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darcydoesfuckall · 1 month

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Why you should write that AO3 comment:

Hello! I am an AO3 author and professional fandom dipshit. This is an "essay" on why you should leave that comment on the fanfic you just read.

Table of Contents:

"Commenting is too much effort!"

"I don't know what to write!"

Do you want more fanfic?

Fan creators are human beings, not AI content generators.

You can count it as charity work on your metaphysical taxes.

"Commenting is too much effort!"

Yes, writing a comment takes energy. I'm an introvert, I get that. I have two counter arguments to this point.

AO3 comments are not the SAT:

This is a comment from my latest fic, Quantum Entangled.

Three words and a heart. It requires zero consideration, it isn't specific to the fic, it's something you could copy-paste, even. A comment like this is better than nothing. I'll let my reply from AO3 explain why:

"You know what, I appreciate this way more than you'd probably expect. The temptation to lurk is a strong one, both for social anxiety reasons and internet content-consumption culture reasons. But when people lurk, I can't tell that they've enjoyed the story. The more people that lurk instead of interacting, the more I assume that my work wasn't good enough, irrespective of the reader's actual feelings. So this was a very welcome comment to read. Thank you for indicating your enjoyment. I will endeavour to write more stuff for you to lurk on in the future. :)"

A comment like this, one that is as thoughtless and low effort as possible, is still a comment. Something that denotes a reader's interest. Because, and I can't be clear enough about this, I HAVE NO OTHER WAY OF KNOWING THAT YOU LIKED IT. Kudos and comments are my only window into the reader's experience.

Sure, I'd love more detailed and thorough comments on my work, but, if that expectation is the thing that's going to stop you from commenting at all, I'd prefer the bland copy-paste appreciation.

Onto my second argument.

Do you know what also takes effort? WRITING THE DAMN FIC:

You do not get to complain about being forced to type a congratulatory handful of words after reading that 200k slow-burn fantasy au. Do you know how many hours went into that thing? Do you? Because I can guarantee that it was A LOT. All that writers are asking for is a single emoji. A kudos, at the very least. Consider the effort that went into the creation that you've just experienced and give just a thimble full of it back.

Authors lay out a feast for you to devour. They're only requesting a "thank you".

"I don't know what to write!"

Like in the previous example, an AO3 comment can be as simple as three words saying that you appreciated it. Just an acknowledgement that you were there. It doesn't have to be fancy.

But if you want fancy...?

Here's one of my comments, from Tishae's Better Together.

Let me break it down for you.

"Stunning. This au is so well developed. I love how you managed to maintain tension after the point that they discover that their feelings are requited. This was brilliantly paced, and the action (esp the ending) was so engaging."

The comment opens with appreciation. (Think of it as a sandwich with love as the bread. It starts and ends with my enjoyment.)

There are specific details about what I liked.

"If I may ask, what was the crime that the Metatron committed? Maybe I'm bad at reading between the lines or maybe I missed something, but I'm really curious as to what dirt they have on him. Victimless? Bad enough for imprisonment, but not so morally reprehensible as to make Anathema reveal it? Did he embezzle? That's all I can really think of."

Continues with a specific question about the story and plot.

Shows that I was critically engaged and actively considering the story.

You don't have to have questions about every fic that you read, but don't be afraid to ask them if you do. I love it when people ask me about my work.

"Thank you for the delicious food. I honestly thought that you were going to have Crowley's final look be something in grey (black and white being the theme of the show, metaphorically representing separation/binary, so Aziraphale was uncomfortable with it due to the implications. Grey, symbolising unity/shades of grey as an idiom, would then be the biggest middle finger to the Metatron) but I do really like what you came up with."

Gratitude.

Thoughts about how I read the plot. (This is something I particularly love to read as an author. Please tell me what's going on in that funky lil' brain of yours!!)

"I'm hoping this comment provides plenty of dopamine. If the task activation and instant gratification parts of your brain light up, you might be more likely to write GO content again. Love your work, thanks for sharing it. I hope you gain 3 inches of metaphorical dick length. Please keep writing."

Encouragement to keep writing. (This is the best way to ensure that creators remain in the fandom)

A funny comment to sign off.

Now that you know what to comment, let's start on the real reasons why you should.

Do you want more fanfic?

Fun fact! Fanfictious Authoria are a species that sustain themselves entirely on a diet of brain worms, unfinished WIPs, and kudos. As one of the three fundamental food groups, removing kudos from the fandom ecosystem causes a complete collapse of the natural order. In times of unprecedented scarcity, entire populations of Fanfictious Authoria can die out completely. This means that the production of fanfiction, in that particular region of fandom, stops entirely, often causing major ecological damage, and the subsequent deaths of fan species in the same genus. (Like the Fanfictious Artia, or the Fanfictious Editour, both of which subsist on fanfiction based diets to survive.)

In conservation efforts, experts are imploring readers to donate kudos and comments toward any fandom region that they want to stay alive.

But I digress.

When I want more content, I tell the author. Ask and you shall receive; it's the best way to convince an author/artist to make more.

My comment on @mrghostrat's And They Were Streamers

You liked it? Then COMMENT! Not for the author's sake, but for your own. You want to see the ending of a WIP? Well, it'd be a terrible shame if the author gave up on it because they thought no one was reading... They don't know that you enjoy their work until you TELL THEM. They're not psychic, you have to help them hear you. Commenting on the things you like influences the creators of said things to attribute the act of making content (and, notably, making the type of content that specifically appeals to you) with the dopamine hit of reading your reaction. Treat them like Pavlov's dogs. Ring the kudos-bell.

Fan creators are human beings, not AI content generators.

They have real human feelings and real human egos. The contemporary attitude towards media engagement is skewed towards algorithmic, instant, and uncritical consumption. This is pumping straight gasoline into the beautiful lakes of our fandom ecosystem. Fandom cannot afford to treat its creators like mechanical text generators. We are not an unfeeling assembly line, only there to produce content. We are enthusiasts, engaging in our hobby. No fan creator has to show you anything. They are fully within their rights to keep their works hidden in their computer files, never to see the light of day. Every fanfic on AO3 is only there because someone had the grace to share it with you. You are not entitled to an author's work, just as they are not entitled to your kudos. We have a mutually beneficial arrangement. Do not forget your part in this symbiosis.

It's a problem that extends beyond AO3. Tumblr is a less enthusiastic place than it used to be. Fandom as a whole is drifting towards a consumption mindset. I, for one, am sick of it. Reblog things, like them, share them. Make fanart of fanart. Who gives a shit? Do the cringy thing. You don't have to cultivate your blog aesthetic. Be who you are, like what you like, and have enthusiasm about all of it. Fandom should be an expression of radical self acceptance. Embrace it. Leave essays about fics that you liked. Reblog the essays of other's when you see them. Exist in the mutual joy of seeing and being seen. You are not just an external observer, absorbing content from a distance. You are here too. Wave back at us. Say 'hi.'

You can count it as charity work on your metaphysical taxes.

My final appeal is a moral one.

Commenting on AO3 is just a kind thing to do.

You are your actions. Are you the kind of person who does the kind thing when no one is watching? When no one will care?

Fanfiction is a hobby, and I'm not here to guilt you about how you spend your leisure time. I'm only here to say that there is a kindness you could be giving the world.

If you are one of the people that performs this kindness, I thank you.

#ao3 #fanfiction #fanfic #GO fandom I'm looking at you #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable wives #ineffable husbands fic rec #ineffable idiots #ineffable partners #ineffable spouses

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tinydefector · 22 days

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TINY-DEFECTOR WORK MASTERLIST

REQUEST & ASK OPEN

Please feed me request they are keeping me sane.

information

it's been a long while since i've written on tumblr. I lost my last account, but I'm hoping to get back into writing fics or oneshots again. Mainly going to be Writing Transformers.

Transformers Live Action -knightverse, ROTB. On occasions I may make Bayvesre content.

Transformers Prime

Transformers Gen 1

Transformers Mtmte, IDW

Character list and links below ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

Requests & ask Rules:

I don't tend to close my request unless I get over 30+ of them.

- 1 character per request if you want a longish one shot fic.

- you can make requests for multiples with scenarios but but I tend to keep them short with a few headcannons added in.

- Specify if you want a continuation of a previous fic.

- I will do both human and Cybertronian and occasionally Experimental monster readers.

-if requesting Cybertronian for smut, they have both a valve and spike as I write all Cybertronians with both parts

- your more than welcome to ask for NSFW, SFW, Angst, fluff and all sorts. I'm pretty chill. All Smut and NSFW content is marked with #valveplug

I write: gender neutral, or Male characters, (I'm not good nor do I like writing fem character, I'm a guy, if I do get fem readers I'm going to write them as gender neutral)

I will do:

- Scenarios

- Yandere and possessive.

