#something something idk too much about dredge but I know it’s in there
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What if. phantom shark Gem
#something something idk too much about dredge but I know it’s in there#and also I just want to draw Gem with a shark snout.#and as a human of course#but shark snout. think of the possibilities#or a realistic shark head#all of it is good to me#I’m talking#hc10#dogieboogietalks
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Mom and Dad are fighting on Christmas 🎄⛄🖤
Miguel O'Hara x wife reader
TW: MINORS DNI, angst, relationship and marriage troubles, fighting, insecurity, jealousy, postpartum, talk of divorce, mild smut at the end (p in v, idk to me it's mild, I've seen worse) word count 3.3k
Credit to the gif owner keezinemugstudent! 🙏🏽
Synopsis: your marriage to Miguel is on the brink of collapse. He wakes up and tries to fix it on Christmas. Jerry Maguire inspired. 😁
Valentine's Day spinoff sequel
I tried to write something angsty. Hope everyone had/is having a good holiday season! ⛄
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Miguel's in the doghouse and he knows it. You requested a separation after you reached your limit. The kids were sick in the weeks following Thanksgiving and before Christmas and he spent the whole time working late and coming home at suspicious hours in the morning, leaving you drowning. You and the kids were piled in yours and Miguel's bed when you'd hear him come home, the front door closing and his familiar footfalls dredging down the hall, pausing only at the fridge before passing out on the couch. Oh you hated him right now. The resentment had creeped in and poisoned the marriage inside and out when he became exceedingly obsessed with work.
Protecting the stability of the multiverse was a huge undertaking, but, like all things in his life, Miguel took it to the next level. But when it came to his personal life, he was grievously lacking. The passion where you two would do it twice a day and couldn't keep your hands out of each other's pants? Ancient history. The small pecks you'd trade in the mornings were a thing of the past. Gone were the days you two would text all day and go out for dates. You didn't so much as get an "on my way home" text, instead letting the sound of his car pulling in the driveway be your confirmation of his return. You two were more roomates at this point than husband and wife.
Traditionally, on Christmas Eve after the kids went to bed, you two would take that time for each other, eating the cookies for Santa that were conveniently your favorite kind, placing the presents you two carefully shopped for and wrapped (well, mostly you wrapped), under the tree. A hysterical giggle would escape your lips at the milk mustache on Miguel's face. Then you'd two get busy on the floor in front of the fireplace, fighting back laughter as you tried to keep your moans down, every year struggling a little bit more than before because your knees weren't what they used to be before taking it to your bedroom for one more round before the chaos of Christmas morning began.
He was perfect in the beginning. The romance between you two used to be at an all time high. He was a nerd in the same friend circle when you knew him in high school, wickedly smart, the guy who won the Robotics and Math Olympiad comps and got visits from Ivy League college STEM departments, eager to scoop up his talent. Sure, he was cute, but when he went to college is when you heard he had a major glow up and became kind of cocky. You heard about how he became Spider-Man and was pretty much the greatest thing since sliced bread in the eyes of the people, saving lives and fighting villains and all. You knew how the opposite gender seemed to malfunction and forget how to act around him, so you stifled away your tiny crush you had on him for years in the smallest crevice in your brain in a forgotten folder, never thinking it'd see the light of day.
When you saw him at your high school reunion, you decided to be brave and remark on how they're playing Nickelback, which he shrugged and said he actually enjoyed them, to which you sheepishly admitted that you really enjoyed them deep down too, you just couldn't resist making yourself the person to talk shit, since there's always gotta be one hater when Nickelback comes on. A canon event, if you will. This earned a tiny side smile from him, a chink in his stoic armor. After 8 beers, some flirty jests, and a little backseat rendezvous in his car, that became the last night that you two spent apart.
You were a single mom and he was a single dad. He had Gabi who was now 10 and you had Marcus who was now 6. Then you two had little Anthony together who was now 2. At first he was at all the doctors appointments, all the parent teacher conferences, he knew what the kids were doing in school. He did bed times every night, reading in a silly voice with Gabi and Marcus both balancing on his lap while you rocked baby Anthony, smiling when you heard the kids giggling from the other room. You'd walk in after baby Anthony fell asleep in his crib, your heart melting as you saw this handsome giant of a man usually known to be cold and serious to everyone else, turn into the doting husband and loving father you knew him to be. Now, years of the monotony of every day life, pressures of raising a family, and the dying egalitarian attitude you two had as partners snowballed into your own version of Gottman's four horses, leading your marriage to Miguel into apocalypse.
At first, he welcomed the separation as you two battled in the kitchen.
"You wanna separation, fine, I'll do you one better. I'll fucking leave! Felicia's better company anyway," he smirked.
There wasn't real truth behind his statement, but he knew it would hurt you when you heard it. He'd be lying if he said Felicia wasn't an attractive woman, but, she simply wasn't you. He had learned his lesson on cheating years ago when he fumbled his relationship with Gabi's mother.
Ouch. But his words could be daggers when he wanted them to be, and he knew just how to twist them into you. Of course it was Felicia. Felicia, the gorgeous Black Cat recruit from work. Her silvery hair that halted midway down her back and startling blue eyes that could drown any man in them. She didn't have kids either, a life with her promised excitement, passion, and freedom. She was witty and funny and had a way of making anyone in her vicinity listen when she spoke. And to add insult to injury, she had a killer body.
After giving birth, you became so busy, and with reassurance from Miguel that you were still beautiful to him, you let your desire to get your body to "snap back" sit on the back burner. Signs of motherhood and postpartum marked you with purple stripes running vertical on your soft belly and a new plushness to your thighs. Basically, Felicia was a complete 180 from the woman you were, which made the sting of his words that much more unbearable. He took your vulnerabilities and threw them in your face.
"Oh so you admit it, finally! I know there was something going on between you two. Makes sense. She's a gorgeous woman, right? She can fucking have you then. What, are you in love with her?"
Miguel rolled his eyes, annoyed with the superficialness of your statement and your obsession with looks, despite him reassuring you many times that he wouldn't look at other women.
"I'm not in love with her, but she doesn't nag me all the fucking time like you do. I bust my ass every day for this family so you don't have to work. I don't know who this new woman is that I'm looking at right now and what she's done with my wife, but it's not the woman I fell in love with. It would be nice if you could show me a little appreciation once in a while."
You felt your blood pressure rise.
"Appreciation.... APPRECIATION, are you fucking kidding me?! I was up all goddamn night with Gabi and Marcus. I run this fucking household all by myself. I quit my fucking career to stay home and raise your kids. Do you not understand how lonely that is?"
"I'M LONELY!!! " he yells, triggered, the feelings bottled up, fizzed over and hurtled at you like a cork on a champagne bottle. "How do you think I feel? I got women at work practically throwing themselves at me but I don't do anything about it because I'm a good husband. Meanwhile, my own wife doesn't wanna fuck me. I'm a prisoner in my own fucking house."
Your eyes almost slipped from their sockets from rolling them so hard. He seemed to want a cookie and a gold star for just being loyal, the bare minimum.
"Oh, so you wanna fuck them? Go ahead! Maybe I'd fuck you if you actually gave a shit about me and not like I'm some damn fleshlight you use to get off!" You hurl back.
He left and checked into a hotel down the street.
A few weeks had passed and it was now Christmas. You were getting used to being separated but your heart still ached in your chest. You couldn't go on doing life, when the one person you did life with was nowhere to be found. You couldn't listen to your favorite songs, eat your favorite foods, or even look at your own children without being reminded of him. Gabi was his spitting image. Same with Anthony. Even Marcus, who was his stepson, started adopting Miguel's mannerisms. The way he'd scratch his head while he did his math homework, deep in concentration.
It was Christmas evening at your mom's. You joined the other women in your family, your non-politically correct Aunt, your soft spoken sister-in-law, your mother with a don't-try-me attitude, and your younger sister with a sass to rival your mother's. You were all complaining about the men in your lives, your aunt rattling off about her 3 ex husbands but, 'hey she collects alimony from two of them so she can't complain!', your younger sister complaining about the frat guys at college who just wanna get in your pants, your sister in law who's silent the whole time (your brother treats her like a queen), and your mom about your asshole dad with an erratic mother who was incapable of cutting the apron strings and made her life a living hell. The kids are laughing and playing in the basement, eagerly trying out their new Nintendo Switch Santa left under the tree.
"I'm here for my wife."
Your feminine council meeting is interrupted by an unwelcome masculine figure. It's your estranged husband, Miguel, the coffee-colored strands of hair that hung over his forehead starting to wet from the snowflakes that melted under the warmth of the room as he stepped inside, a look of regret and longing embedded in his eyes that you hadn't seen since your earliest days of knowing him.
His strong hands dangled at his sides in fists, his chest heaving up and down. His navy blazer bearing dark water stains from the melted snow. He had a revelation at work. He and Peter B. stopped an anomaly that was terrorizing the streets of Queens in Peter's universe. The battle was close, almost a little too close to where he lived, putting MJ and Mayday in direct danger. After the job was done, the moving and emotional reunion between Peter B., MJ, and Mayday was his epiphany.
As the little family reveled in their joy and relief of evading the ultimate disaster, the only thing there for Miguel at the point of his return was the inanimate, empty, thin walls of his apartment and the thoughts of you, his severed family, that inevitably haunted him. He needed you back. He needed to apologize and fix it now.
He ran from your house to your mom's in the snow and all. It was the first Christmas Eve he spent not in between your thighs and buried deep inside you. It was the first Christmas morning he didn't wake up to Gabi's blueberry pancakes and Marcus tackling him while Anthony screamed in delight. It was going to be the first Christmas night without his family by his side, an uncomfortably obvious empty seat at the table he rightfully belonged. Next to you.
Sometimes you don't know the value of something until it's gone. Sometimes life gets in the way and you forget to appreciate the person in front of you. Why did I treat my wife like garbage when all she ever wanted was for me to ask how her day was? Why were we on our way to winding up like both sets of our parents? Doomed to repeat the cycle of divorce and hurt. Doomed to lose your faith in love and marriage like all the maternal figures in your family before you did.
