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daisynik7 · 6 months

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“Earned it” by The Weeknd for Levi Ackerman- Smut + Fluff

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Earned It

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~7.0k

cw: yakuza au, modern setting au, adult themes, gang-related violence, mentions of blood, explicit language, fluff, smut – fingering, cunnilingus, PIV sex (doggy style), cream pie, unprotected sex

Summary: Levi is the current leader of a Yakuza organization called the Ackerman Clan. Fearless, ruthless, cold-blooded. Your deadbeat father owes a debt to his Uncle Kenny after borrowing a sum of money to gamble on horse races many years ago, a debt that hasn’t been forgotten. He has since abandoned you and one day, the Ackerman Clan tracks you down, claiming that you are now the owner of this debt. Without the means to pay for it out of pocket, Levi employs you to be his personal housekeeper until you’ve earned the money to pay it off.

Author’s Note: Wow okay my first Levi fic EVER and I totally got carried away! I had so much fun writing this one, so I hope the rest of you enjoy it! Thanks for the request for the y2k karaoke party! This gave me the perfect excuse to finally write for Levi. MDNI divider credit to @/cafekitsune. Thank you for reading! Tagging @crazychaoticizzy!

It's an average Wednesday when you receive a call from your mother in the middle of your workday. She usually doesn’t call unless it’s important, so you answer, already nervous for what she’s about to tell you. “Mom? Are you okay?”

Her tone is somber. “Honey, please come home. Now.” You can hear other people speaking in the background, alarm bells immediately ringing in your head. It’s been you and your mother alone for the past decade now, abandoned by your father before your high school graduation. You have no idea who would be in your home at this time. Freaking out, you ask, “What’s going on? What’s happening?!”

Before she can respond, there’s shuffling, then a man you don’t recognize on the other line. “You should listen to your mother.” His voice is cold, terse, sinister. It sends a chill down your spine.

Immediately, you excuse yourself from work, briefly describing a family emergency to your boss. You hop on the closest train, jittering in your seat, sweating bullets, stomach tight with anxiety. All you need to know is that your mom is safe. As soon as you’re out of the station, you remove the heels off your feet to run home. When you arrive, you notice a black car with tinted windows parked in the driveway and the front door already swung open. Winded and out of breath, you double over with the impulse to vomit, already expecting the worse. You swallow down the urge, collecting yourself, and walk inside.

You’re met by three strangers: two men and a woman. She looks young, gaze cold on yours, studying you carefully. The taller of the men is significantly older, hunched over, lanky, with a cigarette between his crooked smile. The other is short, but his domineering presence seems to overwhelm the rest of them. The cold gaze, the stagnant frown, the tightness in his brows. There’s an aura to him that shows he’s not one to be messed with. Before you can even confirm, you know that this man is the one who spoke to you earlier on the phone. Their leader.

Your mom is seated on the couch, cowering in fear when she calls out to you. “Honey!”

You step towards them, wanting to approach her, but you’re stopped by the woman, staring daggers at you, her hand concealed inside her jacket, ready to attack if necessary. It’s a warning: Don’t come any closer or else. “Mikasa, relax. She ain’t even armed,” the older man says. He points to her, winking at you. “Sorry about my niece; she’s got some anger issues. Runs in the family, actually.”

Without removing her gaze from you, she mutters, “Shut up, Kenny.”

He laughs, puffs of smoke escaping his mouth. He removes the cigarette, tapping the ashes onto the hardwood floor of your living room before stepping closer towards you. “I should be the one upset here.” His eyes scan your figure up and down, smirking. “Right, Levi?”

You shiver from his wicked expression, glancing at your mother who stares wide-eyed at you in a panic. “What’s the meaning of this?” you ask shakily.

The shorter man, apparently named Levi, comes forward, glaring at you. “You owe the Ackerman Clan money. Two million yen with all the interest that’s been accruing for the past ten years.”

“We never borrowed money from you!” you argue.

“You didn’t. But your father did,” Kenny interjects. “The dumbass didn’t know how to gamble on the right horse. Lost each race and came crawling back to me for more and more money. I gave him two years to pay me back without interest, but I suppose he ran off on you and your poor mother before he could pay it. Now, it’s way past due. I need my money back.”

That no-good, deadbeat father of yours. Of course he’s the one behind this. He’s always had a gambling addiction, ever since you were little. Borrowed money left and right from distant relatives, friends, coworkers, and apparently strangers. You thought he’d at least have the decency to pay them off on the occasions he actually scored big, but who are you kidding? All he spent his winnings on was more booze to drown out the fact that he never cared or provided for his family. You shake your head, tears welling in your eyes. “You should be asking him for the money, not us.”

Levi’s eyes narrow. “You don’t think we already tried looking for him? We can’t find him. He’s gone. Someone else has to be responsible for it now. And that means his wife and his kid. You.”

“We don’t have that kind of money just laying around,” you say, hoping that somehow, this Yakuza gang is nice enough to forgive the debt.

Kenny barks a laugh. “Well, you’re shit out of luck then, huh? Just like your lousy father.”

You wince at his harsh words, simultaneously agreeing with him. Levi sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “If you can’t pay off this debt within the next three months, we’ll be forced to take more severe action.”

“What do you mean?” you stutter. A variety of cruel punishments flash through your head, causing your knees to wobble in fear, though you manage to stay upright.

“You don’t want to find out,” he threatens with a dark look.

You swallow loudly, unable to hide your dread any longer. Crying, you fall to your knees in a begging position, peering up at Levi with weepy eyes. “Please. I’ll do anything. Just don’t hurt my mom. Leave her out of this.”

Your mother sobs into her hands, your name muffled against her palms. Even through your blurred vision, you notice Levi’s expression waver just the slightest.

“Maybe she can work for you,” Mikasa suggests. Her tone has changed to one of sympathy, unexpectedly considering her intimidating demeanor moments ago.

Levi scoffs. “And what would she do for me? I doubt she can fight.”

There’s a pause as you watch them contemplate your fate. Kenny is the first one to offer an answer. “Housekeeper. She can be your housekeeper!”

Levi grimaces at the suggestion. “Excuse me?”

Kenny walks towards him, ruffling his nephew’s hair, much to his dismay. Levi swats him away, scowling as his uncle explains, “You spend so much goddamn time cleaning your own house, it’s about time you hire someone to do it for you. You’re the leader of the Ackerman Clan now. Time is money. You can’t be wasting it dusting when you can just make someone else do it for you.” He squats, legs spread wide, meeting you face-to-face. “Can you clean?”

You wipe away the tears streaming down your face, nodding.

“Can you cook?”

You nod again, more confidently this time.

He slaps his knee. “Well, there you go! Looks like we found the solution. You’re hired. Levi will pay you at the end of each day. Your wages after three months should be enough to cover the debt you owe me. If you work overtime, you’ll earn extra cash. Sound good?” He sticks his hand out, waiting for you to shake on it.

Three months of housekeeping and cooking for the leader of a Yakuza gang, who already looks like he despises you? It’s either that or whatever punishment he originally has in mind, which sounds much more painful and ominous.

Before you agree, you ask, “What about my regular job?”

He strokes his chin, thinking. “Damn, forgot about that. Well, Little Levi here can compensate you for that as well. You’ll have to quit it in the meantime, but this gig is much better, don’t cha think?”

Levi raises his voice, angry now. “Don’t I get a say in this?! Who said I have the money to pay her?!”

Kenny waves him off, smirking. “You don’t drink, you don’t gamble, and you don’t fuck. So what else are you doing with all that money?”

At this, Levi gapes at his uncle, blushing. “I’m the fucking captain here, aren’t I? I won’t allow this.”

Kenny rolls his eyes, standing up to stretch his back. “Fine. Got a better idea? We don’t have all fucking day to argue about this, you know.”

After a few more disgruntled huffs from Levi without any other real suggestions, you are officially hired as Levi Ackerman’s housekeeper.

~~~

Levi doesn’t need a fucking housekeeper. He’s the cleanest goddamn person in this entire godforsaken planet. Sure, he spends at least two hours at the start of his morning doing household chores to ensure that everything in his home is spick and span. But what’s so wrong about that? It’s the only solace he finds in this cruel world. The only aspect of his life that he can control.

So, when his new hire arrives to his house seven o’clock sharp the very next day, Levi’s already in a bad mood. And when she smiles brightly at him, greeting him, “Good morning!” in an all-too-cheery voice that drips with enthusiasm and spirit despite the shitty situation she’s in, he can’t help but become even more irritated. She can’t possibly be excited about this. It’s all a façade, an act. Fake. He’s seen it before, from so-called friends, family members, strangers on the street. People only connect with him if there’s something to gain from it. And in this case, the money to pay her father’s debt is her end-goal, and nothing else. He reminds himself that she’s not here for him. No one ever is.

He doesn’t respond to her, turning on his heel to lead her inside. Without saying so, she removes her shoes, tucking them into an empty slot on the shoe rack, following him. Unfortunately, Kenny’s been here since half an hour ago, taking his usual breakfast: a cup of black coffee and a frozen waffle, toasted until lukewarm. And of course, there’s already crumbs on the table, but Levi ignores it, knowing that she’s responsible for this mess now, not him.

“Morning,” Kenny drawls, raising his mug to her. She waves, still nervous around them, naturally, but her smile stays on.

Levi hands her a sheet of paper, typed out with proper instructions. “Everything you need to know is on here. Unless you’re illiterate and can’t read, I won’t need to explain anything to you, right?”

She scans the document quickly, shaking her head at the end. “Seems simple enough.”

“My nephew here likes things spotless,” Kenny adds, spit flying out of his mouth as he chews the rest of his breakfast. “Total clean freak and perfectionist. He’ll be on your ass about a simple speck of dust.”

“It’s not clean if there’s still dust,” he emphasizes.

Her attention goes to the fridge. “What about meals? What do you like to eat?”

“I’m not picky. I usually don’t eat breakfast and lunch is brought to me at the office. So dinner is the only meal you have to cook. Like I said, I’m not picky. But it better not be instant ramen or something. I’m not paying you to feed me that processed shit.” Truthfully, he already eats that junk for lunch, often opting for fast food because it’s quick and easy while he’s out on a job. But what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. He shoots a glare at his uncle when he notices him snickering to himself, clearly aware of his less-than-ideal diet.

After a brief tour of the house, not including his bedroom, which will remain off limits, him and Kenny leave to start the day. Levi is reluctant at first, unsure if she can live up to his high standards of tidiness, but even he can admit that it’s more productive when he arrives to their headquarters on time.

The day goes by smoothly; the extra two hours that Levi gains by entrusting another person to his usual morning ritual proves to be beneficial for both him and his gang. They are able to add an extra stop to their daily rounds, collecting owed money from sleezy businesses and seedy underground organizations. They only resort to violence once, with Levi squeezing a man’s head between his shoe and the pavement until he coughs up the dough. In his eyes, today was a good day.

Kenny drops him off back home around eight when it’s already dark out. The lights are on, glowing through the shaded windows. He digs into his pocket for the keys, retrieving them to unlock the door, his nostrils immediately hit with a sensational aroma wafting from the kitchen. Sliding out of his shoes, he steps further inside, following the scent.

She’s leaning over the stove, steam puffing from whatever pan she’s cooking in. He drops his keys on the counter, clearing his throat to make his presence known.

“Hello, Mr. Ackerman,” she says, turning to face him. “Perfect timing. Dinner is just about ready. I’ll serve it to you now.”

He slides a chair out from the dining table, taking a seat, watching as she moves around the kitchen. She scoops white rice into a bowl, then the food onto a plate, setting it front of him. It looks delicious; glazed meat scattered with a variety of fresh vegetables. “It’s chicken stir fry,” she explains. “It isn’t gourmet or anything, but it’s hearty and filling. I hope you like it.”

He remains silent, holding a piece of broccoli at the end of his chopstick, blowing on it before putting it in his mouth. The sauce is savory, pairing well with the typically bland vegetable. He digs into the chicken, enjoying how juicy and flavorful it is. It’s nothing he hasn’t had before, but still; it’s tasty.

She stands beside him, watching him eat with a small grin on her face. “What would you like to drink?”

He swallows, replying, “I like tea. Hot tea. Decaf.”

“On it,” she says, heading back into the kitchen, filling a kettle with water to heat on the stove. Within ten minutes, she returns with a cup in one hand, the kettle in the other, pouring him freshly brewed tea.

It’s quiet, Levi eating peacefully while she continues to observe him. He’s not quite sure what to say; do they make small talk? Does he compliment her cooking? How do people engage with others during a time like this?

Her stomach growls loudly, which he immediately notices. He raises a brow at her, pointing his chopsticks towards the kitchen. “You should eat too. If you’re hungry.”

“Is that alright?”

He nods, looking down at his plate. “It’s better than watching me eat while you’re starving, right?”

She laughs, going back into the kitchen once again. “Yes, of course.” She comes back, sitting across from him to start eating. Not knowing what else to discuss over dinner, Levi asks her about the chores she should have accomplished today, to which she reports back in detail. It sounds as if she went through eat item on the list, though the true test will be when he inspects it himself. Their conversation flows well; he usually hates conversing with people when it isn’t necessary. He can’t remember the last time he shared a homecooked meal with someone else. He’s always at home after work, alone. Mikasa is too busy with her own family, and Levi can hardly stand his uncle’s presence to begin with, so he always preferred being alone.

This, however, this he doesn’t mind. Surprisingly.

Before he gets too comfortable with the idea, he reminds himself once more that this is simply the deal they agreed to. There’s no room for sentimentality. She’s here because she was forced into this role, not because she wants to be here. This is business. This is temporary.

And with that in mind, Levi strengthens the integrity of the walls he barricades around him, determined not to let anyone but himself in.

~~~

Your first month of employment go by as smoothly as you hope it would be, given your circumstances. Every day, you arrive at Levi’s house seven in the morning on the dot, greeting him with a smile. You figured it wouldn’t do you any good to show your fear of the Yakuza in front of the leader himself. And, in all honestly, you weren’t actually that scared of him. While he’s cold and blunt most of the time, he hasn’t done anything to frighten you yet, aside from your initial meeting. It helps that you only see him for a few minutes in the morning when he lets you in, and at most an hour at the end of the day, when you share dinner together. Before you leave, he hands you an envelope with your day’s wages, and that’s that. Based on the lack of criticism, you assume that you’re doing a good enough job.

On the second month, you begin to make lunches for him in addition to your usual routine. Uncle Kenny had mentioned several times in secret that Levi eats fast food because of the convenience. Sometimes, he skips a meal all together when they’re especially busy.

When you arrive to his home, you greet him with your usual smile, while he gives you a curt nod, avoiding your gaze. He shouts behind him, “Kenny, let’s go!”

Before he walks out the door, you stop him, saying, “Oh, Mr. Ackerman! Before you leave, I prepared lunch for you.”

He whips around to face you, eyes narrowed as if you just insulted him. “What?”

Nervous now, you stammer, “I made you lunch. I heard that sometimes you skip meals, so I thought – ”

He steps towards you, glaring, not letting you finish. “This isn’t part of the list. I don’t need it. I don’t want it.” He turns on his heel, leaving you stunned as he heads for the car, slamming the door shut.

You scurry into the kitchen, face hot, reeling over his unpleasant reaction to your simple gesture. Kenny leans back in his chair, feet up on the table, chugging the rest of his coffee. “Morning.”

“Hi Kenny.” You wash your hands at the sink, processing what just happened, growing increasingly upset.

Kenny gets up, sliding his used mug beside you. “Thanks, darling.” Not wanting to waste your efforts, you call out to him, opening the fridge to retrieve the bento you prepared, handing it to him.

“What’s this?” he asks, smirking.

“I made it for Mr. Ackerman, but he doesn’t want it. I don’t want it to go to waste,” you explain.

He smiles, genuinely grateful, the expression you were mistakenly expecting from Levi. “Thank you. Take care.”

