#threadfic import

[corvus--rex]

This got a pretty "meh" response on the bird app. Let's see how it does here. This is parts 1 & 2 as of right now

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pt 1

Ever think that the tight clothes, gloves, tiny jacket that does absolutely nothing are because Keith believes he doesn't deserve care, comfort, softness? Lance hadn't, until he really noticed Keith's body language for the first time after the Blade trials. The tightly crossed arms, how he kept himself separated from everyone else even when in the same room, how he always looked ready to bolt at the slightest whisper. He kept everyone at arm's length, reinforcing that distance with sharp-tongued jabs and insults.

It got so much worse after Shiro disappeared. Keith's normally prickly at best exterior had been dipped in venom and no one could stop him from disappearing for hours in Red, scouring space for any sign of his missing brother. Lance couldn't even begin to articulate the relief he felt when it came time to have Black pick a new paladin. He didn't want Keith to be forced into a role he was in no fit state to be in and had already decided that he wanted it to be himself instead. Keith may be an asshole, but Lance cared about that asshole.

Lance reluctantly sat in the pilot's seat, running reverent fingertips over the controls. He wasn't sure how long he sat there, the silence of the cockpit holding the weight of a tomb until he finally let out a shaky breath.

"Hey, Black. I-I know you probably don't want me, but it's only me and Keith left, and I know what Shiro said about him leading the team if anything happened, but…I don't think he can do it, and I know I'm not the best option, but I'd rather it be me than him. He needs time to come back from this. He needs to be taken care of for once, and if this is only way I can do that, if it means I have to lead the team, I'll do it. I know I'm not as smart as Pidge or Hunk, but I'm stubborn as fuck and I'll get there. Just, please, let me take this on so he doesn't have to."

If the silence had been heavy before, now it was oppressive. Slowly, the weight became pressure, a focused pressure in the back of his mind, silence growing into a whisper. A soft purr rolled through the cockpit as the controls flared to life, filling the space with an ultraviolet glow.

Lance released the breath he'd been holding all at once. "Thanks. I'll give it my best."

He tried to get up, but Black's mental presence pushed him back down, the projected image feeling more real than illusory. He recognized the mechanical angelic wings from when Shiro had last flown the lion, but then the image shifted, a fully formed Voltron taking up his field of vision with similar but much larger wings. The feeling he got from Black was one of reassurance and a hint of things to come. With another soft rumble, the mental pressure dissipated, and Lance stood, Blacks head lowering as he walked down the ramp to the collective shouts and cheers from the team.

Lance couldn't help but notice one voice missing. Keith stood leaning against the wall but instead of the closed-off posture he almost always adopted, his arms hung limply at his sides, the shock on his face overshadowed by the tears of pure relief threatening to spill over. Lance shot him a small smile, one that said 'it's ok, I got you'. Keith understood, shooting one back in thanks as he wiped the tears away and slipped out without anyone else noticing. Lance watched him go, a realization just as startling as Black accepting him as his paladin hitting with the force of that very lion.

'Oh,'

Lance thought,

'Oh shit.'

He could barely hear the rest of the team over his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.

'I think I'm falling in love with him.'

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pt 2

Lance tried to make the adjustment period as smooth as possible, but they were all dealing with Shiro's loss, all grieving in their own way, although none quite like Keith. He tried to accommodate him as much as possible - Lance knew too well the pain of losing family - but he still needed to run the team through drills, both on the training deck and in space, forming Voltron again and again until he was confident they could do it in the heat of battle, especially with Allura flying Blue.

Outside of training, Lance was having a harder time keeping his newly realized feelings in check. Keith was more closed off than he'd been in a while, so Lance kept an eye on him as best he could, inviting Keith to game and movie nights in the lounge, including him in more conversations during mealtimes, but never pushing, and always respecting the answers he got.

Keith had actually started to relax a bit, accepting invitations when he was up to it sitting alongside the team but not always participating in whatever they were doing that night, letting himself get drawn into conversations even if he wasn't actively adding anything, just listening. Lance was starting to think they were making progress, both as a team and with their healing process, until Thayserix.

They'd lost Lotor in the gas giant, and Lance had to watch as Red took off beyond the shortened range of Black's sensors. He knew Keith couldn't possibly hope to track Lotor through the gas, and landed on a nearby mineral structure to wait.

He couldn't contact the team, and there was nothing to see within visual range, so he was left with only his own thoughts. Lance thought about how he was handling leading the team - he was honestly a little surprised they'd accepted him as Black Paladin, but when Lance brought it up just after training one day Allura had said that Black chose him for a reason, just as all the lions had chosen their Paladins. Both Hunk and Pidge told him that they had been friends for a while, far longer than they'd been in space, he'd been their pilot back when they were a flight crew at the Garrison, and while he may have been a little unhinged, they trusted him then and they still did. Coran echoed all of their sentiments, adding that he understood how hard it was to push forward while so far from home and that he was genuinely proud of Lance for continuing on in spite of everything. Lance nearly broke down in front of the whole team, instead accepting one of Coran's patented Dad Hugs™.

What Keith had said surprised him. He'd gotten pulled into what became the group hug with Coran on Lance's other side, and when they broke apart, he'd said quietly, for Lance only, "Shiro trusted you. He'd be happy it was you to fly Black. I trust you too. Black picked you and I'm happy he did. You're a better leader than I could be."

The soft, /shy/ look on Keith's face made Lance's brain short-circuit. He scrambled to come up with something, anything, even remotely coherent as he watched Keith walk out with the rest of the team.

The only thought that came to mind was 'How dare he be that cute?' Lance froze. 'Oh I am so fucked.'

#my writing #threadfic import #keith kogane #lance mcclain #keith x lance #klance #preklance #Black Paladin Lance #s.2+ rewrite?? I guess?? #idfk #vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender

[rhysiana]

I used an orbiting metaphor in the Seonhwi MC:TNA lyric prompt I wrote a little while ago, and now I can't stop thinking about a space-y sci-fi AU for them.

One where Seon-ho has an emotion-dampening augment. Maybe it's "for work," maybe he got it black market, it doesn't matter; the main thing is that it was made very clear he should use it sparingly. Ideally only a few hours at a time, a few days at most.

Definitely not for months on end.

The less said about the job that goes wrong and leaves him stranded in the middle of space in a single-person ship with dwindling capacity the better. He doesn't remember a lot of the immediate aftermath anyway.

By the time Hwi finds him (and how did Hwi find him? no one should have known where he was, but he won't say), the life support systems are at their limit, but the worst part for Seon-ho, the only part he's really aware of, is that his augment has run out of adjustment chem.

The weight of everything he'd been refusing to feel for so long crashing down on him at once was too much and he's nearly catatonic when Hwi pulls him out.

~*~

Seon-ho wakes up in the tiny med bay of Hwi & Yeon's little salvage ship disoriented and with tears on his face. Yeon is wiping them away gently and it looks like she's been there for a while. He's angrily mortified, but they won't stop.

"You're awake!" she says, sounding happier about it than anyone he can remember being around in years. "Don't move. Stay here. Let me get Hwi." She shoots him a look on her way out like she expects to see him leaping up anyway, but he's too exhausted to even consider it.

"Seon-ho," Hwi says as he enters, looking both warm and worried in a way Seon-ho has been specifically avoiding for so long now. His eyes leak some more. His fingers twitch to activate his implant, but of course it doesn't do anything now.

Hwi's sharp eyes don't miss the motion, small as it was. His expression shifts, graver, serious. "We had to flush your system. There was too much chem build-up. It was..." he pauses, restarts, "...bad."

Another pause, so delicate Seon-ho could laugh. "The readouts from your implant indicate you've built up a resistance." Implied: That shouldn't be possible. Implied: What have you been doing to yourself? Implied: Let us help you.

It's too much. Seon-ho has to turn his face away.

Hwi steps closer to the bed. Takes his hand and squeezes it supportively. Seon-ho feels the data chip pressed between their palms. "You had this on you," Hwi says quietly. "Was there anything else you needed from your ship?"

Seon-ho shakes his head.

Hwi smiles, relieved. "Good, because we already left. It didn't seem like a good idea to stick too close to it." They both know too much about Nam Jeon's fondness for trackers, after all.

Seon-ho feels his eyes slipping shut again. He falls asleep with Hwi still holding his hand.

~*~

The ship isn't large, so they move Seon-ho into Hwi's room, where a long unused second bunk has been flipped down out of the wall. Seon-ho is sure he would be having a lot more inconvenient emotions about it if he weren't stuck having ALL the emotions at once.

The comedown process is... not great. Huddling exhausted in bed for days doesn't seem to help, so he turns to exercise in the hopes it will speed things along. He's running on the aging treadmill in the corner of the rec area, trying to let his mind go blank, when Hwi enters.

Hwi hits the cool down button without asking. Seon-ho glares as he slows to a walk. "Let the motor rest for a while," Hwi says. "Bit hard to get parts out here."

Seon-ho huffs an aggrieved sigh like a teenager and then gets even more annoyed with himself for such excessive emotional volatility.

Hwi just smiles, which is also annoying. "I did raise Yeon," he says mildly, and an offended "Hey!" echoes down the corridor from the cockpit.

Hwi leans back against the table, crossing his arms, trying to look relaxed and failing. "More seriously, though, have you thought about what you want to do?"

Seon-ho has not. The past decade catching up with him all at once hasn't left him a lot of room to consider the future.

