#sorry i love 2 make cute art....as if its my fault
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just a guy and his people eating alien. just a people eating alien and his guy.
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‘Sweetest of the Sunflowers’
This started off has an HC list of the Sinclairs dating twins but then it took on a mind of its own and now its over 25K words and I have no end in sight. So I’ll post a portion every couple days! Title inspired by Sun to Me by Zach Bryan you don’t have to listen to understand but I think it fits the way the story is heading :)
Summary: Twin sisters Catherine (Katie) and Caroline end up in Ambrose after their car breaks down on their drive from Georgia to California. Bo convinces Vincent they should keep the girls and make them their wives. A twin for each twin. Will the girls escape? Will they learn to live their new lives? Will they even survive?
I have a post where I kinda give some insight on certain aspects (ex- I hc Vincent ‘can’ talk but doesn’t like to and why) here
This is for 18+ only minors DNI just go watch the movie with your parents permission.
Warnings: kidnapping, forced marriage, dub-con, attempted non-con, abuse, Stockholm syndrome, age gap (15 years- K&C are 19 Sinclairs are 33 soon to be 34 yes we will have a birthday party for them). Don’t like it don’t read it.
So welcome to the first chapter of this story!
Tag list: @ostricx (let me know if you want to be tagged!)
Bo couldn’t hold back the smirk when they walked in the shop. Two beautiful twins. They were identical with the same dark chocolate hair and hazel eyes that seemed almost green in the lights but they were different- one had her long hair down and following freely in wavy curls looking lost in space as she wandered around his shop while the other had half her short hair pulled up in two buns and was trying to explain what was wrong with their car looking very focused on getting back on the road. “Well doll it’ll take me a while to go over everything. Why don’t you go on up to see the town jewel. House of Wax, just go on in I know the owner you’re safe.”
“Okay. Thank you so much. Come on, Caroline.”
“But Katie, why can’t we just stay here? I don’t want to walk anymore.” The one with curls, Caroline complained. Caroline, pretty name for a pretty girl.
“Just come on. This is your fault anyway. I can’t believe you have never taken your car to get checked.” Katie huffed out grabbing her twins arm pulling her to the door.
“Well sorry some of us weren’t so far up dad’s ass to learn all the special shit about cars, Catherine.”
“This is basic knowledge Caroline, don’t go full name on me. Let’s go.”
She was finally able to pull her out the door and towards the museum.
He knew what was wrong with the car it needed oil- from what he just heard hadn’t been changed in a while or maybe ever. But he had no plans on fixing that anytime soon. He made his way through the underground tunnels to find Vincent, “Vinny you ain’t gonna believe what little slices of heaven just fell in Ambrose. Walking through town like angels.” He said forcing Vincent away from his work and up to the museum so they could watch the girls.
“Oh my god this stuff is creepy. It’s like a house full of dead people.” Caroline said with a disturbed look.
“1. Be nice someone worked really hard on these. 2. They aren’t creepy they are cool. The artist is so talented.” Katie scolded her sister and continued to admire the art.
The boys continued to follow them around the museum until they had seen everything. Suddenly Caroline gasped, “A puppy! Look, look! Hi puppy.” A black and white dog trotted over to where the girl had squatted down. “Oh she’s so cute. Do you think she lives here?” She looked up to her sister.
Katie sighed softy almost a laugh and bent down with her sister, “Probably, she seems content here. She probably belongs to the owner of the museum.” She looked at the dog’s collar, “Jonesy, that’s a cute name.” She scratched the pup’s head before Jonesy licked her arm, “A sweet baby too.”
The girls loved on Jonesy a few more minutes without noticing the watching eyes on them.
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The boys went back to Vincent’s studio under the museum.
“So what ya think? We could keep them. I’ll take the curly hair and you can have the other one. She seems to appreciate what you and Mama do.” Bo looked at his twin who had already started getting back to work. Vincent shook his head and continued working. Sure the girl was beautiful and it was nice to have someone besides his brothers say nice things about his art. But he could never live a normal life like Bo or Lester could.
“Come on, Vinny. I think its time we find us some girls. Get to work making Ambrose full again.” Bo wasn’t backing down.
Vincent scribbled fiercely on a notepad and thrust it at his brother, ~Do whatever you want. Maybe Lester wants the other one~.
“Nah, it’s perfect for us. Twins and twins. I know you think she’s pretty.” Bo said tossing the notepad back letting Vincent write out his reply.
~How do you expect this to happen? How is it going to work?~
Bo read over the replied and chuckled darkly, “Easy. Knock ‘em out. I’ll bring mine back down under the shop and you bring yours back here. They gotta listen and cooperate eventually if they want anything.” Of course Bo’s plan was by force. Vincent thought it over knowing his brother wouldn’t back down. It would be nice to have someone has his own. He had been alone for so long since Mama had died. And if this girl liked his art than maybe she could learn to like him, even love him.
He finally turned fully to look at Bo and nodded his head.
“Well damn that took less convincing than I thought it would. Okay they should be back at the shop by now looking for me. Just gotta get behind them and grab.” Bo smirked and started walking away with Vincent trudging behind.
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‘Oh no the cute car guy is gone.’ Caroline thought as she and her twin walked in the door before speaking out loud, “Where’d he go?”
“Maybe he’s in the back or something. Let’s just stay here and wait. Then we can keep going. We’re almost halfway to the coast.” Katie said stepping back looking around for any sight of the mechanic, Bo he had said his name was. Then she heard what she thought was a footstep behind her. “Did you hear th…” before she could finish her question a rag was held up to her face and a hand wrapped around her waist from behind. The rag smelled funny and her eyes grew heavy before she went limp in the arms holding her.
“Hear what?” Caroline was about to turn around to face Katie when hands grabbed her from behind clapping a rag over her face too. She tried to scream but nothing escaped as she too grew tired before everything went black.
#slashers#house of wax fic#house of wax 2005#house of wax fanfic#slasher fic#slasher fanfic#bo sinclair#vincent sinclair#brian van holt#house of wax#Jonesy being perfect as always#Jonesy will become the main character#I’m kidding#maybe#i love Jonesy
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Thoughts with Autumn
hello, world!
in celebration of my friend Matt's birthday, today we will be writing a blog post. As a self proclaimed connoisseur of connoisseur-ing- I have decided that this holiday be best celebrated by harshly and brutally judging the birthday man himself! So, here is the *definitive* list of ratings of ma.tt blog posts with brief explanations. enjoy!
We can go right ahead and start with Matt’s “Birthday Gift” blog post announcement itself. This post … I have mixed feelings about. It starts incredibly strong- two banger lines one after the other, the second being, ‘WHAT DO YOU GET THE GUY WHO HAS EVERYTHING?’ Like that’s a serve! But then as the reader continues... it’s just not that saucy… to no real fault of its own other than the simple nature of any 'announcement' type blog post. So I’m gonna rate this blog post 2/5. It’s fine. Low stakes. Got the job done. ⭐️⭐️
"Books 2020-2023." I like this post. I daresay I do. It’s short, it’s directly to the point. Matt admits his failings, lagging the last few years. It’s vulnerable. It’s two sentences. Right to business. Then we get the chronological list with links. No fluff. No “reviews.” Some bolded for emphasis. clean. smart. simple. easy. breezy. beautiful. covergirl. My only note on this post is I do think I would’ve appreciated some other notation for genre. ie. an asterisk for fiction, you know what I mean. But I respect this post. 4/5 stars. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
"What’s in My Bag, 2023." This was the blog post that first got me invested in this whole Matt blogging thing. I didn’t really know people blogged to be honest. In the day of super long captions on ig, twitter etc, … the blog … seemed like a fantastical art piece of legend. Not to repeat myself too much w/r/t the “Books 2020-2023” blog review, it’s clear that Matt’s style shines in list format. Something that spoke to me in this piece was the honesty- I genuinely believed that this all was in this mfrs bag. Like yeah. He’s got a heavy bag. Probably has back problems. This bag is simply too full. I got lost in the sauce a little with this post- scrolling down this journey of things I just never will get and never will seriously consider getting, but for one fleeting moment, imagining a life with. Fantasizing about having 3 phones with each associated slew of accessories. There were a few jokes that made me laugh out loud in this one. 4/5 only note is I think could have been minorly edited for brevity//a little slicing could make the whole piece more impactful. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
"Sunbird Security Isn’t Nothing." This is a very strong post. Explains simply for plebs like myself- educational for all levels of understanding- without lacking the classic Matt charm. Good use of the word “bamboozled.” Good use of directly weaponizing the reader @ apple. My only roast of this post is dude, get off Tim Cook’s dick. 4/5. good post. That last star I reserve for being truly jazzed so no hard feelings. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
"Text Joins Automattic." Another educational piece for the normie - for that I bitterly thank. Not too much to review. Good clean blog. smart. 3/5. ⭐️⭐️⭐️
"Wowza!" Bonus point in here for the mom name drop, cute, wholesome. “I feel like every cell in my body is charged,” lol ok relax… is he turning 40 this year or 140? But adds to the charm of this post. I like this blog a lot. Very genuine, very feel good, I love to feel the awe that Matt feels recounting this experience. This is what reminds me what the whole blog thing is about! Nice ! 5/5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
"Cost of Spam." I’m rating this terrible to no fault of matt's but that I simply don’t know enough in my regular life to have any idea what’s going on here. Something about twitter bots I guess. But yeah sorry 1/5 because of user error (Reader dumbness) ⭐️
"Do the work." Ok Aristotle. Like ok!!! This one is fun. Like are those the only 2 ways? A government or a boat? What about like making a souffle, with preparation and then prayer? What about like running a marathon, with pain and suffering and perseverance? Both can be successful too. I liked this blog because there’s room for further speculation and introspection. 4/5. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
"Preserving Harvard’s Blogging History." Immediate 1 star because ew Harvard. Just kidding. But 1 star because no spice, no pizazz. In the epic words of Miss Britney Spears, “gimme more.” 1/5 ⭐️
"Houston, we have a solution." I wouldn’t regularly review this one because I wouldn’t classify it as a legit “post” more so a caption for a separate piece of media, but the title made me stop and chuckle so honorable mention here. 5/5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
"I love WordCamps!" Back to regularly scheduled charm. Well written, well explained. Good chronological exposition. 3/5, 1 point docked because I was jealous I didn’t get to go to word camp. ⭐️⭐️⭐️
"Thirty-Nine." Closing off this blog with Matt’s 2023 edition of what started all this. Gonna roast the hell out of this one because, it’s the last one and also, because I can! Also, Matt asked for a blog so I’m gonna blog! This post, despite its intended personality, felt impersonal to me. Now that I’ve deeply immersed myself in Matt’s blogging history, I feel like I’ve come to expect a certain candor and closeness in his language and phasing that I’m not quite getting in this freshly 39 year old Matt. Good ref to the Foundation series. Way to flex the milli donation. Big baller shit. But wait I’m scrolling down… “All birthday posts:….” Oh my….. ok so I guess for Matt’s birthday next year I’m gonna have to review every one of his birthday posts. Or maybe I’ll do that for my birthday just for fun. 4/5, added a star because of the links to other years and I’m impressed with the consistency that Matt’s been blogging. Jeez Louise! 22 birthday posts. shooweee. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Happy birthday Matt! I’m bummed to not be in sf to celebrate this week but hope to do so asap! Capricorn legend. I’m inspired to blog now. “Thoughtumn” will live on thanks to you.
