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jade-len · 4 months

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i think it'd be funny if someone transmigrated as xin mo. the goddamn evil sword. instead of taking it seriously, they just really fucked around with bingge. and, somehow, ended up having the opposite effect of what it's supposedly rumored to do.

picture this: bingge, on the quest for revenge and power, comes across the almighty xin mo. this demonic sword killed everyone that dared to even try wielding it. and, the few who were lucky enough to have it by their side, eventually succumbed to the swords' will.

it is said that the sword is unlike any other, that it etches into your head and eats away your brain, until eventually it consumes you whole. it whispers, speaking in lust, greed, and hatred. it slowly beckons the wielder into giving in to the worst part of themselves and feeds off of pure sin. but to him, it is no matter; luo bingge will surely tame it.

and then he gets to the sword.

demonic qi practically oozes from xin mo. the aura surrounding it makes every part of luo bingge scream, "run; get away, away from that monster." his gut prods at him, begging bingge that this is probably a really bad idea. it's a little terrifying, how even luo bingge, the determined, vengeful demon, is now getting second thoughts about wielding xin mo from just being in its presence alone.

but luo bingge is too, a monster. so he ignores the screams of plea; pushing every thought of doubt in the back of his head, and tightly grips onto the handle. the world around him seems to spin and shake, tumble and crack, from the amount of force bingge needs to use in order to pull the sword of sin out of its place.

when bingge finally has it perfectly fit into the palms of his calloused hands, he hears whispering. he knows that the sword has accepted him as its new host.

the sword's language crawls up to him, as if it were feeling around his body and mind. checking every nook and cranny for it to settle into bingge's form, truly becoming one with the embodiment of sin. the words flow through his brain like a tragically broken guqin, a melody that holds him in a frighteningly familiar trance - all while simultaneously eating away at his brain in the worst ways possible, akin to a child and their favorite snack. it seems to beckon something, but even with luo bingge's impressive hearing, he cannot make out any words from the tone-deaf musical notes xin mo sings.

and then, it is clear. the land around him settles, and everything is still. xin mo itself seems to be.. content. at least, that is what luo bingge believes.

the language of this wretched sword reflects the state around these two monsters.

luo bingge expects it to demand for bloodshed, for the erotic ecstasy of multiple women, for bingge to steal the last of the finest gems of these horrible, vast lands.

instead, he hears this:

"yoooo damn that shit was crazy. did you see what i did there? man, you know, it feels so fucking good to get out of the dirt. hey, do you know if people can like, feed their swords or something? i'm kinda craving something spicy. we never know, in this wack world! wait, don't hold me like that, buddy. it'll make things real awkward."

but luo bingge is determined to get his revenge, so he puts up with the swords' constant rambling about.. whatever the hell it's thinking.

"wait, dude, did you seriously fuck a dying girl? that's wild. yeah, like i know she was dying but it doesn't sound like you wanted it. yo, listen to me, consent is very sexy."

"HAHA hey, dude, sir, man. you wanna play some 'i spy'? we don't have anything else to do. no? too bad, we're playing it. i spy a loser who doesn't wanna play i spy. hint: he's holding me right now."

"okay i know i'm supposed to be this super evil sword and beg to be used - woah that sounded real wrong - but can you at least clean me when you're done killing shit? if you don't, i'm gonna refuse to respond to you and you'll look like a dumbass trying to wield me."

"i can't hear you lalalalalalala you're not being very it girl right now lallalalaalalalla-"

somehow, this is worse than if xin mo was actually eating away at his brain.

weirdly enough though, as luo bingge starts spending more time with this weird ass, seemingly possessed sword, it starts to become more of a.. comfort to have it by his side than pure annoyance. he finds himself responding to it more, like, actually having full on conversations with it. it puts him at ease, wielding xin mo. the hatred doesn't consume him, instead, it seems to soothe the burning rage (and, admittedly, just replace it with small irritation) that holds onto his darkened heart.

xin mo is actually quite kind and caring, for a sword that's supposed represent and be the literal embodiment of sin. sure, it is a hassle to have it cooperate with him sometimes, and it does just ramble on and on about the most random things ever, not giving a single shit if bingge was in the middle of sleeping with maidens and slaying those who get in his way. for the first time, bingge feels so comfortable around something.

it's.. odd. what was supposed to be the turning point in his life, a big step in his plan for revenge, is now something akin to an... acquaintance. not like mobei-jun, or any of the women he's come across, but an actual, dare he say, friend.

sometimes, he finds himself thinking all of this delusional. is this what people were driven mad by? perhaps they simply could not handle dealing with a talking sword. he understands that xin mo was undoubtedly unbearable to be around at the beginning of their alliance, but it has never actually beckoned for blood, power, and sex. if anything, it does the opposite.

maybe he's the delusional one. maybe this is xin mo's way of getting to him.

maybe, xin mo should be considered a thing. the thought feels terribly laughable, as if he were witnessing a person horribly explain themselves. it also makes his teeth grind together in pure agitation.