Hwi taps his fingers distractingly against his bicep before asking in a rush, "Do you want to, um, exist anymore?"

Seon-ho blinks at him. Clears his throat. "What?"

Yeon pops through the hatch. "Your ship wasn't exactly in great shape when we pulled you out, and we stayed long enough to wipe it. No one knows what happened to you. You can stay with us!"

"Yeon," Hwi says, pained. "We don't even know if he's interested in doing that. Let him make up his own mind."

She starts to retort, but Seon-ho is barely paying attention. He could stay with them. He could just never go back. His father, the emperor, no one would ever know.

The possibility blooms gloriously across his mind, but then it begins to wither. "They won't actually let me disappear. You know that." As much as his father hates him, he'd never give up such a useful tool without a fight.

Hwi gives a crooked smile. "Bang-won likes the fact I have such strong pirate contacts, but he rarely thinks about what that actually means." He drops his hands to the table, leaning forward earnestly. "We can be gone tomorrow. Like we never existed at all."

"And we can take you with us!" Yeon adds.

"I... I had plans," Seon-ho starts, but he's realizing, without the false clarity of the dampeners, none of those plans seem as important as they once did.

Hwi is watching him closely, trying not to sway him one way or the other. Trying to support him, the way he always has. It sharpens something in Seon-ho, and he tries to isolate his true goals, to slice off all the outside expectations.

"I still want to destroy Nam Jeon. I want to see all his plans turn to dust."

Hwi nods. "We can do that. Do you need him to know it was you?"

Seon-ho considers. It has been his driving motivation for so long, but does he really need it? At the expense of staying here, with the only people who actually love him? Does he want to go back to erasing himself slowly just to stand over Nam Jeon at the end?

He realizes he doesn't.

Yeon must see it on his face, because she grins and turns to Hwi. Hwi studies Seon-ho for a long moment, and then smiles like the sun rising. He nods to Yeon without looking away from Seon-ho. She squeals and runs to the computer on the wall.

"It's done!" she announces triumphantly.

"What is?"

"She told Chi-do to start deleting records. Like I said, we can be gone by tomorrow."

Seon-ho frowns.

"You too," Hwi says. "We've been planning this for a long time."

"For me too?"

"Always."

Seon-ho has to blink rapidly against tears again. Yeon huffs and yanks them both into a hug. He's sure Hwi can feel how soaked his shoulder is getting, but he doesn't mention it.

He sounds a little shaky himself when he finally pulls back. "I better get started on dinner, huh?"

Yeon nods happily before she skips back to the cockpit to check on things, so Seon-ho moves toward the counter to offer his help.

"No," Hwi says, waving him back to the table. "Sit right there, where I can see you. That's all I want."

For now, Seon-ho thinks to himself. The universe is opening up before him, before them, and he thinks there are more things they can finally let themselves want.

#seonhwi #seon-ho/hwi #sci-fi AU #my country: the new age #rhys's stuff #I know I just mentioned that data chip and then never brought it up again #but obviously it has stuff to help bring down nam jeom et al. #not nearly as important to follow up on as seon-ho having emotions again #for once I cross-posted a threadfic in a timely manner...

[a-vivid-dreamer]

Return to Sender (Reincarnation) AU (2)

He is the one helping to sneak a trespassing, young maiden into the Luofu. Yet, she walked slightly ahead of him with ease and he was the one left nervous.

“Isn’t this a bit backward…?”

“Why should I worry when you are looking after me?”

[Keep Reading] for Threadfic ⬇️

Vibrant gold meets soothing peridot.

This is the moment the threads woven onto their beings finally intersect. It was unpredictable. It was unexpected.

Around them, there is the gentle hum of the small ship’s engine. The cargo within the room barely shifts, its contents softly rattling at most as they ride along the smooth journey.

The young lady appears to be around his age, dressed in clothing he swore he saw some inhabits wear on the planet they just departed from. And as alert and alarmed as he is to stumble upon a stowaway, he couldn’t bring himself to point his glaive at her.

She is slender and pale, a little concerningly so (He swore he saw the tail end of some bandages as well hidden under the long fabrics).

As he opens his mouth to speak, he pauses as she lifted a finger before her lips as a gesture of silence. She speaks and he finds himself compelled to listen to her soft voice and gentle tone. “I mean no harm for I carry no malice, nor ill intentions. I am aware that I have trespassed, but if you are to turn me in, I will accept any punishment and abide by the laws of your home. However, all that I ask is to not be returned to my planet.”

He was struck silent, uncertain of how to act. He was merely a Cloud Knight. He was unsure of how to handle such an…odd circumstance.

He takes another evaluation of her clothing and deems that she must be no typical civilian. Possibly someone of a higher position. And the designs remind him of the ones he saw the planet’s people wearing near the church grounds.

Ah…he really hopes the Xianzhou isn’t going to end up unintentionally kidnapping a religiously important person such as a priest.

“…I apologize, miss. I’m merely a Cloud Knight. I cannot guarantee that your conditions will be met. That is for my superiors to decide.” He frowned a bit as he saw her somewhat dejected yet resigned expression.

Against his better judgement, he sighed before continuing. “However…I’d be willing to help keep your presence here undetected until the ship returns to the Luofu. From there, the best I could do is sneak you off & let you go. Whatever you plan to do from there is up to you.”

She looks at him with some surprise, and something in his conscience lightens at the grateful hope in her eyes. “Thank you. Any assistance is appreciated, and I’m aware I’m in no position to ask anything from you.”

“It’s fine.” (Hopefully.) He clears his throat.

“Ah, I’m Jing Yuan. May I know your name?”

“Ottilia.”

Curiously, he tests her name on his tongue, the sequence of sounds unfamiliar to him. She seems to take notice and smiled kindly. “…How about you refer to me with a name from your home?”

He blinks with surprise before considering it seriously. He eventually ends up thoughtfully mumbling a name to himself that seems to stick.

“That sounds fine.”

He startles out of his thoughts, not realizing he had spoken loud enough to be heard. “Ah, are…are you sure? You’re not worried it could mean something bad?”

“You seem rather genuine. So, I’ll trust your judgement.” She gives a pleased hum before meeting his gaze.

“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Jing Yuan. You may refer to me as, Yi.”

[End]

#honkai star rail #a-vivid-dreamer artworks #jingluo #jingcha #jing yuan #luocha #luocha and jing yuan are yanqing’s parents #alternate universe #reincarnated au #digital art #doodle #Return to Sender AU

[savventeen]

you glow pink in the night

pairing: non-idol!the8 x fem!reader rating: G wc: 1.7k prompt: none, i just wanted to post something for minghao's bday <3 summary: you and minghao are in a long-distance relationship, and minghao returns to his apartment after meeting you in person for the first time. he finds a surprise you left for him in his luggage warnings: none tags: fluff, just pure romantic fluff, long-distance relationship, Yearning™️, talks about kissing, they are so in love it's insane, love letters a/n: i wanted to break my angst streak and post something soft for minghao day. also, while it's not explicitly stated, i wrote this as the reader being a transwoman! if that bothers you in any way, please do not interact, thank you 💜 (this was originally a sapphic minjoon threadfic that i'd posted on twitter) a/n pt. 2: there are two theme songs for this fic — can't help falling in love cover by ingrid michaelson and pink in the night by mitski

The apartment is quiet as Minghao enters.

First, there are the soft thumps of his sneakers when he toes them off in the entryway. Then, the jingle of keys as he drops them onto the countertop, the acrylic frog keychain you had gifted him clinking softly against the tile, followed by the low whirring of wheels across the wood floor as he drags his suitcase behind him to the bedroom.

The springs squeak as he flops face down onto his mattress with an exhausted grunt, and then — silence.

He's never been a huge fan of silence. Don't get him wrong, he loves the quiet — soft moments in nature or normally bustling parks.

But silence, pure silence, the kind that feels like it compounds in on itself until it feels like you're completely ensnared in it — it always leaves a little too much room for unwanted thoughts to flutter to the forefront of his consciousness, swirling and uncatchable like dust motes in the afternoon sunlight.

This particular silence echoes a little louder than usual, though. The absence is felt a little more keenly — the yearning leaning a little bit more towards unbearable than not.

He really should have expected this — a crash, one that would inevitably come after such an incredible high.

And oh, what a high it had been.

He had saved and managed and planned and saved some more until finally, finally, the stars had aligned, and he'd been able to take time off of work and school and book a flight to New York — to where the other half of his heart lives.

To you, his long-distance girlfriend of two years and the woman he planned to marry someday.

For an entire week, you'd gotten to live in each other’s pockets, gotten to never be more than an arm’s length away instead of thousands of miles. Gotten to be face-to-face, heart-to-heart, (lips-to-lips), instead of screen-to-screen.

It had been heaven.

And like all things, the good and the bad and everything in between, it had come to an end.

So here he lay, a fourteen-hour flight and an hour-and-a-half bus ride later, in a space devoid of the warmth of soft skin and high-pitched giggles that he'd just had the privilege of getting to hold in the palms of his hands.

His surroundings had so swiftly gone from hallowed to hollow, and he releases a shaky sigh into his pillow.

He doesn't want to sink any further into that line of thinking, so he rolls over and pulls his phone out of the pocket of his oversized hoodie, turning on his playlist full of swooping orchestral music and blasting it at full volume.

He tosses it beside him and goes to get up and start unpacking before realizing he almost forgot to do something important.