- family content

-disabilities (human only)

- Fluff/Angst

- fearplay, mouthplay

-Vore: soft vore/ light vore (may experiment, but very light)

- NSFW, kink:

and Dub-con/ consensual Non-con

size kink

skin fetish

hair pulling

Scent/ smell/ pheromones

Sex pollen/perfume.

silk and ribbon play

cum inflation

breeding

pet play

Predator/prey

(On occasions will write Alpha/Omega/Beta, I write it rather differently to the classic AOB. But I will only write it on very rare occasions)

vore

fluid play and consumption (paint, energon, oil, cum, spit, lubricant,)

spiking warming

Heart and spark syncing

new spike and Valve modifications to test on their human lover

(Just ask pretty much)

-Pregnancy

- death request are alright just keep it civil I won't go into details on the deaths.

- The AUs:

First Contact PotatooftheLand

Tasty AU of @callsign-relic

Energy fluid AU - (my silly energy drink transfluid ones)

Human pet

I will NOT do:

-Incest

-Pedophilia

- Self harm

-Minors (exceptions if they are children of the Bots and reader but only exception)

- Don't get angry if I'm not willing to write fem characters, I'm a guy, and I tend to stick with trans content, M/M, or gender neutral, but I'm leanent but respect my boundaries.

Slightly iffy:

- death of parents (I recently lost my mother in an accident so please be aware I that things one's sometimes I won't do due to my own feelings on these fics, while other time I may because it gives me comfort)

I enjoy making silly little one shots or even just sweet little things. I will eventually do up a master list for links once I make more stuff. (Pretty much anything you can think of up that alley I'm more than happy to do)

If you want a request of one who's not on the list, please submit it. These are just all the ones I can remember off the top of my head, people enjoy.

Ps I love writing silly little things too outside of the fics and even enjoy making art to go along with them when I feel up to drawing.

So nothing is too silly ask away over all the strange little things you want to know.

__________

Tiny art dump

My little spot for art

_________

Random Works

Transfluid headcannon

Non Ship works

______________________

Character list and links:

Beachcomber

Breakdown

Bumblebee

Bulkhead

Cyclonus

Drift

First aid

Ironhide

Jazz

Knockout

Megatron

Mirage

Optimus Prime

Perceptor

Pharma

Prowl

Ratchet

Rodimus

Rung

Starscream

Skyfire

Skids

Swerve

Soundwave

Shockwave

Tailgate

Tarn

Ultra Magnus

Whirl

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outofconcheol · 7 months

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Collision (LMH x F!Reader) - Teaser

pairing: football player!Minho x RA!reader (afab) genres/au/rating: smut, fluff, some angst, college au, 18+ summary: The school year was a chance to start fresh - make new memories, meet new people, and most of all to leave the past behind. But Lee Minho is determined to make sure you never forget the one summer night you'd spent with him - no matter how hard he has to work for it.

warnings: brief, non-graphic smut, minor alcohol mention, brief swearing, more warnings to come with the final fic

word count: 1.3k for the teaser

a/n: roman empire this, roman empire that. what if I told you my roman empire was this tiktok edit of Super Bowl Minho? like i literally haven't gone a day without thinking about it since i saw it, so of course it's spiraled into a full fic. also totally not because i was also an RA who lived next to a pack of frat boys in college (not at all). this teaser is very unedited, and subject to change, but hopefully you'll enjoy the fic when it comes out! please let me know if you'd like to be tagged!

The common room was oddly quiet. Normally, you’d hear people shuffling around and chattering in the halls, their laughter echoing off the dull grey tiles. But right now, silence. With the dingy wood and fluorescent lighting, it felt like a ghost town. It wouldn’t have bothered you on any ordinary day. Except today was your first meeting with the new residents of your dorm as their RA. And it was five minutes to eight and they were nowhere to be found.

You honestly couldn’t understand why anyone hadn’t shown up yet. The bulletin board had been decked out in the colours of your school football team, the Stray Kids, and you’d even promised snacks! In fact, a lot of the people you’d run into in the halls had been excited to come - or maybe they just felt pressured into it by your overeagerness. Now, looking at the different spreads of cookies and brownies you’d baked with the help of your roommate Felix, your heart sinks. Speaking of Felix, where was he?

You’d been looking forward to the start of the school year all summer, so excited to finally embrace this job and your new responsibilities. But even more than that, you were so excited to make a handful of new friends heading into your senior year. Your entire college career had been consumed by studying and getting involved in a million different clubs, and although you hung out with Felix, and a few others, you felt like you’d been lacking in the experiences that made college… well college. And what better way to get access to college experiences than to be left to look after a rowdy group of students?

You hear footsteps thudding down the hallway, and heavy breathing, and all of a sudden, Felix’s freckled face comes into view. You shoot him an angry glare, before softening when you realize he’s not alone. Three other boys walk in after him.

“____, this is Jisung, Jeongin, and Seungmin. They’re down the hall from us.”

“Welcome you guys!” you set aside your anger, putting on your best smile for them. The three of them greet you happily, not even lasting five seconds before descending on the snacks, and you giggle at the way Jisung’s cheeks puff out as he stuffs chocolate chip cookies into his mouth.

Soon enough, more people shuffle in, until the common room is filled to the brim with residents, and you let out a sigh of relief. Maybe they didn’t hate you after all. Before, long, everyone is settled in, and you waste no time, heart pattering as you launch into an explanation of the rules and expectations for the year.

As expected, a handful of people are nodding off, while others have their eyes glued to their phone. However, Seungmin, Jisung, and Jeongin are hanging off your every word attentively, smiling after every phrase, and despite it being corny, you can’t help but find them endearing. You’d have to make a mental note to visit their room later and get to know them.

While you continue on, not wanting to keep everyone too long, you notice a couple of guys sneak in the back, twenty minutes late, and immediately your smile drops. The blue jerseys tell you immediately that they’re the players from Stray Kids. A few heads turn when they walk in, and suddenly, there’s a hum in the air, the residents thrumming with excitement at the sighting of campus celebrities. Suddenly, all the attention is off you and on them.

Felix shoots you a look of apology, and you huff, watching the meeting go down in flames. You don’t know how many minutes pass before the crowd dies down, people spilling out one by one, until only the four players and Felix are left.

Putting on your fakest sweet smile, you stomp up to them, ready to give them a piece of your mind, when you bump into a solid chest, strong arms wrapping around you to steady you.

“Whoa there, you good?” A deep voice booms out, and you look up to see Chan, the captain of the team, looking down at you with a smirk.

“I—,” you begin, nostrils flaring in anger, but you’re interrupted once again by Chan.

“Sorry for crashing your little party, practice ran late, you know how it is.”

His eyes are alight with a glimmer as he says it, taking you in.

“I’d appreciate if next time, you could let me know, so I can plan ahead,” you grit out through your teeth, watching another one of the guys, one with arm muscles so huge he could probably rip a tree in half, loom over the cookies you’d laid out.

“That’s Changbin,” Chan chuckles. “And over there is Hyunjin.”

You look to the door, where another tall, lanky player is leaned against the frame, a look of casual disinterest on his face. He gives you a nod, and you scoff under your breath, hoping he doesn’t hear you.

“And this is Minho, our other roommate.”

You freeze on the last introduction, finally taking in the final figure in the room. He’s just as paralyzed as you are, unable to move, lips parted in shock. Feeling like you’ve been struck by lightning, you feel your throat tighten, unable to look up. The ground beneath you feels like it’s about to give way, and you’re suddenly aware that Felix is no longer in the room, mentally cursing him out in your head for leaving you alone right now.

“Hey,” Minho finally manages to get a word out, and your eyes snap up to his, watching the way he shoots an easy smile in your direction.

You hate the way your heart reacts to that smile, because you’d promise yourself once already you’d never let it get to you again. All of a sudden, a distinct memory from the summer comes rushing back to you, one you’d tried so hard to bury in the back of your mind.

Twinkling fairy lights, red solo cups on the table out back, and Usher blasting from the speakers. The one house party you’d snuck out to this summer with your best friend, Ryujin. The one where you’d met him.

Those same lips had smirked at you from across the room, dark and serious eyes inviting you to come over and take a chance. And you had. Lips crashing onto his, Minho’s kisses swallowing your moans. The music from the party gradually fading as he leads you upstairs, the soft click of the door locking behind you before he’s pushing you onto the bed. The cute outfit you’d chosen to wear that night discarded carelessly to the side, Minho’s hands tracing circles across your stomach, his lips latching desperately onto your neck, sucking blooms across your skin. Minho on his knees, your legs thrown over his shoulders, eyes completely blown with lust, looking like he wants to devour you. Watching the dim light hit the lean lines of his body as he strips, his soft groan when he pushes into you, digging your heels into his back.

Minho’s low voice when he tells you how pretty you sound, how good you are for him, before you’re exploding, falling apart at the seams.

And then, regret. Slipping out before dawn could come around, watching Minho snooze peacefully, unaware that he’d wake up to an empty bed, unaware that thoughts of that night with him would continue to haunt you the entire summer.

The boys’ boisterous laughter breaks you out of your daze, and you watch Chan and Changbin wave to you before grabbing a handful of snacks and slipping out the door. Hyunjin isn’t far behind, eyeing your shocked face with a curious expression.

Minho lingers for a moment, studying you with the same hypnotic gaze. You’re painfully aware that you haven’t been able to get a single word out, and his stoic face twists into a salacious grin. He trails after his roommates, but not before pausing and shooting you a wink.

