#where do academys go in the tagging system | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

russellsppttemplates · 5 months

Text

From the start, it was you (George Russell)

The heart doesn't seem to choose by team colours

Note: english is not my first language. This is the first driver!reader I've ever written, so I hope I've done a good job. Also, I did not plan to post this piece specifically now, but seems fitting with the whole shitshow that has been going on the past couple of days. Also, this is a plot I've seen written a lot, so I know there are many other pieces that are way better, and hopefully my take on it isn't too bad!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

my masterlist

Tw: race collision, medical exams, curse words, gender inequality comments

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog

Your purple race suit made you stand out amongst all of the other kids as you walked back from the podium, proudly smiling at your trophy, "Y/N! We're here!", you heard your father as he waved so you'd know where they stood, "congratulations, darling! That was an impressive overtake you did there in the last lap!", he praised, scratching your head before placing a kiss there, "I was trying to get first, but I couldn't get it", you admitted it, looking sideways at the boy who you couldn't take the first place from.

George Russell was a tall boy, same age as you, so you often raced against eachother. While you had become friends with some of the other kids, Russell wasn't one of them. It began when you tried to congratulate him for his P3 a few years ago, stretching your hand out politely, a smile on your face as he turned his back to you, mumbling something as he walked towards his parents. So, you weren't the best of friends if anyone asked.

"Y/N, darling, go stand next to the boys so I can take a picture of you! It will be such a good memory for when you're older!", your mother said excitedly, making you, George and the boy that finished his race behind you on each of your sides, smiling at the camera and hoping it would be as quick as possible, not wanting to stand next to him for a second longer than you should.

"I have your media day schedules here", Mary said as she handed you and Oscar your respective schedules, "Y/N, you're going to get interviewed with Charles, Yuki, George and Fernando", she stated as she then moved on to Oscar, explaing a few things to him since he was going first.

"And Y/N, while you're in there, try not to kill George, even with your eyes, okay?", she advised, tapping your shoulder softly as you looked at her sideways, "last time you were both in the same panel, you managed to be out of qualifying", she nodded, "only because our car wasn't that reliable, and we all know how theirs is", you pointed out, smiling sweetly and hoping to get on her side, "you're lucky you don't annoy me too much, Y/N", she smiled back.

The team had made many improvements to the car, granting you and Oscar the possibility to aim for higher places on the grid, and since you were a nerd about all things engineering, too, you loved when you were asked about the topic. But lately, the questions about the car seemed to get asked to your teammate Oscar, leaving the excuse that "the journalists already have the information they need", and because they didn't want to be accused of not asking you questions like it had happened before, it seemed to divert to other topics.

"Y/N, here", one of the journalists waved, grabbing your attention, "With the recent events and new propositions from the F1 Academy, do you think the sport is going to suffer from having a bigger opportunity that's being given to women in motorsport?", your heard him say, making your blood boil.

Despite the constant raised awareness for gender discrimination and discrimination in motorsport, especially in the last couple of years, some people still had it pretty engraved in their system, and while sometimes it came out looking a little bit more subtle, this one didn't even bother to soften the edges.

You'd be lying if you said this was the first time you heard these comments directed at you, or that you thought it would be the last, no matter how much you wished some sort of disciplinary measure was taken, "I woul-", you began before you heard a loud clash on the floor and felt water on your legs. The trousers you were wearing were soaked around your thighs and knees as George got up to grab the bottle that belonged to him, "I'm so sorry, Y/N", he apoligised as he put the lid back on, "I think it's best if we call it a day, hm? The next group needs to have this cleaned before they come in here", the Mercedes driver said as everyone seemed to agree and get up, bidding goodbye as Charles and George stayed until the end.

"Careful, don't slip", the monegasque driver said, making sure you wouldn't fall and walking out of the room with you, "figures the guy wouldn't even be here to check if everything's fine", you muttered as Charles chuckled, "you two really are like the cat and the mouse".

"He's not even here! He just flew off to his fancy room to delight in the joy of making fun of me", you grumbled, bidding goodbye to Charles as you found yourself by the entrance of Ferrari.

Walking the distance to meet your team, Mary was the first to get you, "I'm sorry they asked that", she said, "it's a good thing Russell spilled his drink", she teased, knowing you wouldn't want to dwell on the comments for long. It hardly solved the problem and you'd look into it in the team meeting when the time called for it, "promise you won't take him out in the race?".

Laughingly at her assumption and the fact that she had managed to pull you out of your misery as you walked to you driver's room, "don't worry, and tell the guys downstairs to now worry either, they're not going to have to build me a new car either", you flashed a smile before closing the door, changing into another pair of trousers you had brought with you.

"You're starting P4, Y/N", your race engineer said over the radio, "we are going to give it our all to support you and help you".

"And I'm going to drive the beat I can for you guys. Today, we get orange flying around and its going to be because of the Papaya team", you smiled under your helmet, "Oscar is P6, so I think we can even aim for a Podium, depends on how things go", you said.

As soon as the lights went out, you reacted quickly and passed the car that had been sitting next to yours, your race engineer confirming your third place and giving you a run down of all the grid changes.

"Do us proud, you're doing well, good pace", you heard on your speakers. You were enjoying the drive, analysing the data without team and looking for the right opportunity to overtake Charles, "go after the next turn, Y/N. Charles' tyres are not looking so good, so we think you have the upper hand there. George's car seems to be having some issues, too, he won't go after you", the pit wall channeled in your radio.

You looked in your mirrors as you were about to make the overtake, having patiently waited to reach the specific turn and going with it, confident that you would be able to overtake the red car.

A fraction of a second, you would always say, was game changing in Formula One. A decision to overtake or stay back, to accept the call to the pits or a new strategy, sometimes all it took was less than a second. And it also took less than a second for your car to start spinning, making you remove your hands from your steering wheel and brace yourself for the collision that would soon enough happen.

The impact wasn't as hard as you had expected, having felt most of it in your hips and shoulders. Groaning, you opened your eyes to see the damage, hearing "Y/N, can you tell us if you are okay?" over the radio.

Pressing the button, you heard the equipment's buzz, "I'm okay. I'm sorry about the car, guys", you gulped, adjusting yourself, "another car tapped me, right? Are they okay?", you asked, "George's fine from what we've heard".

After the marshalls confirmed you were free to go with the medical car to get checked over, you were back in the hospitality as the race continued, "doctor said I'll have some bruises, nothing too bad though", you gave them the report as you apoligised and thanked everyone on your side of the garage.

"Turns out they'll have to build you a new car after all", Mary offered as she hugged you, "if Russell had been more careful, this could've ended differently", you groaned.

"From what I've heard, he was trying a risky move and the car had an issue and locked up. He lost control of it and his front wing tapped your rear wheels just about enough to cause the crash", she explained, "it's not like he purposefully wanted to take you out", she reasoned.

"I know, it's just not ideal", you sighed, "we could both be in there". On the screen, Oscar was sitting P2, having successfully overtaken Charles a few laps in after the race resumed.

Even though George was far from your friend, you still wanted to check if he was okay, specially after seeing the impact the crash had on his car, too.

Walking to the Mercedes hospitality, a few people stopped you on your tracks briefly to express their relief on seeing you up and about and wishing you well before you found yourself by the glass doors.

"Is George here? I'd like to see if he's doing alright, but only if that's okay, I'm sure you're busy", you asked one of the media girls, Holly, recognising her from previous encounters.

"He's in his driver's room, yes, let me walk you there", she smiled, walking with you and knocking on the door, "George, may I come in?", she asked before he gave a positive answer, "Y/N is here, she wanted to talk to you", she stated, backing up so you could be seen, "yes, that's alright", the tall man said as Holly held out her arm, gesturing you to walk inside the room as she closed the door behind her, most likely going back to work on the race content.

"Hey", you waved awkwardly, "I don't have any other way to contact you, and asking your team how you were didn't seem... right? So, yeah, I came here", you gulped, suddenly feeling a weird pressure to act properly, whatever that meant.

"I'm good, barely got a scratch since I was able to stop the car before it hit the barriers", George explained, "and you? It looked pretty bad", he checked.

"I have some bruises, I think the adrenaline is slowing down now, so it's a bit painful, but nothing major", you clarified.

"The car had some issue and there was not way to control it, I just let it go because there wasn't anything I could do. I'm very glad you're okay", he half smiled as he looked at you.

In all the years you've known him and interacted with him, there had never been a time where he was this relaxed and smiley around you, not even when he had overtaken you in the last lap of the race. And while it was new, it was also comfortable.

"Me too, it looked scarier than it felt, though", you offered as he grabbed his water bottle to take a sip from it, "Oh, close the lid properly on that one", you chuckled playfully, not imagining the backlash and reaction it would have.

The new and comfortable mood turned back to the old and expecting one.

"Do you really think I'm that clumsy to drop a bottle like that? I wanted to get us out of there, to get you out of there because they were asking sexist questions", he stated, "and I didn't do it because I thought you couldn't defend yourself, because you sure know how to stop your foot and put it down, but because they don't deserve your time like that. Hell, I wish you spent that little time with me instead!", George yelled out, not missing your shocked expression, "maybe there was a time that I didn't like how you just showed up and got things done, but in the end, it's not because it's you, or because you're a woman. I wanted to be the one to show up and get things done, because I admire you so much", he gulped.

"So you're saying it's my fault that I've been labelled a bad sport because we constantly fight out there? That's why you've hated me?", your defensive side turned up, not dwelling on his kind words.

"I'm not saying it is either of our fault! I'm just trying to explain to you that I don't hate you like you think I do", he put his hands on his hips, walking around his room, "you might hate me, and that's fine, you know? I'm not going to be the one to tell you how you should feel, that's not how it works, but I have never hate you.

"I might've said I hated you when we were little, but that's because you probably stole my place on the podium, and even that was probably well deserved. I never thought I'd feel like this about you", he concluded.

"And what is it that you feel about me? Because I would like a warning should you want to beat me up to deal with all it is that you're feeling...?", you gestured to his stance. Was he saying he didn't hate you? Did he have other feelings that were actually in the happiness section of the emotion wheel and not near the anger section?

Chuckling, he approached you, "I have had feelings for you since we started driving in F2. At first I thought it was just the thrill of the competition and of having someone to challenge me, and when you got the Mclaren seat, I was so happy that you'd be racing against me", he further offered, "I don't know when it came out that we hated eachother, and when you didn't seem to feel otherwise, I tried to hate you, or at least dislike you, and it wasn't working, so I just let it go however it went, and it's led me here. And I'm being honest with you, so laugh all you want, or deal with it however you want to", he raised his hands as he excused himself.

"George, I nerve said anything because I can't afford to say those things. How many rivalries have you seen in motorsport? So many, and many more that are not written in books and shown off in videos. And none of them have apoligies to offer, or rather, the very few that have done it, turned out okay. But if I was the one to talk about it? A female driver talking about how she cares that her colleagues and her have a good relation and that they don't hate eachother like the press wants people to believe?", you scoffed, "That's not on my books, that's not something I can consider.

"And I don't hate you, George. For Goodness' sake, I came here to see of you were alright. Any other person would've yelled that you ruined their race, but I understand that there are things we can't control and shit like this happens. It sucks, but that's how it is. Like Charles says all the time, 'sometimes it's like this'", you giggled, "I actually think you're a pretty decent guy", you blushed.

Over the years, the bickering had only spurred you on even more, and maybe it wasn't just the thrill of seeing him so on edge that made you continue to do so.

"So you're saying you've never hated me?",

George said as he offered you his chair to sit down as he prepared tea for both of you, "Maybe I didn't like you so much when we did karting, but that was just because you were really tall and actually gave me fair competition", you winked.

