curiosity grew in him. What could it mean...?

~

"Oh, shit! I just remembered your meeting!"

"Damn, I lost track of time."

"It's fine, we both did, now hurry!"

. . .

Mr. Choi strummed his fingers across the table, not hiding his annoyance. "Gun, late again?" he questioned, Goo snickering.

Gun bowed his head slightly. "You called in a sudden meeting. I apologize for not being prepared, sir."

Goo was sitting leaned back in his chair, feet kicked up on the table. "Why do you look like a mess?"

Gun straightened up, finishing buttoning his shirt up and running a hand through his hair. His tone was much more sharper when replying to Goo. "I just said I apologize for being unprepared."

"So? It's late at night, what were you doing? Lounging around and being messy?" joked Goo.

Mr. Choi narrowed his eyes. "Or did you just come back from 'messing around?'"

Goo's jaw dropped when Gun's head slightly lowered once more.

"You youngsters..." Mr. Choi pinched the bridge of his nose.

"No fucking way!" Goo immediately started cackling as he leaned back, nearly falling from his chair. He moved to sit properly while giggling in between. "Sorry we interrupted your little fun~"

Gun ignored him and just mumbled an apology when Mr. Choi lectured him with, "I know you're an adult with the freedom to do as you wish, but don't be so careless by losing track of time."

The meeting began right after that, and Goo listened, of course. But he couldn't help but be mildly distracted by thoughts about the person Gun was "messing around with." Did they really do him so good he would lose track of time? Or did this person matter more to him than this meeting so he stayed back a little?

Probably the first, and it was also funnier if it was true. If the second was true though, that'd be interesting. Still kind of funny, though... Goo felt like he could never imagine Gun getting emotionally invested in anyone.

~

"Have fun at the party!"

"Ugh, I don't even want to go... promise me you'll still be here if I come back early. Which I probably will."

"Pft, sure."

. . .

Goo had a little too much to drink during this party. But he was having fun so who cares?

While chatting up some people, he saw Gun walking away to the exit of the room and ran after him, leaving the people he was talking to confused. He wrapped an arm around Gun's shoulder once he caught up, slurring, "Where're you going, huuuh~?" Gun shrugged him off but Goo just moved to hug his arm instead. "The party just began!"

"Ugh." Gun pulled his arm out of Goo's grasp. "I don't like parties like these."

"But you never leave this early! Come on, there's more to drink and eat!"

Gun sighed and looked around until he spotted a certain someone. "Crystal!"

"Hm?" She looked over at him, pausing from grabbing snacks at the tables.

"Keep this guy busy."

"What?" Gun was already sprinting away. Crystal started shouting, "Gun! GUN!! YOU ASSHOLE!!"

"Where's he going?" Goo wailed, heading to Crystal to lean onto her. "It's like he's sneaking away to see someone!"

Crystal shoved Goo away (or attempted to, because he kept falling on her like he didn't have a skeleton), saying something under her breath as she shook her head.

Goo didn't hear, and even if he did, he probably wouldn't remember tomorrow morning anyways.

#lookism x reader #gun park x reader #the saga continues lol

[hostilemuppet]

i only ever saw a playthrough of the first game but i do have a friend who was a kokichi/kaito fan for a long while so i think i can probably construct plausible deaths in harpers fic. not the executions (the anon who wrote those did good though) but the deaths. and also how i think harper would write them instead of what would work best.

Suki: death is very similar to the pop girl who died first in the first game, but instead of floyd having to throw a baseball at the incinerator button he left an eyeshadow smear somewhere that becomes the cincher for the piece.

Viva: since her death is canonically written as just a way to get her out of the picture and thus likely didn't have a lot of thought into it,,,,, Biggie kills her by shoving Mr. Dinkles down her throat while she's unconscious, causing her to suffocate. Harper's breathplay kink strikes again 😞

Cooper: Since Smidge had it in her head that he was gonna kill Poppy i imagine it would have been something brutal, fast, and almost impulsive given the way harper's completely murdered smidge's character for her fic. and since he's the ultimate baker it probably happened in the kitchen,,,, thinking either shoved into the oven or stabbed with a knife. or both. his second line in the entire fic is him greeting smidge seconds before she kills him

Trollex: the real trick is how the hell harper managed to have one twin do the killing without the other noticing. UNLESS the innocent twin Does Know and is struggling to keep quiet all throughout the investigation and trial. either way the death i feel harper would write for him probably involved,,,, well idk how creative harper is, maybe she could have written him having his gills slashed up and then drowning in his own blood, or maybe he got garroted with a ribbon the twins were gonna use in a dress they were making

Branch: given what harper's like i feel like a) his title of "Ultimate Survivalist" plays ZERO role in the fic/he doesn't get to show off a single skill in favor of more prose of the breek foe-yay and b) bc creek killed him and bc harper was writing toxic breek wherein creek explicitly killed branch so they could be "together forever" AND bc she's a fujoshi with a breathplay thing,,,, i think that harper wrote it as creek strangling branch with his hair but she went into heavy detail on creek's body pressing into branch's from behind, arms wrapped around him and then went into excruciating detail of branch's final seconds from branch's perspective. and then bc creek wanted to get caught he made sure to leave his comb in branch's hair. yes i know i just gave a lot of details but i imagine the fic as harper wrote it was even worse. like "very clearly meant to arouse" worse 😟

the main reason biggie took so much offense to the fic that he did a "serious stream" on it is because, in his words, "i would NEVER endanger Mr. Dinkles like that!"

