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My Top Gallavich fics

So, under the advice of the lovely @iangallagherisadeadman I've decided to compile a favorites Gallavich fic list along with a brief rec of each, this won't be a strict top 10 cause I'm not gonna torture myself into excluding some of these stories on some made-up self imposed arbitrary rules.

A bunch of disclaimers: most of these fics are long fics, going from 30k words up, I'm not purposefully excluding shorter fics, I have read plenty of them, but they do have a harder time sticking in my head months after reading.

Most of these fics will be explicit, just read the tags on the fic itself if you want to find out more.

Some of these fics don't have links because the authors chose to lock them and as such make them unlinkable, in order to read them you will need to go through the author's page while you're logged in your AO3 account.

This ended up ballooning out of control and is A LOT longer than ten fics, I apologize in advance :p.

YOU'LL NEVER SEE US AGAIN – spoonfulstar - 231k words

Mickey and Ian have been students at Marceline boarding school their whole lives, as their time at the institute draws toward the end they will start to discover many things, about themselves, about each other and about the world they live in.

THIS FIC! I CRIED! The number of fanfiction that are able to make me cry can be counted on a singular hand, the emotional stakes get higher and higher as the story goes on, leading to a beautiful and bittersweet climax.

This story will make you think and feel deeply about topics you'd never think a shameless fic would delve into.

I am obsessed with Mickey in this fic, he and Ian grow up in an environment that could not be more removed from South Side Chicago and yet his personality is still so recognizably and distinctly Mickey.

The story goes very dark at times, and the fic itself could be considered lengthy, but I assure you the author has made sure to not make you feel it. Those 200k words flowed so well the story did not feel long at all.

HELP ME (TEAR DOWN MY REASON) – wehangout - 34k words

Mickey is a detective and Ian becomes a suspect in an investigation except Mickey already knows him because he's his favorite dancer.

This fic falls under the umbrella of fics where “Mickey is so in love with Ian he does something unbelievably crazy”.

Oooh boy, this fic, it's written in second person (yes you've read that right), tbh out of all fics I've read from this author I think this one was the easiest to adjust mentally to the change in perspective.

I loved Mickey’s “love” in this, just… This raw connection to Ian, the perfect cocktail of feelings, I could read that all day long.

IN ANOTHER WORLD – Roryonic - 249k words

Mickey does not get sent to prison at the end of S5, what happens after and how his presence influences future events (mostly Ian, but also every other Gallagher as well as his own family).

As far as I'm concerned this fic is the closest to a perfect S6 and beyond fix-it. The dialogue writing in this story is so close to canon Shameless that I could picture entire scenes in my head with the actors playing the characters, with their body and personality quirks.

Sometimes I find myself describing this fic like it's the actual show's deleted scenes, “Look, Mickey has his own storyline! And Mandy is here! And the existence of Yevgeni does not become a plot hole!”

There are some Mickey lines in this fic that to me are as canon as if they'd been in the show. Absolutely iconic writing.

I love this author so here's a rec of some of their other longfics, however I highly suggest a lot of their other much shorter stuff as well:

BATTLESHIPS AND LOVE BOATS: Ian and Mickey start their “no strings attached” kind of sex relationship a little later than canon but their attraction and love is just as strong. This is a sort of High School AU that turns into a Prison AU that turns into something else and every shift is just as lovely as the next.

YOU SMELL LIKE LOVE: Ian and Mickey are childhood friends, to the point that the rest of the Gallaghers might as well consider Mickey a seventh brother, mmmh, I sure wonder how things will start to change. Look, I never thought I'd love a childhood friends AU for Gallavich yet here I am, if it's good it's good.

ME AND THE DEVIL: Mickey unconsciously calls for a vengeance demon and Ian Gallagher shows up at his door, because Mickey is a stubborn dumbass they fall in love instead. This story has a lot of twists and turns and the premise is only the very beginning of the story. I LOVED it!

THE INCREASINGLY POOR DECISIONS OF IAN GALLAGHER – Shamelessquestions - 309k words

Ian is a dancer in a club, he accidentally gets involved in the affair of a dangerous mafia don, but the true danger is the attraction he and the mafioso’s right hand Mickey feel for each other as soon as they meet.

What. A. Classic. Truly, an unforgettable story, and I don't mean this in hyperbole, I read this story around… 2016/2017 during my second round in the Shameless fandom, then I read countless other fics in a lot of other fandom and yet this story was the only one that my mind retained from back then, to the point that I could still remember some of the finer details as well as the final plot twists when I came back to reread it.

The plot is constructed beautifully and the original characters (part of the Shamelessquestions fanfiction universe, as they come back time and time again in every one of their AU to fulfill their role in the story) are just as vibrant.

What a story, truly.

Favorite original character in this AU: Sal, his downfall is so satisfying and yet so pitiful to read.

TEENAGERS SCARE THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME – Mellow_Yellow - 221k words

Ian finds something scary and calls Mickey for help, even though they had only reconnected that very day after two years of not seeing each other. Together, they get sucked into a situation they weren't at all prepared for. Can they even admit that they're in over their head?

The very beginning of this fic is SO cinematic it grabbed my interest from the very first scene and didn't let go until the end, DO NOT search for spoilers.

The only warning I'll give is that it does deal with a bit of gore and what I'm personally gonna define as slight psychological horror. That's it. Enjoy!

BROKE STRAIGHT BOYS – dancermk - 66k words

Mickey becomes a porn actor for a site where he has to pretend he's straight and not enjoying the copious amount of gay sex he's having on camera, enter Ian, another actor under the same agency and their off the chart physical chemistry.

This story has, needless to say, some really, really good smut. I especially loved their first time together, but every sex scene in this story is seared in my mind.

ETHERIZED AGAINST THE SKY – Snarfle - 213k words

So, I debated whether I should add this fic or not, but I think if there is one fic that will stay in my mind long after this Shameless binge of the past couple of months it's this one, and it should absolutely become one of those fic that everyone in the fandom should read.

After Mickey gets shot by Kash his life takes a completely different direction and he ends up in a group home where, through many difficult times, he turns his life around.

So many iconic moments in this fic, some funny as fuck, some sad, some so absurd that I'm surprised they weren't lifted straight from Shameless, one so gruesome in the very first chapter that I was surprised to have such a visceral feeling from just words on a screen. Yeah, this story will stay with me for a long time.

OLD RULES FOR NEW SIDE PIECES – Shamelessquestions - 217k words

Ian is a Fed and he spots Mickey looking suspicious in an art museum, the mutual attraction is overwhelming, Mickey is not what he seems and Ian is already with someone else, but that's not gonna stop him from pursuing what he and Mickey have.

Putting it as bluntly as I can, this fic made me face the realization that I love cheating fics (if the cheating happens to someone else to bring together the endgame couple). I have already reread this fic twice and I could probably go for another one and not get tired of it, it's that good, and out of all this author's fics it's probably my favorite.

Favorite original characters in this AU: It's a three way tie between Dre, Ivan and Carrie, they're all very captivating in this story.

Other fic from this author I'd recommend cause I really love their style:

LOST IN TRANSLATION: Ian meets a very attractive man while he's in Ukraine who doesn't speak English, a mere language barrier won't stop him from flirting for hours. (adorable)

YOU MAKE ME FEEL HUMAN – Dragona - 66k words

Ian is an assassin, he meets Mickey and thus begins a very sick love story.

To say I'm obsessed with this fic is an understatement, I suggest to everyone to just go read the original author’s own description of the fic, it sets the tone of the story magnificently.

This is an Ian Gallagher that almost resembles Jerome (also played by Cameron in Gotham) but like… a slightly more subdued and saner S1/S2 version of him. I love the layers that get peeled right in front of my eyes, the madness that creeps in a bit more every chapter. I LOVE this story.

DRIED INK - 87k words

This fic combines my two favorite Gallavich-specific tropes, one being ‘Mickey comes back from prison after s6, Ian is with someone else’ and ‘Ian cheats on that someone else for Mickey’

I love the Gallaghers in this and how unsurprised they are at Ian going back to Mickey right away. It's a little jewel of a fic.

Mickey tries SO hard to stop himself and Ian in this but their love is too magnetic, they're irresistible to each other.

THE QUESTION OF NORMAL – blue_newman - 92k words

Ian is a prison counselor, Mickey is in prison, they fall in love and it's beautiful and Ian is incredibly devoted to Mickey in this fic and I fell in love with them both in this.

KINDA RAW – catgrassplantdad - 6k

Quite simply this is my favorite short pwp fic.

Illustrating those “five times” in one night that Mickey references in 11x01.

This fic is so hot, I love it <3

QUATERVOIS – DodgerBear - 51k words

Soldier Mickey gets stationed in the middle of nowhere and meets a farmer called Ian who makes him question everything.

Falling under the same umbrella of “Mickey does something crazy for Ian” fics and this is why it stuck in my mind even if it's been a while since I've read it.

I LOVE this story, their dialogues and everything that happens in it. The setting is lovely and you will fall in love with the description of Ian’s farm.

Other fic by the same author that I also loved:

BURDEN OF PROOF: Cop Mickey gets caught in a legal battle between the two oldest Gallagher brothers, something doesn't feel right though…

THE WORDS HE DOESN'T SAY: Mickey is released before Ian in s10 and has to meet a court-mandated therapist. The story is from the therapist POV and goes AU from the beginning of s10 in that Mickey gets involved back into Yev and Svetlana’s life, the dialogue is, quite obviously, the main attraction of the story and it's really well done. (Also, written in first person).

THE MENAGERIE – CrossMyDNA - 147k words

Ian decides to re-explore his bdsm preferences at The Menagerie where he meets sub extraordinaire Mickey on his very first visit.

Shameless is undoubtedly the fandom that opened my eyes to what bdsm could be back in… approx 2016? When that other popular bdsm fic was still around *ahem*.

So it definitely feels like a sign that coming back into the fandom this fic now exists and is SO GOOD.

Obviously it's very explicit, the smut in this fic is one of the best I've ever read.

The chemistry between Ian and Mickey sizzles off the screen and can absolutely be felt even in moments not of the nsfw variety, absolutely recommended!

MICKEY MILKOVICH’S GUIDE TO FLIRTING – whatwouldmickeydo - 40k words

An s2 “missing moments” between Gallavich, completely canon compliant, all under the pretense that Mickey is following a step by step guide to flirting.

I wish this fic was describing canon moments, not kidding a single bit, I wish I could somehow magically manifest these scenes into existence they're that good and fit that well into canon.

M8TE – gallawitch - 53k words

Omegaverse fic where Ian and Mickey both start using an app and end up matching with each other, even though a connection is made almost instinctively, coming to terms with it with a sound mind will take a bit longer…

Hey,had to have at least one of these on here lol

I love omegaverse and this was everything I wanted from it, couldn't have asked for anything better really <3.

SHACKLED – MyRelapse - 19k words

Ian has a change of heart and he decides that Mickey IS the one he wants, even if he's still in prison, so he keeps in contact and goes through every hoop imaginable to have him back as soon as possible.

Reading this made me so happy like I could burst, love it.

WAITING ON MY OWN TOO LONG – Ride4812 - 266k words

This rec more than any other on this list is what I'm gonna consider self indulgent because it covers the trope I always craved to read in such a satisfying way: Canon AU where Mickey comes back from prison after 8 years, Ian has found someone else but the moment the two meet again they fall back into each other right away.

The series is made up of 4 smaller fics:

One more night

Something more this time

No more lonely nights

Ain't this life so sweet

(I will point out here and nowhere else that the last installment of this series has some segment that probably needed to be re-read a couple more times, but by that point I was too invested, and the quality fluctuates a lot only in certain parts)

The writing style is very direct and to the point, which I love, the smut is very present and written beautifully and most importantly never boring.

Ian is a MESS in this fic and had me Stressed™, mostly cause for some reason I can't handle too much casual depiction of drug abuse and addiction (I know, ironic considering the fandom).

Conflicts and resolutions are never clean cut, they don't necessarily resolve quickly or definitely or the way you probably imagine they should and I find this level of realism very satisfying.

Taking a bit of space here at the end to also rec a couple other Ride4812 fics that I also loved:

COUP DE FOUDRE - A model/photographer AU where Ian and Mickey fall in love the instant they meet and do some crazy things because of that.

HOPE HE MIGHT - A lawyer AU where Ian and Mickey are on opposing sides for the same client, an interesting murder mystery steeped in a religious cult.

Generally I feel like this author is really good at depicting just how unapproachable Mickey can be to anyone that isn't called Ian Gallagher and I eat it up every time.

WHAT THE NIGHT DOES TO THE DAY – andchaos - 9k words

A Gallavich childhood friends AU with a quite original arrangement for the story and the various segments of their lives. Very satisfying read.