best,
aut🍂
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YOU GUYS ARE DATING
Corpse x MGK!sister reader
(Found this image on Pinterest so all credit goes to artist, if you know who it is please comment below so I can credit them)
A/N: this was requested by @heyitssab
Tree is tall of sex in this, but it’s more in a joking matter, plus corpse has stated he doesn’t mind as long as you are not a minor or send or tag him. I’m literally 2 years younger than him, and have no intentions of ever tagging him or sending him any of my work XD
Summary: how many idiots does it take to tell the brother and friend they’re dating? Apparently takes 2 very forgetful people, who kept their relationship secret without knowing it.
It had just been by chance, a small chance that he had been scrolling through his tags. liking and reposting art, when he saw a tag from someone he followed. He wrecked his brain for when he had followed her, coming up empty. She was cute, no denying the beauty she had as she laughed in the video. It was a clip from a stream that he didn’t know she had, as he couldn’t even remember her name, wearing his merch as it fit her snug. It fit her perfectly in fact, the large hood covering her face, hiding the flush to her face from her rather large chuckles that left her body. He couldn’t help but like the photo, and he couldn’t help but to press message either.
It was first only small likes to posts, an Occasional message, and a view on their livestreams, but that all changed when he spoke of the song he was working on with her older brother.
It all started that night, when both lay in their beds as they talked, laughed, and felt their hearts flutter each time they heard one another speak.
Her phone rang violently in her bag, nearly making her drop the to go bag all over the ground as she walked. “Hello?” She asked, as she held both bags with her hands as her shoulder gripped the phone as if it’d fall down a cliff. “Hey bug!” He exclaimed, making her chuckle as she heard the booming sound of his voice. She had always detested the nickname, as he gave it to her as kids due to her horrendous fear of the creatures. But, it brought more joy to her, as it reminded her of their youth. Having been adults for years, it was fun to hear such a childish name that’s stuck.
“Hey mopey.” She chuckled, as that was the name she gave him when he was in his emo phase that he never outgrew.
Both talked as she walked towards the elevator, mainly about how his day had gone as she silently listened.
She had always been this way, always the shyer of the two, the one to listen to others first before she said a word. He had teased her for it most of their childhood and teen life, but he had grown to love it, as he could let loose or rant to her about anything, and he knew she’d be there just to listen to him.
“So what’re you doing right now?” He asked, as she got into the elevator. “Just grabbed some dinner a few minutes before you called and nearly made me shit.” A smile painted on her face at his boisterous laughter.
“Are you at home?” He asked, as he heard the sound of the elevator beeping in the background. “No, I’m spending the night with my boyfriend.”
She had mentioned about a month prior that she was seeing someone, the joy it brought him to hear the excitement and joy in her tone as she gushed about their first date.
If this was 7 or 8 years prior, he would be bombarding her with questions about the man, who he was, where he lived, where he could meet him to find his intentions with his baby sister. But, in the last few years, he found himself feeling calmer whenever she’d mentioned her love life. He knew she was smart, and would never date a man who treated her poorly. The few breakups she had, they always ended amicably, her head still high as she told him. So, he never asked her any questions about the man, as he could tell from the few times she mentioned him, he could feel the love this man had for her, and Vice versa.
The strong barreling of her phone alerted them awake, both groaning out as she reached for her phone without lifting her head from his shoulder. “Hello?” She mumbled, voice slurred as the saliva was thick in her mouth, barely awake as she fought to listen in on who dares to wake them up.
“Hey!” He exclaimed, making her equally exhausted lover groan. She shifted off of him, laying on her back as he turned away from her, as to hopefully shut his eyes and fall back asleep. She was used to her brother's large voice, as it hardly phased her after growing up with him. “Colson, why are you calling me this ungodly hour?” “Oh come on, it’s not that early.” “Col its-“ She pulled her phone from her ear, eyes shutting violently as the bright light blinded her “5 o’clock in the morning. So again, I’m going to ask you, why did you call me at the asscrack of dawn?” “You don’t remember?” He asked, making her irritation grow. “No, that’s why I’m asking.” She says, as she rubbed her sleep crusted eyes. “You were coming up today to hang out with casie, remember?” Her hand stopped rubbing her face, as she felt her heart stop momentarily. “Wait, you mean today? I thought I was coming Friday?” “No, both of you settled on today, remember I told you that’s perfect because I have a day off?” She felt her heart pain as she heard the sadness in his tone, knowing he’s expecting her to bail. “Yeah sorry, I thought you meant Friday so I mixed it up, let me get ready and I’ll be out the door okay? Love you” she said, as she hung up the line.
Before she could even move, she felt his arm wrap around her body. A tired groan leaving his lips. “Nooo stayyyy.” He groaned, pulling her body to his. She smiled as she looked down at him, wrapping her arm on his chest and the other behind his neck. “I wish I could live, but I can’t.” Planting a soft kiss against his lips. “Stay in bed for a few more hours, please?” Her heart pulled at his tone, hearing just how tired he was. “I can’t, casies wanted me to come up for weeks now. And it takes a good 3 hours to get there. I wanna spend as much time as I can with them before it gets dark so I can get back safely.” He groaned at this, wrapping his arms around her. “Yeah but it’s only 5, it wouldn’t be safe to drive since we went to bed like, 2 hours ago.” “Yeah, and whos fault was that mister?” She teased, “hmm, sorry but I just couldn’t keep my hands to myself after not seeing you for a few days.” He mused, pulling her body closer to his, planting his lips against hers. A small hum left her lips as he pulled her thigh over his, grabbing the flesh harshly as their lips cascaded together. “Mm, no no no, you’re not gonna convince me to stay here just to go another round.” She said, as she got off from his warm body, throwing his large hoodie over her bare body. “Oh come on babe, are you sure about that?” He said, making her turn around to him. A small gasp left her lips as her eyes took in his milky white complexion. His honey brown eyes looking back at her with a small smile etched onto his face. His hair a tousled mess that resembled a bird's nest, some pieces falling onto his face. “Honey, I’ve been wanting to see my family for weeks now, I see you almost everyday and practically live here. I’ll be back tomorrow so I can grab more clothes from my place okay?” She placed a kiss to his lips, both holding one another in their arms. “I don’t know why you don’t just say fuck that place and just move in.” He mumbled, making her chuckle and heart warm. “Don't you think it’s a little soon though? I mean we’ve only been together a few months love.” “Yeah, but you’ve practically lived here since we got together, you literally just go there to get more clothes that you end up leaving here.” She looked into his eyes as she thought about his words. “Hm, I’ll think about it today okay?” She mused, planting a kiss to his lips. A soft okay leaving him as she got up.
“And babe, remember if you live here, we can have all the sex we want and not have to worry about driving to get one another.” He exclaimed, laughing at the loud honey she screamed from the bathroom.
She couldn’t help but laugh out as she watched, as her niece tried her hardest to braid her fathers grown out hair. It was near impossible not to, as pieces would fall out, resulting in her pulling them harsher, nearly pulling his eyelids back due to the tension from his temples. “Okay okay you’re gonna fuckin scalp me.” He chuckled , as all three bursted out in large laughter.
“So how’s school going this year?” She asked her, as she delicately painted her nails. Both of the girls had found themselves on the floor in front of the nice coffee table, as colson sat and chatted with them. “It’s going really well.” “Oh yeah? Make any new friends?” She teased. “I mean, kinda.” She couldn’t help but hear the wavering in her tone, spotting the faint blush dusting her skin. “Ohh, so there’s a someone eh?” She teased to her, making the preteen hide her face as to conceal the flush. “His names Garrett, and we both take social studies together. He always sits next to me at lunch, and we’ll draw on my notebook.” She gushed, making her smile. “Soo, do you think he likes you?” “I mean, that’s what everyone keeps saying.” “Yeah well don’t worry about it to much cas, you’re not dating anyone for many more years. You’re still a kid.” Her das said, making the young girls face fall.
Y/N knew he was only saying this to protect her, as he said the same thing to her growing up. “Hey, don’t be bummed out about it. He is right, you both are only 12 and should focus on school. But don’t worry, he’ll come around. He was just like that with me up until my current boyfriend.” She whispered, making the young girl chuckle.
“Speaking of which, how are you guys doing?” He asked, as she hadn’t mentioned hun to her in a while. He didn’t think it’d hurt to ask. “Great actually, we’re thinking of moving in together actually.” “That’s great! I’m really happy that y’all met.” “Yeah, I am too.” She hummed, a flush dusting her cheeks.
Both men laughed as they chatted on the phone, talking about anything that would come to mind. What was once only a collaboration for a song, turned into an amazing friendship that caused both of them to call at late hours just to shoot the shit.