THESE ARE ALL GOOD... one thing though, i did actually think about what the evil twin's murder method would be:

the other twin is asleep (or maybe knocked out, maybe with sleeping pills) and the blackened drags her body out of their room after hours. it was dumb luck that trollex was also out of his room (maybe also planning a murder, but idk). the blackened uses her and her twins hair to strangle trollex, so there is no weapon left. the perfect crime... except they figure it out pretty soon into the trial, and the rest is spent determining which twin is the one guilty of murder

i thought of this before they said that there was a common theme of suffocation, so its fun how that works out isnt it

#ask #tdau

[wooahaes]

tiger stripes

pairing: hoshi x fem!chubby!reader

prompt: i’m bitter about people assuming readers are thin and i want comfort, babeyyy

word count: 1.8k~

warnings: body insecurity from a chubby reader. also like... reader takes off her shirt. lowercase intended, not proofread.

daisy’s notes: if someone else has ever written this sort of thing... i wouldn’t be surprised. if not then how!!! literally i have looked for “hoshi calling ur stretchmarks tiger stripes” before and its entirely possible i just didnt find it but like. its right there. anyway hoshi loving ur stretch marks isn’t exclusive to ppl who have them bc chubby but this is my comfort fic and i make the rules

soonyoung always looked at you like you were more radiant than the sun, and it did wonders for your confidence when the two of you started dating. it wasn’t that you hated your body--you’d long since come to terms with the fact that genetics played more of a role than you liked in the way you looked, and that all you could do was keep yourself as healthy as you could. truthfully, you still had no idea how you landed someone like soonyoung, who happily went along with you to the gym sometimes and kept an eye on you. you’d posed the question sometime within the first year of dating of if he wanted you to lose weight, and he looked at you confused and asked if you wanted to. when you told him that wasn’t what you were asking, he clarified it: if you want to lose weight for you, then he’d support you. it wasn’t his place to tell you what to do with your body, and he loved you all the same. he liked working out, usually with his buddies, but he’d never push that onto you. he wanted you healthy and happy: and if you were healthy and happy as he knew you were, then he was happy.

which, to be honest, meant that soonyoung was a goddamn catch and you loved him even more than you thought you did. you realized how much you’d changed while dating him. instead of hiding yourself as much, you dressed to flatter your figure and to show off what you felt comfortable showing off. confidence was key, and soonyoung hyping you up as his “incredibly gorgeous girlfriend” whenever given the chance definitely helped you a lot. even if it did get to the embarrassing level of him telling his friends to compliment you more because you deserved to know how beautiful you were. although, sweethearts that they all were, they almost always did tell you that they liked your hair, that your outfit looked nice, that you looked radiant... until soonyoung grew a little too jealous and wrapped his arms around you and told them to remember that you were still his girlfriend and that their compliments “rightfully” couldn’t outdo his. jihoon teased him once and told him to step up his game then, and soonyoung almost pouted until he heard the way you laughed.

despite all of the confidence boosters, you still had rough days. self love was a difficult journey that you’d tried traversing plenty of times before, and you could only go so far without that confident glow fading a bit. it came with years of bullshit being fed to you about how fat women couldn’t be happy. about how anyone who chased them were people who had a fetish. that no person would rightfully love someone bigger because there was always someone prettier who actually fit beauty standards better. it was a crock of shit, and despite knowing that beauty wasn’t tied to other people’s perception, you knew what society was like. the world was simply not quite there yet to realize that a person’s worth shouldn’t be tied to health or beauty--especially since there were people in the world who simply would never be healthy. but that was another point for another time.

it always hit you worse when the weather got warmer. and soonyoung had learned that after dating you for almost two and a half years. so he came home to you, calling you pretty and all the sweet things that he normally did, until he finally flopped down in the space next to you.

“it’s hot outside,” he said, plucking at your hoodie sleeve. “aren’t you hot?”

you shook your head, arms hugged closer to you. “it’s fine,” you motioned toward the settings for the ac. “i’m keeping it cooler in here.”

he pouted at you. “but you’re still sweating. i can see it. you’re in your own home,” he reached out. “home is for being comfy.”

you knew he had a point there, but you shrugged it off. “maybe when you go--”

“are you not comfy around me?” he looked hurt, drawing off a little more. “jagi...”

“i do,” you tried to push, “i just...”

soonyoung said nothing as the silence lulled between you, looking down at his hands for a moment. then he looked up, reached for your hands, and gently pulled you forward as he stood up. he told you to come with him, and, albeit confused, you did. he guided you to your bedroom, motioned for you to sit down, and waited.

“i’m going to take this off,” he said, toying with the sleeve of your jacket. “do you trust me? is that okay?”

when you nodded slowly, soonyoung tugged off the article of clothing, smiling at your messy hair before pressing a kiss onto your forehead.

“does that feel better?”

it did, and you refused to let him know that he was right. but he saw the way you pouted, giggled, and pecked your lips.

“now this,” he tapped at your shirt. “is that okay, too?”

you looked up at soonyoung as he waited, standing in front of you. “soonyoung, i really don’t feel like--”

“we’re not,” he said quickly. “i... i just wanna show you something.”

“with my shirt off,” you said, expression deadpan as you watched him. unbothered, he beamed at you and nodded. “okay,” you sighed, “if i must.”

soonyoung gently nudged for you to scoot back, and you obliged after a second. his fingers fumbled with the hem of your shirt for a moment before slowly lifting it up, stripping it off of you. he watched you bristle for a moment as cool air hit your skin, and you could hear him mumble an apology. he told you to lie back for a moment, and you became slightly more concerned about his intentions before deciding you trusted him. two years was enough to tell you that soonyoung would never force you into something you didn’t want.

“hold on--” he mumbled, and gently tugged your shorts down a little more to expose your stomach to him. “there.” he looked up at you, tracing over your stretch marks. “do you know what these are?”

“stretch marks, babe,” you almost rolled your eyes.

“tiger stripes,” he was beaming at you, and you felt the heat rise to your face at how cute he looked. like he’d been planning this for forever and finally had an excuse to use it. “and i think they’re cute,” he said.

of course you do, you thought to yourself, knowing just how far his love of tigers went. You tensed up when he pressed a kiss against your stretch marks, hands holding your hips in place for a moment, and then you felt him giggle against your skin.

“you’re so cute!” he said, chin resting against your stomach as he looked up at you. “and soft! i love holding you,” he pressed another quick kiss against your stomach, higher up this time. “and i love how soft you are right here,” his fingers pressed into your chub, “and here,” another kiss, higher up on your abdomen, “and here--” he squeezed around your waist, drawing direct attention to the amount of fluff you had there. “you’re so cute,” he propped himself above you for just a moment, leaning down to peck you on the lips. soonyoung rolled into the empty space beside you, looking at you with admiration. “i know i can’t make your feelings go away, but... i love you just the way you are.”

“i know, but...” you sighed. “i dunno. don’t people ask about how someone like you is with me?”

he shook his head. “no one whose opinions matter.”