"hey, you know, you didn't deserve any of the things they did. it wasn't your fault, binghe. the fact that you're half heavenly demon doesn't make you a monster, or any of that wild stuff.. uh, i'm here for you, okay? i know you don't really like talking about all of this or opening up, but i just want you to know that you can.. talk about it. it's not like i can tell anyone else, anyways.

hey- shit i didn't mean to make you cry! wait, wait it's okay to cry! you need to let it out anyways, i promise it doesn't make you weak. there, there. i don't have any hands, so me patting you on the head with my handle will have to do. there, there.. everything will be alright, you'll be okay. i'll be here every step of the way, even if you want to get rid of me."

xin mo, the demonic sword, is more of a person - a good person - than anyone he'd ever come across.

...and then bingge and the xin mo transmigrator become besties or he falls for the damn sword. knowing him, he probably doesn't even know the difference between platonic and romantic attraction anyways. maybe bingge gets a plant body for xin mo using airplane's wack writing. idk i typed all of this down in one sitting.

(plot twist: it's not that the transmigrator xin mo had the opposite effect, it was literally just a placebo effect. luo bingge thought that, and thus it actually did help him lmao)

#PIDW but make xin mo a soul eater fan #why did i actually write all of this #idk it just sounded funny but then i kinda got sad at the end because bingge is such a lonely person its genuinely depressing #at least in here he has his this weird talking demonic sword #someone transmigrates into xin mo and ends up becoming an emotional support and comfort sword #i would say that this could be shen yuan but the xin mo transmigrator couldnt give any less of a fuck about bingges plans #and would also annoy sqq if he had to deal with it #might write this #but i need to finish that time travel bingge x reader enemies to friends to lovers thing #yes you heard me right a bingge x reader let me make him happy ok #bingmei already has sqq bingge needs someone :( and therapy but that doesnt exist here #while i thought of this i imagined like this floating talking sword by bingge #i actually have like a lot of WIPs this is only one of them #for some reason i had this idea after seeing this one instagram reel where gojo was cinderellas fairy godmother and sang IT girl #and that inspired an annoying talking xin mo transmigrator #luo binghe #luo bingge #mxtx svsss #svsss #fanfic stuff #the scum villain's self saving system #svsss ideas

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200llbun · 1 year

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Au where Dipper is deadass blind (working at the library) and cannot see the tall lanky monster thingy in front of him and just kinda assumes it's a human - he knows somethings a bit off about the guy, but he stops his assumptions there bc it's rude and he got over his paranormal phase years ago. (He didn't)

#billdip #digital art #dipper pines #gravity falls #author #fanfic #art #mlm #bill cipher #au #fanart #inspo from frankinsteins monster (idk if i spelled that right) bc the og book had a blind dad talk to the monster #of course the guys family walked in on them talking and screamed bloody fuck and kinda shoo'ed the monster away #except in this au Bill wasnt really created he just kinda always lived and lurked to stalk humans and make deals since thats his food #kinda?#might change that though idk if I'll ever actually write it since I've been unmotivated w billdip for awhile #also dippers family doesnt shoo Bill away bc he lives alone #Pacifica tries to. But. Well that doesn't rlly work out that well #she tells Dipper that the guys a literal fucking illuminati monster taller than his door #dipper just kinda shrugs her off bc shes joked about shit he cant see being a monster and hes kinda over it by then #the girl cries wolf on her end #dip secretely wishes it to be true bc its been his sick fantasy ever since he was a teen #call him dorky or sick. he wont care #fanfics about monster fuckung had drilled into his mind #hes corrupted #in a good way #join the dark side dipper🤲#k bye

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lyraeeee · 6 months

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I can’t stop drawing him help

his pretty eyes + small angry bi han

might make a chibi set just for him

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mk fanart #mk #mk1 #mk bi han #mk1 bi han #bi han #bi han sub zero #artists on tumblr #someone needs to pry him from my grubby hands #i cant help it #idk why he’s just such a fun character to draw and study??#might write a fanfic about him soon…

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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pairing: niki x male!8th member! reader genre: fluff word count: 369

cw blood, slight gore, mentions of getting stitches

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you gasp, pulling your hand up to your chest. niki is quick to rush to your side, pulling your hand towards him. "let me see it," he says, grabbing a towel and pressing it against the wound.

"what happened?" jay asks, leaning over your shoulder.

"he cut his hand," niki says, leading you away from the cameras and towards a staff member. your manager steps off to the side to call for a medic. "are you okay?" niki leaves his hand on your lower back, still holding the towel for you.

"it stings." he leans over to press a kiss against your shoulder, changing the angle of the towel every now and then.

you hiss when he applies even more pressure against your hand. the blood soaks through the towel, staining it a deep red. "sorry," he whispers. you shake your head, leaning against his chest.

a medic walks over to you, holding a first aid kit in her hand. "how long has it been bleeding?"

"a few minutes." she takes your hand, setting the towel aside and checking the cut over.

"it's pretty deep, you need stitches." you glance over at niki. he shifts so his arm is wrapped completely around your waist, almost back hugging you. "it shouldn't hurt too much," the medic says, preparing the needle. you nod, trying to relax. you wince after the first stitch, closing your eyes and leaning further into niki's chest.