Now here he was, in the living room while your mom, sister, and aunt moved towards each other, eyes squinting, three pitbulls willing to jump in on your behalf while your sister in law just stayed frozen in place. He was in enemy territory and he needed to choose his words carefully.
"Not here Miguel..."
"YES here. Right now." He says in a firm voice. "You're not getting rid of me, woman."
You scoff, almost amused by his sudden urgency and painting you like you're the one who wanted this family to be broken apart.
"The kids are downstairs..." you start to say, hoping that the mention that innocent ears could be prying into the adult conversation would help him simmer down.
"I'll see them in a minute." He says flatly.
"I miss my wife...."-he chokes on the last word, wife.
"And I want her to come home." He knew at any time his words would give way to the reservoir of tears built up behind it.
You stood there, incredulous.
"I don't want to come home to an empty apartment. I don't want my own bed. I'm ashamed it took me losing you and the kids for me to wake up. And, I'm so so sorry. I'll do whatever I can to be better. To be a better man for you and the husband that you needed. We both got caught up in real life and focused on the kids so much that we lost each other. Well, this is me trying to find my way back."
Your lips parted slightly as your breathing became heavier. This was all you ever wanted to hear him say. Stop neglecting the love between you two that laid dormant, a plant starved of sunshine. For him to finally shake off the stubborn shackles that was his ego and express himself to you. Let him allow you back into his heart, no longer as a guest, but a permanent resident.
"You're... you're everything to me. And I'm not leaving here tonight until you let me know if you'd allow me the opportunity to get hurt by you again," a tear rolled down his cheek, his scarlet eyes yearning, his hands pining for the feel of you. As though the madness of not having you alone could stop his heart from beating, stop his world from turning, rearrange life as he knew it into a hollow existence not worth seeing.
Your own reservoir could not be held back any longer and started to roll down your cheeks. He managed to peel back the walls you built with his apology, revealing the woman underneath who just missed her husband.
He steps closer to you now, eager to bridge the rest of the space between your bodies.
"You still love me?" he asked softly.
Your chest heaves, shoulders raising then falling sharply, feeling yourself crack with exasperation under his burning gaze as you softly answer,
"Never stopped."
He grabs you and pulls you into him, his embrace is tight as though you'd disappear if he dared to break it. He tangles a hand in your hair and presses his cheek into your head, his eyes closed, drinking in the scent he'd been away from for weeks. You bury your face in his chest, trying to make yourself small and allowing his frame to swallow you whole, not minding his wet shirt and blazer that still have a slight chill on them from the storm outside, allowing your body heat to seep into his. You both began to rock back and forth a little bit, still locked inside your hug. It was as though the passing of time had evaporated and it was only you two in the room, nevermind your family witnessed the whole thing.
After several long moments, you pull apart and he offers you one of his dazzling smiles, one you hadn't seen in months. The kids have made their way upstairs and shriek with excitement when they see their dad and Miguel bends down to scoop them up. You smile and stand beside your mom who scoops you into a side hug. With her blessing, Miguel stays and celebrates the rest of Christmas with you and your family.
Gabi, Marcus, and Anthony are now all tucked in. The sugar from the chocolate they consumed all day had worn off, making them crash hard in their beds. You and Miguel are cuddled up on the couch watching the fireplace, taking some needed time as a couple. You stroke his strong arms that are wrapped around you with your fingertips, watching the way the flames leap and spark in the air when they crackle against the charred wood. You look up at him and feel a wave of desire wash over you that you had pent up for months as you study his chiseled features and the way the fire's glow highlights his skin.
"Should we end this Christmas with a bang?" You ask, pun fully intended.
Miguel looks at you tiredly, trying to act like that wasn't a witty remark but he lets out a chuckle. "I'd love to," he whispers.
He takes both your cheeks in his large hands and brings his lips to you immediately. They're soft and full. You feel yourself melting into him every time he sandwiches yours in between them. He reclines you backwards, slowly, until he's on top of you. He lets the weight of his body and hips come down on you little by little, making you arch your back, so your body can better receive him.
Once he lets you taste his tongue, you open your mouth wider, permitting him to deepen the kiss, tossing kindle onto the growing flame between you two, and it's not the one in your fireplace. You take your turn to dial up the heat, seizing his bottom lip in a gentle nip from your teeth, earning a low groan from Miguel and a tightened grip on your hair.
As you continue your steamy makeout session, he begins to hump gently against your clothed body, a nonverbal plea for the wet friction only the inside of you can provide.
After your frantic hands strip each other of your clothes, you've transitioned so you're straddling him in the lotus position, goosebumps popping up all over your skin as your bare body meets his, a high pitched gasp escaping you as you sink down onto him, his mouth falling open and his eyes shutting closed as he breathes in your ear,
"God, I missed you, baby."
You whine into his neck as you coil your fists in his hair. His hands fly to the soft flesh of your sides, using them to move you up and down, his haggard breaths making you weaker and weaker by the minute. You hum,
"I missed you even more."
The next move of his hips is harder than you anticipated, causing your brain to go fuzzy with pleasure.
"How much?" he exhales in a sultry tone.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you all week,"your tone turning into pleading as you feel yourself approaching your limit.
Miguel can't help but feel himself lose his mind a little bit at your words and at your reaction, sensing you won't be able to hold on much longer.
He lays you down, while still keeping himself inside. He slows down to a more sensual pace, breathing in the sight of your wild hair clinging to the couch cushions, evidence of him hitting you in all the right spots every time the inner corners of your eyebrows squinch upwards and your lips fall open.
His loving eyes burn with worship of your body and how well you're doing as he runs a thumb along your chin then pulls down your bottom lip, leans in and mumbles quietly into your mouth,
"Merry Christmas, Mrs. O'Hara."
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Enemy Mine - Epilogue
Warnings: Mentions of the war and war injuries. Nothing graphic.
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Y/N pushed herself up. A blinding, electric pain shot behind her eyes, causing her gorge to rise with the surge of agony. Suddenly, someone was rubbing her back as she heaved into the can they'd placed next to her.
Then there was nothing.
The next time, she didn't try to sit up, instead opening her eyes slowly taking in the dimly-lit room. She dared a look around, turning her head to the left, then to the right. Next to her was her mum sleeping on a reclining chair. And across the room, someone was sitting in a chair, also sleeping, his chin resting on his chest. At first, she thought it was her dad, but the features were wrong. She squinted, but her head throbbed from the effort, and a wave of nausea rolled over her. Not wanting a replay of the last time, she lay back down and closed her eyes, letting sleep take her again.
~•~
Y/N looked around. The sun shone through the window, casting a golden glow across the room. A hospital room.
She raised her head a little.
No pain or sickness now. Good, she thought. Time to try sitting up.
Slowly, inch by inch, Y/N pushed herself up. Her arms shook from the effort, but it seemed the worst was finally over.
"Mum?" She croaked.
"She and your dad have gone home to get showers and something to eat. They'll be back soon."
Y/N turned toward the voice. "Fred?"
"The one and only," he grinned and handed her a glass of water. "Welcome back to the world. How are you feeling?"
Y/N shrugged. "Ok, I guess. Weak and shaky," she looked down at herself. "What happened?"
"You saved my life."
"I - I did?" Y/N's eyebrows crinkled together as she tried to dredge up any sort of memory, and then her eyes widened. "There was an explosion..."
"Yeah. You pushed me out of the way and took the hit instead."
A dull ache echoed down her spine, and she rubbed the back of her neck. Her mind may not remember what happened, but her body certainly did. "How long have I been here?" She asked.
Fred thought for a minute. "A little over two weeks. The days have started to run together."
"Two weeks?! Seriously? You better not be fucking with me Fred Weasley."
"Hey, I wouldn't joke about something like this!" Fred looked genuinely offended.
"No. No, you wouldn't. I'm sorry, Freddie," she reached out and squeezed his hand. "You've matured a lot these past few years."
"Didn't have a choice," he shrugged. "Owning a business and living in a war zone will do that to a person."
Y/N simply nodded and gave a knowing smile.
A companionable silence fell between them. So much had happened since that fateful day he showed up at her doorstep declaring his love. For a long time, despite their attempts at friendship, they danced a precarious circle around each other, with Y/N stepping close, only to pull back again. It wasn't until after she left Hogwarts and was no longer bombarded daily by the memories of their past enmity that her and Fred's friendship finally blossomed.
"Hey, um," Fred began. "Thanks for saving my life. I owe you one."
"I would've been very sad if you died," she said.
"I would've been sad too," Fred replied. "Well, not sad that I died. Though if I could feel sad about being dead, I would. You know? But no, what I mean to say is that I'd be very sad if you died."
Y/N couldn't help but smile at his fumbling sweetness. It was hard to believe this was the same person she'd waged war against for so many years. Fred Weasley was proof that people could change if they really wanted to. And it was that change that prompted her to speak the words she said next.
"I think I know of a way you can pay me back."
"Name it, and it's yours," he grinned.
"A kiss."
"What?" Fred looked like a fisherman who'd just caught a whale.
"You heard me."
He continued to stare at her, mouth hanging open.
"Of course, if you don't want to, I'm sure I can think of - "
"No, no, it's not that. I do want to," Fred stammered. "It's just that this is so sudden, are you sure you - "
"It's not as sudden as you think," she interrupted. "I've been thinking about it for a while."
Y/N could've knocked him over with a feather. "You have? For how long? Why didn't you - "
"Fred," she cut in. "Shut up and kiss me."
So, he did. Slowly and gently, afraid to apply too much pressure to her fragile being.
"I've dreamed of doing that for so long," Fred sat back, a little breathless. "Now the dream has come true," he marveled, his lips spreading into a mischievous grin. "You know, it took you long enough."
Y/N cocked an eyebrow. "You know, this would've happened much sooner if you hadn't thrown that snake in my hair."
"Hey now! I was just trying to tell you I liked you."
"And in the process, gave me a snake phobia for the rest of my life!" Y/N reminded him. "You should've thrown flowers instead."
"Well, yeah, but then you'd be afraid of gardens." His grin was absolutely impish.
The mirth in her eyes belied her otherwise stern expression. "Remind me to kick your ass when I'm well enough," she ordered.
