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thepetesimp · 1 month

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I saw ur post about wanting writing prompts so I thought why not lol. (This is my first time doing this 😅) but I have a few of AUs on my art blog that I would love to see expanded on like my Tall Pete/Short Vegas au, A band au with Vegas being a lead singer and Pete falling in love at first sight, or Pete being Vegas’ personal bodyguard instead of Tankhun’s. So yea if u find any of these interesting I’d love to see ur spin on it

OMG hi! Thank you so much for sending me this, I'm so flattered you thought of asking me to write sth surrounding your AUs ❤️ It kind of feels like the secret Santa event all over again, I love it haha. The timing is actually a little too perfect, because a few weeks ago, I randomly stumbled upon a YouTube short about the side couple in Laws of Attraction and I proceeded to 1. lose my shit, so much so that I decided to start watching the show and 2. write a whole page full of notes about an AU in which Pete is Vegas' bodyguard, based on the pool scene of said short. So, to give a little context: In this alternative universe, Vegas and Gun visit the main family compound for a meeting. At some point, Korn wants to talk to Gun alone, so Vegas goes to the pool area to find Porsche, along with Pete who follows him. Vegas proceeds to flirt with Porsche, as Vegas does, up until Gun suddenly appears and starts yelling at him for unclear reasons. He escalates it when Vegas asks, baffled, why he's being yelled at, by slapping him and putting his head into the pool. Pete normally doesn't intervene when Gun gets violent with Vegas, but his protective instincts here kick in and he stops Gun from literally attempting to kill his own son. As a result, Gun's anger gets redirected at Pete, who gets beaten up in Vegas' stead. The snippet I wrote for you is the aftermath of everything I described above. I hope you like it ❤️ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Silence, occasionally broken by a faint sound that resembled sniffing. Pete couldn’t tell what it was, but in his state he couldn’t really tell where he was either, so he stopped worrying about it. He tried, instead, to remember what had happened that brought him here, wherever “here” was. The last thing he recalled was the feeling of Khun Gun’s shoes digging into his forearms, which he used in his attempt to protect his head from his boss’ repeated, brutal kicks. Khun Gun wasn’t the strongest man Pete had ever met, but there were reasons he always tried to stay on his good side, and his cruelty was one of them. The cruelty that had so many times been directed at his own son. The kind he was eerily familiar with.

Khun Vegas’ face materialized in Pete’s mind. Droplets of water running down his nose, his sharp cheekbones, reaching his neck. His hair wet and disheveled, his chest heaving from the difficulty to breathe after having had his head shoved into the pool. His expression crumbling with worry, something Pete had no logical way of explaining. Fuck, where was he? Pete could only hope Porsche had protected him from his father’s fury afterwards. Khun Gun was unpredictable; he couldn't be trusted to only be satisfied by lashing out at Pete. Pete needed to go find him as soon as possible. Opening his eyes proved to be a challenge. A heavy fog was clouding his vision, and the pain that was engulfing his whole body was preventing him from doing the simplest of movements. He groaned as he shifted his torso in a futile attempt to get up, resulting in a gasp that startled him into opening his eyes to check where it came from. His mouth was hanging open as he took in the image of Khun Vegas staring at him, fidgeting nervously in the chair he was sitting on. His eyes were red around the corners and he looked ghostly pale. Pete’s breath hitched. “Pete… ?” he said, dropping his gaze to the floor. He always did that when he was feeling guilty about something. “Are you... ?” “I’m fine, Khun Vegas,” Pete replied, despite the numbness in his limbs and the headache that was starting to form. “What about you? Are you hurt? Should I take you to the doct-” “We’re at the infirmary, you idiot,” Vegas shouted, interrupting him, but his voice lacked the usual heat. “Stop acting like my bodyguard right now, it pisses me off.” That’s all I know how to be, Pete wanted to tell him, but remained silent. That’s all I’m allowed. He didn’t really mind Khun Vegas’ words. He’d heard worse things over the years, things that should have probably hurt him. Somehow, Pete had the ability to forgive him anything. The atmosphere grew tense between them. Pete had grown used to that, too, but he had never seen Khun Vegas be so self conscious before. He wondered why the sudden change. “I’m not thanking you,” Pete heard him murmur after a few seconds; he uttered the words under his breath, while staring at his feet. If Pete had a better view of his face, he’d argue Khun Vegas was pouting. Pete could only reassure him. “You don’t have to, Khun Vegas. I was simply doing my job.” It had the opposite effect. The creases between his eyebrows deepened as he lifted his head and stared at Pete. Astonished as his mouth was open agape, likely for a retort that never came. Alternatively, he turned his attention to the small table next to Pete’s bed. He stood up and approached it hastily, grabbing something that was resting on top of it, before Pete could take a closer look. “The nurse said you have to take this,” he said and extended his arm at Pete, revealing a small pill. It was probably a standard type of painkiller. Bodyguards never got any special medical treatment, especially those working for the minor family. It wasn’t worth the trouble. Pete tried to lift his hand to take it, but he bitterly realized it was impossible. He winced as he took a look at both of his arms and found them bandaged, smears of purple popping at places his skin was uncovered. He cursed under his breath. “Ah, I’m sorry, Khun Vegas, I’ll just call the-” Cold fingertips pressed on Pete’s chin. They felt even colder on his lips, the pressure just enough to make him open his mouth. The pill slipped between his teeth easily, with the help of a wet tongue he'd never thought he'd get to taste. Hot air hit Pete’s cheeks. His heart was beating rapidly. For a moment, he forgot how to breathe. Water traveled down his throat, taking the pill with it. Pete blinked. His head felt light, his body even lighter. He didn’t know how to describe the feeling, but he didn’t think it was bad. He focused, instead, on Vegas, who was standing above him with an unusual sense of confidence. “Get well soon. That’s an order.” It was enough to ground Pete back into reality. He was thankful for it.

“Yes, Khun Vegas.” It was only then that Pete noticed how the color returned on Vegas’ face and how his slight trembling seized. “Has Pete woken up yet?” Both of them jumped at the sound of Porsche’s voice. He poked his head into the room, completely oblivious to what had transpired before he showed up. “Oh, he has. How are you feeling?” “Good,” he replied sincerely. The pain didn’t bother him anymore. A smile spread on his lips as he added, “Khun Vegas just gave me my medicine.” Porsche returned it, though his was more mischievous than playful. “Pete, you should have seen Vegas while he waited for you to wake up. I’ve never seen him crying so hard-” Vegas punched Porsche hard on the shoulder to stop him from talking, which made loud laughter escape Pete’s mouth. It earned him a glare, one of Vegas' serious ones. It'd bring him hell later, but Pete realized he was fine with that.

#it feels so weird posting sth I wrote without having it beta read #shout out to my beautiful beta thank you for keeping me sane #sth I wanted to add but Tumblr doesn't let me is that here Vegas and Pete have a significant age gap #Vegas is 20 at most while Pete is around 28 #it's how Laws of Attraction inspired me I'm sorry people #this may turn into an actual fic if I get inspiration to write the rest of it #God it feels good to write again #I have a few more prompts to write and I will I promise #I've kind of figured them all out but it'll take a little while longer #but thank you to everyone who sent me a prompt they're all incredible #it means the world to me #kinnporche the series #vegaspete #fanfic writing #writers asks #writing prompt

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timetravellingshinigami · 1 year

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For anyone who likes a good alien romance with plot and smut👌👌 I

happily give some recommendations .

There's one which give me Miles Quaritch x reader/oc vibes 😏

Obviously if you love big blue aliens (Na'vi)

You gotta check out Ice Planet Barbarians by Ruby Dixon

You can also go on the tag #iceplanetbarbarians and you'll find memes and art. It's a big fandom for this series.

There's a spinofff series of this called CORSAIR Brothers

And the first book ADIRON

Has a hilarious hero who's goofy and a himbo. Personal favourite 👌

Next if you want aliens who are very Na'vi like in culture but also don't hesitate to use technology then this one is for you

The Ash Planet Warriors

It's a spin off of the series Garrison Earth.

There are three races here the Vetusian, Jal'zar i.e The Ash Planet Warriors and Humans. The humans and Jal'zar are invaded by the Vetusians.