“Well damn, this year just got a whole lot more exciting.”

a/n pt 2: i hope you’re as excited as I am! i don't really have an anticipated release date for this, but it's just something i'm working on for fun!

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wynnyfryd · 6 months

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re: the ask where another anon said they felt the fandom dying

hi! i watched the entire show for the first time about 2 weeks ago (at the ripe age of 19, sue me) and ohhhhhh my god. oh my GOD. im obsessed and this is the first fandom ive ever been interested that wasnt totally dead and im SO glad there are authors and artists active and making things!! im probably abt to binge read all of your stuff after reading the trailer park au (which i adore btw. please tell me there will be more.) idk what the fandom was like before, but i just started writing my first steddie fic and im so happy theres a community that seems nice and fairly active <33

YOU PRECIOUS LITTLE BEAN THIS IS SO CHARMING I’M SO CHARMED.

ahem.

if you’ll allow me to be one of those annoying old people having a crisis about the passage of time for a hot second, this message just got me thinking about the 14yo version of me who was first discovering fandom and fanfic on ff.net, and what a fucking revelation that was to a lonely bookish young dweeb. to realize that you could just… add? whatever you want?? any story you love, you can just take it and make it your own personal barbie doll and no one can tell you what not to do??? incredible. absolutely delightful. and you’re so much closer to that girl than i am now on the timeline and i’m- i’m—! 😭😭

i’m being so aggressively 30 about this lmao i’m sorry. local woman is spoken to by a youth and has an all lowercase meltdown about it. more at 9.

anyway, welcome. there’s definitely a thriving group of clever, passionate, and talented creators in this fandom; honestly there are too many writers and artists i admire on this site to even begin to name them all, but here’s a couple you can check out to start (my blog is also full of art and fic recs, and you can find some fantastic writers through the @steddiemicrofic challenge): @aidaronan @thefreakandthehair @palmviolet @eddywoww @maikaartwork @inklessletter @cranberrymoons @bpillustrated

(to answer your question, yes, there will be more of the trailer park au. current plan is to write a new part each day until i have enough for a chapter, then publish the chapter on ao3; rinse and repeat through the end of nanowrimo and see where that gets me. so far i’m finding it a lot easier to stay focused on a single continuous story when i write in little daily snack bites like this, but we’ll see how the rest of the experiment goes 🤷‍♀️ i’m having fun with the story for now, so that’s really all that matters.)

…jesus christ, i wrote you a novella my absolute bad

- wynn 🦇

#steddie #steddie recs #steddiemicrofic #steve harrington #eddie munson #lovely people being lovely #my asks

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aerkame · 2 months

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Just some thoughts

Aside from college stressing me out, I have been brainstorming ideas for writing. I do like making one/two shots, but I want to make full fanfictions at some point so I'd thought I would share what's been on my mind (mainly because if I write this on paper, Idk if I'll remember any of them)

I am reconsidering on re-writing my Trollhunters fanfiction because 1, I feel bad for abandoning it, and 2, I did have some interesting ideas planned out.

I so badly want to write a mystery horror fanfiction for my finfolk AU regarding Welcome Home but I'm mostly afraid of the fandom. I'm aware that the fandom has chilled out some, but the beginning kind of left me cautious when it comes to writing serious topics. It's kind of expected though. When you have horror themes or anything that's quirky like Welcome Home it will attract people that are not okay in head. I guess it just depends on how you handle it that matters. So I'll continue on what I was planning, but I'm definitely going to be locking the fic on AO3 for only AO3 users to see and keeping the fic on here locked into mature audience only. There won't be stuff like gore, it's the topics that I don't want kids and teens looking at and romanticizing. A lot of authors in fandoms tend to do that, and it DOES influence kids/teens in fandoms when fics are written like that.

Surprisingly, I feel like writing for LMK(Lego Monkie Kid), I feel like it's something I would feel happy to write for with how cheerful things tend to be in the show. I also like how the show treats serious topics seriously rather than brush it off like most shows do now. I do have an idea for a fic, but I'm not sure if it would annoy people or not. I like isekai fics and I noticed LMK has TONS of them. I was not expecting it, but it's cool to see. And it's so understandable. LMK is the kind of show where you wish you could be with how things tend to go. All of the characters seem therapeutic in their own way and things are addressed in a mature way despite the cheerful atmosphere.

However, I don't think I'll share my ideas for the fic in mind after thinking it through. I have more than one idea for a handful of fics, but I think it's best that I don't tell.

#welcome home #welcome home finfolk au #welcome home au #finfolk #lmk #lego monkie kid #trollhunters #fanfictions #ideas

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peaktora · 1 year

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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍, 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 ˚◞♡ ⃗ eren yeager

𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 ┊ he gets bruises, and you do too — but atleast you don’t try and hide them.

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 ┊ 0.7k words. college!au. mentions of a bloody nose and gory arm but nothing really detailed. no pronouns used or specified gender.

a/n. — i tried not to make eren his stereotyped college self, but i can’t help but headcannon that he gets into fights here and there (so keep that in mind)

“I can’t believe you tried to hide this from me.” you took your first A.I.D kit out of the bottom cabinet, placed it on the countertop, and demanded, "now sit down," while pointing at the toilet.

eren sighed as he dragged his feet across the hardwood floor, not wanting to rile you up any further than you already were. he sat down and waited for your next instructions.

"it's not that bad.” he attempts to explain, just then, you scoff at his words. "I've been through worse, this is nothin’.”

"yeah, well, a couple more nose-breaking fights within the next year or so and it'll be somethin'," you mumbled, taking what you could from your kit.

"it's not a broken nose... just a scraped arm and a bleeding nose.”

you go to eren with a tissue in your hand and mop up any blood that was flowing around his nose. the white cloth quickly turning red.

you take another tissue from the counter, stuff it up his nose, and throw away the used one.

"hold that still," you say firmly, and he grunts at how rough your work was.

"clean my wounds any harder and ima get another one..”

you mentally roll your eyes as you unroll the familiar pack of bandages. feeling the soft but scratchy bandages again, you couldn't help but remember the times you had treated his wounds. ones worse than his bloodied nose and (really) graphic arm scrape. but throughout it all, at all times, you gave him the softest touches and wipes you were able to conjure up. as you never intended to harm him.

and you didn't try to hurt him now, but god, was he annoying you.

"are there any other wounds I should be aware of?” you tell him, "and don't hide ‘em," and he pauses before grinning smugly at you.

without warning his fingertips pierced the belt holes in your pants, and he dragged you in close to his body. his legs sprawled on either side of yours as you stood in the center, providing warmth.

it was now that the phrase "actions speak louder than words" has never been truer. because from the way you complained and told him to cut it out, he would’ve had to consider letting you go. he knew he didn't have to, though, because of the way you hesitated to move away and how your breath caught.

something you wish he hadn’t noticed.

sure, eren wasn't the best at expressing himself to others, but he could read people like a book.

you yelped as he yanked you down, landing you on his lap.

"no injuries except a broken heart," he playfully pouted.

the silence that followed was deafening.

eren tilted his head to the side, his gaze lingering on your face. from your eyes down to your lips, left to right. from this angle, or really any angle, they were irresistibly kissable—even when you were upset with him. but, when are they not when you're angry?

he gently leans in, and you’re aware of his plans, but you still can't let him win just yet. least not right now.

as you lean down to pick up the fallen bandages, his lips change course and meet your cheek.

it lasted a while (maybe it's because he expected it to meet your lips), and you let them linger. you don't so much return the kiss as you let yourself be kissed.

"if you're done making out with my cheek," you raise to face eren, "can I wrap up that arm for you?"

you say it as if you didn't just avoid my kiss, is what you think your boyfriend wanted to say. yet that never comes up.

eren frowned and shook his head for the third time that day, "no, not yet. but you’re welcome to stay with me.”

your brows furrow.

"held in my bloodied arms, on the toilet..." he continued.

you can't help but smile as you roll your eyes.

his fingers never left your belt holes, twisting them around his fingers. he drew you in closer, dangerously closer.

his weight is exactly what you were looking for, and his arms encircling you is even better (even though you feel a sliver of hot blood bleeding through your shirt). you burrow your head into eren's chest and give it a quick kiss.

"hey," he whispered.

"what?"

“give me a proper kiss.”

“you’re so needy…it’s always something with you.”

yet, you raise your head to meet his.

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dangara2610 · 7 months

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(4/10) Child Ulla AU- Part 2

Quick fanart made in hurried moments xD

Let's continue were I left uvu

< Before :

1.- Okey, Faber family stayed the night at the metal kingdom, on a cheap hostal, was this a bad desition?, maybe, was people there waiting for them to sleep to rob them? maybe, why should they think the worst from these people ? That's unpolite and prejudiced , they should have some faith on people.

2.- Either way, dad (let's call him Tenax, latin word for tenacious) stayed awake the whole night while his wife and twins were asleep, and it was curious, he catched how much the door and window was softly forced open until he softly closed it back , even a "secret" entrance on the closet were there was supposed to be a safety box (maybe stealed and broken before then came here of course), also de bathroom drawer had a secret entrance he gently closed time to time.

3.- It would had be funny, like a comedy book about a thief failing all his tries, but he was nervous, what if this was not a sole thief but a group? What if they get tired of playing soft and prepare a stronger ambush ? What if he has to figth or surrender in front of his kids and wife ?