“what if one of your friends did?” you said. “i know they wouldn’t, but what if they did?”

he hummed to himself for a moment, eyes downcast as he thought it over. “then... i’d change their mind,” he reached out, clasping his hand around yours. “but if they did ask... i think they’d be concerned about how i ended up with someone as nice as you. you don’t make fun of me or push me to do anything i don’t want to do.” he shut his eyes, “and you’re cute and you’re sweet, even to my friends. remember the time you took care of seungkwan because he was sick?” he opened his eyes, which were practically sparkling in admiration. “or the time cheol forgot one of his assignments, so you took it to him? you’re so nice and thoughtful and sweet... i think i’m lucky to have you. even when i get excited about tigers, you think its cute.”

“because it is. because you’re cute.”

soonyoung nuzzled closer to you, wrapping his arms around you. “you even took went with me to see tigers for my birthday,” he giggled against your skin. “i know the others told you to leave me there as a joke. but... you just took pictures and bought me a new tiger plush for my room.” he intertwined a leg with your own, leaning back to glance at the tiger on the other side of your bed. “you even kept the one i bought you.”

you felt yourself blushing, face hot as you looked away. “of course i did. he’s a good cuddle partner when you’re not here.”

“see!” he pressed a kiss against the spot where your jaw met your neck. “because i’m your tiger,” he trailed a hand back down to your stomach. “and you have tiger stripes, which makes you my tiger,” he teased. “so you should love them, okay? because i love them and i love you and we’ll be cute tigers together.”

the moment you erupted into giggles, soonyoung felt accomplished. that was what he’d been waiting for: to see your pretty smile, or to hear your pretty laugh again. it wouldn’t erase your feelings, but at least he knew you were happy in that moment. soonyoung wrapped his arms back around you, pulling you in closer as he pressed another kiss into your neck.

“i love you,” he said again. “even if you can’t love yourself, i’ll love you until you can, okay? because... you love me. even if i think i look weird sometime, or if i had my eyebrows bleached too light and people tease me about it... you always call me handsome. so i want to make you as happy as you make me,” he squeezed you tight, eyes fluttering shut. “if you ever want to change something about yourself... then do it because you want to. not because you want to make anyone else happy.”

“soonyoung...”

he pressed another kiss onto your bare shoulder before resting his forehead against it. “okay?” his voice was quieter that time. “i love you. including your cute tummy and your tiger stripes.”

you turned over, unraveling yourself long enough to face him and press a clumsy kiss onto the corner of his mouth. “i love you, too,” you said. “thank you for making me feel safe.”

#wooahaes.fic #seventeen imagine #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #svt x reader #svt imagine #svt x you #hoshi x reader #hoshi fluff #hoshi x you #kwon soonyoung x reader #kwon soonyoung fluff #kwon soonyoung x you #chubby reader #fem reader

[firesnap]

Your tweet came up on my timeline today (which is wild bc i didnt even know you had a firesnap twitter lmao) and just out of curiosity, can you expand on the tweet about Tommy’s bit about Wilbur needing more credit? I was never really into the dsmp so i missed like a lot of it, but i assume it was about wilbur writing, but who was getting annoyed by it? I assume it was green dude who had to address it on a podcast but like… what did he have to address? Lmao. Sorry if this is a weird ask!

If asked, I do not have a twitter and don't know what you're talking about at all.

But yeah, there was this period during like late 2020-early 2021 where Tommy would constantly make sure to mention, whenever he was asked or was talking about how big the dsmp was, how it was Wilbur who wanted him to role play and Wilbur who got everything organized and set up the server with a plot and came up with the idea for L'Manberg. This was in contrast to uh, other versions of how the server started which essentially boiled down to "I started this smp with my friends and then Tommy joined and we decided to make it a big story."

And that would annoy the fuck out of fanbases for certain other CC's and usually start this discourse of "if Wilbur was in charge of this that's why THIS thing is better now that he's not in charge!!" or saying the server was better pre-lore when it was half-dead and just people playing vanilla minecraft. Or worse, saying that everyone was overestimating what Wilbur did and that it was actually _____ who did all the groundwork.

Eventually that one cunt went on a podcast and talked about how much Wilbur actually did and how much the server was more organized when Wilbur was more active (to the surprise of no one, this was after the server had been essentially written into a corner).

[lawlietscaramels]

alike to you, i have my own death note oc :D if it's okay, would you tell us more about yours? i'm genuinely curious how they fit into the story and their role in it altogether.

Miss Rie // 1429

keyo I'm going to squeeze you like a stress ball or something you're awesome and you better tell us all about your oc?!?!? :DD and it is SO okay rr I'm gonna ramble. cw torture mention, mental health issues, manipulation and other such traits.

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Relationships, Lore So Far, Personality, Strengths, Weaknesses, Trivia

Relationships

She's aligned with Team L!! of course dnsjhd

Rie and L have a funny relationship because they've worked together for a while and seem close but aren't together (as far as the TF know at least. I'm not sure yet to what degree her relationship with L has progressed at the time the anime is set). but everyone who meets them goes: "a girl in love and a man who's apathetic"

She actually likes Light a lot, because he's a nice guy, when he's not Kira. would be friends with him in another life.

When it comes to 「Kira」 whoever they may be, she dislikes but understands them. She knows that there are problems in the world and a lot of them stem from "evil people", but she doesn't really believe in purely evil people, and also realises that Kira's methods are counterproductive.

Rie does NOT get along with Misa. she can tolerate her but only in small doses. She's always kind to her, though this is mostly so she can try to get information out of her.

As for the rest of the Task Force: Likes them all. She never met Ukita though cause she introduces herself a while after L does in my current plan. Thinks Matsuda is a little naïve and Chief Yagami is blinded by his love for his son.

At the moment I'm thinking Rie isn't an orphan but lived somewhere near Wammy's House when she was little. She loooves annoying Near, Matt and Mello.