My favourite book in the spin off is this

Enemies to loves, political marriage. Here's a summary

I won’t touch her. But I will torment her soul. While the other warlords mate with the daughters of our enemy, I want nothing to do with these political marriages. Fate calls me north, searching for what the shamans say will complete my soul.

Now in the Garrison Earth series the last book is very interesting.

It's the Miles Quaritch x reader/oc fanfics but in a book 👇👀👀

Claimed

I conquered her planet and pillaged her body. Now I’m back for her heart.

A decade ago, I brought war to Solgad, home of the Jal’zar. I sacked the planet and slaughtered the people, all to save my race from extinction. Until one of their female warriors hissed defiance, promising me death at her hands no matter how her body longed for mine.

Each night, she came to end me, only to succumb to the raw urges of her mating heat.Each night, I gave her hungry womb what it needed, the way we coupled neither safe nor sane.

I was the enemy she couldn’t kill.She was the female I couldn’t have.

Together, we unleashed chaos.

Many solar cycles after the occupation, I return to Solgad, searching the ashen plains for her: my soulmate. This time, I will claim the Jal’zar female as mine, and nobody will get in the way.

Not even myself.

If you can, do read the entire series first if you want to know a little back story of the male character.

Now on to a villian from a different series

Zorus from Redeeming Zorus by Laurann Dohner.

Here's an enthusiastic comment about the character

Zorus, You Evil Bigot, M*ther F@cking, Sadistic Bastard!!! I have HATED You for SOOO LONG. Now I have to read your Love Story!!! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Anyway here's what's he's all about: Zorus is a member of the Ruling Council that governs cyborgs. His orders are law and must be obeyed. But Zorus is a sick bastard. He hates humans with a passion, and has been an evil terror to all cyborg males that have attempted to take a human female as a mate. He has gone as far as ordering them to be killed under the pretense that they were Earth Government spies searching for cyborgs.

But in a way his intense hate is justified. It's like if a Na'vi wanted to kill all the humans and Avatars (even the good ones), and all the hybrid children, because of what the RDA has done in Pandora.

Obviously this book is part of a series.

I'm sorry this spiralled into Alien villains but here's the last one

The Fractured Mate

Comments on the book:

Halian was so damned evil in previous books, I couldn't possibly imagine how he could be redeemable. But DAMN if our author didn't come up with the absolute most genius, creative, plot twist of an explanation!

Again part of a series of many interesting alien characters. Best to read those so you get an idea of how bad Halian is.

Now three other good alien books (not a villain main character)

Heart's Prisoner by Olivia Riley

He's not like anything Lana has ever encountered.

Asset X: Massive, deadly, a little terrifying to say the least. A devilish warrior. And a killer. Captured on a hellish world after attacking a military campsite and now imprisoned in a state-of-the-art cell inside one of the military’s top bases--Lazris.

And Lana has been assigned to "study" him. To learn his secrets and gain his trust, if he is ever allowed to set foot out of his cell. As a top behaviorist, it is the biggest hurdle of her career.

Very alien looking hero and mostly from the FMC point of view so there's a whole lot of mystery around him and what he's thinking. When we talking alien this dude is very alien. Also, it's a slow burn. Definitely no attraction at first sight. Actually we're all terrified 😂

Next is Classified Planet: Turongal of The Darvel Exploratory Systems

Cottonwood by R.Lee. Smith

Have you seen District 9? If you haven't please do..one of the best Sci fi alien movies out there. Anyway this book has the same kind of aliens. And a sort of similar plot. It feels like a fanfiction if that movie but it's different from the book too. All the characters are well written and brilliant plot. If 'Hearts Prisoner ' hero is a 7 on the "how alien does he look?" scale, the aliens in this book are a 9.

Argurma Salvager #1 Broken Earth

☝️ Hero's features inspired by the Predator in Alien vs Predator movies.

Saving Askara #1 Saving Askara

This has :

First contact

Slow burn (almost all the books i mentioned are slow burn)

Learning the cultures (Ash Planet also is about learning a different culture.)

Anyway these are some of my favorites and the best sci-fi alien romance i love till date ❤️ obviously there'are many more that I've probably forgotten 😅

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teabutmakeitazure · 2 years

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Twisted but Tender - 2: Thawing the Ice

>Yan! Childe x Fem! Reader

a/n: fun fact this was actually the premise of a different fic but for some reason I made it a part 2 to this one. There's nothing explicitly yandere here though. I promise it gets better. It's just a bit odd at the start because of the feeble attempts at world building.

Warning: mentions of self-harm

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The coat he wears seems too thin for the weather. He's going to freeze to death someday with that. Whenever you go out, your face is barely visible in the thick layers while he just puts on one coat, a pair of gloves and just... leaves. You try your best not to scold him for that lest he mistakes it for you caring for him.

Just what is this guy made of?

"You're staring."

You snap back to reality, "Sorry."

"No no," a grin finds way onto his face, "keep going. I was waiting for you to come around."

"Despite your proudness in reading people like books, you don't understand me even half of the time."

"Well, communication is key in a relationship is it not? You don't talk to me much, so how can you expect me to know you so well."

Great, now this is turning into the everyday banter. A boring exchange that only leaves you in a foul mood. Insufferable, how characteristic of him. You opt to stay quiet, softly watching him get dressed from your seat at the edge of the bed. Thank goodness he had the decency to at least wear his shirt when he came in. It wasn't buttoned but at least he wasn't half naked.

"Just when I thought you'ld finally talk to me, you go quiet." He looks at your reflection in the mirror, frowning, and you look back. It's odd. That expression he has, it almost seems sad. No, he doesn't deserve your pity. He's far from normal, far from sane. There's no reason for you to feel bad for him. Stop feeling bad.

A sigh and he pats his disheveled hair down, "I didn't want to leave today. It's a pain to always have to go out and handle matters when I want to just stay home for a while. Nonetheless, my duties must be carried out and swiftly." He turns and saunters over to you, grabbing your attention and making you face him. "I hope you won't do anything while I'm gone. Please? I'ld rather not come home to see you trying something stupid."

"The most I'ld do is crack open a window to get some air in," you deadpan. He reaches up a hand and cups your cheek. Despite your efforts to not lean into it, you feel yourself wanting more. It almost makes you miss the soft look in his eyes. Needy, sure, but you're prideful too.

"Please don't hurt yourself this time."

Ah right, you slightly burned yourself with hot water last time. In all honesty, that was an embarrassing attempt at making tea. You ended up getting first degree burns and a strict questioning from him when he came back. It's a miracle he hasn't seen the new marks on your arms. Who knows what hell would break loose then.

And just like that, a wide grin is back onto his face. "Try not to miss me too much."

You thought he'ld be gone till late in the night but he came back in the late afternoon. Only a few hours of him being gone. Correction, only a few peaceful hours.

Now that he's back, he's staring you down like a hawk from a distance as you try your best to focus on a book you managed to bring from home. A bitter memory.

The silence of the living room and the ticking of the clock are the only thing your mind is registering as the background. Most of it is a blur as you try your best to focus. But those piercing blue eyes, goodness it feels as though you've been put under a spell. For the who knows what time, you ask yourself, just what is this guy made of?

A few minutes pass and he shifts his position to dangle his legs off the single seater couch. That gaze doesn't even falter when he does so. It's unnerving and you're fighting back the urge to either tell him to stop or get up and leave.

You chose the latter.

However, he follows behind you like a baby duckling with its mother, feet padding across the wooden floor. You have half a heart to send him a glare but you refrain.

With someone who craves excitement and action, it's best to be neutral.

When you seat yourself down in the study - if you can even call it that given he doesn't let you spend time there when he's home - he props himself onto a chair near the bookshelf. His staring resumes.

With a sigh, you look into your book again. That's when he speaks up, "You've been oddly quiet ever since I came back."

"Aren't I always quiet?"

"In a way but right now, it feels that something is off."

With those words, the half fresh marks on your arm start to throb and you swallow nervously. Luckily, you think of a counter, "Your stare. It's unnerving. Cut it out, please?"

His eyes widen but he switches back to a neutral expression, "I remember you telling me not to look at you with that look you hate but really? Can I just not admire you?"

"You're gawking at me. It's weird!"

"Oh," he smiles, "I suppose it's fine considering that we're married."