#george russell imagine #george russell x reader #george russell fluff #george russell fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic

122 notes · View notes

constellationandcompendium · 4 months

Text

Writeblr Intro

Greetings traveller!

About Me:

She/her approaching 30

PhD graduate working in heritage

British (obsessed with tea)

Also sings and crochets

Enjoys both Star Trek & Star Wars

Occasional NaNoWriMo participant

Fanfic writer of 15 years making the jump into original fiction (find my fandom blog @thetamehistorian)

Happy to take asks / play tag games etc.

Has a habit of designing covers rather than writing

Second attempt at this blog (main blog this time, cha cha real smooth)

Tends To Write / Read

Sci-Fi & Cyberpunk

Urban Fantasy & Fantasy

Historical

Comedy (this suprised me too)

Introducing My WIPS

A crime thriller with a touch of cyberpunk...

Featuring

Man with habit of doing wrong thing for right reason

Best buds to reluctant allies to ‘I would die for you’

That ‘I can’t believe you’ve done this’ meme

Conspiracies and double agents

Lots of angst and hurt (with some comfort)

Wholesome parent / child relationships

Summary

Solaris City has a problem. Whilst the metropolis flourishes, down below in the old mines the Undercity grows wild and dangerous, it’s people cut off from the prosperity above, dreaming of the sun and spreading Haze - an addictive drug.

Elias also has a problem. Working for the Bureau has cleaned his slate but he hasn’t cut all ties with those underground. Now there’s a girl hidden in his flat and something big has been uncovered that has his contacts in a flurry.

With two days to go to a vote on unifying the two halves of the city, and his friend Sebastien caught right in the middle, Elias has a feeling that it'll only take one domino falling for everything to come crashing down.

WIP Tag

First Draft Complete, If Messy (Mind the Plot Holes)

A sci-fi comedy of a ship of misfits...

Featuring

Puns for ship names (and just bad jokes in general)

Captain packing up the ship and all its crew because they can no longer thrive in this household

Overly social parents (please stop inviting my professor over to dinner)

Space worker unions (and aliens)

Learning self-worth and finding strength through working together

Found family

Summary

The United Earth Ship Archimedes patrols the border of charted space. Beyond it - the vast and unexplored reaches of the universe.

It’s an exciting prospect for Aster Kobor, newly graduated from the fleet academy and hoping to make her mark upon the stars. Unfortunately, it only takes a few weeks for Aster to realise that the Archimedes is nicknamed ‘the screw’ for a reason. It’s a ship for the rejects and misfits, those deemed unfit to serve in the frontier ships and command never lets them do anything exciting. Still, Aster is determined to make the best of it and, unbeknownst to her, her meddling Captain is about to give the crew of the Archimedes their chance to show command what they're made of.

Soon a bad reputation is the least of their troubles and, whether the crew like it or not, they’ll have to learn to survive in deep space - where their only certainty is each other.

WIP Tag

Currently Wrangling Vibes Into ~ Characters ~ and ~ Plot ~

A historical novel about determined women, trains, and winning a war…

Featuring

One woman’s obsession with the railways

Code breaking commuters

Breakfasts cooked on a coal shovel

Being accidentally adopted by an elderly fireman and driver duo

Occasional air raid for added ~spice~

Solidarity in the face of adversity and outdated systems

Summary

Bea had always been fascinated by the railways, but her dream of driving one of the locomotives always seemed out of reach. Working the trains is dangerous, dirty, and completely off limits to the fairer sex.

Then the war came and the men went off the fight. Answering the call to help, Bea and her fellow railway volunteers find themselves with an opportunity of a lifetime. Obscured from judging eyes by steam and smoke they shadow the veteran drivers and engineers, learning what they can on the job and hitting the library when they can't.

The trains need to run, they are vital to the war effort. All it would take is one rogue bomb, one mishap to take out a driver and the wheels stop spinning.

Or at least, that's what the station manager thinks.

Currently Doing Research and Initial Planning!

#introductions #wips #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writeblr intro #writeblr introduction #writer

93 notes · View notes

blissfulip · 5 months

Text

Dopamine

On AO3:

Viktor x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, dubious science, mostly canon compliant, no use of y/n, chemist!reader, eventual smut.

Cw: explosions (no casualties), rude language.

Words: 1.6k

[A/N: tags and content warnings to be updated in each chapter, updates weekly.]

Part 2 Part 3

Chapter 1: A Forced Vacation

The sound of the blast was loud and echoing, which made Viktor believe the explosion must have happened nearby. Jayce's immediate reaction after uncovering his ears was to go out the door to try to find the source, but Viktor stopped him, reminding him that they didn't know if there was fire or anything dangerous outside. The announcement came shortly after when a muffled voice urged them to evacuate the academy building through the speakers on the ceiling.

"Please remain calm; a small-sized explosion has taken place at the manufacturing facilities; there is a chance there might be potentially harmful compounds in the air, so please make sure to correctly place the gas masks provided at the beginning of the academic term, you may situate them under the emergency equipment cupboard near the main entrance of each laboratory room, we reiterate: please remain calm as you evacuate the premises."

"Small explosion?" Jayce huffed as he retrieved the masks from the cupboard. Both of them did as they were told and calmly but energetically walked down the hallway to get to the main entrance of the building, where dozens had already congregated.

No one seemed to be affected by the recent developments except for Viktor; he even overheard a group of people excitedly chattering about possible places to have fun during their sudden evening off. Interruptions already annoyed him profoundly, but the importance of the breakthrough he recently had made this untimely interference ever more infuriating. He was leaning on a wall, impatiently tapping his cane against the concrete floor, when Jayce decided to investigate the matter, and the expression on his face when he came back was less than encouraging.

"So?"

"I don't think we'll be able to return to work, at least not today."

"What happened, though? What was the explosion about?"

"Uh…one of the quenching systems blew up; not sure I understood the reason why." Jayce hoped Viktor didn't catch on to the reason for his hesitation, but he did; it was a lost cause.

"Ha! I should've known it had to do with the chemistry department; it's almost like she is scheduled to create chaos at least once a month." Viktor started to raise his voice and gesture excessively.

"Come on, Vik, cut her some slack; they didn't expressly say she was directly responsible for any of this."

"When is it not her fault, though? It's almost like she lives to hinder my work!"

"Why are you so angry? Did you misplace your caliper again?" You said, appearing from behind Jayce with a playful pout only to annoy him more intentionally.

"If it isn't the source of all my problems," Viktor said, rolling his eyes.

"What did I do now?" You said, laughing ironically.

"I had an inkling that such a monumental mishandling could only be your fault." he hissed.

"you're wrong as usual, Sparkle."

"You designed those vents!" This accusation struck a nerve in you. And any mood for playful banter had been substituted by indignation.

"First of all, I'm a chemist, not an engineer, so if anything, it's a testament to my brilliance that those scrubbers have been working at all, and as a matter of fact, they would have continued working perfectly if it weren't for you."

"What do we have to do with any of this?"

"The sizing of the quenching system I put in place was appropriate until the hextech team came to be, and you two decided to start pumping out microelectronics all the time, the amount of suppressing agent that has to be pumped through the system to accommodate for the things you have been manufacturing exacerbated the machine, of course it was gonna explode eventually!"

"Why didn't you adjust the sizing then?"

"Because it's not my job! I'm here to research organic materials, not design your machinery. I warned the council, and they didn't seem to care, so if you have a problem, take it up with them for not hiring the appropriate people for the job."

"How can you be so offhand about what happened? This could've been fatal had there been people in the facility."

"Oh, get off your high horse, Viktor, you're only mad because I'm involved, and you're being forced to interrupt your work. Don't pretend like you care."

"Of course I care. Do you think I'm a monster?"

"Of course not. You're definitely well known for being big on safety protocols." You said with a clear tone of sarcasm.

Viktor knew you were right and could not argue against that, but he wanted to retort. He wanted very badly to say anything at all. Unfortunately, you had already turned on your heels to walk away from them, leaving him with narrowed eyes and a deep frown.

"You kind of set yourself up for that one," Jayce said casually. He had been quietly witnessing you two fight as he usually did. Viktor gave him a furious glare as a response and walked back to his dormitories resentfully quiet.

--------------------------------------

Murmurs could be heard coming from the entrance of the laboratory wing. There was a strong feeling of emptiness in your stomach as you approached, that you usually would have attributed to not having eaten anything that morning; however, this time, it was a clear fear of facing the consequences of the previous afternoon’s incident. It hadn’t been your fault; you were as angry as the next person, and for an institution with that many wealthy investors, the Academy had a silent policy of spending as little as possible on as few departments as they could. Everyone knew that with the unlooked-for creation of the Hextech team, the investments in all the other research departments had been drained to be allotted to the council’s golden duo; there had been multiple coffee machine conversations about it. Yet, you were anxious.

They wouldn’t blame you, would they? Viktor did, and if there’s something that son of a bitch was good at beyond tightening nuts and bolts was persuading a crowd. What prevented him from convincing all your colleagues that this whole debacle was your burden? All that muttering was probably him rallying up a crowd to lynch you.

You breathed in. When have you been afraid to face him before? This was unlike you.

I don’t owe anything to anyone. That idiot can badmouth my character as much as he likes, but he can’t argue with the facts.

You relaxed your shoulders and unclenched your jaw.

“Get a grip, damn it!” You said to yourself quietly as you put on a laid-back cast and opened the door to the main hall.

No heads were left unturned when you walked in. Some faces were neutral, some carried the type of warm smile of someone who would be happy to see you, there was that one guy from the poli-sci department who was a tad too smug about your entrance, some seemed worried, and one of them—the bane of your existence—looked at you with a pronounced frown, eyes narrowed, and mouth turned upside-down.

"What's everyone doing here? I thought I was late already. Did I miss a memo?" You said with a casual tone, a painfully obvious attempt at masking the existential crisis you were having just moments earlier.

"Labs are gonna be closed for a month; something about them needing to disinfect and ventilate potential harmful agents from the facilities."

Part of you was glad it had been your friend Moira who spoke up first, but on the other hand, you feared the silence before the storm, and you were soon proved to be justified in doing so.

"I hope you are happy."

"Why would I be?

"You just cost us a month’s worth of work." Viktor sneered through his teeth.

"I'm sure you can afford that. Differently from the rest of the research departments, you don't have the risk of losing your funding if you don't churn out constant developments, so I don't see why you are so upset."

"This isn't the first time you have gotten in the way of my work. You could say I've boiled over."

This is when people started to walk away. Your 'explosive' relationship with Viktor wasn't a novelty to anyone, and they knew better than to try to intervene. It had been more than a year at this point; you resented him for not admitting the preferential treatment they were given by the Academy, and he resented you for some…unfortunate accidents that had delayed his work before. You both knew you had some fault in each of those things, but stubbornness and pride had prevented you from admitting this to one another. To his dismay, Jayce had had to play mediator, the child of a divorce that never happened.

"Except this time, it wasn't my fault, but of course, you'd jump at any opportunity to blame me for something."

"Maybe if you were competent enough to complete the task you were given, it wouldn't have happened."

You were livid.

"I played engineer for a couple of weeks and designed a machine that worked without a hitch for 3 years. You are an engineer and can't get any of those little prototypes of yours to work. Remind me who's incompetent again?"

"Woah, okay, that's enough. Let's all go home and relax, okay?" Jayce said, already dragging Viktor from his cane arm and not allowing him to proffer any of the offenses he intended to.

How dare he say you were incompetent? You were head and shoulders above him in every possible category. Fine, perhaps he had an edge when it came to discipline. And organization. Maybe charisma, somehow everyone liked him. You understood why. He was handsome too, charming even…

Maybe if he— No. don’t even start.