When he’s gone, you take a minute in the kitchen to relax, reminding yourself to stick to the list and not do anything extra just because you think he’d appreciate it. You’ve leaned your lesson based on today: Mr. Ackerman doesn’t appreciate anything or anyone. And you won’t be an exception.

~~~

Levi sulks silently in the car with his arms crossed over his chest, staring out the window while Kenny drives them to HQ. He’s replaying the interaction from earlier, recalling the hurt look in her eyes as he spat those harsh words to her. He’s an idiot. All he could have said was no thank you. He shouldn’t have berated her for doing something nice for him. At the same time, he didn’t want to appear vulnerable, like he needed her to do it for him. He doesn’t need her pity. He doesn’t need anyone to take care of him.

He catches Kenny shooting glances at him, but doesn’t say anything, knowing better than to rile his nephew up when he’s in one of these moods. They make it to headquarters as normal, and Levi goes about the day, almost forgetting about the incident. Almost.

Around noon, Kenny drives Levi and two of his henchmen across town to collect money from a client who’s been skipping out on payments recently. Levi doesn’t expect to resort to violence, so he stays inside the car while the two muscles go out and fulfill their orders. Kenny reclines, reaching his long arm towards the backseat, retrieving a small bento box. “Grub time.”

Levi scowls. “What are you doing?”

“Eating lunch, what do you think?” He uncovers it, licking his lips as his picks up a tamago sando from inside. It looks delicious, from the soft bread to the golden yellow filling. Levi’s stomach growls as he stares at his uncle bite into it. “Damn, that’s good!”

“Where did you get that?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

He shrugs, engulfing the rest of the sandwich into his mouth. “Your housekeeper. Said you didn’t want it, so she gave it to me instead. Shit, that’s good!”

Levi huffs through his teeth, annoyed, but also very hungry. He snatches it from his uncle’s lap, inspecting it himself. Kenny doesn’t protest, only chuckles, licking his fingers. It’s truly an enticing sight, much better than the typical burger and fries he’s used to. He picks it up delicately, relishing how pillowy the bread is between his fingers. It’s devoured quickly, and Levi regrets watching his uncle eat part it, hoping he had it all for himself. In the bottom layer of the bento box are baby carrots and sliced cucumbers, which Levi munches on until his crew comes back, knuckles a bit bloodied and a stack of cash in their hands.

At night, Levi enters the door, a pang of guilt in his chest. He doesn’t plan to mention it; he’d rather forget and move on, pretend it never even happened. Tonight’s dinner is yakisoba, a meal she has since perfected since starting a month ago. She serves it to him, pouring hot tea into his mug, then takes her usual spot, her expression neutral. She reports on each task she completed today, starting with the kitchen, where she cleans up whatever disgusting mess Kenny leaves at the table. She scrubs the counters until they’re sparkling, mops the floors, reorganizes the refrigerator, unloads the dishwasher from the night before. Next is the living room, where she vacuums the carpets, dusts all the drawers, wipes each and every appliance with a specialized solution to prevent streaks. Then It’s laundry, and she never mentions the splatters of blood that are sometimes on his dress shirts depending on what kind of day it is. She uses the exact method he uses to wash them until they look good as new, as if he isn’t part of the gang life.

She finishes her list, looking at Levi, waiting for his nod of approval, which he gives. She’s done a decent job so far; in fact, his home looks just as tidy as it did when he spent two hours each morning doing it himself. He stares down at his plate, eating the rest of his noodles in silence.

“Mr. Ackerman?”

His jaw clenches at the sound of his name, anticipating whatever she’s about to say. Without looking up, he mutters, “What?”

She clears his throat nervously. “Earlier today, about lunch. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep my boundaries. I hope you can forgive me.”

He senses her gaze on him, but he’s too embarrassed to meet it, slurping the rest of his food without responding. She doesn’t say anything else, leaving it at that. When he’s done, she gathers the dirty dishes and loads them into the dishwasher, starting the cycle. Levi goes into his room, stuffing her payment for today in an envelope, staring at his reflection in the mirror. Just say it. Don’t be an asshole. She doesn’t deserve it.

She waits for him at the doorway, coat and shoes on, ready to leave. He hands her the money, keeping his grip on it when she accepts it. “You don’t have to apologize. I ate it, and it was delicious. So…thank you.” He looks at her this time, wanting to convey to her that he truly means it.

Her eyes widen, clearly surprised by his sudden change in demeanor. He’s surprised himself; he just couldn’t let her leave thinking she didn’t anything wrong. “I’m sorry,” he adds. “For the way I reacted. I’m not used to people doing things like that for me.” He knows she doesn’t need an explanation from him, but he tells her anyways.

She smiles. “It’s okay. I’m happy to do it. I prepared another one for tomorrow.”

Nodding, he lets go, watching her slide the envelope into her bag. “Goodnight, Mr. Ackerman.”

He opens the door for her. “Levi. You can call me Levi. It makes me feel old when you call me that. We’re around the same age, right?”

She giggles, making his chest swell. “Right. Well then, goodnight Levi.”

He waits until she disappears into the distance, heading to the nearby train station. With the door shut, he leans against it, sighing heavily, his heart beating rapidly.

This is bad.

~~~

On the third month of working as a housekeeper and cook for Levi Ackerman, something extraordinary happens.

You’ve gotten more cordial with each other in the past few weeks, ever since you began making lunches for him on a regular basis. You know he isn’t picky when it comes to food, but you’ve noticed subtle differences when he thanks you for the meal, which he always does now. If it ends in a simple thanks, you know that it was ordinary. If he adds in a compliment, you know that he really likes it. So, you cook more of the foods that he particularly enjoys.

You’re still getting used to calling him by his first name. It still sounds foreign out of your mouth, almost like a treasured word you’re only supposed to say on special occasions. You still mostly call him Mr. Ackerman, though he doesn’t seem to mind.

Other than what you see of him in the mornings and nights, you have no idea what Levi gets up to the rest of his day. It’s an unwritten part of the deal; you keep your private life to yourselves. And, knowing he’s in the Yakuza, maybe it’s better you don’t know.

Tonight, you finish cooking dinner before Levi comes home. You cover the pan, keeping the oyakodon you prepared warm until he arrives, all the plates set up on the counter, ready for him. You sit in your usual chair, checking the clock: 8:30 PM, thirty minutes past his usual time. By nine, you start to worry. And by ten, your finger hovers over his contact information on your phone, tempted to call him, to make sure he’s okay. You debate with yourself for several minutes if you should go through with it. You were given this number only to use for emergencies. Would this be considered one? Surely, he has an entire team of people who look after him, being the leader and all. Why would he need you, his lowly housekeeper, looking out for him?

Deep down, it’s because you care. You care about him. You want him to be happy. And it’s not because he pays you at the end of the day. It’s because you truly, genuinely believe he deserves it. Even in the short time that you’ve known him, it’s plain to see how miserable he is in this life of crime. Dead eyes, permanent frown on his face, tense muscles from having no moment throughout his day to relax. No one, not even a Yakuza leader himself, deserves to be under this much stress.

You’re about ready to dial his number when you hear the distinct jingle of keys from the front door. Levi walks in, hunched over with his jacket tossed over his shoulder, big splotches of blood painted on his shirt. You can see it clearly even from the end of the hallway. He doesn’t greet you, doesn’t look at you, as he drags his feet into the living to plop himself onto the couch, sighing.

“Mr. Ackerman?” you call out, trembling. You’ve never seen him like this before. Is he injured? Or is he the one who did the injuring? Does it matter to you what the answer is? All you know is that you’re concerned about him and you want to be by his side.

~~~

Levi hears her but doesn’t respond. He sinks deeper into the couch, eyes shut, hoping she ignores him, not wanting her to see him in this sorry state. He listens to the sound of her footsteps approaching closer, then feels her sit beside him. With one eye open, he peeks at her, surprised to see her staring at him with genuine concern, a steaming mug of tea in her hands. “Mr. Ackerman,” she repeats.

“What do you want?” he asks tersely. He doesn’t mean for it to come out rudely. Or maybe he does to push her away. He doesn’t want her to witness this vulnerability, this weakness.

“I brought you some tea,” she answers quietly.

Before he can spit out an argument about how the caffeine will prevent him from sleeping, she adds, “It’s decaf, of course.”

He’s speechless for a moment, unable to come up with a smart response. His heart beats against his chest and he’s not sure what’s happening to him. Is he going into cardiac arrest? Or is this something different? Something good? Too exhausted to maintain the same frigid persona he puts up for her, he relaxes, reaching for her hands to grab the handle of the mug. He grazes her fingers wrapped around the ceramic, lingering for a second longer, then brings it to his lips, blowing air across the surface before taking a sip. It’s hot down his throat, filling his tired body with warmth and comfort.

He peeks at her once more, focusing on the gentle smile on her lips. “What are you so happy about?” he asks, taking another sip.

She looks down at her lap, shy now that she’s been called out. “I’m just happy you’re back in one piece.”

He scoffs, displaying his bruised and stained knuckles. “You call this one piece?”

She stares at his hands with terror or fascination, maybe even both. Levi can’t tell. All he knows is that she isn’t flinching away from him like he’s some monster; she leans closer, inspecting it carefully. “Hold on,” she says, standing up to retreat back into the kitchen.

Levi rests his head against the couch, stomach grumbling with hunger. He hasn’t eaten since lunch, and beating the shit out of people takes a toll on him. But the job is done and now he’s home. And for the first time, he realizes how grateful he is not to be alone.

Minutes later, she returns with a tray, carrying a steaming bowl of oyakodon and two warm towels beside it. She sets it next to him on the couch, kneeling on the floor in front of him, beside his knees. He gulps, suddenly aware at how compromising this position may seem. Though, he doesn’t mind it. He slowly reaches over to grab hold on the chopsticks, digging into the bowl of food to take a bite. It’s warm and soothing in his mouth, exactly what he needed.

“May I?” She peers up at him, pointing to his other hand, holding the damp towel.

He’s hesitant at first, aware that she’ll be touching him. This is definitely crossing a line, right? However, the thought of being pampered in this moment when he’s so fucking tired is too enticing to refuse. He stretches his arms out, offering his fist to her. She surrounds him in the soft fabric, rubbing gently between his knuckles, wiping away all the grime from tonight’s violence. His skin is on fire from her indirect touch and he can’t help but wonder what effect she could have on his body if she were actually touching him.

Skin in pristine condition, despite the temporary bruises, she switches to the other hand once he’s finished with his meal. He watches her in silence, holding back a moan, embarrassed at how much he’s enjoying this. She finishes him off with the second towel, the clean one, giving both hands a little massage. “Is that better?”

He nods, muttering a tired, “Thank you.”

She smiles, gaze flickering to the stains on his shirt. “I can wash this for you tomorrow. Just leave it in the laundry room.”

He nods again, unsure what else to say. She gets up, carrying the empty bowl and soiled towels back into the kitchen to clean up. It’s almost eleven now when Levi flips his wrist to check the time on his watch. Trains stop running by midnight, so he shouldn’t keep her here any longer. “You should head home now. It’s late,” he says, loud enough for her to hear. He stands up, slightly limping towards his bedroom to give her the payment. He slides an extra couple of bills to compensate for working overtime. Noticing how horrid he looks with blood all over him, he strips out of his shirt, thankful none of it seeped directly onto his skin. Without thinking, he rushes towards the front door, where she waits for him in her coat and shoes.

He hands her the money. “I’m giving you a small bonus today, just in case you’re wondering why there’s more in there.”

She glances at his chiseled abs before looking down at her feet. Heat rushes into his cheeks, finally aware that he’s shirtless in front of his housekeeper. This is definitely crossing a line.

“It’s okay, I don’t want the extra money,” she says.

“Take it. You’ve earned it,” he insists.

“I didn’t do it for that. I did it because I care about you. I want to - ” She gazes at him, swallowing hard, afraid to finish her thought.

There’s a flutter in his stomach as he steps closer to her, eager to hear it. “What?”

“I want to take care of you, Mr. Ackerman.”

It happens so fast that as soon as he realizes it, his lips are already on hers, kissing her passionately. His immediate reaction is to stop because he’s sure this isn’t what she intended. But when she places her hands on his chest, clinging to his bare skin to deepen the kiss, he can’t resist.

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Clothes are discarded on the way to his bedroom. By the time you’re lying flat on his mattress, you’re both completely naked, him on top of you, caging you between his muscular arms. He kisses your figure, from your neck trailing down to your chest, his lips puckered at your nipple, sucking on it until it’s taut in his mouth. One hand travels along the curve of your hips, then the plush of your inner thigh, until he’s pressed to your throbbing clit. “Can I touch you here?” he asks, his voice low and trembling.

“Yes,” you breathe out, completely enraptured by him.

He flicks your bud with his middle finger, tapping on it until it’s puffy against him. He glides down to your wet slit, collecting your arousal to smear onto your clit, rubbing it faster. Pleasure courses through you as you whine into his mouth, kissing him sloppily. Soon, he slips inside you, pumping two of his fingers in and out of your pussy. You squirm for him, so close to your climax.

“You like my fingers inside this fucking cunt, huh?” he growls into your ear. He pulls out, stroking your clit with his wet digits. “How about here? You like them on your little clit too, right pretty girl?”

Your tongue lolls out of your mouth, eyes glazed over in a daze. “Yes, Mr. Ackerman. Fuck.”

“Levi,” he grunts, circling your bud. “I told you to call me Levi.” He slips back in, pummeling your pussy while his thumb taps on your swollen core.

You grab the bedsheets beneath you, clenching it between your fists, bucking your hips towards him, approaching your orgasm. “Coming,” you manage to whimper, unraveling. He slows his pace, riding it out with you until you relax in his hold, spent and blissed out.

There’s a wild look in his eyes, animalistic almost. He removes himself from you, bringing his wet fingers to your mouth, inching them past your lips. “Taste yourself for me.”

You obey, opening wide for him to swipe your own cum across your tongue. He sticks it further down your throat while you surround him, sucking your slick off. His erection is hard against you, begging for attention. You slide your hand between his thighs, palming at his stiff cock, twitching at your touch.

“Fuck,” he swears under his breath. You start stroking him, his cock hot and pulsating in your fist. He bucks into your grasp, moaning as you rub your thumb over his glossy tip, making him shudder. “You’re driving me fucking crazy, fuck. Get on top of me. Please. Need to taste you.”

You obey, readjusting yourself to straddle his face, lowering yourself carefully until your pressed to his open mouth. “Just enjoy it, sweetheart. You’ve earned it,” he says before lapping you up greedily. You ride his face, dragging your pussy lips across his flattened tongue, moaning when he puckers around you, suckling on your swelling bud. He’s sloppy and noisy, exactly how you like it. You find yourself unraveling quickly above him, convinced you can come just like this, without him entering you at all. He senses this, grabbing firmly to your ass cheeks, guiding you to rock against him faster. “That’s it, princess. Come for me,” he muffles against your skin, slurping at your leaking cunt. No longer able to resist, you moan loudly, reaching your climax, gushing all over his face. He smacks your ass, licking off every drop of your arousal before removing himself from you. “I need to be inside you. Need to fuck this pretty pussy right fucking now.”

All control lost, you whine, “Fuck me, Levi. Fuck me, please.”

He positions himself behind you, dragging your bottom towards him, rubbing his erection between your ass cheeks. “Think you’ve earned this cock? Think you deserve it?”

You nod frantically. “Yes. I’ve been so good.”

He chuckles, guiding himself inside you, stretching you out slowly as he inches his way deeper. “You’re right. You’ve been very good. You are good. So fucking good to me.” He pounds into you, fucking your sweet spot, chasing that high you’re both so desperate to reach. After a few more thrusts, your pussy squeezes around him, coming once more. He follows with his own orgasm, shooting his load inside you, filling you up with his cum.

He pulls out, rolling beside you, breathing heavily. You turn to your side, facing him, your senses gradually returning. He glances at you and breaks into a smile, the first you’ve ever seen from him. “Don’t look at me like that.”

You grin, scooting closer to nuzzle your nose with his. “Like what?”

His eyes gaze into yours, flickering down your lips. “Like you want to kiss me.”

You inch closer. “Why is that so bad?”

“Because I won’t be able to stop,” he whispers, closing the gap, kissing you.

~~~

On her last day, Levi leaves her final payment on the top of his dresser. It’s next to a thicker envelope that she’s collected the entirety of her father’s debt in, ready to hand over to Kenny first thing in the morning. She could have paid it off sooner, a week sooner, to be exact. But she decides to finish the remainder of the month employed as Levi’s housekeeper. She doesn’t explain why, and he doesn’t ask.

They snuggle together in his bed, ready to sleep after fucking each other stupid just minutes earlier. This is another added part of their routine. Sometimes, she leaves to check in on her mother back home. Other times, she stays the night, which Levi prefers, though he won’t admit it out loud. It’s the best sleep he’s gotten in years.

He can tell she’s on the verge of sleep by the way her eyes flutter closed and how her head falls into his chest, relaxed. His mind is racing with thoughts, so he’s wide awake, wondering what tomorrow will hold. Will she say goodbye to him forever? Is this really over? What will he do when she’s gone?

He realizes his true feelings for her almost immediately after they begin sleeping together. He’s never relinquished control to anyone else before. But for him, giving it to her was easy. Maybe because he knew he could trust her. Though, now with her employment coming to an end, he’s not so sure what to think.

“Levi?” Her soft voice surprises him.

“Hey,” he whispers. “Go back to sleep.”

She tips her chin up, peering at him. “Not yet. I want to say something to you.”

He stares at her, confused and anxious, listening. “I care about you, Levi. I don’t want this to stop just because whatever arrangement we had before is over.”

He swallows hard, trying to maintain a neutral expression as his heart races with joy. “So, what then? Do you want to keep being my housekeeper? I already feel weird paying you because of what we do.”

She giggles, shaking her head. “I don’t want to be your housekeeper. I want to be your girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?”

“Yes, Levi. Your girlfriend,” she reiterates, smiling.

He lets out a small laugh. “That sounds so normal.”

She cups his face, squeezing his cheeks. “Well, maybe Mr. Ackerman deserves a little something normal for once.”

He chuckles, nuzzling into her touch. “So, how is this going to work, then? You being my girlfriend.”

“Well, I’ll get my old job back. And in the meantime, I can move in here so I can still do all the cooking and cleaning.”

“No,” he interjects. “Together. We’ll cook and clean together. Like a normal couple.”

She beams at him. “Alright. Together it is, then.”

He allows himself to smile completely now, pressing his forehead to hers. “Can it really be this simple?”

“I think it can,” she replies. “It’s worth a shot, right?”

For most of his life, Levi has never had it easy. Thirty years later, he finally has a chance at something normal, something good. Does he deserve it? With her by his side, holding his hand so lovingly in hers, he actually believes it. “Yeah. You’re absolutely right.”

#levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi aot #levi x you #levi smut #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman x female reader #aot smut #attack on titan smut #aot x reader #aot fluff #attack on titan x reader #y2k karaoke party #milestone event

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faeriekit · 6 months

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Health and Hybrids (XV)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWOis here PART THREE is here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and PART SEVEN is here PART EIGHT is here PART NINE is here PART TEN is here PART ELEVEN is here PART TWELVE is here PART THIRTEEN is here PART FOURTEEN is here and this is part fifteen...somehow...

💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts

Where we last left off... Author regrets both use of Roman numerals and Old English but you know what? We ballin'. Also Danny woke up! With only some complications! woohoo! 🎉

Trigger warnings for this story: body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) | my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

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Danny comes in and out of consciousness in bursts.

Wherever he is, it’s not the Guys in White. He rules that out very, very quickly.

For one. The Guys in White would not hire a lady to sit around and mind him constantly. He has— The same few doctors come in and out of green-tinged vision consistently. Their tags are different de-saturated colors, but he can recognize most of them.

And, somehow, the lady is there. If not at his side immediately, at his side quickly enough.

With his space shuttle.

With a grip toy.

With…oatmeal.

The oatmeal is what really clues Danny in that this can’t be the GIW.

The GIW would never waste human food on him. Never. It creates too much of a logistical mess: a paper trail of payments, feeding people that don’t exist; the need for cleanup of bio-waste that no one wants to deal with; the cleaning and sanitizing of utensils, which could easily contaminate a living person.

And yet. There is oatmeal.

Mushy, unappetizing oatmeal.

The lady feeds it to him when she’s around. She spoons it into his mouth, quietly chatting all the while. She could be telling him how she’s going to cut out his organs to be chopped up and mounted on glass slides for investigation for all that Danny knows, but still, very patiently, she spoonfeeds him little mouthfuls of oatmeal.

She waits for him to swallow every time. If he stops eating, she lets him stop.