"Of course, my love," Fred smiled and outstretched his long arms. "My ass and all the rest of my devastatingly gorgeous self belongs to you and only you. Now and forever."
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alright next up on the list of ideas to dredge up from the drafts and talk about in more detail is the focus on books in this season, because its driving me around the bend
but because i literally have no answers whatsoever to this, im just going to do a crowley-core #justgirlythings and just ask questions:
ep2 goob (rip) lines: "books are key!" which ok yeah obvious but:
"and see, the big ones can be used as fly swats - and i know what you're thinking, but it's okay, because the beauty part is, it never works!"... hmmmm
but also earlier on, goob asks aziraphale "what [letter] comes after 'K'?", which is 'L', but goob then immediately refers back to his book that he's alphabetising, which is A Tale of Two Cities, and that starts with 'it'...? so why highlight the letter 'L'? (this might be something of nothing but given Book of Life idk could literally have been ANY other letter)
but then we have the rest of the episodes that cascaded from the two things above; first, the book blueprint of the universe in ep1, which AWCW was referring to, but only from page 11 onwards (so what was on pages 1-11?):
ep2: crowley discovering that jane austen wrote books (like, other than it being a comedic point of their conflicting remembrance of her as a person, and gives the "you think you know someone!" foreshadowing, it felt very pointed that crowley learns that she was a writer as well)
ep2 also sees aziraphale looking at a huge tome which, given everything that's going on, seems weird that he'd be randomly consulting? idk what the book is so not doubling down on this... anyone know if ive just missed something obvious?
but also makes a point of consulting the bible after goob recites what god said to job in the bookshop. which, given that he and crowley readily recognise what god says (he even says to crowley, "I most certainly do [remember]"), seems weird that they'd need to consult a book to remind them who job was and his story... could be exposition and for the cool fall-through effect, but possibly felt a bit unneeded. plus, it got aziraphale so absorbed that he totally conked out and missed crowley leaving the shop:
aziraphale writing in his diary at his desk on his bed, lying in his tummy, feet kicking in the air, in ep3:
the magician's pamphlet that not only follows aziraphale's epiphany of realising he's in love with crowley but also literally sets up the opportunity for aziraphale to demonstrate how much he trusts him, and is ultimately used against them in being discovered as (at least) being traitors to their respective sides:
plus the Hoffman book, and the angel field-guide:
like, oversimplifying, but literally all of ep5 being based on jane austen works
emphasis on muriel wanting to read books in the background of the Showdown going on in ep6, being chucked The Crow Road by crowley, and metatron being weirdly interested in the fact that they're reading it... like, how would he not know what a book is? why is it "excellent", and a "perfectly splendid thing to do"? odd choice of words even if you want them to take over the bookshop:
now this one i can believe is literally just about goob in the shop and that's fine, but again the emphasis on books anyway (and also michael's weirdly strong but conflicting memory? might write a different post about that bc i think michael got got by metatron somewhere along the line):
back to ep2 but fitting to bookend on:
so okay yeah sure, im certain the book of life comes into all of this somewhere (ive posted about it here but im fairly certain it's not what heaven/hell seems to claim it is, and i think only the metatron truly knows that). there's been a lot of emphasis on memory too in this season, but taking that out of the equation a minute, the main things giving me heebie-jeebies is goob's line about using big books as fly swats, and obviously metty-babes' weird reaction to the crow road...
idk where im going with this and ill probably look at this again but all of this was floating around my noggin and i couldn't take it anymore
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jai’s ao3 recommendations: age gap au
#jai’s recs ○ all fic recs
disclaimer: not all of these are true age gap fics (aka the differences in age aren't very significant), but i decided to be flexible with the trope cuz idk why not. so some of them are more like "one character is in a more mature stage in life than the other" even if they're maybe only like 2 years apart or something.
Updated November 7, 2023
yoonkook
Anything Lovely by deepslowpanic
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↳ Yoongi feels like spring, and then he feels like summer. And sometimes he feels almost like home.
the castle on the hill by bellamees
explicit, SAD!! SO SAD!!, based on hyyh
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trying my best by gimmethatagustd
explicit, rock band au, hurt/comfort, shameless plug LOL istg i will finish it one day
↳ Forced to attend Alcoholics Anonymous by his manager, Yoongi, a washed-up frontman recently kicked out of his band, struggles to come to terms with the fact that he needs help. Jungkook doesn’t know much about music but knows how to be a good sponsor.
The Sweet Taste of Orange by 2019_0201
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↳ On a scale of 1 to 10, Jeon Jungkook would rank his coven's inability to treat him like a fully functional adult vampire a 20. At 300, he was well past the age where it made sense to be babied. Even before he died, he'd been an adult with responsibilities, even if his coven didn't see it that way. Min Yoongi didn't look at him that way though. As a human pushing 30, Yoongi was fascinated with Jungkook and everything he was. He thought he was, dare Jungkook say, cool, and honestly, he couldn't get enough of it.
skip a step and back by exarite
explicit, bdsm, strangers to lovers, slowburn, this fic is incomplete but i love it and idk maybe one day they'll finish it, you need an account to read it
↳ Jungkook tries to transition his and Yoongi's purely d/s relationship into more.
taegi
La Vie by veat
explicit, strangers to lovers, A/B/O, you’ll need an account to read it
↳ Taehyung is an Omega in his 30’s and he’s still single, that thought would haunt him quite often. But it's ok, he’s used to it. He’s even used to spending his heats all by himself. But then one time his friend Jimin suggested he should hire a partner for his upcoming heat and Taehyung got curious about it..
If I'm Not the Only One Like This by fadetomorrow
explicit, strangers to lovers
↳ Taehyung meets Yoongi and tries to be his sugar daddy, except he's the younger one and Yoongi rejects all of his gifts. It doesn't really work out until it does.
Morningtide by tonghua
explicit, A/B/O, sugar daddy yoongi x sugar baby taehyung
↳ With tuition bills piling up, Taehyung gets roped into signing up to get matched with a sugar daddy. An omega named Yoongi reaches out to him and soon Taehyung isn't sure how transactional he can keep their agreement.
My Playlist #27 by ourdesertrose
explicit, frenemies to lovers, humor, slowburn
↳ In which Yoongi unintentionally dredges Taehyung out of a bad breakup. And they maybe fall in love too.
set me free by veat
explicit, strangers to lovers, A/B/O, religious content, rock band au, tbh idr if their age is actually mentioned but it feels like tae is younger than yoongi imo, this is restricted so you'll need an account to read it
↳ Taehyung is a young omega who was raised in a strict catholic family. Yoongi is an alpha and the singer and leader of a rock band in Seoul. Their lives would start to change when their worlds collide.
taekook
tolerate it by calicovkoo
explicit, enemies to lovers, taekook are actors playing two characters in a relationship
↳ The way Taehyung looks from this angle–hair fanned across a field of flowers and the sun kissing his lashes, lips a tad rosier than before–has Jungkook’s heart skipping a beat. He almost forgets they’re acting. And he completely forgets that kiss isn’t in the script until the director finally calls ‘cut’.
bullet with butterfly wings by locks
explicit, strangers to lovers, dilf jungkook x college kid taehyung, the first mxm fic i ever read and one of my ult favorites 🥹
↳ Jeongguk hires Taehyung to teach his son how to play the guitar, but Taehyung ends up teaching Jeongguk something about himself.
Nefelibata by dovekook
explicit, strangers to lovers, hurt/comfort, writer taehyung x recent college grad jungkook, this is a good one if you love #literature, one of my FAVORITE fics
↳ Kim Taehyung’s reputation as an author comes in three parts: award-winning, troubled, and completely reclusive. When recent graduate Jungkook receives a letter inviting him to interview for a literary residency at the enigmatic writer’s home, two hidden lives are laid bare.
The Give and the Take by JKDoYouLoveMe
explicit, dom/sub, college au, roommates to lovers
↳ Young and inexperienced college student Jeongguk thinks he is a dom. His older and considerably more experienced roommate Taehyung is quite determined to show him that he is, in fact, not a dom. Drama ensues.
anoesis by honeybeams
explicit, strangers to lovers, vampires, college student jungkook
↳ As a new fledgling, Jeongguk doesn't know to keep his own feelings in check, sure his sire can feel everything across the bond they share: the desire, the affection, how flustered he gets when they spend time together. What he doesn't realize is how badly Taehyung wants him back.
Hungered for Your Touch by Books_and_Peonies
explicit, i haven't read it yet but it's on my to-read list
↳ Relationship after relationship, Jungkook finds himself with men that don't treat him the way he longs to be. Home from college for the summer, Jungkook meets his dad's new friend, Taehyung, and the longing grows more and more each time he's near.
Turn the Page by Books_and_Peonies
explicit, college au, i haven't read it yet but it's on my to-read list
After leaving a lucrative career, Taehyung goes back to college to earn a degree in art, and meets Jungkook, an art major more than a decade younger. When Jungkook discovers that Taehyung never experienced a "real" college experience, he makes it his mission to show Taehyung everything college has to offer.
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Okay but BJ/Hawkeye/Sidney is such a good rare ship! One of the first MASH fics I read was for that OT3 before I even met 2/3 characters involved but GOD was it written so well and reminded me of another OT3 very close to my heart so I just sort of latched on lmao. And frankly it's tragic BJ never had any sessions with Sidney, because he definitely needed it. The man seriously struggled being away from home, let us see him deal with it in a healthy way!
Also aaaaaAHHHH I just watched An Eye for a Tooth and it was so good! I am so fond of Margaret and Hawkeye's friendship and this was such a good episode for that, and it was so nice to see a bit more of Margaret and BJ's friendship as well. It was such a delightful episode to watch all around, I loved all the silly pranks, and the way they all worked together at the end to mess with Charles because of COURSE they figured out he was behind it all, they're truly unstoppable when they put their heads together. And the subplot of Mulcahy wanting that promotion was great too, I always love seeing more Mulcahy storylines and just as much as I can get of him being an absolute sweetheart.
