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willowser · 2 years

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bakugou is at your apartment, when you get home.

you recognize his car in a spot that's usually vacant, over by the mailboxes in the back lot no one ever parks in. it's the only one he ever uses when he comes over, the only time it's ever used, and the sight of it has something tingling in your belly. he didn't tell you he was coming, no text or missed call, and your first thought is one of worry.

maybe he’s here to break up with you, in person because he's not a coward, or he's getting the few things of his to take back to his house. maybe he's not all that interested in you anymore. he's a busy guy, busy life, probably meets all kinds of beautiful people on the daily. he just got back from a three week case a few days ago; maybe he met someone new.

maybe it's not even him. maybe it's deku or kirishima in his car because something's wrong—

when you fling the front door open, bakugou is standing in your tiny kitchen. shoulders raised. popping the joints of his knuckles as he glances from the tv to you. he's alive and fine and he's kind of glaring at you but he's kind of always glaring at you, and it's not the kind that makes him look actually angry.

"hey," you breathe, and he nods once, mouth in a stiff line as he scratches the back of his head.

it smells—good. you realize it delayed, but once your mind catches up with the sound of a sizzling pan and the sight of him in a pair of soft sweatpants and the garlic fragrance in the air, you smile so hard that your cheeks hurt. bakugou squeezes a fist at his side, but drops it just as quickly.

you dump your bag on the ground and shuffle out of your shoes, moseying up to him to plant a fat kiss on his cheek, that he accepts with little reluctance. he runs a palm down your back firmly, quickly, before pressing his mouth against your hairline as a silent greeting. so close to him, you can peer over the curve of his shoulder to see the plates that are already made and waiting on the counter, and when you step back, he turns before you can ask any questions.

the few veggies he'd been finishing get served into the second plate and he makes you sit at the shoddy dining table before placing the food in front of you, without a word. he still hasn't really said anything, and so you ask, "is this for me?" and it's not about the food. it's about the act, whatever this is. him, being here unannounced. waiting for you after work, looking soft and cuddly and kissable.

bakugou grumbles, "who else?" before shoving a steamy carrot into his mouth and any leftover fear about getting dumped is tossed out the window. he still doesn't say much, but he listens to you prattle on about work, shakes his head when you recount the ugly thing a customer said to you—trying to hide his smile when you tell him how you clapped back at the dirtbag—and he asks you, once, if the food is any good.

"of course," you smile and it drops his eyes back to his plate. "always is. thank you for doing this, by the way, it's—i'm so touched. seriously. thank you."

you two haven't been dating all that long, a couple of months maybe. four or five; it's hard to say exactly when you crossed into this territory, going from texting every other week to getting drinks on his off days to sleeping at his house more than you probably should. nothing really official happened, just one day you decided to visit him at work and when the receptionist asked who you were to him before buzzing you in, you'd said,

"i guess i'm—we're sort of, uh, seeing each other, maybe. i guess."

and she'd called his office and told him, "dynamight, sir, your girlfriend is here to see you."

and he'd come down, looking more surprised than you'd ever seen him, and he said, "yeah. she's—let her in, or whatever. she's—my girlfriend. yeah."

and that was it.

now he's in your apartment, unannounced, cozy and sweet, shooing you away so he can do the dishes.

"'s my damn mess, so get out and lemme clean it."

when he finishes, he comes to sit on the couch at the opposite end, snorting when you bounce your way into his lap, back against the arm so that you can lay your legs across him, and he pretends not to notice all the attention you're giving him. you think it makes him uncomfortable, something that always surprises you, but he's been like this before. unable to look at you, stiffening almost imperceptibly every time you touch him.

you run a hand through his hair, pinching at the thin skin of his ear until it makes him flinch, and then you whisper, "hey," for him to finally look back at you.

he's frowning, and he doesn't say anything.

which makes you frown, has that worry coming back. "everything okay?"

bakugou huffs. "somethin' gotta be wrong in order for me to come see you?"

you press your lips together, because you don't want to rile him up. you're learning that it's easier to do when he's soft like this. as if he's exposed and expecting a fight. he must realize what he's doing, the defensive act, and he sighs, returning his gaze to the tv as he squeezes your thigh.

"'m fine."

doesn't sound like it, but maybe that's just him. it feels like there's so much you know about bakugou, and yet as if there's still much to learn. it excites you in a girly, giddy way, getting to meet all his different sides. "hey," you grab his cheeks in your hand tightly so that his lips pucker, turning him to you again. his eyebrows pull down hard and you can tell he's getting ready to thrash out of your grip, so you give him a quick kiss that turns him red when you pull away.

you tuck into the curve of his neck, kissing the thick vein there, and you laugh when he squirms. bakugou squeezes you again in quick succession until you're squirming, and you aren't looking at him, but you think he might be smiling. playful.

the tv plays on for a while before he finally clears his throat. "case lasted three weeks, or whatever." you hum in acknowledgement and nestle further into him, into his warmth. "felt like for-fuckin'-ever."

