barbarian!bakugo + buying apples. you’ll notice I didn’t put any work into this making it more … fantasy-like. And that’s bc… I still couldn’t figure out how😞
(warning: misogyny, you are described as a maiden / dress wearing, you have a pa, world building sucks, bakugo … doesn’t talk)
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Being the only maiden on one of barbarian!Bakugo’s cross country journeys. I’m not sure yet how or why you’re there, but I’d say he’s traveling and one of his fellow clansmen took you as a prize, or maybe you just hitched a ride on their cart yourself.
But they stop in a small village one day, parking their horses at the edge of a town square of cobblestone and brick, merchant booths surrounding the small shops: of butchers and farmers and fishermen and traders, all rowdy and beaming as they show off their wares.
The men split up (the one with green hair in a leather vest declaring he needs a blacksmith, the lanky one with dark bangs in the direction of new snare wire), though the bulky blonde one (the one in thick furs and pelts who’s never really spoken to you) stays around, picking at the shiny, pink apples of a booth quite close to where the cart you sit on in boredom is parked.
“Five gold for a sack, sir” the man behind the creaky, wooden stand says. He’s stout, thin-haired and wrinkly, all his years in the sun selling fruit showing proudly on his tanned skin. He gestures to the wide array of fruits, each like a piece of candy he wants to show off.
Bakugo (you think his name his, or rather, that’s how he was introduced to you by the redhead with unnaturally sharp teeth, biggest of the group) glances up, frown thin and tense and blood red eyes narrowed. His shoulders shift, the muscles of his exposed stomach rippling as he breathes, the smooth skin of his forehead pinching as if he’s calculating a sale just as he would any other battle or raid.
The sign next to both the men clearly states that apples are two gold a sack. Pears are three, plums are one. “But I’ll give you a deal for four gold,” the man continues.
The blonde ponders, inspecting the apples diligently as if they could be poison, or a waste of a trade. His eyes narrow slightly, lips pursing, and you realize, in his reaching for coin, the intuition he so usually takes pride in (saving the men once from a brutal hound attack, and you, too, another time when a swamp dweller caught the hem of your trousers) is not there… and that they don’t use the same alphabet. Maybe he can’t even… read.
“For two gold,” you call.
Both parties look to you. One set of eyes in an suspicious glare, the other in a tart and angry bitterness. The merchant’s leathery face sinks into a melted frown, his fists clenching as your own hand shields your eyes from the bright sun and hides a protective squint.
“Didn’t your pa ever tell you not to meddle in grown men’s business?” he half-shouts back, the laugh in his voice now tangled with a snarl, downright and plain rude.
“The sign says two,” swinging off your seat, you smooth down your simple frock as you point to the wooden board stained with charcoal that’s hung up next to him. “One sack of apples for two gold.”
Bakugo’s eyebrows raise for the briefest of seconds, then fall in another glare as his hand drops from where he holds his coin (in small, canvas bag tied to his belt with thin, leather cord. It sags against his hip, his pants dipping and uncovering a v-line that descends further into a region you’ve only seen once; at a bathing river in the hills, the bare curve and marks of your own hips exposed—)
“Don’t know where you picked up letters, missy,” the merchant scoffs. “Reading is men’s work.”
You approach the barbarian’s side, his head (messy with hair) tilted towards you as he watches on in silence. From the pocket of your dress, you take out two gold of your own and flick them on the table before you.
“My pa taught me how.”
Then you take Bakugo’s hand (thick and rough and hard to hold) in one of yours and march right back to the horses and cart. Bag of sweet, pink apples in the other.
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sharing my moment of clarity (preceded by like months of stupidity lmfao) bc this seems like the right moment for it:
I could not figure out why/how Buggy of all people ended up having the longest, prettiest, most luscious mermaid hair when we got to Impel Down, and it has plagued my thoughts literally since we watched it like 8 months ago.
He can't cut his hair. That's why. It's long and he has to take care of it and find ways to put it up bc he can't. physically cut it. chop chop fruit.
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It is wild to me how many people are like, "hahaha op's speech did nothing," as if I am running and participating in these polls to get validation for my blorbo. If I just wanted to be content with my blorbo, I would absolutely not be tossing him up on a platform to be heckled for a week straight. I would be retreating to some echo chamber Discord server to experience the emotional equivalent of everyone gathering around and petting a puppy.