Lore So Far

there's a lot of unrefined stuff, what I have here is likely to change

I mentioned beforehand she works with L for a few years before the Kira case. she actually spent a lot of her life tracking him down, basically just to play with him/annoy him because... she's just an ass like that. So eventually she was able to contact him and they played a Game of cat and mouse, detective vs detective (I have a minific written for this that I might share. also Rie's not quite a detective... kinda a vigilante? not sure how to explain)

my current plan is she ends up getting stuck in a situation like Light was, where L suspects her for a case (she hacked into his database and deleted all his files) and has to work with her and keep an eye on her. I'm considering that she purposely got caught bc she was in trouble with more dangerous people, but maybe L catches her because, well, he's the world's greatest detective and the dangerous people just encounter Rie later

she's eventually cleared of suspicion because she wasn't involved in the cases she wiped, she just deleted them to be annoying and win the Game. Rie sticks around to annoy L for a while but then in come the dangerous people!!

the reason for this isn't fully fleshed out yet, but she gets herself kidnapped and once they realise she worked with L they try to get information on him out of her (through torture pretty much). this bit is the bit I'm probably least happy with, I want to work on it more. but in the end her stomach gets cut open, she escapes and collapses/gets rescued, and L realises he can trust her.

Rie goes to various countries and does her own thing for a few years, occasionally assisting L on cases, before she comes to Japan for the Kira case

there's so much Kira related stuff that I think I'll make another post sometime haha.

but that is the simplified and unrefined version of her backstory!

Personality

a proud feminist!! because come on death note needs one. (I know I said earlier she likes Light and dislikes Misa but the way he treats her ticks Rie off)

honestly can be very annoying on purpose, like a sibling

that said she's a good person overall, has done suspicious contract work and whatever, but she loves people and she really cares for everyone in her life

energetic 50% of the time, asleep the other 50%.

Pretty analytical but definitely has and expresses emotions. Probably INTP but I'm not great with MBTI tying.

a sore loser. But instead of trying to win, she will just give up if she knows there's a chance of losing. that way she can tell herself that it was her decision and thus, she won.

Loves her friends + family and has a somewhat motherly vibe

Strengths

she's the smartest woman in the world!! because honestly it is a crime that all the smart people in death note are men and hey, it's kind of cool to make an oc who's the anything-est in the world. (I wouldn't say she's REALLY the smartest, she just has a fairly wide skill set and is intelligent. maybe the highest-achieving)

Well she hacked L's main databases so I think you can tell she's good with technology

Her major in uni was psychology! Criminal and maybe abnormal psych, that is. also has dabbled in sociology and neurology. Rie knows a lot of languages.

a good baker (this may be the real reason L didn't have her killed).

A cheerful presence, good at raising morale and making L seem more approachable and likeable to the Task Force. usually optimistic.

Weaknesses

I know I just said she's optimistic, but this is because she makes a conscious effort to be. Rie's got a lot of anxiety and worries, and struggles with several mental health issues.

Her pride is as bad as L's ego. Actually, she'd claim it's worse.

When she gets angry she gets ANGRY. will straight up punch someone in the face and yell for hours.

bad at processing her emotions in general actually

Rie has attachment and abandonment issues I think. also because of the whole torture thing she's got some pretty bad PTSD.

She can be really rude/blunt. claims this is unintentional.

physically pretty weak, too.

SOOO MANIPULATIVE! like she's a detective and she kind of has to be so to make the most of her psychology knowledge and get info out of suspects, but this will often seep into her personal life. "let's perform experiments on our friends and coworkers to increase efficiency!"

Trivia!

Everyone on the Task Force thinks she binge drinks coffee. It's actually hot chocolate

Rie has a cat! her name is Synonym, nicknamed "Sin"

her favourite flowers are hydrangeas, bluebells, and roses (she's got a literal guns and roses aesthetic going on). Her favourite trees are wisterias and her favourite animals are either otters or elephants.

She's autistic (totally not because I'm autistic and can't write a neurotypical character)

Rie is actually just an alias. I'm debating on, if she lived near Wammy's, she might have met L and this would be a nickname derived from her middle name. but then I have to explain the "woah memory loss!!" in the whole database/suspicion incident. so, it's probably just a name that she likes. or maybe she shortened her own middle name.

The full alias is Rie Takamura. She also goes by Hina Suzuki (Japanese equivalent of Jane Doe) and 1429 (fourteen twenty-nine).

SHE LOVES CASINOS. her theme song would probably be "Joker and the Thief" (or maybe not, but it's in my playlist for her). Rie's very careful not to let herself get addicted to gambling but gosh she loves going to a casino, pretending to be a dumb girl, and counting cards until she can sweep the table off its legs.

lowkey a mad scientist (mostly social-scientist but still.)

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I'M SO SORRY I just realised pretty much none of that has to do with DN canon which is kind of what you asked about akdfhsfhrghiwg I'll without a doubt do a part two sooner or later though

𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

#i'm dying thank you for asking!?>@>?!!?!?>@>dfekfleq #death note #desunorie #death note oc #oc #original charcter #lei writes #writing #l lawliet #light yagami #misa amane #touta matsuda #introduction #about ocs #oc x canon #death note au #lei's death note #death note imagines #cw torture mention

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

I have quite a few hang ups with Come Morning Light, the hunger games au I posted one chapter for back in November and have yet to update.

The first and foremost personal challenge is the fact that I, PCE, a certified Angst Wimp, am gonna have to kill off sooooo many of my faves. Like Hunger Games has some dark ass subject matter, kids forced to kill each other. I’m struggling with that, especially with what I have planned for Craig.

Along that same line, it’s gonna be a HUGE cast of characters, which I’ve had difficulty with in the past, it’s one of the reasons I primarily operate in oneshots. I love a good The Gangs All Here fic, but fleshing out 20+ characters is HARD. Bc a fluffy 2k word oneshot of Stan and Kyle in an awkward meet cute where there’s maybe one other character (usually kenny lmfao I’m a creature of habit) is a WHOLE different animal than a multicharacter multichapter. That’s something I had to figure out recently with TWITR, and character introduction held me up a lot in ATLCTS.

Okay this one may seem really inconsequential to a lot of people, but one thing I didn’t think about when developing this concept was the fact that there’s not really away for me to get around Stan eating meat lmao that’s one thing that over my time writing sp fanfiction has become ESSENTIAL to me characterizing that boy. I’ll probably just have him make a comment about how he could never kill animals himself WHICH BRINGS ME TO:

Kyle as our Katniss character. So if you’re familiar with my bs, every time I write Kyle, he’s inherently less angry until it’s called for, he’s very idealistic in his worldview and it takes something actually really pissing him off for him to snap. This is NOT gonna be the case here!!! This boy is ANGRY BY DEFAULT, the worlds out to get him? fuck the world right back! Plus, the entire story is gonna be from his perspective, bc I love writing Kyle, but it’s gonna take all my willpower not to turn him into my usual empathetic to a fault sweet people loving Kys.