"That doesn't excuse the creepiness! It feels like you're trying to cut me open and disassemble me. Gives me the creeps."

"I'ld actually like that. Would be helpful in getting to know why you hate me so much."

"Had I hated you, I wouldn't even be conversing with you."

He gasps, "So you finally love me?"

"Goodness no! I'm trying to stay neutral, but you're making it very hard right now."

You can't even begin to fathom how he went to such a brash conclusion. Even worse, you can't believe you're stuck with him for the rest of your now surely miserable life.

The howling winds take some of your little to give attention and you have an idea. You look into his eyes and speak up. "Ajax, aren't you cold when you leave with just a thin coat on?"

He smiles lovingly at the use of his name, "It's lined with a little something that traps body heat really well so it's equivalent to three layers. Convenient because it doesn't hinder movement."

"Huh, sounds neat."

His smile doesn't falter. It stays the same, wide and loving. It makes you want to grab his face and just ask him what his deal is. Does he want you to suffer or to be happy with you? Did he, quite literally, take you away just to have someone to live with or was there something else? Something like the fear of losing something or someone to circumstance?

You are again at conflict with yourself. 'Do I hate him or not? He's loose in the head but is that even excusable? What do I do?'

As you internally debate, all the while squinting your eyes at him, he seems to have an idea. You don't even register him walking to you and kneeling down in front of you.

And you sure as hell don't register both his hands coming up to cup your entire face. It's the sensation that brings you back.

"W-what are you doing," you manage to breathe out with warm cheeks.

His cheeks flush and the tips of his ears redden as well, "Trying to figure out what's wrong."

"What do you mean? I was only trying to read a book. Your staring was too distracting."

He shakes his head and you eye the hair that bounces around his eyes. "I saw your arm when I woke up. Your sleeve was pulled up while you were sleeping."

No no no no no no no-

"What's going on?"

It's at this moment when you miss the times where he'ld threaten and isolate you. It's right to hate him for those actions but what about this? When did you give in? Why did you give in? The previous moment of surrendering was long gone, and you wanted to go back to not saying a word and scowling when he got too close. So why did you allow him to be so close? That too with his hands cradling your face like applying a little too much pressure would break you.

When did you get so weak?

All you can do is stare at him wide eyed. Just what do you say at a moment like this? 'Oh yeah, I just like to watch the fluid in my tissues rise to the surface of broken skin and the little dots of blood slowly form a constellation of pain.'

You stay silent.

His gaze, however, remains fixed. It's like he knows what his eyes do to you. They're a contrast to the cold world outside this house. An ocean, a warm one. That's what each of those blue eyes are. Sometimes they just love to drown you as you beg for air.

"I didn't think you'ld be this sick of me." He tuts, "And just when I thought we were finally getting better too."

You want to say something so bad but you won't in fear of revealing too much. He doesn't have to know this side of you, for it's none of his business. That excuse won't hold him back though. You do hope that your frantic heartbeat does do something to soften him and leave you alone. After all, you are his soft spot.

He keeps staring into your eyes like he's searching for something. A weakness perhaps? Something to exploit that would guarantee you answering him. It's his go-to plan, to find a way and use it to his advantage. That's what harbingers specialise in. Nevertheless, despite his mind games, he doesn't have the resolve to mentally toy with you too much. You're already like a little blooming flower in his eyes. One that's struggling to grow in this cold, merciless land and desperately needs the help of its lovely gardener to take care of it. To make sure it survives.

"Do you despise me? Or maybe," he half closes his eyes, "you hate me for what I did to you."

Sensing that there's a chance to divert the conversation, you reply, "I don't hate you for it. What I do hate, however, is the fact that I can understand your actions from a perspective. That still doesn't excuse it though."

"Well I'm glad to hear that there's still hope for you to like me again."

'I still do like you, you idiot.'

"I wouldn't recommend letting it get to your head." He chuckles, "I'ld never dream of it."

You scoff in return, and he lets go of his hands to hold yours in his. With his thumbs brushing over yours, you can feel your internal 'issues' coming to rest. It's serene, short-lived.

"What do I have to do to get you to talk to me?" His question was a whisper, and his voice almost sounded desperate. It makes your heart ache that someone usually so strong and carefree is desperate for an answer just because of you.

Against your better judgement, you speak with the same exhaustion as the time you first hugged him. "I'll talk to you but please," there's heavy desperation in your voice, "promise to love me."

"I already do."

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #childe x reader #yandere childe #yandere childe x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere x reader #yandere tartaglia #yandere tartaglia x reader #yandere ajax #twistedbuttender

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megamindsecretlair · 6 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

I was tagged by the lovely @umber-cinders, TY

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

None. I just made an A03 a few weeks ago and it will take a long time for my brain to figure out how to put my stuff on there LOL. On Tumblr, jeez, let me see. I have 35? So far. I counted my two series as 2.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

Oh lordt, let me see. On Tumblr, I have...roughly 168,964 words across all my fics. YIKES. And I can't even write in my books LOL

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Marvel, They Cloned Tyrone, Snowfall, and Scream.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Sprung - Tyrone

Stay With Me - Tyrone

Sunday - Tyrone

Run it Back - Tyrone

Pray For Me - Franklin

Gonna link my masterlist because why not: Megamind's Secret Files

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

Yes! I love getting comments. I want people to know I appreciate them taking the time to read and comment. I love discussing my writing.

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

Probably Through the Fire. It was such a sad ending! It had to be done! Someone said "What kind of sane person would write an ending so sad???" Literally made my day as a writer.

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

Most of them got happy endings LOL. But the one that ended the sweetest, hm, probably...Sunday?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope. I be in my own little corner of the innanet and all my comments and reblogs have been positive! It might change with my Kang fic and I'm okay with that. Block button is my bestie.

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

YES! A thousand times yes. So far, they've all been one shot smut fics that resolves itself. I have some pt 2's coming, but I'm so behind on Tyrone asks. I'm sorry!!!! I will get to them, promise.

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

Never did a crossover. My fandoms are all over the place and the only one to use for crossovers is Marvel and I'm not that confident yet. I don't hate on folks who do, but not the type of fics I be reading.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of and I hope it never does. That's so heartless and unnecessary. Everyone can write. You don't need to steal.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. That would be a huge compliment though!

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

Nah. But I'm constantly flinging my fic ideas at friends and they share with me. I love it.

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

I'm so not a person that ships, it's terrible. Canon relationships bore me to tears or I know that the writers are gonna do some fuck shit to break them up, so why bother? However, I'm obsessed with Attoye and Janine and Gregory from Abbott Elementary.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Believe it or not, I write fics in the moment and release them in the wild before I have a chance to go back and change everything. I only plot my series. And I plan to finish both series! I've been trying to think of what other series I can do.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I write dialogue pretty well. I'm able to write things in character and pay attention to their characteristics.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Do we have all day? LOL. Nah, I think scene descriptions are still my biggest weakness. I always put them in a white room and it's hard picturing it well enough to write it down. I'm trying to work on it!

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

I haven't done it. Only because Google translate only takes you so far and it doesn't take nuance into account. And I appreciate when there's translations after the fic. It's hard to copy on mobile and put it into Translate to figure out what was said.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I just started fic writing this year. LOL. I used to say I missed a crucial part of writing culture as a teen. But it was a Marvel Loki fic.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I can't choose between my babies! But it would probably be my Loki series. One of the chapters I finished, I was like??? Okay, you fuckin' ate that. I felt so proud of myself as a writer, that self-satisfaction is what I'm writing for.

No pressure tags: @soft-persephone @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @mybonafidefeelings @notapradagurl7 @sweet-potatah-pie @saturn-rings-writes @c-nstantine

#Megaminds tag game #tag game #Tumblr tag game #join in #so fun

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thelioncourts · 1 year

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Okay, you seem to have thoughts on RPF that I would like to hear more about. It's been a big convo in the fandom lately.

Ah, anon, it's like you want me to get dragged through the coals in this ""new"" fandom.

I feel like I need to preface this with several things. The first thing is that, while I am not necessarily old (though I am feeling tremendously ancient, but that's neither here nor there), I am a fandom old in many ways. I have been involved in fandom for going on twenty years now. The second thing, a sad thing I have to specify before I continue, is ofc I do not, nor does any sane person, condone the harassment of real people over a ship. But that second thing is related to the first thing and that's something I can dive into as I continue -- though I do promise not to make this ungodly long in my rambling.