"it's okay," he whispers. "they'll be done soon."

the process is shorter than you expected, only taking a few minutes for her to finish bandaging your hand. "we're all done," she smiles. "you did great."

"thank you." you mumble. she nods, leaving to dispose of the towel and bandages.

"you did great, baby," niki whispers. his arm stays wrapped around your waist as you head back to the kitchen set you were filming at.

"are you okay?" jungwon asks. you nod, sitting next to him at the table.

"we finished cooking the chicken," jay says, pushing a bowl of rice towards you. niki sits next to you, taking your injured hand into his.

"thank you," you smile, waiting for the other boys to join you before you all begin eating.

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kiwisandpearls · 1 month

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genuine question! How does making an angel dust x fem reader fic actually take representation away?

angel dust is still gay in canon, a random fic doesn’t change that.

people headcannoning him as bi or pan also doesn’t change that he’s gay in canon.

#talk away ⌞🍵🍋 ⌝#I don’t write for fem reader but general #I just don’t get this argument #queer characters will still be queer in the canon #fanfics will not change that #so I want to see how these fanfics do actually take away from representation #I can understand if they’re frustrating to see #I’m aroace and I personally stay far away from any Alastor smut #but alastor is still ace in canon so no ace representation has been taken away #angel dust #angel dust x reader #I know I said I wouldn’t talk much about hazbin hotel #But this has been on my mind for a bit #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #might delete later #I can see if it’s more like “it’s really hurtful to see people ignore that this queer character is queer”#like yeah!!#i definitely understand that!! /gen #but to say it takes rep away just doesn’t sound right?#i guess idk

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toastbuster-nk · 2 years

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TW: attempted rape/non-con, nonconsensual drugging.

Ok but like what if steve went to a lot of parties after season 2 bc he didn't want to be alone in his empty house. He never hooked up with anyone bc he was still broke up about nancy and didn't really feel like being touched intimately bc reasons I can't think of rn.

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Robin overheard that Tammy was throwing a party and decided she was going to go. She was going to talk to her if it was the last thing she did, despite hating large crowds and knowing nothing would ever come of it because Tammy was head over heels for Steve "the hair" Harrington and would never look twice at her.

Robin goes to the party and is immediately overwhelmed and hating the whole experience, but ultimately pulls herself together and dives in. She mainly keeps to the corners and watches all the people dance and drink and puke until she spots Tammy on the other side of the room talking with two other girls and Steve.

She can't help but notice Steve. He's wearing a striped polo and light wash jeans with his usual white and red Nike sneakers and he's holding a red plastic cup against his bicep where his arms are crossed. He's totally not listening to what the girls are saying to him, just nodding every now and then.

Robin can't help but chuckle a little at that, albeit reluctantly.

Then she notices one of the other girls in the group move her hand up towards Steve's cup. Robin frowns and sees her drop something into it before letting her arm fall back to her side, never once breaking from the conversation.

Robin is, of course, suspicious, but figures it's just her overactive imagination playing tricks on her again. No way someone would roofie King Steve. No way.

But as she watches Steve continue to drink from his cup and get progressively more drunk looking, despite never taking more than a few sips, she begins to think maybe she was wrong. Maybe something was wrong.

She decides to make her way over and see if everything is actually alright. Maybe he's just drinking straight vodka and he's a lightweight. Robin knows thats wistful thinking. Steve was the keg king before Hargrove bulldozed in.

Finally making it to the other side of the room she sees that Steve and the girl are nowhere to be found. A little frantically she asks Tammy where they went and gets a confused answer of "upstairs" from the girl.

Rushing up the stairs, thankfully not tripping for once, she stops and stares at the hallway full of doors in dread.

Jesus! Who has so many doors in their house!?

She begins to open them calling for Steve. When she gets to the last two doors she hears faint voices. A clear female voice hushing someone and a slurred male voice saying "st'p it. no don' touch me pleeashhe noo"

Not bothering to knock, she slams the door open and barges in. Then she stops in shock and gasps at the scene before her.

Steve is flat on his back on the bed his shirt tangled up around his arms, keeping him from moving them and his pants are unbuttoned and unzipped. The girl is straddling him and running her hands over his chest, kissing his neck. She has a flirty little smile and mean looking eyes, while Steve is flushed, with tears leaking from his eyes.

Robin immediately yells at the girl to back the fuck off— no means no bitch, fully prepared to go over and throw hands. The girl, however must be spooked enough by Robin's presence to get out of there because she skedaddles as fast as she can, leaving Steve as he is. She hurries to lock the door behind her, so no one will come in and try anything.

Robin tentatively approaches his prone figure, slight whimpers falling from his lips, face gently contorted in fear. She whispers his name and he freezes with a sharp gasp and furrowed brow. The no's and pleading start up again and she leans away from him, hands held in front of her body to indicate she won't hurt him as she tells him it's ok the girl is gone.

His eyes crack open and it's clear he's still under the influence of the drug the girl slipped him, but the fear and adrenaline must have cleared his mind a little because he says her last name in confusion.

