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marsbutterfly · 9 months

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Final Mission - Remastered

Summary: The rumbling begins to close in on you and your friends. With very few choices remaining, you have to watch as Hanji makes a decision that will alter the course of your life forever.

a/n: hello hello!! So ever since part 3 part 1 came out, I decided to start working on rewriting my very first work, for Hanji and for Attack On Titan. This piece has always meant so much to me as it was written with lol sm grief? anyway, I know it's been a while but Hanji pls come back, the kids and I miss you babes.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: attack on titan season 4 part 3 (part 1) spoilers if you haven't watched it yet, angst, blood, established relationship, soulmate loss, a bit of resentment towards tbh everyone if you squint. | ao3 | wattpad | the original | wc: 3.3k

“You could break my heart in two

But when it heals, it beats for you”

“I’m the one who brought everyone here. I killed my comrades to come this far. I’ll take responsibility for it all,” Hanji says, her hands trembling while grasping the thunder spears firmly, eyes filled with terror while a shallow breath fights to leave her lungs. The ground shakes beneath you and a chilling sensation courses down your spine.

You finally find the courage to turn around to face her as she approaches the group, words dying and being reborn in your throat as you struggle to find just the right thing to say, eventually landing on the bleakest yet most desperate request, “Don’t you fucking dare.”

Her footsteps are heavy, contrasting clearly with those of the colossal titans as they march towards you. Her vision is focused on the young, blonde boy ahead of you and you can tell she is trying with all her might to avoid your eyes, afraid of the reaction you might have.

“Armin Arlert,” her voice is gentle, gentler than it has been in a while, almost as if the heavy burden of the world inside the walls has finally lifted from her shoulders and she could actually think straight, “I hereby designate you the 15th Commander of the Scout Regiment.”

The remainder of the words exchanged between the two of them simply echoes in your brain, going from one ear to the other, almost as if they were speaking sheer gibberish. It doesn’t make sense, none of it does. Why is she making him commander when she is still standing right there? Hopefully not for the reasons you are expecting, right? Your thoughts move a thousand times faster than the actual conversation flows.

Your eyes are fixated on the scenery before you, a mixture of feelings coursing through your veins and your heart feels like it has been missing a few beats as an intense void begins to creep from deep inside of you. The situation is not ideal: the colossal titans get closer by the second, the atmosphere becomes hotter with their steam clouding the air and an overwhelming feeling of despair grows in your chest.

You focus on the sound of her voice, the same sound that has brought you so much comfort in the most trying of times now makes no sense, no matter how you look at it. Her face, which has always been your absolute favorite piece of art to ever exist, now contorted into a pained and saddened expression. In fact, it reminded of the way she looked when Erwin announced she would be taking over the Scouts in case he didn’t make it through Shiganshina.

You are finally pulled out of this trance once she begins to move again, this time towards Levi, confused and worrying eyes following her every move carefully as she moves across the brick bridge. From where you stand, you can see the black haired man tightening his left fist, the breeze hitting every so lightly, just barely enough for it to lift his hair and show you that he is sharing a quick glance with you before returning to Hanji.

“Hey, four-eyes,” he says. That’s the first time you have heard him call her those two words since she became commander. He had told you once before he did it out of respect, seeing that she was now his superior, so for him to say it now, in a moment like this, that is when the realization and truth of the moment finally began to dawn on you.

“You understand, right, Levi?” Her voice trembles in the slightest, in a manner that would be unnoticeable to anyone else but you and the man she is speaking to, “my turn has come at last.”

Hanji raises her hands, fingertips trembling and causing the thunder spears to shake, the sweat glistening on her face as her pupils twitch, it’s a sight you hoped to never see. She tries to play her nervousness off, “I’m giddy with the desire to make a supremely cool exit. Don’t stop what I’ve got going.”

For the first time, her eyes meet yours and you realize only then how many tears she was holding back, a quiet sob dying in your throat as you yelp, your body rejecting your brain’s commands to move, legs stuck in place and swallowing has never been this hard.

With a sigh, you hear those three words out of Levi’s mouth, the same words that are now only chanted by a ghost or a distant memory, “Dedicate your heart.” It feels like a punch to the stomach, air can no longer find its way inside your lungs and you choke on your own saliva, there is no denying what is about to happen anymore and the overwhelming sensation that there is nothing you can do to change it overwhelms you.

She smiles and lets out a gentle giggle, “That’s the first time I’ve heard you say that.”

Lastly, she makes her way towards you. The need for oxygen is intense but the very second that her gentle fingertips touch your face, the world seems to stop for a moment and every worry you have ever had dissipates into the feeling.

“I truly hope that you can forgive me one day,” she says and the tears that dangled from her eyes were finally allowed to fall. With a smirk on her lips, she blew on your face so that your hair would move from one spot to the other and the smell of her breath fills you with a sense of nostalgia and despair.

“Please don’t say that,” you whisper, bringing your body closer to hers, “you are the only family I have left. I don’t know where to go without you,” your voice trembles, your throat is as dry as the deserts you’ve heard Armin talk so much about. The tips of your fingers gently twirl a loose strand of hair that falls on her face.

Hanji turns her face at a precise 90 degree angle to look at Levi, a stoic expression on his face though his eyes tell you everything you need to know about his feelings. A tear runs down Hanji’s face, but only one as she won’t allow herself to fully break down until you are out of sight, “Will you take care of her for me?” He doesn’t respond with words, the only thing he does is nod his head in agreement.

Her eyes make their way back to you as she uses both of her hands to carefully cup your face, lips meeting yours with a desperation you had never seen before, almost as if she is trying to engrave you on her own body. Her tongue glides with yours for a couple of seconds and you feel the butterflies rising in your stomach as if it were the first time you have kissed her.

The moment couldn’t have been longer than a few seconds but it felt like forever and a day, your body nearly melting in contact with her touch. For a split moment, you forgot about the rumbling, about Eren, about the sacrifice she was about to make, nothing mattered anymore. Nothing but this very moment the two of you share.

Everything feels ok for a little while, the warmth of her brown eyes reminds you of the many cups of tea you have shared in the barricades, the softness of her touch bringing up memories of times you’ve met under the apple tree in the courtyard, and the gentleness on her lips stirring butterflies in your stomach, much like the very first time you’d seen her.

However it does not last long. You are brought back to reality by the sound of her ODM gear going off, the hook gripping onto the wall and the cold feeling her lips leave behind. Hanji doesn’t give you enough time to stop her, she simply pulls away before you could even react.

She doesn’t say anything. In the years that passed since she became commander, Hanji had been preparing you for the inevitable moment when she passes away, when her turn to make a sacrifice to save your life would come. In that time, you let your guard down, you had convinced yourself something like that would never happen, not to the both of you.

Your eyes are fixated on her every move, every swing of her blade, every flicker of her cape, and there is nothing you can do. Frozen in place, you watch in horror as she manages to take down a few of the colossal titans on their path of destruction. It wasn’t enough. The engineers still need more time.

Trembling hands struggle to find a way onto your blades as a thought goes through your brain, “How can I help her?” By the time you manage to look back up, you catch a glance of a scene that could only be described as your worst nightmare: your beloved’s body, the person you’ve loved most for the past few years, catching on fire as a result of the bodily heat of the colossal titans.

Your heart sinks in your stomach and all you can do is scream. Your feet begin to move as you make up your mind to run and assist them but a pair of strong hands get a hold of your waist before you have time to move forward.

“Reiner, let me go,” you demand, in vain. No matter just how much you kick, or scream, or scratch him, his grip will not loosen and a sense of utter despair fills you. Your throat burns and your vision is blurred out by all the tears, your hands are shaking and there is nothing more you can do.

The last drop was the moment you caught a glimpse of her lifeless, burned to a crisp body falling from the sky like a meteor ready to destroy your life. You had no more fight left in you, no more strength remaining to try and free yourself from Reiner’s arms.

Something inside of your brain begins to slip away, was it your sanity? Or something more personal, like your spirit? No, this was a feeling you had encountered time and time again, expedition after expedition, titan kill after titan kill, hopelessness. Except this time, the feeling was a thousand times worse.

Without her, how would you be able to find Eren and stop the rumbling once and for all? Not only that, but for the first time, probably ever, you questioned her judgment, after all, how could Armin be commander? The boy who was chosen over Erwin, part of the reason why you found yourself in this situation in the first place.

No, there was no use in pointing fingers at each other. If in a situation like this, where life and death walked hand in hand, she chose him, then you would trust her judgment, even if you didn’t agree with it, even if you believed it to be the wrong choice.

Your eyelids grow heavier the closer you get to the plane, the tears have yet to stop running down your face and a full body spread of goosebumps has taken hold of your skin. You manage to take a deep breath before allowing your exhausted body to slip into unconsciousness and, for the last time, you hear her voice.

“I love you.”

The pounding sensation in your head is nearly too much to bear. You squint through closed eyes, slowly using whatever little strength you have left to raise your arm, shielding your face from the far too close sun rays. The atmosphere surrounding the area is so heavy you could cut it with a knife, but a determined Armin breaks free from the awkwardness. “Listen up,” he says, the confidence is his voice masking his true emotions, “Let’s go over the plan.”

Their voices are now a bit louder, the slight turbulence you come across every so often causes the plane to shake and every last bit of metal to scrape against one another. You can hear the sound of a pencil scribbling on the metal floor, but whether it is writing or drawing, you are unable to realize.

As the conversation goes by, your ears begin to ring and your mind can’t help but wonder how long it has been. You take your hand up to your chest, clutching tightly to the fabric that covers the area above your heart, it feels empty, like it has been broken in two and the pieces have been flung out into space.

Has it been seconds? Has it been days? No, while it feels like an eternity has passed, deep down you know that it has only been somewhere between fifteen to thirty minutes. Tears begin to pool up in your eyes once more, that emptiness eating away at your stomach while you choke down a desolate sob. You don’t want to draw attention towards yourself but yet somehow, you find yourself as the center of everyone’s concern.

For a while, no one dares to move, speak or even breathe. You can’t be bothered by their reactions or lack thereof, the pressure on your chest desperately needs to be released. The tears won’t stop flowing, air fails to enter your lungs as heavy hiccups erupt from deep within your soul. The void you feel could only be compared to a bottomless abyss, not knowing when it will end.

Once you have no more tears left, you try your best to use your arms to sit up, cursing yourself for being so weak in the face of such immediate danger. Footsteps approach you and a helping hand finds a comfortable spot on your lower back, gently assisting you in your attempt to sit. You don’t need to see the person’s face to know exactly who it is.

“Mikasa,” you say, not quite sure if it is a question or if anything else is going to follow.

“How are you feeling?” She asks, her voice is raspy and gentle, like she has been doing some crying of her own. You can’t help but smirk, not out of happiness, but because you know they all already have an idea of what your answer is going to be.

“It feels like my heart has just been ripped out of my chest and I had to watch as it burned,” you say and they all immediately understand that you are referring to the condition you were forced to leave Hanji’s body in. It is a stupid question but, for some reason, it does make the aching a tad bit more tolerable.

“Your hand is bleeding,” Armin points out in a serene voice as he walks towards you, his footsteps seem lighter than a feather in an attempt to not spook you away, as if you were a wild, injured little animal, “How did that happen?”

“I cut it,” You respond, dryly. Your lower lip quivers as you open your palm, revealing the smallest piece of green fabric. It is clear from the patter and the design that it came from one of the cloaks owned by the Survey Corps, no extra words are needed for all present to understand that it belonged to their fallen Commander. Though no one desires to talk about it, Reiner decides to take the fall.

“I may not have been so gentle when we were boarding the flying boat,” he says, using his left hand to scratch the back of his neck while the right one holds onto the rail above his head, “I’m sorry, y/n. I should have been more careful.”

You know what he is trying to do. It is clearly a lie and there is no denying any of it, but you appreciate his efforts to remove the attention from the sore subject. You purse your lips in what could be considered a small smile while quietly nodding your head.

“Would you mind if I took a look at it?” Armin asks, kneeling beside you while reaching his hand underneath your own. Perhaps he was right to treat you like a spooked animal, seeing as your immediate reaction was to move your hand far away from him, clinging onto the fabric for dear life as you push your body towards the back of the ship until you collide with the metal wall. “Please.” He begs.

“No,” you cower away, “This is the last part of me to have ever touched her. It doesn’t hurt, in fact, I can barely feel anything anymore.”

Once more he asks, “Please,” and you realize he isn't going to let the subject go. So before too much of your blood has a chance to soak the bit of cloth, you switch it towards your other hand, extending your injured arm until it touches the top of his thighs.

You whimper as a stream of clean water comes in contact with your open skin, dirt debris being washed away by the contents as best as possible. Your eyes never leave his face, the now 15th Commander of the Survey Corps taking care of you, your heart gets heavier the more you think of him in such a manner. His shoulders are slumped forward, as if there is a “not so fictional” weight on them. It doesn’t take long before he is finished bandaging you up.

“I am fully aware it is not the same but,” a masculine voice comes from the front half of the ship, “you still have us.”