Also I'm complete garbage and relished in every one of the several shower scenes in this episode because mmmmm b o y s
I wish you could see me irl because I just chinhandsed when you said that was one of the first fics you read because I'm imagining that was Flootz's. Flootz, zir impact continues to be so widely spread and appreciated, god bles.
Honestly that's part of what I love so much about the Sidney and BJ dynamic, like, it is so underexplored, and you can easily say that it's because BJ is avoiding being alone with him to be analyzed, and that makes them so so much fun to write together. Just these extreme depths of potential, all the hidden secrets that can be dredged up, all the things BJ didn't actually realize that he buries. It gets me. I need a million more fics about them even if I have to write them all my damn self.
Eye for a Tooth is so much. It's so much. I'm not normal about it. Sometimes I feel bad that I'm not normal about it because the overwhelming majority of people that I know saw That Moment with BJ and Margaret as something unsettling and frightening, and something is probably wrong with me as a person because I Was Not Unsettled At All. Maybe it was because I could tell from the moment that the scene started that something was in the water, so I wasn't actually surprised when it hit, but A, it gave me great characterization and sad-past fodder for young BJ, and B, the hand-holding. The hand-holding, anon. idk if you noted it but in the aftermath, BJ and Margaret are just holding hands literally the entire time until he helps her back to her feet, and it makes me goddamn tender every time. Even then, he is trying to comfort her! Even then, he's holding that lifeline so she can remember the Truth of what just happened! I'm unwell about it! That moment alone takes anything potentially frightening about that scene and obliterates it for me because that. One. Lingering. Handhold. Tells me that even before the scene began, BJ needed her to know that she was safe.
Don't look at me, I'm fine, and I'm very normal about them, don't listen to what anyone else tells you—
The Mulcahy subplot is so interesting to me because I understand him craving recognition because it is a long-running theme that Mulcahy doesn't think he's doing any good on the ground, but I would've loved to see them lean into a conflict inside of him, that he's seeking worldly favor over spiritual fulfillment, that sort of thing? It's probably the ex-evangelical in me but there would've been something so satisfying about him having to actually grapple with the fact that he is basically willfully going against his God-given directive of humility and caretaking through his pursuit of higher rank, higher pay, literally demanding these things from time to time. Very camel through the eye of a needle, right?
That's actually part of the reason I haven't done much with Mulcahy yet in my fics. I know I'm gonna want to dig into that with him but I also know it's going to necessitate a deep dive, and once I start getting into his head, I am not coming out for a very long time fhsdkfd I just really wanna bring these desires of his full circle.
(also the shower scenes are hot as hell and the chopper pilot wanted to blow Mulcahy's back out, I know this in my heart)
#this got much longer than i ended please excuse me#i have a lot more thoughts but i am continuing to try and be normal#and not be the guy who has published roughly 70% of the margaret and bj ship fics on ao3#and not the guy who wants to rip mulcahy's faith away from him as painfully as possible rather than just the priesthood#these are not popular views i don't think fhkdfds#long post#my ramblings
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sleep, chronic, relaxation, stress
all about health meme (answered ooc cuz vash would never share any this shit)
sleep: how many hours a night does my muse sleep? do they take naps? how restful is their sleep? do they experience nightmare? if so, how often?
{honestly, for vash, it varies... a LOT. in extreme cases, he gets as little as 3 hours (which is thankfully rare), and on the other end, he's been known to sleep for 12 hours straight (which generally means he's about to fall ill). most of the time, he falls between 6-8 hours, due to the fact that he wakes up between 7-9am no matter how late he falls asleep, which ranges anywhere from 10pm to 1am. it doesn't help him feel any less tired most of the time.}
{if he thinks he can get by with it, he DEFINITELY takes naps, and it's something he's started to do a lot more now that he's travelling with a group and feels safe enough to. he did it occasionally when he was on his own, but usually when he was between towns; he otherwise felt like he was being lazy and wasting time that he could be spending helping other people, and it's still hard to fight the feeling sometimes.}
{his general sleep quality HAS improved though, because now that he sleeps with wolfwood and the rest of the gang every night, he feels like it's relatively safe to take off his prosthetic arm and that they'll probably protect him long enough for him to put it back on if something were to happen.}
{but he still isn't very restful when he's asleep; he shifts around a lot and finds himself waking up slightly through the night whether he really registers it or not, typically because of chronic pain. on top of that, he's a light sleeper anyway; he used to be a deeper sleeper, but he's kind of trained himself out of it... in that he has so much anxiety. all the time. and knows it's never really safe to get TOO deep in sleep.}
{he's also... pretty nightmare prone. he tells himself he's used to it and for the most part, that's true, but god knows there's a lot of shit he just REFUSES to process and acknowledge that his subconscious dredges up when he's asleep and they've just gotten worse the longer he's been alive. he has nightmares more nights than not, and he tends to remember the more intense ones.}
{this man is honestly so sleep deprived please help him.}
chronic: does my muse have any chronic health conditions / illnesses? how do these affect them from day-to-day?
{so first of all. by this point vash definitely has chronic fatigue. and he definitely has a form of chronic pain. i'm tempted to give him fibromyalgia on top of everything else he has going on because it's something i personally have and idk what it's like to NOT have fibromyalgia honestly.}
{if you were to ask vash, he would tell you that it doesn't affect his day to day life much. and probably he's not entirely wrong, because this is just... The Way He Lives Now.}
{but he looks perpetually tired and almost always looks like he's in a little bit of pain, but he's gotten good at playing it off and hiding it. it's a small part of why he wears his shades All The Time; if he does things right, no one can notice the circles under his eyes and the wrinkle between his eyebrows that reveal these things.}
{he also tends towards having a bit of a limp when the pain really starts to get bad; he can force himself to ignore it, and usually he puts forth an effort to hide it so no one will notice enough to either worry, or take advantage of it.}
{vash is a very paranoid little man who hates giving off signs of weakness or vulnerability and if he starts to actively complain, he either trusts you a LOT, or you should worry. most likely, both.}
relaxation: what does my muse do to relax? do they find it easy to carve out time to relax?
{answering this one for lostcompact!!}
stress: does my muse handle stress well? what is a surefire sign for others to tell that they’ve become stressed? how does stress affect them mentally / physically?
{vash can handle short-term stress pretty well; if it's something he knows how to handle, and he feels like he's helping someone, he almost relishes the stress and is pretty in control of the situation. it's why getting shot at doesn't REALLY bother him anymore, at least in the moment; it's afterwards where you have to worry.}
{the more stressed he gets, the more vash fidgets and squirms idly. this can be hard to detect if you've just met him because the guy already naturally fidgets, but if he starts to mess with his handcuff or if he starts to mess with his hands more than usual. he usually only really touches his handcuff when he's getting VERY nervous.}
{and, of course, he starts to whip out the empty, hurting grin.}
{in terms of behavior, he kind of goes... just about everywhere, but he makes an even more concerted effort to be funny, like SEE WOULD A DEPRESSED PERSON DO THIS [becomes the worst most annoying clown of a man no man's land has ever seen], but he's also got a tendency to just start crying at the drop of a hat without even knowing why, usually the moment he stops being busy and stops performing for people. this habit is one he hides the MOST.}
{stress especially results in him eating less frequently, feeling more nauseous, starting to shake, and having a harder time putting his thoughts together. if he's stressed AND feeling useless and worthless, his self-care just walks off a cliff to die, much to the chagrin of literally everyone he travels with, and he's being forced to learn to stop doing that.}
{his mental issues... also generally get a lot worse. his depression and anxiety ESPECIALLY.}
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You said friends should send their opinions about the Junmyeon thing. And like yeah they tease him but he always gives it back too? He would relentlessly tease Jongdae for instance, when Jongdae is the one who says Junmyeon is his bias in EXO - so you know hyper focusing in on how your fave is the one being treated badly is a weird mindset if you can not acknowledge all the way he gives that back and teases the other members too. Another example I could think of about Junmyeon saying something that out of context could seem quite mean spirited is when during the aquarium visit in climb the ladder he mentioned that Beluga whale's IQ is the same es Sehun's. If anon wants to bring up how members behaviour looks to non fans then how does Junmyeon calling the maknae stupid look to outsiders? I am not saying this to attack Junmyeon but merely to illustrate my point that this kind of thing is something they all do. He isn't the one victim TM in this group. Plenty of times someone else is the butt of the joke. Often even jokes made by Junmyeon. These guys even found ways to clown on Kyungsoo non verbally when he made a hand gesture to shoo the camera away they all copied him. Its like they are us here on tumblr with stupid shit becoming a meme in their group immediately kinda like how vanilla extract was a thing. And you don't have to find every meme funny. Just like you don't have to find their jokes funny. But they are jokes. Among friends. And francly you are doing a little too much self projecting onto your bias if you think he is the only one in the crosslines of this kind of bad fun. Like maybe if we tally up every joke on every aired second of exo content out there we can draw percentages of who they make fun of the most often. But what would be the point of that other than giving fans another metric for in fighting. Like do the solo stans of the members that get made fun of the most get to then go on and hate everyone else. People already hate each other over whose fave has the least amount of views the least amount of screentime the least jobs etc etc. We gotta stop doing this its ridiculous. Because these boys love each other. They have proven over nearly 11 years just how much they love each other genuinely so dredging up who said what about whom in order to sow discourse is in my opinion so so stupid
this is perf. just great points all across rina.
like i have been saying there is no malice or ill intentions with the joking around because they've known each other for so long. also not to mention theyre all grown adults so im pretty sure they can take light hearted teasing lol.
idk i never really saw this as some sort of issue considering the fact thats just what theyre like and everyone dishes it out and takes it. just bc theres teasing doesnt mean they dont like each other as ive said they are nothing but supportive of each other and have been for 11+ years.
i do wanna give anon the benefit of the doubt maybe theyre new to the fandom and arent aware of the dynamic just yet but never in my years of stanning did i think any member was a target in bad intentioned making fun and im kinda upset i was doubting it ngl
exo will always be together and are 9. exo will always be there for each other. i hope this makes sense im tired lol
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kin heidrich
kin heidrich is my 6′3′, happy-go-lucky, humanoid ray of sunshine, biker, metalhead, german, “undead” (theres no word for it and i’ll explain it later on her toyhouse i have not made yet) werekin/werewolf (werekin: she has wolf ears, paws, and a tail in humanoid form.) i dont wanna get into her past rn bc it’s.. bad. anyway.