Admittedly, she is surprised he knows who she is, but just takes it in stride, nodding and telling him she's not going to hurt him, that he's safe now.

He must believe her because he relaxes and let's his silent crying turn unto full body sobs. He curls up into himself and she rushes to his side, not touching him, but staying near in case he needs her.

Some time later he uncurls and looks at her, sad bambi eyes glistening with tears, and asks her why the girl did that. Why him? Why did she feel like she had a right to his body? What did he do to make her think he wanted that?

Robin doesn't really know what to say so she just smiles sadly at him and tells him that that girl is a monster and that Steve didn't do anything to make her think what she did was okay. She can see he's doubting her and blaming himself, so she asks him if this had happened to her would it be her fault?

He immediately shakes his head no and she looks at him like "exactly". He quirks a half smile at her and concedes her point.

They spend the rest of the night holed up in that room, quietly talking to each other.

He tells her how he doesn't think he's going to graduate. She tells him how she hates going to school because she doesn't have any friends and no one knows she exists. He tells her how his parents hate him and think he's a massive disappointment to the Harrington name. She tells him her mother constantly degrades her and points out all her flaws.

He tells her about the real monsters of Hawkins. She doesn't believe him, but she doesn't say anything. She tells him about her crush on Tammy Thompson. He teases her about her terrible taste in girls.

They talk until the party is dead and then they walk out together and Steve drives them back to his house when he tells her he doesn't want to be alone and she offers to stay.

Robin thinks he just might be the best thing to happen to her.

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hajihiko · 1 year

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Seeing as ghost are canon in danganronpa, how do you feel about Junko ghost AUs where she haunts the remnants or first game survivors?

It is almost literally my favourite narrative take (tight behind found family / they love each other) I am SO about it you have no idea. It's the tastiest I go nuts

#I yell and think loudly about Junko physically haunting the ppl who took her body parts so much and often #Fuyuhiko sees someone right out of the corner of his eye that's supposed to be blind #Even after Nagito gets a cool robot hand sometimes it acts against his will for a second and it feels like ....#Mikan is such a whoof idk if I can even go there. But she might have it worst of all #Like while everyone is haunted they get it the worst #Maybe it's because of them that the entire island is haunted. Bc they kept her alive in a way that cant be undone #If they took in even a little bit of her cells or blood or DNA. Its irreversible and shes just There Now.#Can u imagine??? Ur on an abandoned island or a ship and you dont have the option of leaving. And there is a ghost #Everyone knows it but talking about these things gives them power you know #Maybe that's partially why even the antisocial or private people start sleeping with others in the room #You'd rather wake up to your loudly snoring friend than to a vague silhouette that *might* be someone sitting on the corner of your bed #Sorry I lose it when ppl start to talk horror I dont know what I'm writing #I have an entire fanfic in my head that I might get out sometimes about The Haunting Of Jabberwock Island

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balmacedapascal · 2 years

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the one she chose | aemond x helaena

(this is supposed to take place some point before episode eight, not at any point in time in particular. targaryen typical incest is referenced so if that's not for you, dni. simple as that.)

It wasn't uncommon for Helaena to receive her brother in her chambers at least once each day. It simply wasn't the brother most would expect to visit. On the rare occasion she and Aegon found themselves alone together it was almost always when he was deep in his cups, words slurring and feeling some desire to fulfill his marital duties. Those times had always been few and far between and since Maelor had been born almost nonexistent. She had never complained. Wedding Aegon had been her duty and she'd done so without complaint. But sharing his bed regularly had never been a desire of hers and she'd always been grateful he seemed to feel the same.

No, it was Aemond who found his way to her rooms most days, whether it be the sitting room to break their fasts together or the bedroom where he'd crawl in behind her and hold her in a tenderness she'd not known from any other. It was Aemond who would join her as she sat with her children, not necessarily affectionate but attentive enough in his own way. And it was Aemond that she gladly claim as a lover, the one she'd discovered her desires beyond simple wifely duties with.

It was midday when he came to her chambers, dressed in a velvet doublet with his hair tied back out of his face. She sat curled on the lounge, the soft breeze coming through the window behind as she made slow work of the embroidery in her lap. It had been several years since the guards had announced Aemond's presence when he would arrive, the prince entering with little pomp and making his way to where she sat.

"You smell of the training grounds," she said in lieu of greeting, eyes still on her stitches as the needle wove its way through the fabric. She could feel him sit next to her, the cushions shifting under his weight and her body leaning into his side naturally. "Did you make a mockery of every knight currently in the Red Keep or did some of them get to keep their dignity this morning?"

There was a gentle touch at the nape of her neck, calloused fingers playing with a strand of her hair lazily. "Ser Arryk found himself in the dirt and Ser Criston lost his morningstar but the others were left alone today," he answered, not trying to pull her from her stitchwork, simply watching the motions of her hands. They'd shared many a quiet moment like this one, had since they were children and keeping company with one another while the mother fussed after Aegon.