Your eyes now meet Levi, whose crossed arms and stern face somehow brings you the slightest amount of comfort. With a helping hand from Connie, you make your way towards him, gently placing yourself between Pieck and the black-haired man, who ever so gently places a comforting hand behind your back. It is rare for him to demonstrate any sort of affection, so by the way his fingers feel against your clothes, you can nearly feel his own grief. Another lump forms in your throat, but you swallowed it this time.

“We’ll make sure that Hanji’s death wasn’t in vain,” Mikasa swears, false determination taking over her words, “We’ll return Eren into his old self, I know he is still in there somewhere, just waiting for us.”

Any sort of emotion gets drained from your face as you stare deep into her eyes, gray orbs looking deeply at you in hopes of any approval of her message. You raise your chin as you cross your legs, bringing your body forward, closer to her. You don’t want to be mean, nor do you want to make her feel like her attempt at comforting you fell into deaf ears, but all present right now know that what she has said is bullshit.

“Mikasa,” your voice is stern, “do you remember what Annie asked you once in the forest and then again after we attempted to communicate with Floch?” She doesn’t respond but, by the expression on her face, you realize that she knows exactly what you are talking about. With no indication that she plans on acknowledging the subject, you continue, “She asked you if you would ever be able to kill Eren.”

She looks away, gripping her knees tightly. “That won’t be necessary!” Armin says, the nervousness in his voice is palpable as he desperately tries to change the subject while still hoping to provide you with the comfort he knows you need at this moment.

You sigh before continuing, “I know you want to bring him back. I may know that better than anyone else at the moment. But I need you to listen closely as I tell you this,” Your voice is louder than the engines, the tears begin pooling in your eyes once more, you bring the small piece of Hanji’s cloak towards your chest, a determined expression on your face, “There is no bringing him back at this point. He has gone too far. Even if you did bring him back, the remaining world population would kill him with their bare hands.”

“Why are you saying all of this?” Someone asks, though your mind has become nothing but fog so you can’t quite tell whose voice it is at the moment. You take a deep breath, allowing the cold air to fill your burning lungs.

“Because no matter what you all say,” any emotion is drained from your voice, “my final mission is to kill Eren Yeager.”

“If I could do it all again

I know I'd go back to you”

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hockeyandhrsepwr · 10 months

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Dancing in the Kitchen

Life Lessons Track 1

*italicized lines are lyrics from the song (or just slightly altered)*

July 2023

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May 2020

6 more minutes. The drive from the airport seems to be taking forever, but you know thats just because of where you’re headed. The bright lights of Monaco shimmer as the road curves and you’re home. The taxi pulls up in front of the building and you hop out, heading inside.

“Ms y/n! I didnt know you were coming today, would you like me to call up?” Henri the doorman exclaims as you give him a wave. “No thanks Henri, I’m hoping to surprise him. But here, this is for you.” You pass him one of the bottles you’re holding, “Tell the mrs I say hello and we’ll have to catch up when im back for a bit longer!” The elevator doors open and you bid him goodbye before grabbing the lift.

Knocking on the door, you wait. Joris said he was home, but that was half an hour ago so you’re hoping that hasn’t changed, when you hear music playing and someone singing along. It brings a smile to your face, and you knock again. Of course you have a key, but you think this will be more fun.

“Un moment!” He calls and the lock clicks. The door opens and Arthur’s standing in front of you.

“Damn it. Shh” you whisper.

“Uh, I should leave shouldn’t I?” The younger Leclerc responds.

A smirk graces your lips, “probably”. He rolls his eyes and heads back to the kitchen, telling his brother that somethings come up and he has to head out. As he passes you waiting in the living room he sticks his tongue out. Very mature, you mouth, before heading to the kitchen door to watch.

Charles is so into whatever he’s cooking that he doesn’t look up until you clear your throat. “Arthur, I though you left” he says as he turns. When his eyes lock with yours, he freezes and drops the tray he’s holding.

“Hey champ,” falls from your lips as his brain starts working again and he jumps over the mess on the floor to pull you into his arms and spins you around.

“What, wha….” You giggle as he can’t seem to complete his thoughts.

“We didnt get a chance to properly celebrate your win” you hold up the bottle of champagne in your hand. His hands rise to grasp the side of your face and bring you in for a kiss. You pour all your love into that kiss, all the hours of missing him while you’re on tour and he’s off to the races, all the missed phone calls and uncelebrated moments.

All of a sudden, the fire alarms going off. The two of you break apart and you giggle as Charles starts panicking

“Oh no, the chicken” and waves a tea towel in front of the oven to clear the smoke. He looks back at you and shrugs.

“Pizza?”

“Pizza” nodding, you pull up the number for your favourite place that delivers.

The music changes in the background to something slower, and you grin as you hear the first few notes. He bows and offers you a hand, pulling you in for a dance. Resting your head on his chest, you listen to the sound of his heart.

“I miss you” you whisper, “all the time. I didn’t think it would be this hard”

A single tear rolls down your cheek before Charles is gently lifting you chin so your eyes meet his. “Hey, I miss you too. All the damn time. It feels like my heart isn’t whole unless you’re next to me. But we’re both shooting for the stars, achieving the things we only dreamt of as kids. Doing what we were meant to do. Okay? Je t’aime tellment et mon coeur t’appartient” (I love you so much and my heart is yours)

Nodding, you whisper the sentiment back, before pulling away and pointing to the bottle of Dom you brought. “I’m so proud of you. You finally did it.”

Last weekend, he’d won the Monaco GP in front of all your family and friends. It hurt that you couldn’t be there to celebrate with him, so you made it your mission to find a way home as soon as possible, even if it’s just for the night.

The corners of his mouth turn up, “that for me amour?” Biting your lower lip, you smile “yeah, but….”

His eyebrow quirks like he knows what youre about to ask. “Can I spray it?” You ask sheepishly

He nods, laughing at your request, knowing that you’ve always enjoyed watching that part of the podium celebration and wanted to try it yourself. Grinning, you grab the bottle and pop the cork, dousing him lightly in champagne.

Charles grabs the bottle off you and returns the favour, soaking with you and the kitchen floor before taking a swig from the bottle. You pass the bottle back and forth as he pulls you back in to dance, both of you gradually getting tipsier. Champagne drips onto the floor as you sway to the sweet sounds of La Vie en Rose.

“You’re supposed to be in New York” he whispers, like saying it any louder will make you disappear.

“I’d rather be right here where you are. I took the long way from Singapore since we had a 3 day break. Its just for the night but I had to see you.”

“You know, we always seem to end up here.”

You’re confused, “at home?”

He shakes his head, looking a bit ridiculous “no, we both fly around the world, all over for work, but we always end up back here, dancing in the kitchen.”

Foreheads pressed together, you press a sweet kiss to his lips “I could spend a thousand nights right here. Dancing in the kitchen with you for the rest of my life.”

“As long as I’ve got you, everything will be okay” he mutters against your lips

“I’m forever yours”

Lost in your own world, dancing slowly around his kitchen, you both jump when a knock sounds.

“The pizza” you burst out in laughter as Charles goes to open the door, dripping Champagne all over the living room like a wet dog.

The rest of the night is spent curled up on the couch, talking about everything and nothing before you fall asleep tangled together. The next morning bring a teary goodbye as you head to the airport, unsure when the next time you’ll be together in person will be.

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tiktaalic · 8 months

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klance vs gallavich is driving me balls to the walls insane . as somebody who “liked” both . liked in quotes bc i was 14 when i discovered klance and it was . fun . ooh red and blue ooh teamwork and friendship blossoming into something more WHATEVER . gallavich. oh gallavich i discovered when i was 16 and depressed and it permanently altered my brain chemistry . people say that all the time but everything is DUST compared to what shameless will do to the budding brain. ian what you and i have makes me free guess what we’ve been doing daddy we’ve been fucking sorry i’m late yeah mick i’ll wait i wanna be where you are mickey you’re under my skin man the fuck can i do . SET THE BAR FOR REPRESSED GAY LOVE . i cannot stress this enough . mickey was born in a wet cardboard box all alone and went through allllll the horrors that people love to pretend their vanilla fave went through and got GAY MARRIED . ian gallagher suffered more than jesus and went on to get married to the rough kid he met when he was FIFTEEN . every single complexity people on here love to pretend their gayboring faves have is IN THE TEXT for them . this got long sorry . this is what they do to a person and i could go on . i had a shameless blog for multiple years and didn’t even scratch the surface of what makes them possibly the most compelling gay couple on modern television. klance is for when you’re a bit bored

KLANCE IS LITERALLY A SUMMER FLING! I know because I summer flinged with them! I was there! I watched the last season when it dropped at 3 am! But they are the definition of I made you up in my head. Gallavich is. Ohhhhh my god. People will literally make shit up and pretend it happened to their fav in an au or whatever but it happened to Mickey for REAL! his father for REAL shotgun married him to a woman because he found him in bed with a man! His father for real got in his face and told him he would kill him if he married a man and Mickey said Alright thanks dad. And then MARRIED IAN! Mickey better than any fake little guy with daddy issues because he. He’s the only one to ever do it. He’s the onlyyyyy one to ever do it. Everyone else makes up their little characters with their little daddy issues but mickey is mickey forever. Gallavich have so many. Lines. But the one that gets me every time is. when mickey’s trying to visit ian (in jail? hospital? I don’t remember). Your relationship to mr. Gallagher? Partner lover family y’know. He just rattled them off one after the other. He fucking LOVES ian. And ian loves him. And they got married. Im sure this is the most mainstream take in the world but it’s so good it’s soooo good when they’re living at mickey’s house with mickey’s wife and raising mickey’s toddler. And it’s so good when Ian spins out hard and Mickey is so staunchly There. Does not waver for a fucking second. What’s going on with Ian. Ask Mickey. Gallavich sweep

#anonymous #ask

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astrowaffles · 1 year

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We should all be like Tendou.

I know, I know; Tendou’s a little creepy and a little weird, and everyone hates him unless he’s on their volleyball team. But I honestly think that Tendou’s honesty, intelligence, self-confidence, sense of self and dedication should all be praised. It’s almost like no-one watched his arc at all, choosing to focus on Tsukishima overcoming the trauma of his brother being taken off a volleyball team, once, five years ago. I think everyone did; why does no-one ever mention Tendou’s heart-breaking “Farewell, my paradise”? It’s one of those moments that completely altered my brain chemistry, forever, and it’s never ever mentioned unless it’s by a hardcore Tendou fan wearing his jersey and sticking his poster on their wall.

Tendou should be one of those characters that every fan has to mention once in their life. He’s by no means top of my list on anything, but he’s good enough to be. I should be able to stand in a crowd of Haikyuu!! fans and start singing Tendou’s song, and they should all know the words, instead of hiding in a tiktok comments section timidly asking, “is it weird that I know his song inside out?” When I said, “I can recite the Way of the Ace”, there was a chorus of ‘same’s and a like from the creator. Talking about Tendou’s song outside of his sphere sparks a flurry of ‘Oh yeah, I remember that. That was strange, wasn’t it?’

That’s the point.

Tendou IS strange, and that’s why we should look up to him. Let me explain.

A long time ago, probably in the year 2000 or sometime similar, Tendou got into volleyball. I don’t know how, I’m not even sure we’re ever told, but he’s there at volleyball club and he’s gifted, a similar story to every other player in the hq universe. Except, there’s something very unique about young Tendou’s experience of volleyball. While every other character used this time to fall in love with it, Tendou was being bullied through it.

That’s not to say he didn’t love it, he did; it was the one thing that he was extremely good at - that his oddities made him good at, that they made him suit. In that way, volleyball has always been his refuge – his “paradise”. However, in every other way, those first few years were a nightmare that still haunted him in the last match of his career, in high school over ten years later. “He’s too scary”, “he’s creepy”, “he looks like a lizard” – primary school insults, but aimed at a primary school kid, and it must have hurt. His style of blocking and his love of shutting spikers down had built a barrier between him and his teammates; not to mention his ‘lizard’ face (which, I must admit, is probably true, but wouldn’t have been mentioned if not for volleyball’s habit of making everyone look weirder).

Considering that these events stuck with him for life, they must have been genuinely traumatic, but he never quit volleyball. I suppose that’s the first of the Tendou Qualities we should all want: he liked volleyball, he didn’t like the people. He did what most people are completely unable to do and continued with what he loved - and ignored what he didn’t. It’s almost amazing, how far he took volleyball when his first experience was so horrible.

After being bullied for being weird, scary, and for blocking, most people would then try to change it. “I’ll stop blocking that way against my teammates”, “I won’t pull that face anymore”, and even “I won’t attend practice anymore”. Instead, Tendou got better at being weird, scary, and blocking – and it got him into the top school in the prefecture, Shiratorizawa.

I think Tendou really started to shine when he started to be respected and praised for his skills rather than being bullied for being ‘weird’ (read: better than everyone else). We can see, obviously, that between him and Ushijima they got to nationals. I never hear anything about the skills of anyone at Shiratori besides those two, which gives me an image of them stuffing their teammates into sacks to drag up a hill.