Snatching his phone back up, he holds it up above him as he's lying on the bed and turns on the front-facing camera.

Before he can overthink how tired he looks, hair falling all over the place and bags under his puffy eyes, he snaps a quick photo and sends it to you. He follows it up with a few quick texts letting you know he made it home.

to: y/n ❤️✨🌻

made it back to my place in one piece (but just a little emptier) (my heart is still with you, my love)

The melancholic yearning starts to creep up his spine once more, and before the vines can root themselves too deeply, he flings himself up from the bedspread and starts making a mental checklist of all the things he needs to get done before he goes to sleep.

First on the list: unpack his suitcase.

He looks to where his mint green hardshell luggage sits innocently at the end of the bed and stares down one of the anthropomorphic bonsai stickers that cover it.

Pointing a faux-threatening finger at it, he states, "You're up, bubs."

He expects unpacking to take no longer than ten minutes — all he needs to do is fling his clothes into the dirty laundry pile in the corner of his room, tuck his accessories away in their respective places on the dresser and in the bathroom, and then carefully put the few books he took with him back on the bookshelf.

Easy peasy. Except, when he kneels on the floor and opens the suitcase, he's not sure how much time he loses just staring at the sight before him.

Instead of the chaotic pile he'd carelessly tossed in the night before his flight back, everything he'd brought with him sits folded and rolled neatly, perfectly in place.

What catches the breath in his lungs and causes his heart to tremble, though, is the large envelope that sits atop everything, addressed to him in an elegant, curling script and sealed with a kiss the exact shade of coral he knows is your favorite.

"Oh, y/n..."

And he could probably blame the way his eyes are already watering with tears on the exhaustion from travel, but he knows that's only part of it.

The real reason is that even now, after two years of loving and being loved by you, he still isn't used to how you're able to fill his heart more and more each day.

With a slightly trembling hand, he picks up the envelope and brings it up to his nose, catching a whiff of vanilla and something sugary sweet — your perfume — before clutching it to his chest for a moment.

"Jagi, you're too precious, please," he pleads to the air, not sure what to do with the affection swelling up inside his chest like a helium balloon.

For a few moments, he lets himself bask in the glow of the feeling blossoming between his ribs — one that's always blossoming when it comes to you, over and over with new and more beautiful blooms.

He takes a deep breath in and releases it, slow.

Minghao tries to open the envelope as carefully as he can, but he has to stop and run to the kitchen for a pair of scissors so he can open it without tearing anything.

But soon enough, he's back in front of his suitcase with a beautifully hand-written letter in his grasp, and he dives head-over-heels into the elegant script.

My dearest Minghao, My love, my hope, my heart — this last week has been one of the happiest of my entire life. Never before have I felt so wholly myself, and never have I ever felt so wholly loved. Minghao, my beautiful moon, I feel so blessed that I got to bask in your light — that I got to see those wonderful little craters you call dimples up close and personal, that I got to press kiss after kiss onto them in the hopes that one day I might come close to filling them. Hopefully, someday soon, I can try again. Ever since I got to know you, you've been such an inspiration to me, in so many wonderful ways. One of the best (and sometimes worst) things I've learned from you is how to be present in each moment — how to let myself feel every joy and every pain, and to hold on to the things that matter. Not by force, but by faith — faith that the good things will keep coming back, and that they are worth putting into things other than just our memories. And so that's what I tried to do this last wonderful, unforgettable week: capture the memories in something besides my full-to-bursting heart. And because all I have will always be yours, these little pieces of me — of us — are yours as well. I hope they bring a little bit of relief to what I know will be a hard separation for both of us. Just know that someday we will get to hold each other again, and the next time I have you in my arms, I'm never letting go. I love you, Xu Minghao. More than any words could ever express. But since words are all I have, I will never cease to give them to you. I love you. As surely as the waves kiss the shore, I love you, I love you, I love you. Yours, always and forever, y/n

It takes Minghao a while to get to the end of the letter, only because he has to keep stopping to wipe the tears from his eyes.

And then he has to put off unpacking for another fifteen minutes because his heart is just so full — the blooms in his chest threatening to burst out past his ribcage, growing and growing and making him feel like you captured the sun and tucked it away just behind his sternum.

And the feeling only grows as he starts to unpack and finds dozens of slips of paper tucked into and between all his belongings — scrap paper and napkins and even the backs of a few receipts all falling victim to your elegant hand.

I can't believe you're here. We held hands for the first time today, and I can't stop thinking about how your fingers tangled so perfectly with mine.

You smile at me, and I feel like my heart has melted and pooled in the center of my chest.

The barista made a teddy bear in your latte, and it made you so happy I wanted to lasso the universe if only to give you the stars.

Minghao, light of my life, you are so brilliant. Buy my god, you can be stupid. (I love it though. And you. So much. Don't ever change.)

I watched you bite your lip, and I have never been so desperate to kiss someone. To be kissed by someone. To be kissed by you. Kiss me, Minghao. Kiss me, and don't ever stop kissing me. Kiss me until the world has ended and we've returned to stardust. Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me.

And like a river flows, surely to the sea, Minghao knows with every fiber of his being, that some things — the moon, the stars, you and him, together — some things are meant to be.

#minghao x reader #minghao x you #minghao x y/n #the8 x reader #the8 x you #minghao fluff #the8 fluff #minghao fanfic #the8 fanfic #seventeenweeklyarticle #seventeen writing #seventeen fanfic #svt writing #svt fanfic #happy minghao day! #hope u guys like this one #savv writes #savv fics

[fushiglow]

Submit a prompt or request!

Writing to prompts is a really helpful exercise for me and people on Twitter showed some interest in the idea of making requests. So, I've opened a Retrospring where you can submit a prompt or request in exchange for a short JJK fic, drabble, or threadfic written by yours truly!

Your request can be as detailed or as broad as you like, but please specify characters/ship, SFW/NSFW preferences, and at least one keyword as a minimum. If making an NSFW request, please also include dynamic preferences if it’s important to you. You can make an anonymous request, so no need to feel shy!

No other rules for now. However, though I’ll do my very best to fulfil your request, I will choose prompts at my own discretion and leisure. Works will likely be no longer than 300 words — unless I get carried away, in which case, lucky you!

Disclaimer: I get a lot of joy from bringing people's ideas to life, but this is also an opportunity for me to experiment in a less formal setting, trying things and learning and improving. If I don't quite hit the mark for your request, please keep in mind this is a creative exercise for me, too. Now fire away!

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #呪術廻戦 #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk fic #other characters and ships welcome but mostly: #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satosugu #sugusato #stsg #sgst #五夏 #夏五 #goge #gego #my writing #fushiglow

[gentil-minou]

Xiantober Day 4 - Ghost!Xian + TGCF Crossover

Good news! Wei Wuxian has been resurrected!

The denizens of Ghost City let out a chorus of exuberant cheers and muffled. groans. Those who'd placed bets hounded the losers to collect their winnings.

13 years ago, the Yiling Loazu landed in Ghost City with with all the subtlety of a calamity being born. In fact, many had thought that was who he was; a new ghost king to challenge their current leader.

While some were concerned, most kept burnt popcorn on hand for what would inevitable become the battle of the century.

Instead, Wei Wuxian took one look around and, without any hint of menace or even perhaps fear, let out a loud "Huh! So this is what hell is like"

Longtime residents of Ghost City were deeply offended by this; their home was lovely! This new whippersnapper dared to come in and insult them! So rude!

A nearby yao, half lion and half sea horse with the beak of an eagle, stepped forward to challenge the new arrival. She was known for being the most vicious fighter, and an excellent baker of human pies.

But instead of recoiling in fear, the Yiling Loazu appraised her up and down, marveling at her fearsome features and bracelets.

The yao had never been complimented that way before, and that was the day she discovered she blushed the color blue. That also seemed to fascinate Wei Wuxian.

In fact, Wei Wuxian took to Ghost City like a baby demon to fire and brimstone. He instantly befriended the tavern owner, even though he spent as much time lamenting their liquor selection as he spent drinking it. It wasn't their fault Emperor's Smile was so hard to import here!

The Yiling Loazu was often seen spending his nights terrorizing innocent ghosts enjoying their afterlife with bets he somehow always won. Other nights, his flute was heard through the market, mournful and putting a damper on everyone's mood

Occasionally, on certain nights every year, Wei Wuxian would drink himself into a stupor, murmuring apologizes to his shijie and shidi, along with doleful gratitude to someone he called Lan Zhan.

He spent a lot of time calling for Lan Zhan, actually, wondering why he never responded or tried to call for him instead.

None of the other ghosts had the heart to tell him inquiry and other communication methods couldn't permeate the barrier around Ghost City.

Eventually, they became used to Wei Wuxian's particular brand of terror. Some days it would be a prank or something,

Like adding extra extra spice to pig baker's sweet cakes. Other days. He'd find ways to automate the city and make it more efficient, even helping some of the elderly ghosts with tasks they weren't able to do.

But it was always clear to them, even if no one said it:

Wei Wuxian did not belong here. While everyone else had welcomed their undead life with open arms, Wei Wuxian held a love of life that glowed in his red eyes, a longing for something half lived and lost.

Secretly, the citizens of Ghost City were hoping for the day he'd go back.

That day, when Wei Wuxian disappeared in a burst of bright white light that blinded everyone in the vicinity, was a joyous one indeed. They ate and drank and kept merry, wishing blessings for his new life.