The silence settled between them, an old comfort they'd both been fond of for year. The fingers in her hair twisted the strand one way and then the other, her side pressing more and more into his as her head moved to rest on his shoulder. It was a comfort that made her wish, not for the first time, that Aemond had been betrothed to her those years ago. It was a warm blanket of ease that made the world a simpler place for her.

"Let's visit the dragonpit," Aemond said after they'd been sat together for some time, finally pulling her attention from the stitching as she glanced up at him. "You know Dreamfyre misses you and it's been too long since you've been in the skies. It's a clear day and the air away from court would do us both good."

"You know Mother will have words for you if you fly Vhagar anywhere close to King's Landing. The smallfolk fear her more than the others."

"Come with me and I can worry about Mother later," he argued, giving her hair a playful tug that pulled a crooked smile from her lips. "Come. I wish to see you on dragonback, Hel. It's always a sight to behold."

"Fine," she answered, setting her embroidery to the side and pulling herself up off the lounge. Her hand outstretched to him which he took without hesitation, standing with her and leading them both out into the corridor. "But when Mother comes harping about keeping peace with the smallfolk and not terrorizing them like the dragonlords of old, you shall deal with that and I shall leave you to her wrath."

"Whatever my lady desires," he teased back, a quick kiss pressing to her cheek as they made their way down to the dragonpit.

#aemond x helaena #aemond targaryen #helaena targaryen #aemond x helaena fanfic #hotd fanfic #this is my one try at writing them #this might be garbage idk #if it is just tell me and i'll never write them again #i'm very insecure about this #idk if this is completely ooc or not #but i hope somebody likes it #mine*#mywriting*#show: hotd #fandom: asoiaf #chara: aemond targaryen #chara: helaena targaryen #ship: aemond x helaena

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oh-cramity-its-amity · 2 months

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my manager corrected my pronouns with a coworker today. i cannot explain how nice of a feeling that was.

anyway idk this might be silly to post but it made me happy bc i thought everyone forgot about me using they/them pronouns because it feels like all anyone ever calls me irl anymore (if not with my dad) is she/her (which is... *sigh* some days i really really fucking hate it). so like... dope, yk???

#this is a happy post okay?? i am very affirmed and stoked about this. i love this manager too- he is always a nice guy to talk to #i even told him about writing fanfic and the owl house bc i was word vomiting infodumping about my special interests #so random but like yeah. hes a nice guy 😭#also the guy who misgendered me was not being intentional at all and is a really nice guy too. he gave me a ride home in the winter <3 #people are nice but im still new to speaking up and advocating for myself as an adult. its hard but im getting there #it is a good day today though. a good day.#might delete later???? idk

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pizzaqueen · 1 year

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but the fire is so delightful

rated T / 6.6k / holiday fluff

This was written for the spicy six winter challenge run by @thefreakandthehair - thank you so much for putting this together! My prompt was ‘fireplace’ and I got a bit carried away

Tags: Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Flirting, Cabin Fic, First Kiss, Huddling For Warmth, Fluff, Presents

When Robin and Dustin back out of the trip to Steve’s grandparents’ cabin over Christmas break, Steve’s a little disappointed. But he can’t lie: the idea of spending the weekend alone with Eddie is pretty damn appealing. He’d been hoping to get Eddie away from the others, so he could finally tell him how he feels, and now he’s got the whole weekend to do it.

EXCERPT:

He gets out of the car, leaving the keys in the ignition, and hops up the steps to Eddie’s door.

It swings open before Steve gets a chance to knock, and his heart leaps. Eddie’s standing there with a black sweater under his leather jacket, a buffalo plaid scarf looped around his neck, and a black beanie pulled snugly over his head.

Music swells and Steve wonders if maybe he’s asleep, slumped over the counter at Family Video, some cheesy romance film playing on the store’s television. But then he realizes the music is only a Christmas tune, coming from the next trailer over.

Eddie grins. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

They stare at each other that moment too long—the moment that makes Steve hope—and then Eddie’s gaze moves past Steve. “Thought you were picking me up last.”

“I am.”

Eddie’s brow furrows. “Are Buckley and Henderson invisible now, or…”

“They’re not coming.”

“What? Why not?”

Steve sighs, breath misting in the air, and explains what happened.

“I saw Henderson yesterday and he didn’t say anything.”

“And I saw Robin yesterday and she was fine.” Steve shifts his weight. “And her cough was super fake.”

“Something’s afoot.”

“Yeah, they’re being weird.”

“Hm.” Eddie crosses his arms. “Should we investigate the weirdness?”

Steve shrugs. “I don’t know, man. I already went by their places—if they don’t wanna come, they don’t wanna come.”

“Well, that just leaves more fun for us.” Eddie winks. “Unless you wanna call the weekend off?”

“No way. I need to get out of here.”

Before Steve can ask if Eddie still wants to go, Eddie says, “Excellent,” picking up a bag and guitar case just inside the door, and slams the door behind him. “Onward,” he says, waving an arm, “to the Harrington cabin!”