"i bet, you're probably worn out, huh?"

tch. "no, 'm fine. just sayin'. it's—been a while."

you sit up to look at him, though he's purposely keeping his eyes elsewhere. anywhere that's not you, as the heat on his face burns to the tips of his ears. he must be able to feel how intently you're watching him, because the longer you look, the deeper his frown gets.

the bigger your smile gets. "what, d'you miss me or something?" he scoffs, but doesn't say anything. doesn't disagree. against your leg you feel him again, making that fist just to drop it. your smile melts down into something real. soft. "bakugou," you poke at his cheek until he jerks his face away, scowling. it makes you laugh and he tries to disentangle himself from you, but you just wrap your arms around his neck to hug him tighter, pressing your lips to his hair. "i missed you, too. i was so excited to see you here, i love having you over."

it takes a minute, but he finally relaxes into you, turning his own face into the curve of your shoulder, hiding. you feel his lips right under your ear, slightly damp from biting them too much. all he says is, "yeah" and you don't know exactly what he's answering to, but you think—when you feel him smile, just a bit before nipping you—that he might love being over too.

#idk what this is #self indulgent really LOL #i wanted domestic bkg #and i love early relationships #where you're learning how to reveal yourself to someone #how to put your trust in them #i'm—an incredibly touchy person #bakugou would get so sick of me LOL i'd be trying to crawl into his shirt #sleeping with my legs all wrapped around him #maybe he needs someone like that who knows? ;)#bakugou drabble #again #bc i cant write anything coherent except for this kind of thing rn #i didnt proofread this either whoops #hope this makes any sort of sense !! LOL #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: domestic bakugou

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cornerstoreclown · 1 year

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I want Art to destroy everyone who's hurt me

Anon you gave me inspiration.

A short ficlet with gender neutral reader venting to Art about people who have treated them badly. And Art... Well, he’s more than happy to oblige the readers request. No warnings listed. Lightly proofread, forgive any errors.

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Not everyone out there in the world has good intentions, you’ve learned through experience and trauma.

Art is one of those people who have zero good intentions, but you’ve been blessed that he’s on your side. You’ve told him plenty of times about the people in your life that made it miserable, and he wasn’t one of them. You’ve vented to him before about it, and he’s listened diligently while sharpening his weapons, giving nods of acknowledgement in the past as he takes his time working on the next set of instruments to cause misery and pain among his next set of unwitting victims. He knew their names. He knew where you encountered them often if they were faces you would see regularly. For those you were most unfamiliar with and were merely hurtful in passing, he took note of where it last happened. His memory is as sharp as any blade. He’s a predator first and foremost.

Art’s been the only one who has looked out for you in the way that no one else has. He’s your protector. Your guardian. He’s farthest from an angel, but to you, he might as well have been. You don’t know why, but you don’t question it.

You remember the night that you busted into his lair in the middle of the night, crying your eyes out until they were red and trails of snot were running down your face. You looked hideous as grief rippled throughout your body. When you pressed your head into his chest and sobbed, he let you. He stood there firm, a pillar of strength. You’re strong, but even the strongest have the days that they need to break down. Art’s embrace is warm as he runs his hand through your hair and rubs the space on your back between your shoulder blades.

He smelled like iron tonight. Like blood, but no sight of blood on him tonight to be found.

Your sobs were ugly and raw, shaking your frame as you let all the anguish leave your frail mortal form. You know you’re getting snot and tears on his clown outfit, but mucus in particular didn’t bother him at all. That was probably one of the least disgusting things he usually comes in contact with.

“I just want them to go away.” You told him, after explaining what happened through hiccups. “I want them to hurt like how they hurt me.”

Whoever hurt you, whether it be family, friends, coworkers, teachers–none of them would stand a chance. Not anymore. After crying and crying and crying until you couldn’t squeeze anymore tears out of your eyes, you let fatigue be the calm that washed over you as you stood there in silence, in Art’s arms, speaking to him initially muffled as you kept yourself against his chest, until you pulled away just enough to look at him.

His gaze was locked onto you, and it’s like he’s piercing through your soul in a way that his knives never could. You saw it, and it was subtle. A glint in his eye. One that you knew too well of what it meant, like an unspoken way of acknowledgement.

He’d take care of it for you.

Anything for you.

Anything to indulge in his insidious nature, while he was at it.

For now, he was focused on you, letting you get out all your feelings until he’s able to break the ice with some humor, whether it be through making faces or squishing your own face and then lifting the corner of your lips up until it’s a smile. You finally relented and let happiness in, having laughed and sniffled your last few sad sniffles.

He’d send you off after he lifted your spirits up just enough to where you could get back home and tuck yourself in bed for the night and fall asleep with a somewhat clear mind.

Your mind would be significantly clearer than last night when you turned on the news in the morning and saw the face of someone you recognized–someone you knew at least well enough to associate with unpleasant feelings.

He had a list, and he was plucking them off one by one.

All for you.

#slasher x reader #art the clown x you #slasher x you #art the clown x reader #art the clown #terrifier #When I saw this early in the morning I was like 'oh...🥺'#Then as I slapped my phone down on the bed again and was falling asleep I was like... I know just what to do #Idk who hurt you anon but I'd fight them!!!! I hope that this little drabble makes your day a little brighter #cornerstore asks #long post #minors dni #I AM SO SORRY I DID NOT GET THIS OUT SOONER THAN WHAT I INTENDED guess who lost power for 4 hours #canon x reader

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helldustedstories · 28 days

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Tonight had been a disaster. He had been so excited when Blitz called, had asked him on a date, his first ever! Stolas had fully expected to spend the evening alone, watching his Hell-a-novelas, maybe reading one of his latest books and imagining himself and Blitz in the roles, but that had all changed with a single phone call. He'd gotten all dolled up and ready to go, made sure that he had the perfect outfit, that he looked….as good as he could, considering the canvas he was working with, and he'd portaled over to Lust, not wanting to keep Blitz waiting.