#viktor #arcane viktor #viktor arcane #viktor x reader

103 notes · View notes

spar-kie · 12 days

Text

Do You Have The Time?

A Thorough Dissection of What Past Aevium Means For You

So I've been reading through @/jazz-kitty's rejuv playthrough (not actually tagging them bc this will contain spoilers for shit they've not gotten to but if you're reading this Jazz, keep up the good work! It's super fun to read through your playthrough :>), and I've realized we got some concrete dates (in a fashion), meaning that, we might be able to figure out when Storm 9 happens, within a couple months! As well as some other details.

Anyways even if you don't want to hear my rambling about dates, there's gonna be something I really want to share underneath the cut, I'll put some big bold header text so you know where to scroll to.

Now, it all starts here, with Melia's Mimikyu, which we are there to see caught, giving us a concrete date, October 10th, 198X.

Now you may be asking yourself, but Sparkie, the screenshot says 1984? That's because my buddy Nym, who is on the dev team, stated that to its memory, the year is calculated based off your system date. Meaning that the year will change depending on the year you play Rejuv in. However, Jazz's post that I got this from does mention in the tags how the rest of Melia's pokemon are caught from 1981-1983. I had an old save file kicking around that was near Blacksteeple, and checking "Emma's" Pokemon in that I can also say that these dates are variable based off system time. Being 198X-3 through 198X-1. For simplicity's sake we're going to be based off of System Time being the year 2024, mostly because shit like 198X-1 is hard to read. But just keep in mind that as Rejuv is set in 202X these dates have about a 10 year range they can vary by, this will come back later, take note of this.

I want to establish before we go forward, you can also see how this works for yourself rather easily, if you go into the past and catch a pokemon, the date it's caught at will be your system time, minus 40 years. This, combined with some plot elements such as Melia's birthday being after she catches this Mimikyu confirms that the past segments take place exactly 40 years before present day, with the Time Crystals not sending you back or forth to a specific time and date, but rather a set amount of time forward and back (in this case 40 years).

Anyways, this also lets us know that Storm-9 happened a little over 39 years ago as of the game's start, and at some point during the game's time span we will hit the 40 year anniversary. I always thought it was 50 years before the game's start, I don't remember if I got that from somewhere in game or it's just one of them things I got in my head, but between the wiki and a reply from Zumi on one of my tweets it's actually 40. If anyone has the same misconception I had, I hope that clears it up.

But through what we can gleam in game, we can actually tell (roughly) when Storm-9 happens! Judging by the fact we can still visit the past at the end of the .karma files, Storm-9 has not hit the past yet. It's going to happen very soon, but it's not there yet. Thankfully, we have a very concrete date on when that would be, December 25th, 2024, as the Xen Raid is just one day later. Meaning, that as of December 25th, 1984, the Aevium region is still fine. This combined with the fact that there is a note on the door of the house occupied by the A-Gang near Hyoshi City that says they'll be out until the Summer means that they are going to be at school until late May, early June, assuming it runs at similar time frames to a school in the U.S.. Meaning that, at some point, most likely in Early 1985, but possibly for about a week in Late 1984, is when Storm 9 hits. You could extrapolate more (i.e. no teachers/other students in the academy during the Interceptor's Nightmare Realm means people might've been on break, meaning it was Late 1984 and the gang was just hanging out at the academy) but as that's explicitly stated to be not entirely accurate to how that day actually was, I'm not going to do that.

HI IF YOU JUST WANT THE FUNNY INFORMATION SCROLL HERE

Anyways, now that you've heard me ramble about dates like your history teacher, we get to the fun part! That being I get to tell you about the A gang! That being we know the protag choices are 17-18 years old, and given that we know Storm 9 happened in either very Late 1984 or Early 1985, we can assume that the A-Gang were those ages during Storm-9. Meaning their birth years could range between 1966-1968, placing them firmly in Gen X, meaning they are chronologically old enough to be some of the people reading this's parents!

But that's not all, do you remember how I stated that Rejuv took place in 202X, meaning it could be any year of the 2020s? And thus, the past segments take place in any year 40 years before that, in the 1980s? If we were to say, put the year Rejuv takes place in in 2020, then that would mean the A Gang would be born in the years 1962-1964.

The general consensus on baby boomers is that they were born between 1946-1964.

The A Gang could, conceivably, be baby boomers.

Have a nice night everyone.

#pokemon rejuvenation #pkmn rejuv #rejuv #Look even if you don't like this boring kind of stuff I BEG YOU to at least scroll down to the bottom bit with the header #It is VITAL that I get this information out there

28 notes · View notes

mixelation · 1 year

Note

In your last ask about Tori being reborn into Naruto, one of the tags mentions the akatsuki being reborn? Do you mind going into that? As in the akatsuki being reborn into different villages after they die?

no, the premise is more like a time travel fic where the time travelers end up in their younger bodies. so the akatsuki are still themselves but now they have.... Future Knowledge(tm). i've been going back and forth a lot on how this would change their decision making processes because obviously some of them could have huge effects on the canon plot. kakuzu, for example, is old enough he could probably prevent any ninja village from being founded in he played his cards right.

some ideas:

i am intrigued by the idea of kakuzu killing hashirama and preventing konoha from ever happening, but also this isn't the story to explore that. instead he decides to fuck off and be a missing-nin earlier, because he doesn't want to fuck with his village any more than he has to

hidan makes zero changes to his life. good job, hidan

sasori still makes himself a puppet, but maybe does it when he's older? like i feel like when i was 16 i was like "yeah, being a teenager forever is a good idea" but as an adult i'm like "but sasori would be so hot if he actually looked 35?" also he might get taller. so i think with the wisdom of age he might wait a bit. i also feel like he might have the motivation/ability to interfere in how the war that killed his parents went (i think it was the second one?) but that's another moving piece i'm still rotating

i haven't decided how this is going to play out in plasticity, but for this AU let's say konan and pein understand zetsu/obito's roles in ruining the world. they preemptively murder obito, oops. depending on how they do this (and how aware minato is of how obito died), it means ame's relationship with konoha could look REAL different. also not 100% sure what i want to do with yahiko/ame in general. still rotating this part

konan and pein's intervention does mean minato & kushina are still alive and kicking. itachi is confused but he's going with this. danzo's still a slimeball but the massacre isn't really on the table anymore. i'm also leaning towards a scenario where itachi is really, really bad at pretending to be A Normal Child and ends up in ANBU even earlier and is confused about why he's unhappy with this

without obito around to brainwash the mizukage, kiri is more stable and kisame is just chugging along there (although he's firmer about turning down some missions--- and good enough no one can really argue with him)

Deidara's origin story in Plasticity is that his family is just some farmers with proto-mouth hands and Iwa is paying them to churn out a bunch of children to see if they can make a new bloodline limit. Some of the gamete donors are likely ninja, but Deidara was born on a farm and not slorped up into the Iwa system never to see his family again until he was Academy age. Post time travel, Deidara remembers family never paid much attention to him, and he has no reason to want to go back to Iwa, so he just runs away at like age 5

The crux of all this is that none of them actually knows the entire akatsuki has time traveled. Like Nagato and Konan obviously know the other one time traveled and everyone is aware this timeline is Different, but it hasn't occurred to anyone to seek out other members and they don't bump into each other organically because they're all in very different parts of the world. Since she's the main character, obviously Tori gets to the catalyst for people running into each and pointing like the spiderman meme

Since Tori doesn't HAVE a family in Ninjaland to be reborn into, she's brought up as an orphan in a ninja clan that unaffiliated with any village. I just like the idea that there's still some of these kicking around. Since she's not a real part of the family, she gets treated like shit and doesn't really get formal ninja training. B U T the family heads are entering Cahoots with Orochimaru and he's like: what's this? Spare orphans???

Orochimaru obviously eventually completely fucks over the family (maybe they have some interesting kekkai genkai/jutsu he just runs off with while their home burns), but Tori knows exactly what to say and how to act to get into his good graces. But ALSO she's acutely aware she's playing a very dangerous game and abandons ship a few years later, preferably in a very dramatic way where she screws over Orochimaru as much as she can.

(Revenge? She's not worried about that. This is only endearing herself to him.)

I'm going back and forth on what her ~abilities~ are, but I want to keep that she has no elemental affinity. I also can't see her as someone whose gut reaction to a situation would be "I can fight my way out of this" even if she's technically been trained to be competent at it. What she DOES have is a new and creative ways to push the field of fuinjutsu forward. Also toyed around with the idea of misappropriating medical jutsu to fuck shit up? she is not a taijutsu specialist but you should not fight her hand-to-hand, oops

(also, yes, she can throw knives now)

Tori is right between Deidara and Itachi in age so I was thinking while she's wandering around as a 12 year old feral ninja or whatever she is, she somehow runs into Deidara? And then something goes EXTREMELY WEIRD and they both end up in Konoha. This Deidara is technically affiliated with Iwa, but he was never one of them and he's obviously a genius, so I think most of Konha leadership would be like :EYES EMOJI: at him? Tori was affiliated with Konoha's scariest missing-nin, so.... that's suspicious, but also something something she's deidara one friend and that kid needs someone else's braincell.

so, my EXTREMELY convoluted and cracktastic take was then: Minato needs to do something super sneaky at a Chunin Exam for some reason. He wants to send in a fake genin team as entrants, but he'd prefer to use younger shinobi so there's less suspicion. Kushina has been bugging him for a genin team for years. He gives her the extra super special DISASTER team of Itachi, Deidara and Tori*

*tbh i don't super like kushina but i like the idea of her as tori's mentor. their personalities are VERY different but i think kushina would ave a lot of sympathy for a young girl trying to settle into a foreign village, oh and also do you want to do something wild with yogurt

#fic: plasticity #tori isn't like a genius at taijutsu or chakra so she seems like an extremely average genin #until suddenly she isn't :)#reborn au

110 notes · View notes

en-whims · 1 year

Text

𝄞 THE KISSING BOOTH | NISHIMURA RIKI

[ scan creds to ado2re ]

the first instalment from the 'Narratives from the Walkman: a 90's love collective' series

genres: bff au, fluff, angst if you squint | wc: 3.1k

tagging: @yenqa @yjjungwon

[ 👤 ] SIDE A ; BOY 1 ㅡ NISHIMURA RIKI

° ❝ those days of warm rains come rushing back to me

miles of windless summer night air

secret moments shut in the heat of the afternoon

out of the stillness, soft spoken words

i love you always, forever. ❞ °

[ 🎧 ] SIDE B ; TRACK 1 ㅡ i love you always forever by betty who

With summer just around the corner, you thought the time had flown by because of how busy you were with being reflective in school. Ni-ki just finished playing with his friends at the nearby football field and his go-to place before going home is you.

He was like a family member that whenever he comes over, he doesn’t need to knock on your door because your parents always welcome him. Not to mention they were loving the fact that he constantly visits despite you being a socially awkward bean.

You and Ni-ki have been the best of friends since kindergarten; having been seatmates all the time plus your neighboring houses made your friendship even more interesting.

But when both of you were a few months away from graduation, things started to get complicated with his college application being successfully accepted at a different state— much far away from where you’ve applied.

You were happy for him of course, he’s got a scholarship for being an athlete and you’ve got yourself a scholarship too for being an A-lister in academics.

You couldn’t help but feel disappointed despite all his assurances that you’ll FaceTime each other when you’re both free. It just felt awful to adjust without him when all these years he got you used to the routine of hanging out in your bedroom after school and talking about anything and everything. He was your only friend after all.

Ni-ki’s well aware of how you’ve been feeling lately and that was why he comes over after every practice despite the exhaustion; he wanted to spend all his time with you while he still can.