A yawn left his lips, as he listened to colson ramble on about another song he was making. “Woah, you tired man?” Colson asked, shocked to hear the sound. “Yeah sorry, was up most of the night last night.” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “Were you feeling alright?” He asked, worry laced in his tone. He knew all about his friends illnesses, even once being on the other end of the phone during a bad spell one day.” “Oh yeah yeah yeah, was just, up with the misses last night.” He chuckled, a flush blooming on his cheeks. “Ohhh yeah? And how was it?” This shocked him, nearly feeling his heart stop. Like, does he usually know about his sisters sex life? He didn’t think much of it, as he knew just how close both were. “It was absolutely fucking amazing. Like I thought we’d be done for the night, fully tapped out but after like 5 minutes she’d be right back on me for another round.” He chuckled, his flush even worse than before. “Ayyyeee good for you corpse, glad to hear that puss is bussin.” He laughed at this, throwing his head back. “Yeah, it’s bussin bussin.”
Both men talk as they read from their phones, eyes wide in absolute awe of the love they received from the song. They had just dropped it a few days prior, not expecting the cry of joy from both fan bases.
He didn’t even look up from it when she walked in, until she bent down to plant a kiss to his forehead. “Sorry I had completely forgot about the tea I made you an hour ago, but I put it back on the stove to heat it up so if it’s twisting funky just tell me okay?” Before he could even thank her, both their heads whipped towards the loudness from the other line. “Y/N? Is that you? What in the hell are you doing there with corpse!” He didn’t sound angry, more shocked than anything, both of them looking at the phone in confusion. “I, I love here? Remember I told you like a month ago I was moving in with him?” “WHAT!” Both jumped at the loud scream. “Wait so you guys are dating!?” Both we’re even more perplexed, until it dawned on both of them. Their eyes wide as they turned their heads to one another slowly. “Wait you didn’t tell him?” “No? He’s one of your best friends so I thought you did!” “He’s your brother! So I thought you did!” Both whisper, until all three lay silent. That was until, the large cry of laughter that leaves the two, leaving colson even more confused. He wasn’t mad, not at all actually. More shocked and confused than anything. Until he started thinking, it does make sense, all the times they spoke about one another without him knowing, all the times they mentioned-“OH GOD!” He yelled, gagging violently, making them stop their laughing fit. “What's wrong? Why are you yelling?” She asks “like a month ago corpse was talking about how he was tired cause he was up all night having sex AND I HAD NO IDEA HE WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU! OH GOD WAS THAT WHY YOU WERE LIMPING THAT DAY WITH CAS AND I!” Both laugh even harder, as they listen to his ever growing gags.
“So yeah,. That’s literally how we had no idea we were keeping the relationship secret from her brother.” He laughed, as he red the comments and listened to his friends' laughter. She sat beside him, head laying on his shoulder as he told the story. She couldn’t help but to look back up into his eyes, as he glanced down at her, planting a soft kiss to her lips. “Keep it pg guys.” Colson said from the other line, making them chuckle.
#corpse husband imagine#corpse#corpse husband fanfic#corpse x reader#corpse imagine#corpse fic#corpse x you#corpse husband x reader#corpse husband
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misi's beyblade AUs masterpost
i like making AUs, i have many of them, here's a post of them from oldest to newest. (at least approximately) (the ones that got no art of them have photos from unsplash. i just enjoy setting the mood)
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Magical boy AU
takao is an ordinary middle schooler who one day gets dragoon the magical spinning top from a cute little azure dragon, seiryuu, and transforms into a magical boy to protect the world from evil for some cosmic reasons that i haven't come up with yet. the rest of the characters have similar powers from their holy beasts and takao needs to gather up his team to fight the evil and. you get the drill
is there art of it? yes 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7
is there a fic of it? no
note: i originally created this just because i like designing the outfits so i haven't planned the story much (this used to be my main focus but then 4kingdoms happened GJSDHGHSDG) i'd want to though, i'll get back to it eventually...at some point...... one of the charm points of this AU is that the holy beasts are these digimon-like animals that hang out with the characters and each have their own personalities.
Fairy tale monster AU
takao and gramps live in a cabin in the middle of a forest full of monsters and takao decides one day to venture out to look for a silver-haired boy he once saw, he meets up with the other BBA characters one by one in the grim woods.
is there art of it? no
is there a fic of it? yes
note: my oldest halloween fic. the characters are all these different cute spooky creatures and it's intended to sound like a fairy tale.
One day, he determined that the time was ripe: Takao decided to leave for an adventure. For his grandfather was old, it was not at all unusual for him to lay down to bed before sundown. Once the hut had fallen in drowsy silence, Takao packed his one and only bag with what little he felt he needed, took his cap and jacket, and stepped over the doorsill. He had left the safe warmth of the hut behind.
Royal fantasyverse AU (the tale of four kingdoms)
takes place in a fantasy universe with four kingdoms (east, west, south & north) created by the four holy beasts, in an era where each kingdom happens to be ruled by an exceptionally young king due to their respective circumstances. when the four meet for the first time, a snowball of events is set in motion that's going to affect all four kingdoms.
is there art of it? yes 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7
is there a fic of it? yes 1 / 2
note: like a period drama with magic and gay and tons of worldbuilding. probably has way too many mysteries for the boys to solve because i have no self control when it comes to creating twists. this is The one AU that i have crammed every usable canon character into, i need enough people to inhabit four fucking countries
After creating the four lands, the holy beasts created people to inhabit them. Because the beasts were celestial beings and couldn't but guard people and the world they lived in from far above, they needed human vessels to lead the four nations. Thus they created four kings who would rule over other people using the four beast’s powers. The four kings were neither human nor gods, but something between – they were messengers, or icons, of the four holy beasts.
Omegaverse AU
a canon divergence AU (i guess??) where genders are replaced by A/B/O and everyone being either canine or feline. max is a late bloomer canine and finds out he's the only alpha of the BBA boys thanks to a certain feline omega.
is there art of it? not really but i do have dog boy max and cat boy rei art (which are a bit too cute for this kinkfest. i mean they're obviously aged up for the real thing.) 1 / 2
is there a fic of it? it's been in the works for like, five years but i always shy away from finishing it
note: it's omegaverse, it's exactly what you'd expect. the smut is so filthy i've been too embarrassed to even post it. hiromi is also an alpha by the way
Coffee shop AU
highschooler rei goes on a venture to hit on a local Hot University Teacher and coffee shop owner judy in a cafe owned by her, ends up receiving a bunch of flirty cups of latte from barista max working there.
is there art of it? no
is there a fic of it? yes
note: i mean, rei being into blonde MILFs is pretty much canon
Now that Rei looked at the boy more carefully, he realised his hair was just as fair and eyes just as blue as he knew Judy Mizuhara's to be. Maybe they were related? It wasn't that strange if Judy had hired a relative's kid to help out at the shop, right? He certainly looked American, but he had spoken Japanese.
And then, all of a sudden, the boy turned to look back to him. Startled, Rei blinked his own golden brown eyes and shifted them back to his now empty cup. God, it was rude to stare at someone, wasn't it? He'd been too deep in thought to even notice doing it. Not that the boy had looked judgmental – he only seemed to wear a smile.
Soulmate AU
max keeps having dreams with peculiar scenarios about a boy named rei. one day he borrows a book on soulmates from hiromi and finds a chapter talking about meeting your soulmate in the realm of dreams.
is there art of it? no
is there a fic of it? yes
note: i don't even care for soulmate AUs, this was my own dare to myself to find a single soulmate trope that interested in me enough to write a thing of it.
Max was walking through a crowded airport, carrying a heavy backpack with him. He had never been to this airport in his life, but somehow he knew exactly where he was, and where he was supposed to go. And he was in a hurry, and Rei had at some point emerged from the crowd, as usual, keeping up with him without bumping into any of the people that should have blocked his way.
“I'm sorry, this is probably my fault,” Rei said. “I haven't even travelled in ages anymore, but these dreams just keep coming back to haunt me.”
Chess player AU
rei is a young chinese chess champion participating in the world junior championships, ends up falling for the american chess prodigy max somehow in the process and is determined to get to play against him again.
is there art of it? no
is there a fic of it? yes
note: so this is one of the weirder ones i've done. it was inspired simply by me having a very vivid mental image of a scene of them playing dramatic chess together. this is probably my most underrated AU even by myself, i think the writing is pretty solid for such a short story of a topic i know practically nothing about
As a child, Rei had initially been taught to play xiàngqí, a Chinese game much more popular back in his home country; but chess with its refined, uniquely shaped pieces was love at first sight for the young Rei. He was a fast thinker and had amazing concentration skills once he set his mind on something, and he also had an outstanding memory, making it easy to memorise game patterns he once saw and then use them for his advantage. This all granted him natural talent in chess. But despite his skill, he had a bad habit of easily losing his temper and becoming indecisive once his focus wavered. Also, he was just a tad bit too sentimental. These traits often became his worst enemy in important matches, much worse than the actual opposing player.
Keep your cool. Focus. Play well.
Flower shop + fake dating AU
yuriy doesn't really know anything about flowers but is working part-time in a flower shop for the easy cash. he keeps getting a pair of weird customers who ask about flower language for hypothetical situations.
is there art of it? not by myself and i don’t have a link to the fanart made of it unfortunately
is there a fic of it? yes
note: did i write this for valentine's day? i feel like i maybe did. this is my only AU (and fic in general) so far that's about a non-BBA character as the main lmao
“So, I need some advice for a particular situation,” the customer then began, idly tapping the counter with his hand. “I mean, not a real situation, of course – hypothetically speaking, if someone was just pretending to be going out with another person, but they weren't really going but it just needed to seem that way to everyone else, what kinda flowers would get the message through?”
Possibly an idiot, Yuriy concluded his analysis.
“So you need suitable flowers for a date,” he stated, shooting his eyes at his notes about common flower-usage.
Classical music AU (the heart that i love)
max is a piano prodigy attending a classical music college that holds annual music competitions for the students. he's got some haters for being the son of a world-known pianist who's one of the teachers, but he also ends up having a budding romance with rei the mysterious chinese violinist.
is there art of it? yes 1 / 2
is there a fic of it? yes
note: the origin of this was my "max and mao are besties" college AU. then it got mixed in with my thirst for classical instruments and max being bullied.
