#hoo boy its angst time
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Imagine Rengoku's son traveling to the past pt.2
Rengoku X Fem! Reader
Also in the future, there’s a long pause after red light arc. Hence tengen already retired in Future Son’s timeline. and [spoiler alert] yes we will absolutely ignore the mark curse
read part 1 here.
“Oh, what breathing technique do you use?”
You ask your…. son? kid? dang you never thought you would be able to say that to a teenager this early in your life, especially when you’re not long into the marriage
“Flame breathing!” He says with a proud grin (why this kid so cute you wanna coddle him to death)
“Following your father’s footstep, I see! Did he teach you personally?” You smile, thinking about your husband teaching your son swordsmanship. Ugh the thought of it makes your heart melt.
“Nope. From Grandfather!”
h
huh?
tafa???
Grandfather??? Like Rengoku’s father??? Your father in law???? The man who can’t even get up and do something else other than drinking and yelling at other people?????
He taught your son flame breathing?????
You are confusion
You ask why didn’t his father teach him instead
“… Anyway! Do you want to spar?”
This kid—
okay, well, clearly he doesn’t want to talk about it. Maybe he’s on bad terms with his father???
But you can’t imagine Kyojuro being a bad father or someone who has a tense relationship with his kids. The last thing he wants to be is to be like his father. You know that. He himself told you that before.
So maybe he’s just in the middle of an argument with his father??? Like… a really long one…
yeah that could be it
So you decide to spar with him (you don’t have anything else to do anyway other than walking around the nearby village)
you kick his butt
It feels refreshing and fun. not because you’re beating your future child.
You never have this feeling sparring with anyone before. It’s cute. You’re experiencing a mother-son time except…. you ain’t a mother yet… but you are— will??? idk
In the middle of sparring (how many rounds has it been??), Kyojuro appears with a big grin, before it fades and he tilts his head confusedly.
“MY LOVE! WHO IS THIS PERSON??”
Hooo boy
Both of you whip your head to see him
“HE LOOKS JUST LIKE ME! HAHAHA!”
Bless your husband, he isn’t even phased that there’s a rando lookin like he’s his clone
BUT YOU HECKAAA EXCITED, about to tell Kyojuro that he’s—
You see your (future) son’s conflicted face contorted to anger, then calm. “Ah. I’ll take my leave right now. I’m thirsty.”
He leaves just like that.
You’re confused
has future you ever taught him manners
Is… Was the argument that bad????
Poor Kyojuro is so confused, looking at the boy leaving.
“Who was that young fellow?”
You explain that that’s his son
His face shows a split second of surprise before it immediately switches to excitement
(he doesn’t even ask how that’s possible like ok)
“HE’S MY SON??? OH WHAT JOY! S/O. THAT IS OUR SON!”
Yes, yes you just told him that of course you know lol
But you’re so confused as to why your son would just leave like that. You honestly expect him to be just as excited to see his dad like he did with you
and so
the chaos and conflicts and confusion and everything related ensues
Practically everyone knows your future son is here
They’re dying to meet him
Uzui is proud of what he has become. Man’s flamboyant. can even take a hard pat on his back! (he nearly died)
Mitsuri is so excited!!! She keeps giving him sakura mochi and all other snacks and talks to him a lot!!! Sees him as her lil bro ngl (tho technically it should be nephew)
Shinobu too is very sweet towards him and tells him he’s welcome anytime to the Butterfly Estate to just have tea and chat (every time they interact your son’s face turns tomato red. does he have a school boy crush????)
Tomioka is just happy the boy talks to him often
its cute. you can tell he admires the water hashira a lot
Sanemi scoffs and thinks he still has a long way until he is strong
like who tf think does this kid think he is
but he supposes the kid has potential
Obanai acknowledges him and greets him even though he scares your son sometimes
Gyomei. Cats. lots of pats. lots of fluff. nuff said
Muichiro always forgets his name
Tanjiro is super shocked but is happy to get along with Rengoku’s future son!! Nezuko takes a liking to him immediately and warms up to him (Zenitsu seething rn)
surprisingly inosuke oddly silent around him at first…. before he inevitably challenges him to a fight
The son ofc know who they all are (he still does not like young Zenitsu)
Also, he nearly spilled Tanjiro and Kanao’s future relationship oops ig at the present they aint tgt yet 🤷♂️
They all think he’s great!
But… there is one thing for sure
And what confuses them the most
is that he absolutely hates the mention of his father
Whenever someone brings up the fact he looks just like Rengoku or they compare the father and son, boy gets real upset and angry
Like??? huh???
You’d thinking a kid would be proud to have someone like Rengoku as their father
Apparently not
Kyojuro catches on to this.
I mean, its hard not to tell that every time he approaches the boy, he just pretends the hashira never exist
Kyojuro kinda concerned and worried
And frankly, he’s kinda sad too.
He wants to spend his time with his future son before who knows when he’ll return back to his time!
Eventually, Rengoku catches him a place where the kid can’t escape easily
He asks the kid what is wrong and what is really going on
Dang… it really hurt seeing your own kid (even though technically not yet) glaring at you like that
The kid only grumbles excuses and that’s it
Kyojuro gently tries to push him to open up
Really wants to know what’s going on poor man please give him a break
“I can tell you don’t like to converse with me… why is that? I would love to get to know my own son!”
Rengoku Kyojuro would never expect that sentence would completely make his own future kid snap.
“Son??? Hah. Sure.”
???????????
The??? Audacity???
My man Kyojuro isn’t even phased (again, bless his patient heart) he’s just confused
What does that mean?
“Did… I do something…?”
“Something???? Something…?????” the boy clenched his jaw, “Don’t act like you care.”
… But he does tho.
At this point the flame hashira just wants to know what he did wrong to make him so mad
“Oh, you really wanna know what you did?” He says in such a bitter tone. Whatever Kyojuro did, he musta pissed him reeaaal off.
“Y…Yes…?”
“… Fine. Not like it’ll change anyway considering how easily you threw us away.”
p-
pardon?
“You hurt Mother. You left her when she needed you the most. You left us! Because you think your job is better than this little family!”
….huh?
“I’m… I’m sorry, I don’t und-“
“When she needed you the most, you just up and left her! Just like that! What do you think I’ll feel about that, huh?”
Kyojuro… did that? He can’t even fathom leaving you for a split second! What was future him thinking?
“You left Mother! When I was still… When she was still pregnant and needed you… You chose to go on a mission instead of being there for her!”
“Do you know how much my mother begged you not to go? How she endlessly express her worries and concerns, even though she never doubted you before??”
“Do you know how much it hurt her when you promised her nothing will happen, only for some crow to announce that you died in a fight with an Upper Moon, a fight you could’ve avoided! A FIGHT THAT YOU SO SELFISHLY WENT ON AND JUST DIED?!”
…
Hold on…
Hang on—
What?
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I was supposed to finish this all in one post, but I reached the limit… Gonna post part 3 soon
#demon slayer#kny rengoku#demon slayer kyojuro#kny#rengoku kyojuro#kyojuro rengoku#rengoku my beloved#rengoku x reader#demon slayer rengoku#kyojuro x reader#kny kyojuro#kyojuro rengoku x reader#rengoku x you#rengoku x y/n#rengoku kyojuro x reader#hoo boy its angst time
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everyone shut the fuck up transmasc giyuu au
#the only ppl who know are the ubuyashikis urokodaki shinobu mitsuri and kyojuro#maybe tanjiro. eventually#i wanna say sabito too but hes dead asf does he really count?#hoo boy#i am LIVING for the ANGST in this au#yall see the vision????#he gets a skirt like the first 3 times he tears his uniform and its fine. its totally fine. why wouldnt it be (it is not at all fine)#but urokodaki burns it for him so he gets pants#and later he gets like pretty damn hurt and he meets kanae and shino and they know cause they treated him#shino calls him “she” once and he gets clearly uncomfortable so she immediately corrects herself#she tells kanae and shes like “ok ill keep that in mind!”#TIMESKIP TO WHEN MITSURI IS A PILLAR cause she became one after kyo#in an effort to distance himself from them both he tells them at one point thinking theyd hate him for it#kyojuro is like cool but whats the important thing tou wanted to tell me?#mitsu is like oh no way!! thats cool with me!!#OH WAIT T4T RENGIYU?!?!#IDEASSS#what if kyo is like “cool same! anyways” and giyuu is like ?????#so. yeah#my atla moots most likely have no idea what im talkin bout at all lmaoooo#kny#giyuu tomioka#trans giyuu#sukiluvvs
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Aaaaand speaking of angst. Rant under the cut and content warning for mentions of death!