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#steddie #Steve x eddie #Steddie fic #lexswinterficchallenge #steddiedaily #Steddie fanfic #pizzaqueenfic #v nervous about this one but it was so much fun to write!!!#also I’m posting at what might be a weird time idk lol #so reblogs are very much appreciated! (but not expected) 😊

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enderspawn · 2 years

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theres this fic idea i’ve been thinking of for a long while now (honestly i've had this specific post drafted since may of this year, so maybe since january or so) and want to eventually write one day, but if im being honesty with myself i'm not sure if i ever will, so im at least putting it out there now.

its a chip analysis piece (likely in some kind of 5+1 format, primarily from jay’s POV) specifically between chip and his relationship with food. the simple fact he’s always been this scrawny malnourished street kid when growing up outside of the black rose means a lot to me, and it would likely cause a lot of habits or behaviors the others wouldnt have or possibly even understand to begin with which would be a fun thing to explore and how it can reveal more abt him.

scenes/topics that would be Covered will be under cut

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the first thing that immediately comes to mind is an analysis and expansion upon his canon interactions with food in canon, such as the bag of chip’s jay gives him on loffinlot or the cinnamon roll incident

for one, the fact that jay carries snacks at all is kind of indicative and would likely be the focus. use jay's pov to explain how she’s learned to bring snacks on adventures since teaming with chip (likely with comments being somewhat snide or huffy about it, or comparing him to a child demanding/needing a snack, since they are still kind of strangers and she doesn’t know much about chip).

(if desired, it could also expand on how he fuckin’ made that small bag of chips last so long. yes the true answer is “because it was funny” but like… rationing behavior? jay might make an absent note of it (due to her observant feat), but wouldn’t likely extrapolate further at the time. also may be cut entirely for messing with story flow too much to include as a detail.)

the cinnamon roll scene is… listen he literally tried to share food with someone and broke down crying doing so because he loves them and wants to share that. obvious example of using food as a language for love and appreciation (which, again, takes on another level when you remember he comes from a food-scarce background). like thats just a thing that happened i don’t care if it was a goof that’s just canon. bite me.

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observation of chip having "weird" behaviors with food. these include having a seemingly massive appetite and being sure to always clean his plate (you don’t turn down access to food and you take what you can in case you can’t do it again soon.)

but also: as part of chip kind of projecting onto ollie, he’s always trying to pawn more food onto ollie’s plate. sometimes it’s as subtle as saying he’s “not hungry anymore” and scrapping whats left to ollie (which would catch jay’s eye because previously he’s always finished his plate even when full and clues her in) to as obvious as literally giving him more and saying he needs to eat more.

both the above points would be stuff jay would 1. spot and 2. actually take note of/care about, around after desire island or so.

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immediately after leaving allport, i think seeing reuben would bring back a bunch of chip's old habits and cause him to backslide a bit. after all, even if they were a “family”, they were also still a gang of street rats. on instinct, he would end up showing a lot of food guarding habits (being overly protective of people taking it, hiding food in a stash, etc). he likely also had these habits for a while after joining with jay and gillion, but after episode 16 when they started slowly getting closer the habits faded because he knew he could trust them.

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this is such a minor point in comparison to the rest of this list but i can see it so clearly in my brain. chip has an apple (likely stolen tbh) and he takes a bite out of it and leans against a wall. jay either makes a snide comment towards him about it or just snorts or something, prompting chip to hold it up towards her and go “you want some?” in a snarky way (speaking with his mouth full all the while).

jay rolls her eyes and says yes and gets startled when chip actually throws her the apple. she yelps, catching it, then throws it back immediately while yelling something like “ew, no, you took a bite of it already! i was kidding! gross!” chip feigns being wounded and retorts with something like “and here i was willing to expose myself to your stink getting on my apple–” and cue bickering between them about cooties.

he just straight up was willing to share the apple, thoughts abt "the fact he already bit into it" don’t register for him bc its such a non-issue in his mind. he offers to share about any food he has/makes because its a silent way to show he cares. i don’t think he’s fully conscious of that fact though. in general i think chip responds a lot better to subtle actions showing love than words of love and this is just another example of that from him

(following this is likely where cinnamon roll scene would go in the fic, both timeline-wise and thematically, since this section is focused more or less on "sharing your food as a sign of love")

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this next section would be the most plot heavy or traditional “fic” affair, in that it’s not solely fluff padding/analysis and has some original storybits.

the crew would be stranded on an island. i don’t know how exactly, but the key parts is that they don’t have their ship, there’s no one else on the island, and they have limited resources/rations. presumably they know rescue is coming, but ideally they don’t know exactly when (for drama purposes, as well as to make proper rationing out supplies p much impossible). perhaps the grandberry crew is on their way to save them, but they ended up on this island after a storm and don’t know where they are to point the grandberry pirates to. something like that.

actually, this plays out very similarly to the ollie part as detailed earlier, but to the left. as the crew starts to struggle with rations, chip would start (subtly when possible) start giving up his own portions. either by feigning lack of appetite, persuasion, deception, etc. the closest he comes to stating the truth would be when someone (likely ollie) asks if he’ll be okay going without his portion and chip shrugs then leans back on his elbows with a smirk and goes “nah, i’m used to it anyway.”

this is when the rest of the crew also starts to pick up on chip’s behaviors, to the point it becomes a bit of an unspoken secret they don’t want to dig into. previously, and the reason the entire fic is from Jay's POV, shes been the only one observant enough to take notice off all these traits. this is when it becomes So obvious everyone notices it.