Tendou’s blocking earned him a nickname, but I don’t like it – I’m not sure if he does either. “Guess monster.” Meanwhile, his teammate Ushijima gets nicknames like “Golden boy” or “miracle boy”, at least in his first year. The difference is obvious; they’re equally good, they both get plenty points, but Tendou’s weird. Tendou is innate talent, he’s scary, he’s odd, you can’t understand him, you can’t copy him, you can’t teach him. He is how he is. ‘Guess monster.’ He doesn’t seem to outwardly mind it, though. He’s always cheering on Ushijima using nicknames which get increasingly dramatic the longer the game goes on. It doesn’t seem to matter to him that he earns just as many points, if things go well. It doesn’t even seem to matter that everyone’s screaming “USHIJIMA!” and when Tendou scores, it’s cheers with no name. This is where we reach another Tendou Quality: he takes what he can get, and he doesn’t bear any ill will towards anyone who does better than him. If I were Tendou, I’m not sure I would be as close with Ushijima as he is – or maybe it’s his closeness with Ushijima that allows him to be so generous? How can anyone dub Tendou ‘scary’ when all he does is cheer on his team, and do his best? It just doesn’t compute. None of his team seem scared of him, either. It’s just…fans. Fans who are too used to more palatable people, like Ushijima who has a total of 2 expressions and 0 voice changes but won’t ever say anything he doesn’t mean - and he means everything kindly.

Tendou is completely, unapologetically unpalatable. It’s probably the main thing I love about him. Bullied for being weird and loud? Get weirder, get louder. In the end it’s his weirdness that pulls him through. He knows who he is and he knows how he is, and he didn’t bother to change himself, he just waited for people to accept him for it. In a way, it’s almost the same for Ushijima, whose blank face and apathetic demeanour don’t exactly endear him to his past teammates, though he was never bullied for being a man of few words. The entire Shiratori team accept Tendou and Ushijima and seem to have no problem with how they are. One moment sticks in my mind: Tendou, singing about smashing his opponent’s willpower into pieces. Semi, their reserve setter & pinch server, simply comments: “what a weirdo”, fond smile and tone in place.

It’s very important to recognise how much work Tendou has done to get to where he is – not in terms of volleyball, but in terms of preserving what made him unique. It’s human ‘herd instinct’ to get lost in the crowd, but Tendou has absolutely no intention of changing anything about himself. It’s probably Tendou Quality #1: he’s himself and has never even wanted to be anybody else. He has self worth; he knows he needs to wait for those who appreciate him rather than try to help those who won’t bother.

Tendou doesn’t go pro. He doesn’t even pretend to try after his last highschool match, simply telling Ushijima: “I don’t plan to go pro after high school. But when they make a documentary about you, they can interview me, and I can say I was your best friend.” He bids volleyball goodbye with his iconic, soul-tearing, “Farewell, my paradise.” He truly sees volleyball as what saved him and kept him going, but he doesn’t intend to take it further than an intense hobby. But despite all this, despite knowing he’s going no further, Tendou truly became one of the best in the entire high school arc. It’s true bravery, if nothing else: throwing himself into something he knows won’t last forever, and freely cutting it loose when the time comes.

When you think of Tendou, you think blocking. Guessing. Mind-reading. Whatever you believe it is that he does. Tendou is very much underrated, and not because – as I’ve been arguing for the past thousand words – he’s a nice person who values himself and his friends. No, he’s underrated because he’s genuinely one of the best players we’re introduced to. While national-level blockers battle it out in Team Japan gyms in the hope to be picked as Japan’s next star, Tendou’s chilling in Miyagi with his friends around him…scaring the hell out of every. single. opponent. From his expression to the blocks themselves, Tendou’s playing has helped take the eagles to nationals or prelims three years running.* It’s this that no-one remembers: Ushijima, as unreliant as he might be on Shirabu’s sets, cannot score every point. It’s too predictable, and there are a few blockers like Tsukishima who can track him around the court. That’s when Tendou comes in. A spike from him is rare, but his blocks score every time. Tendou is an excellent player who was picked by the unrelenting Coach Washijo for a sports scholarship, despite clearly being twiggy and not the powerful player Washijo seeks out (see: Ushijima Wakatoshi).

Even Tendou’s very name speaks of his power. While ‘Tendou’ means “heaven’s child”, “Satori” is the name of a Japanese monster: a monkey which reads minds. It’s a comparison which is too fitting to be an accident, and says a lot about people’s view of Tendou. Not only is he awarded the title of ‘guess monster’, he is considered to have enough talent to be compared to a magical creature strong enough to prey on humans themselves. So he now has strength, wisdom, blessing, knowledge, power, skill, and he’s unequivocally unique. Why are we still treating him as “Ushijima’s friend”? He’s so much more.

In terms of using Tendou as a role model, maybe we should cut out the bit where he sings about smashing his opponents into pieces. Oh, and the bit where he’s bullied. But everything else, we should imitate: the willingness to strike out on his own and leave his comfort zone, his unconditional support of his friends, his unapologetic ‘weirdness’…. it’s something we’d all do well to copy. Imagine if we all copied his bravery in cutting off volleyball, choosing to let ourselves move on from whatever we’ve outgrown, no matter how sad it makes us; imagine if we all supported everyone through everything they do, even when they surpass and outshine us; imagine if we all acted as we wanted to, no matter how society reacted. Wouldn’t we be happier? I certainly would.

And, even if we don’t bother to change ourselves or our social circles or our view on life, I at least hope that we start to love Tendou a little more. Doesn’t he deserve it? No matter what you look for in your favourite characters, he has it, and then some.

I think, one day, I will be able to post the words “I love tendou” and not have to explain. In fact, it should get the same number of clicks as my “I love Akaashi Keiji”, fresh on Tumblr this morning, without me having to cultivate a specific fanbase first.

Too dramatic?

Never.

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#guys this is nearly 2000 words of me talking about how amazing tendou is #i need help tbh #tendou satori #satori tendou #shiratorizawa #guess monster

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kikibumblesqueaks · 3 months

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hello! lol your zebra buddy is back🫠

and it’s kinda funny in the topic of ler, I thought I was one for the longest time since everytime I tickled my friends when I was a kid I’d always be the ler. No one really tickled me back. Since one I was usally a few years older and always been very tall and now I’m a 5’9 tall woman, lol.

so when my mom started to tickle me I realized I was actually a Lee leaning switch like you. So like 60% Lee and 40% ler. Some of my alters are more one or the other. So it’s kinda cool. I get to experience being the Lee like I have never done before. And I’m enjoying every second.

also great you have a friend just like you! So you can relate to one another. My alters are kinda mimicking a few of my friends and fictional characters, so when I hang out with my friends who inspired them. We relate on a whole new level.

also when you say you regress more like an animals that’s pet regression! It’s totally valid and it’s similar it age regression, since your brain kinda becomes the mind of a child or animal more then an adults. It’s a great way to just escape reality when you are in a safe space.

hoofbump and that’s so cute with the cat biscuits!🦓❤️

also sorry lol I kinda got a bit obsessed with writing to you daily, I’m sorry about that. If you don’t want me to write to you as often, just tell me and I’ll be a lot more chill. You’re my first EDS buddie in the tickle community so I don’t really know how to act honestly. I can get a bit annoying when I’m too excited. No need to feel pressured to answer every I send or in an instant. ❤️😖 I appreciate you truly and I don’t want to make you stressed

*hands you some cookies* 🤲🍪🍪

Eee sorry this took forever for me to reply to, I’ve been distracted!!🤧

Hehe I always knew I was mostly lee but I’ve always been too shy to ask for tickles so I’ve usually played ler instead😖🥲👉👈 That’s really great you’ve discovered that about yourself! And super interesting that you get to experience it in many different ways with your alters!

That’s really cool that your alters can help you relate to your friends better!

Yesss pet regression!🐾 It is very comforting to me and feels like my true self in a way. When I was a kid I was constantly dressing up as a little black cat and role playing with my grandma as her pet and I loved it so much and felt very much like a real cat🥰 Now I wear clip-in black cat ears whenever I go out in public hehe, people think I’m cute😝🐈‍⬛

Aww no it’s okay!! You’re always welcome to send me asks, I love receiving them!👉👈 I just might not always be able to reply daily but I’m happy to respond when I can, I’m super happy to have found a zebra too!!💖😊

*hoof bump* 🦓💜

#kiki cookies #Kiki’s beehive

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netrunnerconduit · 1 year

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Live Forever

It started with an ad. I don’t remember what sensie I was watching when I first saw it. Maybe it wasn’t even a sensie, maybe it was just on one of those holo-boards they have along the Queensway. I suppose it doesn’t matter how I originally saw it, what matters is that that ad etched itself into my brain. Figuratively, of course. I don’t believe all that conspiracy shit about NBN using subliminal messaging or radio frequencies to alter your brainwaves to make you more likely to buy… whatever. It struck me because in the ad it showed a kid playing with his dad, and having grown up without a dad, I’m always curious when they show dads in media. What was I missing out on? I always wondered. What if he hadn’t died in an industrial accident? Sorry, that sounds depressing. He passed when I was two, I have no memories of him, not even primal ones like a scent or a touch. It was just my mother and I growing up (and a crack team of aunts and uncles and cousins, it takes a village and all that, but that’s neither here nor there) and I thought turned out fine. So what was so magical about having a dad?

That was the hook. The barbed hook that got me to pay attention. They say we don’t even see advertisements anymore. We’re so inundated with them, it’s become a survival instinct to ignore them. They’ve done studies, people wearing advert clothing are 35% more likely to be hit by traffic, and not out of malicious intent, but because drivers will just zone out when they see an ad and blend the people wearing them into the background. They literally just stop seeing them.

Anyways, I was doing whatever and I happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, and some subliminal part of my consciousness picked up that this kid was talking to his dad, so my brain zoned in, and I started paying active attention. What’s this father they’re advertising? They weren’t literally advertising fathers. Funny, I don’t think HB has released a line of bioroids for that. They’ve got nannies and “companionship” models for retail, but no parental simulacra. Someone should get on that, and write me a fat cheque for thinking of it.

The ad was actually for Reality Plus’ AI-remembered synthesis composites, which is a mouthful of technical jargon I don’t expect anyone to understand. Basically, they create a composite AI using every bit of recorded data available on your (presumably) deceased loved one. Every vid or holo you’ve ever taken of them captures how they look and move. Every audio recording or text they sent remembers how they would talk to you. They called it Live Forever. Obviously, it’s less perfect of a reconstruction than a full braintape, but it’s also way less invasive, and this is the clincher, way less expensive. It’s cheap enough that some rando like myself, earning a decent wage could afford it. Not that I went out and bought one right away, but enough that I was like huh, that’s in my price range, same as an above average vacation.

I also didn’t think about trying to get a composite of my dead father. Like I said, I never really knew him. I had zero attachment to him. Plus, I was a grown man, who like I also said, had turned out pretty decent. No, I was thinking about Hector and our child. To say Hector and I were serious would be a gross understatement. We had been living together for the last five years, an impossible length of time for the previous “Mr. Cruising King” (my nicknames for him) and we were talking about adoption. I think that’s what really did it. The day before I saw the ad, or the hour before, or some other relatively short period of time before, we sat down and had our first serious, practical planning talk about what we would need to do to adopt.

So it was in that mindset that I first saw the ad about this little kid talking to his holo-dad, and I thought, “If Hector or I die in an industrial accident like my father did, what would we leave behind for our child?” I kept gnawing at the thought, like a starving man with only his leather boots. I wanted to leave something for our as yet unknown child. So a couple days later, unbeknownst to Hector, I pinged the address for Live Forever and set up an initial consultation.

It wasn’t very exciting. Obviously, there wasn’t much to do while we were still alive. I signed a bunch of papers, and they explained the limits of the AI technology. The only practical piece of advice was to record everything. The more hours of recording, the more accurate their composites would be. It didn’t even really matter what kind of recording it was, though obviously full holos were the best to capture full 3D images as well as audio, olfactory, and tactile data. So I went home – and ordered 3 latest-gen holo-cams, and sixteen 80-zettabyte drives, all from Reality Plus technologies. What can I say, when I’m hooked, I’m hooked.

When the purchases arrived at our flat the next morning, I told Hector everything. He thought it was cute and didn’t mind but also wasn’t super interested. Hector was always more of a “live in the moment” type guy, and I always had to be the one planning out our future together. I set up two holo-cams in our modest apartment in the centre tier of our middle-class arcology, one in the kitchen, one in the living room. I asked about putting one in the bedroom, but Hector was confused. “I thought this was for our kid.” I dropped it and just carted the bulky holo-cam with me whenever we went out together.

At first, he was sort of into being constantly recorded. Hector had never been, shall we say, shy in the limelight. He loved to preen and show off and dance for the camera. I think I fell in love with him all over again, watching him soak up the holo-cam’s gaze. Eventually, I’d join him. This was how I wanted our child to remember us – happy, in love.