4.- None of that happened, and the light of the day reached the room, thankfully, whoever wanting to enter the room was tranquil enough to not call out a fight.

5.- The rest woke up and got ready to search something to breakfast, daddy doesn't look sleeping but kind of in high alert, he says they shouldn't stay too much, so better have breakfast in the next town, in their way to the rich wall separation, they got greeted by a child beggar and were asked for some coins.

6.- Dad said sorry and encouraged his family to keep walking, the child beggar insisted and started to beg, so, mom (let's name her Holda, germanic female name meaning "hidden" ) took some coins from her purse to give them, the beggar thanked her and walked away, gave a signal and more beggars started to walk/run to them asking for more coins.

7.- That felt like an ambush done by kittens, now mom had to give away all the coins on her purse , trying to give only one to each kid, but the disorder started when one of the beggars wanted more than one, and next, when the purse had no more money, dad wanted them to keep walking and ignore the beggars, they had enough, but one of them accused the lady for lying and having more money saved .

8.- And then this became a true ambush, the beggars started to try and rob her purse, next open up their suitcases, and try to rob them too, but between beggars they were fighting over who got coins first, the twins tried to ask politely to stop but they wouldn't, dad told them to leave the things and follow mom to the door.

9.- They obeyed and mom took their hands to walk away, then run because they felt how street teenagers got out to watch what the fuss was about, they needed to get out of here, and as she feared, another group of people started to get closer, they were making fun of her and her family, typical foreigners.

Anddddddd why am I too especific with this xD??? This is supposed to be a Summary I should had posted last week

Whatever

10.- They got out safely, well, the dad, without his family on sight, used a little excess of strength to retrieve the bags and suitcases the beggars were ... Robbing? , lots of years of work on them, the coins were lost , but the other stuff , trinkets , maps and tools , were left behind and retrieved.

11.- The family agreed , they would go back sometime to search the trial , starting with the borders and not the city and not the downtown, they have lots of progress thanks to a kind of soil scanner mom created years ago, she also teaches her twins how to operate it (the same Varian would use years after to research the path of the red rocks)

12.- There is a curious girl, older than the twins , who wants to try and join their search, her name is Donella, not very social, but she was welcomed, of course, the parents were wary, but the twins were euphoric about adding a new friend, she would ask if they were archeologists, but the answer was that they all were alchemist.

13.- Donella supposedly goes back home every day and next morning visits them again to keep helping searching the trial temple, but later they discover and she confess she doesn't really has a home, in Ingvarr downtown, as soon as a child reachs 10 years old, they are kicked out the house to search a job and live in their own, why? Maybe because money is not enough, thypical families there only can afford school until the kid reaches 8 or 10.

14.- Faber family kind of adopts her, during they stay on this kingdom, she sleeps with mom and Ulla, Ulf is confused, why suddenly he isn't allowed to sleep with his twin ? , dad explains the best way he can, how come girls and boys are supposed to be on separated rooms since the beginning, but they spared them from that lots of years, now they are hosting a girl, separation is a must.

15.- Ulf since this day, is resigned to get more distant from his twin and more closer to his dad, he becomes clingy to Ulla and she becomes clingy to Ulf during free time after dinner and before going to bed, but they also maturely (or they think they look mature) accept they have to go to separate tents for sleeping.

16.- Now Ulla and Donella are becoming close friends, like water and oil, very different but together, they finally find the temple and start the excavation until the whole door entrance is visible, everyone is happy, except Don , who doesn't get how come this is supposed to be a big discover.

17.- They assumed the desire of discover antiques was something global, but they wasted no time and infodumped her about how this was a big deal, and her eyes started to shine at the implications of this, fame, glory, MONEY and power.

18.- If course, they would give more priority to the knowledge and the use for this in order to improve the whole civilization around them, high quality services and happy people surrounded by innovation, Donella wouldn't share that desire, she has no love for the community who send everyone to the mines with no care just for having the money for their self sustaining and self pleasure.

19.- After they -

Oups , I have to go, thanks for reading 🌸🌺 see you around

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lucky-clover-gazette · 6 months

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The Past is Beyond Our Control

Chapter 2: A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

AKA: Shadow and Vio Drink Root Beer; Are Evil

Rated T | Vio/Shadow | Modern Slasher AU Heavily Inspired by Until Dawn (2015) | 3,994 words in ch.2

His mind made up, Vio sighs and leans back in his chair. “You know what hurts my feelings the most?”

Shadow takes a deep sip of root beer, swallowing loudly. “Uh, were the terrifying chase sequence, attempted drugging, and general betrayal not enough?”

Vio reaches for the second can and pops it open with a satisfying fizz.

“You never even thought to ask for my help.”

Read it on AO3 (RECOMMENDED) or under the cut (with author's warnings AT THE END):

12:00 A.M.

One Year Ago

Vio takes a deep breath and enters the guest bedroom, gently shutting the door behind him.

“Hey,” says Shadow, all curled up on the window seat. He gives Vio a lazy wave and looks back to the snowy night sky.

“Hi,” Vio answers, brow furrowed. “Can I sit with you?”

Shadow makes some space. Vio sits.

“So,” Vio says slowly, “I can’t help but notice you’re not with the others.”

“Neither is Link,” Shadow points out, “and they’re his friends.”

“But not yours.” It’s a statement, not a question.

Shadow shakes his head. “I put up with them. Link seemed excited to have them visit. But I think I like it more when it’s just us.”

At that, Vio’s heart does something indescribable. “I was actually just thinking the same thing. The stuff they talk about, I just don’t understand why it matters. We’re going to graduate soon, get the hell out of here, set out to have whole lives of our own… but all they want to talk about is, like, prom. They just can’t see the big picture.”

Shadow turns to Vio, this time with his full attention. “The big picture?”

“Forget it. Clearly I’m just insecure that I don’t get along with the normal people.”

Shadow shakes his head, reaching out apprehensively. Vio loves the way he paints his nails and lets them chip. “I want to know what you think,” he says, placing his hand on Vio’s shoulder. “I’ll listen.”

Vio’s heart does the thing again.

“We shouldn’t be here,” he says, although he makes no effort to pull away. “We should find Link, and get back to the others…”

“Do you want to be here?” Shadow asks, even though they both already know the answer. Honestly, they’ve known for a while.

“Yes, but—”

“Vio,” Shadow interrupts, moving slightly closer. “Forget about Link and the others. This is about us. I’m tired of pretending, aren’t you?”

“Pretending?” Vio asks, his voice nearly a whisper. “Pretending what?”

Shadow presses his forehead against Vio’s. “Pretending that we’re just friends. Pretending we want anyone else in the room, when it could just be the two of us.”

“Ah,” Vio says, nuzzling closer.

“Pretending I don’t care what you do after graduation,” Shadow continues, his voice quietly cracking. “Pretending I’m not scared you’ll leave me.”

Vio’s eyes widen. “I’ve never wanted to leave you.”

“Pretending that I’m not relieved to hear that,” Shadow chuckles softly.

“Pretending,” Vio begins to say, but then stops. He steels his nerves and tries again. “Pretending that I don’t want to kiss you right now.”

Shadow’s eyes light up like the moon. “You want to kiss me?”

“Yes. Please don’t make me say it again.”

Shadow just looks at him. Vio feels fear creeping in.

“And you…?”

Shadow comforts him with a kiss. Vio’s first kiss, actually, and he assumes it’s Shadow’s too. Neither of them has ever shown much interest in anyone else—not when whatever they’ve had for the past several years has always felt so right.

It’s nice, Vio supposes, on a purely physical level. He likes cupping Shadow’s face and smelling his cologne. The warmth of Shadow’s body, so close to his own, is more than welcome on this freezing night.

But deep down, Vio knows it means even more than that. It’s Shadow’s body. His body, and his brain, and apparently his heart, too.

“Sorry about the letter,” Vio mutters as they finally pull away.

Shadow raises an eyebrow. “What letter?”

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12:00 A.M.

Now

Vio smacks the can out of Shadow’s hand.

“Hey, my root beer!”

“Shut the fuck up,” Vio hisses, waving Shadow’s phone in his face. “Explain this. All of this,”—he motions to the entire room—“right goddamn now.”

Shadow takes the phone with a sour face. “So you’ve seen the texts.”

“And the blueprints, and the newspapers, and the mannequin wearing my clothes, Shadow, what the FUCK?!”

Shadow pulls out a desk chair from beneath the workbench, gesturing to it with a small smile. “Sit down, Vio.”

“Like hell I will!”

Shadow pauses, seeming to accept his refusal. Too little too late, but Vio appreciates it all the same. “I’m not hurting anyone, you know.”

“Of course not,” Vio scoffs. “Just giving them emotional scars to last a lifetime.”

Shadow’s words turn sharp. “It’s the least they deserve.”

“But why me? Why scare me, chase me, try to knock me out?”

“I was just gonna use laughing gas,” says Shadow, almost offended by Vio’s offense. “Did you not see the tank and the mask? Would have been just like the dentist, if you hadn’t fought me so hard.”