It’s kind. It’s gentle.

It’s…it’s the nicest thing Danny’s had in a long time.

It’s so nice that he stops being overtly weird when the doctors come in. He knows it’s a bad idea. He knows he’s shooting himself in the foot probably.

But…but no one is being mean to him. Everyone is being careful. Gentle.

Quiet. Slow. Obvious.

One of the doctors drops a meal tray once and everyone rushes to quiet it, to check that he’s settled, to…comfort? Him?

The oatmeal tastes bad, by the way. It’s also how he finds out part of his tongue is numb.

Or maybe it tastes bad because some of his tongue is numb.

Either way. Ew. It’s bland and it tastes bad and Danny has to finish all of it, even though he has an IV in him that puts food into him.

His IV itches. He’s sad that he can’t move and can’t protect himself. He’s tired and he’s bored of sitting here. He doesn’t know where he is and no one can tell him because he can’t understand them.

There’s no TV.

There are other concerns to be worried about, but Danny would like a television, please. Something with news on it. Something that could ground him in a location, or a place, or…

The air hisses. For a moment, breathing is going to be easier as the air cycles. It hurts, still, to breathe—the GIW hadn’t thought Danny needed to breathe, so they hadn’t put him back together right. He breathes through cobbled-together organs and raw pink seams, but yet. He breathes.

Danny lays there, and he breathes. He clutches his space shuttle toy between his wrist and his thigh, because he can.

There’s a whisper against the door. The heavy mechanisms of the door clank out of place.

Danny’s eyelids flutter as they fail to either open or close. The green in his vision bunches and falls as they try. The lady must be back.

Surely, enough, she is. Her paper gown is a mint blue today. It matches her mask and her gloves, but not her pinkish-grey shoes. She comes through the door, and—

—there’s something behind her.

It’s. They’re. Humanoid? They’re…green?

Danny stares, his head against the pillow, his eyes wide. They’re. They’re floating.

He can’t stop staring. His eyelids don’t even twitch. The lady walks to his bedside, and the…the other one follows him.

“Wel mette,” the lady greets him again, her fingers on the very corner of his mattress and no further. “Eom hebbjan ure freond.”

Danny has no idea what that means. He stares; he stares at the…their… Is that a ghost? Is a ghost just…walking around??

The—the being has—their head isn’t super. Humanoid. It’s more oval and angular, to be honest. But the rest of them is; their outfit is certainly out of the world Danny has grown up in, and is mostly constructed of straps crossing around the larger shapes of their body. And a…cloak…?

Is this a ghost?? It has to be, right? But a ghost of what??

There’s a sensation. Danny doesn’t have control over his body in the way that he’s used to, but this sensation isn’t aimed at his—it doesn’t—it’s not physical. It’s just a touch. A feeling.

Like he thought. A sensation. But still. Its presence is…Danny’s pretty sure it’s a greeting.

He…he doesn’t greet back. He doesn’t know if this is a friend.

…Lots of ghosts pretend to be something they’re not. He doesn’t know who this ghost is. He doesn’t know who this lady is. His head hurts and it’s hard to think and he knows everyone just wants to hurt him even when they pretend not to. Or they don’t even know it yet.

So he turns his head and pretends he’s dead. (Or. Uh. Dead-er.) Dead things don’t have thoughts, duh. You can’t read mine if I don’t have any!

The ghost drifts closer. Danny can’t move—he can’t run, can barely flinch—but he can feel how taut he gets the closer they get, the further they get into his personal bubble.

The greeting comes again. It’s quieter on the second round. Gentler. The ghost is trying not to scare him, is trying not to hurt him. Just careful, gentle contact.

Danny squeezes his eyes closed. It doesn’t work (whoops) because his eyes don’t close right (he forgot about that) and then his head hurts a lot because he’s working a whole lot of muscles who were not prepared to put in so much effort at the drop of a hat.

The greeting turns a little…melancholy. It matches the tone that the lady takes on when Danny’s breathing stutters and his body screams with exhaustion he can’t shake.

He doesn’t want it. He doesn’t want to talk to anyone. He doesn’t want to be poked and prodded and then attacked when the ghost realizes Danny’s not Fun the way the ghosts want him to be—willing to play around when people get hurt or ignore the pain around them. Danny just wants to be left alone.

The greeting is gently let go. From the ghost comes a question—something soft. Something celestial. Danny can’t tell the specifics, but there are moons and stars in the question.

…His fingers flex around the plastic shell of his model shuttle. There’s. He’s. Space?

The green ghost turns to the lady. “Læt uns ga an wealc”, they say, in that English Danny doesn’t know and doesn’t understand.

The lady says something back to them. They say something back to the lady. The lady goes to the wall, where there is a phone, and says something.

Danny tenses. This is it. She’s calling in for backup. More people are coming and it’s going to hurt.

The phone call ends. The lady comes back and Danny tenses—

But there’s nowhere to run and his physical body is too weak to hide properly. She reaches his bedside, reaches out her arms, and Danny flinches away.

He can’t shut his eyes. He can’t stop seeing her outstretched arms because he can’t shut his eyes.

“Mæg eom ahebbe eow?”

Danny doesn’t know what that means!!!

The ghost brushes their fingers up against the steel rail of Danny’s cot. There’s an image—of the lady, clear as day, in a red and blue and gold outfit, bridal-carrying someone from building rubble. There’s a prodding at his core that says you, there, in particular.

He’s dumbfounded. Like, to lift? To lift him?

There’s a sense of agreement, and then the image of a cot with wheels. The wheels are the focus of the message.

…They’re asking Danny permission? To go somewhere?

On one hand, no, Danny doesn’t want to be any further complicit into whatever horrible kidnapping scheme this probably is. This place sucks. He doesn’t want to see more of it. This is the second worst kidnapping he’s ever had and he wants no part in it.

On the other hand, however, this place sucks, and getting out of here, even if only temporarily…

Danny licks his lips. There’s craters in the soft tissue. He tastes orange pixie sticks and the sour tang of battery acid.

If Danny is very, very smart. And very, very careful. And very, very quiet… Well. What are the chances they wheel him past the exit on this excursion?

Sure, they’re pretty low. But there’s hope.

Danny hasn’t had hope in ages.

He nods. He hates that he does—his neck jerks upwards, and then he’s sore and tired everywhere and in his head and neck and shoulders, and he’s not going to be able to move much more than that for literal hours (sorry, oatmeal mush), and he’s said yes.

“Þancie eow!” the lady says, and the ghost translates that for him as thank you and then she lifts Danny up off the bed cot he lives on like he’s still a ghost, and not made of heavy, teenage flesh. Wow is she strong. Danny hopes her job isn’t to hurt him. Otherwise he’s going to be a smear of green on the wall and then what would the point of inspecting his insides be??

Danny gets lifted. Danny gets carried.

(It’s not an amazing experience on his aching body. He thinks some of his bruises start to leak ectoplasm in self defense. Her arms are as stiff as rocks.)

Being lifted is also how Danny finds out there’s something caging his legs. They don’t seem to be caged together—they hang individually—but they keep them taut and aligned so that all the pressure of being lifted is on his hips, and not his legs. Considering that Danny’s received pretty medium care for his troubles…that doesn’t bode well for whatever state his legs are in.

Danny gets gently, gently placed down onto a new cot. The side bars are metal, but thinner than on the bed he woke up on.

The world starts to move.

Oh. They’re moving. Danny’s moving.

It’s kind of startling. The world’s been so static and fuzzy for so long, and now he’s bedridden but moving.

The ghost opens the door, and Danny’s still body and the bed follow with it. The lady has to be pushing, then. They go through it and—

—Danny blearily squints. Ow. Bright.

Bright, LED light follows Danny down steel hallways and past strangers in bright outfits, their colors pale and washed out by Danny’s attempts to squeeze green eyelids together and stop seeing everything.

He wants to stop. This is too much. He bites his lip—jaw aching—and grunts—throat tearing—and—

The ghost that keeps trying to talk to him sends some other emotion, and Danny purposefully ignores them. It’s easy enough to block things you don’t want to feel. The green wall of a body floats out in front of him to open another door, and Danny is pushed inside.

The lights are off in here. The tension in Danny’s forehead gets a little quieter. That’s…nice. It makes the window in the room seem bigger and brighter, and—

Danny jerks. His whole body screams at him as he claws against the cot, trying to get closer, closer—

He hurts something in his back. He can tell. There’s something in his hips that’s strained, or possibly fractured, as he climbs across a horizontal surface. The beings around him make worried, scared noises, and that doesn’t matter right up until the bed moves so Danny can push his face right up against the glass.

Because that’s space out there. The stars are out there. And Danny is so, so close to them.

It’s so…

…Danny doesn’t know how much time he loses to starlight before he falls asleep.

“Did you see!” Diana gushes, the windows going by. The cot (and the alien in it) she pushes through the hall, the occasional curious eye turning to them as they go past. “J’onn, did you see, he had glowed! I know we had hoped that he would be receptive, but—“

“Diana,” J’onn murmurs, his voice low. Wonder Woman’s head tilts to find him behind her, and she only slows just enough to not run the cot or its occupant into any unsuspecting superheroes.

The first fear is for the worst scenario. “Did the excursion hurt him?”

The Martian hesitates. “…No,” he says, and nothing more. He drifts forward to the metaphorical prow of their vehicle, and Diana sets her shoulders into generating momentum. J’onn opens doors for them as they pass.

The alien child isn’t awake to consent to be returned to his newly cleaned bed, but Diana feels secure enough returning him to his usual haunt that she proceeds to do so.

Even when physical, he is frighteningly limp in her arms.

She takes care to support his head as she pulls him up to her chest. He is so fragile. When the light comes across his face as he moves, parts of his face are still ominously transparent. Ominously liquid. Ominously green.

Diana should not be able to see the inner airways of his nose, nor the thin, still-healing holes in his skull, or his irises while his eyes try in vain to shut with skin they do not have.

She lays him down. Gently, she tucks him under thin sheets with gloved hands.

J’onn drifts over to her side. His feet haven’t touched the ground—not since he was reminded that visible signs of non-human life might be reassuring to a non-human. “He doesn’t remember us,” he says. Diana hears him.

And then she hears him.

“He what?”

“He has no memory of his time on the base. He has no memory yourself, of our previous communication, of the junior heroes… He has no understanding of the layout of the base, nor of things we had already established: my status as an alien lifeform to Earth and the base’s lunar occupancy. As far as he knows, he woke up here a week and a half ago to strangers having taking up a caretaker’s role, and he doesn’t know why and if we will harm him.”

Diana stills. She…takes a deep breath.

“Alright,” she whispers. And then, louder: “Alright. We can fix this.”

And they will, although it will take time, because even if he doesn’t remember them, Diana knows him—a child with too much fear, who likes to be around others, who occasionally plays around but likes his boundaries respected. A child who put glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling.

“Oh,” Diana realizes at last, reaching a point J’onn had already understood: “Impulse is going to be so disappointed.”

#Bart guarding his friend's stuff in the other room: I sense something Not Cool :(#Kon: whoah are you psychic?? Can I get a reading??#*they proceed to distract themselves for an hour before remembering the Not Cool Vibe Bart felt*#health and hybrids #dp x dc #danny phantom #dpxdc #dcxdp #tw gore #tw medical #tw body horror #dcu crossover

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nicolegmattos · 3 months

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So I thought I’d organize my blog before I start posting too much (more than I already am lol) and end up getting lost on my own mess.

Please feel free to ask any questions and make requests (one shots, incorrect quotes, poems…) or suggestions. I love writing and will gladly take them.

For now this is mainly a Good Omens blog but let’s see where Tumblr takes us.

Now don’t mind me, I’ll just leave this awfully long post here. Scroll down all the way if you want. You might find something you like 🙃

TEXTS

Poems

Everything I Lost

You Won’t Fall

I Fell For You

I’ll Never Be That Me Again

Good at Failing

One Shots

I Miss You

Together

Aziracrow React

TV Show Aziracrow X Book Aziracrow

Book Aziracrow Watch The Final Fifteen

Book Crowley’s New Look

Aziracrow Find Out About Tumblr

Book Aziracrow meet TV Show Crowley

Book Crowley and TV Crowley Swap

Aziracrow Coded

Good Omens X Epic: The Musical

Gabriel vs Crowley (Hazbin Hotel scene)

The Final Fifteen (by Hazbin Hotel)

Crowley X Varian (Tangled: The Series)

INCORRECT QUOTES

Good Omens

Strong or Weak

Where Gabriel Finally Realizes Crowley was Bildad the Shuhite

Pretending Gabriel is Invisible

Terrible Cooker

How to Win an Argument

Aziracrow Compete in a Game Show

Ineffable Twister

Accept Your Flaws

Under the Mistletoe

What’s up Anathema’s Sleeve?

When Aziracrow Fight

Nobody Died

Hazbin Hotel

Lucifer’s Perspective

GOOD OMENS FUN FACTS

“My Angel”

“Dear”

Bildad the Builder

“Southern Pansy”

Bildad is the new Barbie

Crowley’s Brazilian Voice Actor

MY CHRISTIAN BEST FRIEND REACTS TO GOOD OMENS

Season 1

Season 2

SOME STUFF

Funny Stuff

Good Omens

Loki

Cute Stuff

Sad Stuff (don’t say I didn’t warn you)

THOUGHTS, THEORIES, WISHES AND HEADCANONS

Good Omens

Jemima VS Gabriel (Jemima wins)

1941 photo

Good Omens book headcanon

Aziraphale and The Book Thief

“I won’t leave you on your own”

“Our car”

The “I Was Wrong”/“Apology” dance

“It’s always too late”

Aziraphale and the Good Omens Book

Special Spoilers S3

Angel Crowley X Eden Crowley

Cinematic Analysis of the Final Fifteen

Crowley loves rom-coms

S3 Ending

Free Will

Hazbin Hotel

Alastor’s Radio Broadcast

What I need to know/see in S2

I REACT TO…

The Good Omens Book

Staged

ASKS AND REQUESTS

TAGGING GAMES

MY FAVORITES

Good Omens

Fanarts

Reblogs

Hazbin Hotel

Fanarts

OTHERS

My mom and Good Omens

Crowley X Aziraphale

My journey on Tumblr

Good Omens Project (scenes)

Good Omens Cosplays

I knew DT and MS before knowing I knew them

Aziracrow have a specific type

I could fix them but they’d convince me instead

Playing Just Dance with my brother will never be tedious lol

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safetycar-restart · 6 months

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okay so all i can think about rn for corruption kink is like poly!vr46 like you and bezz teaching the omegas on how to get through their heats if you guys for some reason can’t be there. like you’re all curled up in the nest and one of the pups just starts grinding against you because he needs help and he’s just so horny and wants his alpha to fix it and make it better.

corruption kink also lowkey fits sub!oscar like he’s just so subby and doesn’t know what to do and he just wants his dom to help him but she’s far away for some reason so he facetimes her and is like help meeeeeee. so she teaches him how over the phone?

i don’t know it’s all just kinda brain rot atm but have a good day!

🔙🦴anon

Listen if this is your idea of brainrot then please continue because oh my god this is great. I’m gonna discuss each of these ideas, because of course.

POLY!VR46:

(For context, this is an au we discuss sometimes where Bez and reader are alphas and the rest of the academy are all omegas. You start off just dating Bez but slowly you and Bez kinda become the joint alphas for the entire academy)

So firstly, Bez would be SO into the idea of corrupting his cute omega pack mates. He LOVES wrecking them, isnt finished with them until they’re covered in cum and unable to remember their own names. So corruption kink? Absolutely.

I think it starts off pretty organically? Like you don’t plan it, but one day you and Bez are cuddling with Cele and discussing when Cele’s next heat is. You both realise that while you’ll try your best to get there, there’s a genuine chance Cele might have to spend the first day or two on his own.

And he is NOT pleased with this at all. Especially not because just the week before you and Bez had tagged teamed and fucked Pecco silly during his heat. Cele wants the same!!!

You try to reassure him that you’ll be there as soon as you can and remind him that he can look after himself. Bez pipes up then, telling Cele he can use dildos on himself and make himself cum over and over again.

Which of course gets Cele a little riled up and then suddenly you’ve got a whiney, pouty omega grinding against you and asking what he must do to himself. And Bez, the master of dirty talk, is more than happy to educate Cele on the things he can do, whispering absolute filth into his ear. While he does this, you move your hands to Cele’s hips and start directing his grinding, basically making him hump your thigh.

The poor thing leave a little puddle of slick on your thigh when he cums.

(And then a few days later you have all the other omegas demanding the same attention because they heard what you and Bez did to Cele)

SUB!OSCAR:

Yeah he’s such a subby baby!! He gets into this headspace where he just feels completely useless and dumb? And then even though he’s rock hard and more than capable of jerking himself off, he can’t!!! He’s too subby for that, all he can do it whine and huff and spam message you until you give in and FaceTime him.

The moment he answers, you’re greeted by a very pouty Oscar. His hair is a mess and his lips are bright red from how he’s been biting them.

When you ask what’s wrong, he just mumbles “help me” and then unceremoniously flips the camera so you can see the bulge in his boxers. You get it then, he’s all subby and very unhappy there’s no one around to play with his cock.

You tell him that you’ll help him, that he can make himself feel good if he just listens to you. At first he’s uncertain, not liking the idea of doing any of it himself but you promise him that he just needs to listen to you, he won’t have to think at all.

You ‘teach’ him how to hump a pillow, which is something you’ve had him do so many times before but you know he’d get all whiney and unhappy if you didn’t give him precise instructions and act like he’s never done this before.

He sounds so shocked when he tries and it feels good? He babbles on and on about how good it feels and thanks you for showing him and promises he’s being a good boy.

(Arguably good boys don’t spam you until you call them and then show you their cock unprompted but oh well, at least he’s cute)

#poly!vr46 #omega!driver/rider #mb #nsfw.#gn!reader #sub!oscar #oscarp #kinktober tag #🔙🦴

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nekoannie-chan · 8 months

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“Are we friends?”

“I don’t think so”

Title: “Are we friends?” ”I don’t think so”

Ship: Ororo Munroe & Lorna Dane (Friendship).

Word count: 562 words.

Rating: Teen.

Square: B5 “Roommates”.

Summary: Lorna and Ororo have to share Ororo’s bedroom, what could be the problem?