One evening as I was doing the monthly check of the holo-cams, I noticed that the two housebound ones had missed the last fourteen days of recordings. Apparently, there had been a power surge while we were out at work two weeks ago, and it caused the holo-cams to reset to their factory settings. That’s when I started going overboard. I started checking the cams every week, then every day, then twice a day. I think that coincided with Hector finally getting bored of the novelty of constant recording. He’d be in our dated kitchen cooking on hand-me-down cookware, dancing and singing to himself. And he’d beckon to me to come and join him in that sexy way of his, his gaze pulling at me from the side of his eyes, his finger curling like a hook below the waterline of his waist. I… pulled back. I ran to my PAD and double checked that everything was recording properly. The moment was perfect, and I had to make sure I captured it perfectly. “David,” he called out teasingly from the kitchen, “come join me.” By the time I finished double checking everything and tore myself away from the holo-cams feeds, Hector was no longer dancing or singing.

The holo-cams became a source of constant irritation. Even just seeing me check them or thinking about it (he could see it on my face) became an instant turnoff for him. “Please turn the camera off and join me,” became the most constant refrain in our house. But the less and less happy we became, the more and more obsessed I became trying to capture what few moments of happiness we had left. I couldn’t let our child remember us like this, some miserable couple who just communicated on fundamentally different wavelengths.

I remember our first fight over it. We had hopped out to Wasaga Beach for the weekend, and of course I brought the holo-cam with us. I had promised to only use it for one hour each day, and I was doing so well. We were doing so well. Hector invited me into our cabin for some sex, and I said, “Let me go change into something more comfortable.” That was a lie. I was setting up holo-cam. Hector came out into the kitchen, fully nude, saw the holo-cam and started yelling. I’m not proud, but I started crying, blaming him for our unhappiness. He locked me out of the bedroom. “If you won’t join me, you can stay out!” The cams caught all of it.

I wish I could say it got better from there, that I got help, but it didn’t. I kept recording everything, now with malicious intent. It gave me the upper hand in our arguments having perfect access to everything he’d ever said. Hector just became increasingly childish and petulant in response.

I don’t remember what came first, us losing the adoption bid or Hector’s diagnosis. Losing the adoption bid was obvious given our relationship at that time, but the diagnosis was a surprise. Hector got back from the doctors in tears. He said they discovered a rare form of lung cancer on him, stage four, or whatever number was code for “you’re way past the point of genetherapy”. That was the first night we shared a bed together for weeks, and we just spent it crying into each other. Some dam inside me broke and I stopped caring about the holo-cams. I turned them off and never turned them back on.

The doctors gave Hector six months to live. We got half that. I like to think we recaptured some of our old glory in those last three months, but it’s entirely possible I just sobbed the whole time. Hector seemed happy at times. He smiled genuine smiles at me. I stayed at his hospital bed all morning until he passed in the early afternoon. I didn’t know what to do with myself for the rest of the day, so I went home took a couple of his leftover pain meds and slept for over 18 hours.

When I woke up, I made a call to Live Forever. I lugged over the two 80-zettabyte drives I had filled with holos of Hector and myself. They were amazed at how much material I had, said that this was probably going to be their best composite ever. I even signed a release that they might use it in their presentation materials. I didn’t care about any of that. I just took my drive with Hector’s composite on it home. I didn’t even thank them.

When I first booted Hector up, I cried again. It turns out I wasn’t out of tears yet. After hours of sobbing and listening to his voice (he sounded exactly the same!) and looking at his perfect face, we finally started talking. Honest to God, I couldn’t tell that he wasn’t dead and we weren’t having a holo-chat from beyond the grave. Everything was the exact same, his mannerisms, how he spoke, how he laughed. It was the real deal. And then, at 4am in the morning, exhausted from crying and laughing and sleep deprivation, he said it.

“Turn that thing off and come join me.”

I blanked. Hector smiled his coy smile and gazed at me from the sides of his eyes.

“Turn that thing off and come join me.”

I panicked and ran into the bathroom. I was hyperventilating. There was no noise coming from the kitchen where the hologram of Hector’s head floated above our countertop. I slept on the bathroom floor that night, using the bathroom mat for a blanket.

When I came out for food the next morning, Hector’s head still floated pleasantly in the air, and he greeted me with a smile. We chatted a bit, until he said “I missed you last night. I wish you’d turn off that holo-cam and come and join me.” And you know what? I think I will.

#netrunner #my fic #CW: suicide #CW: depression

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jamespotterthefirst · 11 months

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Top 10 Childhood Ships

Thank you for the tag @jerzwriter

In no particular order

Ariel & Eric

I know I said in no order but this right here was my first ship before I knew what shipping was. It’s also self-explanatory since Prince Eric is a dream. I’d give it all up for him too. I mean, the man went back into a burning ship to save his dog.

And now I’m back on my Ariel and Eric bullshit in 2023 with the remake. They took my original OTP and made it better.

Anastasia & Dimitri

The way this movie and this ship had me in a chokehold as a kid. It seems I was always a slut for enemies to lovers.

Lily & James

Yes, I ship Harry Potter’s dead parents. They are the first ship I ever wrote for. They are the reason I’m still writing today and the reason I found my Twin @takeharryandgo in this cruel world. Also enemies to lovers.

Rick & Eve

I just love these two. They are GOALS.

Elizabeth Bennet & Mr. Darcy

The mother of all ships. The queen of Enemies to Lovers. There are so many things I should say about tis ship yet words fail me. Just KNOW that the fucking hand flex scene changed me. The scene where they dance and hate fuck each other with their eyes defined me. The scene in the 1995 version where Darcy is watching Lizzie distract Georgianna at the piano altered my brain chemistry. I love all versions of this forever and ever.

Odette & Derek

I was also a slut for these Disney Adjacent animated films. The Swan Princess owned my life. ANOTHER ENEMIES TO LOVERS OMG. I’m seeing a pattern here.

Katniss & Gale

Shhhhhhhh. I was the only one in the world who shipped them and I’m okay with that. They were there for each other when no one else was. They deserved better.

Tessa Gray & Will Herondale

I think I only read the first two books in the Clockwork Princess series, back when I could tolerate C****** Clare. But I shipped these two so hard. I even wrote a fic. It’s somewhere in the depths of the internet.

Edward & Bella

I know, I know.

Listen, I was a Twilight girlie. And I was definitely “Team Edward”. I’m adding this one for nostalgia purposes.

Leslie & Ben

I wasn’t a child anymore but I still went hard for these two.

Tagging: a few people because I don’t want to double tag anyone who was tagged before! @takeharryandgo, @heauxplesslydevoted, @writer-ish and anyone else who wants to do it!

#childhood ships

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upsidedownism · 2 years

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TASK 003.

he sits with his parent’s at the funeral. the perfect family lined up in a row. mike looks over to see his friends before the stoic look on his face returns. the casket is closed. and mike can’t bring himself to look at the family. it hurts too much. when the service is over mike loosens the tie and they walk to the car, but mike had drove himself here. it’s only when they get to their parking space does his dad say something about christopher. a problem child, a kid who didn’t deserve it but it’s not surprising. mike feels the rage that he felt all those years ago. mike just looks at his dad the same way karen does, really?

“do you ever think before you speak or is your brain about as shallow and empty as you?” mike says before sighing and getting into his car. he can here a michael from his mother but he doesn’t stick around to hear the end of it. he doesn’t know where to go or who to drive to so he picks somewhere close to the byer-hopper house but he doesn’t want to disturb them. but all of this is reminding him way too much of when will went missing.

dear will,

you’re gone. and i don’t know where you went or if you’re ever coming back. i don’t know if something happened if someone said something that made you leave or if you got hurt riding back home. if it is something someone said just come back and i can fix it- we can fix it.

they say that it was a suicide. i’m not buying that. my mom keeps looking at me like i’m going to go next because you’re gone. but i do think you would do that to your family or me- the party.

i think that if you did you’d at least leave a note. something. anything.

jonathan didnt cry at the funeral. they just kind of looked sad.

did something happen?

stupid, i know, to entertain the idea that you…

it just doesnt feel real anymore. i dont know why i’m writing a letter to a ghost. can you see me? can you hear me?

did you know that you were my first best friend? when we met in kindergarten i was so scared that i was going to be alone, but then i saw you on the swing and you looked sad. i didnt want you to feel sad even if what i felt was the same. then i gave you half of my cookie.

if this is the end i guess i just want to say that i’m glad that we met.

i’m glad that we got thirteen years together and i wish that it were more.

i’m sorry this letter is so over the place i keep coming back to it like it’s going make you come back alive. and i’m afraid to end it because that means it’s really over and i don’t know if i can handle the finality of it all. so i’m going to keep writing to you. okay?

i got my mit letter of acceptance almost right after you went missing. and its taken me today to reject it. how can i go when you’re here?

i told my parents a lie that i didn’t get in and burned the acceptance letter. if you were to tell me a couple months ago that i got into mit and couldn’t go i would have thought it was the end of the world. shit doesnt seem that important anymore when you’re best friend isn’t here.

holly misses you.

and.

and i miss you too.

i know i’m really bad at sharing my feelings and i guess i just wanted to say that i lo

i guess i just wanted to say that i’m sorry if you felt like this place couldn’t be safe for you. i would have done anything to make you feel safe.

i guess i need to force myself to end this at some point. try and… move on. but i don't think that i will. i don't think that i can.

mr clarke said once that, energy cannot be created or destroyed but it can be altered from one form to another. so, according to the laws of the conversation of energy: not a bit of you is gone. you’re still here in one way or another.

your best friend forever,

mike.

#hawkinstm.task003 #━━ ❛❛ // MIKE WHEELER ! ¦ blow all my friendships to sit in hell with you . 「 ft. will byers ! 」#━━ ❛❛ // MIKE WHEELER ! ¦ i’m sorry are you lonely it’s just the chemicals . 「 headcanons ! 」#with archie's hc abt how will died im... sobbing #'died'#and this is all over the place bc at the time mike was like 17/18 and frantic and in grief so if it reads messy its meant to be i promise <3 #suicide mention tw

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its-inevitable-lupe · 1 year

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lately I feel… what can I say now that I have said many things here in a million different words.

I do not know love, I know love. I don’t know love.

I use to cry a lot when I was little. I dot. Remember much but I would cry when I got overwhelmed. When I was send away with strangers to look after me. I would cry in my closet all alone.. it felt my only hiding spot. I would cry in silence. I would cry in the bathroom. When I got older I became colder… tearless…. And lately it’s those times that I wish my eyes would cry. But cry just naturally. A few months ago I had a good cry because I wanted to die… just naturally felt so sad with myself and I poured myself to some weird stranger I use to loved. But it felt absolutely nothing being with them that time. And I feel that they never deserve my vulnerability even if it took a long time. It felt like trash. Sometimes I wonder if anything is ever real. Just like my mother acts just like them. Like my honesty was late. But even there she tries to care and love in her way but even then I put up with it because I’m trying to do the right thing. So why is it me to do the right thing? My mother says I love you and all and I sometimes say yea me too and etc… but I feel there is not one real I love you come out of my mouth that I 1000000% meant it. I feel that I’m there. I care.. I always will but that’s about it. With my sister I never love but I care….‘I have such major trauma with her that I feel responsible to take care when I never should, I feel like I was the parent when I was little even tho my mother spend way more time with her than with me. She barely ever did even tho I put up with so much shit from both. A part of me will be happy when I move and live in a different country. The only person my heart will miss forever is my little brother. That’s my baby. Most of the times I don’t want to kms because I feel for him to live a life where I died and failed.. and I’m sure that my sister might not have a full life tbh. I think since I was a little kid I was always afraid, anxious and scared… and I knew she would die.. because there was always something. People don’t and won’t ever know half of my traumas…. I erased so much of it. I have a million things that sometimes I wonder how I’m still here? I feel my brain is tired… it’s just ruin… I still feel very lost. I feel so damaged. I feel very incapable of love. I feel the media and books have alter my vision and I fantasize love. I use to think I was going into a mental institution or a rehab place but then I met Vitoria. Being around her made stop having nightmares after years… and hearing these sounds at night that I would also sleepwalk. I feel that with her it was love and it was wonderful until it wasn’t. I feel that in many occasions my being.. my brain was super against her and love that I would abuse pills and alcohol when I was with her in the start. I slowly started my new addiction to drinking. I use to be sadistic af. I use to enjoy my sadness and it brought comfort that if I wasn’t arguing and fighting against her that nothing was ok. I grew up in chaos and abuse that me and her acting like this was normal.. until I was the one who stepped away and knew I deserved better and a calm mindset. I feel this adhd thing affected a lot. I truly can’t focus and I thought I was being rude in the past and needed many things to do and distracted.

I FELL ASLEEP WRiting again. So I’ll post. This

#my thoughts

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itsqwertyluvs · 3 years

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Netflix Legacy Challenge - Add-ons

So I saw this amazing Netflix Legacy challenge that flapjacksims had created, and I wanted to add on some more TV shows since I only know about 2 of them on the list aha :) (check out their challenge, it’s so cool)

Generation 1: F.R.I.E.N.D.S

If Rachel:

“It’s like all my life everyone’s told me, ‘You’re a shoe! You’re a shoe! You’re a shoe!’“

Starts when Young Adult

Compulsory Traits: Materialistic, Creative

Master Style Infuencer career

Live with your best friend

Leave someone at the alter, then move to San Myschuno

Have an on-off relationship with your best friend’s brother

Reach Level 5 in both parenting & painting skills

Have at least one child with your best friend’s brother

Complete ‘Soulmate’ aspiration

If Phoebe:

“They don’t know that we know they know we know”

Starts when Young Adult

Compulsory Traits: Music Lover, Vegetarian

Live alone in San Myschuno

Reach Level 3 of a part-time career, before quitting and maxing the Entertainer career

Be in a long term relationship with someone, but eventually leaving them for another sim

Complete ‘Musical Genius’ aspiration

Have at least 3 kids

If Monica:

“Okay, hypothetically, why won’t I be married when I’m 40?”