He went upstairs to your bedroom after greeting your parents in the kitchen. And there he found you in your natural habitat; open notebooks scattered around the bed and a book that was resting just above your nose as you lay calmly on your bed; eyes closed with your feet leaning on top of the headboard. He gently closed the door behind him and placed his duffel bag near your bedside table.

“Hey, you awake? I bought us ice cream, it’s your favorite double dutch.” He whispered as he softly propped himself beside you, slightly poking your arm. “Ni-ki?” You slowly sat up and wore back your round glasses while you brushed away the messy hair that was covering your line of sight.

“What are you doing here? You should be home already. Look how tired you are.” You kept on cupping his face with your hands while wiggling his cheeks as you worryingly ask.

He just smiled warmly. Ni-ki gently grabbed your wrists and gradually intertwined his fingers with yours. God knows how many fireworks exploded in your system whenever he touches you. He blinked lazily and leaned his forehead on your shoulder as he heaved a deep sigh.

You carefully removed your hand away from his grasp and placed it on his back, gently rubbing circles on it, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m tired. But I want to cuddle with you before the day ends, so can you please stop studying for as long as I’m here? The SATs aren’t coming up yet.” He sat up and let out a tired chuckle as he released your other hand to reach out for the ice cream tub he placed on the bedside table.

You both lay on the bed comfortably; too close that your shoulders were rubbing against each other while the tub rested on his stomach. You partnered up your ice cream and chill with an episode of The Umbrella Academy playing on your television; the only source of light in your bedroom as of the moment, together with your glow-in-the-dark galaxy stickers on the ceiling since Ni-ki wanted it to be “dreamy”.

“The festival’s in a few days. Will I expect you there?” He finally filled the silence that’s been occupying the room for almost an hour. As you sat up, you placed the now empty tub of ice cream on the table and scooted closer to him, “Unfortunately, Mom signed me up to assist some sophomores at our school in a booth. So yeah, I definitely have to go.”

“What booth? Is it those fortune-telling ones where smarty pants like you guess people’s futures based on your quantum physics bull?” You playfully slapped him on the chest and he quickly rubbed the affected area as he exaggerated the pain. You just laughed it off and went back to leaning on his shoulder.

“No idea. She hasn’t told me yet, but she did say there will be no take-backs so I’m guessing it’s something I don’t like to do since she wanted my yes sealed off with a handshake that bad.” You could feel his slow breaths against your forehead while he drew invisible patterns at the back of your hand.

You have always hated the way he made you feel things but you couldn’t blame him. After all, he’s oblivious to the fact that his best friend has grown a liking for him for two years now.

“Well, see you at the festival in two days then!” Ni-ki gently poked your forehead away and positioned himself at the foot of the bed, sliding his training shoes in. You were smiling and blushing behind his back as he softly hummed to a Gideon song.

You sat at the edge of the bed as he took careful steps to the bedside table, grabbed his duffel bag, and slung it over his shoulder. “You know, you could join us for dinner. Like old times?” You said. Ni-ki crouched down to your level and planted a soft kiss on your forehead, a habit of his when it was time for him to say goodbye.

“Mom texted me a while ago that she prepared lasagna for dinner tonight. Don’t wanna miss it before leaving upstate.” He curved his lips to a small smile, a there’s-nothing-i-can-do smile, you figured.

Ever since his application got accepted, you guys started to avoid talks about plans after graduation. You decided it’d be better for both of you. Well, mostly for you since you were still upset about it. He didn’t have any choice but to agree with your decision of avoiding the topic as much as possible.

You accompanied him to your front door after he bid his farewell to your parents. His folks don’t mind though; Ni-ki’s house was only two blocks away from yours anyway.

Before he could even take the last step of your balcony stairs, you called him, and he was quick enough to turn to where you were standing. “Don’t overwork yourself in practice, okay? The championship isn’t coming up yet.” The jaded boy walked closer to you and then brushed a few strands of your hair away, tucking them behind your ear.

“You… are such a worrywart. I’m fine now, you know how our cuddles give me energy.” He playfully smirked at you and gently placed his arms around your tiny body for a tight hug.

You couldn’t help the rush of heat on your cheeks that night.

“Seriously, mom? The kissing booth?! I’d rather have you let me rot in my room for the whole month instead!”

It was the day of the festival and your mom just revealed to you the booth you’ll be assisting for the rest of the day. You couldn’t help but be frustrated because you were just not the type to give away your kisses to literally anyone.

For you, they’re something sacred or the sort and the kissing booth was just definitely not the cut for you.

“Oh, don’t be exaggerated, honey! They said the kissing booth this year will be more fun since you girls are gonna be wearing a blindfold to mask your identities! Isn’t it fantastic? I bet Ni-ki will be there to cheer you on too.” You rolled your eyes at your mother who was just so ‘delighted’ at the thought of seeing you on the platform later on.

Ni-ki was supposed to pick you up this morning since he’ll be helping some of his friends at the festival too, but because your mom was nagging you too much, you left earlier than him.

The 10 am daze came upon and you never expected the number of people lining up for the kissing booth. The anxiety grew as it was your first time and you were scared you might mess it up just because you don’t even know the basics of kissing at all.

Fortunately, your turn wasn’t up until after lunch break, so you decided to stroll around while looking for your best friend.

Ni-ki has been keeping himself busy at the shooting game, eager enough to win a particular stuffed toy. You silently crept up behind him and peered over his shoulder as he kept his target steady. “Hey,” and to his surprise, you caught him off guard.

He luckily hit the target though and he quickly carried you off the ground for a tight embrace. His pals applauded him for finally winning after an hour of failure. The old man who was managing the booth handed the stuffed toy over to him and he grabbed it as quickly as possible; too excited and happy to even function well.

“Beginner’s luck, I guess?” said the old man. “Nah. My lucky charm just showed up right on time.” he handed you the stuffed animal and draped his hand over your shoulder, “Do you like it? I won it for you. Something to remember when we depart for college. You always tease me that I look like a puma so I got you a handy one, that way I’m always with you wherever you go.”

You were about to stop him since you guys made a deal not to talk about college, but he got you first by putting his forefinger against your lips, shutting you up.

“Now, where’s your booth? I wanna see how you’re doing there.” Anxiety crawled back to you again that you pulled his wrist when he was about to go in the direction of the kissing booth.

The problem here was Ni-ki doesn’t have any idea that you were assigned to that booth. He’d laugh at you for sure since he knew you well enough and you’re certainly not up for that kind of thing.

You were scared, of course, but you were more embarrassed, so you decided not to tell him and distract him instead with some thrilling rides.

It was your turn at the kissing booth in a few minutes, so you bid your farewell to Ni-ki and rushed to the platform, making sure there were no signs of your best friend around the area.

You quickly put on the blindfold and sprayed your favorite spearmint mouth spray, breathing in and out repeatedly for who knows how long now because you felt more asthmatic than ever before.

“Are you ready? You’re up in a bit.” A female sophomore from your school asked. She tied your hair up in a ponytail and you let her because you were not in your sanity to say otherwise anymore.

You see, you never tie your hair at all. You never liked it. The feeling of letting your strands loose and having them freely swaying with every movement you made enthralled you. But right now, all you were thinking about was getting this shit over with.

Ni-ki and his friends walked past your booth, but luckily you were still not up on that platform. His friends insisted on staying and watching and probably joining, but Ni-ki’s not up for such shenanigans and he’s been parched looking all over the place for you.

“Come on! Nicholas got us tickets for the kissing booth!” Taki, one of Ni-ki’s pals, was pulling him towards the booth and he was really not having it.

“Look, I’m sorry but I really need to find Y/n. We’re supposed to continue the horror ride together when she just quickly bolted-” and just like that, without any fair warning, Ni-ki’s been dragged forcefully by his friends up to the kissing booth platform.

You were walking like a penguin with the blindfold on as the sophomore girl assisted you to your spot on the raised platform. She changed your outfit into something different and unusual from your casual ones since the goal of this project was for fundraising while your identity was covered.

You could hear people whistling and clapping all around you but of course, you couldn’t see anything but pitch black. So you just stood there stiff on your spot, waiting for this woe to end.

Until a soft, warm grasp took you by surprise. You gasped at the sudden contact against the small of your back, gently pulling you closer. You held your breath as you felt the person’s lips almost brushing on yours. Your mind was a mess and your stomach was tied in knots.

You were so desperate to get this over with so that you could go back to your best friend and end the day with fun rides; therefore, out of character, you grabbed the person by the collar to finally connect your lips together.

The kiss later turned out something you never anticipated. Your lips went in sync with each other as the grasp on your waist became much tighter, gradually pulling you closer than before to fill in any gaps between you.

You suddenly became oblivious to everything around that you unconsciously placed your hand on the back of their neck, fingers slowly coming into contact with their smooth locks. The crowd was howling and whistling like crazy until you were snapped from your trance when you heard one of the crowd screaming your best friend’s name.

Anxiousness came running back to your senses that you quickly pushed the kisser away by the chest. “Ni-ki...” you muttered, precisely incoherent, but dear lord may the heavens redeem you, he knew that voice anywhere. You were breathing inadequately and your best friend will definitely stop at nothing to clear his curiosity. He walked closer to you as you assume his footsteps were

And all of a sudden, your blindfold has been yanked away from your eyes.

“Y/n… what are you doing here? No, wait— this is the booth your mom signed you up for?!” Your thoughts were now jumbled and you were completely overwhelmed with the situation as you were unable to form words out of your tongue anymore.

Much to your embarrassment, you bolted out from Ni-ki again and hid at the back of the booth. Ni-ki was quick enough to follow after and he grabbed you by the wrist only for you to crash against his chest. “Look at me.” Stubborn as you always were, you kept yourself hidden under his embrace.

You swear he just chuckled when you felt his chest quiver. “You know, for the first time, I think I’m gonna thank my boys for something they finally did right. Now please, Y/n, look at me.” At last, you moved your head from being snuffled against his chest and looked up at him, eyes meeting each other, but yours were glossy due to tears brimming at the edges. “Are you nervous? Shh, it’s okay.”

And at that moment, you mustered up all your courage to finally tell your best friend how you’ve been liking him for a long time now and you thought it was now or never. Well, you’ve already kissed him though, what’s there to lose?

“Ni-ki, listen, I… I like you, a lot. I have been for—” and in one fell swoop, he crashed his plump lips against yours, slowly moving in sync while savoring your spearmint-flavored mouth spray. He placed a hand on your neck as his thumb caressed your cheeks softly.

Ni-ki pulled away moments after, but he rested his forehead against yours as the tips of your noses were brushing lightly against each other. He bit his bottom lip softly and gave your nose a light bop with his pink lips as he looked at you with those beautiful brown eyes.

“And I love you. I always have. Ever since you sheepishly walked into our school library with hazy eyes hiding under those harry potter glasses of yours, fidgeting with your notebook in hand, looking for something among the shelves,” You giggled at the fact that he could still remember your first meeting way back then.

“and I guess you really did find what you were looking for because we wouldn’t be together right now if you hadn’t asked me where that biology book that Principal Kim assigned to you was hiding.”

“You purposely hid it in your backpack, dummy!”

“I did that to impress you. Can’t believe the magic worked two years after, phew.”

“At least you get to kiss her.”

“Nevertheless, I finally kissed her.” Ni-ki smirked. “Oh and uh, you look cute by the way, with your uh… ponytail.”

“Maybe I did it to impress you. Can’t believe the magic worked a few minutes later.”

“At least it worked.”

You chuckled at him and he can’t help but blush at how much you made his heart flutter. Ni-ki planted a soft and delicate peck on your forehead with both of his hands on each side of your face. Before he could even ask you, you already know in your heart the answer you’ll give him.

“To hell with all this college shit and distance. Y/n, will you go out with me?”

You bit your bottom lip, finding yourself in a tongue-tied moment.