Fandom has been around for -- forever. One of my favorite things I learned in some of my college classes was about Pamela by Samuel Richardson and how it was such a popular novel, arguably one of the earliest English novels ever published, that people had tea sets with scenes painted on the cups and the pot or how women had fans with lines from the novel on them. A fandom. But fandom as we know it has been around forever too. Protesting the death of Sherlock Holmes in the streets of London, science fiction conventions in the 1930s, and, in terms of today's fandom, the 1970s and Star Trek and The Man from UNCLE tv series, etc. It's been there and it's been growing and growing as the Internet has made everything more accessible.

When I first got into fandom, around the age of 8, courtesy of an older cousin who wrote fanfiction and introduced it to me, I was way too young to be in fandom space. But I was there and I can't go back and change that. And what I will say is that being in fandom at that young of an age and growing up permanently within fandom spaces, as I've never left, has taught me quite a lot and I have seen fandom change in a lot of ways, and not for the better, in my time.

Old-school fandom had some really great policies that I see people trying to bring back. Things like squicks and notps and just all of these old little terms that used to be second-nature and have been somewhat forgotten are maybe coming back because they need to. One of my favorite old-school fandom policies is 'don't like, don't read.' I hope that one comes back ASAP.

Where I'm trying to go with all of this is here: fandom has existed long before most of us were alive. The existence of RPF fandom and fanfiction has existed since long before most of us were alive.

We can get into the morality debate of RPF all we want, but I promise every debate about it has already happened, been done, and people have taken their sides on it.

There are, of course, extreme sides on RPF. But there are extreme sides of regular fanfiction too. I've seen fandoms threaten writers and producers of shows because their ship didn't go canon. I've seen fandoms harass actors that don't agree with fandom-based headcanons of characters or started campaigns to make their fanfiction dreams come true.

Everything is fine if it is kept where fandom is supposed to be -- in fandom spaces. AO3 has a fantastic tagging system for things so you can avoid what you don't want to see and can find what you want, and if someone is tagging things incorrectly, you can politely do what you can to correct them and/or report it to AO3 for being incorrect. Like this is all possible, it's one of the many wonderful things of newer fandom (okay, AO3 is the best thing that ever happened to newer fandom, I cannot imagine life without it).

What kills me is there seems to be some kind of misunderstanding on what shipping is compared to what tinhatting is and compared to what blatant harassment is. Those three things are all distinctly different. And this very much seems to be a new-to-fandom issue. Like -- babies getting involved in fandom for the first time, or in the time of post-COVID Internet.

I'm dreading multiple things from RPF, and none of it is actually RPF (and we all know what fandom I'm talking about rn). The first thing is the harassment of people that do write RPF; like I'm expecting full on death threats at the rate I'm seeing things right now. The second thing is that people are freaking out so much about it, and making so many callout posts about it, that they're going to actually bring attention to it where the one singular RPF fic I've seen in the fandom was just quietly posted and not discussed in detail, the author just went on minding their business, as we all should.

Anyway. This is rambly and no doubt somewhat incoherent, but it's where I am. I'm too old for this kind of debate, again, and I really just want everyone to stay in their little corners and enjoy fandom where it makes them happy.

#long post for ts #i don't want to tag this honestly so

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actualbird · 2 years

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Now I really am back to reading your fics like a morning newspaper dgkdkg at this rate I should come up with a name for this fanfic paper....

Super Attorney dfjzhf is it Ace Attorney but a TV show? Honestly good taste mc.

Man, I really feel the not apologising thing. I mean, I apologise to friends and acquaintances of course but it's a family thing? I guess? I'm pretty sure this is a kind of common thing too. I'd probably have the same reaction as Giann if someone from my family actually apologised.

I love how Giann's first reaction when someone finds out something he doesn't want to is think Luke told them dgidig Luke will forever be thought of as a snitch now.

Giann nearly falling on his broken leg trying to see Neil right after admitting he hasn't been focusing on recovery is hilarious chkck he just went from not focusing to nearly actively fucking it up by accident poor Marius. First him leaving the room and going to the rooftop and now this.

NEIL XGJXGJCKG I CAN'T BELIEVE HE TRIED TO FAKE AMNESIA

Congratulations Neil you get to do shovel talks now! Start with Marius, he's right there and also it's his turn to get one now.

Looking at the end notes: Marbles von Hagen.....he'd be that marble that rolls away everytime you take them out of their bag or something. What troubles will he get into as a sphere....

And with that, that's the final chapter of this fic and my thoughts on it! As always, excellent chapter! This fic ended perfectly, and I'm definitely going to revisit it from time to time. Particularly when canon Giann and Neil come out, gotta see how similar they are to this fic. Thank you for writing this!!! It was a joy to read and I adored it so, so much.

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waaaaahh, gmorning milkyway!! i hope u enjoyed today's morning paper written by zak who isnt telling you the news and is just making fic where characters get all emo and stuff, HAHA

JHSVKFJHSDK super attorney is a show mentioned in Artem SR Focus Fire. in terms of content, all we know is that it's a legal drama. but the Big Data Lab entry has this hilarious detail "It is supposedly inspired by real cases, but a certain anonymous critic has criticized the series as being overly dramatic and not reflective of reality." oh artem....KJHVFJAHSFJ

hoo boy yea the not apologizing thing was deffo inspired as a family thing. ive got 3 siblings and i love them very much and i'd consider all of us very close. but when any of us fight, we rarely apologize with like, the actual words. when it does happen tho, that when the situation is like Big

if im ranking the new team in terms of first impressions: luke honestly landed in last place due to sheer strangeness, giving giann a heartattack, and also snitching JHVSKJHDFKSDJ sorry dude

vjhKJHVKJH P MUCH, i just think itd be funny if giann didnt have a braincell sometimes, especially when it comes to people he cares about. it be like...

marius: i need u to recover so i can feel a bit more sane giann: okay i promise to focus on that :( //proceeds to nearly re-break his leg

neil wants to cause CHAOS. i assume part of why artem's deadpan expression these days is so good is because neil hume was his mentor and neil was a rascal

NEIL'S TURN TO SPEEDRUN!!! artem arrives at the room and neil is like "YOU OVERACHIEVER??? GO BIG OR GO HOME, HUH???" and artem is so confused

hjhJKHVKJHVKJ SPHERICAL NUISANCE!!! i figure thatd be austin and giann's rationale later on, but it did mostly start out from like "marius" -> "mar/marmar" -> "marbles"

when i pitched this hc on my priv twt, someone suggested "marmite" as a nickname and i lost my mind JHSJHFSKJDHF

thank YOU so so much for this lovely comment, milkyway :((( and for reading every chapter and commenting on each one, pls, every single one always made my morning and just made me rlly happy 🥺

now that this fic is over, it is time for me to look upon my horrid gdrive folder and see what ridiculous feels i will inflict upon you all next :DDD

#milkyway!anon #asks #i may use marbles for another fic so it can see the light of day in a fully written scene HAHA #commints #OH RIGHT I GOTTA UPDATE THE MASTERLISTS.....after i get back from the dentist i gotta run for an appointment jhfjsd

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kaleb-is-definitely-sane · 5 months

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Okay sane kaleb I've seen that post of yours that mentioned you're not coming back until August and since I am def not sane I have an idea on about how to use this profile of yours until you come back.

There is a high chance you won't read this ask of mine as there'll probably be a pile of other notifs and stuff but on the small chance of you stumbling upon this just know that there exists a nutjob of a person somewhere around this planet that has this inane urge to express herself but — a) gets intimidated once a connection starts to form b) finds a cool person and blows the chance to connect because her mind gets all muddy and starts blabbering nonsense. and it's not cute nonsense like in books and movies. it's just stupid nonsense not even me cares about

But I like the idea of expressing myself to a person who may or may not bother with these asks and even if they do they may or may not be super judy about my life (or lack of thereof). Whatever. I just need to let it out without other person's input or judgment. Just think of these as anonymous letters with no return address.