RANSOM – BeckyHarvey29 - 112k words

Terry sends his sons to kidnap a Gallagher child to force Frank into paying back the money he owes, unfortunately for him Mickey and his brothers kidnap Ian, and a whole other kind of story unfolds.

Mickey and Ian falling in love in this fic is such a good read. I don't wanna spoil anything of how that or the kidnapping plot goes, since the two are so intertwined. Just know that it will be worth it.

UNDER LOCK AND KEY – Suzy_Queue - 106k words

Ian is assigned the night shift at his new job where he provides spare keys to his fellow college students stuck outside their dorm rooms. To make matters worse his shift coworker is the oh so infamous Mickey Milkovich.

I am magnetized by the way this author writes their pining for each other, their attraction and obsession, how it blooms and unfolds. This fic in particular had me develop a very bad case of tunnel vision, couldn't really turn away until I finished reading it all.

I still haven't read everything this author has to offer, but so far I also loved:

INHUMAN: A mysterious force starts attacking people close to Mickey and it all seems to lead to a mysterious redhead Mickey is oh so coincidentally obsessed with. Very cool paranormal story.

THESE FOOLISH GAMES: Mickey takes over as the boss of the local branch of a trampoline park, where Ian is one of the employees, they annoy each other to no end but what they don't know is that they're secretly texting each other.

IS THERE SOMEWHERE – andchaos - 48k words

Mickey is born with no words on his skin, convinced he's going to live a life of misery cause no one will ever say the words he's destined to hear, he's not a very happy guy. Here comes mute boy Ian who crashes into his life and won't let go.

A classic Soulmate AU, I love that like in a lot of other Gallavich fics their physical connection and compatibility usually comes before their emotional one, it is one aspect that I feel distinguishes their relationship to many other fandom’s ships.

LAST NIGHT AT THE VERONA GRAND HOTEL – the_rat_wins - 27k words

Mickey starts working at an ancient hotel who's supposedly haunted. Mickey doesn't believe in ghost stories, he is much more interested in this one guest he meets at night during his shift.

What a cinematic experience this fic is! Absolutely recommended, the length of it makes it so you can read it in the same time it would take to watch the same story in movie format.

Other fics by the same authors that have impressed me:

FADE THIS ONE TO BLACK: Ian dies of overdose in a pile of snow outside the club, when Mickey finds him there he vows to do anything to get him back.

I don't know why but this fic in particular gives off the vibes of being a pilot for a ya urban fantasy TV series, except we gotta imagine everything that comes after the first episode lol

NO LIE: Ian and Mickey are Soulmates and as such they can't lie to each other. This series is short and sweet and full of feelings, perfect

PARAGRAPHS – pink_ink - 100k words

Ian becomes a reading tutor for ex-convicts, Mickey is among them and Ian starts paying him more and more attention.

This is a story where they meet under very different circumstances and where they've lived slightly different lives compared to canon and yet they're still able to find each other in the end.

Also, sign me up for every fic where Ian has to work just as hard to help Mickey and care for him as the opposite, where Ian's brand of stubbornness is the only way to get through to Mickey.

I'm also adding a couple of ongoing fics, just two to not overwhelm too much.

NONE THE WISER – Loftec - ~218k words

Ian starts visiting Mickey’s diner, it takes a while and yet no time at all to warm up to each other.

I'm captivated by the author's writing style. I love Ian's and Mickey’s relationship. I love how they sort of take their time and yet pine helplessly for each other.

I'm obsessed with the fact that the whole point of the fic doesn't appear until two thirds of the way in cause the diner scenes were just too good to pass up on lol (and I 100% agree with them).

INTRO TO QUANTUM DATING – spoonfulstar - ~563k words

Canon Mickey and Ian meet in University. A college slice of life but drenched in the casual (and not so casual) darkness of canon shameless.

The dark humor in this is fenomenal and left me gasping laughing so many times.

Unexpectedly Ian in this fic is pursuing a linguistics oriented degree, which was what I studied when I tried university, the topics are explained in such an accurate way I have to assume the author studied them themselves and that this story is somewhat a reimagining of their own college experience because if not this would be an absurd amount of accurate research to make.

Reading this fic feels like living through the American college experience from the comfort of my home lol.

As I said before, this author's way of writing does not weight you down even with its length, the story flows perfectly from one scene to the next and before you realize it you've reached the end and you have to accept that 500k words weren't even enough.

Let's end this list with some quick recommendations

WHILE WE'RE MAKING OTHER (PEOPLE'S) PLANS - kyasticlikestea

Mickey is volunteered to organize someone's else's wedding after he managed to salvage his own so well, he'll do it, but his own Southside way.

THIS IS THE ROAD TO RUIN - bricoleur10

Ian and Mickey never go to rob Ned, the story unfolds differently from there. A fix-it with a lot of Gallavich longing , very good smut and some really good dialogue.

HEY, HONEY MINE (I WAS THERE ALL THE TIME) - serveteas

Mickey talks about his crush with Iggy and accidentally pronoun-slips. Short, to the point, funny af and I just really love it. Takes place after their fight at Kash’n Grab in s2.

AGAINST GLASS - AllThatMatters

Ian gets traded from one club to another as a dancer (and more) and ends up in the Milkovich family's club. This is a Mafia!Mickey story with some pretty tight sub-plots, I love his brothers in this.

ONE OF A KIND - fckyeahgallavich

Mickey breaks his finger and it has to be set in the hospital, chaos - of the homophobic kind - ensues. Protective!Ian, I wanna hug Mickey in this.

IAN THE FRIENDLY GHOST - Ravenheart

Ian is haunting an apartment and Mickey starts living in it, Ian is maybe starting to have a crush on him. This isn't angsty!

BLOOD IN, BLEED OUT - brewrosemilk, Whatsastory

Historical AU. Perfectly innocent bystander Ian Gallagher is thrown into the affairs of the Ukrainian Mafia back in 1954, his relationship with Mickey will span decades and he won't remain innocent for long, the mafia can corrupt anyone.

TEENAGE RUNAWAY - sadwhales

Ian comes to live and finish high school with his half siblings on the South Side, he's immediately captivated by a boy sitting under the bleachers, maybe his North Side naivety will catch his attention too.

GARDEN SONG - melwrtiesthings

A glimpse into their lives in their West Side apartment, a lot of initial angst due to a manic episode and then a lot of recovery and healing and learning more about themselves.

#gallavich #shameless #Gallavich fic rec #fic rec #ao3 #fic rec taken wayyy too seriously #jesus what is wrong with me #f*ck it I'll just tag this now and deal with the links later #if anyone wants to contribute to the list through tags or comments you are WELCOME ❤️#my post

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dawnbreakersgaze · 2 months

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Lost in Your Echos -Prologue teaser

❥ ┊𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; Dawnbreaker!Zayne × Hunter!Reader

❥ ┊𝐀𝐔; This one is gonna get weird folks. Canon Divergent as fuck, but will use a lot of the canon lore.

❥ ┊𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; NSFW, reader is afab using she/her pronouns, reader's skin/hair/body will not be described (this will be Black reader friendly!!) violence, mentions of torture but no descriptions, beloved character deaths (I'm serious I'm gonna kill 'em), slow burn, obsessive behavior, Dawnbreaker is kind of a creep but he's trying he just doesn't know how, trauma, ptsd, nightmares/night terrors, poorly managed grief and depression, sexual situations (more specific tags for that when we get to those chapters later).

❥ ┊𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; In the far future, Dawnbreaker fights a lone man war against an ever growing hoard of human born wanderer abominations, spawned from an unchecked protocore sickness run rampant. 2 weeks after the death of Georgie, Zayne has an all too vivid dream of the Doctor that abruptly brings an end to his dreams of the Doctor and you.

Several months later, Detective Ivan reaches out to him again, informing him that a woman has come forward requesting help with information about the abominations. Knowing he can't help her, he sends Dawnbreaker her info and suggests Zayne meet up with her. What he finds shatters the delicate reality he has built for himself, but for the first time in his bleak life he can feel the warmth of the sun.

❥ ┊𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; Lost in Your Echos

"It's you.” Truly the last place he expected to see the haunted expression of his own warped visage was in his once quiet office at Akso hospital, but Zayne already knew this was no ordinary meeting. The mid-morning sun shone through the open windows, washing everything in a beautiful golden glow, but there was no warmth to be found here.

How long had it been since he'd sat behind this desk? 6, 7, 8 weeks? Even now there was a force in his mind that wanted to drift to the many patients he'd left in the care of Dr. Greyson, and their varied outcomes, but the man that stood before him like a specter was the only thing left to take care of now. He wore his face, but so discordant were the expression and mannerisms that they made every part of his being feel like he was staring down the executioner.

This was his grim reaper.

He'd experienced his presence a hundred times in his dreams, yet nothing in those half lucid moments compared to this.

“You've come for me then, finally.” He watched the unchanging face of his twisted reflection for any sign of recognition or acceptance. Instead, the apparition finally spoke, his expression as frigid as his tone.

“You called me here.” His voice was quieter than the Doctor's, with the slight rasp of disuse, but otherwise, he thinks they sound too similar for his liking. Zayne watches as the figure cut in black shifts, movements awkward like he takes up space in a room he is not part of. He is a person all too real in a dream or simulation, and it reminds Zayne that his own body is slipping from his grasp.

“I didn't call anyone here. I'm not even sure where ‘here’ is. If you're not the grim reaper then who exactly are you, and where are we?” Zayne doesn't miss the slightest crinkle of the other's eyes at the use of his macabre ‘nickname’, but all the same he doesn't object.

With a small effort he stands, the unease in his gut growing and gnawing as he realizes now they are exactly the same height as well. It didn't bother him before how perfectly stacked all the logs were, or how healthy all the plants looked. How all the pillows on the couch were fully fluffed and every photo on his desk was fingerprint free. However, the longer he stood here in the eerie silence with his doppelganger, the more his surroundings began to feel suffocating and uncanny. He knows his heart should be racing with the discomfort he's experiencing yet it felt alarmingly calm. His fingers itched to call the familiar ice for his own protection only to find the terrifyingly numb sensation of nothingness.

He really was dead. But what about-

“I was dreaming.” The other starts softly, temporarily snapping Zayne from his spiral. “I saw… us in an explosion and we called out for help. I …. reached out.” The caution and cadence in his voice made him sound confused, and Zayne follows his flickering gaze downward as they both look to his trembling hands that now tightly grip the photo that sat on his desk of the two of you in your finest evening wear at his last award ceremony dinner. Your smile, so radiant and warm, was forever seared into his memory. This seemed so long ago now. Had the last few months truly aged you both that much?

Wait, when did he even grab this?

No, that didn't matter. He didn't have time to waste now. If he could reach out to him then maybe-

“Can you reach out to her? Is she still alive?” Zayne no longer cared to police his tone or expression, and the reaction of his double was proof enough as he watched his eyes blow wide for just a second. He could feel the frantic tone cracking in his throat like a fading fire but pushed forward despite the strain, slamming his free hand on the desk between them, alarmed by the lack of pain or feedback from it. “Like you are right now with me? She was with me in the-”

“I saw her, yes.” There is a consuming reverence on his tongue when he speaks of you, and if Zayne had any other option, he'd have gladly taken it over him at this moment. The way his eyes soften and soothe at the mere mention of you is enough to trip more than one warning flag, but he lacks the time you desperately need. He knows he's not the first man to die for you, and while he doesn't understand what this body double even is, he's a wise enough man to know his own heart. His own devotion to you, left unchecked, could border on obsession.

He has no choices left. There is no more time, and his only parting gift to you is hopefully giving you the time necessary to make your plan work. So many had put their faith in you, himself included, and he would be a fool to look this 11th hour gift in the eye and deny its aid.

Xavier, Jeremiah, Caleb, Thomas, Yvonne… so many more names of the lost had faded from his memory and the thought made him sick, the ghost of the taste of bile on the back of his tongue. How many had he forgotten already?

“Do it. Please.” Voice raw, he begged. For you, he begged the grim reaper.

#love and deepspace #love & deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #zayne #li shen #love and deep space #lads #l&ds #dawnbreaker zayne #zayne x reader #zayne x you #love and deepspace zayne #strap in folks this one is gonna be a doozy #its gonna hurt like a bitch but im gonna give dawnbreaker the happy ending he deserves #but like maybe at the expense of everyone else oops?#kay writes

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boygiwrites · 9 months

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Harley D. Dixon 1

• Gen Tags. Found family, Daddy issues, Hurt and comfort, Gore.

• Summary. Harley D. Dixon is a tough yet sweet little girl who until the dead started eating the living, thought she had seen it all. Alongside a mismatched group of survivors in rural Georgia, Harley and her Dad are forced to leave their small life behind and learn how to survive all over again through the horrors of the apocalypse.