“You are not a goddamn dentist, Shadow!” Vio says between gritted teeth. “Nitrous is a whole fuckin’… fuckin’ uncontrolled chemical, that’s—”

Shadow throws up his hands in exasperation, wearing a grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “It’s the best I could have done, Vivi! You should be grateful I was there to catch you, protecting that pretty little head of yours from the cold hard ground.”

“Oh, right,” Vio huffs, collapsing into the offered seat. God, he is exhausted. “Super considerate of you, to hold me steady while you forcibly knock me out.”

“Comfier than how I dropped Blake and Reed.”

“Jesus Christ, Shadow,” Vio groans, running a hand down his own face, “you could have killed them. Actually killed them. If you’re going to do something like this, you have to—”

Shadow raises an eyebrow, intrigued. “I have to do what, Vio?”

“Forget it. I’m mad at you.”

They sit in silence for a moment, sobered by their own respective outbursts. Eventually, Shadow cracks.

He rolls his eyes, but his voice is ragged. Off, in the same way it’s been all day. Like he’s playing the part of a character and not a real person causing real pain. “Vivi—”

“Call me that again and I’ll call you Greyson.”

More silence. Shadow opens his mouth, closes it, and then opens it again. “…Violet?”

Vio sighs. “What, Shadow?”

“I really haven’t hurt anyone. Not physically.”

“You said you dropped Reed and Blake.”

“Onto the carpet, I was exaggerating.”

“That’s a really fucking weird thing to exaggerate about,” Vio snaps. “And I don’t know if I can trust you, anyway.”

Shadow’s frown deepens. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For chasing you, and trying to knock you out.”

“That’s all?”

Reluctantly, Shadow nods. “You wanted me to be honest, so I’m being honest. I’m not sorry for what I’m doing to the others, but I never should have involved you.”

Vio feels tears roll down his cheeks.

“Shit,” Shadow says, eyes widening. “Shit, Vio, are you okay?”

“Of course I’m not okay!” Vio exclaims, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater. “This isn’t just a game or a prank, you scared me! I thought I was going to die!”

“Everything was under control, you would have been fine.”

“I thought you were dead, too. How could you do that to me, Shadow?”

Vio’s concern appears to genuinely surprise Shadow. “It had to be convincing,” he weakly explains. “You had to think I—”

“Save it,” interrupts Vio between sniffles. “You know, even before tonight I was scared for you. It’s the only reason I came here in the first place.”

“Scared of what?”

Vio looks him dead in the eyes. “You disappeared for so long, and I knew you were alone. You know what.”

Shadow just sits with that for a moment.

“Vio,” he eventually says, “I won’t lie, I’ve been having a pretty rough time up here. I may have gone a little stir-crazy, but grief does that to people. Grief and anger, because what they did to Link was wrong and it got him killed. What I want is revenge, and I can’t get that if I’m dead too.”

Vio shakes his head. “They didn’t want him to die. They didn’t even want to hurt him, they were trying to do him a favor. If there’s anyone who’s responsible for Link leaving the lodge that night, Shadow, it’s us.”

Shadow looks surprised by the admission. “If you really think that,” he asks, “why the hell did you come back?”

“I already told you why. Don’t make me say it again.”

“Fine, touchy,” Shadow mutters, regaining a slight bit of humor. “You do get that I’m not taking an eye for an eye though, right? I don’t want them dead, I just want them to feel bad. Remember how cruel they were to us when Link disappeared? They never took accountability for anything. Even tonight, none of them have acknowledged the reason we’re here.”

“They might not want to make things uncomfortable, Shadow.”

“They should have thought about that last year,” Shadow says, vulnerable in his rage, “when they humiliated my brother and treated it like a joke.”

Vio thinks back to the way the others had acted after Link’s disappearance. He’s tried to bury his own disdain, for the sake of moving forward, but it is still there. That anger, that resentment. General dislike mixing with a legitimate vendetta, creating the perfect cocktail of negative emotions that led him to ditch everyone for a bath in the first place.

Shadow and Vio may have been the catalyst for Link leaving the lodge, but you know what? That chemical reaction wouldn’t have happened at all if the others had just minded their business.

“So the goal isn’t to hurt them,” Vio says, “but to… humiliate them? Punish them?”

“Ultimately,” Shadow explains, “I want to expose them. I’ve been fucking with their relationships and emotions all night, and slowly manipulating them to where I need them to be for a final confrontation. Reed and Blake first, using you as bait, and then Grant and Zelda.”

“Kind of like what they did to us,” Vio realizes aloud.

Shadow nods, almost grimly. “I’m going to force them to confess their guilt. People tend to be more honest when they think they’re about to die.”

“Like, in front of a camera? To show the investigators?”

Shadow shakes his head. “No. I just want them to say it. Then I’ll leave you all alone, forever.”

“I’m not leaving you.”

Shadow laughs dryly. “You definitely should. I’m in pretty deep with this plan, and there’s no going back now.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed this,” Vio says, “but I’m in pretty deep too. We all are, thanks to you.”

“This isn’t a bit you want to commit to, Vio,” warns Shadow. It’s a half-hearted warning, though, and his face is full of intrigue.

His mind made up, Vio sighs and leans back in his chair. “You know what hurts my feelings the most?”

Shadow takes a deep sip of root beer, swallowing loudly. “Uh, were the terrifying chase sequence, attempted drugging, and general betrayal not enough?”

Vio reaches for the second can and pops it open with a satisfying fizz.

“You never even thought to ask for my help.”

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12:07 A.M.

One Year Ago

“What letter?” Shadow asks, tilting his head.

Oh, shit.

Vio turns to see the bedroom door wide open, a balled-up piece of paper dropped at the threshold.

“Fuck,” he says, ripping himself out of Shadow’s arms.

“What? What’s wrong?”

Vio leans over the railing, down to the foyer where the others sit. The others, minus…

“Link!” Vio exclaims, gathering their attention. “Where is Link?”

Blake raises an eyebrow. “Uh, he’s supposed to be in the room with you.”

“Is everything okay?” asks Reed with genuine concern.

“Vio,” Shadow says quietly, pulling at his sleeve. “Vio, why is the front door open?”

“I don’t know, but it’s letting in the cold,” Zelda complains. As if on cue, a freezing gust of wind floods the lodge.

“This is my fault,” Vio says. “I thought it was Shadow, and I—”

“Is he outside now?” Shadow asks the group, almost tripping as he runs down the stairs.

Grant widens his eyes, now properly alarmed. “We didn’t hear him leave, I swear—”

“He didn’t even bring his coat!” Shadow shouts, shaking the puffy white jacket in his hand. “It’s cold and dark as hell out there, he’s going to—”

“He’ll be okay,” Vio says, immediately by Shadow’s side.

“Oh, leave him alone,” Blake dismisses, rolling his eyes. “I don’t think he wants to see either of you right now, anyway.”

“I think Blake is right,” Reed says softly, still snuggled up to his own prom date. “He might need space to process. I’m sorry, I thought that you liked him, and he liked you, so—”

“You don’t have to apologize,” says Zelda. “It’s not our fault he’s overreacting.”

Vio calls her something very unkind in his head.

“Zel,” Grant warns, but doesn’t follow through with any particular threat.

“Fuck you all,” Shadow mutters, stepping into his snow boots. “I’m going to find my brother.”

Another cold gust of wind fills the lodge. Vio looks at the wall thermometer and winces. “Shadow, I don’t know about this…”

“You too?” Shadow snaps, meeting Vio’s eyes. “It’s fucking fine, my parents own the mountain, I know where I’m going.”

Vio knows Shadow should go. Shadow knows Shadow should go. But something deep in Vio’s gut screams for them both to stay right here, inside the lodge, warm and safe until Link returns.

“But if you both know the mountain so well,” Vio says carefully, “wouldn’t Link know where he’s going too?”

Something crosses over Shadow’s face. He stops fastening his boot.

“I’m not sure,” he says, expression grim. “I feel like something bad is going to happen to him out there.”

“It’s just a feeling,” Vio counters softly, as if he isn’t acting on his own. He turns back to the others, harsh again. “Do you know if he brought his phone?”

“Do you see it anywhere?” asks Zelda, almost bored. “Because if not, I think you can assume he’s got it on him.”

Vio turns to Shadow. “What do you want to do? We can try to give him a call, or…?”

Shadow glances outside, into the frigid dark night. Then he looks back at Vio.

Vio swallows, his stomach turning at the thought of Link out there alone. Every second they spend searching, the farther away he could be. There are bears out there, and perilous structures, and god knows what else left over from the abandoned asylum and partially-collapsed mines. Link could suffer from any of those hazards and die out there alone.

Or he could be totally fine, listening to music with a 86% battery, and finding much-needed clarity in the cold. In that case, it’d probably just make him feel worse to see them both.

And if Link is in danger, the most selfish part of Vio thinks, there’s no reason Shadow should be too.

Shadow spares one last glance outside the lodge, and then he shuts the door.

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1:14 A.M.

Now

“Quick, untie me!” Vio tells Reed and Blake, back in the abandoned hotel room where the mannequin wearing his clothes once sat. Reed gasps at the sight of him, while Blake only narrows his eyes.