I mean, I could journal but I'm too lazy to pick up my dairy and pen but they'll be just for me and I like the idea of knowing that someone is reading these. Or not. Likely not. But the thought itself is kinda therapeutic. Like talking to therapist. They're supposed to be all unconditionally supporting or whatever right??

And to distinguish myself from other anonymous asks (I don't think there'll be that many but on the off chance there are) I'll be signing off as kitty, as in katherine song covey from 'xo, kitty'. I like that name. And you should watch that series it's soo good, if you haven't already. But before that, you should watch to all the boys series which is set in the same world but it's about Kitty's older sister Lara Jean. Again, if you haven't already.

Signing off, kitty

My Dearest Kitty Anon (which i now confess to thinking of as your first amd surname 🤭),

I am earnestly grateful to be the receiver of all your “nonsense” (tho i believe that nonsense has a certain elegance to it). And i’m more than willing to admit that i too get very shy in front of cooler people (so you know… like most other people 😂).

i promise to read and respond to your asks with as little judgement as possible or is otherwise merited. Ugh, i agree. I’ve tried to keep a diary but i just ended up failing. Tumblr is my diary. It is the sanctuary of my mind, heart and soul.

That’s really clever! I’ll be sure to watch both of those when i get the chance.

With utmost love and curiosity,

-Kaleb

#kitty anon

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codename-adler · 3 years

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Hey! Hi, so I have seen that you ship Kevin and Aaron very much. Now, I read your 9th part of the foxes + onesies series and well now I'm craving more Kevaaron. I love them so much, but I have the hardest time finding good fics for them. So could you recommend me some of your favorite Kevaaron fics? (you can give however many you want, but no more than 10, cause I know you are going to give good recs and if I start reading one, I won't be able to stop until I finish all of them.)

Well hi!!!

I read (and publish) all my fics on ao3, so I hope this won’t be a problem! Also, most of these Kevaaron fics, if I remember well without the tags, are rated Mature or Explicit, so I’ll try to diverse my recs a bit but if these are too much for you (or any of you) please don’t hesitate to ask again for more sfw/G-rated fics, and I shall answer your call! And, I’ll only suggest completed fics, because I’d hate to leave you hanging.

The only fic I will recommend that is not on ao3 is the first one.

Kevaaron Fic Recs

Twilight & Daytime - @ukamushu_the_bibliophile on Instagram

This. This fic. I have followed the chapters since day one. It is now complete. What was even better than this fic is the friendship I’ve been blessed to form with its writer, Kammy. She is an amazing woman and a wonderful writer who gave each character of our beloved series a new and unique twist, and much more depth. Kevin and Aaron are lucky to have her writing them, and we are lucky to have her for reading her sweet, heartfelt and honest story. This fic is an emotional journey, but a welcomed one. I urge you all to read her story and encourage her and show her some love!

(44 parts, completed, TW at the beginning of each posted chapter)

* Summary to be added once I get it from Kammy *

coming loose - dhedy on ao3

I mean... I think we all started there...

(13 chapters, 26,300 words, completed, G)

“ “What are you doing?” Aaron heard the door shut and closed his eyes. Even his eyelids were sticky. “It’s hot,” he said, the effort of peeling the words from his lips lingering in the form of sweat dripping down his face. “I was asking Andrew.” From somewhere near his feet, Andrew said, “It’s extremely hot.” - it's hot, and the twins are disgruntled, and aaron can't stop hoping for things he can't have. “

twin high maintenance machines - thisnightsrevels on ao3

This is slowburn af but god is it good.

(1 chapter, 17,500 words, completed, G)

“ Healing was never going to be easy, but maybe together they could find a way

Kevin and Aaron have grown sick of living under Andrews thumb, and slowly they're coming to realise that there are better things to live for beyond the bottle he shoves in their hand. “

The Thing About Andrew - aristotlethecat on ao3

This shit gets heavy but... so worth it.

(11 chapters, 10,300 words, completed, M + TW + Explicit)

“ Kevin is ignoring Andrew after canon events because of the choking thing and he finds solace in late night talks with the more sane of the two twins who has also suffered at his brother's hands. “

all of the things (that i’m not) - vertigo on ao3

Oh boy, this? This is a heartwrenching AU, slowburn-y and angsty and. ugh.

(5 chapters, 47,500 words, completed, M + TW + Explicit)

“ It took three swats of his racquet (heavy, short in length, shallow net depth, one parallel red mark on the middle of the body) to break Kevin's hand and spirit. “

or; Kevin never really heals from his hand injury, never goes to PSU, moves to Cleveland to co-coach its Exy team that just happens to have Aaron as one of its backliner...

Honey, You’re Familiar - OfficialStarsandGutters on ao3

I don’t have words for this. A comfort fic of mine for sure.

(1 chapter, 18,300 words, completed, M + TW + Explicit)

“ Kevin is so warm, and solid, and bright. He is Enjolras, Achilles; the blazing hero, self righteous and certain, and Aaron is just a lost companion stumbling in his wake, grateful to be in his presence.

When the fuck did he become a Kevin Day fanboy? Because fuck that. “

I Wanna Make You Move - sheerpoetry on ao3

It’s NOT just smut, okay? It’s not. There are feelings.

(6 chapters, 9,600 words, completed, M + TW + Explicit)

“ Kevin is drunk. Aaron is drunk. Andrew is oblivious.

(Kevin hits the dance floor after hitting the bottle. He finds Aaron, who actually doesn't mind his company.)

[Then neither of them wants to let it go and it's a journey for everyone.] “

Only Fools - Moth2Flame on ao3

Oh this is dark. But it gets better. Promise.

(1 chapter, 12,400 words, completed, M + TW + Explicit)

“ Aaron was just going along, minding his own business, content in his life and then... feelings.

Unwanted ones. Bad ones. Ones he shouldn't be having and ones he definitely shouldn't be having about Kevin fucking Day.

The thing is, Aaron's not particulary good when it comes to feelings.

In fact, he could almost give Andrew a run for his money when it comes to being self-destructive in his stubborn determination to deny them

Set post-canon, and AKA: Aaron is an angry prickly cactus and Kevin just wants to hug him (but with angst) “

(don’t matter what) people say - psychOmidget (cominupforair) on ao3

We all need therapy, especially Kevin and Aaron.

( 1 chapter, 8,000 words, completed, M + TW)

“ Aaron knew he was bi.

He had long come to terms with it, but he believed that he could pretend he was straight as long as he kept dating girls.

But then Kevin happened. That’s where Aaron’s carefully constructed world really started crumbling. With him and Kevin kissing on his bed, legs tangled and hands roaming each other’s bodies. “

And so I’ll stop there, even if I got more suggestions... You know where to find me if your life lacks some Kevaaron again!

#kevaaron #kevaaron fics #fic recs #kevin day #aaron minyard #aftg #all for the game #exy #psu foxes #the foxes

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Apocalyptic Love: Chapter 12: The Panthers

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"THE PANTHERS!" a loud chorus cried out, each brother, minus Donatello, struck with shock and slight fear. Raph wrapped an arm around Donnie's shoulders, pulling him in closer to his chest as he hounded the poor teen, "Donnie are you insane! The Panthers are one of the roughest gangs in New York, and you made a deal with them!" he screamed out, anger rising.

Donnie pulled away from his older brother, struggling to move under his harsh grip. The genius frowned at his family, offended they think so little of his competence, "I didn't make a deal with them, Raph, I simply taught them how to hack into the Foot's computers. There's a difference." he pointed out, accurately. Leo stepped forward, his eyes glaring at Donatello but he knew there was nothing that they could do now, what was done was done.

"Donnie, are you sure about this? I know you said The Panthers have been helping the people, but-"

"I wouldn't have helped them if I didn't think so, Leo. They're good guys, well, good enough." Donnie muttered the last part, but the leader heard it, shaking his head with a raised brow, "You're really filling me with confidence Don."

"No, no, I promise. Look, I'll find their hideout and then we can go talk to them ourselves." Donnie brought your laptop onto his lap and typed away, typed what? You had no clue, you were never that great with technology to begin with. "Won't they, y'know, freak out when they see you guys? No offence, it's just, Karai's mutants haven't really given the whole mutant brand a good name." you asked, cautious as to who you were talking to.