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preferably, near the beginning of the story (likely after the chip bag incident, but before jay starts noticing all of chip’s behaviors, so that she cares for him more than she’s annoyed by him but hasn't put together any real dots-- between section 1 and 2), there would be a section where chip is mocked for his short height (as the shortest of the crew, at around 5’4) and being VERY easy for gillion to carry.

then, after the island section (section 5), there would be another part where chip’s height and weight are commented on. i'm undecided if this would be another light hearted goof scene or a more “dramatic” serious scene (which if it was it would likely be tied to the island incident. maybe an injury or argument or something?).

either way, it happens because jay ends up lifting/carrying chip. jay “8 in strength” ferin. he’s just fuckin light. afterwards, chip would explain saying something like “its not my fault! cause like– outside of arlin, i was kind of a street rat growing up, yknow? they arent particularly known for having a stable food situation, didn’t get all the nutrients and junk you need to grow tall”. it starts as a joke and a kind of light-hearted ribbing defense, but kind of sobers up in that melancholic-nostalgic way by the end.

it’s the first time he directly states anything abt his upbringing and food to his crew, but its a confirmation. well, its a confirmation for jay. everyone else definitely knew something was going on, but jay is the one who is able to connect all the pieces bc she’s the only one whos noticed all the other pieces. she gets the Whole Picture of how his childhood and upbringing caused all these behaviors and kind of what they imply abt chip's behavior now (like the food sharing as love, smothering ollie, etc)

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for a cheesy ending bonus, have jay use a mix of chip’s anecdotes abt the black rose and drey’s shaky memory to try and cook up a meal he used to have there. (for bonus, if desired she could reach out to lizzie too since lizzie lived with the old chef shay).

depending on author preference, either its good and chip cries because of the ~*memories*~ and the fact they cared enough, or it’s comically awful and not much at all like the original but the sole fact that they went out of their way to very obviously try SO hard to surprise him with this because they thought it would make him happy (as well as trying to speak to him in his own love language) makes him cry about it anyway.

(again, chip responds better to acts of love than words-- having his crew not only notice this abt him, but then do something to try and show that love hits him way harder than anything else could)

#jrwi #jrwi riptide #riptide #chip #ive sat on this for So long please acknowledge me JFKDLSJFKL #also i know i said i want to write it and i. still do!#but like. idk man. if anyone else gets inspired from this you can at least Ask if you can and you might get a yes. it depends fjdskflj #fanfic #(jeb bush voice) please clap #the. the fuckin acts of service post from hours ago caused this to ricochet back into my brain #and i want it Out please i need to read about contract law rn sir plea--#anyway. ''heres a fic idea i have'' my brother in christ the post is 1.7k #jrwi spoilers

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electronicfurbymusic · 4 months

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Man I hate how I kinda just can't post about this one EDM producer that I've been extremely obsessed with for like 3 years at this point, not because I'm afraid of it being "cringe" or whatever but because his fanbase (especially on Reddit) lowkey has a history of being extremely mean to anyone who liked him in a way they didn't 100% approve of (which would definitely include me if they found me because I literally ship myself with him and am absolutely insane about him and all that stuff you know) so uh that sucks I guess. Maybe someday idk

#at least I'm not afraid to make him a background character in Broken Pieces part 2 (he'll barely have any dialogue but yeah he exists there)#not saying who it is publicly sorry. not yet. but he was on mau5trap for a few years so idk someone here might know him #to be honest I just don't feel comfortable in most EDM communities anymore (outside of The EDM Fandom™ obviously ily guys)#so like it's just in general not trying to dunk on any specific producer's fanbase #and yeah I know this is a safe space for being insane about EDM producers #but the OTHER communities (*cough* EDM Twitter *cough*) made me paranoid #ik none of them are actually stalking me or whatever but I still need time to get over it #I guess I can start with writing completely self-indulgent selfship fanfics that I won't post anywhere #Broken Pieces is still my priority tho don't worry

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moonlitkawaiifestival · 2 years

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okay fuck it im telling yall about my magical girl au

heres three and eights designs, more info under the cut

this is a 24 centric au, bc im a filthy lesbian

magical girl au is an au where two celestial magical girls, sun (who is always an inkling) and moon(who is always an octoling), exist to fight off the existential horror that is The Void. The Void wants to eat all that exists, bc it doesn't like it when things exist. all the last worlds were eaten by the void (this is how humanity goes extinct). magical girls hold a form of magic that repels the void. every time an old magical girl died, the power went into suitable host, and so the cycle continues. all went pretty swimmingly until 100 years ago, when no new magical girls rose after the last two passed away in the great turf war.

one hundred years later, only two great cities still stand. octolings are underground, inklings think octolings are extinct and are also honestly not doing so well themselves. old wards made by the magical girls of old are starting to fade. shits gone even more to shit. and two young girls, one inkling, one octoling, wake up one day imbued with the lost magic of old.