"Ni-ki, I—"

"What's wrong? Is it the distance? Y/n, we can work it out."

"I don't know, Ni-ki. It’s just—" a heavy sigh escaped your lips before you even finished your sentence.

"Remember, I still owe you a promise that I'll dance with you on prom night."

Truth be told, you wanted to say yes. But you don't want to spend a moment with Ni-ki while being conflicted at most. It's unfair to him.

You've always been a strong believer in Heraclitus' views that everything is temporary. You hold so much comfort to the Greek philosopher's views and Ni-ki’s well aware of that.

It would be wild to think that he wouldn't try his very best to work it out with you because as far as you knew the boy, will do everything in his will to get what he wants.

And you will be sorry for the rest of your life, for the things you wasted like worn-out toys sitting under the bed, for moments you watched while sitting in the bleachers instead of being the highlight, and for the love you could've had if not for your selfish reasons.

Ni-ki watched as you slowly walked away from him, vanishing into the hazy wind of the carnival daze.

He lowered his head in defeat, not against his unreciprocated sentiments nor himself, but against you…

and now the damage was done. —

leave an ask or a message by the front desk if you want to be added to the taglist!

#enhypen fluff #enhypen ni-ki #enhypen niki #enhypen niki scenarios #enhypen drabbles #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen blurbs #enhypen timestamps #enhypen angst #enhypen niki fluff #enhypen niki drabbles #niki enhypen #enhypen niki angst #enhypen nishimura riki

94 notes · View notes

curator-on-ao3 · 1 month

Text

20 questions for fic writers

Thank you so much for tagging me, @divinemissem13! ❤️

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 127

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 660,997

3. What fandoms do you write for? Star Treks, mostly Strange New Worlds, Lower Decks, Picard, and Voyager.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Tuvok’s Secret (G): Tuvok has a secret — and he trusts only one person onboard to keep it. (Kathryn Janeway & Tuvok)

Feet on the Ground (G): Something solid slams into Kathryn’s back. She stumbles forward, bumping Mark, who in turn careens into someone else. Kathryn turns to glare at the probably inebriated party-goer who didn’t watch where they were going. But, instead, she looks up to achingly familiar dark eyes and the curves and lines of a tattoo that Kathryn spent the last eighteen months telling herself she didn’t miss. (Chakotay/Kathryn Janeway)

The Halo Effect (M): Tom Paris and Kathryn Janeway didn’t intend to fall in love. (Kathryn Janeway/Tom Paris)

Fly Me to the Moon (E): Kathryn Janeway and Tom Paris never met each other years before Voyager. Never served on a covert mission together. Never fell in love. Never planned a future together. Nope, never happened. Because a secret like that could lead to some … complex dichotomies. (Kathryn Janeway/Tom Paris)

Bad Ensign (T): Harry Kim finds out he missed out on an important part of the Starfleet Academy experience. Hilarity and dirty jokes ensue. (ensemble, friendship fic)

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes. If someone was kind enough to leave a comment, I’m going to thank them.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I used to not know how to answer this question, but I recently got a kudos on Honey, I’m Home and while that story definitely isn’t “sit down crying” angst, I feel like maybe it qualifies? (Though In the Doorway might also fit under that criteria? Both stories are Kathryn Janeway/Tom Paris, but they only get together in one of them.)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Either Feet on the Ground or Youthful Exuberance (Some Kind of Love). Feet on the Ground has Janeway and Chakotay finding their way together after their Delta Quadrant trauma (note: Chakotay is afraid to leave the Sol system for fear of getting pulled into the Delta Quadrant again — Prodigy!Chakotay didn’t exist yet when I wrote that but, from what I’ve heard, he could possibly relate). Youthful Exuberance lets our heroes, Christopher Pike and Una Chin-Riley, have all manner of ups and downs, but the tags promise a 100 percent happy ending and I was determined to deliver.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not that I’m aware of, usually.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes. Vanilla because I find that interesting to write. (I’ll read all sorts of stuff.)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I write crossovers within the Trekverse. The two craziest allowed Tuvok and Geordi LaForge to have tea together (Asunder [T] Kathryn Janeway/Tom Paris) and Shannon O’Donnell Janeway to tell Benny Russell how much his writing has meant to her (Meeting of the Minds [G] Shannon O’Donnell Janeway & Benny Russell, Kathryn Janeway & Benjamin Sisko).

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Other than by ChatGPT, not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, In the Doorway was translated into Russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, and am doing so again.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? NCC 1701

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? There’s one I technically finished about Tom Paris and Owen Paris in the aftermath of Owen’s beta canon torture by the Cardassians. But it’s really dark and I don’t know if I’ll ever edit or post it.

16. What are your writing strengths? Adaptability (to prompts), brevity, details.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I’m having trouble lately with voice and lack of vocabulary variety.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? If necessary, a beta fluent in the language can be very helpful.

19. First fandom you wrote for? I consider that to be Voyager, but recently reflected on an even earlier fandom for me.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? My most recent fic always holds a place in my heart, so Disarmed (Mirror Una Chin-Riley/Mirror Christopher Pike) is special to me, and also was an interesting mental stretch because I’d never before written sex that the characters think is good but I think isn’t good. But my all-time favorite? Youthful Exuberance (Some Kind of Love). It’s my novel length love letter to Chris and Una, and it means a lot to me.

Tagging: Tumblr has been doing this fun thing lately where I don’t see posts from people I follow. So, if you actually see this, please consider yourself tagged with no pressure. Also, in addition to the wonderful people tagged by @divinemissem13, I’m tagging @grissomesque @fiadorable @emilie786 @genius2mania @lorcaswhisky @enterprise-come-in @marymoss1971 @sun-lit-roses @kejsarinna @iamstartraveller776 @isagrimorie @emonydeborah and the fantastic folks I’m not thinking of right now because I have tag anxiety.

#tag game #20 questions for fic writers #thank you again for tagging me #divinemissem13

14 notes · View notes

my-my-my · 1 year

Note

Yeah! You are back!

Would it fancy you to do something with Aizen’s preferences when it comes to “entertainers” at a tea house in the red light district? Plz and thnx!

This one was fun to think about!! I think Aizen's tastes are particular, and as pretentious as it sounds, "refined". He's also secretive and manipulative - he's very much cognizant of how he's being viewed by others. The type of entertainers would need to make sense to what other people project Aizen to be.

But that's not to say he can't have fun 😉.

🌺 CONTEXT 🌺

Going by my limited knowledge of how the courtesan system worked in Feudal Japan (in which Sereitei is loosely modelled off of), Aizen, prior to his captaincy, would likely be entertained by oirans. I think he would have 2-3 oirans he would visit regularly, and as his rank was more established, would just really visit 2 oirans he preferred the most.

These oirans would be entertainers who were not only well-versed in traditional entertainment such as the musical kind, but also in whatever politics occur in the Sereitei.

Aizen is an intellectual person, so these oirans would need to be eager to learn and be receptive of what he shares. It's one thing to talk (he was a teacher after all), but Aizen also wants to be engaged.

Where the corruption kink might come in? Well oirans are not the highest level of courtesans, that in fact, were tayu. These entertainers did not engage in sex work and only catered to the elite.

She would be a "gift" to Aizen when he establishes his captaincy.

At the same time, this tayu wouldn't have sex with Aizen - he would need to woo her over.

But Aizen is the Master of Charm after all, so he sees it as a game between this tayu and him. When will she cave and give in?

TW: corruption kink, sex work

Tags: @stygianoir

Note: I took heavy liberties in how the courtesan system works in Sereitei. The basis is similar to how it was in Japan, but I modified it to fit Soul Society! I'll also probably flush this out more and post it on AO3 later lol.

This was Captain Aizen's fifth visit to your tea house, more specifically, fifth visit to you. You hated to admit you were counting.

You blushed deeply as you recalled the first time you met him. There were whispers in the red light district about how a lieutenant got promoted, but at the time you paid no mind.

Months went by and you nearly forgot about it, until your matron announced that you would be entertaining someone new rather than your regular, noble clan, patrons.

You had very little interactions with the captains of the 13 Court Guards. The only ones you knew of, were Captain Kyoraku (who had his own little harem of women he frequented in the district) and his friend Captain Ukitake. Your seniors would speak highly of them, but admitted that they didn't visit them as often.

Which to you, made sense, these were military captains, their visits for entertainment should be few and far between.

But that wasn't how you felt with Captain Aizen.

You hated to admit it, but you wanted him to see you more. His kindness and brilliance won you over. In your civilian clothing, you heard Soul Academy students praise him.

It made you wonder why he kept visiting you. Normally you were confident in your abilities to make men swoon. Some of your patrons (albeit drunkenly) make poems about your beauty and grace.

But Captain Aizen, no Sosuke, seemed amused by you. You were able to hold a conversation with him, but he would ask a small question, or a quick-witted comment, that left you flustered and embarrassed that you couldn't respond quickly.

At the same time, your matron became unimpressed by you as well. Unlike the few other tayus at the tea house, you still held your virginity intact. Many bidders had come forward, some from the noble clans themselves, but not Sosuke.

It bothered you. You wanted him to put himself in the running.

You knew Captains made a high salary, those who were frequented by Captain Kyoraku said as much. It wasn't like Captain Aizen couldn't afford you.

Maybe he was humouring you. Visiting you was something he did when he was bored.

But it bothered you nonetheless. Although his visits were sparse, he consumed your mind. On his 3rd visit to you, to sway his mind in putting in a bid, you mentioned casually that many nobles had begun requesting your company exclusively, that you may not be able to entertain him in the future. You wanted to spur him on with jealousy.

You recalled that moment so vividly. His gentle smile as he placed his teacup down, "That's too bad, isn't it? I'm not surprised your company is highly sought after." He told you, his deep voice soothing you, "I was hoping to enjoy your presence for a little longer though. There's still much we don't know about each other." He murmured, staring softly at you.

Those words haunted you. He was getting under your skin. And although his comments were seared into your mind, a small part of you knew it wasn't anything remotely meaningful or personal. It seemed like you had no effect on him at all...

Even tonight, as he sat across from you, sipping the tea you specifically purchased only for him, you felt like your body was on fire. He inspected your every move, from the flick of your wrist as you poured his cup, to the batting of your eyelashes as he complimented you. He was analyzing every part of your being.

But you wouldn't let him get the best of you tonight. You prepared yourself for weeks for his next visit, hoping that he would go to your matron to put in a bid.

You made notes on what to talk about, rehearsed witty comebacks and quick retorts. Something that would push him further.

"This tea is nice, but do you have any sake?" Captain Aizen asked. You nodded your head and gave him a few options of your personal favourites.

As you brought the warmed bottle and cups, you noticed he had loosened his attire. His chest was more visible, and you were more thankful than ever for the white makeup covering your skin. Your cheeks felt as if they were on fire. You bit your lip as you looked over him again. His broad shoulders, soft brown hair, strong arms and hands.

"Are you alright?" Aizen asked.

You shook your head, giving him your kindest smile, but inside you were angry at yourself for slipping like that.

But you carried on, and so did the night, with singing (Aizen accompanied you for some songs) and finally dancing. By then, you two had finished 2 bottles of sake. Aizen still seemed relatively sober, but you started to feel flushed.

You paid yourself no mind though, and kept going, wanting him to rush to your matron with payment ready - you were more than eager to spread your legs for him.

And just like that, as you danced to Aizen's voice, you tripped. Face planted right into his muscular chest.

You were mortified. But as you felt his warm, strong hand stroking your back, and the deep rumble of his voice, you felt yourself sinking further into him.

You weren't sure if it was the sake, the warmth of Captain Aizen's body, or the soft-lighting of the room, but without thinking, you gave him a kiss.