Also, I usually tend to leave the adults mostly out of my stuff, but they’re gonna play quite the role in this. We got Garrison as Haymitch, Big Gay Al as Effie, fuckin Mr Slave as Cinna. I’ve never even WRITTEN the three of them. The dynamics gonna be fun tho.

Ofc there’s the problem of it being an adaptation too. There’s a fine line between just replacing hg characters with sp names and copying the plot, as opposed to making it your own. I do have some plot changes planned, but this is an issue I faced with We’re Gonna Sing It Even So, and that almost led me to abandon that fic when I felt like I was just plagiarizing Hadestown.

Also I’m not planning to adapt more than the first book. I reallllly couldn’t handle Kenny taking out Ike with his trap in the third one.

BUT!!! This won’t be abandoned, it’ll just be slow going!!! Ya wanna know the main reason?

Because the first idea I had for CML (other than Kyle volunteering for his little brother) was STAN AND KYLE IN THE FUCKING CAVE SCENES. A major change is that both of them are already deeply down bad, but those scenes??? Yeah no one’s playing for the cameras. I wanna fuck Stan up in the arena so bad lmfao that boy is my original sp whump muse and NATURALLY Kyle taking care of him I love that shit. Girl we gonna GET that prosthetic leg the movies left out (Ship In A Bottle Stan moment, I love that fic btw) as the Style Injury Dealer, I MUST deliver.

So, yeah, if anyone’s down, I’ll eventually pick it back up lmao.

#sry I know no one cares abt my unsolicited ramblings #also I have that tfbw continuation I’m being begged for #which I’m also struggling with #also…… #i may or may not #have another multichapter work I’m thinking about #plus I always got OJV brainrot so I’ll probably just keep posting headcanons for OrangeJuiceVerse on here instead of writing lmao #smh #south park #the hunger games #au #sp au #my shit #PastorCraigEnjoyer on ao3 #ao3

[tillman]

Embarrassed asking this bc I've been following for a hot minute now and still don't know anything haha--where would I start if I were to look into reading abt Lancelot and Galehaut?

NO ITS OK LOL medieval lit is fucking insane especially getting into it with no background here is my brief spiel: <- said before i ended up typing 800 words. sorry.

medieval lit is complex and extremely hard to approach. let alone that most translations work under the assumption the only people to ever read them would be academics with a background in medieval lit, getting into and reading it is a challenge. if u have an interest and dont want to have to brave one of the longest and most complex stories written in medieval french and translated by many many people into english, im happy to say the story of galehaut and lancelot has enough influence to have a pretty decent modern english retelling of the main beats in Lancelot and the Lord of the Distant Isles. (my pdf here, tho copies are really easy to find in bookstores and stuff this is only from 2007). It takes the main story of the vulgate and condenses it down to focus on just the love story of galehaut and lancelot. its pretty fun. the liberties it takes are slight and work for telling a coherent story.

Now, if you have read it, or want the real Galehaut experience, heres whats up, medieval texts and modern poems undercut:

Galehaut is in 5. i think maybe 6 medieval stories total. youre in for a treat as this is maybe the shortest "i want to get into arthuriana and i like this character where do i start?!" list possible besides like. drian the gay. or some other fucking nobody.

The main one, again, is the Vulgate Cycle. This is the main old french tale that inspired a looot of other arthurian works all over Europe. Its huge. Im not done scanning it BUT, i am done scanning the section Galehaut appears in, the beginning, because i got depressed after that lol. (Heres my scan of part 1, part 2 is on my website im too lazy to get both links).

From there, you got the most detailed explanation of the story of Galehaut, and can read the more fun shit and whacky shit with him and Lancelot in it YAY. Heres what i got pdfed on me rn:

Biggest one to note is he has a side role in Thomas Malory's Le Morte D'Arthur. Nothing huge, and they do mix him up with Galahad at one point? but hes there. No one should read the original text its such a slog so heres Keith Baines awesome rendition

In other bad middle english texts, Lancelot of the Laik Book 3 has Galehaut, but its unfinished and also. only in middle english. fun footnote, dont read it. one day ill post my translation of book 3 alone LOL.

Short and sweet Galehaut is in The Old Knight, the greek text we have. he tries to fight for palamides and lancelot and tristan then try to fight for him. its cute. the old knight is an odd little thing just had to bring it up LOL (had to download a pdf for this one the site i read the article on before doesnt seem to be up.... just scroll to the bottom!) <- thisll be up on my website soon i forgot it i guess

Now for the funniest reveal: Galehaut plays more of a role in Tristania than Arthuriana most of the time (well. the arthurian branch of tristania im not getting into this rn). Why is Galehaut and Lancelots relationship expanded upon only here? only god can answer that.

Here is the Tavola Ritonda. Its one of the oddest texts i know of. Medieval italian. Very Very brutal. BUT. has some really interesting Galehaut takes and moments hidden in the . whatever is happening in this fucking text. its long as hell but mentioning for fun. (pdfff)

aand more interestingly. Here is the Belarussian translation of that. Which is even fucking weirder. mostly different plot, still has lots of really cute galehaut moments including the bit he asks tristan to join his and lancelots marriage. oh well i love the povest. (and heres that pdf)

Now. this is the wild card round. Heres the weird shit and the Hovey.

If you can brave French. modern french not old dont worry, Pierre Sala has Tristan et Lancelot. an exceptionally fucking weird story. Galehaut does make a slight appearance but mostly, keyley, funnierly, his evil german cousin is a recurring villain for a few chapters. its weird. its fun. its french. (pdf)

and finally. this one is on its own level, here is my dedication to Richard Hovey. one of the greatest poets of 1885 or whenever he wrote his arthurian stuff. He was gay. he famously called himself the american oscar wilde (and maybe met him at a party? one time we found a source saying they made out at a party.). and he wrote one of the only poems featuring galehaut i know.

well ok its a collection of dramas. and galehaut is not the focus. but he is a main character and he is insane. I recommend reading literally all his works hes a fucking amazing poet, you can even find his other poetry online easily. but heres his list of works on the camelot project. oh my god read richard hovey. please . hes my favorite poet.