Starts when Young Adult

Compulsory Traits: Neat, Foodie

Master Culinary career OR run your own restaurant successfully

Live with your best friend

Have a secret relationship with one of your best friends

Reach Level 10 Cooking skill

Host parties at your house at least once a week

Unable to have kids of your own, adopt instead

Generation 2: The Queen’s Gambit

“I would say it is much easier to play chess without the burden of an Adam's apple”

Starts when Child

Compulsory Traits: Genius

Master Scientist career (closest thing to chess)

Reach Level 10 Logic skill

Complete ‘Nerd Brain’ aspiration

Have your mother die when your a child

Become at least a Rising Star in fame

Live in an ‘orphanage’ until teenager

Get adopted as a teenager

Generation 3: Charmed

If Piper:

“You can’t make me forget you”

Starts when Young Adult

Compulsory Traits: Foodie

Master Culinary career OR run your own restaurant (P3)

Reach Level 10 Cooking skill & at least Level 5 Parenting skill

Be a spell-caster

Specify in “Practical magic”

Have a long distance relationship with someone

Have at least one child with that person

If Prue:

“We may not be murderers, but we’re no angels either”

Starts when Young Adult

Compulsory Traits: Self-Assured, Family Oriented

Begin in the Painting career, but eventually master the Freelance Photography career

Have a partner die young that hangs over you forever

Be a spell-caster

Specify in “Mischief magic”

Never marry, instead either adopt or have one-night stand to have a child

If Phoebe:

“The real world better start showing me some respect or I’m going to stop saving it every week!”

Starts when Young Adult

Compulsory Traits: Active, Self-Assured

Attend university doing Psychology

Master Social Media career

Be a spell-caster

Specify in “Untamed magic”

Fall in love with a criminal who dies in the end

Eventually remarry to someone

Have at least 2 kids

Generation 4: Shameless

“If I had to apologize for all the stuff my father's done, I wouldn't have a voice left”

Starts when Young Adult

Compulsory Traits: Family-Oriented, Good

Do odd jobs & part-time jobs before reaching at least Level 8 of the Business career

Have a mother that isn’t present & a father that is always at the bar

Look after all of your siblings throughout your whole life

Max the Parenting skill

Fall in love with someone who turns out to be a criminal

Have 1+ children

Generation 5: H20: Just Add Water

If Cleo:

“There are more important things than seeing how long you can hold your breath for and frolicking with the dolphins”

Starts when Teenager

Compulsory Traits: Clumsy, Animal Enthusiast

Live in Sulani

Become a mermaid by accidentally eating mermaidic kelp

Work as a part-time Lifeguard, and eventually go into the Conservationist career

Have a relationship with someone, but later break up

Ex-partner dates another mermaid who hates you, but they eventually break up & the ex-partner leaves soon after

Never fall in love again, until Adulthood when the ex comes back & you reconcile with one another

Have at least two kids

If Rikki:

“I never liked pool parties anyway”

Starts when Teenager

Compulsory Traits: Self-Assured, Loner

Live in Sulani in a trailer with your father

Have no relationship with your mother

Become a mermaid by accidentally eating mermaidic kelp

Have an ‘enemies to lovers’ relationship with your partner

Own a restaurant with your partner (JuiceNet Cafe)

Reach Level 6 in any 3 skills

Complete ‘Party Animal’ aspiration

Have 1-3 children

Generation 6: The Vampire Diaries

“People are born, they grow old, and then they die”

Starts when Teenager

Compulsory Traits: Self-Absorbed, Romantic

Have both parents die before becoming a Teenager

Master the Writer career

Complete ‘Bestselling Author’ aspiration

Fall in love with two siblings as a Teenager, and eventually discover they are both vampires

Have a best friend that is a spell-caster

Eventually, pick between the two sibling and marry them, however, have an affair with the other one resulting in a child

Have only one child

Generation 7: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

“I'm the thing that monsters have nightmares about”

Starts when Teenager

Compulsory Traits: Self-Assured, Active

Master the Athlete career

Reach Level 10 in Fitness skill

Complete ‘Bodybuilder’ aspiration

Live in Forgotten Hollow with your mother only

Be best friends with two ‘outcasts’ from school

Fall in love with a vampire

Have only one child

That’s all I have for now, let me know if you have any other suggestions for generations I could add :)

#ts4challenge #ts4 #ts4 legacy #ts4legacy #sims4 #netflixlegacy

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kyberphilosopher · 3 years

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Cerise

Those are people who died, died Those are people who died, died They were all my friends and just died.

Word Count: 5736 Warnings: Crime, Weapons, Mentioned Murder of a R/pist, Crude humor.

Jason’s friend and roommate, another Gotham villain, is ordered to return to Task Force X.

ce·rise/səˈrēs,səˈrēz/ [noun] a bright or deep red color.

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.★.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

Let’s open up our story on a colorful note: Fuck Amanda Waller.

Nobody likes her. You don’t like her. Jason doesn’t like her. None of the characters in this story like her. Arguably, none of the characters in your present universe like her, either. There’s a reason why people call her “The Wall”. It’s because that’s what it’s like talking to her. And that’s what it would be like trying to deny the request she’d passed on to you in her letter.

It weighed on your mind briefly as you walk up the stairs of your apartment building. By the third flight, the weight’s pretty much disappeared. Sure, there’s anger at Waller for violating your agreement, but it’s so useless being annoyed with her that it washes away fast. So by the fourth flight, the whole thing is settled in your head to completion. You’ll go back to your Suicide Squad- or a Suicide Squad, considering most people Waller selects are idiots. Then you’ll do the job, and walk away bing, bang, boom.

You tip your head politely as if in salute to the older woman, Mallorca, who occupies the apartment across from you. She returns a warm smile that raises her prominent and wrinkled jowls, igniting the fire in her warm brown eyes. “You need me to do your laundry again?”

Of course an angel such as Mallorca would make such an offer. It’s not a bad offer, either. Your dark, silver lined chest plate is splattered with blood all over the front. It’s nobodies blood that doesn’t deserve it, as per your agreement with Waller. Just some perverted little prick who thought with his dick instead of his brain with the wrong girl. She looked frightened, and you saved her, and since the prick had just hit 18 (a fact you learned after rummaging around his wallet after), you had permission to bash his brain in. Hence the blood splattered vigilante armor.

The first time Mallorca had seen such a sight, she had no reaction whatsoever. You weren’t sure what else you were expecting from an old woman living in a back alley apartment building, but it certainly wasn’t that. She offered no shock to your red masked, blood stained roommate either. Mallorca is simply an otherworldly being. And is that cocaine you see on the collar of her shirt?

“I got it,” you throw in return, rounding the corner so she’s at your back, and nearing the climb up the next and last flight of stairs. “Hey, is Jason home?” But when you turn around fully, Mallorca shows no intention of responding and has disappeared down your previous staircase. You clasp your hands against the sides of your thighs, “Oh, okay.”

You make your way up the final steps and stick a hand in a secret back pocket to fish around for your keys. You wince when you begin the rigorous task of tugging the lanyard free from the depths, which unfortunately fell near to your back hole. Then you slip the key into the lock and twist.

Inside your apartment is near emptiness. There’s a couch, a rug, some windows, a TV, and to your immediate right is a small kitchen beside a hallway that leads to a bathroom and two bedrooms. You see the large plant you’d stuck in the corner is wilted and tinged brown, and the TV is playing some movie with the sound muted. No sign of your roommate, however.

You toss your helmet and keys onto the couch. Then you make your way to the kitchen to search the fridge for a snack (that you know is not there) or perhaps some water. You bend down to peek an eye in, only to stand back up and close the thing. Then you pass over to the counter, and reach up to now peek an eye in the overhead cabinet.

“You’re home early.”

You let out a short-but cathartic- scream, jumping as you turn around. You relax quickly. It’s only Jason, and your face changes from shocked and panicked to simply annoyed.

The man at the other side of the room pulls his infamous red helmet from atop his face. Underneath is a classically masculine, handsome face with eyes that blend between green and blue. Black hair falls free in messy strands, accented by the one white tuft that you’ve claimed reminds you of a skunk. You tilt your head lazily in defeat. “How many times have I told you not to do that?”

Jason shrugs in his red hoodie and jeans, walking across the room to set the helmet on the coffee table. “Four. Any particular reason you’re home so early?” he flops himself onto the couch and kicks his feet up, crossing them tastefully next to the Red Hood helmet.

You turn back around to continue the task of grabbing a cup from the top cabinet. “It’s been five, and I apologize for assuming I could do what I wanted in my own home.”

“If you have to ask me to stop sneaking up on you five times, you’re probably a really bad vigilante.”

“Fuck,” you mutter as you fill the cup with tap water. “That’s true.”

You turn around to face Jason. His eyes are already on you, illuminated by the blue glow from the television. They linger purely on your form for a moment, then they dip down to narrow at your armor. “Were you the one who killed that guy on the back of main?”

You furrow your brows and look up with pursed lips in thought. “Are you talking about the main diner or the main records shop?”

“Main diner on main street.”

“No, that was Azrael. This was by the records shop.” You raise the glass to your lips.

Jason snaps his fingers. “Oh, that guy. The kid?”

You nod and take another sip of the water. “He just turned eighteen, so you know. Free game. So, what do you want for dinner? Pick something good. I’m going back to the squad so I won’t be here for a few weeks.”

Jason’s brows furrow for a split second, then he perks up attentively. “You’re going back to the task force?” he repeats, though it sounds defeated and disbelieving. Distraught- is that the word you’re looking for?

“Yeah,” you shrug. “I got the letter-” you set the cup of water down and reach a hand into your pocket. Then you pull the crumpled envelope free of its confines and toss it onto the counter, “-today.”

Jason’s eyebrows furrow again. This time the movement is quick and curved and almost offended. “So, that’s it then?”

“What’s wrong, Jason?” you smirk. “Did you finally fall in love with your roommate turned friend? I always knew this day would come.”

“Uh, no?”

“Suit yourself.”

You turn back around and begin rinsing the cup out. Jason watches your back, something in his chest sinking. You weren’t his best friend. Besides living together, you weren’t really all that close. You were living a life a lot like his, running around at night as some antihero vigilante. The only difference was that you’d crossed paths with Waller and had managed to make it out of her system alive. Most antihero vigilante’s weren’t so lucky. Most of them died. But now you’re telling Jason right to his face that you’re going back. That you think you’ll only be gone a few weeks when it could just be forever. Sprayed with dark blood all over... what if it was yours?

“Actually,” Jason leans forward. His legs drop from the table and spread open, elbows resting against his knees with a hunched back. “Why don’t you pick dinner tonight?”

The glass clinks against the metal of the sink as you set it inside. Jason almost always picks dinner. Most of the time he chooses burgers or Chinese. Your apartments stove isn’t working, so eating from home really just means a BLT sandwich for the both of you.

“Are you offering because you’re hoping I’ll choose that new steakhouse?” you smile.

“I’ll get you anything you want,” the man replies. “It’s on me.”

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Jason meets you on the roof of the building about an hour and a half later. You wanted to go with him, since you’d say his behavior is different from usual, but he was very adamant about you staying in. Jason even encouraged you to go ahead and pick your favorite movie to watch while he’s gone.

When you told him you’d decided on the steakhouse option, you meant it ironically. Between the two of you, money could be described as ‘tight’. Going to a new place like that would mean saving for a while. Furthermore, you hadn’t even given him your order before Red Hood was gone.

To his credit, looking at him now, you wouldn’t change a thing. The first bite of the food is phenomenal. The second bite is just perfect. Jason must have mind reading powers to be so aware of your taste in food- you’d thought he never noticed.

He gets a steak, as predicted. Jason loves steak.

Gotham looks most like itself at night, a view shared between the two of you. Two sets of legs dangle over the side of your building, both of which are clad in heavy boots and armored knees. Jason had decided to go out as his alter ego- a fact he thought he could keep from you by putting his hoodie under his leather jacket.

“I saw you put your helmet by the door,” you tell him. “I know what’s under that sweatshirt.”

“No you didn’t,” is all he says back.

The wind tickles the back of your neck. It ripples through the air in lazy waves, making Jason’s hair ruffle. The white skunk streak disappears and reappears between the darker-than-midnight-sky strands. Behind Jason, the moon is full and lonely. Its only company is the two of you.

“Oh my god,” you stuff your mouth. “This is so good.”

“Hm,” Jason hums in agreement, stabbing his steak once again with a fork in his black to-go box. It’s the next movement of his shoulder that catches your eye.