Warnings/Tags: Arguing, the school was damage, sharing a bedroom.

A/N: This is my entry to @marvelrarepairbingo @marvelrarepairs MarvelRarePair Bingo Round 2 2023. Annie MRP-066.

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

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After the last attack that the School for Young Talents suffered, they had to undergo a restructuring in which some mutants had to share rooms. In one of the rooms, Lorna Dane and Ororo Munroe had to share the second one; at the beginning, their coexistence was not easy at all.

The differences between them did not take long to appear, and soon they began to clash due to their opposing ways of being. They argued about how to organize their belongings, about thermostat control, and even about the choice of music to listen to. Their powers also aggravated tensions: Lorna would accidentally mess up Ororo's magnetic objects, while the latter made it rain in the room every time she got angry.

The atmosphere became increasingly hostile, and the conflict between the two girls came to a head one rainy afternoon. Lorna lost her patience and decided to confront Ororo directly. They shouted hurtful words at each other and let their powers loose in a show of force. The room was left topsy-turvy, filled with objects moved by Lorna's magnetism and driven mad by Ororo's emotions.

As the dust settled, both girls realized the madness into which they had plunged. Both were emotionally and physically drained. They looked at each other with regretful glances and realized that their rivalry was only making things worse.

That night, after an uncomfortable silence, Lorna decided to talk to Ororo. She apologized for her attitude, acknowledging that her manner could sometimes be difficult to handle because of how proud she was, while Ororo admitted that her stubbornness had also contributed to the conflict.

Over time, the two girls began to find common ground. They discovered that they both had similar dreams and goals and that, at their core, they shared a struggle to find their place in a world that didn't always understand them. They realized that they could learn a lot from each other and that, by pooling their powers, they could be a formidable team.

They decided to establish rules for living together in their bedroom and, little by little, began to develop a genuine friendship. They supported each other in their training, shared their experiences and advice, and learned to accept and appreciate their differences.

Together, they faced challenges and dangers, but always as a team. Their combined powers became more powerful and precise. The initial enmity seemed insurmountable; however, they were not friends either, but they did respect each other.

"Are you and Ororo friends?" Sonia was intrigued.

"Well... "

"What's going on?" Ororo interrupted.

"Sonia is being nosy," Lorna replied, pushing Sonia away.

But Lorna didn't count on the fact that Ororo had heard, so she decided to ask her the question later that afternoon.

"Are we friends?" Ororo questioned.

"I don't think so, although I think we are a good team," Lorna answered honestly. "I can't deny that we've come a long way since we started sharing this room. We've learned to work together, to respect, and to support each other. Even if I wouldn't have admitted it at first, I have come to value our relationship very much. "

Ororo nodded, listening carefully to Lorna's words. "I agree with you."

A noise brought them out of the harmony in the room; it was a new mission.

"It seems we have work to do," Lorna commented after seeing the message.

#marvelrarepairbingo #mrpbingo #Lorna dane #ororo munroe

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acephysicskarkat · 1 year

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did you think I was going to stop ranting about sp0p’s problems just because it’s a new year? thought i was going to make a clean break? tough fucking luck babes! today’s ramble is on That Thing You Like That Is Also Toxic, a thing that, for example, @adora-deserves-better has been seeing in the old ask box this evening.

as a courtesy note, as I’ve picked up one or two non-pornbot follows from people fleeing the birdsite implosion, if you do not want to see this stuff, please take this opportunity to blacklist “#spopcrit”, which has been my tag for this ongoing narrative and thematic autopsy for at least a year now. I promise that I don’t actually discuss this very often, I think at this point I’ve mostly said what I need to say (hell, even this is kind of a rehash of points I’ve made before, I just can’t be fucked tracking down those posts), but sometimes I do feel the need to dissect another organ to further look into what went wrong.

Anyway.

So the thing about fiction is that sometimes fictional romances are toxic. This is not, in itself, a problem; what matters is the handling of the toxicity.

As a case study, let’s look at the distinguished connoisseur’s enemies-to-lovers arc set in a science fantasy setting with a religious space empire and starring a lesbian with a big sword and a mysterious past, the Locked Tomb. Gideon and Harrow’s relationship is an unhinged mess of cosmic proportions. Harrow literally invented an entirely new way of having an unhealthy relationship just for this romance, and it involved brain surgery, which she performed on herself, at seventeen.

However.

The bit where this holds together is that the messiness and toxicity and general fuckery of the relationship is not an error on Tamsyn Muir’s part. It is a part of the narrative that Muir talks about in interviews. Exploring the mess and how it unfolds is a noticeable part of the plot.

It is, essentially, supposed to be kinda fucked.

This is where SP0P runs into its final season problems, because the framing and narrative treatment is not that this relationship is kinda fucked; it’s supposed to be Big and Heartwarming and they will beat you to death with scenes of them in Elysian-esque fields under golden light to make sure you know that...but that meshes poorly with the prior parts of the story, because as of S2-S3, this relationship was absolutely kinda fucked, there are entire episodes about how and why it’s kinda fucked, and, no matter what S5 thinks, it takes more than one apology to fix that.

The romance doesn’t work as narrative or thematic payoff because the show was previously making a big deal about themes that the romance actively harms, and the transition between the two stages is not smooth and does not feel natural. “The point of C*tra’s story is to explore what happens when you’re the toxic friend” meshes poorly with a final season that is all about everyone hastily forgiving C*tra for being the toxic friend and the people she hurt being stripped of agency to avoid any discomfort for the writers. “Abuse is bad” is absolutely a smart thing to say, but you lose a lot of points when you throw in “but also, the things my favourite character does that are totally indistinguishable from abuse are fine and romantic, actually.” They put in an actually really good episode about how C*tra’s obsession with Adora is wildly unhealthy and harmful to them both, and that she should just move on and let go, and then paid off absolutely none of that foreshadowing because it might make the shippers sad. Hell, Stevenson put “Learn to Let Go” on a C*tra playlist and then wrote an endgame about rewarding C*tra for not learning to let go!

The reason why C*tradora grinds my gears where, say, Griddlehark doesn’t is that Griddlehark is about taking a toxic mess, acknowledging that it’s a toxic mess and exploring how that toxic mess develops, and C*tradora is about taking a toxic mess, rushing through a kinda bad redemption arc that doesn’t meaningfully address the toxicity of the mess, and then just declaring it to be Officially Fine Now so that the showrunner’s favourite character can have a happy ending to a tremendously disappointing character arc.

(Also the pacing is bad and it ends up killing all the foreshadowing for actual interesting things the show had been doing in order to focus on C*tra whining about not being forgiven fast enough and how everything is still Adora’s fault, a thing that is vastly less sympathetic than the writers seem to think it is, but as ever, one crisis at a time!)

#spopcrit #tlt spoilers #locked tomb spoilers

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plaidbooks · 2 years

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SFW Alphabet - Joe Velasco

I really want to write for Joe, so this is my tester of getting his personality down. I tagging my normal taglist; let me know if you want on/off for Joe. Also, I mention religion at one point, so if that’s gonna be a thing, just don’t read it.

Taglist: @witches-unruly-heart @beccabarba @thatesqcrush @itsjustmyfantasyroom @permanentlydizzy @ben-c-group-therapy @infiniteoddball @glowingmess @whimsicallymad @lv7867 @storiesofsvu @cycat4077 @alwaysachorusgirl @glimmerglittergirl @joanofarkansass @caracalwithchips @beardsanddetectives

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

At first, Joe is a little skittish. He hesitates to hold your hand and is known to give you a hug in greeting before seemingly remembering himself and quickly dropping his arms, a blush on his cheeks. But once you’re dating, then he’s very touchy. It’s almost as if he thinks you’ll disappear if he’s not holding onto you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Joe’s as sweet as they come; he’s willing to offer you a ride (or get a call in the middle of the night to pick you up), take you out for drinks if you need it, fake date for a wedding or to make someone jealous. Anything you need, and he’s just a phone call away.

You met randomly; he was canvasing (or otherwise working), and he comes over to ask you questions. He passes you his card with a soft smile, and you grin back. Neither of you could say how it evolved from there—you both just started talking, then meeting for drinks, and suddenly you were best friends.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

As mentioned above, Joe loves to cuddle, but it’ll take him a little to open up. Though he’s had previous relationships before (and is more than experienced in the bedroom), he’s a little shaky with feelings and relationships. If you ask to cuddle, then he’ll cuddle dutifully with you. But it takes him a bit before he initiates.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Joe wants to find the one, but he’s not too worried about marriage or children. He’d rather just find his person, so that he has someone waiting for him at home. Someone he can love, and someone who loves him unconditionally.

He’s pretty good about doing chores. He’s not the biggest cook; he’s lived alone for so long and knows how to cook a couple things really well, but otherwise, he’ll follow a recipe book or you two can cook together (and make a mess). He’s a pretty clean guy, but not the most organized.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Joe would be upset, of course, but he’d hold his emotions in check until he’s alone. He does it in person, somewhere semi-public (not in fear of you causing a scene, but to have a good, final meal and talk with you).

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

It’s all up to you; Joe is Catholic, but he’s not really “practicing.” He’ll go to church when working hard cases, but he’s not worried about marriage or pre-marital sex. If you want to get engaged/married, then he’ll do it to please you, but he’s also okay with just having a domestic partnership.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Joe is gentle. Sure, he’s a charmer and will tease you lovingly, but, as mentioned before, he’s still completely new to the whole “feelings” thing in a relationship. He really loves communication with you; sitting, talking, figuring out things from dinner that night to the nitty gritty of a relationship is his favorite pastime.

Physically, his touches and kisses are soft. It’s not that he fears hurting you, but he sees you as a piece of art; a full masterpiece. He feels like he should worship you, find your weak spots and gently coax your pleasure from you. That being said, if you asked him to be rougher, he will oblige.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

In the beginning, when he’s still nervous, Joe’s hugs are awkward, one-armed, and short. Later, however, he’s the type to engulf you completely, arms wrapped tightly around you, face in the crook of your neck, and his chest pressed to yours. He’s also the type to rub his nose along your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin and muttering a soft word into your ear.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Joe’s not positive what love really is. He’d take longer than most to come to the conclusion, but you already know; he shows it in all of his actions. It’s not something either of you blurt out randomly; in fact, neither of you say it casually. It’s born from a conversation one night—he’s not too sure what it is still, and you don’t want to freak him out. So, it’s a mutual talk about feelings and you say something like, “I’m…pretty sure what I feel for you is love, Jose. You don’t have to say it back; I just want you to know where I am.”

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Joe is not the jealous type; he trusts you completely. Because of his upbringing and career, he’s protective—a little bit of that “white knight” mentality, but he knows you can also take care of yourself. On the off chance that you make it known you’re uncomfortable, though, then he’ll play up the jealous boyfriend role, wrapping an arm around you and glaring at the offender. But it’s not real jealousy.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Joe’s kisses are slow, soft, like he’s trying his hardest to memorize every inch of you—no matter how many times he’s kissed you before. His lips are tender, moving against yours with skill and patience. He’ll only push his tongue into your mouth if you initiate.

He loves when you kiss his jaw down to his chest. Something about the look in your eyes as you glance up at him, lips and tongue on his pecs, that drives him absolutely wild.

That man loves your neck. You just make the best noises as he worships your skin (he won’t mark you unless you give him permission). He finds every spot that makes you take a sharp breath, the spots that makes you huff his name, and the spots that make you shudder and squirm in his hold.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Uncle Joe is great with kids! He knows what it’s like to be small and scared of authority, so he’s the most unimposing cop in the world. He also knows a little bit of everything—he has a TikTok to connect with that generation, he knows sports, he knows video games, and he knows an assortment of random facts.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Joe’s an early riser—he’s awake, showered, dressed, and fed by 7am. But on days off (whether yours alone, or both of yours), then he’ll be kind enough to cuddle with you. It’s rare that he’ll stay in bed past 10am, though—he’s usually up and making you breakfast (something simple but filled with love).

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

You’d think with how early he got up, he’d be in bed early. And while that’s kind of true, he’s able to stay up most of the night for work, too. On work nights, he’s normally in bed around 10 or 11pm, but on days off, he’ll stay up with you. Both of you sleep better next to each other, but unless you need him, he’ll be in bed before you (if you stay up late).

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Joe reveals things slowly—it’s almost a bartering system. You have to give up a piece of yourself to hear something of him. He’s quicker to tell you he doesn’t have a family anymore, really, but he’ll take a while to tell you why. But if you’ve been together long enough, you can get little tidbits from him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Not much angers Joe; it’s mostly work-related things. With you, it’s almost like he has infinite patience. Sure, he can be stubborn, latched onto something a little too tightly, but he doesn’t get angry. He’s spent so much of his life fearing anger, then being angry, that he just…gave up on it.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

You are stunned with how much Joe remembers. It’s like he has a file cabinet in his brain with your name on it, and he files everything you tell him away. One day, he brings you an obscure pastry because you mentioned having it on your tenth birthday and liking it. When you ask how the hell he remembered that, he shrugs and says, “I just remembered how your eyes lit up as you talked about it,” as if it’s that simple. You jokingly wonder if he’s bugged the apartment.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

As cliché as it sounds, the moment he realized he loved you (or at least had feelings for you). He caught your eye, and it was like fireworks went off. He almost becomes obsessed with his thoughts about you, not only wondering how your lips would feel against his, how your breath would feel on his skin, but he also wonders how you are in private. Do you watch funny cat videos to calm down? Do you like coffee? Tea? Neither? He just wants to know you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Joe puts a ton of effort in, but not in the way you’d think. Anniversaries, for example, aren’t about sharing an extravagant meal somewhere; he’d much rather do something that reminds him of you. Maybe he takes you to the botanical garden because he remembered you love plants, or you go to the little hole-in-the-wall burger joint because you mentioned ditching class with some friends senior years and going there.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Sometimes, he gets in a bit of a depressive funk. Joe had a lot of childhood (and teen) trauma; that combined with his work in SVU can really put him in a dark place. He’s also the type to want need to be alone while he works out his inner demons. It’s hard to leave him alone when he’s struggling, but he insists on it. As long as he knows you’re there for him, that’s all you can do.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s not overly concerned; he grooms himself and makes sure he’s presentable for work. He’s already lived the poor, dirty life, so he’ll keep himself hygienic. He’s more tempted to try with his looks when meeting your family, but at home, he’ll be in sweats and a loose shirt/tank top.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

At first, he’ll lie to himself and say he doesn’t need anyone to live; he’s been alone for so long, it’s comfortable. But by the time you’re having the “I love you” talk, he knows he can’t live a normal life without you. You’ve somehow snuck in and took his whole heart, and he trusts no one more than you with it.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Most of his previous relationships were either on-night stands, or casual dating (as in, casual sex). So, while he knows how to please someone in bed, he’s not used to the feelings that come along with a real relationship. But he’s willing to try, if only to get you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Joe’s not fond of drunks or people who get angry easily. He wants someone calm, someone who’s willing to sit and talk things out rather than pitching a fit (or worse, talking with their fists).

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He’s a light sleeper—he’s had to be to survive. Sometimes it’s hard for him to sleep in the city; it’s loud and wakes him up. At first, it’s a little hard for him to get used to you next to him, and all the sounds you make in sleep. The good news is that he can fall back asleep pretty quickly.

#joe velasco #joe velasco x reader #sfw alphabet #my writing

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owari-no-homo · 2 years

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Owari no Seraph Drama CD: Kakuse! Kurorekishi!! (Track 2)

Link to Track 1.

Link to the audio: https://soundcloud.com/namanari/02-2a-1?in=namanari/sets/owari-no-seraph-seraph-of-the-end-drama-cd-set-2

(note: * means I am unsure of the translation for whatever reason, and *** means I have no idea what the hell they're saying and just took my best guess)

Owari no Seraph - Drama CD, Track 2: Hide It! The Dark Past!!

This is the story of young high school stars risking their lives in the competitive world of show business… continued.

Yuu: Damn it, why do we have to clean the warehouse?

Yoichi: It can’t be helped, Yuu-kun, and I think this is actually a mercy. Normally, it wouldn't be strange to get fired.

Kimizuki: I was an idiot to go along with your plan…* Just shut up and clean the warehouse, idiot.

Shinoa: Once you finish sweeping the floor, it's time to organize the backs of the shelves~

Yuu: Why aren’t you cleaning? You were in on it too!

Shinoa: Oh, no~ please don't get the wrong idea. Regarding that matter, I’m only here to oversee the actions of you three.*

Yuu: What sophism. This is so unfair. Only Shinoa gets special treatment.

Kimizuki: You’re the ringleader*, so you should work the hardest!

Yuu: What was that? You were in on it too!

Kimizuki: No! I was just tagging along with you.

Yuu: Are you trying to pin all the blame on me?!

Kimizuki: It’s your fault!

Yuu: Bullshit!

Yoichi: Now, now, you two-

Yuu & Kimizuki: SHUT UP!

Yoichi: Ehhh? This pattern again?

Yuu: Oi. Let’s settle this, right here, right now.

Kimizuki: All right, let’s see if you’ve got the guts to go up against me.

Yoichi: Hey! Stop it!

Shinoa: Yoichi-san, it’s about time you gave up on Yuu.

Yoichi: But…

Yuu: You bastard!

Kimizuki: Don’t fuck with me!

Yuu: That hurts!

Kimizuki: That’s my line.

Yoichi: That sure was something.

Shinoa: It’s always the same with them. Why don't you at least check your surroundings before fighting?

Yuu: Is there anyone who would check their surroundings before fighting?!

Kimizuki: Oi. Let’s straighten out that fallen shelf.

Yuu: Tch.

Shinoa: Please put back the scattered luggage as well. Ah! You’re back to square one of your floor sweeping.

Yoichi: Ehhh?!

Yuu: All right already! Oi, let’s straighten this up.

Kimizuki: Damn!

Yuu: Ugh, what the hell is with this pile of DVDs? It’s such a mess!

Yoichi: You’re the one who messed it up, Yuu-kun!!

Yuu: Huh? What’s this?

Yoichi: Eh- what’s the matter?

Kimizuki: What is that? It’s got your name written on it.

Shinoa: Oh~? This is a recording of your audition, isn’t it?

Yuu: Wha-

Shinoa: And there just so happens to be a DVD player right over there!