An amazing edit inspired by this story! (Cred to Cora_Line99) Harley D. Dixon's Pinterest Board! Harley D. Dixon's Playlist!

📖Chapter List.

❤️Cross-Posted from Ao3.

Author's Note. Here we gooo! Argh, I'm so excited.

I've been wanting to write something like this for a long, long time. I've read just about every 'Daryl has a daughter' story out there, and now I've finally got my own to share. I just love Daryl, and Daryl with a kid is a whole other thing. We all know he wouldn't be the perfect parent, so you bet I'm gonna play right into that. He's gonna swear, he's gonna be strict, and he's gonna mess up. As for Harley (Yes, as in the motorcycle brand), I love her too. So ready to write her.

This story will cover the general plot of the show. To keep things fresh, I've made sure that almost every canon scene has undergone at least one small change. Plus, of course, many new scenes. Occasionally, I'll make bigger changes just to keep you on your feet! Nobody's safe! I'm also gonna be expanding on all the characters. And lastly — FOUND FAMILY! Piles and piles and piles of found family, eventually. I live for found family.

Please enjoy reading! :)

My Uncle Merle died today.

I'm sitting in a crinkly green camping chair, watching embers die.

I don't wanna think about my Uncle right now, so I think about something else.

The fire was built last night by Glenn and Morales. Then Lori came along this morning very quietly and made it alive again with logs and wads of notebook paper. Thinking about facts is easy. It's like sucking on a plain candy that tastes like nothing. There's a navy-blue blanket across my lap with three holes in it, perfect for nibbling, poking, and ripping. Dale gave it to me when the cold settled in this afternoon. He told me he reckons it's around June, as he covered my shoulders, which used to be his niece's birthday.

He says she looked a little like me. That means she's dead. So many people are dead, now.

A thin log in the campfire cracks and tumbles over after trying to stay upright all morning. I hope I don't look like that log.

I can hear Officer Rick approaching. My stomach becomes a stone.

I can tell it's Rick because he's got one of them power walks that you can hear coming from a mile away, which I think makes him pretty stupid. He's loud, and loud is dangerous, and dangerous is stupid. My Dad's not like that. Unless he's angry or running, ain't nobody hearing my Dad coming; especially not no squirrels.

He's almost as big as my Grandpappy Dixon, who people used to say was as big as a house, and he wears super heavy boots from a hunting store near our house — but he's still not loud, or dangerous, or stupid. Not like Officer Rick.

"Hey, Harley."

I think I hate Officer Rick. I think I hate everyone.

And I think I might be crying now, too. I focus on twirling the blanket strings around my finger so I have something very simple to think about, which is that it hurts real bad when I twist it tight. I see Rick crouch down in front of me. He takes a while to say anything else, and it's prolly 'cause he's tryna be real careful, so he don't make me cry even more.

If my Dad weren't out hunting, he'd prolly slap Rick and everybody else that's tried badgering me today dead for tryna do his job for him. I feel like, just by sitting here, I'm disobeying him. Rick ain't my Daddy.

"We, uh..." He clears his throat. "Me and Lori, and some other folks are uh... Well, we're all a little worried about you, honey, okay?"

I imagine a small group of folks gathered by the RV right now, watching me and Rick; wondering if he's gonna be the one to get through to me.

I'm worried for when my Daddy comes back. When he finds out about Uncle Merle, he's gonna be fuming. He's gonna be like one of them cartoon characters with the bright red faces and the smoke comin' outta their ears, stomping all around, and he's prolly gonna kill somebody. It's prolly gonna be Rick. He always told me cops are bastard liars, and that they can't help us.

I look up at Rick. Yep, I've been crying.

Rick's all blurry, but I can still make out his ugly Sheriff's badge and his scary blue eyes and his frowning eyebrows that look like clenched fists, and I can tell he's been waiting to be the one to talk to me. I bet he thinks it makes him better than everyone else; better than my Uncle Merle, who he left to die just 'cause he ain't like him. I wanna kick Rick right in the face. I think he knows this, but he doesn't move.

"First off, I wanna say that I'm sorry about what happened to your Uncle Merle." Rick says all nice and gentle.

Nothin' happened to him.

It weren't no freak accident, which is what Uncle Merle used to say happened to my Momma.

Rick killed him.

"I know he meant a lot to you. And I'm sorry. If I had'a known he had a niece to come back to, maybe I woulda been a little wiser with my decision makin'. But Harley," He tilts his head and puts a hand on my knee for this part. "You gotta know, like I know, that your Uncle was a danger to us all."

There's a little angry parasite inside of me. It's been growing and growing ever since the group came back from Atlanta, and I couldn't find my Uncle Merle in the crowd. I've never noticed my Uncle Merle so much than when I realised he wasn't there. It was like there was the wrong amount of space left in the air and Rick was taking up the too much of it. Ever since the cars showed up, everything has been wrong, wrong, wrong.

Ever since Rick showed up.

"If I hadn't stepped in when and how I did," Rick says, "Your Uncle wouldda gotten us all in a lotta trouble."

Another log crumbles in the campfire. My finger aches and pulses around the string.

That hungry little parasite — hungry for Rick to hurt like I'm hurting, needing it more than anything — makes me tell him, "I wish he did." And again, because it feels good. Rick becomes even more blurry, as my voice makes an embarrassing hicking noise. "I wish you died."

I expect to be hit. That's what happens sometimes, when little girls don't know their place.

Tellin' adults I want them dead — That ain't my place. And I know it. I just don't care.

My Uncle Merle wasn't a danger, he was just Uncle Merle; Has been since I could talk. He used to feed me bits of his sandwich out on the deck back at home, like the tomato, 'cause he ain't like the taste. He used to fix my bike when it was broken. He used to make sure I was the first one to open presents at Christmas, and help me wrestle the wrapping when there was too much tape. He used to pull my wobbly baby teeth out for me and let me outside without shoes. He wasn't mean, or bad, or loud, or dangerous, or stupid; at least not always. He wasn't the one that got my Momma killed. He was good. And now he'd dead.

If someone had to die, I wish it had'a been Rick — Stupid, noisy, idiot Rick who ain't shed one single tear after what he done to my Uncle Merle.

I wanna get hit. I want him to hit me so bad that I'm allowed to hit him back.

"Okay." Rick says, and I can't breathe.

I feel like everything goes silent throughout camp, like the chairs and the cars and the people are all holding their breaths like I am. He actually looks a little sad, which feels really, really bad, because I wanna be angry.

"Okay. That's okay."

But as I think about my Uncle Merle, and the tomatoes, and my old bike, and what Christmas used to feel like, and my Daddy, and how he ain't even know about Merle yet, I realise I'm just really, really sad.

I can't even see Rick anymore, my eyes are so watery. My whole body hurts from being sad. I feel like I'm sick and I need to go to the doctor, but I don't even know what for. There aren't even any doctors here. Just two bastard liar cops, some campers, and a space where my Uncle Merle should be.

I think, after a while, Rick leaves.

My Dad still keeps his wallet.

It's in a backpack under his sleeping cot. He says that everything inside that bag will keep us alive some day, if we ever need to leave the quarry camp. He said I need to know exactly where it is so that I can grab it if he can't. He showed me everything the night we got here, because he forced me to, because it's important. The other kids don't learn stuff like this from their parents. It makes me feel smart. I'm in on a secret. He showed me the bug spray, which keeps our skin healthy from bug diseases, and he showed me the flashlight, which has two batteries and a big black button. He showed me the compass, the box of matches, the big knife, the little knife, the rope, and the map. It's like a Jenga tower. If we lose even one thing from the backpack; everything topples, and we die — I die. You gotta listen t'me, chicken. My Daddy's always been like this.

But the wallet made no sense.

We don't gotta pay taxes no more, like Merle said. I don't know what taxes are, except they're bad, and gone, and nobody liked them anyway. And I saw my Dad burn all his money in a campfire one night, so it can't be that.

It's the pictures, Dad told me. He flipped it open like a book, and we looked at 'em together on top of his sleeping bag. I felt like crying for a second because we forgot all my storybooks when we left our house, but Daddy hates it when I cry, so I dried up. Crying is for babies, and I'm a big girl. He showed me a photo of an actual baby, and after he touched the baby's face with his fingertip, he said the baby was me. I didn't think I could look like that. He stopped talking for a while. I listened to the cicadas in the trees to pass the time while he touched the photo. Then it was bedtime.

I'm looking at the photo now, waiting for him to get back.

I was a very pink baby. I was only the size of his forearm, which in the photo, hasn't been tattooed yet. The tattoo of my name is missing, which goes up his wrist in curly letters. Harley Davidson Dixon. It's the name of a motorcycle. The tattoo of the skull and the bleeding angel are missing, too. He's fixing my baby blanket around my chin. I guess he's been doing that since the day I was born. Every night, at least up until last week, my Dad tucks me into bed and sings me the same song. Hush little baby, don't say a word. Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird. I like his voice when he sings to me. Usually, he's yelling, or grumblin', but in those twenty seconds before I have to go to sleep, and nobody else is listening, he's softly whispering the lyrics to me, and touching on my ears and my cheeks. In the photo, he's crying down into his smiling mouth. That's something he doesn't do anymore.

The next photo is of us at the zoo. I know it was taken on one of the weekends I was at my Dad's house, because my Momma's not in this one. Just my Dad and two of his friends, I think, who are throwing rock star hands in the air. I'm wearing a black shirt with a videogame character on it that my Dad likes, and brown pants. I'm sitting on my Dad's hip as we pose in front of three giant elephants. My Dad's got a tiny purple backpack over his shoulder that makes him look sorta funny. It used to be mine. I'm looking at the elephant's long, silly-straw trunk as it tries to sniff us, but my Daddy's lookin' at me. I wish I remembered this day.

The third photo is a school photo with a swirly blue background. I remember this one. My Momma did my hair that day.

I know why he keeps his wallet, now. Just like how we need the bug spray, and the matches, and the rope, and the knives, and the map, and the flashlight to stay alive — I think my Dad needs these photos. They won't keep him warm or stop bugs from chewing on him, but he needs them.

I shove the wallet back where I found it, 'cause I'm not meant to be goin' through my Dad's things.

My Dad comes back while I'm vomiting under a tree.

At first, he doesn't see me. He calls for me to come get my little butt over there, so I can help him and Uncle Merle stew up some rabbits for dinner but when he hears me retch, he comes running over. I hear his crossbow drop and some more people call after him.

One minute, Lori and Amy are holding back my hair and patting my shoulders the best they can, and the next, my Daddy's forcing his way in. I'm rocking and I'm swaying like I'm on a life raft in the ocean, and I can hear Rick's voice and then Shane's and then Dale's. My Dad grabs the back of my neck and squeezes it, the way Lori and Amy would never know how to do, and tells me to lean forward some more. It works. I vomit up a chunky puddle of peaches and jerky into the dirt.

Then, I'm empty, and I'm crying — crying hard — into my Dad's lap.

"Someone wanna tell me what the Hell's goin' on here?" He snarls at whoever's around.

Feels like half the camp is here.

"How 'bout we all just try—" Shane's suggesting, but my Dad cuts him off.

"How 'bout ya'll just spit it out? And where the Hell's my brother?"

That makes me bury deeper into my Dad's legs, moaning and hiccupping. He puts a hand over my head. He's clocked the problem.

"Where the Hell's my damn brother?"

"Look, Daryl," Shane levels, "I'm just gonna come out and say it, alright? There was a problem in Atlanta."

My Dad's panting, now. "What fuckin' 'problem'?"

"Listen—"

"He dead?" Underneath me, my Dad's muscles are lurching and stopping, lurching and stopping, like he wants so much to just jump up and knock Shane to the ground, but he won't bring himself to leave me. The camp has gone completely silent.

Shane stammers. I've never heard Shane stammer. "We're— We're not sure."

The silence just keeps on goin' and goin' and goin', and somehow, it's even scarier than the yelling.

"There's no easy way to say this," Rick says, voice lowered. I wonder what my Dad looks like; if I was right about the cartoon thing.

Dad presses my head further into his stomach. "Who're you?"

"Rick Grimes."

"'Rick Grimes'." He spits, like it's an insult. It is. Bastard cop liar. "You got sum' you wanna tell me?"

"Your brother was a danger to us all." Lies Rick. "So I handcuffed him on a roof; Hooked him to a piece of metal. He's still there."

After he says this, something in the air must have changed; something must have snapped without even makin' a sound, because Lori's whispering to me that I should follow her back to camp, like we're running out of time. She tries to pull me away, but I kick her; kick her hard, in the shin. She tries again. I realise she's trying to separate me from my Dad. Then, I realise he's sorta shaking. Lurching, stopping, lurching stopping. Silence, silence.