They hoped they wouldn't see Wei Wuxian for a long, long while.

(threadfic here)

#no fun quips or commentary today only endless anxiety #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #mdzs fanfiction #the untamed #wei wuxian #tgcf #tgcf ghost city #mxtx #xiantober #mdzs musings #bushy writing

[phoenixtakaramono]

Re: Where to Read the Four Butchlander Threadfics on Twitter & Status Update about Them

Whelp, guess what, everyone? Your girl’s Twitter account got shadowbanned for the first time. And pretty much the threadfics are inaccessible until the ban gets lifted. (Let’s hope everything’s back to normal soon. 😭)

The threadfics in question (M3GAN-inspired AU, Fix-It AU, and Sugar Baby AU are the long WIPs; the Vampire & Lycan Hunter AU is the only one complete):

And like I was somewhat expecting, with my account currently submerged in the ether (fingers crossed nothing’s affected and everything’s back to normal once I’m back so we can return to our regular schedule threadfic updates on Twitter), another person’s reached out to me about it:

The Asks in question:

These threadfics were always intended to exist on Twitter as the first draft prototypes where I can write spontaneously and see what works, what doesn’t, and make them reader-interactive so pretty much my readers influence important story decisions for whichever threadfic it is. Then if I were to migrate these threadfics over to AO3, the intention was always to flesh them out more and polish them up, maybe change a couple story elements so there’s a point of difference between what’s on AO3 versus what’s on my Twitter (as an analogy, think of an author’s original webnovel version they uploaded on their website versus the professional light novel version they’ve polished up for publication) to keep it fresh. This migration was supposed to happen after all four chapters of Truce are complete and the only Butchlander fic I have left on AO3 that would still be ongoing would be The Name of the Game, which frees up my workload.

So currently, where we are right now, I am seriously considering moving up the schedule if, after 1 week (10/29/23), my account on Twitter is still Shazamed. I have heard shadowbans range from 2-3 days, to 3-5 days where it’s best if I don’t use the app in this duration of time, before escalating to Twitter Support if it persists. Same goes if my account is restored and I still get shadowbanned in the future for updating any of these 3 long threadfics.

Because, at that point, I might as well just port them over to AO3 if this keeps happening and save myself the headache. But this will have to be tested out. If I see it is truly unsustainable due to Twitter’s current unfriendliness to 🔞 threadfics (😒 …it used to be an ultra friendly platform for such, till you showed up El0n Musk), then I’ll just stop writing 🔞 threadfics all together.

The one thing I will have to say, though, is being a very detail-oriented multi-fandom writer who’s trying to be fair by adhering to the update schedule, for any new content, updates will be slow. Unlike Twitter where I can churn out 25 tweets at a time per update, you’ll be looking at weeks or months per chapter update on AO3 since three of them will be turned into genuine long stories. Quicker updates depend on how much content already exist on Twitter to be adapted from before the time of migration! Let’s see how it goes! ✌️

#butchlander #billy butcher x homelander #billy butcher #homelander #the boys #the boys tv #the boys amazon #ask #phoenix talks

[bakubaji]

threadfic miya twins character study / sakuatsu 6.7k

miya twins angst, hurt/comfort, loneliness, learning about self worth, skts but mostly a miya twin focus

There’s this thing in most SakuAtsu fics that always gets me, but I never feel like it’s gone into enough, and it’s when there’s a fight/miscommunication between the Miya twins. There’s always some angst and then they get into a fist fight and all is well. But 9 times out of 10 what happens is, it seems like Tsumu is being a whiny brat over something small, he brings it up, they fight, and they settle it like ‘Yep, Tsumu’s just dramatic’, and it always feels like the whole thing boils down to Tsumu being unable to move on, Samu being more mature, and Tsumu ends up kind of being comedic relief for getting so worked up. (Also, half the time, it’s Tsumu being worked up because Samu tells everyone something or whatever, and in the end Suna and Samu are like ‘You’re being a brat lol’ and that’s that). And, without fail, it drives me CRAZY bc it always feels like it never addresses the root issue, so it never feels resolved to me.

PSA: I’m not saying this as like, "These are real people- how dare you ignore their feelings!!" but more like, "You're setting up this character with really valid emotions and reactions, and then failing to carry them through and it falls flat. So, here are my thoughts:

The reason Tsumu gets so worked up when it comes to Samu is because Samu is his Most Important Person. Nothing & no one has ever been, or will ever be, more important to him, and he is fully shameless about it.

It's so obvious, even when they bicker. But Samu, from an outside perspective, but also from people who know him, sees Tsumu as his twin, his brother, but not necessarily his Most Important Person or Thing.

Maybe he was when they were younger, but as they grew up, he sort of moved on. Found other things more important and whatever. This is usually where the issue happens: many fics will see the moving on as part of maturing and "resolve" the issue by implying that the solution is that Atsumu needs to move on, and then Omi comes in, etc., etc., everything's good! But that never seems right to me.

I need Samu to be confronted about the fact that Tsumu has always loved him before anything, has always put him first, and yet he, time after time, doesn't do the same.

He tells Suna about quitting volleyball first, he sees Suna more than he sees Tsumu, he doesn't tell him they're dating. And he and Suna- who's known them for a long, long time, who knows how Tsumu is- will regularly poke fun at Tsumu for being dramatic, whiny, overly sensitive, and it hurts Tsumu to know that the two people he's known the longest- including the one person who's supposed to be his other half, who's supposed to always be by his side and always have his back- never try to understand him.

They never seem to care about him as much as they care about each other. And worse than that, they make him feel like something's wrong with him for caring about them the way he does. Like he's too much, too immature, too clingy, and they tease and mock and belittle, knowing exactly where Atsumu's most vulnerable. Crossing all the lines of ‘too far’ and then, instead of apologizing, they laugh it off and tell him to grow up.

And everyone seems to agree.

Just once, JUST ONCE, I want Atsumu to have enough.

I want him to realize that he doesn't deserve that. That nothing's wrong with the way he loves, and the way he needs love.

I want an Atsumu who realizes he's giving himself up over and over just to be ridiculed.

And sure, Samu checks on him when he's sick, and Suna invites him to drink after they play against each other, and eventually they even ask Tsumu to officiate their wedding so they don't have to fight over him, but that's not what Tsumu wanted.

Tsumu wanted to be Samu's best man, the way they'd always planned since they first found out what marriage was. And if, or when, Tsumu ever got married, he'd ask Samu to be his. But it was supposed to go both ways. And Samu was supposed to call when good things happened too (like Suna asking him on a first date, or the loan for the restaurant being approved), or even bad things, not just out of a sense of obligation to make sure Tsumu was okay. And Suna was supposed to invite Tsumu out whenever he was nearby, the way Tsumu did, not just drop a time and place as their teams lined up to shake hands.

Tsumu is always treated like the Least Important Person, and eventually he has to recognize it's not good, it's not fair or healthy or right, and he owes it to himself to stop, because losing his Most Important Person is less painful than what he has right now (at least he hopes). So he starts treating Samu and Suna the way they treat him.

He answers calls (most of the time) but rarely calls first.

He doesn't send pictures of things that remind him of them anymore.

He doesn't send "I miss you" or "Love you" anymore, because they always laugh and brush him off.

He visits the restaurant if the team is in town, but he stops taking the train over on weekends just to say hi

When something big happens, he goes home alone and puts his head between his knees and breathes, because he ‘won't call Samu.’ He won't. Because Samu wouldn't. And it's hard. God, it's so, so hard, and it hurts more than he'd thought. They'd say he was being dramatic, they'd tell him to grow up, get over it. But the way neither of them even seem to notice makes him realize it was the right thing to do.

It's also hard because now Tsumu struggles a bit (a lot) to let people in. Maybe it's not that deep, maybe it's not that big a deal, but if his twin thought he was too much, didn't even care all that much about him in the end, despite the fact that Tsumu would do anything in the world for him, then who the hell would do otherwise? His twin brother and their oldest friend didn't stick around, so Tsumu doesn't really believe anyone actually will.

He becomes closer with his teammates, slowly: Bokuto loves a lot like him- giving all of himself to everyone he cares for- and even with a boyfriend, he still makes so much time for Atsumu, still meets him where he's at, treats him how Tsumu always wanted someone to. Shoyo and Omi become good friends too, through trial and error. Shouyou is easier: Tsumu knows not to expect the same kind of attentiveness from him- he's kind of flighty and distractible, which isn't bad at all. He's so genuine and good regardless.

Omi takes longer, given their sort of warring personalities, but in the end he sees Atsumu as he is, and never asks him to change. He never asks more (or less) from him. Never makes Tsumu feel like he's wrong. In his own ways, Omi pours himself into their friendship wholeheartedly, and the same way he recognizes Atsumu's ways of showing it, Tsumu sees that Omi is doing the same. For once, Tsumu doesn't feel like his care is unwanted.

But even so, new friends (or maybe more?) can only do so much. It's harder and harder to admit it now that he's proven to himself that he wasn't the one in the wrong, but he misses his brother, misses his oldest friend, and he knows they don't miss him. And it's embarrassing, it's shameful, to know that, despite everything, he would still do anything for them because that's just who he is, who he's always been. No matter what, Samu will still be his Most Important Person, and Tsumu can't do anything about it.