has black eyelids just like most of the undead/smnelse/etc i can explain kinda later characters here idk why thats a thing. again, almost sunshine incarnate. she has some anger repression issues, but she never takes them out on anyone. for the most part. at worst, someone annoying her or someone she likes will get what is a weirdly polite, “crazy-eyed threat”, which is usually just to get lost for a while, but mostly that happens if someone bothers someone she cares about enough. she doesn’t really do that if she is herself bothered so much. but if it is someone else, she will tell them to get away from them very politely, with a... stare. it works. it also helps that all of her teeth are very, very sharp.
she got the “crazy eyes” nickname because her eye color is red, with small, slit shaped pupils. she’s totally aware of it, and finds it accurate/funny. if she feels out of options often when she is scaring someone into going away, she will tell them something along the lines of that it is very unlikely that she’d ever hurt anyone, but “never zero.” it almost never happens; unless someone really fucks up with someone she cares about, mostly. almost never when she is herself the target of torment. (one example: someone threatened one of her friends and she used the “crazy eyes”, got up in their face while telling them, in a very scary “nice” voice, if they kept it up, she would eat them alive; and to go away for at least a month. a scary (empty) threat, but hell it worked. patted them nicely and said “go away” in a nice voice just to kinda mess with them further. said person had no clue it was an empty threat).
she is a big optimist, (even with everything that’s happened); and is determined to stay that way. regardless of anything and everything that could possibly deter her from stopping. she always believes things can and will be better.
she works on her motorcycle quite a bit; and has her own underground metal band, wolfskull. she also hosts raves. her band has three types of concerts; metal, rave, and kinda solemn. she does sing about some sad stuff sometimes; she has to vent it at some point.
when she loves someone, she loves them a LOT. ( pick-you-up-and-whirl-you-around maybe if you’re okay with it). if it’s you, you’re gonna be treasured, a LOT. yea you can’t escape her affection, get used to it. anything you go through? she’s there at all times. also kind of really. energetic. unless you need a calmer presence. she can do that too. ...related: hyperactive ADHD. she knows when to calm down though; she’s not an idiot; and she is capable of controlling herself.
her only thing is that on her birthday, she turns into were-form, and is completely feral; but she always makes sure to secure herself two days before that, in an unknown, locked location. you will not know where. don’t ask. you won’t get an answer.
she has bandages wrapped around her arms from the elbow down; you can probably guess why, but do not bring it up or ask about it unless you are very close with her. she will get upset with you, quietly, and won’t speak to you for a while. which is very out of character for her. so if you do that you fuck up bad.
she has ptsd and pretty bad nightmares, but her husband (dredge) and her girlfriend (royce) always calm her down, even if it takes a while.
her battle type is “brawler”, if she has to. she uses unarmed most of the time but will use something else if she has to... while very annoyed. weapons for her are super annoying and she will use them if necessary but will whine about it the entire time, complaining that someone ELSE use them, not her.
again, she’s wolf-based; and has black wolf ears, a tail, and paws in humanoid form; but please do NOT call her a dog, or puppy. don’t do that. it’s rude.
to maybe summarize, she’s a huge sweetheart who can and will use any ability she has to scare off bad people if she absolutely has to; and generally just loves everything, and everyone, regardless of what happened. with a band she is very proud of.
doesn’t matter who you are btw, she’ll absolutely love you.. unless you turn out to be kinda bad which please dont do that. she really hates not liking people.
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For the Fanfic Writer Asks:
what is the weirdest story idea you’ve ever had?
what’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?
what’s the best insult you’ve read in a fic?
how do you write emotional scenes? do you ever feel what the characters feel?
(My phone didn't copy the numbers for some reason. Screw you too phone...)
what is the weirdest story idea you’ve ever had?
Uhh, I don't know that I've really had weird ones. My background is DEEPLY rooted in thrillers/police mysteries ahaha so I've mostly been writing about serial killers and stuff since I was a teenager. I read my first Lisa Gardner novel when I was about 14 and I have been obsessed with those genres ever since. I do have a psychological thriller I've been writing for years that's pretty wild, but spoiler- it's not a ghost, it's scopolamine lol (thanks CM!)
I am writing Out of the Cold, which is a modern-medieval fantasy marriage out of necessity thing. The weirdest thing about it is the dragons, I guess, because they're only the size of like horses. -.- I'm realizing i'm not very creative lol
what’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?
Uhhhhhhhhhhhh, oh god, really put me on the spot. I'd have to say military jargon, I guess. I come from a military family, so I've always been comfortable writing those stories, and I actually was about to go to bootcamp for the Marine Corps when I had to start chemo and was released from duty with them. There's a lot of weird shit I heard growing up and read about in regards to the jargon!
I am a big fan of research, but I think it's because I'm a bit of a perfectionist. I have a hard time being lenient with facts when so much of my stories are rooted in a reality-based plotline. Like Operation: Sand Leopard, the most fantastical thing about it is a spouse taking over their dead husband's tour of duty! But when I'm reading other people's stuff? Who gives a shit about reality, I just like seeing what they come up with! Unless it's about guns... there are very practical ways that guns work and I get... weirdly irritated reading stuff where guns are written fragrantly wrong but maybe I'm just a dick.
what’s the best insult you’ve read in a fic?
Not really an insult, and I can't remember where I read it, but it went something like this:
"Fuck you!" I yelled
"Fuck me, then!"
Idk it made me laugh
how do you write emotional scenes? do you ever feel what the characters feel?
Well, I used to go full Hemingway with it and drink until I could force myself to cry. Now, I recognize it as one of the few ways I actually express emotions and try to dredge stuff up from very real places. if this was happening to me, would i get that weird pain under my diaphragm that happens when i cry? Would my cheeks feel like they're swelling because I'm embarrassed that I'm crying at all? Showing the physical ways of emotions are the best way for me to describe emotions.
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a6 chapter 6 thots. its long
Overall: despite the very buggy bedroom scene, genuinely enjoyed it! having that soft moment with our LI was *chefs kiss*
i will say, im conflicted about the tilarin sequence. nerissa being alive derails a lot of possible development and angst i thought might happen. Opens the route for new bad feelings to happen, of course. Like, okay i dont need to be here anymore, i never needed to be here. Regardless of how much Nerissa might love us and the crew may care about us I can see this dredging up a lot of shitty feelings from living in the palace.
On one hand my traveler is happy about this and relieved that a burden of 'what are you going to do after zovack' is no longer on her shoulders but like, in terms of narrative, idk if i like it. If nothing else, it feels too soon and for some reason, too easy? Hard to explain that one
It makes sense that Nerissa would want us to get to her ASAP, if we're as dear to her as she implies
I don't know how we'll be able to direct our travelers after this and i doubt ill actually be able to do it but: i can see my traveler becoming completely overwhelmed by all of this and shutting down. Like, okay, thats whats going to happen regardless if the game lets me. ill fit it in
really hoping Nerissa's not planning to re-establish the Peg'asi monarcy b/c its what got us into this mess in the first place. if she is i'd like if we could convince her a different form of government would be better.
im also hoping Nerissa does not end up traveling with us. my heart is happy she's not dead but her being on the a6 would rub me the wrong way for some reason.
there's quite a bit of 'she's stealing our spotlight!' going around but I a. don't think Nerissa is going to be in the forefront of our narrative for very long (assuming she survives, problems with the k'merii seem to hound us/the crew) and b. the game is still about our character, i understand that it feels like the rug got pulled out from under us though.
also, it's been repeatedly stated that something bad can't happen to the traveler b/c it would take them out of the narrative, but this kind of feels like whats happening. not physically or forcefully but we are no longer needed to accomplish the og goal. (tho if i think about it, we never really were lol)
i really do hope the next part comes out rather quickly, b/c i think part of the reactions im seeing are in response to this chapter ending the way it did. there is no real resolution or what this means for us.
basically, im waiting to see where this goes. i need to see where this goes before really forming a final opinion on Nerissa being back
Fun fact: i had this AU bouncing around in my head that one of our siblings survived. our least favorite one. really just so my traveler could snap and beat the shit out of someone
#anyway#my thots are many and complicated#im gonna flip flop on keeping the tag in there#cause i really do not want to argue#but i also want to put my 2 cents out there?#but i also dont want ppl telling me how i should feel#edit: seeing the devs reasoning has also helped#another edit: should not have put the tags there in the first place
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i guess i have a lot of thoughts wow. i could bombard friends with this but i'm trying to stay off twitter unless i need information on the world immediately not hrs later so i am talking to myself. journaling or blogging for you is so weird who tf are u supposed to address. i never get it right in my physical diary lmao.
what i loved the most about atla was the characters. i think this is true for a lot of media (i think i hate this word lol)...art? idk. but not always! what makes people stay for something subpar is characters i think but...
for me, besides harry potter the character, the world of HP is much much much more interesting and thought out than the characters. i wasn't as into HP as most people—and thank fucking god now. fuck that cunt—but i still loved the series at the time. however, looking back at the fic i read when i'm bored: it's much more the atmosphere created, my age at the time, and the luck jkr had with the films since young millenials grew up with that. we sensed and felt that world as the books were coming out and seeing kids who were our age or a little older to represent that. the politic of the world suffers some of the same things that atla does tho.
anyway for characterization, i think the female characters in atla, and the shackles that are less oppressing when it comes to gender and sexuality, lend to it. this is the beauty of drawing from something not set in western conceptions and legacies that bog these categories down. these are some of the best female characters i have seen for kids particularly with relationships that aren't defined by men (which is why the live action is insulting lol). at least in the way where these women, when tied to men, are trying to remove those shackles and prove themselves.
but i can't laud any bullshit conception of pre western colonialism. the much less controlling, paternal, religious way of monitoring gender. the "morality or culture police" aka dai li are this function. the idea of laws steeped in "what is right" "what one must do". that is not exclusively western. conceptions of personhood emerge for ordering. man/woman may not existed but there was passive (vagina) and active (penis) then dredges (poor, "sexual deviants" on a skewed gender pattern who are poor).