And to your surprise, he kissed back. And his grip on your body tightened. You moaned against his lips as you felt him grip the stiff cloth of your clothing, as if he was trying to grab on to your bare body, but you pushed him away.

You were panting, but he stared at you with a smirk across his face. His lips stained with your lip makeup.

Now you were annoyed. You undid a few of your sashes and robes and sat in his lap again, pulling his haori off his shoulders. You kissed him all over, your hands pulling and prying at him. You heard him pant, his grip tightening and loosening as he went over your body.

You wanted more. As you were about to pull his uniform off him, he grabbed your wrist.

"I think that's enough for tonight, little one. Let's continue again next time."

You gawked at him. The nerve! You thought to yourself as you threw yourself at him. And he had the audacity to rebuke you?!

"No!" You shouted, but not loud enough to draw attention to your room.

Aizen grinned, "and may I dare ask, why not?"

"I want you Captain Aizen" you pleaded, not realizing what you were saying, "no, I need you to touch me, please".

"Stop playing with me." You begged. You didn't realize how upset you were by his actions, "I just want to please you." You whined, fidgeting in his lap.

Aizen gripped the back of your neck as he steadied you for a kiss, then cruelly pulled your hair, snapping your head back.

"Is that so?" Aizen asked, as he looked at your face with curiosity in his eyes.

"Yes!" You pleaded again. "I don't want the others. Just you."

You winced as he gripped your hair even more, some of your hair adornments and accessories falling out. Tears pricked your eyes, but then he released you, gently massaging your head.

"Unfortunately I have to leave now, little one." Aizen said, you saw the gentleness appear in his eyes again. "But, we can meet here" he placed a note in your hands, with an address to somewhere in Rukongai. You nodded your head.

As you helped Aizen with his uniform and fix up his appearance, you gave him another quick kiss, to which he whispered in your ear, "don't come in this attire", followed by a nip to your earlobe, "wear something simple".

"Yes, sir." You murmured, as he stroked your back. You escorted him out of the teahouse and watched him leave the area. You heard your matron yell at you about not persuading Captain Aizen for a bid, but you felt euphoric. You retired to your room and slept peacefully.

-------------------

No one at the teahouse understood what had happened to you in the following days. You rejected all your bids and left. There were whispers that maybe "she wasn't cut out for the job", "not everyone has the skills to be a tayu". Harsh words that would've left you in tears, but now? You didn't care.

You only wanted Captain Aizen's attention. And here you were, on your knees in a small house in Rukongai, your mouth wrapped around his cock.

Aizen smirked at you as tears streamed down your face. "Good girl" he murmured, tucking your hair behind your ear, and pulling your head off his cock. You gasped as saliva dribbled down your chin, with a trail linking your mouth to his cock, "not even the beauty of a full moon could compare to the sight of you like this".

"Thank you for your kind words, Aizen-sama". Aizen's smirk grew deeper as you flashed him a genuine smile.

#aizen sousuke #sousuke aizen #aizen sosuke #sosuke aizen #bleach writings #aizen x reader #aizen headcanon #bleach #answered #anonymous #aizen smut #aizen x you #aizen sosuke smut #bleach smut #bleach x reader #aizen x y/n

75 notes · View notes

cee-grice · 4 months

Note

Happy WBW! I noticed your tags on a post where you mentioned magic ethics and I'm curious - are there any magical laws or anything else related to ethics with magic that you'd like to mention? I'd love to hear about how that functions in your world.

hi!! thanks for the ask!! it's such a fun one, because this IS a very interesting topic to me that I'd love to talk about more haha

also. I fucking lied. I said 'a slight bit' of discussion, but actually, there's a LOT of discussion of this in the story lmaoo. idk why I said a bit??? it's literally at the center of the conflict??? holy hell omg i'm tired

okay, so. magic ethics is HUGE in my setting, to the point where there's a whole separate branch of law that's dedicated to all the minutiae of it. it's... quite a complicated topic ahaha.

(also, I'm gonna be covering the ethics of magic in just One country, where the story takes place, but I wanted to mention that this stuff does vary from place to place)

so, first things first. to perform magic, you need a magia conduit. to get a magia conduit, you need a license. to get a license, you need to have finished appropriate studies in appropriate institutions (most commonly, magic-focused academies, but some specialized vocational schools offer it, too), so it's definitely not a thing Anyone can do. and you can very much lose that license for misconduct (this is, of course, not mentioning anything outside the law lol).

ethical violations are the most common reason people lose their licenses. broadly speaking, using magic on/against other people is, in most cases, not allowed. this affects some areas more than others - for example, charm magic, which is essentially manipulation of the psyche. this branch of magic is the most heavily regulated, for obvious reasons lol. it helps that, 1) in most cases, people can tell they've been charmed afterwards (it takes a very adept charm user to fully conceal it), and 2) magic always leaves a trace, so even if the person doesn't remember, it can still be uncovered if they'd been charmed, even a long time ago. rule of thumb is that you may only charm someone if they had given their consent, but even that can get pretty muddy lol

of course, an entirely different set of ethics apply to magic academies and research institutions. which is where some major parts of my story's conflict rise from, actually lol

essentially... wow, I'm struggling to condense everything here because the whole story is very much intertwined heavily with this topic, but. a huge part of magic advancements come from research done on people - specifically those afflicted with magical conditions. ''but wait!'' I hear you say. ''isn't it forbidden to do magic on people?" well! depends. to put it very simply, every study needs to get approved by an ethical committee, who weight the potential harm the subjects may experience vs the potential knowledge gained from the study. and potential knowledge is the most valued aspect of any study (or person).

thus, if you can prove that your study could hugely advance the understanding of some part of magic, then, in terms of ethics, you can get away with a lot.

now, this brings us to an interesting part of the justice system. depending on the severity of a mage's transgression, their punishment may range from a temporary suspension of their license to the death penalty (which, fun fact, Quil almost got HA). somewhere in the middle of that falls exile. and that is by far the most popular form of punishment for disgraced mages (only those who are deemed active threats to society get locked up, which in academia circles happens quite rarely).

why? well. I'd love to go in depth, but this is already getting too long lol. guess you'll have to wait to read the story to get the full picture! but, putting it shortly, remember what I mentioned about potential? yeah. there's also a reason why those exiled mages don't actually get their magia conduits confiscated... sure, other countries would confiscate them if they chose to travel there, but there's the whole Wilderness! you can do whatever there! you can even continue your...studies...that got you exiled.... hm. hmm.....

also, here, have this snippet:)

But of course she dared. From the moment he’d walked through Cielle Academy’s doors, he’d given them his life, and even death hadn’t been enough to release him. He’d died, and yet they still dragged him back. Because it hadn’t been the right time. Because they hadn’t given him permission. There was a reason, after all, why exile was such a popular punishment for disgraced mages. Let them see how life looked like beyond all they’d ever known, let them see exactly what they’d lost, and when the Academy graciously offered them forgiveness, they’d come running back like starved dogs. Never again would they dare step out of line. Never again would they betray the Academy's trust. Because it was where they belonged.

well, anyway. I love complicated and perhaps-kinda-immoral ethics lol

#wbw #wwcc worldbuilding #wwcc wip #oop this got long ahaha #can u tell i'm p passionate about this topic lol #ty for this ask omg #:DD

6 notes · View notes

web-novel-polls · 6 months

Text

Silliest Pre-Isekai Death Tournament Submissions

Who died in the silliest and clownishness of fashions? Who's death makes you go, "how did that even happen?" Submit the silliest pre-isekai death here!

Rules

Must be a character that has been Isekai-ed (reborn in another world).

Reincarnation into the same world or revival (where the character is essentially the same) does not count unless a considerate amount of time has passed. If a character is immediately revived (Ex: Morlock from Handyman Saitou), it does not count

Please describe how they died. It can be only a few words, but feel free to write as much as you want

Submissions CLOSED

Tag: #silliest pre isekai death tournament

Current Character List below the cut

[Last Updated: February 3rd, 2024]

(Submit these characters to make sure they get in & add propaganda!)

Reinhardt from The Demon Prince Goes to the Academy

Cause of Death: High blood pressure from reading mean comments on his novel(s) :(

Submission:

He was a writer and his novels were SO shitty. Every novel had shallow characters, tons of plot holes, and it ended up with "and then meteor hits and everyone dies". The readers were, simply put, NOT happy. They constantly wrote stuff like "what the hell is going on in author's head?!?" "the author can't even do basic story telling i could rewrite it even without trying"

Reinhardt saw these comments and... dropped dead on spot. That's right. He died of haterz.

When he saw own body, plopped dead on keyboard before a screen with displayed haters, there was a grim reaper. Turns out, he pissed off SO many people and to such level, it amassed him bad karma to such degree he was going to go to hell

That's right, shitty writing is a SIN and he was NOT going to see the pearly gates of heaven

To atone for the greatest sin of being pisspoor writer, instead of going to hell, he was given other option, to live as a character in one of his novels. But, as said before, they were Bad. None had a happy ending. So he only could choose a lesser evil.

Which, turned out to be a character in an initial setting, meaning right under the siege.

Shen Qingqiu from The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System

Submission 1:

He died from reading this long running webnovel that he would faithfully pay for legally, abd then rip apart every little thing about it he didnt like. It was bad. He read the last chapter, and was so angry either he ate spoiled yogurt when he wasnt looking and died of food poisoning, or choked to death on a bun. Later he would meet the author who also isekaied into it, and then said author would say that he was a super fan.

Submission 2:

died from choking on a bao lmao loser (affectionate) and then tripped on some wires and extra-died by electrocuting himself

Submission 3:

Okay it gets a bit complicated here but. There are a few versions of how it happened. In the first he is reading shitty Web novel and gets so fucking angry at the ending that he just spontaneously combusts and isekai's into the scum villain in the very novel he was flaming. In the second be chokes on a bao (while flaming the novel's ending) and dies, again isekai'ing into the scum villain. The only fact that makes the second death funnier is that the novel he is reading is a heterosexual harem collecting story that is slowly changed into gay fantasy romance through the events of SVSSS's plot, which makes the "choking on balls to death" thing so fucking much funnier

Shen Qianling from Everywhere in Jianghu is Wonderful

Submission: The ceiling above him broke just as he was receiving his first ever acting award. RIP bro and good luck on your new gay marriage (the transmigration freebie)

Shang Qinghua from The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System

Submission: Got too excited roasting a hater which lead to him spilling his noodles which led to him electrocuting himself. All because he was making fun of mr.Peerless Cucumber's masochistic attachment to his novel

Ye Jiayao / Ye Jinxuan from Meng Qi Shi Shen (donghua) / Cinderella Chef

Submission: A celebrity chef who accidentally poisoned herself while trying to create a new recipe. RIP girl what the hell were you thinking. What the hell were writers thinking.

Myne / Urano Motosu from Ascendance of a Bookworm

Submission: Titular 'bookworm' who got crushed to death under a pile of books. This did nothing to diminish her love for reading though. Too bad she reincarnated into a world where printing press wasn't invented yet...

[REJECTED] Octavian from Heroes of Olypmus

Submission: my dude was preparing an onager [old roman catapult], and he was wearing too much gold, and ended up getting thrown when the onager fired, firing him along with it. MY BOI DIED BECAUSE HE HAD TOO MUCH DRIP. [he doesn't have a canon last name either 👁💧👄💧👁]

Image Link

REJECTED - Octavian was not Isekai-ed or reborn. He just died.