They still see each other, sometimes, and Tsumu breathes in each moment like he's been starved for air. He tries not to let it show, just how much he misses them, how happy he is to see them, even if it's not the same. Hell, they're probably happier to see him now than ever before, mentioning how much he's grown up lately, how much better he's doing now that he's not so dependent on them, on Samu. And it hurts infinitely more to hear, to know that they prefer this censored version of him to the real one. The one who was unashamed of how much he loved them, how much they meant to him.

It takes a while for him to heal from that, actually. His new friends help. Omi helps a lot. Bo helps the most- he's the first person Tsumu ever tells about it all, and he's the only one who he trusts to understand. Even then, there's no one who can really share the feeling. Even Bokuto can only speak about friends, his two sisters much older. It's different from a twin, and he knows that. So, to an extent, he has to go it alone.

That's the worst part. Tsumu always believed that being born a twin meant you were never supposed to be alone, not truly. How could you be born part of a perfect matching set only to end up on your own? It felt wrong, it always had. That was why Samu had always been the world to him. For Tsumu, being Samu's brother was as intrinsically part of him as his hands, his eyes, his legs; there was no way to remove that part of himself, not without far too much pain. So he remained Samu's brother, even if it was only in his heart, buried deep so it couldn't be used against him. It was a secret treasure just for him, one that hurt to hold onto, but would hurt much more to lose.

Everything kind of goes to shit eventually, when after a year or two, Omi proposes after they win the Olympics. It was on international television. It made headlines. The sports channel and gossip rags were talking about the same thing for once.

And then Osamu called.

Tsumu almost didn't answer.

He was so happy and he wanted to share it with Samu, but he wanted to hoard it to himself more. But Omi left him alone with a look that said 'answer it,' so he did.

It was silent on the line when he answered, and Tsumu didn't say anything to break it. It was Samu who spoke first.

"Yer gettin' married?"

It took a moment to respond. Samu's voice took him by surprise, how quiet and shaky it was. "Yeah," he said. "Eventually."

"I didn't know the two of ya were together."

Tsumu could've laughed at the irony of it if it didn't sting to hear.

"Never came up, I guess."

"I- Yeah. Guess not. Not much does, these days, it seems."

Atsumu pressed a hand to his mouth and stared at the door Omi had left through, pushing down the urge to scream or maybe cry. It had been two or so years since he'd left, and Samu had never even noticed the difference until now.

"What happened?" Samu asked, voice shaking that way it did when he refused to cry. "What happened to us, Tsumu?"

Atsumu took a deep breath, letting it out with a sigh. "Samu, if you don't know, it's not gonna matter."

He wasn't trying to be obtuse. He didn't want to guilt Samu into anything. But if Samu couldn't tell that he'd caused this, that he'd always been the one to push that distance further and further... If he couldn't see that much, Tsumu didn't know if he could fix it.

He couldn't do it on his own. He couldn't put himself through that again, not after he'd put this much work in to help himself.

"I don't- I don't know. I don't know why ya wouldn't tell me. I thought we told each other things like this."

Tsumu's laugh was harsh. "Ya can't be serious."

"What’d'ya mean? I'm dead serious, Tsumu."

"After Suna? Ya think ya have any right to say that?"

"What-I- that was different, Tsum. Ya found out eventually, and not because I got proposed to on live television."

"'Cause it was so much better walkin' in on the two of ya fuckin' after ya told me ya couldn't come visit 'cause ya got caught up at work!"

"And I told ya I was sorry! I didn't think ya were gonna come over, ya lived two cities away!"

"And I wanted to see ya!" Atsumu yelled. "I wanted to see my brother, was that so bad?!"

Of course that wouldn't have occurred to Samu, Tsumu thought, because he wouldn't have done the same. Samu only came when Tsumu invited him. At the very least he'd call ahead. He never surprised him. He didn't go out of his way because he wanted to see Tsumu.

"It doesn't matter," Atsumu said, sucking in a deep breath. "I already told ya. Look I- I don't wanna do this. At all. Right now. I just- I just got engaged, Samu. I just won the Olympics. You've had forever to do this, why'd'ya hafta do it now?"

Samu was silent for a long time. "Is it so bad? Did I do somethin' so bad to ya?"

"Samu, please, not- not now."

"Ya can't even tell me? I'm your brother, Tsumu, we can't just-"

"Brothers?” Atsumu laughed. It came out like a sob. "Samu, when was the last time you acted like a brother to me?"

"I- what?"

"Samu, when- God, I don't wanna do this right now. Fuck." He wished he could go back just five minutes and not answer the call. Hold onto Omi instead.

"Do ya even know when I realized ya were tearin' me apart?" Atsumu asked, throwing an arm over his face. "It's been two years now, and ya just now noticed. You and Rin just- the two of ya- ya don't even know how much ya hurt me. Ya didn't even care."

"H-hurt ya? Tsumu, what're ya talkin' about? What's Rin gotta do with this?"

"Look, I don't- I just- do we hafta do this now?"

"Yes we hafta do it now!" Samu spit. "What the hell are you talkin' about?"

"God, I just- fuck, Samu, I couldn't stand it anymore! You know I love ya more than anythin'. Do you know how it was for me? Always 'Tsumu's too much', 'Tsumu's being dramatic', 'Tsumu's too clingy'. I just cared about ya! But it was too much for ya. Both of ya. I thought, for so long, that somethin' was wrong with me. I thought 'even my own brother thinks it's too much, the way I love people'. Do you know how long it took for me to realize it was okay? That there wasn't somethin' wrong with me?

"Everythin' I did, everythin' I am was too much for ya. Too much for Rin. And ya couldn't even just- just pretend, or even tolerate it. Ya made- ya made me feel so bad. All the time. And ya never once- never made me feel like ya gave a shit about me.

"Yer my twin, that- to me, that means everythin', Samu. It means everythin' to me. You mean everythin' to me, and it- it hurts so bad, knowin' ya don't care, knowing I'm not the person you wanna tell things to, the person that ya rely on. God, to you I'm just- what? A burden? Just the person ya ended up stuck with? Did ya ever want me around or was I just there?

"‘Cause I always wanted you around. I wanna tell ya everythin', good or bad, big or small. Yer the one I've always- always relied on. I always told ya everythin'. And ya know what you did? Ya went and told Rin. Anythin' I told ya, secret or not, ya went and told Rin. And when you had somethin' to share, who did ya go to? Rin. Always Rin, never me. "Ya never cared that some things I only wanted you to know. Ya never cared that I wanted to be there to cheer you on or support ya. Ya never- I was never important to ya, not like you are to me. And that's- there's nothin' I can do about that, but I couldn't keep puttin' myself through it. So ya don't get to call after all this time and say I owe ya anythin' because we're 'brothers’. Ya lost that right, Samu."

Tsumu broke off, only vaguely realizing he'd ended up yelling. He was breathing heavy, eyes stinging, throat tight. This wasn't how he'd wanted his night to go. He should've been spending time with Omi, thinking about a ring since Omi had proposed with a medal.

He could hear Samu breathing over the phone, ragged and uneven, hitching with nearly silent sobs.

"D'ya see, Samu?" Atsumu whispered. "It's not- I can't fix this. I spent- I spent so long chasin' you. So long pretendin'. I won't do that to myself again, Samu. It hurt too much."

"I didn't-" Samu sounded broken. "I didn't know. I didn't mean to-"

"I know," Tsumu interrupted. "I know ya didn't, but that doesn't mean anythin' to me. I never wanted ya to treat me one way out of pity or guilt. I wanted it because yer my brother, and if ya- if ya cared about me like how I care about you, it wouldn't... It doesn't matter now.

"Look, Samu... I'm not mad at ya. Not anymore. And I still love ya more than anythin', that'll never change. But I got engaged tonight. I won the Olympics. And I don't wanna hurt right now. I just wanna be happy for a night, Samu. Can I have that much from ya, at least?"

Tsumu waited until Samu choked out a fragile ‘yes’, and then hung up and tossed his phone away. That was not what he'd envisioned for tonight. He felt simultaneously drained and like he might burst at the seams.

It took a while for Omi to come back, but when he did, he found Tsumu with his head between his knees, breathless and shaking as he cried.

Omi didn't ask him about anything, he just wrapped him up in his arms and told him he'd done well, and he was proud of him. It didn't ease the pain, but it helped some.

It helped because, even after everything, it was hard for Tsumu to not feel like he'd overreacted.

In his mind, Samu was talking with Suna right now, complaining about how Tsumu always did this, blew up for no reason just to make a fuss. Even after all this time, Atsumu wondered if he was the one in the wrong, the one making a big deal out of nothing, causing Samu problems again.

But Omi was there, holding him, reminding him with his words and his presence that it wasn't Atsumu's fault. That he hadn't done anything wrong by setting his boundaries, by recognizing what his love was worth.

They didn't celebrate that night, or even the next, but eventually they did, and Atsumu was happy even if he'd always pictured that his brother would be there for a moment like this.

Omi asked at one point when Tsumu would want the wedding, but Atsumu just fell silent and Omi understood. Nothing was going to happen yet. Tsumu has given up enough, but he couldn't... he couldn't give that up too. He may not have been Samu's best man, but he still wanted Samu to be his. and that couldn't happen right now, so he couldn't even begin to think about the rest of it. But Omi understood, and he was patient.

Time passed, as it was wont to do, and Tsumu settled again— or at least he would have, but Samu and Suna were acting... weird. It wasn't really anything obvious at first, especially since neither of them ever brought up the phone call, but...