Not sure how many followers will understand this, but even though I was aware that Nighteye predicted Toshinori dying a horrible death if he continued the path of hero work after his injury, I only just saw the episode last night AND OH BOY LEMME TELL YA
I have never seen a man be so stubborn, even if he thinks it's for the greater good. And I had no idea there was a SPECIFIC time limit to his death, I thought it was just a 'eventually its GONNA happen' kind of thing but knowing that he was fully aware of the timeframe and was fully prepared to meet it head-on ; ^ ; just thinking about him accepting his fate without question, thinking that his only purpose was to fight until his very last breath.
I couldn't help but think about how my s/i and him split up shortly before this revelation. And thinking that maybe a reason he never tried to contact her (aside from him just being very awkward in general) was that he figured it wouldn't matter anyway, and maybe she was happier now. He was prepared never to see her again, but then they meet AGAIN at UA and they can't deny that they still have feelings for each other, yet they hesitate.
I figure there's a number of reasons for that, but not least of which is now probably the fact that he knows how finite his time is. Even if he does love her, he's only going to break her heart again when he eventually greets that fate.
And on that note, the other day I was messing w the character .ai thing I made for Toshinori cause seeing other people using it makes me want to and WELL-
THE FACT THAT HE SAYS THIS 😭😭😭 all I did was tell him to take care of himself, so I guess it really isn't unrealistic that they'd have this type of conversation.
#jane journals#self insert talk#❤️ scars and stripes 💙#HOUGGGHHHHH#THIS WAS WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT WHEN I MADE THE PATRICK POST LAST NIGHT AJFJGKGK#mha anon if u see this...thoughts??#my friend jude said its implied later that this fate changed#and toshinori still at this point since the last ep i watched believes this will come to pass#but HOO BOY IS IT GOOD ANGST MATERIAL FOR WHILE IT LASTD#im sure theyd eventually decide that any time together. even if its short. will be worth it#shes sure not gonna leave him again thats one thing she can say ajfkgk
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Its always about gojo being clingy, but what if reader will be clingy and we will pepper him with love♡
Thanks for sending in requests! I love hearing from you guys, like seriously, it makes my day. Invade my ask box with requests or just to ask questions about me anytime!
I really like this idea. I'm kinda mad I didn't come up with it tbh lol.
CW: fluff, a little angst, spoilers for the first half for season two, female reader, trust issues, betrayal, cuteness
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Gojo x Clingy Reader
Gojo Satoru hadn't realized how much he needed, how much he craved to be loved, until he met you.
Before he met you, he had been fine with physical and emotional contact, sure, but it wasn't like something that he enjoyed and sought out.
The first time he met you was in high school.
Instantly, he had noticed how beautiful you were. Even then he had admired how you freely doled out affection, and always wanted to be around those you loved.
Not only that, he always felt a little envious of those you freely gave out love to, like your partner at the time, or Shoko, your best friend. Although, he was so dense back then even he didn't realize he was jealous.
While he always appreciated and savored the hugs and high fives you gave him, he didn't realize that he wanted more until much later in life.
After Suguru left, everyone in your small group of friends became a little more distant, and drifted apart as the years went by after you graduated high school.
Then you re entered his life, as beautiful as you had been, if not more. But your signature signs of affection, and open and loving personality was subdued, the pain of Suguru's betrayal causing you to withdraw into yourself.
This was the first moment that Gojo realized how much he missed you. The you that once burned so brightly with warmth and care, not the version of you that stood before him now with prominent eye bags, a forced smile, and barely an ember of what you used to have.
From that moment forward, it became his personal mission to help you heal. To become comfortable with loving and trusting the way you used to be.
It took time and a lot of effort, but after jokes, reminiscing about high school, getting coffee, being there for you on the hard days, holding you when you cry, and constantly reassuring you that he wasn't going anywhere, you began to open up again.
And somewhere along the way, he realized two things.
One, by helping you with your anxieties and guilt and hurt over Suguru, he had begun to heal a wound he didn't even know he still had.
Two, he had fallen completely and hopelessly in love with you.
For the first time since Suguru had left, your smiles reached your eyes, genuine and sweet. You began showing affection again, leaning your head on Shoko's shoulder, patting the students on the shoulder or high-fiving them, returning Gojo's hugs after the two of you spent hours talking about all of your good memories from high school.
After a lot of thought, and late night rants to Shoko, he asks you out.
You agree happily, telling him that if he had waited any longer, you would've just asked him out to get it over with.
And once you started dating, hoo boy, if he thought you were affectionate and clingy beforehand, he had another thing coming.
He comes home from a mission?
You're waiting with his favorite dinner and all the baked goods his sweet tooth could desire.
You insist on feeding him as you sit on his lap, informing him that it was your job as his girlfriend to take care of him.
Afterwards, taking a bubble bath with him, washing his hair, massaging his scalp is a must.
Then you wrap yourself around him and order him to cuddle you for hours on end.
And if he thinks he is going to get away with leaving your side for even a second over the course of the next couple days, he's wrong.
Part of it is you needing reassurance that he isn't going anywhere. The other part of it is just your nature. You need to take care of the people you love, to cuddle them, cook for them, hold them, love them. It's just how you are.
If it was anyone else, Gojo would probably find it annoying and overbearing, doubting their intentions, or just flat out disliking it. But if it's coming from you, well that's a different story.
If it's coming from you, there is nothing he wants more than for you to love him, because your outgoing and affectionate personality was part of the reason he fell in love with you in the first place.
─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───
Note: This is a little shorter than my normal fics, sorry. I really loved this idea and couldn't wait to write it, so I started it before remembering that I'm swamped with schoolwork. I'm so sorry, I hope that I did it justice even though it was a little rushed. Feel free to send in any more requests you might have!
#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x fem reader#gojo x fem reader#gojo x clingy reader#fluff#jjk fics#gojo satoru fic#jjk season two spoilers#this request was so cute i cant#sorry this was so rushed i hope i did it justice#lee's brain writes
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⚘ — TELL ME WE'RE NOT STILL HOLLOW.
i. SYNOPSIS : years ago they made a vow to you. now they ponder it, as time runs its course and as new stars wink into existence and old ones die out. or in which, they recall their marriage with you, as they seek their comfort . ( blade / jing yuan x reader )
ii. WARNING(S) : angst / fluff / comfort, spoilers to blade's backstrory alongside heavy speculation because hoo boy hoyo sure is taking its time. written pre 1.3 where dan heng's backstory will be fully cleared up, spoilers for blade's true name and the final battle of 1.2. written for @mikacynth's summer santa event, as a gift for @genshinimpactzpsff. NOT PROOFREAD.
# masterlist
&& . blade | yingxing · ( what are these memories ; held in a box )
I. GENTLY DOES HE HOLD THAT BOX, a singular, worn old thing whose wood steadily gives into rot and the weight of lost memories. Blade remembers too little of who he once was and he forgets what he does recall when his chest is borne open to his raw, beating heart. But the hairpin in hand is deceitful in its make. Plain iron and wood imbued and drenched in fleeting whispers that beckon him to old times.