Max isn’t exactly a synesthet, but he has always been able to see music as pictures – as entire sceneries, as great adventures. This tendency of his emerges especially strong whenever he’s learning to play a new piece on the piano; as he moves along the melody, the scenery is also being built around him like a jigsaw puzzle, creating a complete picture piece by piece; and once he has mastered the song, he’s able to freely traverse and immerse himself in the world inside that puzzle. Some pieces have a more relaxed or soothing scenery than others, some are exciting and thrilling – even deliciously sinister in the way that a good horror film can be. Setting himself down in front of a piano is always an invitation to a world of his choice.
Bakeneko AU
after moving to a small rural town in japan, max hits his head and starts seeing things, such as a weird white cat following him around. after a while, he's convinced that he's being haunted.
is there art of it? yes
is there a fic of it? yes
note: another halloween AU, a more surreal one where max is human and rei is. well. not
Max kept walking, his eyes still on the narrow road. He hadn't noticed while deep in thought, but it really was quiet that evening. The sun had nearly set by now, leaving the sky striped with the dusk of the approaching nightfall. There was no wind to rustle the treetops, no birds chirping, nothing. Only the sound of Max's own footsteps on the pavement, and the matching sound that followed.
Followed. What if someone actually was following him?
A sudden, violent chill struck down Max's spine, causing his hair to stand on end.
He stopped.
After a short delay, the steps also stopped.
Genderbend AU
a canon divergence AU where everyone's a different gender from canon (duh). starts off as an alternate version of the g-revolution world championships where the girls meet for the first time and befriend each other. rei is a professional model in addition to being a blader in the baihus, and max from the PPB is delighted to be able to battle her. she has no idea that rei has fallen for her at first sight, though.
is there art of it? yes 1 / 2 / 3 / 4
is there a fic of it? it's... in the works.
note: i created this because i wanted to design attractive girls, what about it. absolutely partial to maxine's huge badonkadonks.
It wasn’t like Rei hadn’t already taken notice of her before, given that they were participating in the same world championship tournament, but the real turning point was the first time they stood on the opposing sides of a bey stadium. It was the day when the match-up roster signalled the match between the Chinese team and the American team, the Baihus versus the PPB All Starz; and despite both teams consisting of five players, it came down to, to Rei’s immense joy, the tag team of Rai and herself against the two most interesting US players, Rikki Anderson and Mizuhara Maxine.
Vampire & merboy AU
rei is a starved vampire just about to end his own life when he meets merboy max at a forest lake.
is there art of it? of max yes
is there a fic of it? yes
note: yet another halloween monster AU, this time they are both monsters though. this one’s a pretty grim one i have to admit
Rei succumbed into deep thought, considering his few options, when something grabbed his unsuspecting hand. Something yanked him forward in one mad splash and forced not only the rest of his arm but also his shoulders and head underwater. Half a second later Rei, so badly startled that he’d come close to slipping into insanity, found himself staring at a pair of bright blue eyes only inches away from his own face.
His other hand and lower body still firmly on land, Rei pulled himself back with strength that he didn’t even know his weak body still contained. As he did, he also pulled up whatever was clutching his hand, which turned out to be another hand – a white hand with elongated, dirty fingers, so sharp at the tips that they looked like daggers.
Mafia AU
max is the boss of the BBA mafia family, rei is a hitman and max's right hand man, the rest have various roles in the organisation. salima, mariam and some other girls (at least) are reporters doing investigative journalism on organised crime who get interested in covering the story of a group of russian elite detectives doing a thorough investigation of the BBA.
is there art of it? of rei and max yes 1 / 2 / 3
is there a fic of it? it's in the works but it's just a gratuitous reimax smut
note: this is a story i wish existed but this kind of police investigation action thing is so not my genre of expertise. that's why i'm just doing a PWP of my boys and the rest exists on conceptual level
“Did you know,” Salima said, perfectly peppy about it, “that there are secret underground auctions for stolen artwork that’s sold in the black market? Not just online auctions in the dark web but actual, physical events held somewhere in the city! Isn’t that so intriguing? Can you imagine how an event like that would look like, Max?”
Max can – in fact, he doesn’t need to imagine. But he’d rather not think about it; the memories bring the familiar taste of bile in his mouth and make his gut curdle with a mixture of disgust and very particular guilt. The mere thought of it makes him set his coffee aside and bring a hand between his tightly shut eyes.
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the next thing i come up with? who knows............
#bey things#i am only moderately insane#so i'm a person who never reads her own writing#but for this post i did. i read my old oneshots#and i wasn't disgusted by them!! actually i was rather impressed with them!!!#i didn't know such a feeling existed. to read your old writing#and be like how nice! writing of my OTP just the way i want it!#genuinely i was charmed by the soulmate AU because i'd forgotten most of it#bc i was so embarrassed about it for some reason? but it was a very nice story
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recs for someone new to omgcp
[February 2021.]
Reading, or not reading, OMGCP fics has come up in a couple of conversations I’ve had recently with artists newish to the fandom (ie. @jovishark; @decafffff), who are making OMGCP art (!!!) but haven’t started exploring fic -- but maybe want to? Which of course reminded me that I’ve never bothered to make an actual, concrete recs list for this fandom. So, I mean. Here is one.
The approach is, what do I think about when I think about OMGCP fanfic? What comes to mind, what stands out to me? I have excluded some very popular fics. Some of these I just don’t think are very good, and others I do think are good, and/or I enjoy them, but I don’t see why you’d need me, specifically, to recommend them. I am thinking of a story like maybe i’m waking up, which I discuss below because I link to a podfic of it. It has a lot of merits, to be sure, but it’s the second-most-read fic in this fandom by hits, and it’s got thousands of comments, and it’s by an author whose work is relatively widely praised and circulated. I am not sure what telling you more about this fic will add to the conversation; if you want to find and read it, you inevitably will. I’m happy to, say, answer asks about these kinds of fics, or talk more generally about them via DM or whatever. Feel free.
Also, I don’t think there’s a point to pretending to be objective about fanfic; this list has a perspective and that perspective is mine. In this fandom I largely read stories that navigate the tension around Jack, Bitty, and Parse, in various permutations. This is not to say that I’ve never read fic about the frogs, or that I have no interest at all in other pairings, but I am by no means an expert on Dex/Nursey and can really only speak to the one fic about them that sticks out to me because it goes beyond being merely Dex/Nursey and does something else. This is just to say that I am sure there are great and interesting fics about other things and ideas--but I’m not the person to hear about those from.
Likewise, I’m not super interested in stories that really reproduce that which is already in OMGCP. I like Zimbits--albeit maybe not in the ways or for the reasons most fans would--but I do not really need to see endless iterations of the same story about them falling in love and being cute together. I don’t think these stories are bad or they shouldn’t exist or that they have no merit by default. Still, I don’t need fanfic to give me more OMGCP. I need fanfic to complicate, to comment on, and to transform OMGCP. Many people don’t work like this! Totally okay! But I can’t rec you fics that do that.
What I have noticed, however, is that over time there appears to have been a shift in how people do write fic for this fandom. (Other than, you know, increases and decreases in activity pending the status of the comic, pairings going in and out of vogue, and so on.) Early on, say during Y1 and Y2, the comic was about the group of friends having a cool time at college together; about whether the burgeoning attraction between Jack and Bitty would manifest and, if so, how; and, especially, Jack’s past coming into fuller view for Bitty and how it would have to be dealt with in order for a relationship between them to work. YMMV on how great the comic executed there, but as Y3 went on these themes increasingly disappeared from the story. I think this means a lot of fic written over 2015-2016 or 2017 has one kind of tone, and was written mostly around these questions; after that, it feels like a new crop of writers and a new crop of ideas started circulating, that is, either embracing Jack and Bitty’s canon relationship and accepting its relative straightforwardness in text--or deconstructing it, imagining what readers aren’t seeing, or how problems not dealt with in the comic would manifest later. People who have read my fic know which of these I’m mainly interested in exploring.
All of which is to say, looking at what I’m reccing here, when the fics were posted or when I first read them probably has a lot to do with why they stick out to me so much. Because there’s no real culture of fanfic criticism--and I mean that in the positivist sense of broad evaluation not explicitly for fault and merit but rather, for context--I think it’s really hard to keep this in mind. But I’m obnoxious and I can’t just be easy about things.
Fic recs
In alphabetical order, somewhat unsorted; if a stand-alone fic has a summary I’ve included it, but in other cases I’ve recced a couple of conceptually related fics or series, which I’ve tried to just describe or explain as opposed to copying the summary off AO3.
There are so many more fanfics I think are great and worth reading! In an ideal world I’d come back and add more later, or create a secondary list that’s more along the lines of “if you like this, read these,” or whatever. But, being realistic, this is a starter kit. I’m open to talking about fanfic.
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7-0-2 by Idday; Friends in Low Places and Sorry for the Blood in Your Mouth; I Wish it was Mine by blue_rocket_frost | I’m not sure it would be correct to say that I don’t like Parse/Tater, or that I’m not interested in Parse/Tater. I’m not interested in Patater a priori; I think it could be interesting, with teeth. These fics stick out to me when I think about this pairing, because they feel different. Accusations of a preference for just linking any two white men who happen to be hanging around have validity, but because of what hockey is and how it works and who’s hanging around it, it’s not exactly a leap to imagine what kind of gritty spark the friction between two closeted NHL players would create. A little violence in your sex? A little sex in your violence.