Each brother stared at you, a whirlwind of emotions shown on their faces. While Leo and Donnie looked convinced and acknowledged the problem, Raph looked angered and Mikey looked upset. But you had a point, after the Foot-branded mutants that had been roaming the streets in recent days, no one with a sane mind would want to talk to ninja turtles. Leo looked to Donnie, their conversation wordless, their eyes their own language.

Donnie's eyes bounced over to you, Leo shook his head, his eyes squinting at the tall terrapin. But the silent debate continued, leaving the rest of you in the room to look on in confusion, "What're they doing?" you asked Mikey, following along like a tennis match. Mikey shrugged his shoulders, enamoured just like you, "Not sure dude/ette, maybe they're reading each other's minds?"

"Alright, that's it!" Raph broke the tense atmosphere that surrounded your living room, he stood between the staring match and looked to their leader with a pouted face, "Enough of your stupid starin' match, how the hell are we goin' to get The Panthers to talk to us?"

"Well, there is one way." Donnie prompted, looking away from Leo and over to you. Leo shook his head again, arms waving in the air in frustration, "No absolutely not. We're not risking (Y/N)'s safety over a what if, Donnie. Not while I'm the leader."

"Well, maybe you shouldn't be the leader?" Donnie argued back, glaring at his brother. "Not this again," Mikey shook his head, eyes creased shut out of boredom, "Can't you guys do this another time?" he dragged out. Leo and Donnie refused to make eye contact with one another, the room turning silent again, the fast-paced taps from Donatello typing was the only sound loud enough to hear.

"Aha! I found it!" Donnie exclaimed after a few minutes of stillness, you all crowded around him watching as he pointed to a small garage-like building on a map. "That's their hangout, I'm certain of it."

"Okay team, we head out at night, survey the area and talk to their leader." Leo devised, flicking his head to the window to take in the sun, it was around noonish, it wouldn't be long now until dark fell. Leo felt a tug on his arm, turning he looked down towards you with your lips formed in a pout, "I suppose I'm coming with you too, you know, human relations and all that."

"No, it's too dangerous, you've already done so much for us, I couldn't ask you to do this as well." Leo walked away, slowly shuffling into the kitchen to avoid the upcoming conversation. You followed after him with a swiftness to your steps, pulling him to face you as you backed him into the counters of the kitchen. "Listen blue, you can't tell me to not do something when you obviously need help. How are you going to talk to The Panthers' leader, huh? Robot? Letter? No, you're going to need my help."

You poked a pointed finger against his plastron, suddenly feeling like your old self again, no longer shy around the mutants. Your expression was hard, brows furrowed and cheeks rosy, "We're friends now whether you think so or not, and as your friend, I want to help you any way I can. Got it?"

Leo never knew you could be scary, your weirdly calming presence juxtaposed by your harsh glare and stone-cold words; it was alluring, to say the least. Leo's eyes roamed your face, took in your stance, the small gap between you both. It reminded him of when you had first met, the way he talked to you, the small threat he delivered. How the tables had turned.

He nodded weakly, shaking his head 'yes' rapidly. Why was he scared of you? He wasn't sure, Leo had fought much tougher, greater threats, but for some reason, you scared him to his very core. A 19-year-old turtle, a trained ninja, a master someday, and here he was cowering to a human. "Got it," he squeaked out, breathing in pants when you stepped away with a warm smile, "Good, see you later." you left the kitchen with a sway of your hips, tempting his mind further. There really is no stopping you he thought to himself, his tight grip on the counters finally relinquishing.

Night had approached quicker than anyone had realised, the boys had crowded their weapons together and neared the rickety fire escape outside of your living room. Raph, Donnie and Mikey jumped up and climbed the stairs, swiftly moving to the rooftops and waiting for their leader for further commands. Leo stood beside you, the moon casting his face in a pale light, highlighting the deep cut across his left eye from their previous fight with the Foot.

He side-eyed you, looking your form up and down. In the time it took for it to become dark you had been preparing yourself for this mission, changing into something a little more adept for a fight if there were to be any. Your hair was away from your face, small strands waving against your skin in the soft breeze of night. "You stay beside me, got it?" his deep voice rung out, startling you for a second, but you nodded your head graciously taking his hand when he offered it to you.

You allowed him to pull you from the window, tugging you along the stairs to the rooftop. You trailed behind him like a lost dog, a warm blush circling your cheeks when you stared down at your conjoined hands. "Finally, what took you guys so long?" Raph huffed out, one foot against the raised roof. Leo rolled his eyes, "Nah bro, they were kissin' or somethin'!" Mikey teased, laughing uncontrollably. You and Leo gawked at each other, faces going pure red with the insinuation, "Wh-wha- we weren't doing that!" Leo spluttered out, he so badly wanted to curl up into his shell and die.

"Then why are you holding hands?" Donnie questioned, a teasing smile of his own across his lips. At the mere mention of your interlocked hands, you both released, your palm banging against your thigh as your breaths came out in short spurts. "Knock it off you guys, we're here for a mission, remember?" you forced out, using all your willpower to remain calm and collected. "Yeah, I agree with (Y/N), let's get a move on," Leo commanded, his embarrassed manner seemingly washed away with the thought of leading the team.

He turned his shell to face you, looking back when you didn't do anything. You sent him a quizzical look, obviously, you weren't a mind reader, Leo sighed then nodded his head to his shoulder, implying that he wanted you to get on. "Oooh~" you moaned out, finally understanding his silent demand. Getting onto his shell with slight difficulty, he whispered a small "Hold on," then leapt from the rooftops.

"Of course he would agree with them," Raph sighed, but followed after, Mikey and Donnie doing the same.

The city passed by in a blur, most of the buildings were either crumbled or abandoned, lights blinking irregularly if some buildings were lucky to have power. The centre of New York was the worst hit and the most patrolled, hence why you were avoiding that area and instead taking the long approach to get to your destination. You felt sorry for Leo, having to carry you around not once but twice now, you could feel his laboured breaths as he ran and jumped. Ducking occasionally under a low railing or flinging himself from one building to the next.

Your nails dug into his skin, silent apologies running past your mouth every time you gave your hands a little squeeze. But you eventually made it across the street from the Mechanics warehouse, the building was covered in graffiti, symbols of The Panthers and words you wouldn't repeat in front of Mikey. The lights were on inside meaning they were definitely home, you still had no idea how the Foot hadn't already stormed the building.

"What's the plan, dude?" Mikey asked, his voice a hushed whisper. Leo surveyed the scene, noting the members of The Panthers walking around the outskirts of the building. "We'll have to go in through the roof, we don't need to alert all these men, we only want to talk with their leader."

"Awww, and I was so looking forward to bashing some heads tonight." Raph groaned, arms folded over his chest in a pout. Donnie patted him on the back, cautious to use his nonrobotic arm, "Don't worry Raph, I'm sure something will happen and cause a big fight."

"Dude," you groaned, glaring at Donnie from Leo's shell. Donnie shrugged his shoulders, eyes closing nonchalantly, "What? I'm being logical here."

Moving to the rooftop of the garage, you finally hopped down from Leo's shell and thanked him quietly, you didn't want to cause more teasing from his brothers. You all split up and searched around the roof, luckily you had found a small opening, free for crawling into. You, Leo and Donnie quickly went in, braced on your hands and knees, Mikey followed next groaning at the smell.

"Ugh, you sure there wasn't another way in?" Raph moaned out, sick of staring directly at Mikey's butt the entire time. Mikey poked his head around his shoulders, an evil smirk on his lips, "What, not enjoying the view back there?" he laughed out, wiggly his toosh at his brother obnoxiously. "Shhh," Leo threatened, glaring at the two, his eyes are pure white. You had never seen him do that before, but whatever it was sent shivers down your spine, there was something just so...menacing about it.

Like that was no longer the Leo you knew, he had been replaced with...a fighter, a warrior, a ninja. You had managed your way out of the cramped vent space and wandered onto a platform held high above the ground floor of the garage. Overlooking a majority of the members of The Panthers, unaware that you were even here in the first place.

From what you could see, most of them were split into different groups with no physical separation, each performing or demonstrating a different activity. A group of guys crowed around a small wooden box, a man and a woman arm wrestling on top of it, the crowd erupted into cheers when the woman slammed down the man's hand. She stood from the crate and threw her hands in the air, the crowd explodes again with cheers and teasing comments.