obviously the oppression via gender was present, because it has to be, because the ordering of the world....imperialism is the contradiction. race-class (non un-tangleable but we can't call this [racial] capitalism bc they didn't live in capitalism but still trash. feudalism, slavery, etc). colonialism doesn't magically just appear and terrorize. it preys off of existing ills and wants. so the systems are there—the books writing about the freedoms one supposedly had and the differences one supposedly had before we were conquered is too easy.
still, i think having its own jumping point for gender and subsequently sexuality (non specific as to what that jumping point is) facilitates knowing women qua women. kiyoshi is so fucking cool and i wish i had more with her. i may read the books because i love everything about what she stood for even though she's deeply misunderstood which is why i think i love mai. excited to think about that more.
and even if you don't necessarily connect with these women—i struggled with azula because i think writing her was too easy because of the problems i'm going to think about more and i definitely struggled with katara but that is written in and because i identify with her and admire her immensely—
tangent: the bravery of these kids is insane. watching it i was like they are so fearless, so brave, so understanding of discipline and sacrifice. so human. i want to harness that. in their world death is hard, it is awful, it is sould-wrenching, but they know the meaning of life. in their world fighting, arrests, imprisonment are prices they pay for fighting. it is normal and the reason is because they know this is struggle and the more normalized struggle becomes, the more they can rely on each other, the less scared they are. they are comfortable with danger (and mischief heh) and that is so fucking important and valuable. also their attempts at self-governing and anarchic-communal living and ways of interacting. but anywho..
the fire nation girlies rship is very true to how women will interact esp from that environment. it's expected of them to have this clash and it's insulting when people believe those clashes are over boys and men. they can be but they aren't. only time that was defined was when meng called katara a floozy which i actually disliked. it was fine in terms of funny haha if i was 11 (which i was at the time lmao) but even back then i'd be like wtf. to be fair i was very very very willful over being a girl growing up because uhhhh patriarchy. that's not to say women or anyone else are off the hook. never lol. and we are allowed to be annoying.
another thing is they don't want these girls to be "just as" like men. their conceptions are shallow bc the world has told us that's what feminism is but it doesn't suffer from as much bullshit bc of their attempts at self-governing and fashioning. of resistance via respect, support, camraderie, disagreement, tension, and love. azula shows what happens when you try that bullshit.
From Ursula K. Leguin's (anarchist queehn) 1983 Mills College commencement speech:
I know there are men graduating, and I don’t mean to exclude them, far from it. There is a Greek tragedy where the Greek says to the foreigner, “If you don’t understand Greek, please signify by nodding.” Anyhow, commencements are usually operated under the unspoken agreement that everybody graduating is either male or ought to be. That’s why we are all wearing these twelfth-century dresses that look so great on men and make women look either like a mushroom or a pregnant stork. Intellectual tradition is male. Public speaking is done in the public tongue, the national or tribal language; and the language of our tribe is the men’s language. Of course women learn it. We’re not dumb. If you can tell Margaret Thatcher from Ronald Reagan, or Indira Gandhi from General Somoza, by anything they say, tell me how. This is a man’s world, so it talks a man’s language. The words are all words of power. You’ve come a long way, baby, but no way is long enough. You can’t even get there by selling yourself out: because there is theirs, not yours. [...]
The war-games world wasn’t made by us or for us*; we can’t even breathe the air there without masks. And if you put the mask on you’ll have a hard time getting it off. So how about going on doing things our own way, as to some extent you did here at Mills? Not for men and the male power hierarchy — that’s their game. Not against men, either — that’s still playing by their rules. But with any men who are with us: that’s our game. Why should a free woman with a college education either fight Machoman or serve him? Why should she live her life on his terms?
I hope you live without the need to dominate, and without the need to be dominated. I hope you are never victims, but I hope you have no power over other people. And when you fail, and are defeated, and in pain, and in the dark, then I hope you will remember that darkness is your country, where you live, where no wars are fought and no wars are won, but where the future is. Our roots are in the dark; the earth is our country. Why did we look up for blessing — instead of around, and down? What hope we have lies there. Not in the sky full of orbiting spy-eyes and weaponry, but in the earth we have looked down upon. Not from above, but from below. Not in the light that blinds, but in the dark that nourishes, where human beings grow human souls.
this whole speech is amazing. she's wrong on the "it wasn't made for us" because it was but that's a complex thing and she's white so. also one of my fav lines from zuko is when he tells aang he will fail. it was helpful even if the characters didn't think so. it was helpful, extremely so, and even to me at 32. the idea of failure kills me. my favorite quote on that intensity is "the only penalty for failure is death". zuko knows failure. he's a failson lol and we will always know it. but that is ok. failure is a part of life. it isn't' to be despaired. try it again. and again. and again. this is building a life. fix it. there's a quote from the show about the solution being fixing the problem. how do we fix it?
and i don't think the show could answer that completely without linking it to some otherworldly ideas of life and outsized evil. the problem with bridging real life history in media is that we-the-viewer live in the real world.
the lack of specificity of the world of atla was simply confusing. i don't know what the nations entail nor do i understand the idea of it being the world. they had to speak english obviously but i wish they had found something similar that they do with anime in establishing that there is a lingua franca—not bc of colonialism cos it would be impossible without acknowledging languages themselves and this nebulous asian world wouldn't have had that—but that there are indeed differences and limitations or what it means culturally. i think they mentioned language but not often.
for the world they made: the fire nation could be chinese or japanese (i understand they use chinese in the atla universe and i'm assuming that's bc it is the linguistic root for krn and jpns?) and if japanese it would make sense to enforce that via language. i could be getting my history wrong as i am but a humble negro with some knowledge of this wrt culture, resistance and anti-colonialism but i hope i'm in the ballpark...regardless all the resistances are the same in a good way
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hopefully i don't sound too 'woe is me' about this (i do i started waxing poetic,) i'm just trying to sort out my own feelings. that said...
i think i'm too hard on myself about trying not to feel sad that i can't ever really be a part of the self ship community the way i was anymore. i don't think it was about validation, as i tend to parrot, as much as it was about connection. i liked feeling like i could share this part of myself with others who could share their parts in return. but now that i'm as far as i am in my understanding, there is no going back even if i wanted to.
it is not a community that believes in forgiveness. it's built on 2010s tumblr politics, the type where you find the bad guys and fight them off. the type that doesn't believe in humanity. i knew the risks when i took them (said like a soldier lol.) i'm ultimately glad i separated myself from that community because it has spurred a lot of self growth and maturity i wouldn't have obtained if i had continued to obey the dni rules of my mutuals. i don't consider learning the truth to be a mistake, i'm aware now that the behavior i myself partook in was wrong, and i'm better for it. i just wish other people would have listened when i said 'actually, no, he's not a nazi' because he LITERALLY WASN'T!!!! but when i posted about him i forgot that the people who saw that post weren't seeing me, they were seeing a label they had already been told how to perceive. that's the bad guy from the bad show, this mutual has gone fallow! alas, i may use them for dopamine hits no longer! begone!
i just hate it because like. i know i wasn't doing anything wrong! i am a person who would never in a million years like a fascist! but so many people just immediately came to conclusions based on false assumptions. i almost wish i had done something bad, then at least the reaction would have been justified. no, this could have happened to any tv show. aot had just enough subject matter for people to twist into lies for it to become as hated as it is. all people know are that there are nazis, and the titans are jewish people. so they come to conclusions. but the characters they assume are nazis ARE jewish people. and then it all falls apart! because surprise, it's a narrative ABOUT antisemitism & fascism, not a narrative in favor of it! eeeeeveryone inside the walls is jewish. all of them. and there are a few nazis in there... but they're jewish children who are being exploited by the nazi government as child soldiers. so still jewish. and all of them have incredibly complicated trauma on the matter that gets explored in a nuanced and empathetic manner! Idk i'm just rambling about aot at this point lolol but my reason for talking about this is just what i said and have been saying.
i simply wish the community was truly a 'community.' it's only really for people who fit a narrow and flawed perception of how to be 'moral' with extensive virtue signaling dnis and all of the right opinions, which you've always held, because god forbid someone dredge up an old discord screenshot to justify a petty grudge. but i also hate proship communities. i hate the way they have no standards for what is and isn't okay. i hate groupthink. i wish people could form their own opinions. and i don't lack a community per se, i have many amazing friends who i am lucky to have in my life, i just enjoy new people. i enjoy self ships and self inserts and seeing other people creatively love themselves. it's just sad to know i can never be a part of it the same way again, not only due to my own disillusionment, but because unless my self ships are palatable, even if i can find mutuals who are chill and get it, they can't... reblog my posts. it's as though i'm stuck in the shallow waves of a tidepool, watching as everyone else plays in the ocean. sometimes people will come my way and offer me a bit, but they'll never invite me over with them, for i'm covered in sea urchins! what would the others think? and i don't hold it against anyone, i don't want anyone to sacrifice their community and end up like me. i just think i'm allowed to be a bit sad all the same. i do miss sharing en masse with people who will share back to me.
#antisemitism tw#sparkletwinkles#ntm the way i saw so many people f/oing like. child abusers and characters who Are For Real Fascists#clay puppington? no one bats an eye... but Levi on the other hand.