“That goddamn creep,” he mutters, helping Reed free Vio from his bonds. “You okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” Vio says, avoiding his eyes. “What the hell happened to you guys? Is that blood?”

Blue looks down at not-Shadow’s blood staining his letterman jacket. “Ugh, yeah.”

“Whose?”

Reed and Blake exchange a glance. Reed turns back to Vio, expression soft.

“We found an injured elk in the woods,” he lies. “Attacked by a bear or something. Blake put it out of its misery.”

Vio forces himself not to scowl. “Oh, I’m sorry, that sounds awful. “

“But don’t worry about us!” Reed continues, motioning to Vio’s whole chair situation. “What happened to you?’

“I was taking a bath,” Vio recalls, “but when I got out, I realized someone took my clothes. Went I left the bathroom, someone had set up a bunch of balloons leading me to the home theater. Then I got chased into the basement, and there was this mask…”

“The maniac,” Blake mutters.

“You’ve seen him too?” asks Vio, eager to catch them both in their lie. Reed and Blake wince.

“Tell him the truth,” Blake tells Reed. “He deserves to know.”

Is that a hint of sympathy in Blake’s voice? At first Vio assumes it must be towards him or Shadow, but then he remembers what exactly Reed had done in the shed. He chose Blake over Shadow, resulting in Shadow’s ‘death.’ No wonder he lied at first.

Reed takes a deep breath. “You already know how dangerous he is,” he tells Vio, motioning again to the chair, “so you have to believe that I had no other choice.”

Yes the hell you did, Vio thinks. Except… was that even true? Shadow’s fake death was far too elaborate to be one of several possible outcomes. He must have rigged the trap so Blake would always live.

“He...” Red continues, as tears fill his eyes. “We were with Shadow, using the Ouija board, and we got some kind of message from Link. Link—Link’s ghost—told us to search for evidence of his killer in the library. Shadow freaked out and left, but Blake and I went anyway. We found some newspapers there, and the headline was about a guy with a grudge against the Farores, possibly hiding out in the abandoned sanatorium on the mountain. And then we found a super threatening note, bragging about Link’s murder, and went back to show Shadow… but he got to me first and I blacked out.”

Vio turns to Blake. “And you?”

“Also blacked out,” he says, somewhat sheepishly. “Some kind of gas.”

It is kind of funny to Vio, that the mentally ill theater nerd managed to take down a jock.

Not funny, he reminds himself. None of this is funny.

“And what happened to Shadow?” Vio asks, a little too eager to watch them both squirm. Shadow himself, watching from a hidden camera in his control room, probably feels the same way.

Reed looks to Blake, tears now running down his cheeks. Blake sighs and nods, continuing the story himself. “I woke up tied to a board next to Shadow. Reed was stuck on the other side of some bars. The maniac told Reed to choose one of us to live, and one of us to…”

Vio does his best shocked expression. “Blake. Where is Shadow?”

Reed sniffles.

“Blake.”

The jock meets his eyes dead-on. “Shadow didn’t make it.”

Vio squeezes his eyes shut, channeling the anger and grief still lingering from Link’s death. “I don’t want to hear any more of this.”

“Good,” Blake says, “because it was a super fucked up way to go.” Reed elbows him in the gut. “Hey!”

Vio takes a deep breath. Time to get this show on the road. “We’re going to find him,” he tells the others, “and we’re going to kill him before he can hurt anyone else.”

“Screw that,” says Blake. “Let’s just hide until we know he’s gone.”

“You’re helping me, at least,” Vio tells Reed. “You owe me that much.”

Blue rolls his eyes. “No he doesn’t. What happened to Shadow has nothing to do with you.”

That’s exactly what Vio would expect him to say, given his original response to Link’s disappearance. Maybe Shadow was right, these assholes will dodge responsibility until the day they die. If he wants an apology, he might have to convince them today is that day.

Vio shakes his head. What the fuck is wrong with me?

“But it does,” Reed says sadly. “It’s my fault he died, and I know he meant a lot to you. We didn’t know him like we knew Link, but we still liked him too.”

Somehow, Vio finds himself wanting to comfort Reed. “I know,” he says, a little sheepish.

And he’s alive, he wants to tell them both. You don’t have to be guilty, because he’s alive!

But Link is still dead. And isn’t that the whole point?

“I still think we should stay the hell out of this freak’s way,” Blake says stiffly, “but I guess there’s no guarantee he’s not watching us right now.”

“Let’s hope he isn’t,” Vio says, glancing over at the hidden camera. Shadow will like that. It will put him at ease. Vio doesn’t think he’s genuinely dangerous, but he is unstable. Hopefully Vio can help to mitigate some of his rage so his plan stays together at the seams.

What happens after the plan, Vio is trying not to consider. Knowing Shadow, he’d take the blame for it all. And his parents are very rich. As long as no one gets hurt, they both could get out of this with clean criminal records. See? Harm reduction.

“When did he get you?” Blake asks, glancing behind his back. “Have you been down here before, or did you just wake up here?”

“Well, I put up a good fight,” Vio says, “while he chased me through the basement.”

Rede’s eyes widen. “Without your clothes?”

“I had a robe.”

“Oh. That’s nice.”

It was, Vio reflects. Thank you, Shadow, for leaving it.

“But he did eventually manage to knock me out with the gas,” Vio continues, turning back to the hidden camera. “Only someone very clever and resourceful could have successfully evaded him.”

He can picture Shadow’s smile so clearly.

“Anyway,” Vio says, “I think I know where I’m going.”

He supposes he should be acting more distraught over Shadow’s death, but this isn’t the first sudden loss of a friend they’ve all experienced together. They know, probably better than most, how people can grieve differently, and often suppress their emotions for the sake of getting by.

Guilt tugs at Vio, for multiple reasons this time. He shakes it off and heads for the door.

“Come on,” he tells Blake and Reed. “Are you armed?”

“No,” Blake grumbles. Good.

“Vio,” says Reed, “are you sure you’re okay?”

Vio turns on his heel to face them again. “I’ll be okay when I get justice for Shadow.” And that, at least, is the truth.

“Do you think this is where he’s been planning everything?” Reed whispers as they enter the utility space.

“Seems likely,” says Vio. “And look—he’s been practicing.”

Passing the still-open meat locker, Blake and Reed loudly gag. Vio holds out an arm to stop them both, right beside the closed door to Shadow’s workshop.

“Okay, look,” he says, pointing to the half-open door at the end of the hall. “See that?”

“Uh-huh,” nods Reed.

“I think that’s where the hotel connects to the abandoned asylum,” Vio explains. “And didn’t you say something earlier, about the killer hiding out there?”

Blake sighs. “I really don’t think we need to go looking for him. We should go back to the lodge and hide.”

“Fine,” Vio scowls. “You two can bail. But I’m getting that fucker, for Shadow and Link.”

Reed and Blake exchange another loaded glance. Finally, Reed speaks, taking Blake’s hand in his own.

“We’ll come,” he says, although Blake clearly still disagrees. “We owe them that much.”

It’s close to the confession Shadow wants, but still not quite right. Reed might just be talking about his choice tonight that resulted in Shadow’s death, not even thinking about the way he and the others had acted last year. What they’d enabled, and how they hadn’t even lifted a finger to help.

It wasn’t enough, but at least they were getting somewhere.

“Thank you,” Vio says flatly, leading them to the door at the end of the hall. “I think once we’re in there, we might be able to find some weapons. We could use his arsenal against him.”

“I wouldn’t mind that,” Blake admits. “See how he likes it.”

“Revenge is the best medicine,” Vio agrees. He opens the door and holds it for the others, motioning inside. “Hurry on in.”

#my writing #four swords #four swords manga #vidow #fsff23 #vio link #shadow link #red blink #blue link #fs

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genericdragon · 2 months

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Hello! Since my art and designs seem to be getting more attention recently(??????) and stuff like this has come up a few times, I thought I'd lay down some ground rules about my art and characters.

Art Rules:

Generally if you want to use my art anywhere PLEASE ASK ME FIRST!!! I'll most likely say yes I just want to know about it. If you're reposting it on a different platform or sharing it on Discord or whatever I'd also appreciate if you could tell me what other people are saying about it or send me a link to the post. Also free to use as pfps or whatever as long as you ask first. and unless I say otherwise (there are some things I don't want my name attached to yknow) ALWAYS MAKE SURE TO CREDIT ME!!! ("genericdragon on Tumblr" will suffice). If it's art that I made specifically for you you're free to use it anywhere without asking just remember to credit me.

Please don't edit my art in any way, shape, or form, aside from maybe cutting out the background or whatever. (including drawing on top of it, changing colors, etc)

You're allowed to trace/heavily reference my art for practice (don't know why you'd want to tho) but DO NOT POST IT ANYWHERE OR USE IT FOR ANYTHING ELSE PLEASE.

Unless we're very close friends/mutuals do not expect free art from me. You can commission me on artistree or follow me on artfight (<- you are VERY likely to get free art this way.) I might do requests but only if it's something that I'd want to draw even if no one requested it. (no fetish baiting. I know it when I see it.)