#i have autism of the brain.

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

bc im bored and bc i wanna see ppl rant about their ocs

i order you to rant abt ur rottmnt oc, gimme every single detail, just let it all out and have fun

OMG I've been waiting for an ask like this!!! LOL I HAVE IT ALL WRITTEN DOWN AND EVERYTHING 💀😭🙏 TYSM ^^

Tamsin is 15 years old all through season 1, 16 in season two, and 17 in the movie! While most moments with her via future, she ranges from 21-42.

Tamsin is super laid back and kinda has that Surfer dude attitude some of the older iterations of the guys had, but she's also super outgoing and ready for anything, wether it be a dance party, or a girls day out with April going mall shopping... Or fighting a bunch of Foot Clan soldiers and going on a car chase after Warren and Hypno.

Unlike her poor gal-pal, April, Tamsin has a job! While it's not the greatest, little pay, and maybe a bit rat infested, she's glad she has it. She works at a 60s themes burger joint, you know the kind with roller-skating waiters and waitresses? Yep, that's Tams. Speaking of which, she is very skilled in skating! It's one of the things she uses when keeping up with Badguys or the Turtles.

While Tamsin seems super chill, she does have this... Competitive side...

You see, she's a people pleaser - always has been since it's what she seeks from her mother and father desperately.

Her whole life she'd spend trying to seek the approval and attention of her parents, whether it be learning the piano or joint the swim team- Tamsins grown up involved in MANY things - specifically sports.

Tamsin plays baseball, basketball, tennis, softball, she's still on the swim team, and she does track, karate, and hockey.

Is she good at all of these... Depends. Does she have that scary competitive spirit that somehow makes her survive through all of these?- defitnely yes.

There is one thing that Tamsin finds herself quite good at and definitely has her eyes set out on achieving moreover in life, and that's boxing/the wrestling team.

Tamsin is a grade A rough houser who likes the thrill and easy blowing off steam exercise that is these two sports give her- and she's pretty good at it with her brute force and just ready to throw hands whenever wherever.

So yeah, you can either have a Sweet hearted, completely chilled out Tamsin. Or you can decide to invite her to some late night basketball and get a basketball to the head at least twelve times - whether on accident or on purpose. (Sorry Raph-)

Tamsin's Role In TMNT

Her role in every iteration is the one behind the camera for our one and only April O'Neil. She's her right hand in all the reports and stories April can get her hands on.

I was kinda sad we didn't get to see (or rarely saw if you consider the movie) was Rise April and her classic News Reporter role we mostly got through the iterations, but they also made her a teen still in highschool. And it got my thinking... What's something that can keep people updated or have a good gossip, but anyone of any age can do?

A podcast/YouTube videos!

And who better to help the girl out than Tamsin as the video recorder and editor!

While thinking about this too, I also noticed that in highschool, April wasn't exactly 'popular' but she wasn't like- a person people hated or shitted on, she was just kinda there, maybe a bit invisible.

So I feel the same would be for Tamsin, which is why they stick together most of the time, so their channel only had up to 2 subscribers (note, one of those subs is Tam herself)

How she met the guys

So how I feel a Rise episode would play out is Tamsin and April just finished up a little video, April being just a bit down about it, knowing they won't get as much attention on it as she likes. Tamsin tries cheering her up with an idea to go out for a bite and maybe some karaoke or something else fun.

April overall agrees, letting the two set off on a late night adventure.

One thing April kinda forgot was that she's, you know, quite a target for some of the sudden odd dangers of New York given the group of certain friends she hands out with, and it ends up with her, and a very afraid/confused Tamsin getting caught by the Foot Clan.

Of course, after some silly goofy ahh banter, four shadowy figures come to save them. April knows who it is obviously and is very relieved... Tamsin, however...

These are four tall, big, green monsters that just took down an entire freaking army of weird ass cultists, and from where she's looking, attacking her friend (group hug)

So against better judgment, a good five minutes are spent of April trying to pry a metal pipe out of Tamsins' hands as she tries to attack Leo.

A moment it's taken to explain and introduce everyone, and Tamsin is slightly put to ease, willing to give these four supposed turtles benefit of the doubt.

And hopefully to the end of the episode, April is talking to Donnie, he's explaining how he found quite inconvenient that she and her little friend were in peril just as he was in the middle kf watching their latest YouTube video.

#cherry rambles #cherry answers #ask #🍒daily dose of cherry🍒 #rottmnt #rottmnt oc #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt x oc #rise of the tmnt #🍊💜 #tamsitello

[bestworstcase]

Your post about Yang and Tai’s advice just showed up on my dash and 1) I love this show and 2) it really hit me how I didn’t really question Tai in that moment? He’s her dad, the adult to her child, and he was right about what He was talking about in the tournament specifically but not all of Yang. The idea that your parents can hurt you while trying to help you, how their love can take on an unfair or unhelpful shape. Wah. But also it had me thinking. Yang has yet to tackle her emotional side of all of this and still acted in self sacrifice to save Ruby. What’s the best way for her to address this? No one has ever mentioned it before in show so would the girls talking about it be the realizing or is it something she needs to see on her own? Or a combo of both. Yang telling Ruby she wanted her to be safe and maybe Ruby or Blake getting upset bc “what does me being safe have to do with me losing you? Nothing is worth losing you not even me?” I need this volume in my eyes so badly

😭 one of my FAVORITE things about rwby is how it just… lets characters be wrong. a lot of stories you’ll get this thing of—a character lies or voices a misunderstanding and the narrative almost immediately does something to signal that the statement is false, if not having another character jump in to correct them then rushing to a scene that establishes unambiguously what the truth is, or even just flagging liars by making a point of how suspicious they are. right? how many times have you read a story or watched a tv show and known within a matter of pages or minutes at most that a character just lied to you?