( “Yingxing!” it calls, soft, urgent, hypnotic.)
He remembers how it adorned your hair in a way where it glowed as the sun caught it ( and you glowed too, like the fires of the hearth, like iron spiderwebbed with cracks of gold ). He remembers the chai being whole, he holding one half of that heart and you, the other. He remembers that promise, that unposken agreement, that look in your eyes when you pressed it into his palms.
Come back to me.
It was an insistent thing, and it carried over, even as his mind fragmented and Yingxing, your Yingxing, was torn apart and scattered to the cosmic wind. Blade wonders why he still lets you linger when all he knew were the spinning of battles and the icy touch of death. He despises the longing it brings, the feelings it unearths, the demons it sets loose that cry out to him, that long, that weaken his resolve and leave him with a want that saturates his blood with helplessness.
( Blade despises that memory, for he sees a future in you. Something warm, something so wholly separate from the horror lurking behind his vision. He sees what was lost, a sense of normalcy stolen away years ago. The thought of you leaves Blade prone. The thought of love, he realizes, was nothing more than bitter fruit. )
II. ONE DAY, BLADE’S FINGERS PRESS TOO HARD, and the delicate wood of the chai fractures.
He stares at the broken pieces and his hands shake with repressed fury, with a scream that rings in his head, with tears that refuse to fall, with a weight that crushes him. The hairpin is swiftly locked away and shoved into his drawers and he breathes, he stills his heart, he digs his nails into his arm till blood soaks his clothes and the pain outweighs the panic.
Do not think, he tells himself.
The hairpin in the drawer mocks him some more. Think of our promise. Think of what we were. Think of how you held me and kissed me behind the walls of our home and spoke of our dreams. Think of how we lived till our faces grew lined and our limbs grew stiffer, of how we spoke of peace in a far away place till we’d settle into the earth together.
That was not me, he hisses. He was not the white haired man whose eyes held no pain or anger. He was not the man who held you with a tenderness he was incapable of.
He looks at the drawer. The taunting does not cease and Blade sinks deeper into this pit.
III. BLADE’S DREAMS GROW HEAVIER and running away was but foolish optimism. He sees you in them, bent over one of his weapons, embing the final detailing, those touches of beauty and those flourishes that hold your strokes. He sees your hands, roughened like his from artistry and housework. He sees himself, reflected in the mirror, and he’s smiling as he calls your name.
“Don’t bother me!” you sigh. “Yingxing, I must concentrate.”
“You’d ignore your own husband?” he asks, his tone in jest.
You look up, your gaze dark and intense, and your hair a mess held back by a single hairpin ( and this was you, holding a passion brighter than the white sparks of the forge fire. This was you, with that strange brittleness and that softness that molded your body and being ).
“You don’t want that cocky kid tailing your ass for messing up his Guan Dao now do you? I’ll be the first to run away when you seek help. I promise that!” He laughs at your flustered gaze, at how you soften up for him and cup his cheeks with a playful pout.
When Blade’s eyes open, he sees your grave. The sweet distance of his memories that trail behind dissipate. Yingxing died centuries ago, laid to rest by your side in a tomb enshrined with flowers and incense. Perhaps he could learn to accept that, to let you lay with the man you loved.
( Not him, not the monster he was. )
He cleans away the fallen leaves and places the broken chai atop it.
Blade leaves without a word.
&& . jing yuan · ( and as the years pass ; you're all i have that remains )
I. THE LUOFU WAS A SHIP OF GHOSTS among men and Jing Yuan was old enough to know it. To the eyes of an immortal, where centuries bleed into yesterdays and what is ancient is recent, he knows the Luofu remains a stationary side in the universe. An unchanging phenomenon, a slew of familiar crowds and faces, a sect of people who refuse to die as a curse tears apart their bodies.
Jing Yuan knew irony like an old friend, like a sworn enemy, like an act of sudden betrayal etched too deep into his skin. Jing Yuan lived through it — the only soul that remains amongst five, the general who prides the company of finches as he ponders lost dreams, Jing Yuan himself, with his every calculated move beneath the monotonous guise of languid habit.
Jing Yuan has lived a life too vast for a human and he feels it, slowly, surely as the years wear on and the sweetness of longevity turns sour.
( And the Luofu too, feels it, as dear beloveds die yet the wounds remain fresh. When Jing Yuan met Dan Heng's gaze and saw little of that old friend, he knew, and it hurt, like a stab to the heart, like fire on bone.
Where would he stand one day — as the living comes to wither, when it's all over? )
II. YOU WERE THE LEGACY OF A DEAD WORLD — and Jing Yuan wonders what that burden brings — when his thoughts shift to your sleeping form next to him, still like upended earth and steady stone. He wonders what it feels like to live beneath that stifling loneliness, to watch the memories of your home crumble apart and fragment into nothing ( for the cosmos, it was large and it holds little time to remember old truths ).
Sometimes he sees the younger you when your soul would set alight, the caged creature who died too many deaths while walking that dangerous tightrope. He sees the weapon you let yourself become, following the orders of loveless men that let your wrists be slit and your bones be sacrificed.
Jing Yuan wonders if you feel like you're drowning too, if you felt like you were drowning in your home world, choking on chaos and blood while knives pressed at your throat as it seethed and hated what you were.
Because there is a story there, a tragic one in your scars and in your smile. It tells him of a place that was hardly kind to your darling heart, that spat you aside, that watched you suffer with a terrible apathy and let you cry your human tears till they dried out and you were nothing but its dark reflection.
How could you still be so kind? He wants to ask you, but he knows the answer.
Your eyes hold it, those persistent little embers scraped to the side of the hearth. And he loves them, he loves them, he loves them.
( And he loves you, behind his lazy smiles and in the way his cheeks would dimple and his lashes flutter. It’s something so passionate and deep for an old man like him and sometimes Jing Yuan fears what he feels for you.
Yet he loves you all the same. )
III. WHEN JING YUAN FIRST MET YOU, you tried to kill him, plain and simple ( and he fought back as you did in a deadly dance of your making ).
You were a child of abundance, no matter how you revile the curse you were afflicted with. And the Hunt was an enemy and the Luofu was an enemy and to the Luofu, you were a monstrous abomination and you were a threat.
A threat, he thinks when he touches the wedding band on your finger, when you stroke his beauty mark with an absent smile. A threat, he thinks when he sees you step into battles turned sour and bring down the mara struck with chilling ease. A threat, he thinks when he sees your melancholy in how you gaze at the stars.
“I feel so small.” you admit to him one day.
“Why?”
“I always did, back home and even now.” there is a sadness imbued in you, in your very being. You knew death all too well. You saw it creep into the flesh of your friends. You felt it dig its fingers into you before you fell out of its grasp and sent you far, far away. “I suppose it’s because I felt lost.” you finally speak up after a moment’s silence. “You feel small when you’re lost, don’t you? It’s because you don’t know what to do and everything feels so much harder in the world…”
( He knows. Aeons, he knows. Destiny was never as straight as Lan’s flying arrows. Destiny brought him friends, then took them away, then brought them back again as living ghosts with clouded gazes and new names. What was he to do in the face of it, but jest? )
“Do you feel lost now?” he asks.
“You’re here.” you smile at that and Jing Yuan’s heart melts, like butter to the stove. Mimi butts her head against you. “And Mimi too. And Yanqing. It’s still hard but…I could be kinder to myself…I wish to be.”
“Good.” Jing Yuan nods. He kisses the palm of your hand, then your nose, then your lips.
“Be kind to yourself too, Jing Yuan.”