First was Tsumu's mom, who mentioned on their weekly call that Samu had been bothering her like crazy, asking about their high school days and what she remembered about the three of them. Then Kita texted saying ‘Do you know if Osamu is in therapy? it may be a good idea.’ Which in Kita speak meant ‘Your brother's acting weird as fuck, tell him to leave me alone and bother someone who's paid to put up with him.’ Then Samu texted, saying he was going to be in town for a weekend. He'd be really busy, so he was getting a hotel room so he wouldn't disturb Tsumu with his comings and goings, but he had a potential opportunity to open up a new branch and he had to check things out.

“Could we meet?” he'd asked, and Tsumu stared at his phone for a long time, because they'd never been the kind of people who had to ask about things like that. “‘course,” he'd texted, biting his lip. “Lmk when you have time, we'll go out to eat.”

Then Suna called out of the blue after a game that Tsumu had watched on the TV in the living room. "Rin?" Tsumu answered, turning the volume down even though he liked watching post-game commentary. "Ya okay?"

"Did ya watch the game?" Suna asked, no greeting or anything.

"Yeah, just had it on. T'was good."

"It was ratshit," Suna grunted. "They got through half my blocks no problem, and shut me out more than not." Atsumu blinked at the TV screen, playing highlight reels of the game. The game Suna had just called him out of the blue to talk about.

"Wasn't yer best," he admitted slowly, Suna could be a bit prickly about his abilities when he didn't do well. "But ya knew goin' in yer usual tricks wouldn't be the most effective with them. An ace like that is hard to stop, and he happens to be built like a tank. Ya had a lot of good receives in the back row, kept yer team goin'."

Suna hummed, and Tsumu could hear the weary disappointment. "I guess. I just wanted to do better."

"I know ya did." Because Suna always did. Tsumu wondered if maybe Suna had meant to call Samu instead? "But what's done is done, no use workin' yerself up about it. Practice harder, so they can't shut ya out next time."

"I know. I know, yer right, I'm just..."

"I know. You should have Samu make ya some hirata buns. Ya always liked those when we lost."

Suna was quiet for a moment. "Yers are better than yer brother's," he finally grumbled, and Tsumu's cheeks flushed at the unexpected praise. "But yeah. Thanks, Tsum. I gotta go, coach wants to debrief. Thanks for pickin' up.”

Atsumu stared at his phone for a long time after the call ended.

Weird things like that kept happening. Tsumu came home to Omi unboxing a package of individually wrapped onigiri from Samu's shop that he'd found waiting by the door when he got home. Suna kept sending him pictures of the stray cat that kept showing up behind their apartment. Kita texted again asking ‘How have you been, Atsumu?', which made Atsumu's lip start wobbling and Omi called him a crybaby. Even Bo asked him at practice if something had happened with Samu, because apparently Akaashi had gone in to eat and kept having to text Bo questions because Samu kept hounding him about Tsumu; how he was? Was he doing well in practice? Did he have good friends on the team? Was Omi good to him?

Eventually, Samu was in town, and they met up to eat at a Chinese hot pot place between Tsumu's home and Samu's hotel. It was their first time seeing each other in person since before the phone call, and Tsumu was nervous. He'd thought about inviting Omi with him, but Omi had straight up refused. "Call me if you need me," he'd said, with a voice that said he'd be there in a heartbeat, but he told Atsumu this was something he probably had to do on his own. And Samu hadn't brought Suna, which was rare even when Suna was in season, so Tsumu agreed to return the courtesy. Just them, then. Tsumu and Samu, Samu and Tsumu. What a ridiculous thing to be scared of.

In the end, though it was just the two of them, they got enough food for four. it was almost distracting enough to drown out the inescapable awkwardness between them. Almost.

Atsumu didn't want to bring anything up, not when they were having an almost normal meal again, so he let Samu guide the conversation.

Samu told him about the property he'd gone to visit here in the city, a small restaurant that had been a ramen shop before it shut down. Tsumu looked at the pictures he was shown and agreed that it looked like a good place, though Samu would need a refrigerated display. Samu told him that their ma was trying to grow radishes in her window boxes, and Tsumu laughed and pretended that was the first he'd heard of it. Samu explained, staring fixedly at the vegetables floating in the spicy broth, that Suna thought it was best he didn't come this time, so it didn't feel like the two of them were ganging up on Tsumu again when they apologized, and Tsumu-

Tsumu blinked.

"If we came to ya, both of us at once, wouldn't it still feel like it was us versus you?" Samu asked quietly. "I didn't- I didn't tell him everythin' you told me, I swear, but he's always been smarter than us, he put it together since... with everythin' you said the last time, I didn't wanna seem like we were just apologizin' to get over it, ya know? And we thought, maybe, showin' up together might not be the best way to show we heard ya and everythin'."

Tsumu blinked at Samu, who blinked at the sweet potato that bobbed to the surface of the boiling soup.

"Look, Tsumu," Samu said, "I don't know when... when I started treatin' ya so bad. I don't know, and I don't know how I never noticed, or how I never saw when you… when you had enough of it. I never wanted to push ya like that. I never wanted to hurt ya. I know it's too late to say stuff like that, and I know it doesn't really matter, not when it can't change anythin', but it's true. And I'm sorry we made it impossible for you to talk to us. I know you tried to, and we just- just laughed it off. That was... fuck. I'm sorry, Tsumu. I really, really am. And ya don't hafta forgive me for it, not now, or- or ever, if ya don't want to. What we did, what I did- it wasn't fair to you. And more than that, I never should've... yer my brother, Tsumu. I should've been there for ya, I should've been the one you could come to when ya felt like shit or wanted to cry about somethin'. I should've been the person you could tell about yer first day in the big leagues, or yer new friends, or, or gettin' engaged. And- and ya still told me about so much of it, even when I-" he broke off with a frustrated sound. Samu had never been good at talking.

"I betrayed yer trust in me," Samu forced out. "And did it over and over, even when ya kept givin' me more chances." Samu took a deep breath, and he finally looked up to meet Tsumu's eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't keep yer secrets. I'm sorry I didn't listen when you needed me to. I'm sorry I ever made ya feel like you were wrong for trustin' me, for believin' that you deserved someone to be there for ya. You do, Tsumu. You always did, and I'm sorry it wasn't me.

“Most of all," he took a deep breath and started again. "Most of all, I'm sorry I made ya feel like you weren't a brother to me.

"We've always been more different that people think, but I still should've met ya halfway instead of makin' you cover the distance alone every time. I should've known how you are and what you need, the way you always have for me. And Rin- I'm not gonna apologize for him, he'll do that himself, but you always took care of him too. The three of us... we should've all looked out for each other, but you took care of all of us, and Rin and I just- we just looked out for ourselves. I'm sorry, Tsumu. And ya don't hafta let me, but I wanna make it up to ya. I wanna be- I wanna be brothers again, how we used to be. And i'll do the work, i'll go the whole distance, i'll do whatever ya need. You won't be alone in it anymore, I promise ya.

"I just want my big brother back, Tsumu. I miss ya, and I can't do all this without ya."

Atsumu met Samu's gaze, shell shocked at the sudden apology, and neither of them spoke for a long moment. Then suddenly, they both sniffed and tore their eyes away-the kind of in sync move that used to get them "There it is! Twin telepathy!" when they were young.

"Fuck, now I'm cryin' into the soup," Samu grumbled under his breath, wiping at his face roughly with the back of his wrist. "Why'd we hafta do this right now?"

"Hah?! Yer the one who brought it up, what do you mean we?!" Tsumu cried out, wiping his own face with a handful of paper napkins. "This is yer fault, not mine!"

"It's not my fault I had to apologize!" Samu retorted on instinct, and both of them paused. Tsumu sent him a thoroughly unimpressed glare- as much of a glare as he could manage when his eyes wouldn't stop watering.

"Say that again, slowly," Tsumu invited. "Yeah, yeah, I heard it as soon as I said it," Samu grunted, face pink. "Are we gonna keep talkin' about it or can we eat?"

"Well for one, I don't think yer in a place to be makin' demands right now," Tsumu said with as haughty a sniffle as he could manage. “And for two, I get hungry when I cry so food now, talk later."

"I know ya do, that's why I asked in the first place," Samu grumbled, but he swiped a piece of Tsumu's lamb and swished it around in the mala broth, just how Tsumu liked it, before reaching across the table and dropping it in Tsumu's dipping sauce.

It was hardly anything really, but Tsumu stared at it for a while. there were some things, he supposed, that Samu had noticed about him. Had remembered through the years. It didn't absolve him of his wrongs, it didn't fix things, but... it was nice to know, anyway. Tsumu wondered if Samu thought of him when he went out to eat with Suna, the way Tsumu always did; scanning the menu briefly to figure out what his brother would order if he was there.

Did Samu think about him when the first fireflies of the season began to appear, the ones they used to chase around with a glass jar in late summer?

Did he think of him, like Tsumu did, when that song came on the radio- the one their ma would sing out loud while she cleaned the kitchen, Tsumu and Samu watching cartoons in the next room?

Did he think of him, sometimes, when he woke up and there wasn't someone there? A matching set that had climbed under the covers with him when the thunder got too loud?

Even after all this time, so much of Tsumu's world was built by Samu. the smell of fireworks and takoyaki during matsuris, the sailor moon theme song they performed for their grandparents when they were six, the scar on his big toe where Samu nearly bit it off as a baby.

It was impossible to go a day without thinking about him, even if he tried. Samu was ingrained in his very being, always had been. Was he the same to him, tattooed on his soul from start to finish?