Another group stood around a whiteboard, discussing plans and tactics with red markers, you couldn't make out what they had written from this distance. In the far corner sat a mass of tables, each full to the brim with Panthers eating, laughing, talking. Beside them were a few mats and a weapons rack, two members currently punching and kicking each other in a mock fight, but the swings felt very real.

"C'mon, we need to find the leader," Leo instructs, crouched down to the ground and shuffling along the floor not wanting to be spotted. You all followed after the leader, you bumped your head when he came to a very sudden stop, "Hey, a little warning next time." you mused, rubbing the top of your forehead. Leo rolled his eyes but pointed a green finger towards an office, a man was sat behind a desk with a phone pressed against his ear, a tight black suit wrapped around his body. The whole room was practically one big window with a tiny wooden door fitted into it.

"I'm going in," you gruffed out, spotting a staircase a few steps away from you. Before you could leave the turtles behind and complete the mission, a firm hand gripped your arm and brought you back to the group. Staring at the green muscle you caught Leo's eyes, "Be careful." his tone wistful, "Of course," you promised, freeing yourself from his grip and dashing off until they could no longer see you.

Seconds later the boys see you tread towards the main office, hear the wrasp of your knuckles against the splintering door, feel your anxiety as you walk into the room. Leo watched with beaded eyes, waiting for any hostile movements so he could quickly swoop in to save you.

You advanced towards the desk, the man staring at you with an unamused frown, he clicked on the phone and pulled it away from his ear, placing it screen-side down.

"Asil Price I presume?" you questioned, surprised by how calm your voice sounded. The man in the chair nodded, hands clasped together, chin braced on top of them, "Random person, why do you come and bother me? I know you're not from here, it must have been a long walk, hayir?" his thick Turkish accent rung loud and proud in the air, unfazed by your sudden appearance at all.

You already hated this guy, your body froze, sweat beginning to form at the base of your hairline. "I- how did you know that?" you fell into his trap, "You are not a part of The Panthers, your arms are too scrawny, noodles."

"Then why do you continue to talk to me, now that you know I'm not one of your own." you huffed out, staying brave for the sake of it. You knew this guy could easily kill you, you'd put up one hell of a fight but even you wouldn't last very long. "You got past my men, undetected even, it is quite impressive. So impressive, in fact, that I refuse to believe you did it alone." he stood from his chair, hands now balled into fists, "I-I didn't come here with anyone, just my courage."

"And where is that courage now? All I see is a coward, alone, begging for someone to save them." he crept forward, your body impulsively taking steps back, doing everything in your power to keep some distance between you both; you only hoped the turtles would soon come to help you.

- Meanwhile -

"What're they saying?" Mikey questioned, his plastron pushed against the cold concrete floor, hands perched under his chin and legs kicking up in the air. "Would you shut it, Mikey? I can't hear over ya constant blabberin'." Raph huffed his back slouched against the wall, arms folded across his chest. "Would you both be quiet? I'm trying to lip-read!" Donnie moaned, eyes purely focused on the two people in the office, but with all this constant chatter he was beginning to lose concentration.

"Ooohh, Donnie told you Raphie boy!" Mikey teased, turning his head enough so he could stick his tongue out at his brother. Raph lurched forward, pinching the tip of Mikey's tongue, "What did I tell ya about calling me that?"

"Guys, quit it! Look something's happening, be on alert." Leo spouted, turning his attention back onto you. Your body had shrunken in on itself, it worried him, what was going on? What was that guy saying to you?

An unconscious sigh left his lips, eyes full of worry. His brothers turned to him with a raised brow and quirked smile, "What?" Leo asked, head tilting in confusion. "C'mooooon, bro, when are you gonna admit you like them?" Mikey taunted out.

"Wh-who? (Y/N)? I- I don't like (Y/N) like that, they're just a friend. Besides, we've only known them for a few days." Leo stuttered out, wiping a palm against his sweaty forehead. Raph punched Leo in the arm, his form unmoving, "Give it a rest, fearless, we're ya brothers! We know when you're crushin' on someone. Ya eyes turn into love hearts!" Raph roared out in laughter.

"I- I don't get heart eyes, and I'm not crushing on anyone!" Leo defended, but it fell on death ears, "I get why you guys used to do this to me, it's pretty fun!" Donnie pipped in, throwing a hand against his head as he rolled back laughing.

A loud bang disrupts their fit of laughter, they all quickly turn their gaze to the office and see the boss of The Panthers charging towards you. With a swiftness only they could possess they emerged from the shadows to protect you.

- Back in the office -

As Asil came running towards you, your fists braced themselves for a fight, but it never came. Asil paused, his attention drawn to the shuriken in the wall, he changed from an offence position, his shoulders slumping back, he was calm and relaxed. Readjusting his shirt sleeves, he turned to the window and caught the four pairs of white eyes staring back at him.

"Come out, the game is over." he whistled out, turning his back to the shadows and moving to sit behind his desk again. The brothers formed a circle around you, protecting you like the defenceless flower that you were. You were a little disappointed that you couldn't stick up for yourself, sure you've taken down some Footbots but at least then you had a weapon, you're practically useless with your bare fists.

"Now that everyone is here, let's talk." Asil prompted, splaying his hands on the table and waiting for someone to speak. Leo stepped forward, katana blades held high, eyes white, "You knew we were here, how?" he demanded, it wasn't a question, the teen wanted answers and he wanted them now,

"Simple, I knew the little (lady/boy) didn't come here alone, especially undetected; it only made sense they brought company. Now that you're here, we can get to business, evet?" Asil looked smug, but he didn't just look smug he was smug, smug bastard.

"We want your help." Donnie threw out, stepping away from the group to approach the desk, his brothers watching his every move. "My help? And what could you possibly need The Panthers for?" Asil probed, relaxing back into the leather chair. Donnie looked in his eyes for a moment, debating on actually trusting him or not, but they had come all this way and there was no one else who could help.

"The Foot, we want to take them down but we're not strong enough on our own. We thought if we had the gangs of New York come together we could take the Foot down and restore New York back to what it originally was."

Asil admired the turtles he really did, but why in hell would he want New York to return to its former self, he owned half of the streets right now and he knew for a fact he wouldn't if New York returned. "And why would I? My business is thriving from this whole Foot empire, what would you offer me for my loyalty, turtles?"

Donnie looked back to his brothers, Leo motioned for Donnie to pull away, they'll regroup and come up with a new plan. But Donnie had other ideas, this had to work, he was the guy that had the bright ideas and he was most of the time never wrong!

"Look, Asil was it? I know for a fact that this little business of yours isn't thriving, you're nearly out of business and the only reason you haven't been shut down yet is because the Foot can't be bothered to keep law and order. I've seen every single file you've ever made on that computer and I've got plenty of dirt on you and all your members, one wrong phone call to the Foot and it could all be over for you. So do we have a deal or what?"

His brothers had never seen Donnie so unhinged like that before, sure he got angry but never like that. You were so in awe and shock that you didn't even notice your mouth hanging open wide enough to catch flies. Asil stood from his desk, he stuck his hand out and waited for the now confused turtle in front of him to shake it.

Donnie did as told, he grasped Asil's hand in a firm grip and shook hard, his eyes flickered from their interlocked hands to his beady eyes, "It is a deal, you have The Panthers' loyalty, turtle brothers."

You all did a slight cheer, finally, something was going your way. "Your skills, tall turtle, I have seen them before." Asil probed, moving to sit back down in his leather chair. Donnie rolled his shoulders, releasing the pent up stress from the previous conversation, "Yeah, well I helped your gang out a while back."

"You were the hacker that told us the Foot's encryption codes, Bosticksrcool12! Aha! My boy, you helped us take down their entire network for some families to cross the border! Thank you!" Asil jumped up, a pointed-ringed finger aimed at Donnie.

"Really? Bosticksrcool12?" Raph mused, face held with a permanent smirk. Donnie turned away from Raph with a shrug, "What? They are." he maintained. Leo approached Asil, still cautious around the man, "Do you know anything about the rebels, where their hideout could be?"