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venting feel free to ignore
okay so like mental health related vent with some semi-related other venting I'll shove it like below the keep reading thing so you don't have to see it
idk what to tag this with for tws and cws or whatever so yeah idk
talking a bit about food related mental health topics so if there's anything you wanna avoid there
also just talking about family members so you know, nothing like too bad, just fair warning for that HJSGDKFSD
so like honestly really struggling with just like food rn
and I don't really know why
I think it's at least partially because my brain often freaks out about like whether food is safe, idk why, I mean I kinda have an idea why but idk, like I don't have ocd but I do have contamination anxiety type stuff sometimes but that's a tangent
like part of it might be because I made a tumblr again, and last time I had tumblr I got pulled into like the ED side and like had an eating disorder so idk if part of it is like old feelings getting like dredged up and making it harder like compounding on that first thing
or maybe it's something physical that's messing with my appetite idk
or a mix of those things idk
a like far lesser part of it with some food might be because texture and me having asd but like that's tangential because it's stuff I can normally eat
point is struggling to eat
especially with anything that looks like it might not be right, which to my brain rn seems to be just about like most food
(haha at least my brain isn't freaking out about drinking water that always sucks, I'd prefer to not eat than not drink afterall SJHDGFJSGD)
also more tangential venting
but so like last week on easter my grandma decided to cook like some store bought vegetable lasagne and like we found a like insect in it - so that might be part of why I'm struggling because like anxiety being validated ig
so I didn't want to eat with everyone else and took my portion upstairs and I did the very normal thing that everyone else would do for sure and definitely isn't weird in the slightest of like looking through before eating it to check it was okay
(so like I'm a vegetarian right but I just wanted to double check it was a vegetable lasangne because sometimes my grandma buys like the non-vegetable lasagne and like while she wouldn't give me meat on purpose she has done it by accident multiple times before haha)
and anyway at the time I show it to my grandma right
I bring it downstairs and I'm like "there's an insect in my lasagne"
my grandma is like "that's just spinach, this is a reputable firm they wouldn't do something like this"
and I'm like "but that's literally an insect"
my grandma is like "fine we'll get the magnifying glass" ... "spinach"
me: "it literally has antennae and legs"
my grandma "I'll have to get <twin sibling> and <older half brother> to look at it"
me: "it has antennae and legs"
my grandma "oh my god it really is an insect" "<grandma's husband's name> look what <irl body name> in found <pronoun> lasagne"
like I get it I'm a bit like insane about food sometimes but I wish she would actually just fucking listen and believe me
like she also gets so upset when I ask her if something is wrong with food or like don't want to eat it, or double check that it doesn't have meat or is safe and stuff, like it's not about her why does she have to take it personally HKLSGDFKJSGDFK
also then today my mum was a bit oof about weight stuff and things haha, like I wish they weren't controlling about it, like I get I've had anorexia in the past but bro SHDGFKSHD
my mum: I'm going to tell <grandma> that you need to eat more and gain weight
me: I'm pretty sure I'm a healthy weight
my mum: you're looking bony
me, confused: we can measure my weight right now if you're worried
me: *measures weight*
my mum: you're only 3kg heavier than I am and look how much taller you are
me, shocked: *goes to check my bmi, and it is in the middle of the healthy weight section*
so that's good kinda that I am healthy bmi ig
I feel like it's kinda fucked up my mum went to say she'd tell my grandma? like knowing that my grandma is both like oof about food and like does worry because obvs I actually did have an ed in the past
also another fucked up part was that part of me was kinda hoping my mum was right, I don't think my brain ever stopped like viewing being underweight as something I kinda wanted on some level even after getting better, like I'm not really functional enough to like move out for like multiple reasons but I've always kinda thought it's probably good I haven't because I probably would start like not eating enough again
okay anyway so also anyway
it turned into a thing tonight because I didn't really eat dinner, and my grandma got upset at me for like not eating dinner (well it was like some kind of a vegetable stew and some bread, I did manage to eat the bread at least)
and also only had a pot noodle for lunch at like 4pm
but anyway my grandma got upset about it
and also didn't eat my dinner last night because my brain said there was something wrong with the rice
and the night before that I kinda only ate half my dinner because m-
and the night before that I kinda-
anyway today tho I did eat like a whole like chocolate easter egg tonight so it's not like a like calories thing or anything, well that was on my mind when thinking about it but ehh it didn't stop me so not the issue
and I was talking to my mum about it later right (for the sake of not repeating just read below) and anyway she said I should repeat what i said to her to my grandma
so anyway I went to speak to my grandma and explained that I was struggling with eating, and that it wasn't like an anorexia thing just that I was struggling with thinking it was like safe to eat and that i didn't exactly know why I was struggling with it but yeah
so I brought up the insect thing or maybe that I was just anxious because I'm seeing a therapist on the 24th (which is the first time I'm seeing a therapist in like idk 5 years) but that I didn't know why exactly I'm struggling with food
and anyway my grandma was like "okay I get it" when I brought up the insect thing
then she went into a whole thing about how I don't have it as bad as she had it because when she was younger her siblings used to tell her things crawled over her food and that she had to stay with someone else because it got so bad for her that she had to be treated for like malnourishment
and like okay sure I don't have her experiences with like that but still like I'm struggling and ??? why is she making it into a competition
anyway so she at least did say she'd help by like trying to make food bland and stuff so I wouldn't have to worry about it which is nice but still HSDGFKSHD
honestly I go between just absolutely hating my grandma and like thinking she's okay, I lowkey wish she'd just see a therapist and work through her shit rather than like -
anyway that's a tangent but haha yeah vent :)
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Let’s Strike a Deal
A/N: This is late, I know. If you have not realized from before, I’m really bad at meeting deadlines. Well, at least deadlines that I’ve created for myself to follow because I like to procrastinate things and frankly… what am I gonna do to myself? Band myself from tea until I’ve written a chapter? I don’t have the self control for that! And life is hectic. But you know, enough with my excuses and onto the story. Hope you enjoy. I always love feedback so please be sure to leave a comment! ALSO I wanted to give a TRY (key word) to first person. If I don’t like it... I might change it, idk. I should never write anything at 3am as per evidence below, especially without editing lmao
Pair: CEO!Tom x Reader
Synopsis: Y/N, the small town of Hawkshead girl trying to make her way in the big city of Westminster, London. Not as easy as she thought. When things start to take a turn for the worst one afternoon and only one man in the crowd of hundreds decides to help her, she does something rather uncharacteristic and gives her savor her number in case he could ever use help of his own. Course, she never expected for him to actually call her out on it.
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My time was limited. There was nothing left that had to be done here or anything left to pack. Everything I’ve ever owned sat in a car on the way to my new apartment and last of the suitcases were in the bed of my brothers pickup at this very moment while I sat on the floor of my room. There wasn’t anything left for me here, I knew that, but it was still difficult to say goodbye to the place that carried so many of my favorite memories and the imprints of my childhood that still were splayed around the surrounding room.
There were two dents in the wall right in front of me from when I was ten and hit my head after tripping on one of my toys, thumbtack holes that littered everywhere above the bed from forts that I would make with my brothers and friends, nail polish that was spilled on the carpet from times when I was too distracted with talking than keeping the bottle up straight, my engraved initials on the windowsill. The memories that I had made in this room were countless and they were all absolutely priceless.
“Y/N!” I heard your mother call from the living room, her voice was slightly hoarse from held back emotion and it broke my heart to hear her like that. “You got to get going, dear! You’ll miss your train if you wait much longer to head out.”
Taking a deep breath and slowly standing from the, now old, bed I made my way toward the door, feet dredging behind me and scuffing the floor as I walked out. “I know, Mama. I’m just-” the words caught in my throat and I was at a loss. “I’m really going to miss you guys so much.”
“Oh stop it, you’re gonna make me cry if you keep on like that,” She said giving a tight hug before pushing me out the front door. “You are going to love it in London so much you’re not even gonna be thinking about us here, so get goin’. Your brothers already waiting for you in the car.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her antics, “I love you Mama! I’ll call you when I get there!”
Jumping into the passenger seat of the truck, I waved final goodbyes from the window, dramatically blowing kisses as the car started to drive away.
“You better!” She exclaimed, watching as we pulled out and down the road.
“She is going to be a mess when I get back home. I can’t believe you’re going to leave me to deal with that alone!” Christian, stuck driving you to the train station much to his dismay, gave you a mocking glare. “After all the things I’ve done for your, this is how you choose to repay me? I’m pretty sure I’m getting the short end of the stick here,” he laughed humorlessly.
“Ahhh~” I cooed and smiled, “You’re only saying that cause you know you guys’ are going to be missing me so much!”
“Miss you?” He scoffed, “Yeah right. What we’re going to be missing is your baking. It’ll be the greatest blow our family has faced since 1824.”
I gave a scathing look, “And what, if I may ask, happened in 1824?”
“Don’t know, but something bad probably.”
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I have never been so sore getting off of a bus in her life. The cheapest route to get to Westminster from Hawkshead was a train and 8 bus stops, totaling up to 10 or so hours in and out of vehicles. I groaned and stretched when my feet planted on hard asphalt for the first time in what seemed like forever. But, for all the soreness, I had made it to my destination with time to spare.
It was louder than I had imagined, crowded with traffic from all directions and people running any which way to get on with their lives. It was bustling and busy. Lively. Not exactly what I was used to which made me smile.
Wide.
I made it.
I only had a suitcase with me, the rest of her belongings would be delivered in a few days to the new apartment.
My apartment.
I was positively giddy at the thought.
It took a lot of self control to keep from skipping down the side walks while I somehow navigated the new scenery, but I managed to keep my excitement under wraps for the time being. Arriving an hour early gave me a bit of time to take in the bigger sites near by, like the Ferris wheel, the clock tower Big Ben, and my personal favorite- Westminster Palace and abbey. It was a dream of mine since I was little to see it in person, and now here I was standing mere blocks away from the grand building, elated and amazed.
Vibrating caught my attention and I barely managed to turn my eyes away from the sites in front of me to my phone, Kyra’s name popping up on the screen. My best friend and now room mate, Kyra Bardou, who was probably wondering where the hell I was now.
“Hey,” I drawled with an obvious grin I couldn’t even hide in my voice.
“Hey yourself! I’ve been waiting at the stop for 15 minutes with no sign of you only to learn you’re already in town and didn’t even bother to tell me!” She spoke so quickly I was shocked she didn’t run out of breath and laughed.
“I’m site seeing, sue me!” I turned and started making the slow walk back, “I’ll be back in a couple minutes, I promise.”
She only grunted in response and let me walk in a comfortable silence, letting me continue to take everything in while simply enjoying her presence on the line. It was the last few moments I’d get now, the last bits of my old life slipping through my fingers like sand in exchange for a new one.
And the chaos that comes with a big city.
Like robbers.