A Sight Worth Seeing by sadtomato | A four-fic Jack/Bitty/Shitty/Lardo explicit BDSM series. Either you want that or you don’t. It’s nothing hardcore, and not properly a four-way, really; more properly a kind of voyeuristic round-robin. There’s a more open and egalitarian view of sex here than I really get from the characters in the back end of the comic. It’s an expansive, propulsive view of sex and relationships that’s really nice to see. I love Lardo's detached coolness, and Bitty as a smooth operator; if you’re looking for some kind of Dom/sub dynamics world, this really isn’t it, but it’s a lively exploration into the sexual dynamics in a group of friends that’s super close to the good-times vibe you get from Haus scenes in the first couple years of extras.
call me son (one more time) by Summerfrost, Verbyna, and blithelybonny | This is a series, incomplete, and you will love it or be massively put off by it. I mean that as a compliment. I love it. The premise is, Bob Zimmermann and Kent Parson have been having sex since Kent was, like, 19. Everyone in this story has been chewed up: by themselves, by each other, by hockey. Plainly, this is a pretty bleak view of what OMGCP, as a story, is supposedly offering. If you want fic that is dark and glamorous, treading the toxic melange of substance abuse, sex-as-sublimation, and so much money you can’t possibly throw all of it away without trying, this series has that sick-inducing shimmer to it. But, again, its strength is its examination of Kent Parson, textually and meta-textually, as someone to be projected onto. Bob, Alicia, Jack, and Bitty all impute certain feelings of their own onto him, displacing their own issues to a character who’s centralized in every fic but defies neat or total comprehension. Some critiques I’ve read of this series feel it’s too dark, and I’ve also seen it argued on FFA that an overwhelming amount of praise heaped onto these stories has made it tough for other writers to make headway in writing Bob/Kent fic. But I’m also not sure you could engage with Bob/Kent fic without going down this road at some point? I’m sure there are ways to scale it back, but ultimately it’s a story about how hockey’s violent, homophobic, old-guard gatekeeping has continued to set the terms for a younger and ostensibly less toxic culture. I fully embrace PWP fics that tread on the power dynamic without fully excavating it, but buried within any PWP is the fact that a 53-year-old man is ensnaring a 19-year-old, no matter how much the latter is, realistically, into it, and legally empowered to consent. Not to mention the dynamics of it being a 53-year-old man who is the father of the 19-year-old’s ex-boyfriend, and a 53-year-old man who is an eminence grise in the field the 19-year-old is trying to make a career in The sexual element--the vaguely incestuous nature of it--is making textual the subtext of how hockey works, actually: objectification of teenage bodies as older men’s capital.
Coach Z by thistidalwave | Just before the 2009 NHL Entry Draft, tp prospect Jack Zimmermann overdoses on his anxiety medication and is admitted to rehab. His future turns from a clear-cut road to the top into an uncertain path filled with therapy appointments, ignored text messages, a group of boys who aren't there to teach him a lesson about himself, and, of course, hockey. | I keep reccing this fic because it has 360 comments on AO3 but nobody, as far as I can tell, has ever read it; it never appears on rec lists. This isn’t the kind of fanfic I usually go in for, but I can’t help being charmed by it. This is a character study in the truest sense, a kind of Mighty Ducks-but-better view on what Jack’s time coaching peewee hockey might have been like. I have no interest in kids and my own aesthetic is maybe a little darker than this, but I admire this story because it injects vibrancy into a period of Jack’s life that OMGCP has left largely unexplored, and so has the fandom. We know nothing about what made Jack want to go to college, nothing about how he spent his days in between juniors and Samwell. It posits a very sympathetic and patient Jack/Parse dynamic, showcasing the exact kind of ragged teenage push-and-pull that would have led to the circumstances we see in Parse I-III. The outside perspective Jack needs is largely present in an OFC who’s not a love interest. Super unique, somehow both engrossing and low-key.
#dirtbags by angularmomentum | A series that is a Kent Parson/Claude Giroux fuckfest with feelings. I’ve long suspected that Parse is popular in part because he is the character who most easily elides OMGCP with the actual NHL, or rather, NHL fandom; I think he made it appealing to write OMGCP fics where the NHL is a factor. Case in point, this series, which is basically “what if Kent Parson was a real hockey player and therefore part of NHL RPS”? I have only read some NHL RPS, so I’m not the person to assess accuracy, but what I do know is superstar IRL hockey players take turns here as the caricature fanfic versions of themselves, and since Kent Parson is already that, it’s great how seamlessly he integrates into their social fabric. Rambunctious energy peppered with regret and loss, but ultimately this series is farcical, and it doesn’t take its sentimental ending too seriously--which, good.
fated to pretend by nighimpossible | 5 Jack/Kent fics that Ransom and Holster dramatically reenact for the Haus + the truth. | As a fic format, 5+1 doesn’t usually work for me, but this one isn’t just front-loaded with five too-knowing vignettes; it then wraps up by using its +1 better than you might expect. Sometimes I talk about economy of fic, and this one exemplifies it. A zero-waste fic.
go ahead and move along by originally | "Leave, Parse," Jack says. Again. Or: Kent finds himself stuck in a time loop. | Kent Parson is trapped in a Groundhog Day scenario on the day of Epikegster. I’m sure you can imagine, just from that, what happens. And yet I think this fic is super entertaining, reserving some key surprises. What this story is doing is something a lot, and perhaps even the majority, of great Jack/Parse fic wants to do: digging into the question of just why this can’t work in comic canon. Most often this is approached from the past, by writing teenage Jack/Parse deep-dives that examine their lives mid-juniors, or by writing AUs where enough circumstances are shifted that it does work, or via future fics that posit enough growth has happened, and enough things have changed. But this fic makes Parse live the same bad day again and again, testing multiple theories about just how dependent on circumstance and incident real life actually is. Another day, another tone, 10 minutes sooner, not at all--you just can’t know why it didn’t work until you exhaust every possible variable. I worry that this rec has sucked the life out of the story, though--it’s so fun!
I Saw a Life and Strange Lovers by @bluegrasshole | Most AUs in this fandom seem to retell the story in a new setting or with some big detail change, following OMGCP’s rhythm beat-for-beat. I think of this as, “It’s the plot of Check, Please, but” -- they’re doing high school football? They’re acrobats? They’re a/b/o? They’re in a DIY punk band? And so on. These two stories are not that! They’re both 1950s AUs, each deeply felt, and yet hugely different from each other. I Saw a Life is about displacement and fragmentation, two sides of a similar but incongruent social critique; Strange Lovers is a finely wrought social drama about coal mining in Nova Scotia in the 1950s, centered around historical events. I suppose a theme on this rec list is something like, “I don’t even like this, but” -- yes, okay, I don’t even like Dex/Nursey, but--! This fic is so overwhelmingly complete, the AU laid out so carefully that the story breathes with all the background details informing the writing that aren’t actually, in the story; you just know they’re below the surface. (With the exception of one investigation of Jack’s character in a short, separate fic.) I Saw a Life, meanwhile, really tests the limits of the notion that Jack and Bitty are soulmates--not by calling it into question but by asking, rather innovatively, how the setting and place of the comic itself activates that.
Les Hivers de mon enfance by staranise | What do you do when hockey is the language of prayer for your soul, and also the toxic thing that almost killed you? 2009: Jack Zimmermann takes a mental health year. God knows he needs it. | Here’s a fic by someone who’s no longer around so much, but she felt ubiquitous in 2016-2019 OMGCP fandom. Before any of that, though, she wrote this one lovely fic about Jack’s pre-Samwell recovery. The author is Canadian and really irritated by hockey culture, and I think this fic benefits greatly because she is clear-eyed about Jack’s being caught in an exploitative system; it’s hockey he’s in recovery for, in a way. There’s an epistolary element that works for me, too. I read this early on in my time in OMGCP fandom and it really stuck with me.
Lysistrata? I Hardly Know Her! (by which I mean everything) by @tomatowrites | It feels somehow like cheating to recommend OMGCP fanfics by my OMGCP BFF with whom I make an OMGCP podcast where we talk about OMGCP. You know the fics I really want to rec, like truly the ones that speak to some kind of shared depravity, are the ones where Jack is miserably mpreg for the second time and accidentally lets his kid see Kent Parson’s Long John Silver’s shrimp scampi promo spot, which obviously would get twisted into a self-hating three-way. How many times do I have to rec this fic? As many as I need to, is my feeling. If you don’t know, Long John Silver’s is an American fast-food chain that sells, like, fried pollock sandwiches; it is nautical-themed; I have never eaten there; I don’t know where there is one; I don’t eat fried fish. (Shrimp, on the other hand?) All of which is to say that it takes a real genius to investigate a premise that far out. And while a lot of people almost certainly will start reading this humanity’s depths-themed sex scene and back the fuck out, readers with refined taste will note that Kent, the point-of-view character, is right there with you, despairing that he can’t help himself. And so long as you’re in that story collection, honestly, you’ll love petite gems like Jack is transmasc, Jack and Shitty play hockey in 18th-century England, and oh, right, he’s from Georgia. Tomato holds the distinction of being probably the gamest author I know in this fandom, just really like fearless in her pursuit of any range of concept she’s pushed to. (I can push her to?) See, for example, a sublime bandom AU; Bitty is cancelled for buying a maybe-unethically exported Roman fragment of a youth’s torso; or, god, the masterwork that is this future fic series where Jack keeps relapsing and Bitty exiles him to their guesthouse. Do I think you need to read a fic where Bitty is snide about the teen prostitute whose baby they’re adopting? Yes, I mean, he would be snide, don’t tell me he wouldn’t. I could go on, but my main thing here is, if I have to pick just one, I’m going to pick this Lysistrata fic. The premise, literally, is that Bitty reads the Lysistrata and it gives him ideas. Like most of Tomato’s OMGCP fic, it’s a stripping away of the comic’s polite fiction that Jack and Bitty could possibly attain the ideal it reaches in the comic without some kind of messy, efflusive breakdown. Life is like that, you see! Tricky. Like a lot of people, although it’s tough to say precisely how many, I have always intuited that maybe Bitty is kind of a natural top? But obviously when you meet him, as a literal virgin, it’s hard to see how he’d go from zero to self-actualization so neatly. This fic floats a theory, and it has a fun little side plot for Whiskey, something I never thought about or needed before Tomato built it out herein. In conclusion, BONUS: Dex’s gay lobster novel.
only fools rush in and the light of all lights by decinq | This person wrote of the nature of the wound, one of the early, formative Jack/Bitty fics that was oft-recced when I was getting into the fandom in 2016. It forms part of a larger series that deals deeply with how Jack has been shaped by his struggles (? I hate this word) with homophobia and his own mental health. It’s a picture of the character as you might have imagined him much earlier in the comic’s run. The formatting is atrocious and he author’s flair is what Tomato would call “AO3 house style.” It’s a voice that works great for her writing. I think it’s at its best in these shorter fics; the former is about Parse and Shitty stumbling into a relationship almost accidentally; the latter, an eerie PBJ vampire fic. I had begun writing a fic where Parse is a vampire early on in this fandom, only to read this and immediately quit, because you only need one, and this one’s all I need. The Parse/Shitty rare pair fic shares its exuberance with hockey RPS when it’s good: here’s how fun it can be when you’re young, rich, and jocular. And I don’t even like accidental marriage AUs, they’re usually boring, so that says a lot. By all means, read the wound fic; read the entire series. But these are highly unusual.