but rwby doesn’t do that! the characters make mistakes, jump to erroneous conclusions, hold preconceived notions that distort their perspectives of the present, and even outright LIE and the narrative just lets that happen without commentary—rwby shows an *enormous* degree of respect for its audience, an enormous amount of trust that its viewers care enough about the story to pay attention and really engage with it. and because it’s written with that trust it’s able to just embrace complexity and nuance and characters being wrong and stuff like that. idk i just think it makes the story feel really *welcoming* in a way—like, the narrative isn’t trying to hold our hands and tell us what we should think, it’s inviting us to think for ourselves.

not to get like sappy or anything gkgdjf

but god yeah. yang’s v9 arc!

the nature of void wonderland makes concrete speculation tricky—i’m pretty confident about the basic emotional and thematic trajectories i foresee, but there are so many unknown variables in this wholly new and bizarre setting that when it gets down to the question of WHAT will happen HOW it will occur is kind of just taking shots in the dark. we’ve already got emotion-reactive weather and talking mice who knows what other weird shit could happen.

that said, any time you stick a character whose biggest problem involves emotional repression into a setting where their feelings are literalized into the environment… i mean. lmao. it’s hard to bury your feelings when they’re literally bursting out of you to influence the weather, right? so i anticipate that playing some role in both ruby’s and yang’s arcs—they’re both very bad at articulating their unwanted emotions, ruby because she feels so much pressure to be the perfect leader and yang because deep down she doesn’t believe in her own innate worth, but now they’re in a place that is, literally, going to articulate their unwanted emotions *for* them.

(as a metaphor for how bottling up your feelings just makes them build up until they explode out whether you like it or not, this is of course very fun.)

the OTHER thing—with yang specifically—is that there has, in fact, been a major arc about a character falling into self-sacrificing/self-destructive habits, bleeding herself dry for the sake of protecting the world until her friend confronted her about it, showed her how counterproductive it was to exhaust herself, and begged her to take better care of herself. i am of course talking about blake in volume two—and in THAT arc, YANG was the character who saw this type of behavior for the damaging exercise in futility that it ultimately is and pulled blake out of her self-destructive spiral.

there’s a deep hypocrisy in what yang is doing to herself now, because as we saw in v2 this self-sacrificing bullshit is NOT something yang tolerates or supports when she sees it in people she cares about. she knows it’s harmful. she knows it’s not safe. and when she’s in a state of better mental health, like she was during the beacon arc, she’s even able to recognize that tendency in herself and make the conscious, deliberate choice to restrain it.

blake knows that, because she was on the receiving end of yang giving her exactly the kind of talk yang needs to hear now. so i think blake is gonna be coming at this problem not just from a perspective of having just seen yang fall to her apparent death after bodily shielding ruby from an attack, but also from a perspective of knowing that she just needs to get yang to connect the dots between, well, setting herself on fire for other people in both the literal and figurative sense and the kind of single-minded self-destructive behavior that they talked about in burning the candle. like, if blake can get yang to see that burying her feelings and never asking for support because she’s so focused on supporting her friends is the *same* as putting ruby in a wagon and walking through the woods for miles until she’s too exhausted to scream when the grimm attack because she’s so focused on finding her mom… it doesn’t feel the same to yang, because the former arises from a selfless desire to protect others whereas the latter arose from a self-centered desire to find her mother, but it is the same, because both are just yang sacrificing her own well-being for the sake of a goal she gives greater importance than herself.

i do think that—while obviously RWB are all gonna feel some way about yang sacrificing herself to shield ruby—the arc as a whole probably won’t focus very closely on That Specific sacrificial act, because:

1. if blake or weiss had spotted neo, or if neo had gone for yang and ruby had seen her, there’s not a single doubt in my mind that any of them would have reacted any differently than yang did: rushing forward as fast as they can to save their teammate from getting stabbed in the back. (see also, weiss shoving ruby clear of cinder’s explosion later in the same fight and getting her aura broken in the process.) for yang, that action was part of a larger pattern of self-sacrificial behavior, but in that specific situation, in the heat of the moment, she just did what *any* of them would have done.

2. because of the first point, making that specific action the central focus gives yang something of an out: instead of being a conversation about how yang thinks she ALWAYS needs to be the one supporting them because she doesn’t feel DESERVING of their support in turn, it becomes a conversation about “well what would YOU have done? she was going to stab ruby! it’s not like i wanted her to kill me instead, i just wanted to protect my sister!”—and she’d be right, because taken in isolation yang really didn’t do anything wrong by getting between neo and ruby. it sucks that it happened too fast for yang to deflect the attack itself, sure, but in essence she saw an adversary sneaking up to stab ruby while ruby was focused on cinder and moved to intervene.

and while yang’s underlying mindset likely influenced how she intervened—using her body to shield ruby vs trying to tackle neo, or tackle ruby so the attack would miss them both—the act of intervention itself was the only right thing to do. the deeper problem, the thing that really needs addressing, is that underlying mindset, which expresses itself in yang’s ready willingness to take hits so her teammates don’t have to but also, far more critically, manifests as yang disregarding her own emotional needs for the sake of being the strong one, the shoulder to cry on, the supportive rock everyone else can rely on. so i figure RWB will be more focused on “we are here for you, we WANT to be here for you, please let us be here for you” than on like prosecuting the details of one specific incident.

and meanwhile yang has all this pent-up emotional junk she’s been drowning in since v4 that got exacerbated by her unsatisfying confrontations with raven in v5—resentment, anger, grief for the relationship with the mom she wishes raven could have been, frustration with herself for not being good enough for raven to stay, feeling helpless after a lifetime of wanting this confrontation and then getting the answers she wanted and it changing absolutely nothing, so forth—that has hitherto only bubbled up as flashes of intense anger at acceptable available targets (ozpin in v6, salem in v8) but is prime for a major eruption if she keeps trying to stamp it down. my guess is that we’re going to see yang become a lot more emotionally volatile in v9 as all this *stuff* she’s been keeping dammed up starts to spring leaks.