"Lemme get this straight." Dad whispers, and it's not the nice kind, like when he sings. "You're tellin' me that you handcuffed my brother to a roof."

Glenn's pulling at me now, too. Nobody else moves a muscle.

"And you left him there?!"

This time, he lurches and he doesn't stop. Glenn catches me as I'm flung from my Daddy's hip, and he passes me off to Lori as Dad goes lunging at Rick. The brown pebbles go flying up into the air. My Dad tackles Rick at the waist, and they crash into the leaves and the twigs, and his fist — The one with my birth date tattooed on each knuckle — goes smack, smack, smack, into Rick's cheek. There's yelling; scrambling. Glenn and Shane pull my Dad off of Rick, and that smacking sound stops. Dad beats Shane offa him and then, —

"Watch the knife!" T-Dog yells. Now there's a swishing sound, and grunting sounds, and I was right — My Daddy's gonna kill Rick.

My Daddy's killed someone before. He did it on accident, 'cause he got so angry that he didn't stop until the guy was dead and gone, which means that it was aggravated manslaughter. It was in the afternoon, just like it is right now, and I was playin' in the front yard in the sprinklers. My Dad and Uncle Merle were in the open garage, smoking and poking at their bikes with tools. Ronnie lived two trailers down. I was small, and easy to pick up, so I don't remember much, but Ronnie snatched me up right there in the yard. My Daddy says he was gon' take me. But he didn't let him. Ronnie got chased into the woods, and for two days, my Daddy and Uncle Merle searched for him. Then they beat him so bad his Momma ain't recognise him when the ambulance people dragged him out in a big black bag, and the cops took my Daddy away while the sun rose. I wasn't allowed to see him for four and a half years.

I need my Dad. Suddenly, I'm shrieking at him to stop, even though I want Rick dead so bad. By now, Shane's got my Dad in a chokehold up against a tree. Are he and Rick allowed to take my Daddy away? Lori and — I think that's Amy — are shushin' me, but I just keep hittin' on them and shouting.

I writhe in the dirt. "Stop! Daddy!"

"Damn pigs!" Dad growls. "You're stressin' out my kid, now! Lemme the Hell go!"

Shane laughs. "Nah, I think it's better if I don't." Then he turns to Lori, because what my Dad said is true. "Get Harley out of here."

I don't let her move me when she tries.

Dad struggles. "Chokehold's illegal, bastard!"

"You can file a complaint later." Shane scoffs. "We got all day here."

Rick steals my Dad's knife off the ground and gets in his face. His cheek is all red and purple. The fight's over. "What I did was not on a whim," He tells my Dad straight. "Your brother does not work and play well with others. I did what had to be done in the moment, to keep us all alive."

He's lyin'. He's lyin' again. My Uncle Merle chopped these people's firewood and brought them meat. He worked well.

My Dad shoots out a foot to try hit Rick in the crotch. He misses. Shane pushes his face harder into the tree.

"It's not Rick's fault." T-Dog holds up his hands, coming close. "It's mine. I had the key. I dropped it."

"You couldn't pick it up?" Dad sasses.

"It fell in a drain." T-Dog serves up this answer like it means anything at all. I hate him.

"If that's 'posed to make me feel better, it don't."

"Well, maybe this will." T-Dog's lookin' at me, now, too. "The door to the roof — I locked it with a padlock so the geeks couldn't get to him. There's a good chance he's still alive."

I heard this all before, when all them people kept coming up to me at the campfire. Lori told me to get some food in my stomach; the peaches and jerky. Shane tried to make me go play with Carl. T-Dog said sorry over and over again. Dale gave me the blanket. Rick made me cry. I know how this goes, though. Gettin' someone killed and killin' them with your actual hands are the same thing. I know that.

"To Hell with all'a ya'll!"

He shakes Shane off and beelines for me. He takes me from Lori with bloodied hands — Rick's blood — and I let him yank me by the back of my shirt to my feet, and I fall into his chest when he crouches. His breath is heavy on my neck. Even his skin is hot.

Lori's pale as an egg. I think she's scared of my Dad.

He takes a big breath, stands up, and drags me by the hand back to our tent without sayin' another word.

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Important! Please read!

I'm tagging the people who are on the Love Bugs taglist, so if you don't feel like reading through all of this that's fine!

Tag(s): @camilaheroine @crazyunsexycool @whateverrrrrrrrs @wifeyofeveryone @louderfortheback @marvelousgoldroses

Hello everyone, first of all I wanna start by saying I'm sorry for having seemingly disappeared for the past week. I know that I was supposed to be uploading two new parts of Love Bugs on Monday and Thursday, and I've missed both days so far without so much as an explanation. The truth is, I've been logging in and out for days trying to come up with a justified excuse for this delay, but I decided today that I will just tell you the truth of what's really happening.

I'm not doing very good at the moment.

I know this seems like a pathetic excuse, but it's the truth. As some of you know, I'm a full time college student and I've been slammed with school work for the past week. I'm tired all the time. Whenever I have even a little bit of free time, I use it to sleep. Life is just so hectic for me right now that writing Love Bugs has been kinda put in the back burner.

But that's not all the reason why I've been MIA.

A few days ago, someone left me an anonymous ask telling me that I've done a terrible job on the last few parts of Love Bugs.

Now, at first, I was gonna be the bigger person and ignore them altogether. But apparently that one little comment did more damage than I ever thought it could. For the past week, every time I went to revise my drafts for Love Bugs, all I could think about was how badly I needed them to be done perfectly to make sure no one else was gonna have this same thought about the upcoming parts. I kept thinking that what I wrote was lacking something. That it wasn't good enough to be published yet. And as a drastic measure, I ended up uploading nothing at all.

I know it seems silly to be this badly affected by one rude comment when I've gotten nothing but love from everyone else. But I guess this is your daily reminder that words do hurt, and even if they are written on the internet, it doesn't make them hurt less because behind all of these makeshift profiles and avatars are real people with real feelings and emotions.

Today, I finally braced myself to make this post. I thought it was unfair for all of you to not be offered at least an explanation about what's happening. If you're wondering when I will finally upload the next chapter of Love Bugs, then I'm sorry to tell you that I don't know yet. I have one completed part, but as I've explained above, I just keep going back to revise it again and again because I'm just not satisfied with it.

So, there you go. The reason behind my absence. I want to remind all of you too while we're here to please, please, please be kind to all of the fic writers and/or other content creators in your fandom. We're all doing all of this free of charge. So please, if you don't like something we make, scroll past it. Don't be mean. We don't owe you anything. Don't ruin something that's supposed to be fun just because you don't find it as enjoyable as others might.

This is all I'm gonna say for now. Hopefully, I will have gotten my shit together by the time next upload schedule rolls around so that you guys could have the next part of Love Bugs on Monday.

Thank you for reading all the way through of this long-ass rant. Have a great day xx

#zaranting #love bugs #daily reminder to be kind and show love to your favorite fandom creators because they're the backbone of our society

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dib-thing-wannabe · 8 months

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The Villain's Untold Moldings Chapter Two

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(One again, as I have mentioned in the last chapter, Robot doesn't have his canon design in this fanfic! He has the (more, but definitely not entirely) human design made by @taxlthomas / @itsalldownhillfromherehoney so check it out before you start reading! Also, all chapters will be in my pinned post, despite it not having any tags involving it! Other than that, enjoy reading!)

Memory log 3,671 - Date: Sept. 27, 2015 - Time: 22:36

Romeo is currently making another attempt as to take over the world, starting with our small town as always. He's yelling down to the Pj masks about his plans. They're a team of three, with a boy dressed as a blue cat being named Catboy, another boy dressed as a green gecko named... well, Gecko, and a girl dressed as a red owl named Owlette. They have always stopped Romeo and the other 'nighttime villains', as they call them, from succeeding in their various evil plans, even though I have noticed that they tend to have communication issues between one another.

"-And then, I'll take over the world!! Mwhahahahaha!" Romeo cackled, fully confident in his plans as always.

"Oh, no you'll not!" Catboy yelled from below at him, pointing towards Romeo. "We're going to stop you before you can even start!"

Romeo steps forward a bit so that they could see him better before speaking. "Well, Idiot-boy, I already started! So looks like you've already failed at stopping me, haha!"

Catboy let's out a cat-like growl as Owlette walks behind him, patting his back softly. "Catboy, don't let his teasing get to you! It'll end up distracting you more than it already will!" She told him, trying to calm his anger down. Gecko quickly backs her up, telling him, "Yeah Catboy! It'll only end up bringing you down in the end if you listen to it!"

Catboy, seemingly having not payed attention to either of their words, cuffed his hands around his mouth and yelled, "WELL, THAT DOESN'T MATTER! YOU'LL LOSE THIS FIGHT IN THE END!"

"Oooooh, and how so? You gonna go back in time?" Romeo shouted back, almost instantly.

As they continued to scream at one another, with Romeo mercilessly teasing Catboy as he hurles unaffecting insults at him, with Owlette and Gecko trying to calm Catboy down to no avail, I chuckled softly to myself as I semi-discreetly set up Romeo's machine for him.

"BLAH BLAH BLAH!!" Romeo yelled, before blowing a loud raspberry at Catboy, causing him to let out a dramatic sounding gasp, despite being 100% seriously offended.

Look at him, trying to take over the world, yet he's still only a baby boy. Sure, he may be 10 years old now, but despite my code updating my information, I still can't see him as anything other then when I first saw him.

"Why, I would never!" Catboy yelled again. "Didn't your parents teach you any manners?!"

I froze as I heard the words parents leave his mouth. My metal heart would have sunk to the bottom of my stomach if I had either of them. I turned to look at Romeo, trying to not show my shock and concern.

He stood still and silent for a moment, shocked by his words as well. ".. I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I said 'didn't your parents teach you any manners'!" Catboy spat out, still noticeablely irritated. "I'm waiting for your answer."

Romeo stared at him for a moment, before speaking again. "Well, no. They died before I even turned a month old, so they never got the chance to." He said this with full seriousness, though I could tell he wasn't upset about Catboy's statement. Infact, I believe I can see him trying his hardest not to crack a smile.

Catboy's expression went from annoyed and angry to shocked and horrified within seconds as he heard Romeo's words exit his mouth.

"Oh- I-I- um- you-" He tried to stammer out.

"CATBOY!!" His teammates cut him off, also horrified about what had just happened.

"HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW-" He whispered yelled at them, causing Romeo to finally release his pent up laughter about the situation, falling backwards onto the pavement of the buildings roof as he begins to lose control of it.

I let out a quiet sigh, happy to see that his parents death didn't affect him nearly as much as I thought it would, or as much as it had affected myself. I walked up to Romeo, rolling on the ground laughing, holding his stomach as he struggles to contain himself.

"You know Master, you shouldn't laugh about your parents death." I told him, crouching down towards his level as he rolls on the floor.

"Y-Yes, but-" His sentence was stopped by more giggling before continuing, "Y-you gotta admit, his instant regret was p-pretty funny!"

"I wouldn't consider it as funny of all things, but if you say so, Master."

Memory log 3,672 - Date: Sept. 28, 2015 - Time: 03:56

After charging myself for a bit after Romeo's failed attempts, I now have to make an attempt at the hardest thing to do in this town as far as I'm aware: getting Romeo to actually go to bed and sleep.

"Robot, I'm not tired! I don't need any sleep yet!" He whined to me as he rubbed his eyes, resting his head on his work desk.

"Yes you are, Master. You have stayed up all night long, it's technically morning now, and you are literally rubbing your eyes as we speak. Now come here so that I can put you to bed." I tell him as I reach down to pick him up.

"Nooo! I don't wanna!" Romeo said, now trying to get away from me, though isn't putting in much effort as to get away.

"Just because you don't want to, doesn't mean you don't have to." I scooped him up in my arms quickly. "Now come on, it's your bedtime."

He lets out a groan as I begin to carry him, though doesn't do much as to prevent this. It's unusual from him, considering that he hates me forcing him to go to bed when he's working on an invention, especially when he had just lost against the Pj Masks.

"Fine.. but on one condition!" He stated.

"What may that condition be?" I asked him, curious about what he could be trying to get me to do for him.

He stayed silent for a moment before speaking up. ".. what were my parents like? You know, before they, like, died. Who exactly were they?"

His questions made me freeze for a moment. He never was the curious type when it came to his parents, so this was something I wasn't expecting.

"... Well, let's see.. who do you want to hear about first? Your mother or your father?" I told him as I continued walking to his bedroom.

"My dad, I'd like to hear about my dad first." Romeo responded, resting his head against my chest.

"Hmmm... He had the same raven colored hair as you, even his hair was styled like yours. He had these bright green eyes, and fair skin, again being passed down to you. Your father was obviously an inventor, just like you. Else I wouldn't have been here to take care of you. He was a caring man, always offering his help to anyone who could possibly have needed it. Though he didn't seem to like interacting with people that much, especially when he wasn't familiar with them. He often liked being in the dark, he said that the bright light hurt his eyes otherwise. You actually share a lot of his physical and personality traits." I spoke to him, until I finally opened the door to his room.