OVERDOSE and Oomph and a little spin-o-rama by jedusaur | None of these are long, or plotty, and they’re all a little experimental. OVERDOSE is an AU set in a world where you know how you’ll die, but no details; Oomph, a little fic where Jack hears hockey pucks talking to him. This is the kind of stuff I used to think I’d find in fandom forever, coming out of Lotrips lurking in the 2000s: short, zany bursts of energy that surprise and delight. a little spin-o-rama peers at Kent’s character through the grim reality of being the hypertalented superstar stuck on a dead-last team. All three are sparse and stylish in a way that’s really smart, practically economical.
Sowing Season by @agrossunderstatement | Parse and Zimms, Zimms and Parse. Kent Parson's life, from the Q, through his early years with the Aces, to Jack's senior year. Canon divergent. A story of love, loss, moving on, regressing, hockey, and found families of all kinds. | Effectively a novel, digging into Kent’s personal history, mostly concerning his life in juniors but expanding into his present, overlapping with the plot of OMGCP. I think there is room enough for endless speculations on what went down pre-canon; this one offers a fuller life for Kent than nearly any others, digging into him as a whole person rather than as a satellite to Jack or the plot of the comic. Which isn’t to say that the Kent/Jack stuff isn’t dealt with here; it explicitly is. But the fact of Kent Parson’s life, if we can begin to imagine it beyond mere text, would exist before, after, and alongside Jack; he gets to juniors without Jack, presumably, and he is the captain of a hockey team without Jack, and Pinkerton lays the foundation of Parse’s character within a junior hockey that Jack also inhabits, more so that Parse existing for Jack, so to speak. And I’m not implying this latter tactic is wrong; I have certainly employed it, and others have employed it to great impact and effect. But, still, the title of this series tells you what you ought to know: Kent and his story are the potentiality of OMGCP, up to a point; seeds being planted. Young hockey players, similarly. The question implied there is, what will be reaped? And the answer to the latter, in a sense, that reaping is a sort of violence. Which makes this series sound pretty heavy, but it’s not -- more like, realistic.
(tell everyone) you were a good wife by @queerofcups | The biggest problem with pretending that he doesn’t know that Kent Parson is fucking his husband is that Jack can’t tell Kent how grateful he is. | The ne plus ultra of PBJ triangulation; I’ve been squealing to the writer about how good it is since August, begging for behind-the-scenes insights, and I’d only do that if I really meant it. The precarious social fabric stretched across these three chapters is fraying before the reader’s eyes. The details are delicious, and I don’t want to spoil them, but they sing in chorus with the plot. My favorite OMGCP fics, honestly, remove the romance narrative guardrails that keep things in the comic itself humming along. I think Dann’s take is to ask who in this comic has power and what they would end up doing with it. (Or not doing, from another angle.) At one point, early on in its telling, OMGCP looked like it was going to be a story dealing with the compounded traumas of hockey’s discontents. Then, of course, it wasn’t. This is a fic that steps back and asks what the fallout of that oversight would be. But that’s just the moldering core of this fanfic; it’s actually embroidered, like I said, with glittering detail. The color of the suit Bitty wears to his wedding is burned into my brain. The gray manicure of a woman Jack knows. The ingredients in a cake. This is one of those fics I still haven’t reviewed because the thought of stacking everything I could say about it into mere AO3 comments is inadequate.
when you’re ready by megancrtr | The Aces’ director of communications gets the call at 3:13 a.m. Jack Zimmermann has withdrawn from the draft. | “What happened at the draft” is so mythological it gets asked in the comic proper, and I’ve never counted how many fics attempt to answer this question--from Kent’s point of view, even--but it’s gotta be, oh, hundreds. This story replays the situation from the perspective of an Aces staffer who just wants to do her job, and gets at the jarring discordance between the plot of OMGCP in its quest for social justice and the business of actual hockey. Important context is that this story was written around the time the comic was playing out the end of Y3 and start of Y4, and Bitty pointedly asked Jack the question, “why can’t we?” This story reframes the question as literal, rather than rhetorical. A sterling example of fanfic being a gloss on its source.
BONUS, podfics
hockeyed up | There are many things on Jack's mind. Namely: hockey, hockey, Bitty, hockey, anxiety, hockey, hockey, anxiety, Bitty, hockey, hockey, anxiety, and hockey. | A fic read aloud by its French-Canadian author. Also a relatively early OMGCP fanfic; composed while the first semester of Y2 was posting, the story suggests a version of OMGCP that was in some ways more and in other ways less complex than what it would turn into not long after. The real power of this podfic, however, is that it’s read by the writer, so you can hear the intended emphasis in every line. Also, because she’s French-Canadian, Sophie’s intonation is what I picture when I read or write dialogue for Jack.
maybe i’m waking up | It’s almost funny. All he ever wanted was to play hockey, to play in the NHL, to win the Cup. This—Samwell, the team, the Haus—was supposed to be just a detour, but now it feels more like a destination he failed to realize he’s already reached.(Or: Jack signs with the Falconers, graduates, and leaves. It's the hardest thing he's ever done. What comes after is even harder.) | Don’t get too excited; this isn’t finished. A podfic of probably the best-known, most-recced fic in OMGCP fandom. Striking for its use of metatext woven into the story, this is one of several early longform Jack/Bitty fics that posits that maybe Jack has a lot more development to undergo before he can really, truly, be okay--or be okay enough to be with Bitty? To be honest, this story strikes me now as too long, but the parts in it that work are effective beyond that which fanfic demands. Meanwhile, this audio version only covers six chapters, but it’s so slick, so well-realized, so true to the story. Podfic as art.
my own dear friends | Ever since the day he met Jack Zimmermann, Shitty has seen it as his solemn duty to aggressively love him. (He just didn't know how aggressive the love Jack needed would be.) | There’s previous little Jack/Shitty in this fandom and a lot less quality BDSM,
the city’s ours until the fall | Kent has been, historically, good at this—forgetting about things until suddenly he doesn’t, and then it’s like the scar has never been there in the first place, just the wound. (Or: Kent Parson lets himself be happy, after all this time.) | I’ve never read this fic and I never will. I cannot imagine how, no matter how good it is, it could compare to the version that lives in my head, with Kent’s voice so totally realized. Vocal fry and pathos, a languid energy that I still think about when I think about Parse.
the model home | It’s going to be better, and that’s great, but sometimes Jack thinks, why can’t it be good right now? | j/k j/k, this is a self-reminder to finally one day review this.
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Star Wars: Visions thoughts and discussion
Been on a bit of a Star Wars binge lately. Getting ready for the Book of Fett and the return of The Mandalorian soon, just finished playing the Jedi: Fallen Order game, and recently "Star Wars: Visions" dropped on Disney+ (not to be confused with the, like, half-dozen other Star Wars properties that use "Visions" as their title). If you've got the streaming service and haven't watched the series yet, I can honestly suggest you should do so. The whole thing is a series of very short episodes and is entirely non-canon to the setting, so you don't even need a hard understanding of Star Wars to enjoy it.
In fact, it's actually better if you don't know anything about Star Wars going in. Spoilers and brief episode discussion after the jump.
Episode 1: The Duel
As soon as I saw a lightsaber umbrella and a R2 droid in a hat, I knew this one was going to be a must-watch.
I REPEAT. LIGHTSABER. UMBRELLA.
Solid kick-off for the short series. Dig the aesthetic, dig the classic samurai vibe (even if it's more of an homage than a direct application of the style), dig the simple story. The particular animation style they chose here was a little wonky but I quickly got used to the visuals and loved a bunch of the design choices too much to care. This one was very action/style-focused and clearly chosen as the leading episode for that reason, which I don't fault them at all for.
Episode 2: Tatooine Rhapsody
I'm sorry, I don't recall giving Star Wars permission to be this fucking adorable, how dare you.
The tale of a Padawan survivor of Order 66 who makes a new life for himself not with the power of the Force, but with the power of Rock and Roll and Friendship. Bitchin'. Super adorable, semi-chibi art style that's honestly ringing, like, a dozen different bells in my head for trying to figure out all the different styles it's drawing from. Good fun, if a bit bland in the end. The biggest problem is the music. The story relies on "using music to save the day", which is fine. But when you use that trope you need an absolutely face-melting banger of a performance, which this just doesn't have. An enjoyable entry all the same though. Not bad, not great, cute designs; the quirky story of how Jabba the Hutt got a new slave band to play at his den.
Episode 3: The Twins
This entire episode is animated by the team who brought us Kill la Kill and that should really tell you everything you need to know.
You know how if you get a bunch of little kids together, they'll start playing make-believe games where they just invent stories and plot twists and super powers like "I have whatever you can do, but infinity plus 1 better!" shit like that? That's what this short is. It has only the vaguest allusions to the setting proper and immediately hurls every semblance of consistency, logic, and sense out the window with both hands. It is 1,000,000% style over substance.
Okay, y'know what, no, that's not enough to describe the utter insanity this episode is. All I can find online is pictures of the main villain character pulling a General Grievous impression or the protag snaring lightsaber whips on his lightsaber, but that is fucking tiddlywinks compared to where this episode goes.
There is a scene in this short where the protag, who is ghost-riding the hood of his X-Wing upside down in space without a space suit, super-charges his lightsaber into a giant rainbow of FUCK YOU GEORGE LUCAS with the power of familial love and fabulousness, using said rainbow super saber to CUT AN ENTIRE STAR DESTROYER IN HALF WHILE ACCELERATING TO HYPERSPEED, all to save his twin sister's life by making her explode in a somehow non-harmful manner.
This short is utterly nonsensical drivel and yes I would like more right the fuck now, please and thank you.
Episode 4: The Village Bride
Wait, we're actually trying to tell a reasonable story in this series? Sorry, I was still on a sugar high from the previous episode. Lemme sit down.