They ate in relative silence: Samu bracing himself for what would come next, Tsumu trying. his best to just make sense of things. A long time ago he'd posted on one of those advice forums, hurt and confused and searching for answers. They had come, mostly in the form of "Family or not, a relationship like that is more harm than good. Cut ties, put yourself first!", and some half dozen variations just like it. Tsumu had gotten sick thinking about it. He hadn't deleted the post because it was against the forum rules to delete once people had answered, but he made sure to reply to everyone. ‘You don't know what you're talking about. He's my twin brother.’

Dinner was long, though not as long as it could have been if they'd talked, but Tsumu still didn't really know what to say as they left. He wanted to say something like "It's alright, I forgive you, let's go back to how we were before" but he honestly couldn't really remember- couldn't remember when "before" was. It was hard, actually, to remember the last time Samu hadn't... hadn't scared him, at least a little.

When Tsumu went running up to him with something to say, or when he found himself crying after a bad game, or when he wanted attention just because- he couldn't remember the last time he hadn't gone expecting a weary sigh, an eye roll, a derisive laugh.

So he couldn't say it was okay. But he had a chance to have his brother back, and even if it was a bad decision, even if it meant he was the vulnerable one once again... for Samu, he would do it. He would do it again, with his trust and his hope on full display.

But this time- this time, Samu needed to do it too. Belly up and helpless, knowing the costs of failure. Tsumu wouldn't be the only one, not this time.

"I'll let ya," he finally said, the two of them frozen under some streetlight, hands shoved in their pockets to protect them from showing too much. "You and Rin, if he wants to. I'll let ya make it up to me. I want ya to, Samu, and I mean that. I don't want- this isn't some power play, alright? I'm not tryin' to guilt trip you into doin' whatever I want until I decide yer forgiven. you know I'd do anythin' for ya, even now. So, don't do this ‘cause ya want somethin' from me. I want ya to do this because you miss me too. I want-" it was hard to ask for what he wanted. "I want ya to treat me well, Samu. I want ya to treat me like someone ya want to be around, someone ya actually- actually love. Not someone ya just got stuck with.”

He took a deep breath. "We've always been brothers because that's how we were born. But I choose to be yer brother every day, Samu. I don't regret it, and I'll do it every day until I die. But you have to make that choice now. You have to prove ya want this, that it- that we, that I, am worth that effort for ya. Got it? Because I've had enough of bein' an afterthought, and I- I know now that I deserve more. So I don't really want yer apologies, to be honest, though I appreciate it nonetheless. If ya wanna make it up to me, I want ya to show up for me. I want ya to care about the things I love, to listen to me when I talk, even if ya think it's just a nod along if I'm mad! I want to know that I can go to ya about anythin'. That ya won't judge me, won't laugh at me or put me down, and I'm not- I'm not askin' ya to treat me like a princess or anythin'. I can take a joke, but ya need to know where the line is. And it won't work if I hafta point it out to ya every time. You need to pay attention. You need to care enough that I don't hafta worry about whether or not I'm linin' up to be laughed at. Understand?"

The worry that he was asking too much, making a fuss over nothing, was still incessant in the back of his mind. But he thought about his friends, about Omi, about the way he'd always shown up for Samu and Suna. If it wasn't too much for them, why would it be too much for him?

It still felt dramatic, a bit excessive, but- Samu was nodding fiercely, a determined frown pulling at his lips. "I'll do it," he said, so sure of himself. "You've always done it for us, haven't ya? If you can do it, I can do it."

Tsumu blinked. Scowled. "This isn't a competition, ya scrub! Take it seriously!"

"I'm dead serious!" Samu huffed. "Besides, what have we ever taken more seriously than a competition? All I'm sayin' is, genetically or whatever, there's no reason you should be all good at something that I can't do. So, if you can do it, I can do it. I will. I'm serious, Tsumu. Not to get anythin', not to prove anythin', just- just because, alright? You deserve it, and I miss ya, and I wanna be- I wanna be someone you trust again. I wanna be good to ya."

And it was just words- it was just promises that might or might not be kept, but it was more than Atsumu had ever expected. He was terrified, sure, but this... this meant the world to him, and he was willing to take the risk.

"Alright, alright. Then, that's it then, yeah? We've aired our grievances-"

"You aired your grievances."

"All that's left is puttin' yer money where yer mouth is. And if this is a competition-"

"It is, at least a little bit."

"Then ya should know the stakes."

Atsumu leveled Samu with a steady look. "It better end in a tie. ‘Cause if I come out on top again, I'm not risking a third chance. If I'm the one giving everything again, I'm not going to give any more.”

"Loud and clear," Samu agreed with a nod.

"And if I win, ya never get to bring up me quittin' volleyball around ma ever again.'' It was such a stupid bet, but Tsumu knew better. Samu put the odds in his favor- everything he did would be for Tsumu's benefit, not his own. If he won, all he would gain was Atsumu.

The way he looked at him now, eyes still a little pink around the edges, shoulders tight in that way they got before a fight... that was enough. Atsumu, for once, would be enough.

"Deal," Tsumu finally said, offering an outstretched pinky. Samu locked it with his own, pressed their thumbs together. "Deal."

Things weren't fixed yet, not by a long shot, but for once, Atsumu felt like things might be okay. Maybe in a year, he could plan a wedding. Have his brother as his best man, and his best friend could wipe his ma's tears when she started crying too hard.

It was far away still, but if there was one thing Tsumu knew better than anything, it was his brother, and the look in Samu's eyes said I'll do whatever it takes. Tsumu knew that look because he wore it the same.

To be brothers again, I'll do whatever it takes.

For the first time in his life, Atsumu entered a competition hoping he would lose.

#bakubajific #haikyuu!! #threadfic #long post #miya twins #post timeskip #sunaosa #sakuatsu #hurt/comfort #loneliness #insecurity #fix it fic #sort of #family angst #setting boundaries and making amends #this is not an osamu and suna loving fic #but i do love them dearly #slaps fic: you can fit so many feelings in this bad boy #but most of them are sad

[fiercynn]

bad buddy fic: all for swinging you around (patpran, 18.8k words)

all for swinging you around by fiercynn

Pran turns back to Pat, who is gaping at him, eyes wide. "Wait," says Pat. "Were you on a date?"

my fic where pat sabotages pran's dates (for a bet that they make together, because of course) is finished! thanks to everyone who has followed along with it, first when it was a threadfic wip on twitter last fall, then after a moved it over to ao3 to finally start updating it again this summer.

go straight to the last chapter!

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[ao3feed-fengqing]

Crazy Little Things

by slightly_alarming_prism Feng Xin: and ik u know who i am and ur angry that i got a good grade and ur obsessed with my dick bc of that goddamn rumor and apparently u don’t fucking sleep Feng Xin: but neither do i so it’s fine ig, keep harassing me That sense of self importance inflates, rises, and settles behind his chest with a spreading warmth. Consent. He’s been given real, tangible consent to keep texting Feng Xin. Not just to text him, but to remain biting and sharp. To be closer to how Mu Qing really feels, not just the acceptable version that shuts his mouth and looks pretty. The self importance looks a lot like his heart pounding. The blood leaves his head, travels through his veins, leaves him giddy with possibility. The feeling trails downwards, collecting in a warm heat. -- or, Mu Qing starts sexting a stranger. Words: 5412, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Mù Qíng (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Fēng Xìn (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Mù Qíng's Mother (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Péi Míng (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Xiè Lián (Tiān Guān Cì Fú) Relationships: Fēng Xìn/Mù Qíng (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Fēng Xìn & Xiè Lián (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Mu Qing & Pei Ming (Tiān Guān Cì Fú) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Mutual Pining, maybe? - Freeform, Angst, not as heavy as usual!!, be proud of me, Past Fēng Xìn/Jiàn Lán (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Sexting, Stalking, Obsession, way less intense than those tags make it seem, Blow Jobs, Emotionally Repressed Mù Qíng (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), sexually frustrated Mu Qing, former threadfic, remember when i said i would finish this?, well i'll finish this, but in a different form via https://ift.tt/tUiy8rx

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[satonthelotuspier]

A quick 520 threadfic

It was just before midnight by the time Wei Wuxian rolled in, and he had expected Jiang Cheng to be in bed asleep. The other kept diametrically opposed hours to Wei Wuxian normally after all.

He was a little the worse for wear, having been caught up in an unexpected drinking session with some old friends he had met by chance on the way home. But he could still feel the miasma of anger rising from the figure sat on the sofa, watching the door.

Ah, so this was the "killing intent" so frequently talked of in xianxia novels? And Jiang Cheng was radiating it in excess.

He looked around the room in panic, had he missed some plans they'd made?

No, he definitely couldn't remember them making any. Although there was a bottle of good alcohol and several of his favourite snacks set out on the coffee table. But they really hadn't had any plans. Jiang Cheng had called him that morning to check what time he'd be home, but hadn't said anything about them doing something together later.

Had he missed his chores?

Really that was the reason Jiang Cheng was usually most annoyed at Wei Wuxian, so it was likely. But then, why would Jiang Cheng reward him with drinks and his favourite snacks?

It made no sense.

"What's wrong, Jiang Cheng?" He resorted to asking.

There was silence, as Jiang Cheng dragged himself to his feet, and stared at Wei Wuxian like he wanted to punch him where he stood.