Asil frowned, shaking his head he replied, "I know of the rebels but sadly, I do not know where their base is located. Although I may know some people who do, they know everyone in the city. They've worked with everyone from the Foot to The Tanaka clan, so if anyone in this city knows the rebel's location it will be them." Asil went to his computer, searching for some files before he found their name.

"Does the Purple Dragons ring any bells?" he asked, flicking his gaze from the hue of the blue screen to the furrowed crowd. Raph threw his arms in the air, pacing with angered steps around the room, slowly creating a small groove in the floor, "Nope! Not doing it!"

"We have no choice, Raphael," Leo sighed along with his hotheaded brother, turning back to Asil, Leo spoke again, much calmer than before, "Asil, do you know where we can find them?"

"I'll print a list of their last known locations,"

"Thank you,"

It wasn't long until the Hamato Clan got the list of locations from Price, Donnie skimmed the list muttering a few sentences to himself before handing it over to Leo. The group left through the small vent they crawled into, Raph constantly complaining about their next steps. But who wouldn't complain when you have to come face to face with the Purple Dragons?

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7layersdeep · 6 years

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hey hey! i just wanted to let you know i have a chapter in the works that's halfway done! this school year's been nuts for me, and i've been a lot busier than i bargained for! if you have any requests or the like, i'd like very much to hear them~! that being said, there are some things that i will not write! i like to cover a wide variety of kinks in my writing and i'm down for most things, but i do have some big no-gos.

1) anything involving anybody underage in a sexual context.

i am an adult, writing fiction for adults. given the explicit label on my content, i make the assumption (and i very much hope) my readers are also adults! i don't support relationships between adults and minors under any circumstances. i don't like iwashu, and i won't be writing anything involving akira or the phantom thieves romantically or sexually involved with iwai or the (presumably) adult reader.

2) anything non-consensual.

i aim to write fiction that portrays happy, healthy relationships. any bdsm situation i write contains explicit or implied consent, along with the knowledge that it is a situation that can be canceled at any time. power play is a dangerous situation to be in without these things! i don't want to write a situation where the reader would be written as being uncomfortable with a situation presented to them. if you're not a fan of the kink in the chapter, of course, you're welcome to skip to the next - but i promise, it's always played safe, sane and consensual!

3) anything involving requests favoring one gender over another.

this is just a personal preference, but i write to cater to a wide variety of people. the reason i started writing the untouchable series is because most of the reader-insert fiction i'd seen (and by most, i mean i can count the exceptions on one hand) catered to a female audience - and usually a teenaged one. as an adult man in college, i wanted to read something that catered to me for once. i thought about other people in my position as well, and decided to write something i thought everyone could enjoy! of course, i still have a lot to learn, and if you think i could phrase something in a more neutral context, please let me know! that being said, i wouldn't want to write something like iwai giving reader a blowjob or iwai taking care of a pregnant reader, because it would end up alienating part of the audience - and that's exactly what i was trying to avoid by starting this series.

this ended up a little lengthier than i'd thought, but thank you for understanding. an even bigger thank you for reading this! i love each and every one of my readers, and you're the ones who make it possible for me to keep writing! thank you so much for reading my story so far! i hope you continue to enjoy my writing as it develops.

-T

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actuallyschizoid · 7 years

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i am so. tired of people. I have a feeling this is the cliche schizoid thing, or something desperate edgy people might say, but I mean it. it's nice to have a list of people to talk to, just because talking fills time. but they've all got issues they try to come to me about, and I don't care about them, at all. or there's always some difference in opinion with us that i'm sure a normal person could get over, but for me it's fucking exhausting. i am so, so very tired of dealing with people

That’s fine, anon. I’m tired of people for past 20 years or so. ^^’ Or, in more intense quality, for past 5 years. To my experience, it’s unlikely to ever change. Except that it might get worse if you force that communication on yourself and/or during PD manifestation.

But really, that’s not such a big of a deal. You always have a choice whether to keep being tired of people or try to attempt to fix it a bit. There are a few options how it can be done.

The one probably least radical one is to change your view on dealing with people. Like in your example, in solving problems you don’t care about for people you (probably) don’t care all that much about either.

Do you realize that it’s likely people approach you with their issues because you might be just better at helping them figure out how to fix those issues then most other people they know? At least, many schizoids are — thanks to the common among us rational (as opposed to emotional, for obvious reason) way of thinking and dulled emotions which save us from suggesting emotional (and useless) solutions.

I too used to get a lot of this, when there were people who could actually reach me for advice (spoiler: very few still do, because, hopefully, not many still remember I exist). Seriously, at some point I felt like some mix of free casual matters detective and relationship consultant in one. Every person who thought to be my friend at least a bit would visit me *only* when they have some troublesome story they suddenly want to share with me and expect me to say something about it.

Why? Because after I listen to it, I usually tiredly sigh and say something like “isn’t it obvious? just *do the most obvious thing that you already know you need to do but you don’t coz you have emotional reasons stopping you from doing so*, that’s the only sane solution, can’t you see that yourself?”. And more often then people follow that advice... eventually.

Not sure why, though. Maybe they actually never hear things like that being said to them by most other people they come to? And all they hear is “oh poor you, I’m so sorry, I’d feel the same on your spot, I really would be just as stuck as you are, now let’s cry together and you’ll feel better”? That’d make sense, at least — except that usually they manage to get offended by the lack of sympathy from my side *while still taking the fking advice*. >.>

But, honestly, unless things get out of control when I have no choice whether to help them or to face actual negative consequences for not doing so, I usually don’t mind it too much. Why? Even though I don’t care about those people, and even less so I care about their tiny little problems?

Well, because solving problems is fun for me. It has always been. It makes me a little bit less bored. Especially in those nasty boredom spikes when nothing else can make me un-bored (and it still happens a lot). Even if those problems are ridiculously easy. Even if it’s a “problem” of what to do with an abusive girlfriend when the friend in question has nowhere to go but to return to parents despite a bit tense relationships with them and a promise that he’ll start to live separately — well, duh... dump her right away, shove your pride about not returning deep down your ass and get some time to recover. Or if that somehow is not an option, get a job already and rent yourself a room, you’re 24 and completely utterly fit and healthy male NT with proper education and absolutely no excuse for not being self-sufficient, the fk are you relaying on a girl that beats you to bruises on daily basis just to live in her house, that’s just ridiculous. (actual problem I had to “solve” by stating the obvious)

Of course, I’d prefer more fun problems to solve. Like something that takes a bit of thinking, maybe some googling and analyzing stuff I didn’t know of before. I wouldn’t care first thing about whose problem to solve, would they feel any better after it, what would they think about me, etc. At best they wouldn’t even know or see me. Really, I just can dig this irl game of puzzles on occasion. It adds some interest to the game when the most effective way of dealing with it wouldn’t be googling a play-through or, alternatively, not googling a play-through while feeling like you’re doing it the wrong way and dodging spoilers flooding from everywhere like fire.

Anyway, what I’m saying... If you happen to get that treatment often enough to justify it, and the only alternative for you is to either deal with them while getting tired or endure some negative effects for not doing it... well, try to find some interest in doing so? Forget the fact that you help actual people. You’re not doing it for them — you do it coz it’s less boring than looking at the blank wall or, I dunno, watching through another episode of shitty tv-series.

And, as usual, there’s always an alternative approach to getting tired of people: maybe just avoiding people altogether would help to solve the being tired problem much more efficiently. But it’s often complicated by the fact that getting rid of all people who make you tired is... well, it’s hard. Without sacrificing a ton to do so, at least. It’s definitely not an option for everyone, but for me it somewhat works.

Yeah, you guessed that right — solving problems is exactly what I attempt at doing on this blog in my long replies to random anon questions. More often than not at least — including this one. And yes, I kinda like it. Even if problems aren’t quite on the subject of szpd, I might still reply because... well, why not? Between this and spending an extra hour in a game where I have 1400+ days spent by now, I most likely pick this option. That, of course, doesn’t mean I’d care much whether my reply actually helps anyone or not. ^^’ But I wouldn’t mind if it accidentally does, either.

To schizoids who read this: do you, folks, feel the same about solving problems? Do you often find yourself in position where people around you expect that you help them?

#actuallyschizoid #szpd #social #solving problems #Anonymous

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