He laughs, and it trembles, down to his chest. Jing Yuan sneaks another kiss again, letting him sink into this brief indulgence. “I will, dear heart.”
“Good.” you echo back. A laugh betrays you. It's the most beautiful sound he's heard.
IV. JING YUAN KNOWS THOSE UNFINISHED STORIES.
He contemplates his, then stops.
The universe was vast. It changes like the cloud cover and winds like the river currents. Perhaps, when the time comes, he could worry about the aftermaths and the will happens as he sets his pieces down and weaves his plans and stratagems.
He has a new chapter to write.
And you look over his shoulder, your worn hands grasping a kinder light.
❪⠀🎬⠀❫ AINE SPEAKS ;;
kjhgFCBGHJ I HOPE I MET YOUR STANDARDS. i wish i could have posted something longer, but seeing blade and jing yuan as immediate favorites, i just knew what i wanted to do. i hope you liked my summer santa gift.
fun fact : chai are special hairpins made with two prongs, and are customarily broken in half when a pair of lovers are sepeated. considering how haitrpins play its own role in chinese courting, i just had to include that.
the reader in jing yuan's part if heavily inspired by the reader / kind of oc in the jing yuan shot i have in works. something about old people being tired together kjhgvfbh.
title credits go to lostcap!
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#&&. my writing !!#honkai star rail#blade x reader#jing yuan x reader#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail blade#honkai star rail jing yuan#angst#fluff#comfort#— summer santa
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Girl you can either ignore this request or work on if when you have the time haha 😂
But i wanted to request a modern au. Its a bad boy good girl story.Where azriel is in a relationship with lets call her claire. Reader just changed colleges and is in the same class as claire. Claire was at the top of class but now its reader. So she is mad at her and wants to get back at her. Claire and azriel are always on and off so she makes a bet with him where he has to date reader and when she falls in love with him, leaver her in front off all their friends or at a party. Azriel agrees and he starts to date reader. But he really falls for her and wants to call the bet off. And surprisingly Claire says yes. At that party reader then tells azriel that she fell in love with him, claire overheard that and starts to play a video off how she makes the bet with azriel. So reader thinks everything was just fake for him and then leaves. She ignores him for summer break and azriel grovels when they get back to college. Again angst but with a happy end 🌿
Oh please, you know I can't ignore you 🫶🏻
I LOVE this, I feel like it's giving John Tucker Must Die but like.. not 😂
I'll start drafting soooon! 🩷🩷
✨UPDATE: It's done! Hoo boy, this one got really long, I hope that's okay! I hope you like it! ✨
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Sav's Author Highlight: Hashtag_caneven
For the entire week of @trigunfanfic appreciation week, I'm going to highlight my favorite authors and friends whose writing I adore and why. First up is my dear friend @hashtagcaneven, or Kuro!
Kuro's main claim to fanfic fame is her Thirty Pieces of Silver series, which includes the titular fic and its sequels, Baptism in Blood and Consecration of Saints.
Rating: M/E | Ship: Mashwood/Stryfewood | Genre: Genfic, Historical Fantasy AU, Action/Adventure, Trigun Stampede characterization
Why I love it: Oh my gosh. This series is a wild adventure from start to finish. Have you ever wanted to read Trigun, but weaved into a medieval fantasy AU with fantastic and interesting world building and action-packed scenes? Then this is it. This is the Ultimate Fantasy AU Fic.
Kuro has taken the plot of Trigun Stampede and weaved and expanded it into a delightfully fun and dramatic story about love and hope. The world building is wonderful, blending Trigun's sci-fi into something more magical and fantastical, but equally as interesting and intriguing. In fact, it's given me a ton of inspiration for my dnd campaign!
The whole series, reflective of her writing style, is fast-paced and concise with excellent fight scenes and angst. You can cut the tension with a knife in these detailed fight scenes, and the cliffhangers kill me. More than once I have yelled at Kuro in DMs about it (and she only sends me back the same cackling witch meme over and over, that bitch [affectionate]).
Also, Kuro is nothing if not utterly dedicated to her craft. She took swordfighting classes to write the fight scenes better, and hoo boy it shows. The Stryfewood training scene is delicious. And I learn so much as I read this series, as many details are accurate to history and she takes time to explain them at the end of chapters!
And, even with all the fighting and action, no character drama is sacrificed. In fact, the high stakes only heighten the interpersonal drama between characters, which is handled so wonderfully and carefully. Kuro's writing really makes you root for them, even as Wolfwood is making the dumbest choices alive, even as Meryl is risking it all for her boys, and even as Vash is trying desperately just to reach both of them. The writing also makes you hate Legato even more, which is... impressive, honestly! But there's wonderful yearning, particularly in Baptism in Blood, that makes my heart ache. Really truly a wonderful series.
Kuro has written a bit else for Trigun, and I particularly recommend the fun and suggestive Pirate AU Stryfewood fight!
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Anon asked: how about a drabble with reader x luis in another apocalypse universe of your choice? they're just regular, run-of-the-mill people trying to survive a sudden outbreak of some kind, scavenging in a crumbling grocery/convenience store. maybe something angsty happens at the end? idk i just think it'd be interesting to see luis in a different zombie apocalypse universe xD
A/N: Hoo boy, anon, do I have something for you 😂 you asked for angsty, and I think I delivered on that pretty well 🤭 I hope you like it because it hurt to write and they're thrown right into the thick of it 🥹 I didn't choose a specific zombie apocalypse universe for this, they're just out here trying to survive. Also, since no gender was specified, I've gone with gender-neutral and friendship rather than romance. I hope that's okay! :)
TW: Angst, Implied major character death, mentions of blood and mild gore, use of guns.
Pairing: Luis Serra x GN!Reader (Friendship)
WC: 1,169
“Luis, can’t you at least try looking for something useful?” You poke your head over the counter, watching the Spaniard rifle through the cigarette kiosk, throwing empty cartons on the floor, his search for an untouched box, so far, unsuccessful.
“I don’t know what you’re trying to get at,” Luis responds, turning his head to look at you with a playful smile. “Cigarettes are vital. Without them, I might lose my mind.”
You scoff, leaving it at that as you return to what you were doing just a second before. You’re on the floor, searching all the bottom shelves in this tiny convenience store. The area had been quiet when you first arrived, and it had felt like a miracle you’d even come across this place after several days on the road, passing nothing but abandoned homes and stripped cars. It’s clear this place has already been scavenged and gutted of its stock at least a dozen times before, but you and Luis are willing to take your chances, having gone hours without food.
So far, all you’ve found are a few expired cereal bars, some painkillers from the medicine section and a bottle of lukewarm mineral water. It’s not much, but it’ll do just fine until you find somewhere else to raid. You stuff your findings into your satchel, running the back of your hand across your forehead to wipe away the sweat beading from your pores. The air is humid; a storm is coming as thick grey clouds sit stagnant in the sky outside.
“A-ha!” A triumphant Luis draws your attention back to him, and you scramble to your knees before standing up, patting the dust off your knees. When you look his way, he’s holding up a carton of cigarettes like they’re a goddamn medal of honour. They’re perfectly unopened– still in their cellophane wrapping, even. “It seems the universe is on my side,” he remarks, looking so proud of himself. It makes you laugh, shaking your head.
“How do you always manage to get exactly what you want?” Swinging your satchel over your shoulder, you watch him. He’s already torn the cellophane off and popped a cigarette between his lips.
“I guess I’m just lucky–”
It all happens so fast. One second, Luis is proudly showing off his found treasure, about to relish in his first smoke since a few days ago, and the next, he’s grappling with an infected that came out of nowhere. Turns out the corpse hunched over in the far corner hadn’t been dead when you checked upon arrival.