"Really? So I gained all of my dad's traits?" He asked me, with those big blue eyes of his.

"Well.. I wouldn't say all of his traits. You got your white streak and your blue eyes from your mother. In fact, now that I'm thinking about it... your personality, besides being an evil genius, is very similar to hers." I stated, setting him down on his bed. "Take off your lab coat, Master. I know it's not comfortable for you to sleep in."

"Fine, fine. But how is my personality similar to hers?" Romeo asked again, taking off his coat.

"You both can definitely be kind to others, but you tend to choose not to be, as they weren't kind to you or someone you care about in the past. You tend to be jokesters, but in a way where it's mainly yourselves who are laughing. You both also share an intense love for older styled thing. Music, clothing, architecture, all of it." I explained, crouching down closer to Romeo.

"Huh... well, what did she look like?" He said, looking up at me with his big eyes.

"She had this long, curly brown hair along with her white streak that reached below her shoulder blades normally, but it reaches to her lower back when straightened. She passed down her blue eyes to you, as I mentioned before, but her's were much brighter than yours are. She had a slight tan compared to you and your father. She also has freckles all along her body, mainly on her shoulders and face. She also oftentimes wore a shamrock green dress that trailed behind her as she walked." I responded, and in a sense, rambled to Romeo. "She truly was a gorgeous woman when she was alive."

Romeo silently nods his head as he listened. "Okay, I see... one last question though."

"And what may that be, Master?" I looked back down at him, waiting for a response.

"How did they die?"

It was as if time had froze in that very moment. If I had lungs, I would have started holding my breath as the words left his mouth. For a few seconds, all I could do was stare at him. Stare at his curious, yet innocent face, eagerly waiting for a response.

".. They died in an accident. Now, get yourself some rest." I finally said, getting back up onto my feet.

"An accident? What kind of accident?" He spoke to me again.

"That's not something you need to know of, Master. It's past your bedtime anyway." I quickly yet steadily walked towards the door of his room, trying to avoid further questions.

"But, Robot-"

"Goodnight, Master!" I said in as much of a cheerful tone as I could muster, turning off the light to his room and closing his door.

I quietly rushed to the living room, not being able to get over Romeo's question and how I responded to it.

I know it was wrong of me to lie about how they actually died, but it was for a good reason, right? I mean, I don't know.. I don't think he's ready to know just yet...

I sat down on the couch, with my metal joints now shaking. Probably due to a faulty wire, but I can't say that for certain.

Those eyes of his... I can't look at those innocent eyes and tell him about his parents death, and how it almost resulted in his death as well. When I look at him, I strangely just want to give him the entire world, and maybe more, just without having him know of all the horrors within it.

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redhoodie17 · 2 years

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ᴋɪʟʟɪᴀɴ ᴊᴏɴᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (SMUT)

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: you and killian had known each other way before storybrooke was even created, you and killian used to travel the sea once in a blue moon as you'd say. You'd both go on adventures but outside of those adventures you both had two different lives. Your last adventure with the pirate didn't go so well, let's just say it's a 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎-𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 between both of you it was also steamy.

(This is after Emma broke the curse btw)

It was a normal day in Storybrooke, as normal as it could be. You started your day off at granny's to get a coffee 2 milk 3 sugar as you'd always taken it while getting the drink you'd bumped into the pirate himself as you spilt a bit of your drink on him as he yelled.

"BLOODY HELL!" Killian said with a very loud voice as you grabbed the closest napkin while putting your coffee down trying to absorb what had been spilt "oh my goodness I'm so sor- oh it's just you" "just me??? What's that supposed to mean 'love'" you could tell he said Love in a sarcastic way as you giggled .

"nothing TOTALLY nothing Mr.jones" He gave u a confused look as you gave the napkin to him "think you can clean this up now I need to get going"

You said as you grabbed your kinda cold coffee as you headed out crossing the street to your blue small car to grab what you needed to go hunting.

you'd done hunting before storybrooke that was a hobby of yours but now that hobby is to keep everyone's tummies alive and full.

You got in the car and closed the door but as you closed your door the other one opened, as you looked to see who it was, it was Killian again.

"So where were we headed, Love?" As he smirked you rolled your eyes at him "well if you're tagging along I'd like for you to close the damn door" you smirked as he rolled his eyes and he mumbled "I was gonna do that..''

As you started up the engine you both drove off to the woods, as you got there you parked the car near the woods to make sure no one steals anything in it or just the car itself, you didn't trust absolute everyone in storybrooke just yet. You grabbed your bow an arrow and gave killian one too "well if ya taggin along I'd like to see you also doing something"

"awe I can't stand here and look pretty love?" You rolled your eyes as he giggled while you both were walking up a hill in the forest.

"here, this is where we'll set up open area so we'll see if any Critters wander around" you said as you took off your jacket putting it on a log wood as both of you sat down for a minute.

"I'd question if you even had shoulders with you wearing that jacket all the time" you smirked a bit and he looked up "I haven't seen your smirk for awhile" you rolled your eyes "yep last time you're seeing it too."

He giggled a bit, you forgot how nice it was to hear his laughter after thinking about the adventures you were on. It started to make you smile so you turned away and let out an obvious fake cough "uhm..oh you see that deer? Let me see Your hunting skills"

You smirked again without realizing it, he could tell you missed spending time with him and frankly he missed you too even though both of you wouldn't admit it. He grabbed his bow an arrow and tried to shoot with his one hand and hook "don't think I can with my hook-" before he could finish the sentence you came behind him trying to help him

"you can you just need to hold your hand here and your hook.." as you were putting his hook near the string you both looked at each other and he leaned in and you both shared a kiss.

He dropped the bow and pinned you against the tree kissing you oh so gently from your lips down to your neck to your collarbone "Killian.." You said with a soft moan "yes my love?" He whispered into your neck you could also feel a smirk on his face "you're like sand in my hands Y/n.." You then snapped out of it and pushed him aside and grabbed your coat and bow an arrow "where are you going?" He said as you stayed silent still red from what just happened walking to the car "Y/n! Wait!"

"Killian, what did I say about putting this whole thing behind us?" As he stopped in front of the car "you can't just leave what we had in the past love no one can with me" he smirked and giggled while you threw the stuff in the trunk you slammed it grabbed hook and threw him in the car and threw yourself on-top of him kissing him as you were on his lap "god..your so annoying Killian." As he tilted his head back as you kissed his neck roughly "god y/n I missed you I missed this god I really missed this" as he smirked and you smirked holding his head in your hands while you both looked at each other for a minute and started to kiss again. You took off your black tank top as he took of his shirt "fuck" was all you could get out of your mouth when trying to take your pants off "no problem with this love" as he used his hook to rip the pants off of you as he grabbed your waist holding it tightly against his from underneath. As he smirked as you started to kiss his neck again and started to moan his name

From the way you felt from underneath you he really liked it when you moaned his pretty little name. You sat up moving a bit to unbutton his pants to reveal his hard member. He looked embarrassed as he looked back at you "do I really just have to moan your name captain.?" He smirked at you as pressed down on-top of his hard member, you started to rub against it slowly and slowly started to go a bit faster. Just watching him put his head back enjoying how you were pleasing him made you feel Like sand in his hands when in reality he was sand in Your hands. You grabbed on-to his chest digging your nails in-to him tilting your head back enjoying every minute�� of it as he put his hook on the car seat ripping it as he rolled his eyes back moaning your name "y/n… I'm going to-" both of you came as you both tried to catch your breath, he looked at the seat and looked back at you "aye.. the seat… sorry, Love." You rolled your eyes and you were too tired to even react to it to get mad you just laid on-top of him as he held you with his hand rubbing his thumb on your back "y/n… i-" he whispered into your ear "I love you, I always have and always will my dear." as you turned your head while he put your hair behind your ear "I love you too killian." As he kissed your forehead you both fell asleep.

#once upon a time #smut #writting #fanfic #fantasy #killian jones #hook x reader #x y/n #x male reader #x fem reader #non bianry #writing community #killian jones x reader smut #killian jones x y/n #Captain hook x y/n #captain hook #Killian x you #gender neutral fanfic #gender neutral y/n

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violetren · 2 years

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psst hi I am a huge fan of sstl, like it's probably the greatest fiction experience I've ever experienced, but I've never listened to any other works like it! would you recommend other works Ishani's been part of, or do you have any recommendations in general for, I guess, narrative fiction audio?

Oh for sure. Idk what exactly made you pick up ssttl or what about it struck a chord so for now I'm only gonna throw like 3 or 4 things out here based on vibe or plot similarities to ssttl and my personal preferences. If you wanna tell me more about what you're into I can try give you a wider range of recs.

First up, The Strange Case of Starship Iris.

If you picked up ssttl because it's sci-fi with lead characters of colour and queer rep, or because of how its futuristic in a way that feels believably fucked over by capitalism and yet still has a gentleness and hopefulness to it, or because you like character driven narrative then for sure give this a try.

It's also the reason I knew Ishani Kanetkar's name and knowing her name is why I immediately moved ssttl to the top of my "to listen to" list. The shows concept was cool enough to grab my attention but reading Ishani Kanetkar was in the leading role made me give it immediately. I haven't listened to all of the good doctor's work but I have noticed two things: 1, she is a fantastic VA. And 2, projects she's had a significant role in usually have a really cool concept behind them. She either has fantastic tastes, incredible luck, or both. Obviously read descriptions and see if something is to your taste before listening but like, no reason not to look up her other work and use it as a launch pad.

Back the tscosi rec. The story begins by following the harrowing day of biologist Violet Liu as her research vessel falls apart around her after an explosion. Against all odds someone is there to rescue her, captain Kay Grisham picks up her distress call, and the rescue comences. The rest of the season follows the fall out of that tragic explosion and heroic rescue.

The show is ongoing, currently has 2 complete seasons out with a 3rd (and I believe final) season to come.

Rec 2: Girl In Space

A funny and resourceful scientist lady, living alone in space, talking to her recorder logs and her ships glitchy AI (who may or may not have or be developing sentience), and one day being very surprised when suddenly she has a human person to talk to instead. Sound familiar?

The plot is actually very different though. Our girl X lives on a space station that can never return home and her whole existence is as much of a mystery as what exactly her mission is supposed to be. The soundscaping on this show combined with Sarah Rhea Werner's (and the rest of the casts) acting is absolutely amazing.

There is currently 1 season fully released and the second season is apparently due out this year. In reccing this I may have accidentally begun a relisten.

Rec 3: Wolf 359

This one is actually complete if that means anything to you. Figured I'd drop one in since the other two have been ongoing. Its a big one, over 60 episodes plus a ton of bonus episodes.

Wolf 359 follows the crew of the u.s.s haphaestus an isolated little research vessel orbiting a star designated Wolf 359. It starts out goofy and like there isn't gonna be much plot, this is a cunning ruse to lull you into a false sense of security before hurtling you into an emotional roller coaster that will make you fear for, cry for, laugh with, and grow to love the rag tag crew. The characters are very compelling in that they are allowed to be flawed, some to the point that they are unlikeable, but in that good way that means you're connected with the story and wanna see them get their comeuppance, not that they're badly written and make you wanna stop listening kinda way.

Also like half the cast is voiced by the writer Zach Valenti, and even telling you that, if you check the show out there are gonna be episodes where if you hear the credits list and go "wait, he was that many people!?" Amazing VA abilities.

Rec the fourth, The Penumbra Podcast.

TTP has two story lines and you can listen to one without ever touching the other but Imma rec both here because there is a reason this podcast as a whole makes so many rec lists for anyone looking to get into audiodrama series. Both storylines have very different vibes and approaches, but both deal overall subtly deal with what it is like growing as a person, how rewarding it can be, but also acknowledging how fucking hard that can be.

Story line one, the Juno Steel universe, aka the Junoverse. This is a sci-fi story with a film-noir aesthetic. It follows the titular, character private detective Juno Steel a dame with a chip on his shoulder nearly as deep as a skyscraper is tall, and the cases they take in Hyperion City, a mega colony on a futuristic Mars. There is an overarching plot even as we go from case to case until eventually we move beyond that format.

The second story line is Tales from the Second Citadel. Set in a post apocalyptic high fantasy setting, the Second Citadel. This story follows the intersecting tales of several of the kingdoms knights (and a few not knights too). One of the knights will sound very familiar, Sir Damien voiced by Matthew Zahnzinger who also voices Mikail Reza in ssttl. In a truly hilarious turn of events Sir Damien also has a life changing (romantic) encounter with a scale covered non human entity.