The silence stretched on, as Jiang Cheng seemed to fight to take control of himself. "Nothing." There was enough venom in the negative response that Wei Wuxian wasn't sure he shouldn't go to the hospital right now for a shot of Jiang Cheng-antivenom. Even after all their years as friends, he hadn't yet built up the required immunity.

"Nothing my ass." The words were out on his alcohol-controlled tongue before his slightly slower brain managed to identify it as a response he was better keeping in his own head.

"Nothing, Wei Wuxian. Why would there be? We didn't make any plans. I didn't ask you to make sure you came home." Jiang Cheng made to stomp past him and go to his own room, when Wei Wuxian caught him by the arm.

He turned, and shoved Wei Wuxian lightly, annoyed. But his balance was just a tiny bit affected, and he stumbled back against the wall. Jiang Cheng watched him like a haughty king watching an annoying pleb he was about to stamp under his boots. He hated that look on Jiang Chengs face!

"Your missish temperament will keep any self-respecting girl well away, Jiang Cheng." He mocked, and watched the hot tide of colour, tied to his sudden temper spike, flood up Jiang Cheng's neck.

Oops.

"I've had plenty of self-respecting girls interested, you asshole. It's not their fault I'm so fucking stupid I'm in love with a jackass who can't see it, and even when I work up the courage to tell him to his face he can't even be bothered to come home." He tried to yank his arm free but now nothing short of cutting Wei Wuxian's hold off at the wrist would have worked, as he clung on to keep Jiang Cheng in place.

Jiang Cheng realised he'd said too much after all.

Or, in Wei Wuxian's opinion, finally he'd said enough.

He chose to let the comment about him being a jackass go, and not point out that if Jiang Cheng had asked him to come home directly, he likely would have.

Or at least bargained to make it earlier than he had.

Because he'd said something a lot more important. Wei Wuxian chuckled, and suddenly pushed himself away from the wall, altering their positions so Jiang Cheng was pinned between it and Wei Wuxian's body. He took hold of Jiang Cheng's chin, and, holding him still, smiled down into his eyes.

He wasn't aware of what expression his face showed, but it seemed to have Jiang Cheng frozen in place, his almond eyes wide and surprised.

"I accept your feelings, A-Cheng," he grinned, and leaned in, til his breath gusted over Jiang Cheng's lips. The other wet them with his tongue in a suddenly nervous gesture. "Let me share mine with you, too." He twinned sliding a thigh between Jiang Cheng's with the words, before he leaned down to cover Jiang Cheng's mouth, swallowing whatever insincere bravado was about to burst from them with his own.

#chengxian #xiancheng #love confessions #ish #I'm terrible at remembering to keep tumblr updated

[corvus--rex]

Less of a full fic, more of a rough sketch of a concept.

Been thinking about a modern au where Tex & Krolia never married. They come to a point when Keith is 7 where their romantic relationship has come to its natural end but they're still best friends and want to raise Keith together so the farthest Tex moves is a different bedroom.

A few months later he starts dating the divorced mom of an 11yo boy at the same time as Krolia goes on a business trip where she meets a young widow with a 6yo daughter.

Tex & Krolia refuse to leave Keith behind to bounce between them, so they stay in the house, moving their new partners in with them. It's a bit of an adjustment, but the kids all get along and are acting like siblings in no time.

These are the relationships Tex & Krolia know will last, and a few months before their double wedding, they and their fiancees sit down with a lawyer, formally adopting each other's kids and signing co-parenting agreements. Shiro, Keith, and Romelle do not understand why they need to have some paper telling them they're siblings when it's something they already know.

Years later, when Lance tries to warn Keith about his own family, Keith just remind him that he grew up with two siblings and four parents, how bad could it be?

#Keith. Deserves. A. Giant. Loving. Family. #my writing #threadfic import #keith kogane #lance mcclain #takashi shirogane #romelle #krolia #krolia's bi btw #and so is romelle's mom #tex kogane #broganes #keith x lance #klance #vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender

[melancholicheart]

so for anyone who is new, my name is lynx, i’m 20 and pansexual. i use he/they pronouns and i’m an author in the cod community.

my ao3 is @/melancholicheart just like my tumblr and i’m most known for writing ‘Dirty Little Secret’. I also write threadfics on twitter which i may transfer over here as to not lose them!

so, feel free to follow, ask q’s, send suggestions.. WHATEVER! just glad to meet/reacquaint with you all!

here is my linktree (where you'll find all the important things about me!): https://linktr.ee/melancholyheart

#soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost #soap #mw2 #call of duty #mw2 2022

[wise-tortoise]

I'm posting this threadfic from twitter here for archival purposes, with format adjusted for tumblr, but no other modifications from how it originally was. If you would like to read the polished version (which still has minimal changes but is a bit prettier to read I think), check out my Ao3!

***

Jiang Yanli was determined to spend time with her brothers, like they used to when they were kids. She really missed them! It was nobody's fault that, after she'd gone to high school, she'd had too many obligations to just hang out with them.

And then she'd gone to university and they'd gone to high school, and everyone was too busy and doing things together seemed like an impossible task. And then she'd graduated and her brothers had gone to college instead, and with exams and projects they never had time for her!

But Jiang Yanli was determined. Now that they were done with exams for the moment, she asked them to meet up the next friday and they agreed, also eager to spend time with her (at least, she presumed...)

"A-Cheng, A-Xian!!! Here!!!!" She waved at them from the park bench she was sitting on.

They hugged tightly like they hadn't seen each other in months (not true, but family dinners didn't count) and helped her spread out the contents of their picnic baskets.

It was such an enjoyable time! All three of them, hanging out again, talking about their lives. She'd missed them so much!

After a while, seeing that they rarely mentioned someone else in their tales, Jiang Yanli got curious and asked:

"So is there no one that you like?" And that's when things started to get... Weird. Jiang Cheng got somewhat cagey - but what was fine, he's always been shy! Maybe he wasn't ready, so she wasn't going to press. But Wei Wuxian also avoided the question.

She would have expected Wei Wuxian to either be upfront about not liking anyone, or be excited to tell her if he'd met a girl he liked! But maybe... Oh, was it because it wasn't a girl? It wasn't something she'd expected, but it was nothing to be ashamed of!

She decided to show her support "So there's no girl, or boy? Anyone? You know you can tell jiejie, right? You too, A-Cheng! I will always support you ☺️" "Eh? Ah, haha, thanks, jie, but there's really no need to..."

Wei Wuxian trailed off as he looked at Jiang Cheng's closed off expression. Jiang Yanli saw some kind of shift in him, as he seemed to change course of action "Actually, there is someone I like, quite a lot" "Oh?? Do tell me more, if you can ☺️"

"they are always shy and grumpy, but very kind. They're like tofu that's crispy outside but soft inside!" Jiang Yanli laughed at the comparison, while Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes and turned his head away from them

"i really, uh, I really like spending time with them, it's fun and they. Uhm. Jie, they make me happy" Wei Wuxian said, turning shy and looking at the grass under them. Jiang Cheng was now looking at him, too. Jiang Yanli was surprised. Could it be that her A-Xian had found his forever?

"Wei Wuxian... You- you really mean it?" "Of course I do. This person is... very important to me and I- I want to make them happy as well. If they'll let me" Aw, so her A-Xian really was in love! But why did A-Cheng look like he was about to cry...?

"Stupid" Jiang Cheng said as he threw his arms around Wei Wuxian, who hugged him back immediately, their momentum bringing them down half on their blanket and half on the grass...

...huh? Jiang Yanli was very confused. Who was this special person?

Why would A-Xian's confession get such a reaction out of A-Cheng? But as she saw how the two were entangled, smiling with tears in their eyes, and had maybe even forgotten about her, she realized who that special person was.

Jiang Yanli smiled and cut three more slices of cake. There was something to celebrate, after all.

#chengxian #xiancheng #mdzs #jiang yanli #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #yunmeng shuangjie #yunmeng siblings #the untamed #my fic

[crepus]

KAELUC FICS? IF YOU WANT THEM I'VE GOT A WHOLE STASH HERE YOU CAN HAVE SOME OF THEM

Hanahaki Nonsense: Diluc gets hanahaki and attempts to deal with it while Kaeya tries to help

the bird without wings: A hurt/comfort age regression fic where Diluc is turned into a child on Kaeya's birthday

Under the Same Sky: Kidfic featuring nb Caelus with slow burn Kaeluc learning how to open up to each other again. Imported from a threadfic on Twitter

A Garden Blooms in Mondstadt: Currently ongoing ABO au with mpreg. Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff. Featuring different kaeluc kids.

Silk and Fire: Undercover mission fic (for Diluc) while Kaeya helps him. Set in Sumeru with a crossdressing Diluc.

more courageous to overcome: Angel Diluc falls from heaven and is taken care of by Demon Kaeya

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Thank you so much! I'll check them out right away haha

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[flannelizard]

I think that it’s important to acknowledge that there will be losses to fandom culture with the death of Twitter. Reading thread fics is completely different from drabbles on here or fic on AO3. And I don’t think its a format that easily translates to a different medium.

I enjoy reading threadfics! I accidentally read a 75k fic that way once. It was actually great for my adhd to have those bite sized pieces.

It Twitter died and fandom on Twitter goes with it I think that is a big loss and it is really sad for the people who are so passionate about it. I know there’s a lot of mocking of Twitter people but in the like six months I’ve engaged with fandom Twitter I have had a lot of fun.