Dealer’s Choice

Boxxo from Reborn as a Vending Machine, I Now Wander the Dungeon

A lover of vending machines that died trying to save a vending machine from falling off the back of a truck over a cliff

Pastry from Sweet Reincarnation

Cause of Death: crushed by a giant candy sculpture

#submissions #silliest pre isekai death tournament #not a poll #tumblr tournaments #character death #character death mention #queue #my submissions

8 notes · View notes

shadowofroses · 2 years

Text

Opening Up

Demon Slayer

Might be a part of the Teaching Abroad idea I pitched a while back also will be evolving into a smut, but this here isn't smut. Pairing: Reader x Rengoku Kyojuro Warnings: Insecurities, mentions of stupid pranks, American Education, ex narcissistic lover, angst, Fluff, dark humor towards self.(if I forget anything please let me know if I need to tag it)

Part 2

Summery: As the English Teacher at Kimetsu Academy, you learn to open up more towards your colleagues regardless of what was pounded into your head from the past.

Story:

In the beginning, you were a mousy thing, unless of course you were teaching English that was. You were very inspired by the History teacher’s attitude, speaking loudly, with passion. Infact within the first few months of starting at Kimetsu Academy you saw an increase of grades, None of your students got below a B, and this you celebrated, and at the same time, reminded them, that their mental health is more important than their grades.

One thing you always vowed to yourself, was to be a better teacher than the ones that educated you. And it certainly helped being around positive charged attitudes of your peers.

However whenever a fellow teacher tried to strike up conversation you would freeze, unless the subject of discussion was something you were passionate about you were rather bashful of not wanting to interrupt conversations.

Turns out having a previous lover who was a Narcissist, and the American Educational system can really do a number on one's self consciousness.

Was probably even better that you were Teaching in Japan currently.

The two people you opened up to the most was Kyojuro and Kanae. You conversed with the other teachers when spoken to. Which led to one conversation.

Tengen popped a bubble of gum he was chewing. “So, (Last Name), Been enjoying teaching here in Japan?”

You nodded with a shy smile. “I’m still in the honeymoon phase, I don’t think I want to go back to America.”

Something sparked in Tengen’s eyes, and he doggedly gave his friend Kyojuro a look. “Honeymoon phase? Speaking of such, are you interested in anyone?”

While you blushed slightly, your heart screamed yes as your mind went to the flame haired man in the room. “Even if I was, I doubt anyone would be interested in me anyway.” another bubble gum pop.

Suddenly you were very conscious of every eye on you. “Not very Flamboyant of you! You’re a flashy woman, I don’t see how you don’t have a line of men…or women behind you.”

You felt insecurity step in, and you snorted out a laugh. Tengen frowned not understanding what was funny. You coughed realizing you made an awkward atmosphere. “Sorry…um, self conscious reflecting, first person that asked me on a date was an April Fools Prank, and the one person that claimed they loved me was married and was using me, so…Easier for me to deal with things with dark humor. Forgive me.”

You went to stand up to leave but Kanae jumped up. Grabbing your wrist. “Forgive Tengen he is rather a forthright person. He just assumes everyone is a hopeless romantic like him.”

Tengen raised an eyebrow, at that but shrugged “Right, So have you gotten any while over here?”

Your eyes raised sharply, “what makes you think I…”

Kyojuro’s hand met your shoulder, and he gave a sharp look at Tengen, “Out of Line my friend! This is a School, where we work, not ask about personal lives!”

After that, Tengen apologized and chilled out, he asked you to join the other teachers in their outings outside of school so that everyone could get to know you. Even offering to pay for drinks or volunteering Kyojuro to buy everyone’s drinks.

But there is no reason for anyone to waste money on me.

Every time Kyojuro heard something like this come from you his chest twisted. He wanted to embrace you in a strong, warm hug. Take away all of the self doubts, that was projected onto you. He wanted to kick your ex lovers ass. Wanting nothing more than to kiss you, making you feel so loved that you completely forgot everything negative projected onto you.

It filled Kyojuro’s heart to recognize that he was falling hard for you. What was difficult was asking you out.

You could do better than me!

Eventually he settled for asking you to a coffee shop to help him grade essays. Not being Stalkerish, but he knew your coffee order already, and would already buy it for you before you showed up. Maybe you just had to feel more comfortable around him one on one.

You would question, offer to pay, only to resign and accept your free coffee fate.

Midway through one essay, which was on Medieval Armor, and half way through a muffin, you choked, Causing Kyojuro to go wide eyed, “Are you okay?!”

You swallowed, feeling your face flush from the attention, and gave him a closed eyed smile, “yeah! I almost forgot something.” You rubbed your neck laughing, “While we were on our way to Japan, you technically placed a couple of orders of chainmaille, which you also bought the Materials, I actually got the four in one shirt done. If you could come to my place to pick it up it would be great cause it’s at least a hundred pounds. Sixty pounds…I mean twenty seven Kilograms….”

Kyojuro’s eyes widened at that, “Wow! So heavy?!”

You nodded, “Mhm, I could have done it in Aluminum but It most likely wouldn’t hold up for a while.”

Kyojuro shook his head as he stood up and gave you a hug, “No, Steel is Perfect! Thank you so much and yes! I’ll stop by your place!” He beamed down at you as you gulped at the closeness of his face to yours. He tilted his head seeing a familiar look in your eyes.

Longing.

Your heart pounded as his hand lifted to your chin, and raised your face, and he lowered his till his forehead touched yours. “May I kiss you?” Your heart skipped a beat, You don’t know what sounds came out of your mouth but he only smiled, “If you don’t want me to, I understand…” Kyojuro reluctantly moved gently away hoping you would say yes.

Respectful, always respectful.

“Ye..yes…” you whispered, he didn’t hear it, but read your lips, he softly descended onto your lips. Tasting the honeyed chapstick you usually applied to them.

The two of you forgot where you were, and heard an applause, and a couple of whistles. You broke away and buried your face into Kyojuro’s chest while his face and ears turned red, but the grin on his face never went away. He brushed his thumb against your cheek, and gave a gentle smile, “Hey, let me finish up these essays, and we’ll head out.”

Kyojuro moved to sit next to you as opposed to across from you this time. His arm brushing yours wanting contact with you. Your heart is still pounding. You shook your head of the sudden giddiness that filled your chest. “Um…I thought you wanted my help with those?”

Kyojuro gave a mischievous grin, “I…may have asked you to help to hang out with you.”

“Oh…” Sudden bout of insecurity sinks in. “Are you sure…you…want to…”

Kyojuro frowned, throwing an arm around your shoulders pulling you in closer, and kissing you on the head. “I’m positive.” he continued to work on the last couple of essays. And he paused in thought, “Are you still going to decline dates?”

You blushed, “I’ve never been on a date, so…It’s not necessary…”

Kyojuro sat straight up in shock. “NONSENSE! I want to spend time with you (Name)!”

You gave a soft smile, and punched back the negative thoughts. “Alright, if you insist, don’t tell me so I can’t decline.”

Kyojuro’s hair fluffed at that, “Surprise dates?! I like it!” you couldn’t help but to giggle at that.

Maybe it was time to try to open back up.

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kyoujurou x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #I projected so hard into this

100 notes · View notes

abbatoirablaze · 7 months

Text

Captain Penisi, Chapter 3

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: jealousy, slight angst.

“What’s going on here?” Eddie asked as he noticed a school bus outside of the station, “we got another group of fourth graders that we gotta babysit for the education system?”

“Worse. It’s the academy students making their rounds through the stations,” Granny groaned as he looked at Captain Penisi, “What are you doing down here on the floor with us? Aren’t you and the chief supposed to be heading these things up? How don’t you remember?”

Eddie shrugged, “so what? It didn’t make the top of my calendar. No big deal. I’m great at public speaking and I can think on the fly…and do you know why? It’s because I’m Eddie Penisi!”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll love this tour,” Granny chuckled as he started walking away from the captain, “they already roped chief in and he’s been taking them around the outside of the station to show them the lot. I think he was stalling so that you’d have to do the tour with him. Oh, and cap…the academy has someone tagging along on the tour that doesn’t normally do it.”

“Who?”

“And this is my home station,” an all too familiar voice called out loudly, interrupting his very question. Granny took his leave, and made his way over to the edge of the floor where Ike and Andy were doing chores and cleaning up. Eddie grimaced, as his father came into view, smiling broadly; his arms spread out as he gestured to the floor Behind him, Terry was walking, eyes rolling, “stationhouse twenty-four! And right now, my daughter’s husband is the chief, and my son is the captain on the A-shift! But long before I was the commissioner, I was the chief of this amazing station! Does anyone have any questions?”

“Gampy, can you tell the story about the time the-“

“Lucy, I’m sure your grandfather doesn’t want to tell the story of-“

“Actually, Terry, I’d love to!” Commissioner Penisi smiled as he started his story about the time he’d rushed into a fire where an explosion ripped into his back.

Eddie felt himself smiling as he saw a familiar doctor who had made her way over to where Granny, Ike, and Andy were rolling the hose. He was quick to make his way over as well.

“Funny…I didn’t think you were a recruit…”

“Oh-uh, Captain Penisi,” Auggie smiled politely as she held up her notebook, “I-I’m not. Not for the academy anyways. Today, I’m lucky enough to be the representative with the hospital. I’m actually supposed to be on the tour today to speak with each of the EMT’s at the stations for my next rotation in the ED.”

“Ahhh…” Eddie replied shortly, “still though…shouldn’t you stay with your group? You’re on the tour, after all. You should be paying attention to what the commissioner is saying.”

“I-I’m sorry, Captain Penisi,” she muttered as her head dipped. She looked quickly at the boys and bit her lip, “I-I’ll talk to you guys later, I guess…”

The guys watched as she found her way back to the group, which then started in towards the kitchen and breakroom.

Granny playfully hit Eddie’s shoulder, “dang cap, what was that about?”

“What was what?”

“When did you become the hardass?” Granny quipped, “you jus-“

“I wasn’t a hardass!” he proclaimed, looking at Andy, “tell Granny, Mywani!”

“You were…a little short with her…weren’t you?” Andy asked carefully, not wanting to entirely contradict the captain, “I mean….it wasn’t really all that nice to just push her away when she’s supposed to be talking to the medic.”

Eddie’s brow rose, and he looked towards the door, where the tour had already gone through, “what? No. I was being playful. Joking.”

“I don’t know, cap,” Ike said nervously as he shook his own head, “it sounded kind of mean…like you were mad that she was talking to us instead of being with the group.”

“I was being playful!”

“It didn’t sound very playful…” Granny added in, “sounded like you were annoyed by her coming over to us!”

Eddie looked back to the door once again and he felt a bit of guilt rising up in his chest. Ever since he’d heard her announce to Lucy that she’d had a crush on him, he’d been walking around the station a little taller.

Yeah, he was used to women flirting with him, just as he had to them, but there was something about Auggie that made him feel victorious, just knowing she was interested. But hearing how the guys thought he wasn’t being kind to her put a definite stutter in his step.

“You guys really thought I was being mean?”

“You kinda kicked her away from talking to us…”

“No, I didn’t.”

“You really did!” Terry pointed out, joining the conversation.

“No one asked you!” Eddie grumbled. Terry chuckled, clapping Eddie on the shoulder.

“No one had to, Eddie!”

“I like her though!” Granny smiled, bringing the conversation back to the original point, “she seems really nice.”

“She did seem really nice…” Ike agreed thoughtfully.

“You guys talked to her for thirty seconds…max. How would you know?”

“She just seemed really genuine!” Andy shrugged, “only person from the hospital that tries to talk to us is Vickie…I don’t ever remember a representative actually coming and talking to us when the tours went on.”

“And she’s really, really nice!”

“Yeah Ike…” Andy chuckled, clapping the larger guy on the shoulder, “you just think she’s cute…”

“Oh man, she never answered my question!” Ike began, realizing that they hadn’t finished the conversation, “Guys…she never-“

But Ike stopped himself when he saw the first of the recruits sliding down the pole.