Both story lines are highly character driven and contain a lot of heart. They also both feature a cast that is diverse in terms of race, sexuality, and gender.

As I said if you tell me more about what you liked about ssttl or why you chose to listen to it I'd be happy to give some more refined recs. All of these save for the second citadel portion of tpp involve space stuff but if you're open to more supernatural or just more terrestrial sci fi I definitely have more options you could consider.

If you ever wanna shout about ssttl or any of these shows if you end up listening to any well then you know where to find me.

Oh left field bonus rec because I just got a note about a post I made about it, Where the Stars Fell.

Unkillable lady scientist specialising in cryptid studies moves to the strange little town of Jerusalem Oregon. Becomes roommates with a reclusive author. They get along much like oil and water, it is all very gay.

I am typically a little turned off by shows with so many religious references but this one manages to be religious in the way that Good Omens is religious. That is, it's not preaching religion, its just using characters and concepts people may be familiar with from Christianity and using them to tell a funky little supernatural story with naturally high stakes grounded by very human characters. (human in the sense that they are emotional and flawed and brilliant).

It just finished its first season a couple of month ago so everyone is waiting for season 2, myself included.

#chirping wren #podcasts #audio dramas #hope at least one of these becomes a good listening experience for ya anon #cannot reiterate enough that you're welcome to come yell about any or all of them here plus any other cool ones you find yourself #ssttl #tscosi #girl in space #wolf 359 #the penumbra podcast #wtsf

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nakunakunomi · 2 years

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Hi Hazel! I'm not sure when you plan on starting question of the week, but there are few questions I've always been curious about but for some reason never got around to asking. Hope you don't mind me asking them now :3

How did you get into Twst?

Who was your first favourite from Twst?

Who is your current favourite from Twst?

Sorry they're all Twst-related, it's the only fandom that I'm in 😅 I hope you have a great weekend! Remember to drink lots of water <3 - berry anon

Hiya Berry, how was your week? Any weekend plans? :D

Question of the week is still a WIP. I am currently trying to make a visual, but I want some questions prepped and I want a nice tag/title so people that don't want to see it can filter it easily, and that's where I am stuck a little.

I definitely don't mind any questions at any time really. I might get a little wordy again, so let's dive right into it so I can -hopefully- keep this from becoming an entire book again.

I had seen visuals of the game before (being a fan of Yana for Kuroshitsuji) on various social media. A friend had done a lil more research and said it was a game, but as of then, JP only. I think at that time, we both were assuming it was an otome game? When the NA version game out, I didn't know, since I wasn't really following updates anymore + it's not available where I live. Then @silenceofthecookies let me know it was out and she was playing by APK. I did not get it immediately, mostly because I *still* thought it was an otome game, and my interest in those had dwindled a whole lot. Downloaded it 2? weeks after release when I realized it was not an otome and have only missed 2? logins since, although most days I do little more than logging in and one or two rounds of lessons (unless there is an event / new story content). I am a little salty because none of my favorite characters are coming home with pulls ( ╥ω╥ ) Istg, if Fairy Gala Leona won't come home I am quitting the game.

Ehm, when it came to finding favorites, it was a bit of a blurr, having to go solely on *vibes* since I did not interact with the fandom yet. Purely visually speaking I felt mostly drawn to Idia, Leona and Azul right when I started the game? Idia is the one I picked for the first SR, hand in the mirror kinda thing.

When I started interacting with the fandom, and got more sense of the personalities, I liked a lot of characters more, with my current faves being Idia (still), Leona (still), Jamil, Kalim, Rook, Lilia and Jack? But there are no characters I really dislike, I just am more 'meh' about them and won't be pulling for their cards. I am a little salty about Azul cause I don't like his character a lot, but he decided to come home while I was pulling for the scarabia dorm cards. So now I have an SSR Azul dorm, which is arguably a very good and very desired card, but I just want... one of my faves. Just the one QwQ.

If I had known who I was gonna like at the time, I probably would've reset my first 10-pull (with the SSR guarantee) until I got dorm Leona, but at the time, I didn't know who was available, how the story was gonna go and who I was gonna like. So now I have SSR Ace, Azul and last week I finally got my pity pull from the standard showcase, only for it to be Deuce. Like i said, I will drag that dang lion by his tail for the fairy gala, as well as Kalim by his headband and Jamil by his ponytail. (・`ω´・) I am very very determined.

Finally, not that anyone asked for but if I had to choose a top 3 of fave characters, it'd probably be Leona, Jamil, Idia (mostly in that order, but it tends to shift depending on my mood). Irony is that they're all part of the three Disney movies I like most (that are featured in the game so far).

How about you Berry? Who are your faves? And sorry this became super long again haha.

#I will forever be salty about dorm Azul #but I also feel a little bit of guilt #cause I saw on reddit people spending copious amounts of reall ass money on that man #and him still not coming home #I am just spending my carefully gathered free gems #but no one is coming home either #why cant we trade???#twst #berry anon #hazel speaks #get to know hazel

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geekgirlunderachiever · 2 years

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Achievements: 2,5 ish?

So, I'm a chronic underachiever. It's 10:30 p.m., I created this blog several hours ago, half-assed the template and the icon, and then promptly logged out, proving my point.

I start things, then I back out or abandon them when it turns out they're too much work. I do this across the board. At work, in my hobbies, in my relationships. I was supposed to be this genius who would go far in life, but I spent the last ten years in mediocre jobs and now that I finally got the courage to try something more challenging, I'm crippling under the pressure and having a mental breakdown every two days. I've been trying to write a book for the last fifteen years, with no results. Even the one longfic I wrote took me 5 years to complete (and it was only 50k words!). I've been dancing lindy hop for nearly 4 years and I don't have much to show for it. I took up some embroidery, did a couple of projects, and I've been languishing on the next one for two months. Don't even get me started on relationships, I don't even want to go into this right now.

For the past seven or so years I've been on a "healing journey", first alone, then with a therapist, then with productivity youtubers and many a self-help book. I've come a long way from the person I was when I first started, but it's still way, way below the "potential" I was supposed to have as a gifted, straight A student back in the day. I'm getting tired of myself, of the weight of inertia and the inability to DO THINGS, when everyone around me is busy actually doing stuff and achieving things.

I'm also tired of completely unrelatable youtubers and podcasters giving tips on how to start your own business or how to quit your job and backpack through Europe, or liveblogging from Bali or some shit. I mean, sure, I owe them a lot, some of those tips saved my bacon many a time, but I'm completely over this mental abyss between our experiences. Sure, I review my weeks, have a habit tracker and I journal, but I do those things to get through my day in my peripheral town in a peripheral part of my peripheral country. Basically, I do those things so that my life doesn't only involve scrolling through tumblr all day (even though sometimes it really, really does). I don't go to yoga retreats, get coached by Tony Robbins, or quit my extremely lucrative and successful corporate job to pursue a life of passion and discovery, or whatever. (I wish I could, but you know. You gotta eat.) I also haven't overcome any particularly gruesome trauma or hardship, only to flourish into an unbelievably successful individual. My trauma was mediocre, as mediocre as my "healing journey", basically.

This blog is another mediocre attempt at achieving something. For one, it's on tumblr, where no one will find it, because no one is looking for content like this here. Second, it's supposed to be an account of my "healing journey" going forward, but I'm not gonna tag it with anything just yet, nipping the accountability aspect in the bud. Finally, it's supposed to be a vague try at portraying a somewhat realistic perspective on the productivity/healing/psychology part of social media, for other people like me, who don't live in New York or Paris or wherever and don't lead humble-glamorous lives and who don't have the strength or the ability to pursue those big-ass dreams, but still try to chip away at their circumstances bit by excruciating bit, while doing a lot of scrolling through tumblr. Only, you know, I'm too chicken shit to tag it yet, so no one will find it.

It's entirely possibly this will be the only post on this blog, ever.

tl;dr: I'm an underachiever who's trying to do something anyway and document my small achievements in the process.

Achievements of the day: made blog (1), made post (1), thought of two ideas for my job-seeking portfolio, but didn't actually start them (0,5)

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milkybonya · 2 years

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Hi Milky! I hope you're doing well 🥺 Things have been going a lot better for me! I've been able to manage my schoolwork a lot better and I'm really happy about it. I can't say I haven't had other things try to bring me down since we last talked (I had a really bad roommate who just moved out and she tried to ruin our lives in the process 🙃) but despite that, I'm really doing well. But I think maybe it's because for the first time in like 4 years.. I have a crush! Ahhhh it's been so long I forgot what feeling like this felt like LOL it's making me very giddy and happy and Idk I'm just all 🥰 had to gush about it for a second bc I still can't believe it! I went the entirety of college not only without a boyfriend but without even liking anyone idk it's just crazy! Whatever ends up happening I'm just happy :) I think we'd be good friends even if nothing happened so that's fine with me too!

Also as I'm writing this I took stalin out! He says hello 🥰 we are enjoying lying in bed and doing nothing but write to you this morning! I hope school is going well! Do you have finals and then leave immediately afterward or do you still have some time to enjoy Korea after all that is over? I hope you stay a little bit after school ends! I'd want time to be able to completely devote to exploring! I'm such a homebody that I usually don't go out and do much unless I have absolutely nothing to do and that hardly ever happens so I imagine I wouldn't have seen too much of Korea if I had gone 😭 reading your logs has always been so enjoyable. You've done so much!! That's so crazy to me. There's so much you saw and yet I'm sure there is so much you didn't get to see. Do you think you'll go back and visit again after you leave? I'm sure I'd want to relive all the memories! Plus who could say no to a trip to Korea!! Someday I'd love to go myself. Idk how well I'd handle it bc I have pretty bad dietary restrictions and I don't understand the concept of going out and doing things, but I bet it'd be amazing! I'm hoping I snap out of the last thing if I end up abroad studying Russian. I gotta experience it all yanno?

Also yeah yanno it is pretty sad about mashi and yedam 🥲 But honestly I'm really happy for them. A hiatus to do things that will make them happy is so so so good. It was probably hard to make that decision but I'm really glad they did. A hiatus like that is so much better then just up and leaving the group 😭 I hope we get news about chiwoo eventually. I just hope he's okay 🥲 Oh but I saw that you're getting to see treasure again!! Ahh I hope you have fun!! That'll be so awesome 🥰

Well anyways I'm gonna go now hehe still haven't done my duolingo for the morning 😭 stalin and I are sending love! Have fun for the next 2 weeks :) 💙 OH AND ADD ME TO THE TAG LIST FOR YOUR SM AU PLS IT LOOKS SO GOOD AHHH I'M CHANGMIN BIASED AND THE BIOS LOOK SO GOOD OMG I CAN'T WAIT!!! I'M SO GLAD I REMEMBERED TO ASK OML 😭

hello my beloved!! i was definitely stressed about my exams before, all of them are on the same day so i have 4 on the 16th T.T and then some on wednesday, some essays due this weekend,, but going to the festival treasure performed at was suchh a stress relief ! even though it took time away from studying, i really needed it :>

i'm so glad that things are looking up for you! but i'm so sorry to hear about your roommate :( i hope you're all able to find a common ground <3

omgg a crush!!? wAHH i'm rooting and cheering for you, i really hope it goes well <3 i love how positively you're thinking about it ee i'm so happy for you :D

HELLOOO Stalin i hope you and Stalin have the loveliest day/night! <3

i think i have just less than a week after my finals to 'enjoy' my time, but really i have to spend it packing, running some last errands and saying bye to the very few friends i made T.T but honestly it's okay ! i was running out of funds to sustain my time here so it's really time to go back,, and that's alright!! i understand though--i'm also a homebody but i think being with T, who was set on making the most of every second, i think durin gmy 5 months here, i only spend like 5 days (not including quarantine) where i was just at home/stayed in my area.. so i definitely made the most of every second! definitely there are things i missed--i went to gangreung but T and i didn't know how to navigate properly so we didn't get to enjoy our time there T.T so i would really want to go back there! and to incheon!! i'm looking into studying my masters here but the degree/program i want is not really offered here T--T also i'm so ,, touched that you read my logs :") <33 towards the end of my time here i stopped writing detailed logs but i hope i can upload all my photos soon so i can at least have those up :")

omg i think dietary restrictions are a little tough here but i know a lot of exchange students who are vegetarian or vegan and they have found their ways! so i'm sure if you came you could too <3 and you could even ask me and maybe i could recommend some things/help you out~ but yes yes omg i think when you go and study Russian, you'll learn how to enjoy your time!! i also didn't know how to go out and do things, but coming here has taught me how to have a good time, even if i'm on my own! it's about finding the right people and if you can't find them, learning how to go out and have a blast alone <33

i definitely agree! i'm glad Yedam and Mashi were brave and comfy enough to do what is right for them, and teumes will wait for them <3 i'm just a little sad the next comeback will likely be ot10 T-T and also Mashi and Yedam were not at the festival but omg ,, i can't believe i got to see my boys and that close too T-T i left my house at 9am so i could wait early for when they perform at 3:40pm--i got sunburned and it was so hot but it was worth it T--T i was so much closer than i was at the concert and let me tell you they looked angelic ! and they were so happy hearing their fans cheer for them for the first time :")

I hope you did your duolingo~ I'm sendinNG INFINITE LOVE back to you and Stalin hehe and omg thank you for being interested <3_<3 i tagged you!!