Who had taken him to Ozzie's, of all places, only one of the most exclusive spots in all of Hell, let alone just Lust! Blitz had pointed out that he was overdressed, which had flustered Stolas a little bit, but he'd known that trying to dress up such dull plumage had been something of a lost cause from the very beginning.

Still, he wasn't going to let that dampen his spirits, especially not when they headed inside and were shown to their table. While he'd heard quite a bit about Ozzie's, Stolas had never been inside, and seeing it for himself was quite exciting! It was decadent and luxurious, built to encourage the sensual, and he was here with Blitz!

But Blitz….didn't seem that interested in their date. Stolas had tried to engage him, to ask about his business, to get to know more about his life outside of their arrangement, to show him that he wanted to know him more, that it wasn't just about the sex.

And then everything happened.

One of Blitz's associates had chosen to sing a ballad to his wife, and Asmodeus himself, the Deadly Sin of Lust, along with his star performer, Fizzarolli, had made a mockery of the other imp. Blitz had stood up to defend Moxxie, and suddenly the attention was on him.

Stolas hadn't known what to do, and before he could come to a decision, he was the one in the spotlight. Asmodeus brought up the fact that, to the outside world, it looked like he had broken up a perfect marriage, a perfect family, to have an affair with Blitz. Never mind the fact that he and Stella had been arranged, that they'd never loved one another, never mind the fact that she was cruel and insulting, and he did everything he could to insulate their daughter from her.

It had been the spectre of Octavia that had really gotten to him, though. Stolas was used to being the victim, to not defending himself, and he had hidden behind his menu instead of standing up for Blitz, instead of showing him that he cared, that he meant more to him than just their monthly arrangement, that he wanted more. He had been ashamed of himself…., but he made Blitz think he was ashamed of him.

They had left then, and he had tried to fix it, to invite Blitz in to talk…, but Blitz reminded him that the only thing between them was their arrangement. And Stolas hadn't known how to tell him otherwise, hadn't wanted to push…., and he'd given Blitz his space.

He had sat on the stairs of the palace after that, emotions finally catching up with him, and he had sobbed, letting out everything he hadn't been able to show when he actually needed to. Stolas was so used to bottling everything up that it finally just broke something inside him, and the dam of tears washed over him until he felt raw, hollow.

It was at that point he'd gone for the absinthe, drinking himself into a stupor. Because if he was drunk, he wouldn't feel as much. And if he didn't feel as much, it wouldn't hurt as badly.

But that had been a mistake, too.

He'd woken up several hours later, on the floor, empty bottle next to him, surrounded by his plants, with a pounding headache. He must have gone to the greenhouse to pour out his heart, the way he usually did when he couldn't keep things inside anymore. It wasn't as though he had anyone to talk to here, after all. Octavia would probably listen to him, but this wasn't her burden to bear. She was his daughter; she didn't need to know about this. He would put on a good face for her, and shield her from how utterly miserable he was.

If he was going to manage that, he needed to get up, to take his pills; he was pretty sure he'd forgotten them a couple of times this week, what with everything that had happened.

With a groan, he forced himself up off the floor, head pounding, and made his way into the bathroom. He looked even more of a mess than usual, with his makeup all smudged, but he dutifully took his Happy Pills, absently wondering if his dosage needed an adjustment.

Stolas checked his phone, to see if anything was new, and ended up scrolling through the pictures of Blitz he had, noticing just how …. miserable he seemed in all of them. He had wanted to commemorate their time together, so that he would have something to look back on between when they met up, but….maybe he'd been fooling himself.

He'd looked at it before, but even as he was talking to himself about everything, working through things he couldn't talk about outside of in his heart of hearts, he pulled down Asmodeus' book, opening again to the page about the crystals. If there was going to be any hope for him and Blitz to be together…., then something needed to change. They couldn't keep going on like this…, and he was the one that needed to fix things, needed to give Blitz the opportunity to choose what he wanted. Stolas couldn't have more with Blitz with the book between them, his ability to ruin Blitz's life at a moment's notice if he so chose hanging above them like the Sword of Damocles.

The owl knew he had been just….going through the motions of his life until Blitz had shown back up. He had brought Stolas something he hadn't even known he'd been missing, had brought light and life and passion, had shown him that there was more to life than fulfilling his duties and continuing on for his daughter's sake.

But had he ruined all of that tonight, in one moment of inability to properly communicate, the way he always did?

"Prince all alone upon your throne, your power is so frail," he said, mocking himself, his desire to speak out against his circumstances. That hadn't helped him before, but….., things had changed. "You raise your voice, you have no choice, inside your gilded jail," he mused, gazing out into the garden from the balcony, remembering the night Blitz had changed his life, how he'd stood up to Stella for the first time after that.

And then, as though his thought had summoned her, Stolas heard the clacking of Stella's heels behind him. He didn't turn around, just kept looking down at the garden below, remembering another time he'd actually been happy in this house, twenty-five long years ago.

"The fuck are you doing?!" Stella screeched, having apparently heard him talking to himself.

"Reflecting," Stolas responded, knowing that no matter what he said, it wouldn't matter.

"Well, stop!" came the shout from behind him, and Stolas practically flinched. Her sharp words usually came with some sort of violent action, and with the tone of her voice, he didn't doubt that that would be coming too.

"It's annoying to hear you screeching your silly woes all the time!"

Stolas' back was still to Stella, but he heard her approaching. Normally, he wouldn't say anything, would just take her abuse, the way he always did, but he had finally had enough.