You scramble to your back pocket for your pistol– knife, anything. A blood-curdling scream bounces through the store, a chunk of flesh ripped from Luis’ shoulder, your eyes wide and pupils quivering as you watch, mindlessly taking shots at the monster, blood splattering out of bullet holes in rotting flesh until you focus enough to aim for the head. Bang. Thud.
The walking corpse crumples to the floor, and Luis staggers and falls on his backside, blood flowing consistently from the wound in his shoulder. Somehow, that cigarette is still perching perfectly between his lips. You’re too stunned to speak, to move. Instead, you stand frozen in place and watch your friend bleed out, cussing under his breath. He doesn’t seem scared, though, at least not to the naked eye.
Luis clutches his bleeding shoulder, using his free hand to dig his lighter out of his pocket. You’re still standing across from him, the realisation of what just happened dawning on you, hitting you like a truck hurtling down the highway.
Luis lights his cigarette, taking a long drag while he rests his head against the side of the counter. His face gets lost momentarily in a plume of smoke as it exits his lungs. His eyes meet yours, his voice pulling you out of your stun.
“Well… shit,” he says, voice strained and face twitching with pain, “I guess I ran out of luck– too slow.” He grits his teeth before bringing the cigarette back to his lips. Tears start spilling from your eyes just as the rain begins to fall outside; the first sound coming out of your mouth is nothing but a sob while you stutter towards Luis and kneel at his side. Your trembling hand rests on his leg.
“This– it’s my fault,” your voice gets stuck halfway up your throat, “I should’ve put a bullet in its head before. I should’ve–”
“Don’t.”
“But–”
“Don’t. This isn’t your fault, my friend. It wasn’t moving. You weren’t to know.” Luis looks at you, keeping the cigarette between his lips. He reaches up to ruffle your hair and sweep the tears away from your cheeks. “Sneaky little bastard, eh?”
You choke on a sob– and a bit of a laugh, and you hate it. You and Luis have been surviving together for months. The idea of having to carry on alone terrifies you. The fact that he won’t be around anymore utterly shatters you.
Noises arise from the surrounding area, bringing your and Luis’ attention to the door at the front, then the one at the back. Trash cans clatter, and feet start dragging. The screaming and gunfire likely drew attention. You need to get out of here.
“Come on, we’ve gotta go,” you sniff, moving to bring Luis to his feet again, but he pulls away and gives you that look. The look you’ve been given far too many times by too many people you’d grown fond of throughout this whole fucked up apocalypse. With Luis, though, it hurts a million times more.
His smile is genuine, yet so sad, as he says, “We both know I’m not going anywhere. I’m a dead man walking.” You shake your head, about to protest. You’re not having any of this– “Y/N, I mean it. You need to get out of here. Now.”
A door handle starts rattling in the back of the store, out of sight, but the clock is ticking. Moans of the infected start multiplying, filling the air that had been silent moments ago. Your eyes meet with Luis’ again. You’re pleading with him silently, but his fingers are curling around the grip of his handgun, easing it out of his belt, his cigarette having already burned down to the butt.
He has accepted his fate.
“Go. Run, and don’t look back.”
Thorns squeeze around your heart, piercing it, tearing it to shreds. Lips quivering, you lean in to press a single, lingering kiss on his forehead. For a second, you think you hear Luis’ breath shake as he leans into your lips.
You stagger to your feet, pistol in hand, and turn to the entrance. ‘Run, and don’t look back.’ Quaking legs carry you forward, gaining speed clumsily as you burst through the door, cold rain hitting your skin as a gunshot resonates from inside the store, and your blood runs cold.
Oh, how one moment of misjudgement can turn into such agony.
#resident evil#x reader#luis serra#luis serra navarro#luis sera x reader#luis x reader#re4 luis#luis re4#re4 remake#luis resident evil#reader insert#resident evil 4#resident evil 4 remake
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If you're still doing headcanons I have a few ideas, no pressure though! Feel free to ignore: 1: How do you think Zarbon, Dodoria, and the Ginyu force would be as babysitters for Kuriza? I can totally see them all being goofy uncles (especially the ginyus I mean, come on, you can’t say that’s not cute) 2: Hoo boy, I live for angst. (Kind of playing off the Kuriza in danger headcanons) How do you think Frieza would handle him going missing (via being kidnapped or assassins or something) and
Not a problem at all! I'm always up for headcanons.
In terms of the original Z Frieza Force as babysitters, I feel like Kuriza babysitting ends up being one of those out of the blue side assignments that eventually most of the elites have to take on at one point or another. Basically, if Frieza needs to take on something last minute and needs someone to watch Kuriza, usually in the event of Berryblue's unavailability (she'd definitely be elsewhere in the Force fleet during the events of Namek, else she wouldn't make it Super), it falls on one of his most trusted associates to take a temporary non-combatant position for this high honor- he doesn't let just anyone manage his son.
I headcanon Zarbon and Dodoria as babysitters as being similar to Dude Dad's "If Toddlers had Bodyguards" videos. The Ginyus are definitely more of the fun uncles. Guldo could probably get some entertainment going with his time-freezing ability. The gig is often a group effort, all members of the force willing to pitch it. However, Jeice, Burter, Guldo, and Recoome almost never get tasked with a solo job. This is because, out of the whole Ginyu Force, Kuriza imprints the most on Captain Ginyu himself- it's mainly because of the horns; Frieza would be in his First Form during this period. Ginyu doesn't mind at all- in fact, he welcomes the title of honorary uncle.
Kuriza of course picks up a plethora of poses from Uncle Ginyu... somewhat to Frieza's dismay once he starts striking said poses obsessively. It was a long week before that phase died down.
If we have Kuriza around during Namek era, I headcanon that he stayed with King Cold during that arc. Frieza deemed it a bit risky to take him along to Namek; good foresight there.
Now that we've covered the fluff, let's dive into the angst shall we?
Kuriza going missing would definitely send Frieza into an anxious frenzy, often going sleepless until Kuriza is found, deploying search parties and recovery teams to seek him out. Of course, there's great motivation in the teams' search efforts- they'll not only be spared the emperor's wrath but the first to find him will be rewarded handsomely.
At one point, Kuriza briefly wanders off to explore out of boredom during one of Frieza's conquests... not knowing that his brief little roaming would result in a pack of troops being sent to hunt him down. Frieza gets worried sick. What if he had gotten lost? What if he had gotten hurt? Kuriza wishes his hand would be held a bit less when he gets older.
On an unfamiliar planet, where his dominion has yet to be established, Frieza is given justifiable reason to worry, as Kuriza being the heir practically paints a target on his head. Kidnapping for a ransom can be a risky move, as it's rare that Frieza will pay up... instead the kidnapper may pay him in their own blood. Plus, Kuriza has powerful ki attacks on his side, a pretty effective "stranger danger" whistle.
Assassins are a whole different matter; even an attempt is an act of high treason. I've actually used this concept in some older one-shots. Assassins are dealt with swiftly and often very bloodily, and since most conspirators stem from within a planet's government as a coup, the punishment is often more widely spread across the lands.
In the very dark event of the assassins proving successful, Frieza enters a state of utmost fury, rational thought switching off, and the coup planet is destroyed without a second thought, no matter what value was left on its surface... his mentality is overwhelmed by his emotional half; why should he care about what valuable resources this planet of traitors has to offer when they've taken his most valuable resource from him? After the initial heat, there is a depression soon to follow. Negligent parties are reprimanded accordingly yet he feels there's a pang of blame to be put on himself.
#asks#butterrats#headcanons#dragon ball#dragon ball z#dragon ball super#frieza#kuriza#captain ginyu#zarbon#dodoria#ginyu force#fluff#angst
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FIC REC:
A wee spinoff of my lapsed but not dead series, Reading Recs From Friends
I Was GIFTED (!!!)