Character rules:

If you want to use my exact humanization as your headcanon for that character or use them in your AU then be my guest! Again, just make sure to credit me for the design, and please tag me in anything you do with them :)

That being said, there are a few story related things that I'm not comfortable sharing with other AUs, but it's usually stuff that I don't post on Tumblr so you probably don't know abt it anyway. Just ask me if you're unsure. However I will also ask that you don't create an entirely new backstory for them if you're putting them in your own AU.

I can't stop you from taking inspiration from my designs but please don't just change a few things from my design and call it your own. They're not technically my original characters but I am still very attached to my humanizations and I'm not comfortable with them being modified like that. I'm glad that ppl like my designs but I don't want them to run too far away from me until they're not mine anymore yknow?

You are always always ALWAYS welcome to draw my character designs, especially when interacting with your own or other people's :) Tag me in any art you make of them!! I want to see it!!!

I made another post about it but self-shipping is allowed (as long as it's not a teenager who's way younger than you) just make sure to abide by the rest of these rules.

Also drawing nsfw of my 18+ characters is fine. (Unless I explicitly say they're a teenager or they are known to be a teenager in canon you can assume they're an adult) You can show me or not idc. Just don't send it to me without warning I don't wanna be jumpscared

Other Stuff:

I do not control the hyperfixation. If you followed me for one specific fandom/character that I don't post about often I can't guarantee that you'll see any more of it. Portal is the one thing you can ALWAYS expect me to come back to but the other stuff just comes and goes. Not saying that I'll NEVER come back to it again just don't hold your breath. Feel free to unfollow or block any tags you're not interested in, I don't take any offense to it.

Please do not reblog any art older than like... 3 or 4 years. I'll leave it up for now but if you reblog it I WILL delete it, sorry.

Continuing from that point, this is my blog and I will delete things as I see fit. Please do not download and repost my art if I delete it. If it's gone then I don't want it to be public anymore, please respect my wishes.

I won't throw a hissy fit if you like art but don't reblog it, I totally get that some things just aren't for everyone, but reblogging really does help a lot and I appreciate it :)

Please don't feel intimidated by me! Apparently some people think of me as a Big Scary Popular Artist and I have no idea where that impression came from but I'm not. I'm just a weirdo girl making my silly little drawings. Also PLEASE don't say anything to the effect of "your art is so good it makes me feel bad" or using my art to put yourself down. I have Kind Of Complicated feelings about my art so when people do this it really messes me up. Just don't, it makes both of us feel so much worse.

Asks are always welcome, although I do try to draw art in response to asks but sometimes I just don't get around to it, or it's for a fandom I'm not currently interested in. (Sorry to that one person who sent me an INSIDE related ask that's just been sitting in my inbox for several months)

I do have an nsfw blog, you can dm me for the url, although I may choose to withhold it from you for any reason. (I'm shy 👉👈)

Other than that just uhhhhh be reasonable treat me like a person respect my boundaries etc. I'll update this if needed but this is the most important stuff for now I think

#rambles

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islandtarochips · 1 month

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WELCOME TO MY BLOG!

Talofa everyone! I am IslandTaroChips or you can just call me Taro or Chips! I'm just scrolling around Tumblr for any inspirations for me to make any kind of Fanfic story that I'm very interested in (Which it's mostly COD). Let me tell you more about myself before you went on ahead of looking at the rest of my blog here!

Introduction: General:

· I am 23-years-old who loves any fandoms that I'm interested in · Creating OCs in writing is what I do (I can't draw but I'm learning to) · Writing fanfic or a short story about my OCs or any other people's OCs (For I know we all wanted to have comfort characters in our life or we wanted to comfort them) ·I am currently working at the moment and trying to help my family. So please don't expect me to get things done from here. ·I'm Samoan who was born from America and lived the rest of my life down in the Island (Doesn't know ALL of the Samoan language T-T) ·I really do love making OCs on any fandoms that is base with the Polynesian sides (Mostly the Samoan ones) and would love to share my culture with you guys here ·can write Y/n x Canon characters ·I'm a sucker for angst, fluff and romance

Fandom/Interests that I'm into:

·Call of Duty (Only the Modern Warfare that I know about but didn't play :D) ·Genshin Impact ·Honkai Star Rail

Some things I’m not Interested in:

·Not into writing NSFW ·Not into writing MLM or FLF ·Not into writing Spice either ·Not into writing a threesome or more kind of relationship

DISCLAIMER:

·You can interact with me if you would like but please be nice and kind before doing so ·If you are not and you decided to say something negative towards me. I will have to respectfully to ask you not to interact with me but if you don't respect that than I have no choice but to block you. ·If you would like to request of me writing a short story with your OCs x Canon or a Y/n x Canon. I would GLADLY accept it! But there will be boundaries for me not to do it. ·Letting you guys know that there will be some swearing words in the story ·JUST because I said that I'm not into writing MLM or FLF DOESN'T mean I'm disrespecting of who they are. For I am a Christian but I don't push my religion on here. For I only wanted to do some fun writing in here and expressing of what I'm passionate of.

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 OCs: (No Drawings I'm Afraid :,( I'm sorry...)

Tiala "Shark" Toa 🦈📄 Captain Kanoa Toa 🇦🇸📄 Nigel "Squirrel" Harrison 🐿️📄 Agnes "Blast" Falagi 💥📄

What is the Warrior Task Force?

Here are the story that I did so far if you're interested of reading it:

Farm AU (141 x Reader):

Farmer!Price x Farmer!Female!Reader 🚬📝

My OCs Stories:

The Blame (Kanoa's Angst Story)

Another thing, I would only create ONE story every month. For once I published ONE story, it’ll drained me out so much when I’m done publishing it. So I want to take a WHOLE month break before getting back on track. But I will still post small skits or some infos about my OCs and other random stuff.

I will still continue on making the story before the next month. I just need a break before charging myself again to find some inspiration to make another story. Ok! That’s about it! Thank you for reading this far! Love ya!😘❤️

#introductory post #intro post #my ocs #welcome to my blog #about me #pinned post #my work

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dont-be-late-to-the-dance · 5 months

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sneak peek at my Luis being sent to Rockfort AU!!

(note: I have never played the original CODE:Veronica, only the Darkside Chronicles retelling. I've seen discourse over how the characterization of the twins was changed, so FYI that DSC is the only version of the twins I'm familiar with.)

It's been a week since Luis was personally plucked from the rest of the inmates by Alfred. Alfred had noticed in the records that Luis was only 21 and supposedly a disloyal Umbrella scientist, and thought that there must have been a mistake and Luis was simply the son of another inmate. While child prodigies were a dime a dozen at Umbrella, they were nonexistent at Rockfort. It made sense; the grooming and brainwashing were effective enough that the only scientists who would want to betray Umbrella were the ones who were hired as adults. Adults, and Luis. He was scooped up off the streets and enrolled into an Umbrella boarding school when he was only 12, but evidently the brainwashing didn't seem to work.

Alfred was thrilled to hear that the information actually was correct. Something Luis found terrifying. Since then, he was kept separate from the other prisoners and treated better. He had a small bedroom to himself and was brought food. But he couldn't take any comfort in it, because Alfred also comes in just to talk to him everyday. Luis was no stranger to using his looks and silver tongue to get what he wants, but his attempt to charm Alfred had only irritated the man.

“Well, as you already know, I am Dr. Luis Serra Navarro. But no need for all of that. Someone like you, of course, can just call me Luis.”

“Someone like me?”

“Someone beautiful,” Did Luis want to flirt with Alfred? Hell no. He'd spent less than five minutes with him and his skin was already crawling. But turning up the charm on this guy seemed to be the only way he even had a chance to make it off this island alive. He needed a good angle though, not just generic romantic lines. He glanced around the room, until his eyes settled on a portrait of Alexia. Perfect, go for the sibling rivalry. “There's so much chatter about how beautiful your sister was, but nothing about you. A real shame, you're quite good looking yourself.”

“It isn't a shame! It's the way it should be. Alexia is perfect. She was the only one able to restore honor to our family. I exist to lurk in the shadows behind her, serving her however I can.”

He doesn't know what the hell Alfred wants from him. Sometimes he wishes Alfred would just hurry up and torture and/or kill him because it would probably be more unpleasant than having to politely interact with the man everyday.

“Admiring the view, Luis?”

The words startle Luis. Alfred was such a creep. Luis had just been looking out the window, at the almost castle like building in the distance, trying to escape his shit show of a life by daydreaming, just like he did as a little kid. He hadn't even heard Alfred come into the room.

“Yes, I am. That building over there… Reminds me of home.”

“I've gone through your records, and never could find exactly where you're from. It seems you've been holding out on me. You lived in a castle?”

“Yes,” Luis sure as shit isn't going to correct the assumption. From the way Alfred dressed, the things he talked about, the way the house was decorated… Luis had picked up that Alfred values bloodlines and nobility. Luis hates all that stuff, but he can pretend, play whatever part that will keep him alive. “I'm from a very small, very remote village in Spain. I was technically of noble birth, but…”

Luis is playing with fire here, but he has no choice but to continue. Besides, Alfred Ashford himself is fire. Any interaction could get him burned, whether he's lying or not. “In a small place like that, people have small minds, you know? Even nobles. When I took an interest in biology and considered going away to study, my family was outraged. They said if I left, I wouldn't be welcome back. I still chose to leave.”