"Why are you still here?" he asked, turning around to face her. "You leave with Via on weekends, but then you stay around the house, despite everything."

Stella didn't even hesitate. "I like tormenting you!" she told him, closing the distance between them. "I want to keep reminding you of what you did," Stella leaned forward, putting herself in Stolas' space, forcing him to either back away or hold his ground.

And this time, he didn't back down. "I know what I did!" he exclaimed, pulling himself up to his full height, refusing to take a step back, for the first time in a very long time. "I would feel bad if I hurt you," he added, "but we both know I didn't do that." There couldn't exactly be a betrayal if there was no love between them, when she had already hated him long before Blitz had come back into his life. "You and I were arranged for one reason: to birth a precautionary heir to the Goetia family. Nothing more!" he reminded her.

Stolas took a deep breath, but he wasn't done. There was so much he hadn't said to Stella, had been biting his tongue to try to keep the peace, but he was beyond finished with that.

"I tried, so many years, to make it comfortable us, to have this family, but it was never enough!" and he had been trying on his own. If they could have come to some sort of agreement, they could have worked together, could maybe have at least been friends. "The only reason I have endured your constant insults and cruelty was for that girl" he gestured towards the house, where Octavia was presumably still sleeping, "to have a normal life!"

And after another breath, he knew what he needed to say, needed to do. "I cannot do this anymore! I want you out. Now!" he said, pointing, attempting to get her to leave.

"What do you mean out?" Stella asked, her eyes narrowed, fists clenched, everything in her posture and tone screaming 'danger.'

"I mean out!" Stolas repeated, his voice raised, stronger than he thought he could be, "Out of this palace. Out of my life. We are getting The. DIVORCE." He should have done this a long time ago, but he had never had the courage, never had any reason to stand up for himself. But a lot had changed in the course of a year, and he wasn't the same person he was even that long ago.

"How dare you!" Stella shouted, poking Stolas in the chest, forcing him to step back, trying to get the upper hand once more, the way she always had with him. "What do you think the rest of the Goetia family will think? And Andrealphus--" she lifted her hand to strike him, not for the first time.

But this time, Stolas saw it coming. This time, he caught her before the blow connected, keeping her from hurting him yet again.

"I don't care what your arrogant brother thinks!" he shouted, standing straight, refusing to back down, "And the only thing the Goetia family wanted from our marriage is already seventeen, so it's over. I'm done!" It had taken him far too long to get to this point, where he could stand up to her, but he meant every word. He couldn't do this any longer, not when he knew there was more now, not when he felt like he could actually breathe without suffocating when he wasn't with her.

For a moment, he thought she was going to try to strike him again, and he braced for the blow. But instead, she pulled away from him, eyes still narrowed.

"Fine," she spat, trying to save face. "I have no desire to stay in the place of a traitorous embarrassment. You have fallen from what little grace you had. And I know you'll pay for it," she declared, but quite frankly, Stolas didn't care what she thought, what she threatened, as long as she left.

And after another moment, she turned on her heel, making her way back through the house.

The second she was out of sight, that he was certain he was alone once more, any bravado he had left him, and he slumped down on the railing of the balcony, exhausted, alone…..the way he always would be.

@madefate // plotted starter drabble thing

#madefate #ᯓ★ stolas / blitz (madefate) : if you trust me with your heart i'd keep it safe like it was mine #ᯓ★ stolas : verse // i will try to make amends #ᯓ★ stolas : ic #long post cw #[WELP this came out more like a drabble than a starter but uh]#[here you go!]

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soulsxng · 5 months

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@arcxnumvitae and @fatestouch replied to your post:

WHAT?!

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"It is not an issue of having grown tired of my position, or anything of the sort...though it would likely be a lie if I were to say that I were not feeling somewhat drained."

There's a small hum, and Sivel finally lifts his gaze from the mage pools to regard Ranadi and Alsina, who had eventually begun with a steady (albeit nervous) stream of questions. Why he had brought this up. When he had begun to think about it seriously. Would it be temporary, or permanent? Who would replace him, and what he would be doing, instead?

...What had happened to make him want to abdicate in the first place?

"I love Vasyri...I do. And I love my people just as deeply. But over these past few years, I have come to wonder if, perhaps, I have done all that I am able to for them. Vasyri deserves someone with a fresh outlook on things. Someone who does not look at potential alliances and associations that could benefit us, or end up overly focused on how things might go wrong. Someone that does not feel compelled toward the need to do things on our own, even if we do have allies, so as not to potentially open ourselves up to further threats."

"I think about my home, and I think of what I need to do so as to not fail them again. How I do not think I could stand to see any of my people suffer as they did in the past. And no matter whether I realize that or not, I am never able to shake myself from being almost as overprotective of them as I am of all of you. Of my family..."

"That makes any growth or evolution difficult, if not outright impossible. I know that, and yet...I find that, more and more, I am unable to justify the risks necessary to see much worthwhile change take place. So...while I do not necessarily believe myself to be a poor leader, I feel as though things have grown to be stagnant."

"And all of that is without mentioning the ire that so many outside of Vasyri view me with. I worry that, as long as I am Luminary, the stigma attached to myself and my deeds will continue to weigh Vasyri as a whole down, as well."

He talks through everything in a soft, even tone. It's obvious to both Ranadi and Alsina that this is something he had put a good deal of thought into, since a year or two ago, when he had commented half-jokingly about it to the pair of them.