#baekhyuns lipchain ;3;#beloved Kelsey <3 #milky's moots #yutopiada talks

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lavendertales · 2 years

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Huge congrats on 3k !!! In my timezone, it's still March 10th for a bit so I hope you're still accepting requests. 🤞🏻

May I ask for Matt Murdock with a jealousy trope (my favorite when they become all protective and possessive 🥵) Maybe Y/N going out with a former client ? (Just a thought)

I was thinking of at least one of these prompts :

2 “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

91 "Don't go on that date." "Why?" "You know why." "Say it."

97 “if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god”

106 “im going to fuck you until you forget that assholes name”

I know I'm greedy 🙈 thank you and congrats again 🥰

thank you, my sweet!! ❤️ how about some:

#2 "Wait a minute. Are you jealous?" +

#97 "If you interrupt me one more time — so help me God"

word count: 537. no usage of gender specific terms.

Matt Murdock was a lot of things: great lawyer, great partner, great friend… and yet something you wouldn’t have thought you’d see from him was jealousy.

Perhaps you were reaching when you thought that, but the more you chuckled at the guy who made your coffee every morning, the more Matt gritted his teeth in anger and curled his fists in a lame attempt to calm himself down.

So morning after morning, he heard you and that guy flirt, exchange smiles and giggles and said nothing. He said nothing and did nothing. He didn’t exactly think it was his place to act on whatever it was that he was feeling, especially since you were Karen’s friend. You weren’t exactly friendly, the two of you. Rather acquainted, but far from friendly.

Perhaps it was his fault for not being blunter. He could’ve told you that he thought the sound of your voice was smoother than honey drizzling on skin, or how he laughed at your dry jokes because they inexplicably made him laugh, or how he always thought about holding your hand and kissing you tenderly.

“Matt? You still with me?”

You snapped him back to reality and he realized he hadn’t been attention for the past few minutes. The two of you walked side by side to the office, coffees in your hands, your shoulder brushing up against his arm.

“What’s wrong?”

Slowly but surely, Matt registered what you had been saying on your walk together and swallowed around the stone in his throat.

“You… seem to really like this guy from the coffee shop,” he remarked in an unusually low voice.

“I wouldn’t say I ‘really like him’… but he’s nice and funny.”

“As funny as a log.”

You stopped, hand on his chest to keep him in place. “What’s the matter with you?”

“Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

Matt huffed as disapprovingly as possible, unclenching his jaw in what was probably the most attractive way you have ever seen anyone use.

“I don’t get jealous. I got nothing to be jealous about, especially that guy. He’s not even worth being jealous over.”

“You said the word ‘jealous’ too many times.”

“Fine! What do you want from me?”

“To tell me what you’re thinking about.”

“Listen, it’s not a big deal, okay? I just don’t think he’s the kind of person you’d be into – “

“How would you know – “

“You deserve an incredible guy – or girl, person, whatever – who makes you feel like you’re the most important person in the world – “

“Matt, what are you – “

“If you interrupt me one more time – so help me God.”

“What? What are you gonna do, Murdock?”

Without thinking about it twice, Matt pressed his lips onto yours, a tender and caring kiss taking shape. His hands were on your waist, pulling you in towards him but not daring move any further.

When you broke the kiss, you looked at him breathless, and you swear he could see all of you, just as you were.

“Okay, fair point,” you told him, to which Matt chuckled.

“I should’ve said something to you earlier, I’m sorry I didn’t.”

“It’s never too late, Matt.”

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n00bpunk · 2 years

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Amateur's Guide to the Hellsite: a Post Written by Someone Who Stayed Up Way Too Damn Late

So, you've decided to make your first Tumblr. Maybe you're sick of TikTok/Twitter's shit. Maybe you just wanna live on the website where all the wacky shit comes from. Maybe you just want to try a longform blog format. That's cool. You're welcome here no matter what your reasons are.

However, it's very important to know that this site is not at all like most social media. There's a reason why this site has such a unique following, after all. If you try to approach it like you would Twitter or TikTok, you are gonna have a hellish time. I'm by no means an expert, and I can't exactly tell you how to become "Tumblr famous". I doubt any of the more influential Tumblr blogs know how they got there either. However, there are a few things you should and shouldn't do for the optimal Tumblr experience.

Reblog shit. I know this is the first point a lot of those "dear Tumblr newbies" type posts address, so I won't linger too long, but I cannot stress how important it is to reblog things. Due to the way Tumblr's algorithm works, you're more than likely gonna be recommended things similar to blogs you follow and tags you post in. Likes don't have much to do with anything, whereas reblogs directly help spread that cool post further and up the chances of it gaining traction. If you want to keep a certain type of content on you main blog and think that whatever you want to reblog won't fit, that's fine! There are always...

Sideblogs. Learn to utilize them. On Tumblr, you get a main blog that all likes, asks, and submissions will be tied to. However, you also get a massive number of sideblogs to work with. I'm not sure if there is a limit to the amount you can create. I have nine right now, and Tumblr has yet to tell me to stop. This blog is one of them. Sideblogs can also be password protected and set up to have multiple admins. If you're shy about reblogging to your main, set up a sideblog with zero ties to your main and dump everything there. Hell, that'll probably be very beneficial to you anyways because...

Tumblr is jank as hell. I adore this mess of a website, don't get me wrong, but it is a floundering pile of code with a lot of weird quirks and differences between mobile and desktop. For instance, you cannot enable asks on mobile. It is impossible. You have to log into Tumblr via a web browser just to turn on asks. The search function is better than it was, but still bad. You could remember a post by heart and Tumblr's search still may not be able to find it. There are a ton of visual glitches that we've just learned to work with. Posts that seem to have no notes but are Tumblr Famous. Asks disappearing into the abyss. It's a thorough wreck, and expecting it to be super streamlined like most modern social media won't get you far.

Don't look like a bot. Tumblr had, and honestly continues to have, issues with bot accounts that post explicit content and scam content. These blogs tend to have a distinct appearance and behavior, and accidentally falling into the patterns they use could get you blocked and reported without explanation. A few things that could get you pegged as a bot are: having your actual face as your pfp, making a lot of posts that link off-site, liking posts but never reblogging them, having your name as your username, and having a default blog theme with no additional color tweaks. A few of these behaviors on their own might be fine, but too many in conjunction will get you mistaken for a bot.

If you're going to bring discourse to this website, honestly just assume we either 1. Have already discussed it extensively five years ago or 2. Think it's the stupidest thing to argue over and will laugh at you. Because honestly, those are the two types of discourse I tend to see off-site. Besides, I don't think you really want to get into discourse on a site where people can and will write entire books to rebuke you.

There is no algorithm on your side here. Like I said, Tumblr's algorithm isn't as precise as TikTok's by any stretch. This site isn't tracking how many seconds you spend looking at each post, if you left a reply on it, if you wound up sending an ask to the blog, nope. You can use tags, sure, but that just means your posts will reach the people who browse or follow those tags. I don't think anyone on here really knows how to get Tumblr famous. And honestly, that's fine, because...

Tumblr is not a numbers game. If you don't announce it, no one will be able to see your follower count. Sure there are the notes, but sometimes posts will reach a high number of reblogs only because of someone else's contributions. Tumblr is less about amassing an army of faceless followers and more about building small communities centered around a few blogs. Each community has its own kind of subculture too. Just look at the difference between webcore aesthetic blogs and roleplay blogs. Self-ship blogs and animal husbandry blogs. If you join a community and interact with the other blogs in it for the sake of building connections and contributing to the community at large rather than just gaining attention, you will have way more fun here. Trust me.

That's all I can think of right now. If anyone else has anything, write it down. I'm going back to work.

#it talks #new to tumblr #also people will talk in the tags a lot #it's just the culture at this point #roll with it

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lostcybertronian · 2 years

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For the Prompts, how about "I Can't Control It"? Um, I'm not sure on the who for the Egos so, Imma gonna let you decide! HAPPY WRITING!

The one time Mark managed to bust through Celine's defenses. I imagine it took a lot of energy out of her.

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No amount of logs fed into the hearth could produce a fire that could heat the tiny cabin room; so Damien huddled under the threadbare blanket, holding his gloved hands as close to the flame as he could stand, willing feeling back into his numb fingers.

Outside, the wind howled, rattling the windowpanes. Heavy gusts of snow painted the landscape white, obscuring any view through the fogged glass. Damien worried for Celine, out there in the storm with only a rifle to protect herself. He worried that the winter would never end, and that they would never leave this cabin. Had it always been this way?

He couldn’t remember.

At some point he crawled into the creaking wooden cot they called a bed. At another point– much, much later– he must have fallen asleep. Because he woke up not to the roaring wind outside, but to the soft drip-drip-dripping of water to the floor.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Damien groaned. Pried his groggy eyes open. Turned onto his back to stare at the ceiling; he’d just repaired the roof a couple days ago, and it was leaking again?

But the more he lay there, breathing in, breathing out, his breath fogging up the now-dim air, the more it didn’t sound like the dripping of water. Not at all.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Fingernails against wood.

“Celine?” Had she come back? Damien sat up.

It was not Celine sitting at the table, but a figure Damien could not identify immediately. It hurt to look at him directly, leaving him with just the fringe details; a crimson coattail, shiny, slicked-back hair free of flecks of snow, the shiny end of a cane jutting into the old wood.

“Not Celine.” The figure drawled slowly, a thin grin snaking across his face. “Come, old friend, you don’t recognize me? You’d think with all the effort it took me to get here I’d receive a warmer welcome.”

Wait. Damien got up, stumbled, sat back down, clutching his head as half-formed memories flooded his brain. “You’re-” he stammered, “you’re supposed to be dead.”

Mark’s grin turned bitter, more like a grimace. Tap-tap-tap went his fingers to the table. “Funny how that works out, isn’t it?”

A million questions bubbled to the surface, overcoming, overwhelming. Damien opened his mouth to voice one– any one– but Mark waved a hand. “I don’t have time for your questions. It won’t be long until she realizes that I’m here.”

“Here.” The same fucking cabin they’d been in for how long? The same trees, cut down day after day, yet the firewood pile never seemed to grow bigger. Damien’s head ached. “Where is here?”

Mark’s eyebrows rose, and there was that smile again, Cheshire-wide. “You mean she hasn’t told you?”

Their gazes met. For the first time Damien noticed the sickly-sweet scent of decay hanging in the air, overwhelming the acrid stench of old ash.

Go on. Ask. Mark’s eyes bored into him, oily black irises swallowing his pupils. He’d never seen eyes that dark. Had never known eyes like that would belong to his friend.

He opened his mouth.

The ground began to shake. Red light seeped under the door and lit up the snowstorm outside.

Mark flung one hand out and an invisible force threw Damien to the floor. He stood, gripping his cane in one hand as he turned on one polished shoe to face the door right as it burst open, spilling snow and wind and red sparks into the cabin.

“You!” An axe flew through the air, missing Mark by a hair’s breadth. It clattered to the floor, clunking to the wall by the bed, mere feet from Damien. Celine charged in moments later, her rifle clutched in her hands, her face tight with fury.

“Me?” A sinister smile seemed to split Mark’s face in half, opening to a black maw of perfect teeth. Rows and rows of them. The cane snapped out and Celine stopped dead, her eyes widening as she suddenly found herself immobile and suspended. “I’d wondered when I’d see you again, dearest Celine.”

“Celine?” Damien watched as she struggled, caught in Mark’s grip, her rifle pinned to her chest.

“Damien!” Her cry was strangled. Anger and fear contorted her gaunt face.

Damien struggled to his feet, breaths coming in heavy pants, fogging the frigid air in front of him. “Mark! What are you doing?”

“If you trust me you need to run, Damien,” Mark grunted. Red began to spiderweb Celine’s invisible bonds, casting her face into sharp shadow. “I can’t control her for long.”

“What do you mean?” What was going on? Damien’s eyes darted from Mark to Celine, his friend to his sister. Mark’s entire focus was on keeping Celine contained. But Celine’s gaze was on him, even as she forced her way free of Mark’s power.

Mark risked a glance back at him. His eyes were hard. Something about his snarl sent chills down Damien’s spine. “Run, you naive fool! She’s a liar and a witch. She’s deceiving you! I can get you out of this forest! Back to your old life as mayor!”