“What are you talking about?” Eddie asked quickly, looking between the trio.

“I-uh…it was-“

“Hey…Ike…”

Ike stopped speaking once more when he saw Auggie running up to him.

“Oh-uh, hey Auggie…” he smiled, leaning up against the truck. When he couldn’t get comfortable, he shifted again, placing one hand over his head and leaning against the truck, “what’s up?”

“I just…uh…in case I don’t get the chance later,” she offered politely, giving Eddie a momentary glance before handing Ike a piece of paper, “I just wanted to give you, my number.”

Granny and Andy looked at one another, before turning their attention to the EMT who was blushing. Ike swept his hair from his face and reached out, taking the piece of paper, “oh…yeah…yeah, I-“

“And by the way…I’d love to go out with you later tonight and get some drinks!” she smiled, before bouncing away from the group of firefighters and back to the rest of the group.

Andy and Granny’s eyes went wide, and they silently began hitting Ike’s chest and shoulders.

“You did it man,” Granny grinned, “she said yes!”

“So where are you going to take her?” Andy asked playfully.

All the while, Eddie’s rage grew inside of him. He kept hearing her voice drunkenly admitting that she’d had a crush on him. He kept seeing how cute she looked, getting ready to go to the concert. And it was making him quickly feel dizzy.

She’d accepted a date with Ike.

But she was supposed to have had a crush on him.

Eddie snatched the piece of paper out of his hand and threw it on the floor. The guys looked at their captain, shocked by his actions.

“What was that cap?”

“Be happy I don’t tear it up,” Eddie grumbled, already feeling the rage boiling over, “you’re a firefighter…and you’re on duty. You don’t need to be picking up chicks! Or asking out anyone on the tour while you’re supposed to be working!”

“Come on, cap…we’ve all seen you flirting with women on duty.”

“And in gear!” Ike said quickly, adding it into Granny’s previous statement, “what’s so bad about me asking Auggie out? She’s really cute…and she’s interested in what I have to say.”

“Toilet duty,” Eddie growled, turning on his heel to stalk away from the men, “Toilet duty for a week, Crystal!”

Chapter 4

#captain penisi #eddie penisi #tacoma fd #firefighter #firefighters #ike crystal

14 notes · View notes

obsidiancreates · 1 year

Text

Since I'm on a break from writing, here are some of my fave fanfics I've written and posted to AO3, all of them completed/no WIPS

I have a shitton more here in Tumblr, literally hundreds, but I do not feel like trying to wrangle with the search system. If you're curious about my works on here go to the Archive tab and find the My Attempts At Fanfic tag

This one is a fluffy ship fic for Dakavendish of Milo Murphy's Law, 7 parts 5,126 words. Just fluff and realizations of feelings, one of my first proper delves into writing sappy romance stuff.

Danny Phantom AU, what of he was born a halfa and his parents were good parents about it? Mostly fluff but there is an attempted kidnapping/stalking by Vlad, he gets his ass beat at the end by Maddie and a small child Jazz. 1 part, 7,453 words.

The Hobbit Jackson Movies, AU where The Ring falls out of Bilbo's pocket when Thorin is about to toss him over the ramparts and they get into a nasty fight, parallels Ring Maddness with Dragon Sickness, all from Balin's POV. 1 part, 1,858 words.

Our Flag Means Death AU, Badminton killed Stede at the end of episode 9 and Stede's ghost now roams the oceans in a dinghy looking for Ed, Ed finds the ghost. Pure angst and hurt/no comfort with a bittersweet ending. 1 part, 963 words.

The Umbrella Academy AU where Viktor and Klaus work together to hone Klaus's powers I'm secret from the time they're 10 and ultimately this fixes Literally Everything For Everyone, except Reggie because Fuck Reggie. 1 part, 4,766 words.

TMNT 2012 AU, Heart of Evil but Raph goes with Donnie instead and gets hurt, ultimately resulting in Donnie killing Vizioso and Raph helping cover it up plus some Donnie angst because he doesn'thandle it well. Raph's POV. 1 part, 1,892 words.

DHMIS, sort of a character study/headcanon experimental type fic surrounding Red Guy before sunrise trying to cling onto his ideals before the day starts and resets him. 1 part, 577 words.

#my attempts at fanfic #dhmis #dakavendish #tmnt 2012 #ofmd #danny phantom #the hobbit #the umbrella academy

29 notes · View notes

dimiclaudeblaigan · 1 year

Text

Twitter Tagging System =/= Tumblr Tagging System

I know a lot of people are moving to Tumblr from Twitter after all the chaos, so I’m writing this in hopes people will be able to interact with others better if they understand the tagging system for Tumblr as it is when I’m writing this.

Your biggest reminder for tags: This is a blogging website.

General tagging system and how people use it:

On Twitter people have always written #theirtaghere to tag their posts within the post itself. Tags on Twitter exist for people to find your post - in other words, directly for engagement of the content posted.

On Tumblr, tags (not written directly in the post itself) are used for two things primarily: Getting your post out to a wider audience outside of just your followers, and for blog organization as well as to be able to find posts on your blog later.

Twitter has never had an archive system where you can search a tag to find all your tagged posts later. Tumblr has this. In other words, for example, if you’re in a fandom, you may find posts where two or more characters are interacting. The post may be tagged with all of the characters involved in the post, but you may not like whatever opinions or comments are on the post. However, it’s not necessarily tagged specifically so people who are fans of what was tagged will see your hot takes. Chances are, it’s so they can access it at any time via their blog, as tags are searchable on our own accounts here.

What you can do to avoid your not necessarily positive fandom commentary (or hot takes you don’t want people seeing) from going into searchable tags is to avoid tagging the fandom or characters involved in the post that you don’t feel highly about, only tagging the one(s) you aren’t being negative about (ex. I love this character but I hate this character, so I’ll avoid tagging the character I hate so it won’t show up in people’s search results where they’ll be looking for nice, positive content or they probably wouldn’t be in that search).

This is NOT the same as tagging on Twitter (or writing out full search keywords on Twitter which also picks things up and puts them in searches where people will be looking for positive content of what they like). Tags on Tumblr only go into searchable tags if the post is a new post and not a reblog. If you do hate that one fandom or character, you can write the name out in full in your tags if it’s a reblog! Reblog tags are literally just there for archiving purposes. They won’t show up in searches.

Another way of being able to tell if someone is just tagging a new, non-reblog post for archiving: are they using the fandom/character’s full title/name? For example, are they using only a fandom abbreviation (ex. some people might tag Attack on Titan as AoT, The Umbrella Academy as TUA, or A Song of Ice and Fire as ASoIaF)? They may be trying to avoid putting something into the main tag but want it available to be found on their blog (this is not always the case, but you should always keep in mind that it might be before engaging with their post).

Same with characters name: for example, since this blog is fandom specific, I don’t need to use full names because I know who everyone is within this blog’s fandom, so I only use first names. That’s an example of tagging for archiving purposes - only tagging it so it can be found later and not necessarily for it to be found in searches. Unfortunately some characters do have very unique names that you won’t find in other/a lot of other fandoms, so they’ll show up in tags using only first names, but generally if you’re actively looking for post engagement, you’re going to be typing out the character’s full name if they have one.

Also, people tend to use tags to continue their thoughts if they’re offhand thoughts less related to the topic in the post (such as going off on a semi-unrelated tangent but it’s on their mind). You may see lengthy conversational tags! It’s just something people here do to add to their thoughts and express them without mixing those thoughts with the main post when they may not totally fit in with it.

On that note, you may also see people reply in the tags instead of directly on the post. Often this is a way of adding one’s thoughts to the post but not necessarily wanting it to circulate on the post. Your tags will stay only on your blog, so the next reblogger that finds the post through you won’t reblog it having your thoughts all over it (unless they really loved your tags, in which case they may reblog it with your tags, which is generally a compliment here). If you want your thoughts to be potentially reblogged you can of course reply on the post itself - just remember that those thoughts may be seen by a lot of people depending on the post going around. Some people also use tags as a way to compliment artists and writers. When people reblog art and writing, they probably don’t want some random person’s comments on the art or writing they’re enjoying (and will have to go to the OP’s version of the post from their blog to get the original without the comments on it). They probably want to just reblog the OP’s work. Your tags can be seen by the OP in their notes activity, so leave all your kind, warm, fuzzy compliments in the tags so they can read them! Sometimes they may even send you an ask or a message in response if they have something to say!

One last thing to note for general tagging: USE SPACES IN YOUR TAGS HOLY HELL YEEHAW MOTHERTRUCKER TRUCKING ON THE HIGHWAY. Do NOT write “AttackonTitan” or “ASongofIceandFire” as a tag, because Tumblr users don’t use the search function that way! You’re not going to get engagement if that’s what you're looking for! When you’re writing in that little #tags bar under your post, just write out the full series name/character name with spaces.

Avoiding negative interaction:

So say you want to avoid people finding your content altogether because people can be jerks and will send you hate. You can make your own tags for things. Tags you can consider trying out are things like “[user’s name here]’s rambles” or “[fandom name/character name negativity]”.

Now, if people look up “x fandom/character negativity” despite loving the thing in question and engage with posts in there, that’s their own fault and they deserve to be upset for looking into the tag in the first place. Maybe don’t look into a tag you know you won’t like the content of.

On that same train of thought, if you see a post with commentary about something you like but it’s negative and you hate it, make sure you check how it’s tagged before flying into a rage on the person. If you looked at the Attack on Titan tag and you found hate for Armin or something, but how dare they, you love Armin!... don’t reply to it with your bullshit. Don’t send them hate. Don’t even interact with the post. Scroll past it and move on. Why? Because you found that post in the general fandom tag, not the Armin Arlert tag.

Now, if you do find hate for Armin in the Armin Arlert tag, let me tell you, that’s super shitty of the person to tag his full name with their hate. If you’re tagging something that you’re hating on, you know people are going to find that post when they look through the tag. People look through tags to find content they enjoy, not to see someone bitching about what they love. Don’t be the annoying asshole who tags your hate with a character’s full name. Yes, even if it’s for archiving purposes for your own blog. Just use another tag, such as just his first name (as people will usually be searching for full names when looking for content they enjoy due to some names being very common throughout fandoms/series). If you prefer to use a totally custom tag, that works too!

HOWEVER! Dearies, if you see hate in a tag and you love the subject of the tag, please just block the person and move on. Don’t waste your time and energy sending them anything about it just to let them know you’re angry/upset. If you think it might have been an accident/unintentional because the person is not aware of how the Tumblr tagging systems works, feel free to drop them an ask or message (if messages for non-mutuals is allowed by them on their blog which can be found in your blog’s settings), but BE POLITE about it. Just kindly inform them in case they’re unaware. If they reply to you being a fuckwad jerk about it, block them and move along. Again though, just do your best not to engage with tagged negativity (or negativity at all if you can help it).

Tumblr is a blogging site for long form content (the complete opposite of Twitter) and nowadays also artwork, so people are going to want to tag their posts to find them later! Just be mindful of how you tag things, and be mindful of how you interact with posts that you may not agree with.

#Tumblr Etiquette #And yes this post might unfortunately show up in the three fandoms I used as examples here simply because I wrote them out even though they #so I'm sorry to the three fandoms if you see this post show up in your fandom stuff. Tumblr tagging is a wild place too sometimes #Also if you're confused about anything bc it takes me a lot of words to explain myself... send an ask if you want clarification lol #Why am I writing all this? Because there are a LOT of Twitter users coming in who have never used Tumblr #and the sites are as different as day and night for their overall and general usage #You're not just moving from one social media site to another #You're moving to an entirely different platform with a whole different structure #with a whole lot of very different-minded people who aren't used to engaging with content the same way you've been

31 notes · View notes