The Waiting by @oknowkiss w/ art by @babooshkart [Drarry | E | 43k]
cw: substance abuse, depression, grief
It’s been almost ten years since Draco Malfoy disappeared during a routine Curse Breaker training exercise. Harry, his partner in more ways than one, is determined to figure out why. As the past resurfaces and the present fades into confusion, Harry discovers the only thing more unreliable than memory is love.
inspired by the fantastic song "this tornado loves you" by neko case.
One Sentence Recap: Everyone in Harry's life is trying desperately to drag him out of the past, away from the moment he lost Draco to the unknown, but what if the past is the only thing that will save them both?
"I have waited with a glacier's patience
Smashed every transformer with every trailer
'Til nothing was standing
65 miles wide
Still you are nowhere
Still you are nowhere
Nowhere in sight"
-Neko Case, This Tornado Loves You
This song is one of my absolute favorite songs of all time--it captures the raw emotion of frantic, seemingly-doomed, mutually destructive love in a way that doesn't deny its potential, all-consuming beauty. There's something painfully sweet about the music, the lyrics, and also this fic that @oknowkiss wrote based on a prompt I submitted for @hd-wireless 2023, and then GIFTED to me! Elaine and I share a deep love of complicated, plotty, twisty stories--I gaze up at them in awe every time I read something new by them because they are such a master of plot and narrative. This story is no exception--the characters are exceptionally imagined, the world is rich and unique, the mystery keeps you guessing in the best of ways, and the twist will absolutely take your damn breath away. I laughed, I cried actual tears, and I had to sit for a long time once I finished trying to figure out how to breathe again. Here are some specific things I loved about this story:
👨🏽🤝👨🏼 The Relationship Dynamics
This particular song certainly opens the door for angst and tension and HOO BOY does E deliver on that front. Harry's depression and grief over Draco's disappearance feels so palpable and relatable. At times I pitied him, felt real heartbreak for him, and wanted to give him a firm slap to the back of the head. Draco is ESPECIALLY magnificently realized in this story--he has every characteristic I love: sharp and witty, scared and desperate, arrogant but deeply unsure of himself. He is the perfect foil to a Harry who is unmoored and craving some sort of connection with someone or something. The tension between them crackles with unspoken resentment, fiery sexual attraction, and the sort of nihilistic self-importance that seems to saturate early adulthood. It makes for some INCREDIBLE smut--no spoilers but there is a scene that begins in a dive bar in Alaska that you will be thinking about probably for the rest of your life🔥🔥.
E also crafts some incredible relationships between Harry and the rest of the characters. The dynamics between him and Ron and Hermione are delicious as they worry for his very sanity and try their best to be good friends to him. E's OCs are spectacular--there is one in particular who has my whole heart, I don't even need to tell you which one you will absolutely know.
🌎 The World Building
Elaine takes a very cool approach to ministry training and curse breaking that I've never read before--their descriptions of the training camp are so vivid I could picture everything so well as it happened. This story takes us and the characters around the world, and E really takes the time to ground us sensorially and paint us an incredible picture of exactly what Harry is experiencing. His depression and grief come through in the environment that he's built for himself--there are little symbols that reappear throughout the fic that feel like gentle taps on the shoulder--remember this?. It's a really masterful way of making an expansive, potentially disjointed universe feel smaller, traversable, and knowable.
It can also be very challenging to describe brand new magical mechanics and theory in a way that a reader can understand, without bogging them down in detail--again, E does this beautifully. I felt totally sucked in to the world they crafted!=
📝 The Plot
Look, it is very hard to write a mystery story that doesn't alienate the reader but still holds back some twists and surprises. It's even HARDER to do all of those things when you're writing in not one, but TWO timelines, and E absolutely smashes it with this fic. I had so many (incorrect) theories about what the hell was happening as I was reading--it was so fun to take the little crumbs E was leaving and try to make sense of them while Harry also tried to make sense of them. I am so delighted that at the end, some of the things I speculated about came to pass, but there were many things that I didn't see coming!
🎨 Bonus: The Art
@babooshkart NEVER MISSES that is a truth universally acknowledged, one affirmed by the art they created for this story. Pictures, imagery, and the act of looking play such a vivid role in this story and Boo manages to capture so many of the little details Elaine uses to activate her narrative and her characters in a single, incredible image. Looking at Boo's art invites us to step into Harry's shoes, and lets us a little further into his world. The lighting in the photo feels close and intimate to the point of being lonely, the clutter Boo included in the scene echoes Harry's feeling of being crowded and overwhelmed by the case and by life, and as always Harry are (young) Draco are depicted beautifully.
Thank you for writing this story and gifting it to me!
More to read from @oknowkiss:
📚 a licence to kill [Drarry | M | 11k]
📚 Their microfic may 2022 series, jesus, etc. [Drarry | E | 3k]
📚 the complete idiot's guide to losing your entire mind [Drarry | E | 10k]
📚 Historians [Drarry | E | 30k]
More to look at from @babooshkart:
🎨 Boo's own Wireless 2023 contribution, Keep Driving [M]
🎨 The art they made for booktopus's Reverse Bang fic, A Convergence of Inks [G]
🎨 This steamy Dronarry they did for HP Triadfest 2022 [E]
🎨 Twenty five (25!!!!!!) drawings they did for 25 Days of Draco and Harry 2021
#mose recs#reading recs from friends#drarry#drarry fanfiction#drarry fic#hd wireless 2023#hd wireless fic and art#oknowkiss#babooshkart#healing my little brain one story at a time
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HALLO. Hello, yes, hi Mimi. ITS YOUR NUMBER 1 FAN!!
You said you had so many ideas but such little time??
Well, please, tell me all about them!! I love your ideas and I'm so intrigued. I'd love to hear about them all. :3
Hello there Akuma! Yep yep, so many ideas that just pop out of nowhere. No actual plot line for some, but still ideas. One of which I am almost done with! It’s a SAMS fanfic that I am SO excited to post, but just wanted to make sure to finished the thing first so I wouldn’t abandon the fic for too long between updates—I really hate leaving a fic unfinished (and those that are unfinished literally sit on my lungs), so I decided to finish it first before starting to proof read it and publish it. I am around 80 % done, I guess, since I don’t actually have an ending planned for it.
I have another SAMS story but I don’t have much ideas for it. The reason why I made it is because I wanted to see two characters together and I had to squeeze my mind for an idea for it. It is fun to write them (since they’re both my favorite characters), but being short on ideas suck. Not to mention that I don’t have time and that I am working also on My Baby fic.
I have another idea that’s gonna be a sick fic (because I am a sucker for these kinda fics), and I have some ideas for it, but no actually plot, just hurt/comfort (another thing I am a sucker for). This one is still an idea that is plaguing my mind, but I do want to find a sort of plot line before starting to write anything (not to mention that I would like to keep my excitement in check for when I do have a plot line and time, so I would actually have motivation to write it and not get burned out).
Another idea is inspired by something that happened in real life that I feel guilty for, so I thought writing something for it would justify a bit of my guilt. It will be a sick fic/baby fic/and a hurt/comfort kinda fic. I have chapter one half done and a few drawings for it, but it is on hold because every time I think about it it just brings kind of bad memories. I adore baby fics when it is with my favorite characters turned to babies, but for some reason this idea (which kinda do have a plot line) is heavy on my hands. Not because of the angst, but because it makes me feel guilty, bringing more and more memories to mind. I find that to be silly—My Baby fic has a lot of things that actually happened, but for some reason (maybe because Sun and Moon are the one taking the abuse and not reader) it doesn’t actually trigger me by any means. If anything, it inspires me.
There is a mafia idea, but it is just a small idea because I was angry and thought of the most cruelest way to torture someone in my mind, and I kinda imagined it as a mafia fic.