eight(she/her) or Elara, after transforming for the first time, is trained directly under octavio as octarias perfect secret weapon. She never needs more than one shot to take someone out. Eight is kind of a cold hearted badass in this au, she warms up later but its a slow process.

three(she/they) or Cyra, or Blaire, they like to switch names a lot but those r the most common ones they take. Anyway they join the splatoon on a whim (they were new in inkopolis and really bored) and her powers are extremely useful for the splatoon. three kind of goes with whatever they feel like is the best option, trusting their gut more than their head. semi related to this shes a smug little bastard in this au who likes hunting for a good fight. they stop being such a little shit later but, again, its a slow process.

both three and eight are fiercely protective of the people they care about, willing to do next to anything to make sure everybody is safe.

cuttlefish and octavio(unseen) kind of both collectively take seeing the magic back as a weird nationalist sign that they were right actually and -insert demographic here- is the bestest ever or something.

these pictures r of their magical girl forms just before octo expansion. magical girl forms r made by the user and fully based on their personality, and octo expansion changes some Things about these bitches.

Bonus!

Thanks for reading all my bullshit, heres a picture of threes face

gf @flingza-roller helped me pick the piercings 💖

#festival chatter #splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon au #agent 8 #agent 3 #im having a ball making this au #so i might as well share it i think #im even working on writing it #would anyone be interested in a fanfic about this?#idk no promises but im thinking on it #lets just call this #celestial magical girl au

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criticaaaaaaaal · 2 years

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me about to read a shadowpeach fanfic only to notice that its tagged with “wukong is a bad person” or “wukong traumatized macaque” or “wukong hate club” or anything akin to that

#critical watches monkie kid #OK . OK I WILL SAY:#i totally understand evil/dark wukong aus. i get it. i like them. i appreciate them. i understand #and i can see WHY ppl write them. wukong is a character you can make mean easily #and mac is a character a lot of people relate to #and a lot of people really like him (i do too!)#i can see WHY ppl dote on him in fanfics or make him very much a victim of outside things #i see you and i appreciate you #but also i just. man. i feel like people forget that wukong is actually a good person and just want to always write him as this -#one dimensional abuser or something #and again : if you DO want to just write him as that as a fic au or SOMETHING by all means go ahead #no hate here #i think im just. :( i just wanna read a fanfic i guess where wukong isnt this one dimensional monster #if youre gonna make him evil/dark but keep it in line with the original characterizations (esp the ones in monkie kid) at least .........#idk ......... make it like . make it more then one dimensional? gah #this post is spurred on by the fact i saw a fanfic a lot of shadowpeach ppl were chatting about #and i looked into it (i havent read it. yet. i might)#and it seems to have the same premise of macaque is trying to escape wukong who is a nasty abuser!#and like. ok. im SURE its a lot more than that (i hope)#i jusssssstrttttttt #blaarghhhh

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zhoras-bitch · 8 months

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Not going to lie, I contemplated not taking the diamond scene in chapter 16 and letting Aerin go intentionally. In the end, I decided not to because of how the premium choice system works, with diamond choices being 'better'. But narratively speaking, I definitely think Aerin escaping potentially makes for a much more exciting story.

For one, that means he could continue to be a thorn in MC's side for longer for my sick entertainment. But more importantly, I feel like him being taken prisoner is kind of the easy way out for him. Like how harshly would they treat a prince anyway, even after everything he's done?

Nah. I want him to feel the full extent and weight of his actions. I want him to suffer the consequences. I want him to be forced to survive in the world alone, without the perks of being a royal or the support of the Shadow Court, all while being the most wanted criminal in Morella. And while he's on the run, I want him to hear the entire kingdom celebrating MC and their friends as heroes, because they were right and he was wrong.

I also want him to be a real person for a change. Not a Valleros or a Shadow Prince, or whatever role he was playing his entire life, but just Aerin. I want him to try to build himself back up again from the wreckage of his past failures. And as he struggles, I want him to know that he did it to himself. That everything that's happening to him is his own damn fault. And I want him to just live with that for a while.

If I were to speculate on what is actually going to happen rather than what I want to happen, though, I feel like Aerin is going to end up in the Shadow Realm one way or another. Possibly, if he is captured and faces justice, he is exiled as a punishment. And since he has nowhere else to go, he ends up in Shadow Realm, which is how the diamond and non-diamond paths converge. This makes sense in giving him a purpose in the grand scheme of the story, and it would force him to adapt to a new life in a harsh and foreign world. But in terms of his internal journey, I do think it's a little less satisfying as it separates him somewhat from the consequences of his actions. In the Shadow Realm, he's a nobody. Which is a step down from being a crown price and therefore quite humbling, but still better than the traitor and murderer he is in Morella.

#i might actually write this fanfic #about aerin traveling through morella as a criminal and all #i already took like 2k words worth of notes #but idk i never actually finish anything i write #choices book club #blades of light and shadow #playchoices #aerin valleros #bitch speaks

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