Yuu: Oi, w-wait a sec! Let go! This ain't a store!

Shinoa: What are you talking about, Yuu-san? How could we possibly go on without having witnessed this amusing- ah, I mean, this very valuable item?

Yuu: Idiot! Stop!

Shinoa: What’s this~? The disc is getting sucked into the player!

Guren: All right. Next! Enter!

Yuu: Hyakuya Yuuichirou! I'm going to take the top spot in the entertainment industry!

Guren: Your projection* is good. So, which of your qualities are you most confident in?

Yuu: Most confident in… To be honest, I’m better than everyone at everything!

Guren: One hell of a guy came in…

Yuu: You don’t have to praise me.

Guren: Pfft- seriously?

Yuu: I’ll just get right to the point!

Guren: Ooh, let’s hear it.

Yuu: If you don’t take me, you’ll regret it later.

Guren: Pfft-

Yuu: Oh, did I say something weird?*

Guren: Ah- no. Sorry, but you see that camera over there? Go to it and say what you just said.*

Yuu: Okay! Uh, is this it?

Guren: Yeah. That camera.

Yuu: If you don’t take me, you’ll regret it later.

Guren: Y-You’re amazing.

Yuu: Right? That’s why you have to recruit me to the agency right away so I can debut!

Guren: Ohhh! That’s the spirit! You pass!

Yuu: R-Really?!

Guren: Pass training school so you can move on to becoming a star.* Work hard and make your debut!

Yuu: Woohoo! I’ll debut!

Guren: What’s with that guy? His projection* is good, and that stupid straightforwardness is way too funny! Looks like a good way to kill boredom! Hahahaha!!

Yuu: Seriously?

Kimizuki: HAHAHAHAHA!!!

Yoichi: T-The way you immediately agreed-***

Yuu: Can you not laugh at me too?!

Shinoa: Albeit by chance, we got to see something amusing, hm~?

Yuu: Haha, laugh it up while you can. If my audition tape is here, there should be others, right?

Kimizuki & Yoichi: Oh.

Yuu: You guys stay away from the DVDs!! … Hoho! Found Yoichi’s name!

Yoichi: Ehh?! Wait a minute!! Ah- hey-! You’re horrible! Kimizuki-kun, let go of me! After this, he might find yours, too!

Kimizuki: We don’t know that yet. Besides, even if you watch it, it’s not like I made any embarrassing mistakes.

Yoichi: WHA-

Yuu: Well then, Shinoa, I’ll leave it to you~

Yoichi: S-Stooop!

Shinoa: Oopsie, my hand slipped!

Guren: Next!

Yoichi: S-Saotome Yoichi! I-I’ll do my best! Looking forward to working with you!!

Guren: Hmm, you’re very stiff. It’s okay to relax. Just try being yourself.

Yoichi: O-Okay! T-T-T-T-Thank you v-v-very much…!

Guren: If you’re that nervous, you’re not cut out to be a celebrity.

Yoichi: Y-Yes, that's true…

Guren: Why are you aiming for it?

Yoichi: U-Um, well, I guess it's about my desires and interests?

Guren: You guess?* Ehm, sure, sure, desires and interests.

Yoichi: E-Ever since I was little, I've always been a plain, unassuming kid... I-I admired the lively kids* around me, and thought, "Maybe if I become a celebrity, I can be dazzling like them...", stuff like that. So I auditioned for this agency!

Guren: Ah… I see. All right! You’re hired.

Yoichi: Eh? Ehhh?!

Guren: Starting tomorrow, you can start taking lessons as an apprentice in training school!

Yoichi: Ahhh! Thank you so much!!

Guren: Well, that’s it for today. Thanks for coming.

Yoichi: Y-Yes! I’ll be leaving then! Ow!

Guren: Haha, be careful.

Yoichi: Sorry! Goodbye now!

Guren: He ran into the door... what an airhead. But I guess it’ll be a good laugh if it's on TV.* Well, there's a fine line between talent and mediocrity, right?***

Yoichi: Air…head…

Yuu: I understand your feelings.

Yoichi: Somehow, I can't see how you're so frank about understanding this sadness.***

Yuu: All right! Now let’s look for Kimizuki and Shinoa’s!

Shinoa: Ah. By the way, mine isn’t there.

Yuu: Huh?

Shinoa: I was hired through connections, so there wasn’t an interview or anything like that.

Yuu: Not fair!!

Shinoa: It’s such a sin to have good lineage, right~? Such a sin to be so cute, right~?

Yuu: Ugh, then just Kimizuki’s!

Kimizuki: I already said it before, but I’m not embarrassed to be seen. Who knows, maybe I can set an example.

Shinoa: My, my! How in the world did this DVD with Kimizuki's name on it end up in my hand~?

Kimizuki: What the hell?

Yuu: What? You don’t mind being seen, right?

Kimizuki: Ha. Fine, go ahead. It’ll be nostalgic.

Yuu: In it goes.***

Guren: Oi… the next one’s scores on everything are so good it’s kind of annoying. Heh. Welcome to the club.* No, no, no, for real—it’s fine if I skip this interview, right? Shut up, I’ll do it. Ahem. Okay, next!

Kimizuki: Kimizuki Shiho. It’s nice to meet you.

Guren: Yeah. Have a seat.

Kimizuki: Yes sir. Excuse my interrupting.

Guren: Let’s see, your practical test grades are excellent.

Kimizuki: Thank you very much.

Guren: So, why did you apply to our agency?

Kimizuki: All of the performers affiliated with your company, whether it comes to acting, singing, or dancing, are top-notch entertainers. I think it's wonderful that the company provides a place for them to showcase that ability and increase their sales.* I would like to become a member of this agency through my audition.

Guren: What’s with that boring answer?

Kimizuki: Eh?

Guren: Oh. Doesn’t your younger sister model for our agency?

Kimizuki: Yes!! My little sister is amazing.*** I'm very proud of her gentle personality and ability to listen.*

Guren: A-Ah… so then, you wanted to join our agency as well?

Kimizuki: Of course. My little sister trusts people right away with generous honesty; she's too kind for the world of entertainment where people will use you for their own profit! I wanted to watch over her so she wouldn't get tricked by any strange guys.

Guren: Ooooh-

Kimizuki: So I would very much like to be hired by this agency where I can easily watch over my sister!*

Guren: Yes! That chivalrous spirit may be just what we need in this day and age!

Kimizuki: Thank you very much.

Guren: All right, you’re hired!!

Guren: Hmm. Eh? I said I wasn’t going to hire him?* Hehe. But he’ll become one of those siscon gags, won’t he~?

Kimizuki: S-…Siscon?

Yuu: You have a sister?

Yoichi: Kimizuki-kun, you’re super nice to your sister!!

Shinoa: Sibling love, huh?

Kimizuki: Kggk… Since it’s come to this, let’s find Guren’s audition tape too!

Yuu: Wasn’t Guren also hired through connections?

Shinoa: I haven’t heard anything like that.***

Kimizuki: Great!

Yuu: Found it!!

Kimizuki: So even amateurs* can be useful sometimes!

Yuu: Huh? You say something?

Yoichi: Please don’t fight right now.*

Shinoa: Moving on~

Guren: Ahem. Ichinose Guren! My specialty is taking the top spot in everything. I’m going to take the top spot of the entertainment world too, and reign supreme!!

Kimizuki: Somehow, it feels like I’m looking at someone else.

Yoichi: He acts just like Yuu-kun…

Shinoa: Is this what they call “two of a kind”?

Kimizuki & Yoichi: Ah.

Shinoa: Oh my.

Guren: You lot… taking it real easy watching DVDs, huh?

Yuu: Umm… w-we thought we’d follow our senpai’s example!!*

Guren: SHUT YOUR TRAP!!

Yoichi & others: OWWW!!!

———

Yuu: Hyakuya Yuuichirou, Irino Miyu. I'm going to take the top spot in the entertainment world!

Guren: Ichinose Guren, Nakamura Yuichi. I’m going to… watch over Irino-san- ahahaha!

Shinoa: Hiiragi Shinoa, Hayami Saori. I will watch over all of you.

Yoichi: Eh, Saotome Yoichi, Okamoto Nobuhiko- tte, ah. I’ll do my best!

Kimizuki: Kimizuki Shiho, Ishikawa Kaito. I’ll try my best to follow my senpais’ examples!

#owari no seraph #drama cd #japanese translation #seraph of the end #ons #sote #Kakuse! Kurorekishi!!#yuichiro hyakuya #guren ichinose #shinoa hiiragi #kimizuki shiho #yoichi saotome #where are mitsuba and mika and shinya cri cri #reblogs still appreciated! lel

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givereadersahug · 2 years

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Hi everyone. This is Scarlet's sister. I've some unfortunate news to share, Scarlet passed away on December 26, 2023.

I can't put into words how much it means to my family and I seeing how love she was by the community. Thank you all for being her friend and being there for her.

I'll be keeping this blog and all her side blogs up, as well as leaving her fics on AO3 up. Additionally I'll be leaving the all her blog queues untouch.

-- Jan 4, 2024

Where you can find me: Carrd

Hello! I'm Scarlet. Welcome to my blog! Just a fangirl who reads too much fanfiction and involve herself in too many fandoms.

For fanfics - I’m currently writing for the following fandoms: Harry Potter and SK8 the Infinity. (I do occasionally write for other fandoms whenever the muse strikes.)

I’m a multi-shipper, though I do have preferences. Maybe I’ll write a comprehensive post one day diving into all my ships and fandoms. I'm one of the mods who run the Harry Potter @houseofsnarry Discord server blog and the server's Harry Potter @snarryauctoberfest. I also run the following HP fests: @harryjamespotterweek, @hpcottagecorefest and @hprecfest. And I'm one of the mod for the HP reccing community over on Dreamwidth (HP Recs). Come by and check us out!

This blog will not just be all fandom-related things! (Though it may seem like it at first.) I’m also an avid reader and I watch way too many anime, films, and shows. There might be posts regarding my current reads/medias with the occasional wrap-ups and recommendations mixed in. Oh! And random posts as well.

Feel free to follow me! 🥰

** Since this blog will be a hodgepodge of random posts (got to give the header 'this blog will be a mess' its due!), my posts & reblogs will follow a pretty standard tagging system. I like to keep things organized. 🙂 Just check out the tags here and blacklist any tags you don't want to come across your dashboard. <3

My sideblogs for reblogging fanart & gifs.

@slytherclawscarlet - Harry Potter

@sunshinescarlet - Thorki

@fangirlscarlet - Anime/Danmei

We follow fandom rules around here - YKINMKBYKIO (Your Kink is Not My Kink, But Your Kink is Okay), DLDR (Don’t Like;Don’t Read) and SALS (Ship and Let Ship).

Trans rights are human rights.

Please note I will block any blogs that don't have an avatar or haven't reblogged anything. I can't tell if you're a bot or not and I rather not have bots following me.

The butterfly icon was made by the amazing Danpuff.

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godsofduality · 1 month

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We Welcome You

We are “The Lessers”

Split beings that control the balances of Earth

We were assigned by yours truly

We mean no harm

Ask us anything

~ this is blog for a passion project I have about six five gods, I will be updating story aswell as small stuff on here, hope you enjoy this mess :3 [Main blog: @figitorynonsense]

NOXᔑ ̇/╎𝙹⚍ᓭ

(The people of the past recall a story…)

Out of the six five, red is violence. Out of all, they’ll make sure of your death, perhaps by disease, prions, or if you’re lucky enough, a direct attack from their scorpion tail.

They say they are the feral one, the one that should’ve been killed would kill with any chance they get.

“the name’s nox, or ‘the red one’, if you’re from the right place.”

WINᒷꖎᒷᒲ𝙹リ

(The Myths tell of a monster..)

Wherever blue treads, weather follows. Storms, torpedoes, hurricanes, sleet, if you’re lucky — sun. If you can remotely tread close to them, you will find everything of the past, even them

”Win, or blue.”

⍑⚍ᒲᔑdrayn

(The people tell of an urban legend…)

They say yellow punishes for greed, some say they are greed. To please them, is to be benevolent, and the world’ll be benevolent to you, but who knows? Maybe it’s just a tale to keep greed at bay.

“WWWELOME TO THE SHOW, MY NAME’S DRAYN… OR YELLOW, IF YOU PREFER.”

CHA𝙹リ╎ᓵ

(Science tells of an anomaly…)

In an undisclosed forest, nothing adds up… Except for green’s existence. Every animal is protected, every inhabitant is protected, every last organism. If you don’t want to wake up in bed mauled by a tiger, do not visit this forest, or face their wrath.

“CÁLL M È E Ê BY THE N AMÈ GREEN IN PUBLIC, OR CÇH A CHA, IF YOU’D Ł LŁLIKE.”

dual╎⎓ꖎᒷᒷ

(Time and space tell of a god…)

The very force of gravity, the refractions of light — all controlled by purple, they very well could rule all of Earth if not for.. their mission.

“R e f e r t o m e a s d u a l , o r a s t h e y c a l l e d m e , p u r p l e”

╎ᒲMORTAINE

(The elders speak of a savior…)

Pink, the one that unlike the others, did not poison, strike, maul, drain, or blind, the one that balances when the scale is broken.

TAGS

#[ Offerings ; Asks

#[ ooc ; Out of character

#[ nox ; Anything including Nox

#[ win ; Anything including Win

#[ drayn ; Anything including Drayn

#[ cha ; Anything including Cha

#[ dual ; Anything including Dual

#[ mortaine ; Anything including Mortaine

#[ Manifestations ; New gods

#[ A Tale ; Stories/Lore

#[ visions ; Drawings

In loving memories

#intro post

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swiindlerfox · 11 months

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— Please note that I only write Rang from season one because Tale of the Nine Tailed 1938 (season two) isn't a show I enjoyed. Outside of interactions with his brother, which were the best parts of the season, I feel the writers missed the mark with Rang's characterization.

Hey, my name is Starry! Thanks for checking out my rules. I only RP with mutuals, but will check out your blog when you follow. This is to keep my dash organized and know who is interested in actually writing with me. I encourage plotting, so please let me know if you would like to share ideas! Minors please do not interact.

I prefer to write multi-paragraph, but I’ll sometimes have a few smaller threads. You don’t have to match my length — just give me enough to work with. This blog uses the beta editor and trim reblogs extension.

I am happy to place my muse in different settings. There may be some that require plotting, but if we can make it work, then that’s fine. I feel anything can be worked out with proper discussion beforehand to make the verses match.

Any fight scenes that happen should be somewhat plotted out so that we have a general idea of what direction to take it in. This also stops accidental godmodding and forcing the other muse into a situation where they become ooc.

Rang is open to shipping but chemistry and build-up is required as he doesn’t trust easily and has abandonment issues. He is demisexual (and quite tsundere) and, considering he’s a nine-tailed fox in human form, is also open to ships with magical creatures (as long as it’s in human form.) Rang is a mischievous character and likes to mess with people and this can come across as flirtatious — this doesn’t automatically mean that he’s interested. He also doesn't do hook-ups, so please keep that in mind. Also please do not use his status as a nine-tailed fox who grants wishes in order to ship with him e.g: "my wish is for you to kiss me, sleep with me, etc." - consent still matters and forcing him to do that through wishes is NOT consensual.

Any NSFW that happens will be appropriately tagged and under a cut. Anything like that will only be written with muses and muns who are over the age of twenty-one (unless the ship takes place in Rang's past verse where he is also around the same age e.g both muses are late teens.)

I don’t send in passwords. Please know that if I follow you, I have read your rules. I will read over them again once we start a thread.

I will send you memes when I see any that fit our muses. I love receiving them in return and encourage you to send as many as you like! I will reply to them as soon as I can. If you would like to continue an interaction from an ask, you can either reblog the ask (since the beta editor lets you trim asks now) or make a new post and tag me in it.

I will check out your blog and browse your muse pages if you are a multi to see if any of your muses will work with Rang. I only request that you actively take part in plotting with me so that we can come up with a good plot that will keep our thread going. It doesn’t have to be plotted out in great detail, but a general idea of what we want to do will be appreciated. It’s also a great way to keep writing fresh and ensure that the thread doesn’t get stale before it’s even gotten started.

I use small text and gif icons.

I will not tolerate abusive behavior or hate speech of any kind.

I won't write non-con, dub-con, a/b/o, or incest.

I live in Scotland, which is the GMT or BST timezone.

#&; ( RULES )

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chatxkilluaxnoir · 1 year

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I posted 207 times in 2022

That's 80 more posts than 2021!

53 posts created (26%)

154 posts reblogged (74%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@chatxkilluaxnoir

@iscreamkitty

@nostalgiaruinedme

@theskeletongames

I tagged 203 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#tmnt - 60 posts

#tmnt 2012 - 56 posts

#undertale - 46 posts

#teenage mutant ninja turtles - 36 posts

#tmnt 2k12 - 34 posts

#ut - 32 posts

#chat's posts - 29 posts

#chatxkilluaxnoir - 28 posts

#killua noir's rambles - 27 posts

#tmnt 2012 anniversary - 27 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#i think it is cute that the oldest and youngest both have blue eyes but in different shades to more fit their personalities and/or aesthetic

This post gets pretty long, so I am putting a "Read More" Cut here:

My Top Posts in 2022:

Chapters: 2/15 Fandom: Gravity Falls Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Angelica Zilver/Aaron Zilver, Dipper Pines & Scarlet Zilver, Dipper Zilver & Scarlet Zilver, Alcor the Dreambender & Scarlet Zilver, Alcor the Dreambender & Reincarnations, Alcor the Dreambender & Aaron Zilver & Angelica Zilver, Dipper Pines & Scarlet Zilver & Aaron Zilver & Angelica Zilver, Dipper Zilver & Scarlet Zilver & Aaron Zilver & Angelica Zilver, Reincarnation/Reincarnation, There are more relationships but since I don't want to spoil the fic, or the reincarnations are in this fic, I won't be tagging them, just yet Characters: Dipper Pines, Dipper Zilver, Alcor, Alcor the Dreambender, Aaron Zilver, Angelica Zilver, r!'s, Reincarnations - Character, OC's, Original Characters, There are more characters in this fic to tag, I.e. those reincarnations and original characters I tagged, but once again I am not tagging them because of spoilers, and because I thought it would be fun for people to guess who was the reincarnation of who, not all reincarnations are revealed in this fic though, so unless there a lot of correct guesses for someone(s), I probably won't confirm anything until later, for reasons..., Gravity Falls Characters Reincarnations, Scarlet Zilver Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Transcendence (Gravity Falls), Non-Graphic Violence, Violence, I think it is both?, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Tell me if you think it is more than implied though, Child Abandonment, Child Neglect, maybe? probably?, Demons, Demon Summoning, Seeing things you shouldn't have, Magic, Magic (Spoiler), Family, Family Feels, Family Drama, Dysfunctional Family, The Zilver Family is a mess, but they didn't always used to be, Kidnapping, Kinda?, The Zilver Family need therapy, But will they ever get it?, probably not, But we can hope., Tags May Change, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Maybe on the last two, i might add more tags as i go on, if some of you think I could/need to add more tags, please just let me know, Some new tags will be added here, or some certain chapters will get their own cw's/tw's, added in the author notes if need be, Not Beta Read, Maybe will be someday who knows Summary:

A Girl of striking red hair and her Saviour of Shadow met in a Forest of Death.