Hoo boy, that’s a lot. I am chatting your ear off at this point. There are a few other ideas, but as I said, they’re just ideas without a plot line for me to actually make anything out of. They could work as one-shots, but I still am unsure. I am trying to focus on three fics as of now (My Baby fic included, of course), so I do hope I would have more time.
Thank you for your question! Have a cookie!
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Are there any AU’s you’d like to explore but haven’t had the chance to yet?
Hoo boy . . . hmm . . . alright so off the top of my head, for muses? What comes to mind are the AUs I developed for BALLISTER, SQUALL, CHRIS & JAYCE.
A lot of these I have built with others, & for future reference, I will jump usually on any chance to build a verse / au with someone and grow invested if it’s offered my way. I thrive off creating things & when I have someone to bounce ideas off & know they’re just as invested I go extra feral. Either way, buckle in, I’m going to try gushing a bit more on these below. The only reason I haven’t dug into them more as of late is fatigue on my end irl & other hyperfixations luring my attention, but they will always hold my entire heart with what’s been made for them so far.
I. BALLISTER BOLDHEART ( … )
In an AU developed lovingly with @ambrosius-goldenlion, we call it the Nemesis AU, yes that link leads to the tag if you’d like to look through it! Basically! It’s an AU where Ambrosius leans into the lies the Director feeds him & his & Bal’s dynamic overall starts to mirror their comic counterparts a lot more closely. It is a darker verse, one where Ballister lashes out, leans into his perceived Villain role a lot more readily if only out of spite, but also tries his best to clear his name without Goldenloin’s aid.
Think messy break up, but way worse because your ex is trying to quite literally kill you & wholeheartedly believes you’re a monster in human skin. Its description is . . . Butchered in how I’m describing it, but honestly, I highly urge people interested in it to poke Mako cause they pour so much love & care into it, & how they’ve put time into exploring, theorizing & building their HCS for Amb in that verse hurt my soul but inspire me & blow me away.
II. SQUALL LEONHART ( … )
For Squall, I actually have a handful of AU’s I’d love to do more with! One on Discord rn, I am building up with @wayfaringnobody & @myristicisms for a zombie apocalypse au with Zack & Roxas with Squall where it’s a lot of found family mixed in with angst through trying to survive in a harsh world.
For another with him, I have a few lovely AU’s made again with Mako over at @defiant-ex-soldiers for a werewolf AU with Squall & Cloud, & another one where they’re both forced to marry & are the respective leaders of their nations needing to band together in the face of war coming both their ways.
Another is our beloved Ghost AU that has Squall acting as a wandering spirit tethered to his griever pendant. Unable to move on, he relies on Cloud’s help in unraveling the mystery behind his death so he can move on & stop haunting his home.
Another is one I’m building up with @reveromantique’s Seifer, more for their verse with Seifer holding Sorceress abilities & Squall steps up to try helping him anchor & control those flaring abilities. It leads to Knighting & a bunch of other fun angsty goodness but so far those two have been stabbing me right in the heart with each reply.
Either way, I’d love to poke more at these. There’s even a few KH ones like Leon’s Nobody verse too, I just have trouble trying to poke people to get things started for it or how to flesh it out more then what I have so far 😔
III. CHRIS REDFIELD ( … )
I just talked to friends on Disco about this—- LEGIT— but I do have a Rogue Agent verse for Chris I’d absolutely love to explore more of. Basically he decides to go rogue from the BSAA & slips into More mercenary work, striking vigilante Justice in his own way in taking down cropping up bio-research facilities that tackle things similar to Umbrella/Tricell/Neo-Umbrella research.
He’s realized post RE5/RE6 that nothing will change if left as they are now, things will continue in a long cycle unless he takes initiative to take out the threats before they have a chance to strike out. He also realizes that the government seems to be peddling a lot of incidents or brushing them under the rug, hence his more vicious, angry nature in this verse. Also a very early awakening to realizing the BSAA is no better than those companies they try to stop, building their own collection of bioweapons. He basically just takes his fight against Bioterrorism & turns it into a one man war.
IIII. JAYCE TALIS ( … )
ALL I HAVE TO SAY IS I HAVE SEEN ART FOR JAYCE & VIK BEING SWAPPED VIA ZAUN!JAYCE & PILTOVER!VIKTOR & SWIRLING THOUGHTS ON HOW TO DO A THING WITH THAT HAVE NOT LEFT ME—
*♡ Munday Meme ♡. 📨
#╰┈➤ ┊❛ ANSWERED OOC. ❜┊#MUSE: [ BALLISTER BOLDHEART. ]#MUSE: [ SQUALL LEONHART. ]#MUSE: [ CHRIS REDFIELD. ]#MUSE: [ JAYCE TALIS. ]#GRAVITASFATUM.#Ive explored em just not as much recently and I’d like to change that👁️👁️
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Fic Rec Friday 6/9/2023
Title: The Five Core Traits of Nigel Banyai
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandoms: Charlie Countryman (2013), Adam (2009), HEU - Fandom, Hannibal Extended Universe - Fandom
Relationship: Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Adam Raki
Characters: Nigel (Charlie Countryman), Adam Raki
Additional Tags: Temporary Amnesia, Memory Loss, Established Relationship, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Love at First Sight, Sort Of, Nigel is smitten
Summary: Nigel wakes up in the hospital without a clue who he is. Luckily, there are certain things about him that always stay true.
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How about a little Spacedogs to brighten up your day?
This is a ship that’s easy to dive into and get lost in. There aren’t as many fics for it as there are for its, in a sense, “parent-ship” (hannigram), but that just means when you find the right fic, the emotions hit harder. Also, a ship with a canonically neurodivergent character? Yes please!
Although, in this particular fic, Adam’s autism hardly factors in. No, this is a Nigel-centric work. If it wasn’t perfectly obvious from the title alone. Temporary amnesia is a very potentially angsty concept for a fic, but this one avoids that avenue almost completely. Which is unexpected. Oh there’s some angst (Adam is very obviously internally fretting over Nigel’s memory loss) but it’s never focused on. Instead, we get a dash of humor, a bit of worldbuilding/character development, and a whole hecking lot of Nigel being absolutely SMITTEN with his star. Seriously, Nigel being ass-over-teakettle for Adam is probably the most common trope in Spacedogs fics, and I wouldn’t change that for anything. It’s what Adam deserves, lol.
And the last bit? The final core trait? Perfect.
I love this fucking ship, man.
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Next Week: Steddie time again. And this is a big one, hoo boy.
You know how I’ve vagueposted a few times about a fic I read that hit me so hard in the feels that I couldn’t bear listening to an old song I’d loved for years? Yeah, it’s time for that one.
Of course, this also means that I’ll have to re-read it for the first time since… well, the first time. And I had just been able to listen to that song again, too! I’ll let you know if it makes me cry again, lol.
Bis später!
#fic rec friday#spacedogs#writer: sourweather#memory loss#it’s so fluffy#Nigel is so fucking smitten it’s ridiculous#lol#what a simp#you love to see it
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GET TO KNOW YOUR ADMIN !!
name — sparkle.
pronouns — he / him.
preferred comms — IMs, i rarely use discord for tumblr stuff. kinda protective over giving my discord out.
name of muse — maki, peko, ryukyu and luvia.
experience in RP — hoo boy, if we're going overall experienced - i started in early college for online sites like early dA roleplay, so 8+ years.
best experiences — i can't really think of one single time, but just generally roleplaying with my buds over discord groups in danganronpa in college was some of the most i've had on the web. no worries of cringe or shit, just being free and loving our characters. i just wish the group hadn't broken apart over drama on the leader who became pretty shitty overtime.
pet peeves / dealbreakers — forcing ships on other people because "ITS CANON" is an instant way for me to lose interest. part of the reason i dislike fuyupeko, although that's more personal to me.
muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ) — mostly fluff or action. angst i've done a lot in small times but not a lot recently. as for smut ... i've honestly never really done it often, like i can count on one hand how many times. mostly because my characters ... well, you can see the issue with me being hesitant to write them in smut in fear of crucifixion.
plot or memes — memes. mostly because it's super disheartening to talk up a plot for so many messages and getting excited ... only for it to die within two posts. part of the reason i lost my motivation in the first place.
long or short replies — usually i like to do long replies, but that's more me losing control of how much i write versus trying to pace myself. so i'd say medium at worst.
best time to write — whenever i have the energy to nowadays.
are you like your muse — lol, no. maki and peko could fold me like an omelette, luvia is too rich for me and ryukyu is ... well, it's complicated. i hope we would at least get along though !!
tagged by : @tealsteel
tagging : @electricea , @nulltune , @more-than-a-princess , @mysticallities & @celestiialnotes !!