“Do you have anything to prove your bloodline?”

“Well, I did. A ring. But of course when Umbrella arrested me, they took everything.”

“On that note, what did you do to get sent here?”

Luis wonders if it's a trick question. He wouldn't be surprised if the records given to Alfred were vague, simply stating that he had attempted to sabotage a project, but no details. But he also wouldn't be surprised if Alfred knew every detail, and wanted to test his honesty for some reason Luis isn't insane enough to comprehend. He decides to keep playing with fire and lie.

”I made some mistakes. I was starting to get a little homesick, wondered if leaving was truly worth it. With my mind so distracted, I started making mistakes in my work. I certainly deserved to be reprimanded for it, perhaps even fired, but someone started a rumor it was all on purpose, that I was intentionally sabotaging my own work! I tried to tell them it was all accidents, but no one believed me!”

There's a grain of truth. Luis had tried to tell them it was unintentional, and they didn't believe him. Of course, the reason they didn't believe it was because he was obviously full of shit and just desperately grasping at straws. It was an undeniable fact that Luis had intentionally sabotaged the Nemesis Project.

“Of course they didn't! Ever since my idiot of a father disgraced our family and let Spencer take charge of the company, it's been falling apart! But don't you worry, Luis. It's only a matter of time before my sister will right his wrongs, and retake the company. She'll recognize your value and assign you to something worthy of you.”

Then Alfred just leaves. Leaving behind so much for Luis to unpack. Luis should probably feel relieved, maybe even proud, that Alfred so readily bought all of his bullshit, but he definitely isn't. Luis knows a bit about Umbrella's history. Enough to know that Alexia Ashford, Alfred's sister, was dead. Not just dead, long dead. She died before Luis had even left Valdelobos. While there were rumors about Alfred's mental state, Luis had believed they were exaggerated. Not anymore.

Luis gets a rough awakening the next morning. A couple guards yank him out of bed. Then he's brought to a bathroom. It's surreal. They take his tracking collar off. He's told to shower and make himself look as presentable as possible. There's nice soaps and shampoos, even a razor so he can finally shave for the first time in weeks. There's also an outfit for him to put on after. It's… Surprisingly not horrible. Hell, it's something he might have willingly picked out himself.

But once he comes out of the bathroom, the guards tie his hands behind his back. Then they blindfold him. Alfred must have seen right through Luis's lies, and he was in for some cruel and unusual punishment related to it. Or maybe it would be a more basic punishment, but with something flashy to make it more unique. Like getting dressed up like a noble, only to be sent to the guillotine like hundreds of Rockfort inmates had before. He's brought to Alfred, who dismisses the guards before pressing something hard into his back to push him forward.

“Don't think that you can try anything just because the guards are gone. I have a rifle with me.”

They walk for quite a while, the end of the rifle at Luis's back the entire time. Finally Alfred stops, and takes the blindfold off of Luis. They're at the castle Luis had been looking at.

“Welcome to Rockfort's private residence. I had it built in preparation for when my dear Alexia comes back to me. Commoners aren't fit to be anywhere near her. You're a very privileged man, Luis. The only living soul, besides myself of course, to experience the privilege of walking through this palace. I intended to wait until her return to start inviting nobles to gather here, but since you happened to fall right into my lap, I decided it was necessary to hasten things.”

Some phrasing sticks out to Luis. The only living soul.

“But don't think you're in the clear and your life being spared is a guarantee,” And there it is. The catch Luis knew was coming. Alfred walks behind Luis as he speaks, and Luis feels a new collar slip on to him. He unties Luis's hands. “Your blood means that your presence isn't enough to contaminate this residence, but you still must prove you're worthy of Alexia's presence. Should you turn out to be a disappointment, I'll have no choice but to kill you. Until you prove yourself, you'll have to wear this. If you attempt to leave, for whatever foolish reason, I'll be alerted. But truly, I hope it doesn't have to come to that. I know chasing you would be fun, but I would love to have such a rare present to present to my dear Alexia.”

#yall should uhhh send asks about this au if you want i love it 👉👈#but it might take me a hundred years to have more of it ready to publish so like. I'll talk abt it in asks in the meantime #(the dynamic is just really difficult to write bc it's such a fine line making Alfred be a creepy weirdo but not in a romantic/sex way.#i REALLY DON'T WANT it to come acrose like im shipping them okay but there's moments that could seem like it)#there's leon stuff in the au eventually but won't put any tags for him on this #luis serra navarro #luis serra #alfred ashford #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil #re4 #darkside chronicles #need to decide on a tag for the AU ugh

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br1ghtestlight · 3 months

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my angsty bob's burgers au that's like a character study for bob and louise (specifically how they enable each other's worst traits as linda pointed out) <3

when louise is three years old, gene is five and tina is seven linda goes to pick up gene and tina from school and gets into a car accident where all three of them are killed. bob was working at the restaurant and louise was w/ him

obviously they both take it pretty hard, since bob lost two of his kids and louise lost her mom and her siblings :( bob tries to keep it together for louise & continues running the restaurant and taking care of her while struggling with grief. he doesn't want to be like his dad and emotionally shut out louise or avoid all discussion of her dead family so he really TRIES to be there for her and vunerable and talk about her siblings and mom but it's hard and louise was already not a very social kid. they end up being pretty isolated from their community and mostly keep to themselves without having any friends or family to rely on. outcast type vibes </3 very similar to norman bates and his mom in bates motel (but less incest and murder-y). but louise is DEFINITELY a daddy's girl and has a very strong connection to him (and fear of losing him)

linda's family (and especially gayle) are obviously devastated without her and don't really talk to louise or bob anymore bcuz they're just a living reminder of what they lost. gayle didn't get along super well with louise to begin with

big bob tries to be there to support bob and louise bcuz he's been where they are, but it's hard on him too, losing two of his grandkids after he already lost his wife. and without linda there to repair their relationship and keep things friendly they eventually fall out of touch w/ each other

bob doesn't really talk to people or socialize outside of the bare minimum with his customers, and louise doesn't have her older siblings to push her outside her comfort zone or anybody to look up to and emulate other than bob so she becomes a social outcast herself & the kids at her school are scared of her and think she's weird and creepy (she def leans into the personality of s1 and s2 louise a little more with the voodoo/horror type stuff. she's got serial killer vibes tbh)

louise is creepy and generally keeps to herself but she's also just mean and pushy and rude to other people. she becomes a bit of a bully esp to the weirder kids like andy and ollie without her siblings around to morally guide her and remind her to be kind. bob definitely tries his hardest but parenting and grief is Hard especially with being a single parent and there's only so much he can do..... there's a little bit of disconnect between them. so when teachers from school call bob and tell him that louise is being kinda pushy and rude to kids on the playground he's just like "well she's louise. thats how she is" and doesn't challenge her as much as he probably should esp w/ the grief and trauma in her life, he feels like he has to go easy on her and let her get away with things she otherwise wouldn't have

teddy still eats regularly at bob's burgers of course but he doesn't exactly. make conversation with bob and without linda around he doesn't feel welcomed as a friend, he's more of just a regular customer who comes around a few times a week for a burger. definitely not bob's best friend

louise was so young when linda, gene and tina died that she doesn't remember them at all by the time she's her canon age in the show. she knows she HAD siblings and she's seen pictures of them but she can't remember what they sounded like or their personalities, sometimes it freaks her out and she imagines what they would say to her if they were still around. it's just hard for her :( and especially without her relationship with linda to show her the complexity of womanhood i think she has some more internalized misogyny. a lot of mental health issues and trips to mr frond's office (which she HATES)

because linda died after louise was already in preschool she did sew louise's ears for her before she died and they're her last keepsake from her mom, so of course she wears them all the time and has an even stronger emotional attachment to them. bob's pretty good at sewing and knitting so he fixes them up for her whenever they're torn

louise got tina's bedroom (previously their shared bedroom) all to herself after they died while bob stayed in his and linda's old bedroom. gene's bedroom becomes like a weird office/storage space that they dont really use for anything they just keep some of tina and gene's old things in there like his keyboard etc. louise's closet bedroom remains a closet lmao but louise does end up with a pretty cool bedroom when she's older

louise would eventually become friends with rudy in this au because he's like the first person to show her the kindness and empathy that her siblings would have if they'd been alive, and he's not scared of her. this au would mostly be about their developing relationship and louise trying to become a more social and less.... aggresive person??

bob could probably learn something from her too. it's so hard to lose your family and losing children is the hardest thing ever but you can't stay in that grief for the rest of your life. especially when you DO have a surviving child to take care of and love as hard as that might be sometimes (he's not neglecting her or anything but neither of them really..... moved on emotionally after the accident. bob probably doesn't drive bcuz he's scared of hurting her, and he's definitely overprotective of louise because he doesnt want to lose the only person in the world he's still alive for)

probably not gonna do anything serious with this au but it's something I do think about from time to time. also on a lighter note these messages w/ @goldendoodlerlockerlove

#txt #bob's burgers #tw character death #it's like a fucked up its a wonderful life type story except nobody really learns anything and everyone is worse <3

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