These two then wouldn't meet again for many years later.

(though not for a lacking of trying by one of them)

And when they did finally meet again; a deal, a bet would be made between them.

Perhaps it was a deal better not made.

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Well.

Too little, too late...

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Also, I almost forgot to tag @transcendence-au about this! New TAU fic hot off the presses! I also have tumblr versions I posted/am posting too! I probably won’t tag you those, because I don’t want to bombard you guys with tags.

Other reasons, why I am tagging you guys on this post and the AO3 version, instead of the tumblr version(s) (for now, I might change my mind), is because so far the tumblr version(s) are showing up in the transcendence au tag, while this post isn’t (maybe because it is new, though, the tumblr version is showing is up, and I posted that one later. Maybe because there is a link? Or something. Idk), so you guys (or others) might have a harder time finding this post as-is.

So yeah.

Edit: This is now showing up in the transcendence au tag, so that is cool. I guess it just needed more time. Or maybe me removing and adding back in the transcendence au tag on this post fixed it not showing up. Either way (or some other reason), I am happy.

Anyways, I am excited to be posting this fic (even if posting fics can be tiring! ^^’)!

The rest is under the cut (I thought this post got a bit long, so I decided to add a cut).

I decided to just delete the original version of this post, because I can only seem to share Ch1 specifically through this method anyway. But, this post will at least show I have posted two chapters of this fic already, while the original one (which, most people won’t see anyway, since it will be gone soon), only shows I have posted 1 chapter.

In the original post, I talked about my notes doubling up on Ch1, now that I have posted Ch2, I was able to fix that.

Anyways, the first 2 chapters, i.e. Part 1 and 2 of the Prologue are now posted on AO3.

Will be posting any new chapters after these 2, every one or two weeks...give or take.

I might (real maybe here) post the “official” Ch1 earlier than I said, but I am not if that will be the care or not.

Seriously though, once again happy to start sharing this fic with ya’ll!

Will also be posting the tumblr versions of the first two chapters hopefully soon as well. =)

Edit 2: The first and 2nd chapter: Prologue Pt.1 & Pt.2 are now also posted on tumblr.

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I am trying to find this post on tumblr. I know it exists, but I have only been able to see it and not glimpse it. Anyone know where I can “If I had a nickel” meme post with 2012 Leo, 2012 Karai, and Rise Casey/Cassandra in it?

(also, sorry if this picture is kind of blurry, this was the picture I could get, and it got even blurrier after I edited it).

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Just a Post (Kind of a Rant) about TMNT Fandom(s) and (Certain) Crossovers (also just kind of me talking more generally about TMNT?)

Okay, so this post was inspired by some other posts and reblogs I have seen (and just my own experiences in the TMNT fandom so far, and reading/looking/watching/etc. TMNT crossovers, esp. Rise x 2012 ones, and/or Rise x Whatever Version(s)). So of those posts I was going to reblog and/or link here, but I literally can’t find them right now, so for now, I am not going to. I might still link some stuff in this post (might be those specific posts if I can find them again and/or it might be other posts and stuff), I might not, I might /link/reblog them at a later date instead.

Anyways, I am making this post, because I am a huge TMNT fan, and I LOVE both Rise and 2012 (and many other versions as well! Like IDW and 2003 just to name a couple); they are a couple of my favorites, and I just want to see both versions portrayed well, and to see good crossovers between the 2 (and/or other versions), where both series are respected, and not bashed, mischaracterized(and/or demonized, infantized(?), and/or made fun of/mocked) a lot, nerfed to hell (I am not necessarily against *some* “nerfing, but it has to be used well, in modicum, and/or in a way that makes sense. I also don’t like it when only one of the series/versions/etc. is nerfed, and not the other. Not the like either being nerfed, but if they were being both nerfed, I would be *a bit* more okay with it), or/& one and/or one(s) is put on a major pedestal (I do this with series and/or stuff too though, so once again I don’t necessarily have an issue with people doing this, my issue, is when another version is put down while doing this). And/or etc.

I have genuinely become sick of seeing this.

More under the cut/”Read More”, because this gets LONG, and (maybe even more) rant-y.

I love Rise, I really, really do. It might have taken me awhile to get into and really love it, as an older fan, who got into it through 2012 and the OG TMNT live action movies, and then got into other TMNT stuff later on, like 03, IDW, 2007, etc. (still getting into stuff like Mirage and 87 and other comics currently), because I found some of the changes--to be kind of weird. However, I have grown to really like it too, and I have also read and/or watched stuff that actually explained how some of the changes weren’t as major as I thought. For example, Raph and Leo, are still them at their core (like, I have seen about both of them about this, but the stuff I have seen about Rise Leo and 2012 Leo and/or previous versions were really eye-opening to me; esp. as a major Leo fan), despite the changes. They are still Raph and Leo. If that makes sense.

It is just, as I have seen some other people say (I will try to find these posts and/or whatever and link and/or reblog them) how they would be if one was given the role as the oldest (Raph), and such, had to calm down more, and the other was given a role of a younger sibling (specifically, a middle child) (Leo), and thus, was given the freedom he rarely got to have, and always wanted (for example, 2012 Leo defin. wanted it). It is still them, just placed in slightly different positions, and we are shown, how they/these characters would/might be like in these new(-ish) roles/positions. At their core though, they both still share many characteristics of their previous versions, but their new(-ish) roles causes some dynamic changes (Leo and Raph’s dynamic is still great, like most other version, but now there is a slight twist to it), and certain core traits/traits of these characters from previous versions are either more amplified and/or get explored more and/or shown in (sometimes) different ways, more tampered down, or something in-between.

So yeah; once I realized this and/or was helped to realize this (since I have always really loved Leo and Raph and their dynamic; love Donnie and Mikey too though and their dynamic with each other and Leo and/or Raph), I enjoyed Rise more, and now, like 2012, and some other versions; I also love a lot. It has also been fun to see new, but also paying homage and/or respect on other characters and relationships/dynamics! Like, I have always been interested in Leo and Donnie’s’ dynamic, and wish it was explored more, and Rise certainly delivered on that for example! And so on (might add more to this later).

*Cough cough*; got a little off-topic there kinda. But the main point I was trying to get at, while I was admittedly somewhat put off at first by all the changes as an older fan (and it didn’t help that Rise came out so quickly after 2012 ended. That might have caused some of the older fans to be sour towards it; esp. with some of the changes, because it might been a bit “too much/too many changes, too soon”. So that is one of the reasons that caused Rise to unfortunately not be as well-received as it could have been imo. Like, I love TMNT a lot; I always want more good TMNT stuff in my life, but I do think it might have been prudent and better for it if Rise released a bit later), and as a major Leo fan and etc., etc., I grew to love it very much too. And I do understand why Rise fans might have been upset or might still be upset at how some older TMNT fans treated Rise at first and/or still are; esp. with Rise’s uncertain status (here is to hoping for another season and/or movie); however, I do not think that means Rise fans (this is coming from a Rise fan as well, and I don’t mean all Rise fans when I say this ofc) should be doing the kind of stuff (negative stuff) they are doing to the previous versions that they are (esp. 2012 for some reason?). Like for example, crossover type things/stuff.

Like seriously; good thing someone like me, who is an older/longtime TMNT fan myself loves Rise so much, and is so not easily turned away from stuff I love and enjoy (I am basically ride or die with stuff I love most of the time), because the way 2012 and previous versions have been treated lately by some Rise fans and/or in the fandom(s) might drive me away from the fandom(s) and/or Rise. Like I said, that won’t happen; I love Rise, and love so much of the fandom, but at the same time, I am starting to get very much sick of how some of the Rise fandom is treating 2012 and/or previous versions.

Like, it has come the point that even stuff (fics and so on) that say they aren’t bashing 2012 (I am using 2012 here, because it is 2012 a lot) and/or that they love 2012 honestly seem quite bash-y to me anyway.

2012 will seem majorly mischaracterized (esp. Leo and Raph. But the others too also don’t escape this treatment), and some of the time and/or some of it is sometimes just growing pains; them getting used to writing the character better. And that is something most people can relate with, so I give more leeway with that.

Or maybe they just need to refresh their memory on the/a version, or research it more, or finish the version, or etc., and I can understand and give leeway to that; I don’t expect people and/or stuff to be perfect or anything, ofc. My issue is, if they don’t get better at them, or just get worse, or they seem to be making them (kinda) ;OOC, for bashing reasons.

Or nerfing reasons, or to put Rise on a pedestal, and basically be like: “Rise is the better family”, “2012 is abusive and/or terrible”, “Rise are more powerful”, “Rise are better fighters and more skilled”, “let’s undersell/downplay 2012 version and it’s main cast, cast of characters, heroes, villains, etc.”, “let’s not undersell/downplay the Rise version and it’s main cast, cast of characters, heroes, villains, etc. Sometimes lets even oversell/overplay them” (I know this and some other stuff I mentioned are more opinion-based and/or subjective, which I know, and is fine and I get that. We all have different opinions. In this case though, I mainly have a problem with it if is overdone, &/or if one side/version so obviously being favored so much over the other), “Rise has no issues, while 2012 does”, “Rise is better”, “2012 is worse”, etc. Which is just pretty maddening and annoying ngl.

2012 and other versions (and I am talking about the cast in general for both), have been through and faced so much, and they, like Rise, have both their strengths and weaknesses, and own things they can bring to the table in battle, as people, etc. But nope, lets just ignore all that, to put Rise on a pedestal and act like they would just stomp all versions in a fight, writing wise, character wise, etc. When that is just no true (imo). Don’t get me wrong, Rise is a great series; I want more of it, but other versions are also great. And I do not like the disrespect of the previous versions going on here, and the specific kind of pedestal-placing Rise is being put on.

Like seriously, do you know hard it has gotten to find good Rise x 2012 and/or Rise x Whatever Version type crossover content?

It has become so hard.

I just have to read/look at/watch/listen to/etc. crossovers and just hope, both versions are treated well and with respect, and it isn’t a bashing fic, most Mikey-centric 2012 x Rise fics and stuff (if ur a 2012 fan, u will know what I am talking about here), that there is little to no nerfing, that both/all versions get some spotlight and awesome moments, and/or etc.

Like, even some of the supposedly good crossovers that people like, where there are supposedly no bashing, and people are actually loving how 2012 are characterized and think they are “on-point”.

(Which, honestly, just kind of makes me scratch my head, because with some of these crossovers, I just don’t see it. Like, I have read some really good 2012/2012-centric stuff which actually had characterization that was point; not like some of these fics and/or crossover fics where people say they are. Heck, even in comparison to some other 2012 x Rise crossovers which I actually love, and either have no or very, very minor problems with, I would say the characterization of the 2012 crew is better in those. This is all just my opinion though; I know other people have their own personal opinions and interpretations. And I am not even calling those crossovers, fics, and/or etc., bad; I just personally find some issue with them).

I am just like, but 2012 is getting pretty mischaracterized (sometimes very mischaracterized) here though (and in turn, so is Rise sometimes. Because a lot of the time, I see mischaracterization of 2012 and/or another version, Rise also gets mischaracterized too. Which, as a Rise fan, 2012 fan, general TMNT fan, I ofc don’t like very much. I love when people are as in-character as they can be), and/or nerfed, and/or I am seeing a “let’s highlight 2012′s issues; even though some of those issues were resolved, because characters develop, or don’t exist really in the first place”, and/or either “barely highlight Rise’s issues, act like they have none, basically show them as having none, or show so much later, that it sometimes kind of feels like, too little, too late”

(I don’t have an issue with versions working through their issues and stuff and/or teaching other versions stuff, as long as it makes sense, and isn’t being done in unequal, unfair, (very) biased way. I find this kind of stuff very interesting when done well. So much potential for stuff. Or like, imagine, all the versions getting therapy, but like, it is done in an equal way between the versions, if that makes sense, idk),

and/or “I am kinda getting some vibes that remind of those Mikey-centric crossover stuff (I am not saying all of them, but God is it a lot of them)”, “and/or etc.”

So it just kind of confuses me some. But at the same time; I can understand (or at least somewhat) understand why people like and/or love them. And while I say it confuses me; I do think I get why some people may think that, or at least I try to.

Like, the crossovers I am talking about here aren’t those weird Mikey-centric, 2012 fam are abusive and awful, and/or type crossovers here. Like, as someone who is a fan and loves the 2012 version; I don’t get why people like them, but I do some people do, for whatever reason. However, at least with stuff like this and/or similar stuff and/or some crossovers bashing on 2012/previous versions, I know more what I am getting into I guess, or I know soon enough? There are some crossovers that take longer for that to happen; to show their “true colors” so to speak, and crossovers where I almost feel tricked? That is probably too harsh of a word, but idk a better way to explain it. Maybe a better way to describe it, is that I don’t know what I am getting into as much??

Like a crossover will literally say no bashing/no 2012 bashing, and/or that they love 2012 (though sometimes when they say these things, their other tags, descriptions, posts, etc., will say a different story imo, but I digress. Maybe they mean that; heck, they probably do, but from an outside POV, it doesn’t always feel that way), and/or just seems like it will be a good, non-bashing crossover, but then as you go on/get into it more, you realize that nevermind it is, or at least kind of is, and/or the issues are just piling up, so even if I might really want to enjoy it,

(like there is this one 2012 x Rise crossover fic that so many people seem to be enjoying; people have made so much fanart of it, memes, etc., and it is already really long, and it is looking to be super long; chapter and word wise once done, so I would be fed on a really long, interesting premise, 2012 x Rise crossover fic for a long time. But the problem is, due to some of the reasons I listed in this post; I just can’t enjoy it. I really want to; I really do, but I am having so much trouble doing so, and that makes me sad. And that happens to other crossovers too. Other ones that have so much promise and potential, and/or say there isn’t any bashing and that they 2012 too (and/or that other version. So they love both Rise and 2012 and/or that other version)

and/or so many people seem to love it; even 2012 and/or previous versions fans and/or ones that don’t hate 2012 and/or previous versions, so I also really want to enjoy and love it. Sometimes, maybe even a lot of the time, there is stuff I do really like/love about it, but in the end the stuff that makes it unenjoyable usually gets to be too much (not always though), and I have to stop. Sometimes it takes longer though to happen, or shorter, or maybe, hopefully it doesn’t happen at all, and it gets genuinely better and even more enjoyable. But a fair amount of times, that last thing doesn’t end happening to me (at least not for me), and that makes me sad.

I just want more good (great even!) 2012 x Rise crossovers (I love these crossovers so much; when I can actually find an amazing one) and/or Rise x TMNT Version, or maybe even more than 2 versions crossover with Rise; is that too much ask!?

(Here is to hoping that the crossovers and/or 2012 x Rise crossovers that I do actually love, don’t go the way of some current crossovers that I don’t like very much and/or am starting to dislike, are going. And/or future crossovers also don’t do the kind of stuff I mentioned I disliked here as well, and are just, great instead, lol. Seriously though, there are some crossover(s) worry might start to become like I mentioned; esp., as of right now at least, the nerfing issue(s), for example(s).)

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𝕰𝖚𝖕𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖆: A (Mostly) Canon Compliment then Canon Divergence HxH Killugon Long One-Shot

This is my Hunter x Hunter Killugon gift/gift fic for my Valentine for the @killugonvalentines event! I know it is just barely 14th (at least for some people), but I am posting it now; just in case I don’t have time later. My Valentine was @ash1875! (I seem to be having a bit of trouble tagging my Valentine, so I am not sure if my tag of them will work). I hope they and anyone else who may read my fic enjoys it! There is 6k+ words, so a fair amount to read.

Will probably be posting a AO3 version soon too, if you prefer to read there. And when I say soon, I mean way sooner than the other fics I have said that for (which I haven’t posted, for the most part, on AO3 yet), because the format of this fic makes it easier to more quickly post on AO3. Alright, I am done rambling, let’s get to the fic. There will be a preview of it, then I will put the rest under a “read more” cut.

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Killua had just departed with Gon at the World Tree, Alluka in-hand, when he finally let his feelings overflow. Not on purpose, mind you, and if you were to ask Killua if he was upset about something, he would say he is fine, and that nothing was wrong. But Killua, despite his tough show and teasing in front of Gon, felt like his soul was torn in two at separating with Gon. So tears did flow and flow for a good awhile after Gon had left; it was quiet, and Killua kept his face away from Alluka to not show her how actually upset he was that Gon wasn’t there with him anymore (Alluka was perceptive though, and knew something was up.).

After crying for awhile, standing still in place at the bottom of the world tree, every so often looking up, as if Killua could somehow see Gon all the way at the top of the tree, he finally wiped them away, closed his eyes for awhile, and the re-opened them, his eyes looking like he had never cried at all, and started to turn to walk away. Sadness, but determination in his eyes.

“Come on, Alluka, it is time to go.” Killua said to Alluka.

Alluka looked up at Killua, words on her tongue to say about Killua’s unvoiced feelings and the unspoken words she could feel were there besides the words Killua just said. Alluka felt the words being said applied to more than just what was being said literally. Alluka truly wanted to say something to Killua, but decided (for now) to keep her mouth shut about it. Thinking maybe it wasn’t the best time. She was also patient after all, and she had all the time in the world to ask her Nii-chan about it. Because Alluka for sure, wouldn’t let all this pass. She was for sure going to ask about all this. …To ask about Gon. She just–wouldn’t right now.