"Besides...I miss it. How things used to be, when we were younger. Being able to go wherever we fancied at a moment's notice. Exploring and experiencing things with our claim-- something that I have never had the opportunity to do with Ania or Cyrus even once. It feels like, by becoming Luminary, I somehow came to believe that I had to give up so much of myself that, even in my earlier years of ruling, I would never have imagined doing. As if I gave up a part of my culture, pieces of who I am, moments with my loved ones...I look at the person I have become on occasion, and oftentimes, I do not like what I see. What I turned myself into, simply because I thought it was for the best of everyone involved. Because I thought that people would be more impressed, or more intimidated."

"...I do not intend to leave Vasyri forever, nor is this something I intend to rush. I want to be sure that whoever I pass this title onto, they are going to be the right fit. I still want to be around here and there to offer my support and assistance, and to teach people where I can-- both the new Luminary, and whoever else may want to learn from me. And when I'm not doing that, I think I would like to start by going along with Ania, Cyrus, and Sivan on one of their expeditions. After that, maybe I will take them on a trip to some of the spots that mother and father used to bring us when we were younger, with Naya and Nesimah...perhaps Quella. Both of you as well, if it is something you would be open to? It would hardly be the same, otherwise."

"Going back to my abdication, however. As I said, it is not something I intend to rush. I...am coming closer and closer to the conclusion that it is simply my time to take a step back, is all."

#[Sivel -drabble-]#Just figured I'd put the full explanation here #tl;dr? He feels like he doesn't have that much to offer Vasyri anymore #because he can't let go of the things he experienced back before he was killed #and he also feels like he's lost a lot of himself since becoming Luminary...or had to cover a lot of things up to make himself more #'appealing'#so yeah! that's why he wants to step down #he has a few others that he wants to talk to about it #Quella Nesimah and Naya for one group #and then Ania Cyrus and Sivan for the other #but after that he'll probably be starting to talk to the people he views as potential candidates to become his successor #so he can decide who he (and the others) feel would be best and start training them

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sisterdivinium · 11 months

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Silence had always been her home — solitude.

Concentration shunned the noise of company and Jillian Salvius had long made secluded labs into sanctuaries.

Yet she found herself suddenly housing a nunnery — and suddenly she saw that presence was not all nuisance. Beatrice's step was light, Camila's voice low and Ava's laughter more song than hassle.

"If we can ever repay you..." Mother Superion said.

She was the greatest discovery, stern yet soothing: a partner whose every word was essential or unspoken instead.

Jillian smiled and shook her head.

She would not ask and risk ridicule — but they needed only stay.

#warrior nun drabble #jillian salvius #this is only vaguely shippy but it's there if you squint so i will tag it as #doctor superion #narratives and similar #my love affair with repeating sounds lives on but honestly the sibilance makes sense here (I DID IT AGAIN)#i mean we are talking about Suzanne (so mother Superion) and jillian SalviuS. also about Silence and Solitude... and Similarity and Solace #it's an echo you see? the S sounds are like a reference to them even when the text doesn't explicitly mention them. ssssss #but then the repeated /k/ comes in as an abrupt rupture of thought and of music #only to return to the final sss and to normality by the end #(i did not intend to present a phonetic analysis for you but it happened lol sorry)#(it was also not intentional. i only realised all this when copying the drabble from my notebook to the computer and thought i'd share)#(which goes to show you WHY we need analysis in the first place. authors can and do overlook the things they write into their work)

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sysig · 8 months

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My printer hates me :) (with many thanks and credit to @niennanir as before)

Gosh aren’t they gorgeous tho ♥ Especially the latest and largest, though I have to give all the credit to the paper on that one haha, it’s stunning IRL, I could almost stare at the gold lattice forever rather than read, but I’m so happy with how it turned out between the pages as well!

Quick showcase of the new additions! :D

My Drinking Game as another test run, I got the spacing how I wanted it! Yay! It’s so much handsomer and less cramped! Also I gotta say, if it wasn’t such a large usage of paper, this would be my ideal way of checking for typos - I found a couple after setting it down to ink lol, they’ve been fixed now at least ♪ Paired here with the emerge, transformed three-parter, one of my all-time-favourites <3 I reread it the night I finished it and cried again, a little bit of tender mercy always wrecks me hhhh ♥ There are so many beautiful evocative lines! I’m so happy to hold it ♪ And as you can see above, that was the one that got the cute little ghost dust jacket :D

Another test run of what I’m calling volume 1 of my Vargas Drabbles lol, so not including Have you lost your mind? since that one’s currently unfinished. I do fully intend to print it once it’s done tho :3c Hopefully that one will cause me fewer problems! I hate measuring, so I may have flubbed two covers before finally getting this one into good enough shape XP And my red yarn is still in storage so >.> Did I go purchase another ball of red yarn? I’ll never tell. You can’t tell me it doesn’t look great as a bookmark tho <3

And my current happiest! Ah!! It turned out fantastic on all counts! The cover paper obviously, as I couldn’t Not lead with that, but also the size of the spine and the way the pages settled against each other while glueing - I used a different type of paper for this one and I think I’m completely converted over, it feels amazing to work with. Whatever I was using before had to have been like 15lbs lol, I’m literally just using normal 20lb printer paper but it feels and looks and behaves so much nicer <3 The size of Helix also allowed for a slightly larger bookmark, which was perfect because we had this soft gold ribbon that was all of a couple millimeters wider than the other ribbons/yarn I’d been using, and it looks so so so pretty with the gold detailing!! I’ve put it between Ch. 1 and 2 and getting to see the actual physical size differences of the chapters is so fun ♥