[tellthatbrokebitch]

wip wednesday, a ficlet i just started even though i know next to nothing about d&d and google was being unhelpful and i kinda just decided fuck it, we ball

the premise for the fic is: established byler; mike gets jealous when will flirts with an npc for information during a campaign. smooth!will flirting with a barmaid played by dm!dustin, though this snippet doesn't get into the actual flirting bc i haven't written it yet. mostly it's just dustin and mike arguing lmao

Dustin hesitates, then sighs. “This next part was supposed to be more Lucas-centric, but-”

“Wait, you wrote specialized quests for our individual characters?!” Mike’s livid. “That’s not how campaigns work! You’re supposed to just provide the vague outline and the world-building and gives us free will-”

“Actually, I can do what I want, Mr. Control Freak-”

“It’s no fun if you plan out our actions! That’s our job as players, you can’t-”

“Can we please just get on with it?” Will begs, rubbing at his temple. “Just… tell us the next bit, Dustin.”

Mike sits back in his chair and crosses his arms. He holds back his biting words but can’t hold back his scowl. 

“Okay, well, you need information on how to reach the Cave of Terror, so-”

“So we ask around, yeah, we’ve played fucking D&D before, dumbass-”

“OKAY,” Will says, loud enough to drown out Mike and Dustin’s bickering. “Cyon leaves Goldin to look after Olo and makes his way downstairs.”

Immediately Mike drops his crossed arms and whines, “What? Why do I have to babysit Lucas?”

The look of offense on Lucas’ face would be comical if Mike wasn’t already in such a foul mood. “Because I’m dying?!”

“You were lightly stabbed.”

“And poisoned!”

“No one made you mouth off to the sorceress-”

“That was you!”

“Well, you should be better at dodging.”

“OKAY, SHUT UP! So, Cyon goes down to the pub?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, so you reach the pub. There are less people there than when you arrived at the inn earlier in the afternoon - there’s a halfling pair in the corner, a dwarf at the far end of the bar, and a human bard, drinking alone at one of the tables.”

“I’m definitely avoiding the drunk bard.”

Dustin groans. “Oh come on! Drunk people are more likely to give out information!”

“Yeah, and even more likely to spend the next hour singing. I saw you carry in your guitar, Dustin, I’m not stupid.”

Lucas collapses into breathless laughter and Mike couldn’t keep the dopey grin off his face if he tried. God, he loved it when his boyfriend got snarky.

“Son of a bitch. Alright, fine. You’re shortening the campaign by at least two hours, but fine.”

“Genuinely yikes. Okay, is there anyone else?”

“A human barmaid.”

Will tilts his head to the side, a thoughtful look settling over his face as he considers his options. Finally, he nods. “Cyon approaches the bar, makes eye contact with her, and asks, ‘Excuse me, could I trouble you for some Elven wine? If you have it, of course.’” He’d decided on a deeper voice for his half-Elf character - a bit of an odd choice, but one that Mike definitely enjoyed, as it sank his boyfriend’s already pleasantly-deep voice down into a lower register. It was masculine and distracting and the sound of it sent delicious tingles down Mike’s spine. He shivers a bit in his seat, and Will shoots him a knowing smirk and a wink that makes Mike blush before returning his attention back to the game.

Dustin relaxes a bit, settling more comfortably in his chair as he slips into the role. “She pours you a tankard and places it on the bar before you with a smile. ‘Certainly. Not many of our usual patrons drink Elven wine, so there’s plenty.’” He adopts a high-pitched voice for the barmaid that sets Lucas off into another fit of giggles.

“Cyon sits down at the bar and smiles back at her. ‘Thank you. I’m afraid my nerves are a bit shot. One of my traveling companions is in bad shape.’”

#tellthatbrookebitch #stranger things #byler #byler fic #wip wednesday #will byers #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #ending is abrupt bc that's as far as i got last night #it's 1.4k words so far and nothing has happened. genuinely help #how obvious is it that i am playing fast and loose with the rules of d&d bc i do not know them #also don't laugh at my character names. i used a d&d name generator

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What kind of movies do you think Avalon acts in (genres, tropes, etc.)?

ooooh this is such a good question!!!!!

Avalon will take a role in anything so long as it sounds interesting or fun to make, no matter the genre, but he tends to gravitate more towards comedies and dramas, especially romcoms and dramadies. also maybe its the Dad in him, but he loves acting in children's media.

in more broader terms he just really likes being in films that are uplifting, whether its because theyre fun and lighthearted, or because theyre about the good shining through darkness. he likes being in movies that have hope in them, you know?

also cowboy stuff. ik thats vague but hes So cowboy.

his favorite types of characters to play are "has seen The Horrors but still tries to be positive no matter what" and "gruff tough man adopts child and becomes soft" and also drag queens

his least favorite/most hated genre is inspiration porn. he cannot stand being in it, and he can't stand even watching it. he usually turns down roles like those as he feels fetishized by it. the closest thing he's ever done to something like it was a story written and directed by someone who has a similar disability to his own, based off of their own personal experience. and by "closest" i mean it wasn't at all. also it was more of a surf movie than anything.

also while he loves being in comedies, he absolutely hates being in movies that make a point of making fun of his weight or ethnicity or disablity or sexuality. specifically the kinds of movies that are like "BEHOLD. A FAT MAN. LAUGH NOW." like come on give it some fucking substance. he can take a joke those just aren't jokes

RCD!Avalon kinda hates being in action movies, but that's because he's burnt out on them. specifically, he's burnt out from doing them basically nonstop while in contract with Montmartre. he liked them at first (his biggest issues with them not coming from the filming but his experiences w Montmartre himself) but they quickly got repetitive, and then after they got repetitive they got uninteresting and-more importatly- downright stressful to make, what with having to act in greenscreen rooms with the most barebones ass sets and only being given his lines (and only his lines, so he was missing half the context) maybe an hour and a half before fliming. he'd show up to set hungover a lot. but like he'd still be professional on set, but when he wasn't in a scene he'd be kinda quiet and tired and keep to himself :( very unlike him but tbh not many people he spent time around knew that bc they didn't know him before, or they didnt know him very well before

sorry i didn't mean to go on a rant about the stuff he doesn't like there lol

#yeah my rcd rewrite is gonna be about The Horrors Of The Film Industry #btw that surf movie eventually gets a spiritual successor about skateboarding & Avalon reprises his original role to be the new mc's mentor #the surf movie is called Heart of the Sea and the skateboard movie is called Asphalt Waves #shoutout my boyfriend for helping me come up w cool movies Avalon has been in #oc: Avalon Hammond #Red Carpet Diaries