“Ok Nii-chan! Coming!” Replied cheerily.

Alluka then started walking properly with Killua and stopped dragging her feet.

They then walked in silence for awhile until they reached their airship they would travel the world together in.

Once they seated themselves and before they took off, he got a message on his phone from Palm, saying to check out a link in their email which linked to a live feed of something they might be interested in seeing.

So Killua got out his tablet after reading the message, and looked for this email. He found it, opened it, and clicked on the link. And to his surprise, he saw Gon…who appeared to be talking to his father. Killua wondered for a second how this feed was being shown, but then shook his head at that thought. After that dragonfly Chimera Ant’s powers, and so many things he has seen and experienced; even before he took his first Hunter Exam, someone– or something getting this feed isn’t really a surprise. He still thought to ask Palm where she got the link though; just for curiosity’s sake.

…To be honest though, the main reason why he didn’t care that much how he was able to see this feed of Gon, was, well, because he was able to see Gon again, so full of life, and so happy talking to his father (though, seeing Gon so happy, without him there, talking to Ging also stung some) in probably the clearest definition he was going to see Gon in awhile. Be that in-person (of course)..or not. So to Killua, beggars couldn’t really be choosers; he was happy with what he was able to get.

Killua lost in thought, got shook out of it by Alluka who had come over from somewhere else in the airship with some snacks and drinks for their flight–wherever they were going (not even they knew where. They were currently traveling over some beautiful crystal-like formations growing on the surface. But that’s the thing, they were just traveling, with no real destinations in mind, neither of the siblings really knew where they wanted to go, at least not truly. They both hoped someday they would).

“AH! Nii-chan, is that Gon there? Those tablet things are so cool. I saw you constantly on one in the car leaving–that place. What is Gon doing anyway? ...Oh. He looks to be on top of the world tree. Hmmmm..???”, questioned Alluka.

“Yes, that is Gon. And yes he is still on top of the world tree. This video feed appears live somehow. Do you want to watch it with me?”, answered Killua.

“Of course I do!” Alluka gleefully shouted; clapping her hands.

She scooted over super close to Killua and leaned over to peer at the tabet in Killua’s hands.

Killua leaned in too, getting closer to his sister, and making it easier for both of them to view the screen on the tablet. (They were lucky Killua could multitask while flying, and that there were some things that can make the flight basically auto).

And for awhile, they just sat there, happily watching tablet, happily watching Gon (and Ging, but who cares about him, when Gon was right there), who was happy too.

At that moment, they felt like they were the only people in the world.

And they were happy.

But if they were happy, if Killua was happy, why did Killua’s heart hurt so much?

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Gon had just finished his talk with Ging and was climbing down the giant tree. It was now dark, and so the climb down was more dangerous than his climb up, but he had been through worse, nen or no nen. He could have slept up there until the morning, but—he had his talk Ging, and now he wanted to move on, move forward as quickly as possible. So even just waiting until morning was too much. Gon wanted to move forward from Ging (from Killua too?); he just felt like he had to.

Gon had made it down from the tree, and was walking on the streets trying to find a hotel or something to stay the night in (if he had to, he could just sleep somewhere outside though), when he ran into Palm.

“Ommpphhh! Nenene, oh, is that you Palm, what you doing out here so late?”

“Hm, well, I was just out for a walk, it is a beautiful night out and all.”

Gon didn’t really believe Palm’s reasons, but decided not to press it. She probably had her reasons for lying, if she was. And she had no reason to lie maliciously to him too.

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My #1 post of 2022

Anyone Know the Name of this YouTube Creator. They create a lot of Undertale/UTMV AMVs

And also what is going on w/ their channel in general. Because like, I kind of know the name of some videos, but they don’t seem to be showing up in search at all, and I am pretty sure I am subbed to them, but they aren’t showing up in subscriptions I am pretty sure. I am thinking something probably happen to their channel, hope they come back, and their videos.

Saying that, I am still trying to remember this YouTube Creator’s name. If anyone knows the full name of a YouTuber that made videos like (these aren’t the exact names, but they should be close enough) “Underverse amv Chris Classic” or “Undervese Classic” or something like that Undertale AMV (or something like that) Violent New Breed (this was one of my fav. AMVs. Had a lot of VIllain Sans Squad animation stuff, esp. from Ep5 Part 1 in it, “Underverse Adam Jensen The Hunter amv” or “Underverse Jensen The Hunter amv” or “Underverse The Hunter AMV” (another fav. of mine) to name some of them. They did a lot of Undertale, Undertale animations, Underverse, XTale, Glitchtale, Villain Sans Squad, Etc. AMVs, and I really liked them.

Their YT name was like shark something, Idk, I am not sure it started with a S though, and they had a Sans with Headphones pfp I am pretty sure. Even if something did happen to their channel (which I hope that isn’t the case, and if it is, I hope it/they come back), I would still love the actual full name of this YouTube creator. If anyone does know it, please just me in this post.

God, why do I keep doing this to myself? Drive myself insane trying to find something/stuff. *Shakes my head*.

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Tokyo Revengers babysitting child!reader

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A/N: This shit has been on my mind since like- January so I finally decided to write it, it’s taken me awhile though because of on and off motivation, apologies

Characters: Mikey(Bonten), Koko(Bonten), Kazutora(past)

Pronouns: He/Him

Tags: @reallyromealone

Warning(s): someone gets shot, child neglect, Sanzu gets bullied by reader, me bulling Ran, hinted de@th

Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano:

“His Redemption”

A few weeks ago Mikey had called a surprise meeting. Not even Haruchiyo Sanzu, Mikey’s number two, knew about it. It was completely unexpected.

Everyone thought it was just gonna be some kind of random mission that Mikey decided to drop on them last minute. And in way that’s kinda what it was.

Tho there was something different about this mission. It wasn’t really a mission.

“I’ve called you here today because I need you all to behave.”

“What do you mean boss? We’re a criminal organization~ we’re not supposed to bEhAVe” A tall man with short, dyed hair said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and in a way, it kinda was.

“Well no shit, but the boss obviously told us this for a reason, Ran.” A shorter male with a dyed mullet said.

“Yeah but-“

“Shut up. Let the boss finish you morons.” A man with a cigarette hanging from his mouth said, his voice showing his annoyance with the two men.

“… as I was saying… I’m going to be needing you guys to behave. I’ve been babysitting a child as of late, and I’ve decided to start bringing him here, and I’d rather not have you guys kill someone or something and traumatize the kid.”

Everyone’s jaws dropped.

The boss babysitting a kid?

The most feared man in the world?! Babysitting a kid?!??!?

Kokonoi was the first to recover.

“And? Do you expect us to gamble quietly or something? You know how extreme those nights can get.”

“I don’t care. Just don’t do anything to harm the kid physically or mentally. I will take any such actions as a traitorous act and deal with it as such.”

“HUH!? BUT BOSS-“

“End of discussion. You’ll meet him tomorrow. Clean the place up.” And that was the last thing Mikey said before getting up and leaving the room.

And just as Mikey had said, the next day there was a kid there.

He looked anxious? No one was for sure.. He was just.. standing there blankly. Either he’s nervous about being around some really sketchy looking people, or he’s been around Mikey too much.

Ran was going to tease him and possibly try scaring him a bit but before he could, he was dragged away by Rindou, who knew he enjoyed messing with and scaring little kids.

So that left Kokonoi, Sanzu, Takeomi, and Kakucho with the kid. Mochizuki was currently busy getting things, per Mikey’s request.

“Soooo… ya like drugs kid?” Sanzu awkwardly asked.

“… Ugly.”

“HUH!?”

And that’s how Bonten met the small kid Mikey took care of on weekdays.

After Y/N had been there every week for five days the members have learned to grow on the kid, even if he was rude and and impolite on the occasional day. And they still didn’t like that they had to behave.

Usually when they had to deal with traitors, or just anything that could possibly harm or traumatize him, they would play games with him somewhere else. Usually it was Ran, Rindou, and Sanzu, but of course they had their own things to do.

So when those situations happen Y/N is with his favorite Bonten member, his actual babysitter, Mikey.

Today it was Sanzu’s turn to watch Y/N, while everyone else continued to do their missions Mikey had given them this morning.

None of it was related to killing anybody.

So when Mikey heard a gunshot he was confused, and like most confused and curious people, he went to check it out.

On the way to going to where he heard the shot from he found Y/N, he was running straight towards him.

“MIKEY! MIKEY!”

“Hm? What is it?”

“UGLY-SAN TAUGHT ME HOW TO USE A PEW PEW!” Y/N exclaimed, pulling a gun out of his hoodie packet.

“… I think I need to have a talk.. with Sanzu.. Mikey said slowly as he recognized the nickname Y/N had given the pink haired male.

“Why?”

“No reason..just don’t aim that at anybody important.. okay?”

“So I can aim it at Ran?”

“… sure I guess.. go for it.”

“What about Ugly-San?”

“…. Go ahead.”

“Oh! Okay…” Y/N said drifting off.

“Got something to add?”

“I kinda… already did… Ugly-San’s foot turned red…” Y/N admitted picking at his fingers.

“.. I see… so want some Doroyaki?”

“FUCK YEAH!! FOOD!!!”

“Where’d you learn that from?”

“Fuck?” Mikey nodded in reply “Ran and Koko yell it to each other a lot saying “fuck you” and stuff, they told me it means vic- vic something..”

“Victory?”

“Yeah!”

“That makes no sense but okay… anyways about that Doroyaki”

“FOOD!” Y/N yelled, running down the hall, practically jumping off the walls. He turned around occasionally to make sure Mikey was following and keeping up with him.

Sanzu then appeared next to Mikey and started explaining that Y/N had shot him. Mikey stopped him mid story by saying “I know. Now move, we’re gonna go get Doroyaki.”

“HUH?! BUT-“

Mikey ignored Sanzu and picked Y/N up, who was behind Sanzu, waiting for Mikey, and continued walking towards the exit of the building.

Y/N looked over Mikey’s shoulders and stuck his tongue out at Sanzu.

Mikey will never know that Y/N had just stolen Sanzu’s gun, and accidentally shot him in the process, trying to get Sanzu’s attention.

Well he wouldn’t know for a good while anyway, not until he checks the cameras.

Even when he did check the cameras he still took Y/N’s side, mainly because Sanzu was supposed to have his gun hidden from Y/N’s view.

Also cause Y/N is the favorite.

Why?

Because you gave him life.

You made it so he could leave this place knowing he did something good.

Because you were his redemption.

Kokonoi ‘Koko’ Hiajime:

“Not Just a Paycheck”

Koko had gotten a job awhile back. He wanted to make some good cash.

Sure he already has a lot, but he wanted more. Why? Cause Kokonoi is a greedy money whore. That’s why.

So he decided to babysit a wealthy woman’s kid.

Koko expected him to be a total brat but he actually found the child to be quite insecure and unsure of his actions.

He always asked Koko if he could do this, or if he could do that, as if he was always told no.

The more Koko hung around he realized that the woman was usually always home when he was there.

So why need a babysitter?

He asked her and she said it’s because her son needs constant attention from an adult, and she cannot give him any.

The thing is, the kid, otherwise known as Y/N, rarely asked Koko for anything, he only asked if he could basic things like go outside, or have a cookie.

Koko signed up to be a babysitter. Not a parent.

Though when he tried to quit the woman offered to raise his pay. Koko being Koko had dollar signs in his eyes as he said he would stick around awhile longer.

The next day when he came to watch you again he expected to see you sitting at the stairs by the main entrance, waiting for him to come take your hand and take you to go do something.

That’s not what happened this time tho.

Once he opened the door to your mansion his legs were immediately attacked by you embracing him, keeping him from not being able to move.

“Hey buddy… what’s wrong?” He asked, putting his free hand on the top of your head and ruffling your hair.

Apparently your mother had brought up how Koko was thinking about quitting during dinner and that they would probably have to find a new babysitter.

What upset Kokonoi tho was that when you asked why he was gonna quit your mother told you that you were nothing more then a paycheck to both him, and her.

“Hey buddy.. look at me..” Koko spoke softly, trying to comfort you.

You looked up at him with teary eyes, it broke his heart. He wouldn’t admit that though.

“C’mere.” Koko said opening his arms down towards you.

You let go of his legs and reached up for his hands. As you did so he scooped you up and held you so you were both face to face.

“You are way more then a paycheck alright buddy? You’re much, much more.” He said smiling at you. In all honesty he was on the verge of tears, but he smiled at you anyways. “So don’t cry okay? Wipe those tears.”

Wiping your tears away you proceed to bury your face into his expensive jacket. Probably staining it with more tears as you continued to cry.

Not that Kokonoi really cared, he could always wash the jacket later. Plus, you are much more important to him as of now.

Kazutora Hanemiya:

“His Escape”

Kazutora would have never thought he’d be babysitting a kid before. Despite said thought, here he was, taking care of 6 year old Y/N after he had run into Y/N’s mother on the street who had practically begged him to babysit her child.

Kazutora wasn’t gonna accept at first but the woman started crying and pulled out a wad of cash. So he said fuck it, and accepted.

The thing was that the woman basically just gave him the wad and ran away after telling him to meet her around 4pm at **** park, leaving the six year old with him in the middle of the streets.

Being only a teenager, Kazutora didn’t know what to do with the child so he took him to get ice cream. Kids like ice cream right?

Neither Kazutora or the child, Y/N, who Kazutora only knows the name of because the kids mother said it in the middle of her begging, had said a single word up until they entered an ice cream shop.

“So uh… what flavor would you like?”

“{chosen flavor}”

“Alright I can do that.. what size cup do you want?”

“I get to.. choose?”

“Yeah. Go ahead.”

As Kazutora finished his sentence he watched as Y/N went up to the cup dispenser and grabbed the large cup. Kazu smiled and also grabbed a large cup.

I mean, the woman did give him a wad of cash so why not spend a bit of it on himself and the kid?

Kazutora watched as Y/N struggled to reach the button. It was kind of funny to be honest. Maybe even a bit adorable in a way.

Despite that Kazutora decided to end the poor child’s suffering by reaching his hand out towards him.

“Need some help? I can fill it for ya.”

Y/N looked at him, at the cup, and back at him with a pout and a nod.

Kazutora grabbed the cup and filled it up. He then smiled as he handed it back.

Damn, he was smiling a lot.

It’s weird to not have to force it.

As much as this realization made Kazutora question things, he decided to ignore it. He wasn’t gonna get answers anyways, so why not just move on and enjoy his day.

Kazutora then filled his ice cream cup as well, he chose vanilla bean of course.

Kazutora walked up to the register with you after putting some toppings on your ice creams. He helped you hand your cup to a lady who was working the register.

He payed for your ice creams using the money your mother had given him and then took you to a nearby park.

You had already eaten a majority of your ice cream by the time you got there tho.

“You having fun kid?”

All he got in reply was an ice cream filled smile and a vicious nod.

“Good… me too.”

Kazutora’s mind wondered off to his earlier realization.

He was.. genuinely happy.

Was it because of you?

But why?

Was it because this wasn’t anything gang related? Was it because taking care of you wasn’t gang related?

But he enjoys messing around and doing stuff with the gang. He enjoys plotting his.. revenge.. on Mikey…

Right?

He does enjoy that stuff right?

Maybe… he doesn’t?

Kazutora took a deep breath, and after counting to three he exhaled.

Maybe he should.. take a break?

From like gang stuff?

The real question is… could he take a break?

How would he go about it?

Unless…

Maybe if he babysat you more often… he could have a small break every now and then.

Yeah… that might work.. I mean, it’s not bad either. You are a good kid. Pretty fun and dorky too.

So maybe it wouldn’t be bad if he did ask to babysit you more? He wouldn’t mind it. Hopefully you and your mother wouldn’t either.

“Uh so… what would you think if I asked your mom if I could babysit you more often?”

“Banana boy be around more then?”

“Hey! I!-“ Kazutora sighed “yeah.. I’ll be around more often.. also call me Kazutora, kid.”

“Kazu!” You smiled.

“It’s Kazutora… it’s better than banana boy tho..”

“Kazuuu!”

“Hm? What ya need kid?”

“Kazu stay?”

“That depends on what your mom says.”

“I’m alright with it.” A voice from the left of Kazutora said.

“Jesus!-“ Kazutora screeched “oh- sorry ma’am. You caught me off guard I suppose..” Kazutora said apologetically while scratching his cheek.

“No worries, I did come a bit earlier than I said I would after all.” Your mother explained, smiling at Kazutora.

“So uhm.. ma’am I was wondering-“

“Momma” You said, cutting Kazutora off. “Momma Kazu stay?”

“If that’s what he wants to do.” Your mother gestured to Kazutora with a smile.

“Well actually.. that’s what I was gonna ask about..”

“Then of course! Say.. why not come for dinner? I did ask you to babysit Y/N on a whim..” she said, a guilty smile on her face.

“But ma’am, you already payed me, I couldn’t-“ Kazutora was once cut of again, but this time by a new found weight on his arm.

“Kazu stay?” You asked, clinging to Kazutora’s arm.

“I… I can’t say no to such a good kid like you can I?” Kazutora teased.

Your mother laughed. “He really pulled that card huh? Pffft-“

Kazutora then walked out of the park with you and your mother to her car.

Apparently she had a job interview today and a babysitter she had hired backed out last minute.

So she was super appreciative towards Kazutora. Otherwise she would’ve been utterly screwed over. Luckily she got the job and starts in a week or so.

Kazutora enjoyed his time at your house, he especially enjoyed the dinner that was served.

He couldn’t really imagine where his life would be going if he never accepted your mothers pleas and didn’t babysit you. Probably continuing to falsely believe he enjoyed his life the way it was.

He was grateful towards you and your mother.

You both saved him from his own self destructive thoughts.

You were his escape from that horrible way of thinking. That horrible way of life.

Nothing he could do would ever be enough to pay you both back.

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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 3 years

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Mob bucky/seb or mob chris/andy recs??

Updated 07/04/21 ✨ = Just Added

To be added please tag me in your future works!

Hey Anon! I’m so glad you asked this because Mob/Mafia! Any version of those boys is my favorite. In my previous fic recs I recommended...