“Jason, is that cocaine, or powder donut dust?”

Jason glances over at you.

Your eyes linger on the white splotch of something in the wrinkles of red fabric. “Because I asked you not to eat them since there’s only two left.”

Your face slowly falls to one of horror as Jason stays still. With a face of steel, he finally says, “It’s cocaine then.”

“Then?”

“Look what I got you.”

Jason sets his box to the ledge beside him and leans down.

“Worst subject change ever.” You take an angry bite of your meal in an attempt to both silence yourself and to make you feel better. Unfortunately as you pull away from the bite, crumbs attach themselves to your chest plate and stick to your fingers. “Crap. Jason, your dumb food is getting shit all over my stuff!”

When you look over, Jason’s orbs are already on you. His eyes pierce yours, almost unintentionally daring them to look away. The skunk strands glow this close. He holds two things in his hands. The first is a small, brown pot you could balance in the palm of your hand, filled with miniature yellow and red flowers. Scarlet tulips, golden sunflowers, and blonde alstroemerias. In the other hand is a Blu-ray copy of your favorite film.

“Oh,” is all you can muster out.

When was the last time the two of you had actually exchanged gifts? You weren’t lovers, or best friends. You were just friends. It had to have been last Christmas, when you had gotten him a TV subscription for South Park and a pair of socks. Jason had gifted you a new bedframe that he later helped you put together.

A big smile reaches your eyes and makes your cheeks sore. “I haven’t been able to find this anywhere,” you say, taking the movie from his fingers. Your voice comes out pure and genuine. “Thank you.” Your smile grows even larger when you cup the pot of flowers with both hands.

“All of the flower shops were closed,” Jason explains. “Those are plastic. They won’t die anytime soon.”

At that moment, you swear you could’ve kissed him. He’s looking at you like this is all nothing, like he didn’t just drop big money on dinner and flowers for you. Jason knew what food you wanted before you did. He knew your favorite movie when you can’t even remember saying a thing about it. When had any other man or woman been so thoughtful? So romantic? So caring?

You glance down to the film in your lap. “I didn’t think you payed attention this well.”

Jason’s brow quirks upwards. Something flashes in his eyes as he adjusts his position, seven stories up from the ground. “What kind of roomie would I be if I didn’t?” he asks. Something tells you there’s a shyness blooming in that broad chest of his. Jason’s eyes flit downward to the blood on you, before his head dips back upwards to lock a stare with you once more. “You smell nice,” he states.

You look up at him simply. You know your eyes are filled with pure adoration, and that it’s showing all over your face, but you don’t care. Your red hooded, drug pedaling, bat wrangling, gun toting equal roommate is your favorite person in all of Gotham at this exact moment.

Behind Jason, a small bird flits overhead with a flash of crimson. “Hey, look,” you pat Jason’s shoulder. His eyes follow yours until they land on the floor of the roof behind you. “I think it’s a robin.”

“I know that bird,” Jason scowls. “That’s the son of the bitch that keeps waking me up in the morning.”

“Hm?”

You watch as Jason swings his legs over the side and pushes himself from the ledge. One hand reaches into the back of his pants while the other searches his leather jacket pocket for something. After a few seconds, he produces both a clip of ammo and a gun, which connect with a click.

“Ah!” you yelp, placing both the flowers and movie on the brick before copying your friends actions and standing on the roof. Jason hasn’t shot yet, but the gun in his hand is aimed right at the little birdie. He’s got a clean shot. His face remains neutral and unmoving as you take your place beside him.

It’s a full minute, and the robin is still alive and intact. He nibbles on a little crumb of bread. “He looks happy,” you think out loud. The air of Gotham goes quiet up on that roof, despite the distant sirens, music, and people throughout the city. “Are you gonna shoot?”

Jason’s finger lingers over the trigger. Even the slightest of a squeeze would set the weapon off at this point. The balls of your feet move to and froe, anticipating the bang you’re so familiar with. But then Jason lowers the gun completely, and the robin flies away at the movement. “Nah. He’ll feel the pain I dish out in the morning.”

“Don’t be sad,” you nudge Jason. “He’ll be back at six AM tomorrow to wake you up.” You turn to return to your beckoning food on the ledge. “Thanks for all this, anyway.”

“You’re welcome,” you hear Jason respond. “Hey Y/N?”

Jason watches you spin until you’re completely facing him. He can see the blood again. How it’s completely standing out against the darkness of your outfit. You look powerful, yeah. And you look like the antihero you’re labeled as. But all Jason sees is a corpse of a... of a friend. “Yeah?”

“You’re sure about this Waller thing?”

“Yeah?” you reply, as if it were obvious. The stain on you is so haunting it’s easy to think otherwise. “It’s not like I have much of a choice. It’ll only be a few weeks. I’ll be back before you know it. Then I can show you this sick ass movie.”

Then you go back to walking towards the ledge to retake your seat. But Jason remains standing. He watches as you, the person he thinks of naked so often, get comfortable, your back facing him. And, despite your word, Jason has the sinking feeling that some Suicide Squad mission isn’t the only place Amanda Waller will send you to.

This time, Amanda Waller will send you to your grave.

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This was supposed to be out on August 16th, for Jason’s birthday. But the concept came to me too late and I spent too long on it. Anyway, here’s some symbolism for ya.

Tulips symbolize unconditional love. Sunflowers symbolize adoration. Alstroemeria’s symbolize devotion. The reader describes the plant in their apartment as turning brown, suggesting it may share a similar fate as the reader as plants go brown when about to die. Robin’s symbolize optimism, a trait the reader displays towards the idea of returning to the Suicide Squad. Robin was also a former identity of Red Hood. Both of which could be why Jason decides to spare the bird.

I’ll go back and proof read this in the morning.

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blouisparadise · 3 years

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hi! just wondering if you know what fics from the abo fest are bl?

We’ve compiled a list below! As always, it can be difficult to check larger collections like this, so if anyone sees a fic here that shouldn’t be or finds one that we missed, please let us know! There are lots of amazing fics here.

Enjoy!

1) Rose’s Fortune | Mature | 5055 words

Omega Louis takes one of his siblings to the doctors (check up, possible broken bone or possibly injections?) and the new Dr is Alpha Harry. Harry is great with kids and Louis is smitten. Harry is smitten too but attempts to act professionally and keep his distance whenever Louis visits the Drs with his siblings or to pick up his prescriptions. But Harry realises there is no reason for him not to make a move as Louis isn't under his care.

2) This Love’s A Luxury | Mature | 5623 words

Omega Louis is a hairdresser. Alpha Harry just wants his hands on him.

3) Take Me To The Stars | Explicit | 5840 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Staring at his darling daughter, in the middle of the pasta aisle, Louis found himself on the edge of a neurotic breakdown.

"It’s your birthday tomorrow! And your papa better not do anything to muck it up! Because your dada worked very hard to organise it! And all of your aunties and grannies and granddads and friends will be there!” Louis continued in a sweet sing-song voice that seemed to get increasingly frantic as he continued. “And if your papa is in rut, then what? What’ll we do, honey girl? Your dada will be too busy! And your papa will be too horn-”

“Louis,” Harry interrupted, touching Louis’ arm. “I’ll be okay. It’s probably not even my rut. I can appreciate you… all of you… even when I’m not in rut.”

Louis looked at him skeptically, imagining the shitshow that would be Harry in rut, surrounded by family and friends, at their child’s first birthday party. “I hope you’re right, H.”

4) Dare You To Move | Not Rated | 6060 words

The one where Harry falls in love with the omega who is the brain behind the omega march he joined.

5) I'm Asking You Please, Don't Talk Dirty to Me | Explicit | 9777 words

Prompt #68: Harry’s best friend Louis is a nice, well-mannered omega, at least when it comes to sex talk. He has always been closed off and quiet... until Harry hears how Louis talks during his heat. Now, it's all Harry can think about before his upcoming rut... (Original prompt wording edited for clarity)

6) When Tomorrow Comes | Explicit | 11111 words

When Louis and Niall are partnered up to complete a project on Omega scents and how they effect the nesting behaviours of Alphas, little does Louis know that the course of his life is about to be forever altered.

7) Hint: I Want To Be Yours | Mature | 11157 words

The one where Harry unconsciously starts acting like Louis' alpha after they spend his rut together and Louis finds ways to make sure Harry's affection doesn't end.

8) Smells Like Omega Spirit | Not Rated | 11769 words

Note: There is no smut in this fic, but it is omega Louis/alpha Harry.

Louis is an omega doing a test run on neutralizers for a class project. Every time he talks to Harry he smells completely different.

Harry is an alpha who can't figure out if he's going crazy or his sense of smell is broken, but all he wants to figure out what Louis' real scent is.

Somehow they figure it out.

9) If I'm On Fire, You'll Be Made Of Ashes Too | Explicit | 12518 words

Flawed and romanticised is the notion of perfection. Harry likes to think such a thing as perfection exists.

10) Love, Ever After | Explicit | 20782 words

The one where omega Louis makes love matches, alpha Harry makes cheese, and meddling friends might finally make their dreams of finding their soulmate come true.

11) Promise Me You Won't Run Away | Explicit | 23128 words

The Prince/ Knight AU in which Harry left Louis, but the omega never once gave up on them.

12) Don't Play With Matches | Explicit | 25632 words

Niall sees love everywhere - much to the despair of his friends, old and new (who he tends to treat as his own life-sized game of sims). It leads to complications.

13) I'm Gonna Keep This Love, If You Let Me | Explicit | 26355 words

Louis makes Harry pretend to be his boyfriend one night out. The rest is history.

14) In Your Scent I Thrive | Explicit | 33366 word

Harry’s particular condition has made it impossible for him to enjoy people’s scent, until he meets Louis.

15) We Both Got Nothing to Hide | Explicit | 43811 words

Omega Louis has a secret nest. Alpha Harry keeps losing his clothes.

16) Oubaitori | Explicit | 48822 words

Louis and Harry meet again after years apart and have to learn to live together by detangling their shared past and uncovering old secrets.

17) Maybe You'll Like the Way I Am | Not Rated | 55878 words

Note: There is no smut in this fic, but it is omega Louis/alpha Harry.

When Louis' alpha neighbor asks him to pretend to be his omega for a week, Louis immediately says no. He has too much he's dealing with on his own, and he swore to himself he'd never get that close to an alpha again. Unable to hold to that resolve once guilt sets in, Louis finds that maybe fumbling his way through a fake relationship for a week was exactly what he needed to finally be able to move on.

18) Lunar Waltz | Explicit | 76795 words

Louis has to replace his (missing) twin brother and marry one of the most dangerous alphas of the kingdom.

19) I’m Missing Half Of Me When We’re Apart | Explicit | 83745 words

AU in which OT5 are all in their 30's and a list from 10 years ago dares Harry and Louis to lose their virginity to each other. What happens when two best friends who are not only completely unlike each other but also the complete opposite of their assigned secondary genders find themselves in the position of fulfilling that goal despite Louis hating alphas and everything they represent and Harry being irrevocably and unconditionally in love with his best friend? Will they find to each other or will a stupid piece of paper from their Uni days ruin their friendship?

- BLP 🍑

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americasmarauders · 3 years

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Hey Luiza!! Ok so I don’t know if this is too big of an ask BUT would you maybe consider, if you’re comfortable with it, writing up (from prompt list 1) #24 that leads into #11 with Tim Drake?

author's note: has this been sitting in my ask box for, what, 4 months? yes it has. I'm deeply sorry for that, love, but suddenly life got in that way, and I found myself unmotivated and uninspired. But now, hopefully, I'll have a couple of weeks of peace and I managed to complete this request. I hope you don't mind, but I put my own spin on the prompts, slightly altering them. Hopefuly it's up to par with what you expected. I re-worked an old draft of mine, one that was supposed to be a royal!au based on Love Story by Taylor Swift, to fit the prompts. It's still a royal!au and it still has some colors of Taylor Swift, nevertheless I hope you like it.

prompts: #24: banter in which one of them’s like… “i love you” and the other person’s like “ok” and the first one’s like “say it back” and the other one’s just like “no 😝” and the first one gets frustrated because “why wouldn’t you say it back we always say i love you before we leave”

#11: when one of them is hurt by the antagonist… and their lover goes… absolutely ballistic and does everything in their power to get to the person they love, to the point in which the antagonist and it’s crew have to physically restrain them… and it still doesn’t stop them… they just keep kicking… doesn’t matter what happens to them… doesn’t matter if they get beaten in the process… as long as their lover is safe… words: 3,982

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She leaned to the railing of the balcony, summer air gently brushing on her skirt and her skin, a small smile playing at her lips. Her hands fidgeted nervously as she waited for her love to encounter her in that abandoned corner of her family’s palace.

A sigh escaped her lips as she attentively listened to the noises around her. The rumble of the party could still be heard, even if faintly. There were barely any rounds in that part of the castle, especially with the big ball her father had decided to throw. She had millimetrically chosen that balcony: something far enough from the ballroom, so they wouldn’t be bothered, but not too far in case they got caught. She could see the moon clearly from where she stood, its light illuminating the fountain down below beautifully. She thought about how his eyes would be beautiful under the Moon’s light and her heart fluttered.