I literally do not think Essek is going to win this poll! I do not think he is going to win the tournament! I seeded Laerryn number one for a reason! For a number of factors I think it would be very difficult for anyone to beat her! I literally put him and Laerryn on the same side of the bracket so that they would not end up in the final, because I did not think it was going to be an interesting fight! We as a fandom beat "Laerryn could smash any wizard in Exandria without contest" into the ground weeks ago! I considered writing a stump speech just for kicks for every semifinalist, because I like to argue things and I love playing up a ridiculous and meaningless kayfabe!
But like, Laerryn has swept many polls, and it's deeply boring to me if she wins in a landslide. I am a polling nerd, and I can confirm that no one watches landslide races. They are not interesting. And this is fully just for the fun of it, so I am gonna make it interesting.
If there's no challenge, no consideration of how the other side might win, then what the fuck is the point of running a tournament?
In conclusion:
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Hey, hope you're doing well! Had a couple questions for you if they're not too personal:
1. Whats your favourite story you've written so far? Is it something public? Is it finished?
2. Do you have any long form non-interactive fiction you've written that's available to read? I would genuinely kill to read something like that from you
hi :-) ohh these are fun...
my favorite story is probably My NovelTM which isn't finished yet, i've written a first draft and now it's just been languishing until i can find the motivation to start a second draft. i finished the first draft in august i think, and started editing it pretty heavily before i realized i was just going to have to rewrite the whole thing again. i'm mostly having trouble with the ending, which always seems to be my problem lmfao... anyways it follows the relationship of Angel and Valerie, after Valerie has been missing for a few months and suddenly returns as a vampire with no memory of Angel or what happened over the months while she was away. it alternates between both their povs in both present day and through flashbacks.
so unfortunately for your second question, no, but i do hope to publish Angel and Valerie's story one day, either traditionally through a small press (lol here's hoping) or by self-publishing it. otherwise my only published work is what's available on my itch.io (siren's call, one day hike, etc)
i am working on a short story for vampire jam, which i'll hopefully be sharing next month. it's still in the form of interactive fiction, published in twine, but it's more of a short story than anything like blood choke or tnp. i also have a butch cowboys and zombies story i've been working on for a while, but i'm not sure when i'll get around to finishing it since it's not a priority project.
i do want to write another novel as well, a very old story i've been kicking around for years, but as usual i haven't been able to come up with an ending for it... but maybe one day.
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Not a troll, I’m just curious what your experience is as a he/him lesbian? I’m also trans (Demi boy) btw. I guess, what about the term lesbian and dyke feel good for you? And are those words entirely devoid of gender and therefore not invalidating you as a man? Or is it something entirely different? Feel free to ignore! I’m just wondering bc I know there’s been a lot of criticism of he/him lesbians but not much sharing the experience of he/him lesbians. Happy holidays!!
Thanks for asking! It’s a little complicated for me but I’ll try my best to lay out the gist of my gender and how I choose to reconcile it ^_^
Lesbianism is fully liberating for me and is my home. My butchness stems from my masculinity, but without finding lesbianism I wouldn’t be the butch I am today. I owe a lot to lesbians and lesbianism, and am proud to call myself one. Reading stone butch blues was extremely eye opening to me, because it proved to me that I can be as masculine as I want, as internally male as I feel, and still find a home in lesbianism.
Most days, I do feel like a man. I experience gender dysphoria and find that a lot of my experiences also align with that of ftm folk. I look in the mirror and see a man already (on top of the fact that I just literally think I already am a man), so at the moment I haven’t decided to start hrt for that reason. I know it must sound odd to hear me say I’m a man, but I simply have no other way of putting it. I resonate deeply with butches who pass completely as men; I resonate with lesbians and butches who medically transition. My internal gender just feels very binary male. So I reconcile all of these complicated feelings by using he/him pronouns. Being called a lesbian or a dyke makes me happy. I embrace my dual identity, which is why I call myself a boydyke. It brings me so much joy to call myself that!!
There are plenty of other he/him lesbians out there that I know who share similar experiences as mine. Some of us just have such complicated genders that it even throws *us* off. Gender variance and gender fuckery has always existed in lesbian spaces. You don’t see this kind of policing in gay male spaces at all. But years of lesbian separatism and t*rf bs will regress the community to the point of people calling me transphobic for just existing as a trans person lol
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