#Hhhhhh crafting is so funnnnn <3 <3 <3 #Fully intending to make more - I have the next set picked out and the accompanying dust jacket to go with it haha #I've decided to stick to dust jackets for the plain non-textured covers for the most part #It does hide my detailing on the covers but it also hides if I haven't done anything to the fronts as well! Haha ♪#I added a Captain/ZEX caption to Drinking Game like I did with ZEX/DAX but the latter is still the prettiest by far <3 #Their names were made to go together you could say hehe ♪♫#You can kinda see I tried my hand at making a custom cover for the Vargas drabbles as well - it kiiiinda turned out? Lol #As stated I hate measuring and the lines turned out wonky :P But it's done and I've reread it for typos lol #I was worried I'd find rereading my own work cringy since most of those are older than either of my SCII fics but no it was nice actually :)#I did actually go supply shopping yet again for these since I'm having so much fun with it hehe <3 <3 #The yarn and the cover paper I used for Helix were both good finds :) I got a whole booklet of space-themed cardstock! :D #That one was one of the lesser space ones hehe ♪ I had a couple other considerations - like a yellow-on-white constellation one ♫#But I think I'm the happiest with this one! It's beautiful and I feel like it reflects the Idle Rich themes a little bit hehe <3 #Hhhhhhh it's so nice to read them like I would a book ♥ I enjoy reading them on my iPod but there's something about The Experience hehe #Being able to hold it and place a physical bookmark and not having the glare of a screen or if the scroll goes funny lol #Just exactly what it is! And I can pull any of them at any point!#I actually had a moment where I wanted to read one of them but didn't want to move from my spot to physically go get it #Only to realize later I was holding my iPod at the time and could've read it that way as it's still very much available online lol #SCII #LAC #Vargas

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twodragons-blooper-reel · 1 month

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Edwin is at work in an old run-down looking workshop, the mechanical marvel that is the artificial pokemon Magearna sitting on a workshop table behind him. The creature's eyes are dark, it's soul-heart pulses softly as if beating, he has its damaged arm in front of him. His Mr Mime stands nearby, occasionally handing him tools.

"They did quite a bit of damage to her, didn't they, eh Mimey?" Edwin looks over to the pokemon, it gives him an unimpressed glare. Edwin sets down the screwdriver in his hand with a frown.

"What? Don't look at me like that. We both know I couldn't care for Steele."

'Mimey' continues to glare. Edwin pushes his goggles up, there's a line around his eyes where the goggles had been sitting.

"She was always Almira's baby. Not mine."

Mimey's expression doesn't change.

"...Okay fine! Maybe I loved her just as much. I was just too busy. But do you think she'd be happy living in a workshop?" Edwin sweeps his arms wide, glancing around to the space. Aside from the work area there's... A couch. With a blanket and a pillow. A mini fridge is slightly ajar. "This is no place for a princess like her. She'd hate it."

Mimey leans on an invisible surface, cradling its chin in its hand and continuing to give Edwin that withering glare.

Edwin pulls down his goggles and turns back to the magearna's arm. "...There's nothing to be done about it anymore. So let's just leave the topic. Hand me that socket wrench."

#tori talks #blog talk: clockwork soul heart #drabbles #sometimes i have ideas about little off-screen interactions but they dont feel important enough for one of the other blogs #like I'd love to explore Edwin's character but i dont want to make a whole new blog.#anyways hope you liked this :]

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the-whispers-of-death · 1 month

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I'm still not feeling like writing anything I already have in my masterlist, I just feel like posting random posts. So here's a fun fact.

If you know who Manish Joshi-Kaur is, then you know how he's dead in Stone's canon lore. If you don't know who he is, he's Stone's half-brother (one of two), specifically on his mother's side. Now the fun fact is that there was a point in time, maybe like a week into me posting about The Lions, where I contemplated doing like I how I did with Sarabi, Simba, and Nala.

I was really considering bringing Manish back to life, because I had gotten this train of thought (I guess we can call it that) about Manish having died in battle because he too was a Fleet Marine Corpsman. And if you remember in "Survivor's Guilt/Blood-Stained Hands", The Lions lost their Corpsman in a way that he definitely couldn't come back from and now they don't have a Corpsman.

I mean technically, they don't need one because Shadow Company has medics but I was really tempted to bring Manish back from the dead just so he could be The Lions' Corpsman and also I just think it would be interesting if Stone and Manish interacted because I feel like Manish is one of the few half-siblings that would accept Stone if they all knew Stone was their big brother.

Anyways, I don't know if anyone cares about this. But I just thought I'd share it with y'all since I've just been posting small things that aren't fully drabbles.

Also, I'm really tempted to create a seventh OC but this OC will not be in the same universe as all of the others because I'm thinking he'll be either another sniper for the 141 or a medic for the 141 (and if he is a medic, well, there's really no need for him to be in Stone's universe since Stone is the medic for the 141.)

#tyler talking into the void #tyler is rambling #call of duty oc #cod oc #just thought I'd post some fun facts or something since I have no energy to write a Drabble rn #yeah I'm tempted to add another OC to my growing roster of OCs #I know Nala isn't really known but I'm like “What if I make another OC?”#I have problems #anyways i'm rambling #:)

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doginabirdcage · 2 years

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Self Awareness

I saw the prompt "intimacy" and this sprung to mind. I hope you enjoy it!