She had been warned about the Waynes, mostly by her adoptive Father, who wasn’t exactly a fan of Bruce Wayne, King of Gotham. Their relationship was civil, but it wasn’t safe from animosities, many that had happened in their past, when both were still young princes trying to get their bearings of their upcoming roles. A war was brewing back then, a war that had not ended as of yet, and she remembered her Father telling her how palpable the tension in the air was, how exasperated his mentor was that he was as prepared to be a king both militarily and educationally. She only imagined King Bruce’s mentor felt the same.

Unfortunately, the antipathy extended to the plethora of adopted children King Bruce had. Her father always spoke of them with a corner of disdain, his lips twisting into a frown. He had to have contact with them, the trades of their kingdom depended on Gotham a whole lot, but he had shielded his children from the Wayne kids. When she was smaller, when she had just arrived in the castle fresh from the streets, she had believed every word from her Father. She had stayed away from them, actively avoiding them when she saw a pair of raven hair and bright eyes looking in her direction. When she grew up, she stopped thinking about dodging their attention so attentively, but still stayed out of their way, not wanting to get on her Father’s bad side.

The way she saw it, she didn’t exactly mess with the Waynes, in fact it was the other way around. Tim had stumbled onto her life, and he had been quite persistent, in spite of her trying to be cold towards him. He knew she really couldn’t resist him somehow, he always knew more than he ever let on, he saw the way she smiled when he’d pass through her on a stupid ball his Father threw for whatever reason. She pretended to not see him, to not feel his smile etched into her brain forever.

Tim managed to crawl his way to her heart and now she couldn’t imagine a life without his clever remarks and easy going smile. She remembered vividly when they danced for the first time. He had asked her, the first time he’d even whispered anything to her. It was like every eye was on her while she was hesitating to grab his hand. Her eyes flickered to his face, his smile faltered for a second. She remembered feeling her heart tightening at his deflation, and grabbed his hand immediately after.

His grip tightened on her hand, his smile firm and reassuring. She felt herself tense when they finally arrived on the dance floor, his other hand respectfully laying on her back. He whispered to her gently, begging to not let her eyes drift away from his. She listened to him, her heart beating fast, a mix of anxiety and something else, something better and new. He made snide comments about the people present at the Wayne ball, making laughter bubble underneath her skin. He had vanquished her nerves with a smile and bright eyes.

Hands slipped on her middle, hugging from behind. Tim’s scent flooded her, a smile blooming on her face. She moved to turn in his arms to face him, his hands allowing her movement. He was classically handsome, his blue eyes accentuated by the moonlight, sending butterflies to her entire being. His smile floored her, her hands finding his face, caressing lightly his cheeks.

“No one saw you?” she whispered, her forehead leaning on his, her breath mingling with his.

“No,” he shook his head, his forehead grazing on hers. His hands cradled her face, his eyes closed. “You look breathtaking tonight,” his voice was steady and precise.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” she smirked, her hands falling to his shoulders delicately. Her eyes were filled with an inexplicable love, something that consumed her wholly. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” his lips ghosted over hers, tempting her to close the tiny gap between them. She chased the smile growing on her lips, closing the space between them and interlocking their lips. Tim had promptly responded to her kiss with a gentleness only he was capable of, kindness that made something inside her explode.

She rested her forehead on his, looking deep into his moonlit eyes with an adoration that couldn’t be contained by the vessel of her body anymore. Her heart felt calm again, next to him it was like every cell of her body was finally settling into some level of tranquility. The sinking hole she felt when he was miles away back in his kingdom was rapidly filled when he smiled at her and rested his hand on her cheek. The world was filled with screaming colors once again.

“I wish I didn’t have to leave you,” he confessed, his voice barely over a whisper, his hands cradling her face carefully.

“I know, Tim,” the whisper fled from her lips, “I feel the same, but we have to, we’ve talked about this.”

“I know,” a sigh escaped his lips, defeated and resigned. He took a step back, putting space between them. She immediately felt his absence, a coldness settling inside her. His elbows rested brutally on the railing of the balcony, his knuckles as tense as his jaw. She felt it in her bones that something was deeply wrong with him, something inside him had shifted. “We could run, you know?” he suggested, his eyes finding hers once again, full of hope. “I have a safe house far away, Kon helps me keep it. We could settle down there, live a calm life.”

“Where’s this coming from, Timmy?” she whispered, her eyes closed imagining the life Tim had laid out for her.

“I’m so tired, love,” his head shook from side to side, “I'm so tired of fighting, of briefing meetings and seeing innocents die. I don’t know if I can’t take it anymore.”

“I know,” her hands rested on top of his, “but, Tim, we can’t. We can’t leave everyone behind, this is bigger than us.”

“Why not?” his voice grew with a strong tone of anger. “I just want one thing, Y/N, one thing. I want to be able to love you, without all this weight on my back that I’ve been carrying ever since my parents handed me to Bruce when I was 12. I’m exhausted all the time, I miss you like I’m missing my own heart all the time. I can’t take this anymore.”

“Tim...” she started, her voice soft and understanding, but he quickly interrupted her.

“Marry me,” he turned to her abruptly, grabbing her hands tightly. Her mouth was agape, her heart beating out of her chest. “We can get married quietly at dawn, and then we’ll live at my safe house, we’ll make it a home.”

Her eyes flew crazily over his face, looking for any hint that he was playing a prank on her, pulling purposefully on the strings of her heart. His face didn’t betray any signs of any lies, her mouth got dry and her hands started to sweat. Her brain ran a thousand different scenarios, trying to grasp onto some hope that maybe what Tim had suggested to her might work. She found none.

She shook her head, her throat tightening up. “We can’t,” she whispered, her hands slipping from his. “It wouldn’t work, Timmy. We would be hunted down, we wouldn’t have peace at all. We’d have to live a life constantly running from our past.”

“So we’d do it,” he went to grab her hands again, but she didn’t let him, his hands grasping into summer air. “I can find other houses across the continent, I can make sure we are not found.”

Tears escaped her eyes, betraying her feelings to Tim. She shook her head, her arms crossing over her stomach. “No,” she whispered, “I can’t.”

“Hey,” his fingers lifted her chin, making her look at him, “penny for your thoughts?”

She couldn’t handle being touched by Tim, his touch poisoned her thoughts. If he touched her, she’d make a decision she’d regret, and she wouldn’t have that. “I can’t do it, Tim, I can’t leave everything behind.”

“It’s not going to be easy,” he started, “but we’ll make it.”

“You’re not understanding,” her voice showed the bubbling anger and fear inside her, “I can’t abandon everything like you’re suggesting, Tim. I can’t leave all those people who depend on me, all those families that expect me to show up and give them some comfort,” she sniffed, brushing off a couple of tears running on her cheeks. “If I leave, Tim, I’d be miserable.”

He took a step back at the brutality of her words. “You’d have me,” he whispered, “I’ll love you until the end of my days, I’d never let you be miserable.”

“It wouldn’t be enough,” she replied, her knuckles tight. “I love you, Tim, with everything in me, more than the number of stars in the Universe, but it wouldn’t be enough to cover the guilt I’d feel.”

He inhaled a sharp breath, his hands gripping the railings angrily. “I’m leaving to battle tomorrow,” he stated, his voice steady and impassive.

“I know,” a mutter left her lips.

“This is your last chance before I go,” he turned to her briskly, “please, run away with me.”

“No,” she shook her head, her voice barely a whisper.

Tim huffed and left, his footsteps heavy and angry. But it wasn’t that that had broken her heart. They always said ‘I love you’ when they had to say goodbye.

Tim hadn’t said ‘I love you’.

Out of everything Tim was expecting from his day -- to dying on the battlefield, to ending a war, the list was practically endless -- he hadn’t expected receiving the letter that was in his hands.

He didn’t even know Roy knew about them. He must have guessed, though, she told everything to Roy, she loved him deeply, a love he sometimes wished resembled the love he shared with his own brothers. But things in the Wayne household were different, more secretive and cold. Sometimes, Tim thought back on how different his life would have turned out if his parents hadn’t dropped him off at Wayne Manor to run. Maybe, he would have followed in his father’s footsteps and became a fine swordsmith, maybe worthy enough to work for the Wayne family like his father before him. Maybe, it would have happened what his parents feared the most: they would have run out of business, losing every penny they owned and living in poverty for the rest of their existence.

Tim was ultimately glad his parents had made that tough decision, he wouldn’t be a Prince if they hadn’t, he wouldn’t have met his soulmate if they hadn’t.

Her. He had royally screwed up with her, he shouldn’t have pushed her too far, he knew where she stood on the subject. But he felt his impatience grow inside of him, his frustrations got the better of him and soon he was blinded only by his undying love for her and the anger he felt at the world for failing him once again.

Tim hadn’t said ‘I love you’ to her when he left. It was that realisation that pained in his chest even now, as Jason handed him a foreign letter from Roy, her brother. It was that regret that flooded him when he read the rushed words scratched on paper, his heart picking up a beat as his eyes processed the fatalistic words presented to him.

He stood up briskly from his seat, ignoring Dick rambling about the strategy they were supposed to adopt to overturn their enemy. He heard some complaints, Bruce calling after him asking where he was going. Tim ignored, only capable of focusing on the letter and his last conversation with her, the things he did not say to her and the regret he felt on the things that had been said.

Tim didn’t have anything on him other than his sword and that cursed piece of paper, but he still made his way to the stables, overlooking the weird stares he received on the way. His horse was softly munching on some hay, unaware of the ride she was about to be put on. The letter found its way to Tim’s pocket hastily, as he put on his saddle on his mare, his jaw tight with emotion.

“So that’s it?” Tim heard, closing his eyes at the voice. “You’re just gonna march to Star City, because Roy sent you a letter?”

“It’s not that, Jason,” Tim muttered, hyper-focused on securing the saddle on his horse.

“I wish I could make you do shit that easily, I would’ve made you do my field notes ages ago,” Jason liked teasing his brother, Tim guessed it was because it was easy to get a reaction out of him.

“It’s not that,” he gritted through his clenched teeth, aggressively releasing the lock of the saddle. His mare complained at the gesture. Even her found a way to scold Tim.

“Then what is it? What’s more important in Star City than here, with your army, fighting for our people?” Jason cleared, watching the anger rise in Tim’s expression quickly and overwhelmingly.

Tim shook his head, not allowing his brother to have the satisfaction of gaining a reaction out of him. He promptly got up on his horse, gently guiding her towards the exit. Jason got in front of his horse, stopping the motion completely. “Get out of the way, Jason,” Tim’s voice was low and menacingly, “I won’t warn you a second time.”

“You don’t scare me, Timothy,” Jason scoffed at his brother’s attempt of intimidation. “Get over yourself, baby bird, you can’t scare me. Now, tell me, why such a rush?”

Tim’s eyes hovered on his brother’s face, looking down at him. The letter was fished out of his pocket and tossed to Jason. His brother caught it, and hastily read its contents. “So? If they needed help containing these rebels they wouldn’t have sent you a letter,” Jason argued, his hands motioning to his brother.

“Jason,” Tim softly said, “read it again.”

His brother looked at him weirdly and did as he said. His eyes moved more slowly now, taking in the words that had ripped Tim’s heart out of his chest. “Oh,” Jason muttered, looking up at his brother once again, “oh.”

“Get out of the way, please,” Tim begged, his voice breaking.

“What are you gonna do when you get there?” Jason asked, confused at his brother’s reaction. “It’s not like you have any medical expertise, Tim, you’re not going to be able to help her.”

“I don’t know, Jason, I just have to be there,” he responded, briskly. His voice was full of contained emotion, like if Tim mad one false step everything would overflow and he would inevitably break. “I can’t lose her, I just can’t.”

Jason sighed, one of his hands resting on the holster of his sword the other on his waist. It was like he was thinking everything through, analysing thousands of scenarios Tim couldn’t even fathom. Jason was the brother everyone underestimated. He was exceptionally strong and big, he had a knack for violence no other Wayne boy had, but he was an incredible strategist, maybe the best out of all of them.

He stepped out of the way not before saying “I’ll cover for you, but I can’t promise they won’t find out.”

With that Tim ran off, the wind whipping angrily at his hair, reflective of the storm inside himself.

Tim dismounted from his horse just outside the gates of her family’s castle. The guards looked at him suspiciously, as he strode proudly toward the gate that separated him and her. He eyed the guards with an austerity he reserved for a few occasions, he never liked making people feel inferior, but his morals were askew in light of the news weighing down his chest.

“I demand to be let in,” he ordered, his voice stern and tight.

The guard in front of him raised an eyebrow, appalled by Tim’s audacity. “And who might you be?”

“I’m Prince Tim, of Gotham, and I will get in the castle, so please move,” he gathered all the authority he could muster inside him, and spoke as if he was the monarch of that kingdom.

“I’m sorry, Your Highness, but you do not have authority here,” the guard shook his head, his hand sliding to his sword slowly. Tim took that as a sign of hostility, trying in a peacock kind of way to show he was the one with the upper hand in the situation.