The Village Bride is great. Excellent short that's just dripping with atmosphere and a slow, purposeful pace to its writing. It's short and sweet with little focus on the Force-using characters themselves, which actually serves to its credit. Even in the Star Wars universe, the Ainu people can't catch a fucking break. Easily one of my favorites in the whole run.
Episode 5: The Ninth Jedi
The fact that two characters in this short have Sasuke's haircut was extremely distracting. But I actually really enjoyed this entry overall.
Despite playing extremely loose with the established lore around how lightsabers work, this episode over all others really embraces the original setting and tells a slow-burn story about the potential revival of the Jedi Order. A little meandering at times, but it's a solid piece and well worth exploring. Of all the shorts in the series, this one has the greatest potential to actually continue on as a standalone series or be folded into the canon franchise. Main protag is an adorable bean and I love her.
Episode 6: T0-B1
This episode is simultaneously a love letter to Astro Boy and a giant middle finger to Star Wars lore purists.
The tale of an imaginative Droid named T0-B1 who dreams of becoming a hero like the Jedi he's heard so many stories of. This short gets extra credit for being so unyieldingly stylish and charming. On the surface of its presentation and story choices it seems like it doesn't know anything about Star Wars lore, but it's actually packed full of some pretty deep cuts that show the folk behind it do know what they're talking about and just don't fucking care what purists have to say. The entire thing is just "Yeah, I'm ignoring your lore, but I'm doing it in a fun way that makes the setting more interesting, and I'm so genuine about it that you can't be mad at me". I can respect that. Plus the old dude in that screenshot is an armless Jedi who's retired to be a botanist and that's just fucking cool.
Episode 7: The Elder
I'm Episode 1, but better.
This one. This shit right here. This is the good shit.
I'm sure y'all have heard before that Star Wars is directly inspired by Kurosawa and samurai films in general, but The Elder really digs into that hard. Where Episode 1 styles itself after a samurai tale, Episode 7 is a samurai tale. Subdued, methodical storytelling, slow-burn pace, charming dialogue amid believable characters, and a truly intimidating villain who provokes a brief but striking duel. This is my vibe. I crave more of this. Far and away the best short of the entire series.
Episode 8: Lop and Ocho
Oh for fuck's sake, there's going to be so much porn of this bunny girl character, isn't there?
This entry is another that kind of meanders with the story it's trying to tell and plays very loose with the lore. It reimagines a lot of what we know of the Jedi/The Rebels and Sith/The Empire into a feudal faction-based conflict akin to what you'd see in a period samurai drama. Modernization and callous industry crushing the spirit of the people and breaking apart families. A decent work overall, but nothing really all that impressive in the end. It takes too long to get going and then peters out halfway through its pay-off for some reason.
Episode 9: Akakiri
The fact that I had to look up this episode's name and scenes online and still could not remember anything about it should tell you a lot.
The series ends on a downer with the dramatic tale of a fallen Jedi who sacrifices himself and succumbs to the Dark Side. Turning evil for... the greater good? Wha? Had some pretty neat visuals, but I genuinely cannot remember a damn thing about this episode or its characters. Big swing and a miss in terms of impact.
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“Red Lights and a Suit” Kirishima x ENBY Reader // SFW COMFORT FIC
Hey Guys!! This is my first fic- I quite literally wrote it for my partner but if you want some of that comfort Kiri love, THEN COME GET YA’LL JUICE LMAOO
Description: After recieving news at school pertaining to a school dance, Kiri helps lift your spirits.
Pairing: Non-Binary reader x Eijiro Kirishima
Word Count: 2279
Includes: Loving relationship, affection, pet names, hugs, and appreciation.
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"Grab my hand and keep your eyes closed tight, I don't want the surprised spoiled!".
Hesitantly, you grab a shaken Eiji as he steers your blind eye somewhere you've never experienced but, it feels familiar... somehow, but how? Two steps turned into four, four into six, six into nine, and so on.
"Okay- one more step... watch out for the step.. another... a third- OKAY! Open.".
You want to see wants behind these hands but your brain is having trouble communicating with your bones. You're not nervous but... envious, in ways. Finally, after your self-to-self speech, your hands lower to come in contact with a foggy image of-
{BEEEEEP}
"SHIT-" That was all that could leave your lips... well, there was also FUCK, DAMN, ASS, and your personal "I've been awakened into a frightened state" favorite- CUNT!
You turn over to your phone to finally shut off the constant ringing of your most recent anime binge watch's opening credits song- not your favorite- your most recent.
After, the all too familiar urge of procrastination, you finally manage to shut off the CORRECT alarm this time. Even so, shutting off an alarm has never had many benefits besides reducing the antagonizing screech of above the volume music... however, until now, you have never been greeted by a sleeping Kirishima on your screen behind the alarm window.
That's right... we fell asleep on Facetime together.
You're not surprised that eventually, you'd have these moments- you find the idea of him next to you somewhat comforting.
His blood red-like hair falling onto his pillow has always been a pretty sight to you. His pointed teeth exposed to you, no one knows what he dreams, as he tends to forget but- the way he smiles, even in sleep... No, especially in his sleep, is behind adorable.
You could see from the angle of the phone he had his red LED lights on the highest setting, (typical, was your immediate thought), he has self-drawn art of him in his Red Riot costume with "MANLY" written in comically large lettering under, above, or to the sides of each portrait, this is too cute.
Eiji mentioned last night that he sleeps without a shirt on, he decided to give you this information the moment you started to dose off. Fortunately, waking up before him grants you the pleasure of finally witnessing his rock-hard exterior (I'm so sorry.).
{BEEEEEEEEEP}
"CUNT-" told you. Once again you mistake snooze for the off option. You pick your phone up off the carpet, after launching it several feet in the air. Luckily, your side of the facetime's audio is off and Eiji didn't hear the exaggerated explosion of sounds.
Picking your phone up off the ground which was disconnected from your charger immediately, makes your gut sink deep into your ass, your brain catches up to what you're seeing and pushes your body to practically fly into the bathroom seeing as you only have 40 minutes to get ready now.
That seems like plenty of time if you would have actually showered the night before. Rushing back into your room for your towel, you place Kiri on the sink's counter.
Starting up the shower was a difficult task when you're removing your clothes at the same time, you eventually set it to the right temperature and successfully remove your oversized hoodie with boxer briefs underneath with ease.
After washing your body, you manage to carefully launch yourself back into your room to moisturize and get dressed- you place Kiri on your dresser with a view of you after putting on your underwear.
"Well- aren't you glowing Bubbles?". That humbled cockiness in a person's tone can only come from one person and only this person can make you jump out of your skin in excitement. You turn to face him putting on his shirt because, unlike you, he takes a shower the night before to avoid a rush.
"fuc- don't scare me like that Red!". You definitely miscalculated the emotion there because that was NOT fear, it was a sentiment of emotions on how what he said made you feel inside. Nearly dropping to your knees you tighten up your composure and continue with your routine.
"Sorry babes, you do look unbelievable this morning though." Blushing was definitely out of the question, ain't nothing burning through that melanin babes. Instead, your stomach burns in butterflies as you muster up the words...
"You missed a button on your shirt, Red.". Cool, that was cool.
No, it wasn't.
You can see he wants to make another remark but you notice the new arrangement of numbers on your clock.
[7:27 AM]
Eiji notices your expressions and the faster tempo in your steps as you go from rushing to being quicker than the speed of light. As you reach the door you hear Kiri clear his throat in a way to tell you about the one thing you forgot... HIM! Nearly, slipping under your bed you grab your phone in one swift motion and bolt downstairs.
You don't have time to eat the breakfast your parents teamed up to make so you grab toast and a Capri Sun, hug your parents, pet Rubble; your St. Benard, and bolt for the door.
You hear Kiri's radio in his car blare indistinctive lyrics from his favorite genre "Rock-N-Roll" (I'm so sorry.). You finally start to make your way to school where you pass the place you and Kiri had your first date.
As you ponder the thought of the first time you ever saw him cry, the moment you saw him smile, and the day he said he's his happiest with you casts an unbreakable spell around you. A spell you would never want an antidote for.
After a handful of minutes, you pull into the parking lot across the street from the UA entrance and began the new day. You walk past your classmates greeted with the usual "Hey, Y/N!". From Shoji, "HEY KISSES!". From the always bubbly Uraraka, "Alright boo, heyyy- AH, mwah!" from your favorite person in this school (besides Red of course) Mina.
Speaking of favorite people...
"Guess who?" A pair of hands appear over your eyes and an obviously forced high pitched voice lets you know exactly who it is.
"Hmm... Koda!"
"YE- wait, huh?" Kiri stands there confused arms unraveled from you. You turn with a gigantic smirk plastered across your face, eyes slanted, with defined smile lines signifying your humorous poke at him.
"Oh- haha, laugh out loud- super manly of you." You can hear his sarcasm bursting through his lips. You quickly place your arms around his waist giving him the tightest squeeze letting him know without words how much you miss him. Almost as if without any effort, he grabs you and lifts you into the air, wrapping your legs around him you give him an even tighter hug.
This day, like most, was pretty uneventful so, you zone out... as usual. When you finally come to, you find yourself wrapped around Ojiro's tail, who doesn't mind the immense affection. After your third class period, you meet up with your friends in the cafeteria.
Like any other day, you offer to pay for Uraraka who happily accepts; even when she has enough for a meal you still insist. I mean- why not? Kiri always has your bill.
[2:38 PM]
We finally reach last period and the class president Tenya, announces the school's annual Sadie Hawkins dance. [Brief Sadie Hawkins dance explanation: A dance in a tradition where the girl asks the boy out.]
"Well- what are Y/N and Eijiro going to do?" huh.
"How is Y/N going to ask out Eijiro- they're not a girl therefore how will they find a date to go?" Stupidity graced this one early but, embarrassment graced you immediately.
You couldn't form your words properly to explain or defend, you could only leave. Eiji tries to come after you but you signal him to stay there.
"You're such a douche you know that, right?" Kiri says dropping his almost permanent grin.
"LANGUAGE!" Iida screeches while flapping his limbs completely missing his faults.