I couldn’t even let out a cry as I was shoved to the ground, my phone forced from my hand and my suitcase caught up in a strange mans arms. It took me a whole 5 seconds to get my bearings enough to yell at the man and give chase, shouting for help though no one so much as looked our way, just moved out of his.
“Stop!” I screamed, running but quickly losing him as he bobbed and weaved through the crowd skillfully. “Stop! Someone stop him!”
And this time, someone moved to action, running past me at an alarming rate and quickly gaining ground on my assailant before they both rounded a corner and I lost sight of them.
My heart dropped and I picked up speed again, hoping that I didn’t let them get far enough away for me to lose them completely, it would have been easy for them to get away from me here.
But when I turned around the block, I found the man on the ground with the track star of a man on top of him, already on the phone with I assume the police. I finally caught up to them and without thinking, hugged the man on the phone, a silent thank you while he spoke to whoever was on the line, before I gathered my things and hugging them close to me.
He smiled kindly, finishing the call and turning to me properly while still pinning the thief to the ground. “Are you alright miss?”
“Yes! Thank you so much, I’d have been completely lost without this,” I gestured to my luggage. “I can’t thank you enough for helping me get it back. I don’t even know how to get around town yet.”
He laughed and nodded. “So new to town then. It was my pleasure to help, though I was really just doing what anyone in my position would do,” he responded kindly.
Furiously I shook my head, “No, you didn’t. I don’t believe I saw a single soul other than you move to help. Unless you did but beat them to it at the last minute. Not that that it implausible, you are seriously fast on your feet.”
He laughed again and I noticed what a nice laugh he had, it was contagious and I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle of my own now that my adrenaline was fading bit by bit. “Yes, well- I do enjoy the sport.”
“Dually noted,” I grinned, jumping a little when my phone started to buzz in my hands. Kyra’s name popping up on the screen again. “Shoot!” I exclaimed and answered. I wasn’t even able to put the phone to my ear before I heard her shouting my name on the line. “Kyra-”
“Oh my god, Y/N! What the heck happened, I heard you shout and then the line went dead! Are you okay? Did something happen? Where are you?” She was speaking so loudly I had to hold the phone away from my ear a safe distance as she spouted one question after another at me without reprieve.
My rescuer across from me chuckled, overhearing my frantic friend. “I’m fine, someone tried to steal my stuff on my way to meet you. Luckily someone came along and helped me catch him, otherwise I’d have lost everything. But everything is okay now, we are-” I looked around and realized I have no idea where we were.
He seemed to catch on to my newest distress and whispered, “Tell them we are on the corner of Tufton and Bennett’s Yard.”
I nodded and mouthed a thank you, “ Tufton and Bennett’s Yard,” I repeated and she said she’d be here in a 10 minutes and to sit and wait before hanging up the phone.
I slouched on the wall of some building, letting myself relax. “Not to be repetitive or anything, but thank you.”
He just shook his head, “No need. You’re friend sounded pretty worried about you, it wouldn’t do well to let her stew in that worry longer than needed.”
“Yeah, it’s been a few years since we last saw each other. She’d be pretty upset if something bad happened before I could even move in,” I laughed, though it didn’t quite sound right even to my ears. “I’m Y/N, by the way,” I introduced and stuck my hand out.
He took it and gave a firm shake, “Tom. It’s a pleasure to meet you Y/N. Even in these less than optimal circumstances.”
“The pleasure is mine, I assure you.”
“Y/N!” Someone yelled, and we both turned our heads to see Kyra sprinting full speed around her car and at me. I stood and braced myself for the collision of her, and fell back against the wall with the force of her body.
“Holy shit, girl! You scared the hell outta me, you could have died! This is why I told you to call me when you first got into town, you always manage to get yourself into trouble like this. What would I have told your parents if something happened, huh? Huh!?”
I grinned and pulled back to get a proper look at her. Her black hair, normally frizzy was sticking out in every direction and her honeyed eyes wide as she scanned me over, running her hands over my arms for injuries. “I’m fine, Kyra. I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner, you’re right.”
“I know I’m right!” She shot back with a glare, “That doesn’t make me feel any better!”
“Well, there is a first for everything after all.”
Tom laughed hard at our back and forth, making us both jump a little and look down at him. Before I could even say anything, Kyra was down on his level with the thieves shirt in her fists and a scowl that would scare the devil himself on her face.
“Is this the bastard that did this?”
“Let go!” I shrieked and pulled her off, albeit with a little effort. “Tom called the cops and they’ll deal with this properly. Not you,” I said sternly. She just let out a huff of a response and pushed herself back enough to look at Tom properly.
She gave him a once over and held her scowl in place, “So you’re the one who saved Y/N/N?”
He gave a small, hesitant nod and gave me a nervous glance. I just laughed and stood back up, as Kyra launched forward to give him a hug. “Thank you,” she murmured a few times and pulled back.
“No worries,” he said, and looked far less distressed now that Kyra didn’t look like she wanted to gut him. “I was there at the right time is all.”
“Yes, well- That doesn’t mean what you did was anything less than amazing. My whole life is in that bag and in that phone at the moment. Seriously, if there is anything I can do for you in return it’s yours. Ice cream, some roller skates, a kidney. Just ask.”
Everyone laughed at that and he nodded with an obviously sarcastic “sure”, just as the police arrived to take the culprit and our statements. Kyra mumbled something about them being slow and went to the car for a few minutes to be out of the way.
15 minutes later, everything was settled and they took the man away. Leaving Tom and I alone on the side walk again while I settled everything in my case to be sure I didn’t miss anything and quickly scribbled on a stray notecard.
“I meant it when I said I owe you one,” I said and handed the card with my name and number to him. “Just give me a ring if I can ever be of any help at all and I’ll come running. Though, probably much slower than you did.”
He tried to decline the offer only once, but after some persistence he took it with another smile, “Thank you, Y/N. Hopefully this will not be our last meeting. And hopefully never again under such pressing circumstances,” he held out his hand, and I took it, returning his earlier shake with a firm one of my own and I agreed.
“Until next time then,” he said and left.
I barely was able to take my seat in the car before Kyra grasped my arm with a devious smile, “Y/N/N- Did you just give that guy your number?” My silence was answer enough and she laughed, “Girl! No way!”
No way was right, I thought with a small smile of my own as we pulled away and started home.
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prompt list ask. xion. idk what prompt just do it.
(for the record I know who this is, please if you do not know me do not send asks like this, the "just do it" with the period comes off as rude)
This is a kingdom hearts fic! for people who do not know that I was once a kh writer exclusively. Back to my roots for a day :)
Rating: G
Word Count: 701
Prompt: it'd be such an honor to know the real you
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The first time it happened, Xion was too tired to process what she was seeing. Maybe her cheeks were puffy from sleeping on them wrong. Maybe her hair was just more disheveled than usual. Maybe the morning light brought out her black hair’s chestnut undertones.
(There was no morning light in the Castle That Never Was.)
She brushed her teeth, threw her hood up over her too-spiky hair, and headed out to the Gray Area. Saix wouldn’t wait on her to solve a bad hair day.
The second time, Xion almost recognized the face staring back at her. A face that kept weaving through her dreams. A face of someone she couldn’t remember. A face of someone important.
She touched her cheek. She didn’t feel any different. But that face wasn’t hers.
She swallowed, and the face’s adam's apple bobbed up and down. She didn’t have an adam’s apple.
Maybe… maybe she was still dreaming. Yes, that had to be it. She’d wake up soon, and… and she’d have to get ready for her mission all over again. She sighed.
(The face that wasn’t hers sighed back.)
(She pulled up her hood, and didn’t wake up.)
The third time, she tried scrubbing at her not-reflection with her washcloth and handsoap.
(“Hey, who blew up a bubble bath in here and didn’t even invite me!?” Demyx later said.)
By the fourth time, she considered asking Axel about what was happening to her. Maybe this was something normal for Nobodies, and no one had ever told her about it.
It wasn’t like anyone ever told her much of anything at all.
“I wouldn’t sweat it.” But Axel didn’t meet her eyes. “Probably just puberty, or something.”
She asked what puberty was. Axel ruffled his hair and ungracefully changed the subject.
By the fifth time she saw the boy’s face where hers should’ve been, she’d found her own answers. Dredged from the depths of the Castle’s computer, from the edges of her own dreams. She had a name to match to the face.
Sora. Sora, Sora, Sora.
“Who are you?” she whispered, reaching out to her reflection. The boy’s palm met her own, but there was no warmth to it. Only the cold chill of the mirror.
She knew the details rattled off by the computer.
Name: Sora.
Age: Fifteen.
Origin: Destiny Islands.
Location: Unknown.
Status: Somebody.
Description: The Keyblade’s Chosen.
(The Keyblade’s Chosen. Not one of the Keyblade’s chosen. The phrase sunk like a stone in her stomach.)
Then there had been a log of worlds, of sightings, all dated from before she had joined the Organization. She recognized some of the worlds from her dreams, and others from her missions. But none of that told her why Sora’s face would be staring back from the mirror.
“Location unknown,” she mumbled, watching his lips move in time.
Could he… could he be within her? Trapped somehow, trying to tell her something? Trying to get out?
No. He was a Somebody, which meant he had a heart. And if he had a heart, and he was inside her… she’d feel it, wouldn’t she?
Her hand hovered over her empty chest. She was a Nobody. A Nobody who could use the Keyblade. A Nobody with no memories, like Roxas.
Roxas. Could he know about Sora? All three of them shared the same Keyblade. Maybe… maybe Sora was the key.
She summoned her keyblade, holding it horizontally over her head. It glimmered in the bathroom’s fluorescent light. The metal handle felt far warmer than her reflection had been.
“Sora,” she murmured to the blade. “I don’t know if you can hear me, but… we’ll find out what happened to you, okay?”
There was no response. She bit her lip.
“In the meantime… can I please have my face back?”
It was a silly request. Sora probably couldn’t hear her, much less control what she looked like.
But when she glanced back in the mirror, her own narrow chin and black and hair reflected back.
She let out a sigh of relief, banishing her weapon.
“Thank you.” She smiled and reached for her toothbrush.
She had a mission to prepare for—and then a friend to find.
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