Tim scoffed at the pathetic demonstration, jumping at the throat of the guard and slamming him to the wall behind him. “Listen here, I have been riding for the past 5 hours, I have not stopped once and, at this point, I’m fuelled by spite and anger,” his voice was low and threatening, and he could see fear rise in the guard’s eyes. He couldn’t scare Jason, but he could scare other people. “I’m not going to be stopped by some mid-level pathetic guard,” it was weird saying insulting things to other people. Tim rarely bad-mouthed, but at that moment it felt liberating.

“Tim,” he felt a hand rest on his shoulder, “release the guard.”

Tim looked over his shoulder, Roy standing there with a calm expression, something that contradicted the feeling in his eyes. Tim shoved the guard out of his hands, dropping them violently to his sides. Roy ordered a guard to take care of Tim’s mare, gently leading Tim inside the castle’s grounds.

“She’s been asking for you,” Roy stated, his voice elusive and calm. “No one understands why, but I do.”

“How is she?” the words that Tim was afraid of saying slipped past his lips. Asking how she was made everything that had happened to her, something he had just found out, incredibly real.

“Considering that she spent the past few days being held hostage, considerably well,” Roy conceded, rubbing his hands behind his back. “A bit bruised and shaken up. But, as far as I know, well.”

“Good,” Tim swallowed the lump inside his throat, relieved to hear what Roy had said. They walked down a straight hallway, something he guessed took them from the main gates to near where she was staying.

“She told me what happened between you,” Roy manifested, filling the awkward silence growing. “She’s been beating herself up for it.”

“It’s my fault,” Tim shook his head, “I shouldn’t have said anything, I already knew her answer, it was stupid.”

“It wasn’t, trust me, if I was in the same position as you, I would’ve probably done the same,” he shrugged, turning a sharp left, “probably worse.”

Tim laughed, humourlessly, at Roy’s comment. “Listen, kid, I get it, truly. But with this,” Roy waved his hands around, “sometimes, you gotta play the long game.”

“I hate the long game,” Tim muttered, like a little kid.

“No one said it was going to be easy,” Roy scolded him, like his brother would have done. “But if you truly love her, like you say you do, then play your cards right.”

They stopped, in front of a dirty pink door, Roy’s hands gripped the handle, a small smirk on his face. Tim straightened his posture, shedding the young brother façade he unwillingly slipped on and reverting to the young Prince ways. He took a deep breath, shuffling to organize his emotions inside his brain. Roy opened the door and pushed Tim inside the room, rapidly closing the door back up.

He had never been to her room, even of all those years of courting secretly, sneaking into dark hallways, and kissing under the moonlight. Her room had always felt off bounds to him, even if it had never been expressed as such. He slowly walked into the room further, watching how every corner had her imprint in it.

She was sitting by the window, the curtains opened, a soft summer breeze gently moving her hair out of her eyes. She only wore a simple gown, almost a nightgown, making Tim feel incredibly overdressed. There were bruises littered over her arms and neck, and he felt a mixture of anger and guilt bubble underneath his skin. He struggled to contain it, hoping the people that had done that to her were already six feet underneath the ground.

Her gaze flipped to him, and his stomach somersaulted inside him. She opened a shy smile, waving timidly for him to approach her. He walked calmly towards her, his hands behind his back fidgeting nervously. She got up from her seat, and stood waiting patiently for him.

“Hi,” he whispered, in front of her. His hands itched to touch her, bring her closer and cradle her as if she was the most precious and delicate thing in the world. To him, she was.

“Hi,” she looked down at the ground, her feet bare. “I’m so--”

“No,” he interrupted her, “don’t. I’m the one who should be sorry, I’m the one to blame.”

“Tim, you didn’t do anything.”

“I did everything,” he admitted, “I didn’t say ‘I love you’,” tears sprung to his eyes, ones that he had been trying to keep at bay for a long time. “I left and suddenly you were in danger and I wasn’t there to help you. All because I was stupidly proud and bitter and I--”

“Stop,” her hands found his face, her thumbs brushing carefully on his cheekbones. “It’s not your fault, you couldn’t have known. I certainly didn’t.”

“I should have…”

“No, Timmy, you’re just a man,” she took a step closer, her body hovering next to him warmly. It was like the ice that had settled on him instantly melted when she stepped next to him, “one that I love very much. But I made mistakes that night, and so did you. And it’s okay.”

He breathed right for the first time in days. The guilt he had been carrying like a cross on his back felt lighter, almost nonexistent. A smile made way to his face, albeit a timid one, and he grabbed her hands, the warmth she irradiated seeping into him. “I missed you.”

She smiled at him, a smile no longer free of hurt, but full of more meaning than before. “There was a question you asked that night,” she whispered, her breath mingling with his, “one I didn’t answer.”

“There was?”

“Yes,” she nodded, her nose brushing on his delicately. “Ask it again.”

“Are you sure?” Tim looked into her eyes, looking for a sign of uncertainty or regret.

“Just ask it.”

“Will you marry me?” he whispered, his lips brushing hers.

“Yes.”

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theultimatefanficwriter · 3 years

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Pride Month Headcanons!

So its Pride Month! And as a proud member of the alphabet mafia I wanna give my opinion on all the Danganronpa characters' sexualities! So let's go, starting with THH!

Trigger Happy Havoc

Makoto Naegi- Pansexual. I'm under the belief all protags are Pan. Transgender(ftm). So I have this whole hc that the reason his door was jammed was that the lock was quickly removed when they found out SHE was actually a HE and I just like the hc lol.

Sayaka Maizono- Straight. I just think she has a big thing for Makoto, but other than that she cares for her career more than a relationship.

Leon Kuwata- Bisexual, heavy female leaning. I ship him with Hiro, but honestly this fucker would probably take forever to admit he likes guys.

Chihiro Fukisaki- Gay. Dont really have a reasoning. Just my opinion lol

Mondo Oowada- Bisexual. He mentions trying to confess to girls, but come on. This guy is fruity for Taka.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru- Gay. This dude meanwhile is just straight homo. He's probably closeted in fear it would bring shame to his family name again.

Hifumi Yamada- Straight. I honestly dont think about the guy enough to give this enough thought, but the way he simps over Celeste proves he likes girls at least. Plus he kept calling Alter Ego she, so...yeah.

Celestia Ludenberg- Straight. Honestly I think she'd be homophobic? Idk i really dislike Celeste, sorry 😅 She just gives me those vibes.

Sakura Oogami- Bisexual. I wanna label her as lesbian, but Kenshiro exists 😒 Women leaning possibly

Kyoko Kirigiri- Bisexual. Though i dont personally ship her with any girls, I can see her going both ways.

Byakuya Togami- Gay. And it's a problem with his family, so he's closeted.

Yasuhiro Hagakure- Pansexual. He just wants to love someone, man lmao.

Aoi Asahina- Bisexual. Again, wanna label her as lesbian, but the Bad End exists, showing she willingly got with three guys. And she does ask Makoto to pretend to be her bf. But she leans heavily towards females imo.

Toko Fukawa/Genocide Jill- Bisexual. It was straight until she met Komaru. Then she realized "Oh shit. I'm gay." But she still has a small thing for Byakuya ig 😒

Mukuro Ikusaba- Straight. We pretend the thing with her sister doesnt exist, alright?

Junko Enoshima- Straight. And definitely homophobic.

Wow a lot of bi peeps lol. Alright, onto the next game!

Goodbye Despair

Hajime Hinata- Pansexual. Again all protags are Pan. Fight me, prove me wrong you literally cant.

Ultimate Imposter- Panromantic, Nonbinary, Asexual. Though I call Imposter he a lot, I think it's almost canon they're nonbinary. I just have stupid brain and type he first without thinking. I also dont really have a reason for thinking they're asexual? I just think they are. But they're probably panromantic in order to fit their talent better.

Teruteru Hanamura- Pansexual. He's so painfully pan. He even says his options are, and I quote, "pretty open." Dis bitch gay.

Mahiru Koizumi- Lesbian. Dont think I gotta explain myself.

Peko Pekoyama- Bisexual. She's totally dating Fuyuhiko, but I can see her having small crushes on other girls.

Hiyoko Saionji- Lesbian. Also dont think I need to explain myself.

Ibuki Mioda- Bisexual. RAGING bisexual. Also I can honestly see her being Gender Fluid as well.

Mikan Tsumiki- Bisexual. She honestly needs therapy more than she needs a relationship, and she probably doesnt really understand her own labels completely, but I think shes bi.

Nekomaru Nidai- Bisexual. Homeboy was a little TOO eager to be rubbed down by Teruteru 😏 Just kidding, though I do think Nekomaru is bi. No real reason honestly

Gundham Tanaka- Bisexual. He obviously has a thing for Sonia, and in a perfect world(i.e. my perfect world) he would be holding hands with Kazuichi daily. Speaking of holding hands he basically breaks Hajime's in the FTEs. Gay 🥰

Nagito Komaeda- Gay. He's very obviously gay coded, mostly towards Hajime though I dont personally ship that.

Chiaki Nanami- Pansexual. She loves everyone equally. Honestly she probably doesnt put too much work on her labels and would probably go by any pronouns as well, so maybe Gender Fluid?

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu- Bisexual. Like Leon I think it would take him a while to accept he likes guys, and he probably leans towards girls more, but he's definitely fruity lol.

Sonia Nevermind- Pansexual. Our girl fucks. She dont care who, she just FUCKS. 🤣 But seriously, I think she just sees love as love. As she should.

Kazuichi Souda- Gay. Transgender, (ftm). He's so very closeted, so badly even he doesnt recognize it. He probably even has internalized homophobia, probably because of his father. Not sure why I hc him as trans, I just think it fits.

Akane Owari- Straight. She probably doesnt think about it much. All she knows is she likes fighting, meat, and Coach Nekomaru.

Alright and onto the last game!

Killing Harmony

Shuichi Saihara- Pansexual, Transgender(ftm). Its. THE RULE. I didnt make it. Sue me. Also fuck it I dunno I think it fits with his whole character if he were trans. Hard to explain lol

Rantaro Amami- Biromantic, Asexual. I admittedly dont know much about Rantaro, but from what I do know, I think he would fit well with just about anyone. I dont have much of a reason for him being Ace.

Kaede Akamatsu- Pansexual. She was the protagonist first, so the rule still applies lol. But even beyond that it just fits her. Hard to explain, it just seems like it works.

Ryoma Hoshi- Straight, Asexual. I know on my ship list I said I shipped him with Gonta, but theres a reason that ship was so low. I heavily think Ryoma is straight. It's just the vibe I get from him. Maybe hes bi curious, but idk. As for the ace bit, it's really dark. I hc it's because of the trauma he endured during prison.

Kirumi Tojo- Lesbian. Idk I look at her and I think "Lesbian power. Powerful wlw moments." Dont ask me my brain just does things.

Angie Yonaga- Pansexual. She always seemed like she was flirting with Himiko and lowkey Tenko, and in the FTEs she straight up wants to get married to Shuichi so like....I dunno what you want me to say.

Tenko Chabashira- Lesbian. Literally no explanation needed.

Korekiyo Shinguji- Pansexual. Putting aside the....obvious....he finds all of humanity beautiful, so he most likely doesnt have a preference when it comes to choosing a partner. Just like with Mukuro we pretend that entire plotline never happened.

Miu Iruma- Pansexual. I see her as pretty open to everyone....Yeah. That's all I got.

Gonta Gokuharu- Bi-curious. Honestly I dont think Gonta knows what he is himself. He probably hasnt given it too much thought, if hes given it any. The best I can think of is bi-curious, assuming hes currently exploring his sexuality.

Kokichi Ouma- Gay. I dont ship him with anyone cause I personally think he'd be a bad partner to anyone he got with based off of his personality, but yeah. He gay lmao.

Kaito Momota- Pansexual. THE LUMINARY OF THE STARS IS FOR EVERYBODY! Probably took a while for him to admit he wasnt straight, but then he admitted it with his whole heart, precious thing.

Tsumugi Shirogane- Straight. Fuck I dunno I dont think about her in a positive light enough to care. Sorry I really tried 😅

Kiibo- Panromantic, Genderfluid, Asexual. Like Imposter, I've called Kiibo he all the time, including every story I put them in, but technically they have no gender. So that does make them nonbinary, but at the same time it leaves the opportunity for them to go by any pronoun they want, so I hc they go by all of them lol. I also think they just love everyone, and for the ace bit, unfortunately, robots probably dont have dicks 😔 Even if they did, I dont think he would be very interested in sex.

Himiko Yumeno- Lesbian. Despite her treatment of Tenko, her reaction at the end of chapter 3 shows she cared for her, and Angie. She probably loved them both, so, lesbian for sure.

Maki Harukawa- Straight. Kaito was probably her first ever crush, so I doubt she ever had a chance to feel out if she was anything other than straight. Even disregarding that, I dont think she'd be anything else.

Alright and those are my headcanons for all the Danganronpa characters! As a bonus, I think Komaru Naegi is a Lesbian! No real reason other than Tokomaru is top tier lol.

Now remember these are my opinions! If you dont agree that's fine! Just be kind!

And HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE! 🥰🏳️‍🌈

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