“No!” Damien dove for the axe, snatching it up as there was an explosion of crimson. Celine raised her rifle.

Bam! The bullet plunged into Mark’s chest at the same time Damien’s axe buried itself into his back. The actor lurched forward, clutching at wounds that spilled black, black that soon became a fog and evaporated into the wind. He laughed. Tipped back his head and howled.

Then, he disintegrated.

Damien sank to his knees, feeling as if everything he’d known had been stripped from him. He looked up at Celine, hovering in the doorway. Wind whipped at her hair. She held her rifle tight to her chest, her face was grim. And tired.

“Now I’m going to need to hunt the bastard down again.” She said, half-mumbling, half to herself.

“What- you can’t go out now! You need to explain to me what the hell just happened!” Damien gestured to her, to the axe, abandoned on the floor, to the open door and the roaring snowstorm. The strength of his fury surprised even him. “I need answers, Celine!”

She glanced at him, as if remembering he was there. Then, she crossed the room. Helped him to his feet. “Answers will come later,” she said. “But for now, you need to rest.”

“How can I possibly-” she touched his forehead. That was it; a mere brush of her fingertips. Their surroundings flickered, and-

He couldn’t remember.

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quirkyhero · 3 years

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My OchaCow headcanons

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BACKSTORY AND BACKGROUND:

Cow Ochaku: is a wild thang who is a strong heifer as well as adventurous. She was born and raised in an abusive habitat only ment to breed strong bulls for fighting rings. She's been through some shit, and learned to not take some shit because of it.

Cow Ochaku: this gal was raised and taught that she would breed with bulls when she was old enough to mate, she would be forced to submit to bulls for as long as she could and as long as they would need. She remembered being forced to "watch and learn" of what would be happening when she be came old enough to do the same thing. And them, doing things to her in order for her to get the "hands on process".

Cow Ochaku: by the age of 15 she had thankfully managed to escape thanks to her parents and the instructions they left her. Though sadly she was too weak and had no time to save any others. On her own she ran as far as she could, hiding in the city in always with a black hoodie and sweat pants she stolen from a box.

Cow Ochaku: thankfully enough she was found by a kind human who was kind enough to offer her home and shelter. Seeing as she was starving and cold and fucking exhausted, she took the humans offer, still suspicious of this person not sure weather to trust them or not.

Cow Ochaku: this was of course six years ago, and she had come to love her home with trees and forest surrounding the place. There was two male hybrids that lived beside her, their names are Monama, who's a bull and Kouda who'san ox. Monama, while a bit rude at first and Kouda who was pretty shy and skittish around her. Came to be protective of her over the years, now their all pretty close and good friends.

Cow Ochaku: after a long time of healing and bonding, she came to open up with her human farmers and two male friends. She even worked out and lifted logs and other such heavy things, which in turn gained her muscle. She also became quite the fan of martial arts due to the movies they'd watch together, learning new techniques along with the old farmer and their grandkid that was the same age as she.

Cow Ochaku: she had also come in contact with the internet. . .you can see where this is going. As she grew into a strong young lady, she came to also be comfortable with sex. . . That is to say with bottom boys. She absolutely loved her Monama and Kouda who she helped out with their ruts and explored new things (kinks) and the such together.

Cow Ochaku: threw a family doctor, who is a friend of the farmer had come to the conclusion that she may be infertile, and there was only a low chance of her having her own calf. This to her and the others was heartbreaking news, but nonetheless she still clung to hope that she would have her own calf one day. She was just relieved that the others didn't think less of her like the heifers back at the bad place would have done.

HOW SHE IS WHEN SHE GETS TO THE NEW FARM + WITH THE BULLS , HEIFERS , STAFF AND EVEN CALFS!?:

Cow Ochaku: was excited yet nervous to go on a trip to the new farm she, the bull and ox will be staying at for a year for her farmer friend that's going to be there for a study work trip.

Cow Ochaku: on one hand, she could finally make that bull harem she wanted. But on the other hand there would be thousands of new faces and in an environment thats a little similar to the bad place. In a sense that's there's quite alot of her kind there. But with the reasurement of the old farmer, the two boys and her calmed a bit.

Cow Ochaku: once on the farm and out of the moving vehicle. Ocha(Ochako), Mono(Monama) and Ko(Kouda) all went to explore once everything was signed in and registered. Only for Mono and Ocha to get whistled at and cat called by the bulls. Mono wasn't exactly the standard looking bull with him being smaller and more feminine looking with smaller horns, he was mistaken for a heifer quite alot. So them both being cat called was not a surprise.

Cow Ochaku: Kouda on the other hand, was being ogled at by the heifers that was curious about the newcomers. Kouda is pretty big, after all he is an ox, he's actually almost the same height as Kirishima, and poor baby was sticking very close behind his heifer and bull friend, not really liking the attention.

Cow Ochaku: meanwhile Ocha paid no mind to the ogling and cat calls, she was looking at the bulls that came to look at her and her friend. Debating and thinking of who she would start her "Bull Harem" plan on first.

Cow Ochaku: along they're walk they bump into a charming cowboy named Midoriya Izuku and a handsome bull named Kirishima, both kind and cute and sexy in they're own rights. . . Ocha came to terms with the idea of adding the cowboy to her bull harem plan, and let her mind run a little thinking of ways to ruin him for only a moment as to not be rude.

Cow Ochaku: after that meeting she came to see at one point, cute Little CALFS!!! OH MY GOODNESS! Ocha decided that this farm was fucking amazing. After all, it came with plenty of bulls and cute farmers for her Bull Harem plan. The staff were pretty great and there are even cute little Calfs here to watch and play with if she's aloud.

SOME EXTRA DETAILS ON COW OCHAKO:

Cow Ochaku: is a lover and fighter, this as I said came for her difficult past and trauma as well as her new beginning on her home land where she met her boys and humans. So she can be pretty intense, as well as straight forward.

Sometimes she scares the bulls with her strength and stamina, alot of them can't keep up with her during her exploration in the hay. The ones who can keep up with her are kiri and Bakugou, but even they sometimes fall victim to her brutal pace which earns her some heavy respect in their books.

Cow Ochaku: she absolutely adores sparring. At first the bulls wouldn't train with her because, "she's a heifer, she'll just get hurt" which seriously pissed her off. That is until a Bull who was messing with one of the heifers took things too far for her liking got take down by her just grabbing his horn with one hand and slamming the big bull down with just sweeping his leg out from under him and Basically making him face plant down onto the ground.

She Basically forced oversized "calf" to apologize to the heifer, and better not do that shit again. Bakugou who Basically went from not impressed and only intrigued to Having mad respect for her and now wants this woman in his harem, though he ain't the only one.

Cow Ochaku: poor baby still at times has nightmares about the bad place and will sneak into the living quarters of either of her boys or into her human friends room, or just brings all three of them to her own living quarters to cuddle and sleep together. If anything this is something her and Bakugou bond over, since he was a rescue bull from a pretty harsh place and she ran away from a bad place.

One night he just caught her awake early in the morning breathing in the cold air, with a melancholy look upon her usually smiling face. While it's a sad thing to bond about they do bond over it, and it brings them closer.

Cow Ochaku: she's love mochi treats, the kind that the old farmer made specially for hybrids. If you found a way to make them she will be your godamn best friend! Speaking of friends while she can make easy friends with any gendered human, she's not really good with other heifers for some reason. She just. . .feels nervous and a bit off around them

It could be because she has no idea on how to add the heifers in her bull harem plan, as well as the fact that she's not really. . . On the same wavelength of thinking as them at times??? Basically she wants to dominate the bulls while they want to be fucked submissive by them.

She wants to trust Said bull before EVER fucking them, while all it takes is the bull to show off how strong he is to get them wet and ready. She doesn't care for being treated frail and being taken care of while she can take care of her self. She would adore being taken care of twenty for seven by their strong bull. . .she just doesn't get them. . .at all really nonetheless she tries. . . She really tries.

Cow Ochaku: loves giving advice to the bulls about sex techniques and telling them about human sex toys. If she's close to a bull, she teach them some human tricks that she learned while surfing, "the web." She'll also be a babysitter for the heifers and bulls that want alone time at a specific moment so they can get they're grove on if you know what I mean?

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I did my own version of an Ochako Cow! I'm pretty proud of my drawings as well as how I made her! I based her on @miggiisdumb 's Bull/Cow AU cause I'm heavily obsessed with the godamn AU and her writing, please go check out her stuff as well as art cause it's fantastic.

I'm also gonna tag @headkandies in here cause they make pretty good headcanons as well as being a fellow lover of this AU!

But anyways that's all folks be safe and have a Heroic Day! Since it's not safe out there please take a mochi loving Ochacow on your way. 🥰

#Cow Uraraka #bnha headcanons #my things #uraraka headcanons #bnha #mha

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kaeyazuha · 2 years

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hi Ky! so um,, here is my request. it's okay if you don't do it though, don't worry about that!

it's something like that : diluc comforting a sad/tired!gn!reader. like them sitting on his lap in front of the fireplace and he helps them sleep or stop crying by hugging them. also could the relationship be platonic? whether he's their friend, dad figure or brother figure, doesn't matter.

you can always change some details if you want, and it's okay if the fic is super short! please don't stress yourself over this ;;

have a good week! ♡

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hey! I'm not gonna tag this as an actual fic since I made it specially for you (and bc I'm lazy but shh) and I hope this is alright.

more utc!

‘The skies are clear tonight’ He’d mutter, but you don’t notice over the ringing of your ears. ‘(Y/n) are you alright?’ Diluc would speak louder, concerned, but you continue to stare at the flickering lights of the fireplace; almost entranced by the way the flames danced over ash-laden logs. A moment passes where instead of his awkward yet concerned attempts at conversation fall into silence, and you inwardly panic at the thought of him leaving it alone-- but how do you bring it up? Being a burden, that’s the last thing you want, yet you can’t help but want to just curl up against him and cry- crying, your vision was blurry, no- you can’t cry, not yet, not now, no, no-

“(Y/n).” Diluc practically yelled now, his hands on your shoulders, and you flinched at the volume of his voice. Looking carefully, you’d notice the panic in his eyes both from your reaction and from the crystalline tears bubbling in your eyes. It was almost laughable, how the esteemed Diluc Ragnvindr, seemed to fret at the sight of you.

“Ah, sorry, sorry-” You paused, mustering up all of your energy and placing your hands on his wrists before sniffling quietly, gripping his shirt cuffs and letting out a sob. “Please hold me. Pleas-” Suddenly, cold air felt warm at the feel of his hands holding you close to him- your nose pressed into his shoulder while his hair tickled your cheek. He felt warm, safe, and comforting in your hold; you couldn’t help but relax into the touch. Small thank you’s and stray cries leaked into his coat as he stiffened, still trying to figure out what to do. Diluc hummed, leaning back and cupping your cheek to wipe at your tears before sighing softly and gently tugging you closer to the fireplace. There, he pulled you into his lap with your back facing the fire and your face pressed into his coat. Time passed strangely while the remnants of long days and sleepless nights poured out from your eyes and the cries you wanted to let out flowed from your trembling lips- and after a few moments of this, you mentally paused at a realization.

It was quiet.

Strangely quiet.

The crackling of wispy flames over dried wood, his faint heartbeat, stray hiccups and sobs muffled against his clothes, the hushed sound of his hand gliding up and down your back in soothing trails, and your own thoughts were left to keep you company in the silence. “...Dilu-?”

“Please, don’t.” He mumbled, guiding your head back against his shoulder and smiling lightly down at you; the fire’s reflection seemed to glow in his eyes, warm and soft tints of yellow adding an affectionate and kind tint you rarely see from him. “...You haven’t been resting recently. That’s why I came over, to ensure you were alright, but surely you’re not.” Taking a short breath to quell his nerves (he’s never been very good at comforting people-- not even himself), he continued. “Use this time to rest. We can talk about whatever this may be later, whenever you’d like. You have my word.”

You smiled at that, ignoring the slight spinning of your head as the countless amounts of sleepless nights started to weigh upon your eyes, and you did your best to rest in his embrace (though his constant shifting wasn’t helping). Despite the slightly uncomfortable feeling of old tears clinging to your cheeks, you found yourself starting to drift off into a world you’ve missed since this all began; and the comforting warmth of the fireplace caressed your skin like the finest blanket rather than the biting cold that usually awaited you.

As he watched you start to fall asleep, Diluc sighed with a shake of his head. Relief? Sadness? He didn’t know. But, he did recognize one feeling; determination.

He’d already let one sibling and close friend fall away from him and watch as they wasted away into a shell.

He sure as hell wasn’t going to let the same thing happen to you.

#kywrites #🦊 anon <3 #kyplaysgenshin #if you don't like it i'll happily write another one!

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