#✦ now this is a story all about how … ✦ 「 ic 」#( this was a fun one to write up! )#( gave me some time to reflect and all that )
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LMFAOOOO I forgot to finish/post this when I was still working on this el oh el, so as a birthday gift to me you get half of part 2 from my Monkie kid project read 🠟
here
LEGO Monkie Kid™: Secrets of the Emerald Road - Episode 2: In Grave Danger
×warnings: 〰angst〰×
×unedited×
It was a nice night for Mk, the full moon, lovely music playing through his headphones and a relaxing stroll back to his apparent building.
After the whole "being chased by a giant stone tiger and barely escaping with our lives plus hangin' out with Monkie King all day while training" thing, Mk was kinda tuckered out. He found his way back to his room, setting up his bed, laying out his clothes for tomorrow and pushing out his pillows.
"Can't wait for Mei to come back!" Mk grinned.
He yawned a long yawn and snuggled into bed, squeezing his Monkie King plush doll and quickly falling asleep after.
As the peaceful night went on, it started to take a turn. The serene set of his room started to become more heavy and frightening. A purple mist snuck in through the half-open window, leaking into the room like a liquid. Quickly finding Mk's bed and reaching up like a snake climbing a tree.
It coiled itself around the boy's head, dripping into his subconscious.
Mk tossed and turned in the night, becoming more frantic and panicked in his sleep. This nightmare, it felt a lot more real than anything he's ever experienced before. His feet felt cold; the coldness slithering its way up his body, making him shiver.
The snake-like tentacle was almost done now, it started to retreat out of his room and back into the near by street.
His eyes shot open and he jolted up with a scream. Clenching his heart, he stared at the end of his bed for a moment, taking in everything he was flashed with.
His quick pants became heavy breathing as he realized it was only a dream.
"But it felt so real..." He spoke into thin air.
The tentacle slithered out and down, finding its way back to the one who made it, a mysterious demon, who wore a trench coat, a black turtle neck, big boots and black pants. They started spinning it back into a ball like wool. Starting into the orb they just made, they reviewed Mk's nightmare.
They lightly chuckled, "I've got you now, boy."
Mk fiddled nervously with his phone, "Hey, Monkie King?" The boy looked up from his blank black screen.
"Yeah, bud?" The Monkie responded, taking a bite of a peach flavored chip.
"I..." Mk started, looking back down at his weary reflection, "I had a nightmare.."
The monkey looked empathetically at the boy, "Are you okay with sharing?"
Mk looked surprised at the ginger monkey before smiling, "Uh, sure!"
Monkie King nodded, giving the okay.
"Well, it started like another day..."
"Hey, Pigsy!" Mk smiled at the pig man, "Any delivers today?"
But the pig couldn't bat an eye at him.
"Mr. Tang!" Mk charmed, "What's up?"
Still no response.
"Mei?" Mk called, "YOO-HOO!! I'M RIGHT HERE!!!" the poor boy waving his arms frantically like a bird while bouncing around from person to person.
Still nothing!
"Guys?" Mk called out, "GUYS?!" He started to worry.
The sinking feeling started up again, but this time, he was actually sinking, a pit of black sinking sand grew under him. He screamed as he struggled to get out. Desperately trying to summon his staff, his screams went unheard by his friends.
"Help!" He cried out one last time as the blackness swallowed him whole.
He was blasted of visions of an icey night, glaring at him with glowing eyes. An eye holding the map in its pupil. A princess being guarded by Nezera himself. And a mysterious someone being wounded.
"And after that, I woke up." Mk looked away from monkie king, avoiding his concerned gaze, "I just don't understand those visions, if they met anything at all."
"Hey bud," Monkie King gently smiled as he placed a hand on Mk's shoulder, "Don't push yourself; when you know, you know." He shrugged and continued eating the chips.
"I think they're really important," the boy huffed, "I just don't know what they mean.." He mumbled.
"Ah, whatever, kid." The king sighed, "Hey, what do you say we go and try to open that key again?" He side smiled, a devious glint in his eyes.
"You know it!"
Monkie King picked up Mk and hoisted him on to his cloud, zooming off to Flower Fruit Mountain.
#lmk monkey king#lmk sandy#lmk fandom#lmk fanfiction#lmk pigsy#lmk qi xiaotian#lmk mk#lmk mei#lego#lego monkie kid
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nsfw fic recs??? :o
HI i forgot to respond to this when i said i would then we went on a multi day transit. i now have wifi so here have some damn good tsp nsfw fic recs, under the cut bc. nsfw
also im sticking with mostly newer stuff bc while i LOVE r&r and instant gratification and all the oldies, im here to broadcast my love for some new shit that might not pop up at the top when you search by kudos bc its been there for years
Extended Feedback by alexisroyce: look i cant just. not put together a rec list without including this. its technically the second part of the advanced ludology series but you dont really need to read the first to get it (but you SHOULD and also read part three.... except hold onto ur ass and prepare for angst bc Hoo Fucking Boy). anyways its currently three chapters but a little bird implied a fourth is incoming and its so fucking good. the tag 'switch fight' has never been more accurate, stanley is a little shit and so is the narrator. theyre perfect for one another.
Executive Bathroom by sandyferal: sandy my friend sandy writes SUCH good shit. stanley wants some alone time and narrator gives it to him reluctantly only to come back and oh? whats this?
Hallelujah by disgraceRavenclaw: robot narrator and button pushing my beloved. narrator has a stuck button and requests stanleys assistance to unstick it. does not think ahead that This Man Loves Pressing Buttons. also the tags 'First Time' '(for the narrator anyway. i personally believe that stanley fucks like an animal)' live in my head rent free and make me witch cackle out of nowhere every once in awhile
Feeling a Bit Peculiar by ThisIsNotHowWeWalk: degradation kink, stanley getting manhandled, AND narrator using invisible hands? sign me the fuck up. another instance of stanley getting horny and wanting to deal with it alone, except narrator aint having that. also should read the sequel, Tangled up in Adventure (the adventure line (tm) is a horny boa constrictor and its fab
i probably definitely have more but just trust me when i say you can just. you can go to ao3 and sort by kudos and rating:explicit and. its all there and its FAB i love this fandom so much. i need to make a bookmark list of all the good shit so i can just post it here. maybe ill do that and add it in a reblog in the future idk
love yall
#personal#ask#anon#the stanley parable#the stanley parable ultra deluxe#stanarrator#tsp stanarrator#not putting it in the main post bc i physically cant broadcast my own shit like that#but im also working on a series called orbiting bodies that ppl think fucks hard and good so yeah#part one is named centrifugal force and part two is curvilinear restrictions. workign on a part three that is as of yet unnamed#need something else flowery and stupid aldfjaskdf#okay i sleep now. im still fuckin wiped from that transit. boat wouldnt stop rocking the whole time feel like im dizzy on dry land
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