If love was an option by @mianorth » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Part 1 🦋 Part 2 🦋 Part 3

Good Little Wife & Good Little Girl by @donutloverxo » Mob!Andy Barber x Reader – A little dark and it has some really good smut in it.

Blackmail by @stargazingfangirl18 » Soft!DarkMafia Andy Barber x Female Reader — You were just doing it to protect your family, at least that’s what you kept telling yourself, especially once you started to like it. (One-Shot)

Blow Sweet and Thick by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky x Reader — Bucky is having a bad day, you can help him feel good. (Part of Mafia Monday’s)

Run To You by @bestofbucky » Mob!Boss Bucky x Reader — Mob boss Bucky Barnes hires you to be his bodyguard. (Series)

Can’t Run, Can’t Hide by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!MafiaBucky Barnes x Reader — When you get noticed by the infamous mob boss, you flee. But Bucky doesn’t like to be denied anything and he’s coming for you. (One-shot)

Six Feet | Ch.1 ⚰️ Ch.2 by @queenoftheworldisdead » Dark Mob!Steve x Reader + Dark Mob!Bucky x Reader — Your family’s small funeral home comes into financial trouble. In desperation your father finds the most unlikely solution to solve his financial problems. | (Short Series)

Bankrupt by @mypoisonedvine » dark!40’s!Mob!Stucky x Reader — Your husband’s gambling addiction quickly got him in hot water with the mob, and you by extension. When some debt collectors come by to settle what is owed, you realize that you have a lot more to worry about than money problems.

Partition by @angrythingstarlight » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky comforts you after a bad day, and your boss learns why no one messes with his girl. —> Part 2: Let Me Show You — You wanted to know what your mobster boyfriend did, lucky for you he’s more into the show then tell.

Say the word and it’s yours by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mobster boyfriend rescues you from a long, boring day at work. Bucky always said, “ask and its yours”

Lost Without You by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky Barnes would be lost with you. You’re his everything and he plans on spending Valentine’s Day proving it to you.

All Dressed In White by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Reader — You were going to marry someone else, Bucky won’t let that happen. You belong to him now and forever. Till Death Do You Part.

Thick As Thieves by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader x Mafia!Steve Rogers — The only thing the Mafia hates as much as snitches are thieves. And you’re planning on stealing from Bucky and Steve, what happens if you get caught?

Won’t Let You Go by @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay » Mob!Bucky Barnes x OFC!Kori — Kori met Bucky in one of his clubs, out to get shit-faced with a couple of friends to forget about her worries and maybe take home a guy to further rid herself of her numerous frustrations. Little did she know that the one-night stand with Bucky would turn into so much more than that.

Tell Me What You Want by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve Rogers x Reader; Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mob boyfriend, is none other than Steve Rogers and he is willing to get you whatever you wanted, all you have to do is ask. And be careful what you ask for because he’s going to give it to you over and over again.

To Have & To Hold by @slyyywriting » Bucky Barnes x Mob Boss!Reader — Bucky is trying his best to provide and care for his daughter who just entered first grade. Everything was alright until she asks why everyone else seems to have a mom except for her. You’re just a plain mob boss who wants to turn a new leaf. Challenges arise when the world refuses to let you take a softer, non-violent route. A little girl helps you navigate a compromise.(series)

✨ Mob!Sugar Daddy!Stucky Moodboard by @brattycherubwrites » Mob!Stucky x Reader

✨ Laced Around Your Throat by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve x Reader, Mafia!Bucky x Reader — Your Mob boyfriend knows that the only thing that looks even better than his hand around your throat is his custom made necklace. You’re his girl and the world needs to know it.

✨ Hidden Gems by @jtargaryen18 » Mob!Steve Rogers x Mob!Daughter Reader — Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

Necessary Arrangements by @stargazingfangirl18 » Andy Barber x Fem!Reader, Ari Levinson x (Different) Fem! Reader ft. Ransom Drysdale » One of my favorite series, chapters are decent sized and the smut is so good!

Hugs My Love by @thatfuckingweirdo » Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Reader — You just really need a hug, and Bucky is the only one you want it from.

my old man is a tough man, but he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam by @cloudystevie » Mob Boss!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader — steve gives you what you want… kind of.

Brooklyn Wars by @world-of-aus » Stucky x Reader

Petals and Bullets by @revengingbarnes » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader (One of my all time favorites series)

I would check out @sinner-as-saint’s Masterlist they have quite a few Mob!Bucky series and one-shots that I have loved in the past.

Special by @buckycuddlebuddy » Bucky Barnes x Reader — this one-shot is really hot.

Love, Honor, and Obey by @constantwriter85 » Bucky Barnes — This one is good and I need to catch up on.

Mafioso by @captain-barnes-writes » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Please do yourself a favor and read.

Lipstick and Crayons by @oneoftheprettynerds » Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader - In Progress

A really good DarkMob!Steve Drabble called Please Hurt Me by @gotnofucks *chefs kiss*

The Mobster’s Little Girl by @smutsonian » Steve Rogers x Reader

off to the races 🐻 off to the races 2 by @harryspet » Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x Reader

The Ignorant Beauty & the Beast by @mysterioh » Steve Rogers x Reader – With 21 parts sadly it hasn’t been updated in 8 months, it’s one of my favorite Mob!Steve Roger fics out there. *Thanks to @inactivewhore I found out this story was moved to AO3 and is now called where angels fear to tread it was last updated on 13/11/20*

What It Takes by @cherienymphe » Bucky Barnes x Reader — You left Bucky once you found out who he really is. The one thing you thought would guarantee your safety ends up sealing your fate.

Welcome Home by @punani » Chris Evans x Black!Reader — He’s been away for awhile, but he knows that his girl’s loyalty to him knows no bounds. Knows she’s been waiting for him after her adamancy in telling him there was no other option. It’s only right to make the reunion a memorable one. | So, so, so, so freaking good!

These are what I found on Tumblr that I plan on reading.

Handmaid by @extremelyblackandwhite » Sebastian Stan x ingenue!Reader — y/n works as a handmaid for the daughter of an influential mob leader who is promised to the new boss of the most powerful mob family in new york, sebastian.

AO3 Website Reccomendations

Satellite Heart » Stucky x Reader — You used to be Steve and Bucky's girl. Then they fucking left without saying goodbye. Little did they know, you were pregnant. But life went on. You raised your Talia to the best of your ability. But one day, everything goes to shit. Now your boys are back in your life. And they're not planning on leaving anytime soon.

Little Fox A/B/O Series » Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Soft!Dark Natasha Romanoff x OFC! & Peter Parker x Soft!Dark Tony Stark — So I can’t stress this enough you need to read the tags for this series and I kept getting confused as I read this story as to how old Violet Mason is. But this series takes you on a roller coaster, I like it, my cousin didn’t finish it, I need to catch up.

Pelmeni *finished* » Stucky x Reader — James Bucky Barnes has a good life, as a member of a powerful organized crime syndicate. His best friend Steve is a member too and his literal partner in crime. Bucky's got a problem though. You. His longtime love and secret girlfriend. Unfortunately, your father is his boss and has plans for you that involve normal life. Steve has a problem too. Steve wants in on your relationship and more than the semi-regular/occasional steamy threesomes. You don't have a problem, you're just busy with a big mob wedding coming up, which means a big celebration, that you're busy catering for.

Dying For This Love » Dark!Bucky x Reader — That was before. When you were Bucky’s girl. Now, you have a score to settle. That’s why you’re wearing Bucky’s favorite red satin dress, the one with the cuts that reach right up to the tops of your thighs, the tennis necklace he gifted you for your anniversary, and are fresh off of a mani/pedi and hair appointment. He’s going to regret the day he fucked with you. | This one is intense and a tad bit dark, but the smut is good.

off to the races » Steve Rogers x Reader — In which you call the kingpin your Daddy.

The Mobster’s Little Girl » Steve Rogers x Reader — what happens when the big bad mobster gets blackmailed by your father to marry you? (kind of fluffy kind of not. kinda dark kinda not.)

Brooklyn Sweethearts » Dark!Stucky x Reader — Bucky and Steve had always been meant to keep her safe and happy. As far as anyone else was concerned, that was their sole reason for being alive. Unfortunately, the things that kept her safe were not always the things that kept her happy. Lately, she was making it pretty damn hard for them to compromise. | Probably one of my all time favorite Mafia!Stucky stories I have ever read, just sadly it also hasn’t been updated in like 8 months and I keep hoping it will get updated.

Hot Doll » Skinny!MobBoss Steve Rogers x Reader — Steve Rogers is on the rise in the New York underground as you’re trying to keep your own place there. | Dark and good!

Doctor Doctor » Steve Rogers x PlusSize! Reader — (1940 Mobster AU!) You're a war widow down on her luck; and the King of Brooklyn, Steve Rogers, takes notice. | Another one of my favorites. A little bit dark as well.

The Widow » Dark!MobBoss x Reader — It’s the 1920s and everyone’s having a roaring time but you. | Trust me it’s just dark enough.

Those are just some on AO3, I would just go through Mafia AU tag and go to filter and click Avengers or Captain America.

#you ask i answer #ktk rec ‘21 #ktk rec #ktk fic rec #mob!bucky #mafia!bucky #mob!andy barber #andy barber #andy barber x reader #bucky barnes x reader #mob!steve #dark!steve x reader #stucky x reader #fanfiction recommendation #fanfic rec #mob!sebastian stan #mob!sebastian stan x reader #mob!chris evans

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tittyblade · 3 years

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tumblr etiquette 101

a list that is nowhere near exhaustive, from yours truly.

First off, welcome! Whether you’re a twitter veteran looking for anything but whatever twitter is, or a new user just done signing up, glad to see you in our ranks beloveds! Welcome home. Refer to this quick tour to make sure your fandom experience (or tumblr experience in general) is a positive one!

Disclaimer: I know it’s long, but please try to read or skim through til the end if you’re new here! This is by no means meant to be a rule book (for the most part lol), only a guide to help you get settled easier!

1) Your blog

This is where people will see and interact with you, so put some effort into it!

Try to choose a name (url) that’s simple. You can see it as your brand, it’s how people will perceive you and remember you. If you’d like to interact with other users here (and not use the site just for the content) it’s better to have something short and sweet, preferably without spaces. (Of course, these are only suggestions.) Rest assured, you can change it literally any time you want.

Have a theme. Utilize the tool that lets you edit your blog’s color or the font of your bio! You can make it match your profile picture, or your blog if it has a theme of its own. Make it feel homey :]

Fill in your bio. People will be checking out your profile probably more often than you think. Don’t leave it empty! Put in any information you’re comfortable with sharing and isn’t too personal (like your age if you’re a minor, or other TMI that can be found on other people’s carrds). It’s always better to add a name/nickname people can use to refer to you by, but feel free to use your blog description to shitpost still.

You can have an intro post. More often than not, you’ll see a blog have a pinned post, a post permanently appearing at the top of a blog until you pin another post or unpin it. You can make one of those, if you’d like to introduce yourself in more length, link any other socials or a carrd, and show others visiting your blog how you tag things so it’ll be easy for them to navigate. Not an obligation.

Keep your anonymity and your safety. It should go without saying, but there’s no harm in repeating it just in case. Your comfort, privacy and safety has the utmost importance. Don’t share any information you don’t want to. Don’t share your age if you’re a minor, or any other incredibly personal info. I’d encourage you to go by a nickname that’s not your real name, (blog name, your brand, remember?) since there’s safety in anonymity, and that’s lowkey one of the big deals of tumblr, but that’s up to you still.

Choose what you want to be visible. Your liked posts and who you follow are all things you can set to keep to yourself and hide from the publics eye, how handy! You should go through all the setting while you’re at it, set it to your comfort.

Side blogs are a thing. You can have multiple blogs that you can use for different things (see: different fandoms, art blog, etc) to keep them organized or away from your followers. Just remember that the replies and off-anon asks you send will be from your main blog, as well as where you follow other blogs from.

2) Interacting with others

You’ve set up your account, now comes the fun part!

Follow to your heart’s desire. If you care about others seeing who you follow, fear not! In tumblr, usually only two types of blogs keep their following visible to others: newbies, and big blogs using it to point people on other good blogs’ direction. Just turn it off, and go ham following people.

Customize your dashboard. Gonna mention just two things here: this is another reason why it’s really important that you follow blogs without sparing, your dash will collect dust otherwise; and you should turn off “best stuff first” in your dashboard settings, to have a better community here and all.

Follow tags. You can set it in your settings that posts with your followed tags appear on your dashboard.

You can check the og post for edits and context. When you see a reblogged post you don’t understand the context of (or don’t recognize the character in case of fanarts), click on the profile so it will take you to the original post. From there you can check the original poster’s tags to get the context, or see if there have been any edits made to the post, since when you edit a post it doesn’t update any past reblogs.

Send people asks... This is how you make mutuals, people! Do it off-anon if you’d like them to know your blog, or anon if you’d rather not! (You can still end your messages with a signature to show you’re the same person, -[name] is one example.) Send them nice messages, ask their opinion on something, discuss things, or just straight up shitpost lol. Go wild. The sky’s your limit and it’s definitely more than 280 characters.

...and let them ask you! You can set your preference in the settings, do it on desktop tumblr to access more settings tho! What you can customize on mobile is limited (like letting people ask you things anonymously, that’s only on desktop settings). In my personal opinion, it’s always better to tag their username (or a nickname you give them, if they’re a friend) on that post, since you wouldn’t want your interactions with your friends to get buried in your blog forever.

Comment on posts. If you have something to say but don’t want the post to appear on your blog you can add a comment. The owner of the post will get a notif for it, but for anyone else you need to tag them.

For the love of god, reblog. People will only see your liked posts if you have it visible to public and they specifically go on your blog to look at them. You like something? You reblog. It’s already hard for posts to circulate properly, if you don’t reblog them literally no one will see them. If not for anything do it for the artists. Just hold and drag on mobile to fast rb.

3) Your Posts

Finally here! Don’t be a lurker, post and engage!

Make use of “read more”. If your post is long, add it. That’s what you clicked on earlier to expand this post. On desktop leave an empty line and you’ll see three dots appear, and on mobile type :readmore: on that empty line.

Draft a post to come back to it later. Pretty self explanatory.

Queue your post. Whether it’s your own post or you’re reblogging, make use of the queue feature to a) not spam reblog and fill up the dashboard of people following you and b) keep your blog active while you’re gone. Mess around in the settings, it’s fairly easy to set up.

Schedule your post. Same as queueing, the only difference is you get to choose the exact time your post will go up. Handy if you want to schedule a post for certain dates like april fools, or 5 years in the future for some reason.

Format your texts. You can do all kinds of fancy stuff here (that’s a link, try pressing on it). Twitter doesn’t have this, make use of it. Changes depending on whether you’re on mobile or desktop. (Desktop has less features.)

Check your stats. If you’re trying to understand the algorithm better or want to look at some pretty graphs you can get your data on that on desktop tumblr.

@ people in comments. You’ll get all the notifs when people comment on your posts but they won’t see your reply unless you tag them in your message.

4) Tags, and tagging a post

This is where my earlier statement “this isn’t a rule book” stops being applicable. It’s not a war crime to go against these, I won’t come chasing you (don’t take my word for this) but you’ll work up a bad rep. Just saying lol.

Do NOT crosstag posts. It’s really tempting to add unrelated tags to increase your posts’ interaction, I know, but that’s not what tumblr is about. Don’t be a dick and make other communities’ experience worse for them.

Always tag your posts with “crit/critical/discourse/etc” if it calls for it. There’s no exceptions to it. This is the reason you see people migrating to tumblr. Let people enjoy things.

Don’t main tag a critical/negative post. If your crit post is about “Thing”, you add the “Thing critical” tag, but not the “Thing” tag. People block crit tags if they don’t want to see it, don’t shove it in their faces by main tagging it.

If you don’t want to see something, just block it. Another reason why people are able to survive on tumblr. You don’t start discourse, you don’t make call-outs, you block. You can find something for every community you can think of if you go looking for it. The worst of the worst probably won’t ever appear on your dash, but if you’re worried or feel the need for it, you know where the block button is.

Feel free to shitpost or ramble. More often than not you’ll see people rb a post with a comment, and their elaboration will be in the tags. The tags are only visible on your profile and the notifications of the owner of the og blog. Just a thing people do.

Reblog artists’ posts with nice comments in the tags! Commenting on a drawing is usually done through the tags (Not an obligation, again, just a thing people do. Feel free to add your comment on the rb itself if you’d want other people to see it tho!) and leave nice messages for the artists! It’s a win-win for everyone involved.

If you have more than a single follower, always use the common tw warning tags. You don’t need to tw everything, but tw’ing some common things is the bare minimum human decency. Keep it safe for others.

Tag a post “long post” if it’s really long. Pretty self explanatory. Don’t make people scroll through all that please lol.

You can use them to organize your blog. This is more of a pro tip, if you’d like to not miss a post in your blog, cause they will start pilin’ up soon enough.

#Liveblogging is pretty fun. If you’d like to talk to people during streams, don’t forget to add the relevant tags still! Again, you won’t show up on people’s dash otherwise.

Whew! That got out of hand. Hopefully I didn’t bore you too much. Check out blogs like @heritageposts and @hellsite-hall-of-fame to honor our past o7. @mcytblr-hall-of-fame too maybe :eyes:. Anyways, don’t forget the most important rule of them all:

Enjoy your stay! You’re meant to have fun on here while also making friends (if that’s your thing). Just be kind and respectful of others, you’ll get the hang of the rest! <3

#mcyttwt #mcytblr #dream team #dream smp #mcyt #dsmp #tumblr #how to tumblr #gonna tag ppl now so more users will see it lol #dreamwasteken #georgenotfound #karl jacobs #technoblade #sbi #twitter #twitter discourse #sbitwt #sleepytwt #sleepy bois inc #HOLY shit this took so long omg my back literally hurts rn #the fuckin lengths i go to make sure tumblr doesnt get tainted w twt LMAO #anyways if youre seeing this you should follow me look at how sexy i am i spent the last 2+ hours typing this goddamn list out #also: ignore how i literally sound like its 2014 at some parts here lol i tried my best #also ignore how wack the paragraph breaks are tumblrs formatting hates me and its 4 am im too tired for this #third also: some bits here are supposed to be ironic keep that in mind pls #rolan.txt #long post #save #yes im tagging my own post as save what about it

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