"Kagome!" Yuka ran over, careening into her arm like a human cannon and making her slide with the math review sheets strewn across her desk. "You would not believe what just happened to me. I can't believe you're even at school to hear it live!"

She was having a peaceful nap at her desk during lunchtime before being interrupted. Sleep was getting harder to come by these days, so Kagome found she was dozing off at every opportunity. Blearily, she sat her head up from the desk and a pencil dropped off from where it was stuck to the side of her cheek. "Huh?"

"Arakawa," Yuka hissed in a passionate whisper and a big grin. "He put his hand on my back! Like, above my butt!"

Eri and Ayumi came swooping in from behind. "He what?!"

"I! know!" she gaped with her infectious enthusiasm, shaking Kagome's shoulder a bit for effect. She mustered up a smile for her friend, though she couldn't see what was the big deal here.

Eri dragged a chair over from the desk in front of Kagome's with an obnoxious squeal. The person who just had their assigned seat stolen sucked their teeth in annoyance from across the room, but it went unnoticed. "Don't spare us a single detail!"

Ayumi followed the lead and pulled up her own chair. Yuka stayed standing, bouncing on her feet as she relayed a story of epically bland proportions.

As she listened to her talk about dropping notebooks off to the teachers' office with the boy she liked, Kagome began to zone out. Looking at Yuka's radiant expression after a moment, she shook off her fatigue and recollected herself for the momentous occasion.

She barely sees her friends nowadays! Crushes are exciting!

"And then. And then," Yuka leaned forward. "Mr. Mabuchi asked me to bring more books back to the classroom."

"And?" Eri and Ayumi leaned in themselves, which Kagome awkwardly mirrored.

"The books were on a shelf that I had to tiptoe to reach. Arakawa said," she put on a deep voice, "'You're too small Shimizu, let me help.' And he stopped me from doing it. With his hand. On my back. Totally casual."

Eri drummed her feet on the floor, Ayumi clapped her hands together and gasped girlishly. Kagome teasingly poked Yuka straight in her side. She danced in place.

"What did you do?" Ayumi asked.

"I stood there gaping like a fish!" They started to laugh together. "I took the books when he was done and made a beeline for the classroom."

Yuka finally found a seat and sighed forlornly, rolling Kagome's pencil back and forth across her desk. "His hand was so big and warm. I stopped breathing."

Unbidden, a clawed hand wrapped protectively around the dip of her waist flashed across Kagome's mind.

Not now! Inuyasha only does that when it's life or death!

"I'd probably die right on the spot." Eri sighed too. "You're so lucky, Yuka. I hope Tsuda and I get some alone time together someday."

"You will!"

"It's bound to happen!"

"I bet Arakawa thought your reaction was cute, Yuka." Ayumi smiled.

"Seconded." Kagome nodded.

"You would know, too," Yuka smirked in her direction, "between that delinquent of yours and Hojo."

Kagome's eyes bugged out of her head in indignation. She quickly scanned the room for the boy in question before responding. "There's nothing going on with Hojo! Or the delinquent for that matter."

"Like I'd believe that." Ayumi scoffed.

It was Kagome's jaw that dropped this time. She'd been betrayed by her quietest friend!

"Yeah, seriously. Sometimes when you're absent and we call your grandpa, he says you're running around with Inuyasha." Eri said pointedly.

"I would hardly call it running around," Kagome said weakly. "He...takes me to my appointments!"

Appointments being jewel shards, she thought to herself.

"On what? His motorcycle?" Yuka waggled her eyebrows. "Do you hug his back tightly?"

Her face started heating up like a tomato. "He doesn't have a motorcycle!"

"So, what? He carries you?"

In the span of a few short months, it was already surprisingly easy for Kagome to jump on Inuyasha's back at a moment's notice.

"No!" She shrieked and began to sputter, "We travel like perfectly normal--h-human beings!"

"Shhhhh!" Their teacher smacked her ruler on the podium in the front of the class. "Everyone go back to your seats."

When Inuyasha met her on the way home from school, Kagome refused to look him in the eye the entire evening.

#inukag week 2022 #inukag #inuyasha fanfiction #inuyasha x kagome #prompt: intimacy #inuyasha #kagome #drabble #i wrote this on the train. i think i worked on this for a total of 45 minutes tops pls excuse any mistakes #my laptop died so this is also uploaded on my phone. the horror!#i imagine that kagome starts to feel isolated from her peers at least a little bc of all the stuff she's seen #especially after she's sealed on the other side of the well #I'd like to explore that more one day #pls picture inuyasha being Very Sad that kagome won't make eye contact w him

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heich0e · 6 months

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Livvvv my brainrot is so bad recently m and your Choso fic isn’t helping 🥲 would you ever consider writing for other jujutsu kaisen characters like Yuta, Yuji or Nanami?

SORRY TO BE A HINDRANCE TO UR RECOVERY BESTIE!! and as a general rule i'm usually down to write for any character, it all depends on the whims of whatever part of my brain is responsible for plot production <3 that being said i have a lot of reservations for writing certain characters bc ppl get very protective of them and their characterizations in fanfic, and it rly sucks all the joy outta writing for them or sharing those pieces

#liv got mail #all that aside... i do notice that every so often i have these fleeting plot ideas for yuuta but they never come to full manifestation #if that makes sense??#like i'll be like 'oh i think yuuta would like/say/do this' and then i go hmmmm interesting.... but nothing else comes to me!#maybe some day that will result in a full fic/drabble!!#i'd say in order of likelihood it would be yuuta yuuji and then nanami #but yuuji is very baby to me #and nanami............... writing for him scares me LOL

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commaclear · 2 years

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Breakup Algebra Hiatus

(so my experience from being a popular fic author in some extremely toxic fandoms is making me nervous abt this post, but here goes anyway)

I’ve talked abt this before, but I genuinely cannot write more than one thing at a time. Every time I try, I end up burning myself out, hating everything I write, and losing all motivation to write anything at all for a while.

I jokingly threaten stuff, but at the end of the day I really do want to make you guys happy bc you all bring me so much happiness. Your support means the world to me, and I don’t want to let anyone down or make them upset...

Which is why I’ve been going back and forth on this for hours. The thing is I can’t write unless my heart’s in it, and right now my heart is in a different au entirely. So I’m putting Breakup Algebra on hiatus for the time being, and I can’t make any promises on when it’ll come back atm.

Check out the new fic here!

please don’t send death threats

#pjo steven universe drarry and hetalia if you're wondering which fandoms made me so scared of disappointing readers #I stopped writing any ff for about five years #not even a drabble #bc of certain events #and I changed my entire online identity last year bc ppl were still finding me #literally years after I'd posted anything #sorry for the minor trauma dump #just wanted to say how much I appreciate y'all for not making me feel like I'm writing on eggshells #fandom culture has gotten so much better #don't let anyone tell you otherwise #at least here no one genuinely wants me dead #or if they do they're at least quiet about it #comma rambles

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meownotgood · 1 year

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I’m so horny for Aki I wanna slut him out and dress him up in lingerie and fuck him UGHHHH HIM WHIMPERING AND BLUSHING BRO

how'd you know I was thinking about this today?

aki in lingerie....... the truth is he wears it under all of his clothes

#this picture makes me laugh every time lol #I can just imagine him going devil hunting while wearing this #like a damn idiot #but I agree with you wholeheartedly #if I wasn't absolutely pooped right now.... I'd write some kind of drabble #the brain is turning but the hands won't type #ask mags

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mister13eyond · 1 year

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Do you have a tag for your one shots and/or more writing pieces about Diavolo & Doppio? :"-) I really have to say I appreciate the way you portray them both & how their weird quirks match together. It's more then just the typical big mean top and little twink boy stereotype.

Also if you ever resume roleplaying, please mention it 🙏

Ahhhh thank you so so much!! That's an honor to hear? I definitely think these two have such a rich possibility to be such delightfully weird little men, and to enable each other in some ways- they've spent their whole lives covering up for each other, and it's a mutually protective relationship, so I don't think either of them has ever felt the need to hide their weird quirks when it comes to each other, you know? Who can love you better and more unconditionally than the person who's lived inside your heart your whole life?

I don't have a set tag yet- I should probably change that!! I'll have to go back and add it to my previous drabbles/headcanons, but for now here's links to the ones I remember/can find:

Domestic DiaDop ft cooking

Slightly Better Dads Pink Family

Doppio Infodumps About Insects

Caring For Each Other While Sick

As well!! I also have some work on my AO3- i will bashfully admit a lot of it is NSFW, but I'll mark which is NSFW and SFW here:

He'll Find Him Waiting Like A Lonesome King- future NSFW, but SFW if full of Sexual Tension right now. Diavolo begins scheming a way to see Doppio, if only for a little while.

i'm gonna kiss you (like the sun browns you)- NSFW, explicit; fluffy, transmasc diavolo & doppio; stone top diavolo & lots of gender euphoria & body feelings & loving yourself via loving your trans partner t4t magic

double. - semi-NSFW; non-explicit, but delves into sexual awakening & exploration during their mutual puberty & will eventually contain some non-explicit Donatella/Solido. A study on how Solido Naso became Doppio & Diavolo; warnings for religious trauma, dissociation and all the gnarly canon-compliant contents of Diavolo & Doppio's backstory

they fit together like two hands- SFW! A quiet, peaceful little study about a post-separation Diavolo and Doppio making their way through their daily life, knowing that they'll never really stop dealing with paranoia, dissociation or mental health crises- but helping each other through them, because it's still better when not carried alone.

that's the kind of love (i've been dreaming of)- NSFW; explicit! tooth-rotting fluff and kink all rolled into one. post-separation, diavolo struggles to sleep because he can't keep his hands off Doppio. Doppio comes up with a simple solution: diavolo can do whatever he wants to him while he sleeps.

Also BONUS! If you like my work, check out the gothic horror AU tag, where I leave my art and thoughts about my DiaDop Gothic Horror AU. And if you REALLY liked it, all the works are arranged into a pay-what-you-want PDF on itch.io!

WHEEZE and that's all the DiaDop I have properly written out!! Thank you SO so much for the kind words anon- I love these two a lot! It's fun just taking them at face value as a babyfaced twink and a big mean goth, sure, but the reason I'm so drawn to them is how much depth you can read into them, the ways they have much more possibility beneath their surface... I just love them a lot a lot! ;0; and if I ever start another RP blog up, I'll 100% share here so y'all will know!! Thank you again!!!

#i passed out last night before I could properly answer this and now i have to get to work #so i will return to the other ask in my inbox once i've got a pomodoro break #but THANK YOU! and i'll work on coming up with a tag for my diadop headcanons & drabbles #my writing #diadop #bosudopi #headcanons #bosudopi fic #diadop fic #jjba #vento aureo #also i'd love to make a fic rec list soon #since i have read like. uhhh Most of the tag on ao3. and i would love to highlight some faves #so that's a future project!

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