[8:13 PM]
You sit in your room foolishly stumped by Iida's uncalled for questions. It doesn't make sense, honestly, you would never let Iida's "no thoughts, just speak" way of speech get to you.
You pause your binge of "Criminal Minds" to go down to the kitchen for a quick snack when you see a bright flare of red pass by your kitchen window wrapping around to the front of your house.
Your immediate thought is that this must be a police car making its way to a crime scene- being a hero in training gave you the instinct of potential bad around every corner. So, this was not a threat nor surprise to you.
{My Red Riot❤️ one (1) new message}
You were wondering where he's been all day. You haven't spoken to him all day, you even tried texting him, and you were left on read by red (I'm sorry once again.) with no response. You are curious as to what he has to say though.
{My Red Riot❤️ : Come outside.}
I won't say I'm nervous but I am definitely confused. I make my way to the front door and take a deep breath while turning the knob...
"Hey, Bubbles." standing there in a grey suit with a red tie, red handkerchief in the left chest pocket, maroon shoes accompanied by burgundy calf socks, and a rose pinned to his suit to top it all off next to his Jeep Wrangler with modified red headlights was your Red Riot.
"We don't need a school dance to strengthen our relationship when we have each other to look at and each other to embrace- I promise to never have this become a rocky relationship..."
You chuckle at the very thought-provoking joke. "... I love you Bubbles." How could anyone be so lucky? You can feel the tears forming already as he walks towards you.
Lifting your chin up to face him he asks you one question...
"Can I kiss you?". You meet his eyes, you feel equal.
"Yes- Of course, you can Red...". He lifts your face up higher and your lips meet he has just confirmed that you are equal- more than partners, but lovers.
You don't know where to put your arms, what to think, or what to feel but it doesn't matter. You feel safe, you feel protected, you are loved.
You pull apart from each other for a moment before getting another quick peck before a grin paints his face, it resembles The Cheshire Cat's smug grin. You don't know whether to be comforted or genuinely terrified by the devilish stare.
"Well- aren't ya gonna get dressed?"
"For?". What has he planned?
"For our Sadie Hawkins- Bubbles, DUH!"
"Oh- I mean, um, YES; of course! Our Sadie Hawkins!". You don't know what he's talking about but, You trust what he does. You rush back inside to my room... time to do the damn thing.
After a while of searching for combinations, You walked out the front door in a black turtleneck, burgundy blazer with black buttons and lining, matching dress pants, and black Doc Martens for footwear to a stunned Kiri.
"Wow- you look... stunning, Y/N." You haven't heard him say my name since we started dating, it's such a genuine feeling. Kiri pauses and rushes back to the car, in a hurry he returns with a small box... this isn't a- right?
Kiri falls to his knee and lifts up the box to a petunia corsage that he slides onto your wrist, completing your look. He picks you up and carries you towards the car door where he reaches out his right arm to open it and places you inside with his left.
The car ride is smooth, no bums in the road and if there were you didn't notice- you could only pay attention to Kiri's presence. You feel a breeze sweep your hand and look down to Red's hand comfortably resting on yours.
He's warm and his hand is incredibly soft definitely the opposite of his Unbreakable form. Being with him in this car feels almost sheltering to you, like a second home of love.
While you were off daydreaming, the car stopped in front of Kiri's house. Your door opens to fully red Kirishima, clearly embarrassed by his blush, you don't react to it much. A sharp feeling strikes your brain as soon as his hand gently grasps yours... you've lived this before.
"Grab my hand and keep your eyes closed tight, I don't want the surprised spoiled!".
Right- your quirk of future vision. It feels dreamlike but as soon as it's put into motion you can pinpoint everything that'll occur after the first stage, it helps with catching villains in the act of their crimes.
"Okay- one more step... watch out for the step.. another... a third- OKAY! Open.".
You let down our hands to a bundle of streamers, lights, and a painted canvas of you and Kiri with a message written on the bottom of it "RED RIOT'S REASON TO RIOT". You don't even give yourself time to process before leaping into his arms with a kiss, you both fall back onto his lawn where you spontaneously combust into laughter.
This night has been the greatest you've ever had- he knew your favorite movies to watch, shows to binge, and music to dance to the entire night. He knows you.
"I love you, Red."
"I love you, Bubbles."
⬇️PLAYLIST BASED ON FIC⬇️
#kirishima eijirou#kirishima#bnha#myhero#my hero academia#boku no hero fanfic#my hero academy fanfiction#enby#nonbinary
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his is the 3rd time I'm trying to send this ask because my internet connection is terrible, so I'm sorry if I accidentaly spammed your inbox jsdjjdjsj For the ask: Optimus?
HI SO BEFORE I ANSWER I JUS WANNA SAY I ALSO TRIED TO SEND YOU AN ASK BUT IT WONT LET ME ASJSAJ O///O’’ I wonder why,,,,but dw you didn’t spam my askbox :DD (And if you had, it would still be ok :3)
Anyway!! Oki <3 (I’m going to assume you mean TFP Optimus so that be who I’m referring to~ OwO)
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-Favorite thing about them:
EVERYTHING. Listen, call me a basic shameless Optimus stan but jsdjkdsfk he makes me want to cry I love him so much,,,,his personality, his design, his voice, the way he is actually such a dork,,,,aaaaa but if I had to pick my absolute favorite thing....it would probably be his beautiful eyes ^//w//^ I could just,,,stare at them forever,,,,💙💙✨
-Least favorite thing about them:
This is a hard one, considering that there’s kind of,,,nothing,,,,but if I had to think of something....I guess I’ll just have to default to how I wish he hadn’t been so faultltessly composed most of the time,,,like I know he doesn’t stay for that party “Because he’s a Prime” as the other bots imply, and I wish he had been given a chance to open up and showcase the other sides of him, his emotions, his feelings rather than the way he clearly bottled it all up.
Actually, I don’t know if this is something that is his fault rather than it is a fault in the way he was written.
Idk if that makes sense but basically I worry for my boi and I hope he’s ok because he puts up with a lot of stuff and keeps his cool and with the way he was as Orion Pax before....I don’t think all of it is just “okay” with him...but the problem is...he isn’t given a chance to let it out...and people thus write him off as boring, stoic, emotionless, etc.
It’s really not his fault, he’s just clearly not good at expressing himself...
-Favorite line:
OHHHHH OK OK WAIT I NEED TO PICK JUST ONE OHHKAY,,,,,,, *struggles*
I,,,,have so many O//O’’
Well, I’m gonna say my favorite 3 (in no particular order ^^’’) are:
1.) “Do not believe everything you read.”
2.) “I am but a soldier, Megatron; and you are a prisoner of your own twisted delusions!!”
3.) “But, I will bring you back a...snowball.”
:))
-Random headcanon:
Aside from the one I had about the music, Optimus is a decent artist. He doesn’t get much time like,,,ever,,,to work on anything, but from time to time, he’ll sketch something. It was a passtime he occasionally engaged in back on Cybertron; art was a course he took for a while during his studies at Iacon. He’s really really shy about it, but he once showed Miko one of his old files he kept from all those years ago, a painting of Cybertron.
Idk,,,I just see him being a sort of artist but more of a side interest and hobby of his...that he almost never gets to engage in or talk about...
^//^’’ 💗💘💖✨
-Unpopular opinion:
Well I’m not sure this is popular or unpopular but idk if I really liked the S3 body they gave him,,,like his face was still his face and I was happy bout that but HE WAS SO HUGE O///O That’s not really a bad thing, it was just,,,different,,,and he felt more stiff and just,,,,I just missed the old design a lot,,,,but again that’s not to say it was bad! Because it was not! I wanna be clear that I do still like the design somewhat. For the purpose of season 3, it fit...and the jetpack was pretty darn cool >:D
So basically, S1/2 design > S3.
(And there was a concept art I saw once I think,,,with the original ideas for the upgrade body and I’m like??? Y’all??? That one was so nice??? Why didn’t you go with that one,,,😭💔)
-Song i associate with them:
Hmmmm.....I have three right now. Clocks (Coldplay), She (Indigo La End), Finale (Madeon)
-Favorite picture of them:
Can I put every single moment he was onscreen
So my favorites are:
-His face after Ratchet says ‘isn’t having three humans here ENOUGH?!’
-All the cute, innocent expressions he makes while his memories are lost.
-That one shot where he does like a swing-kick thing and tho it passes clean over Megatron ITS STILL EPIC LIKE YOO LOOK AT HIM GOO >//w//<
-Or these:
IN FREAKING CONCLUSION I LOVE HIM <33
#THIS WAS SO LONG#IM SO SORRY#ANYWAY#THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME DO THIS#<3#As you can tell I really love him so#:D#optimus#optimus prime#tfp#transformers prime#transformers#asks#character ask meme#uwu#fangirling
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Hi there, me again, if I read the rules correctlyyou said we could do a separate ask for a separate game. If I read incorrectlyplease just ignore this, if not if my first ask wasn't to much I'd love to ask for an ikerev matchup as well! I'm bi, female (she/her) sagittarius sun, virgo rising, libra moon, ENFT. I'm 5'2, chubby/curvy w/ great boobs, I have longer brunette hair w/ peekaboo highlights (they've been every color, but currently pink), brown eyes, glasses/contacts, 7 piercings & 26 tattoos. I'm very empathetic (sometimes to a fault) and have sever anxiety and depression. It takes me awhile to warm up around new people and be myself. I often feel intimidated in big social settings, such as parties, and often use alcohol for some liquid courage to help me let loose and be me in those situations. I've suffered some emotional and mental abuse at the hands of a step parent which has left me with some trauma and triggers; people raising their voice at me or making quick movements toward me or in my direction usually result in me crying and secluding myself for awhile. Oh and I have daddy issues, thanks absent father. That said I also don't do great with authority, I hate being told what to do, and I hate being told no. I can put up with a lot of shit, but eventually it usually becomes a 'straw that broke the camels back' situation and I fly off the handle and then break down. I am also extremely generous and do all I can to help my friends and family when they need it. I have some self confidence issues from weight gain, and I usually feel my best when I'm dolled up with my makeup on and hair done, usually with a dress and heels. I'm a Ravenclaw thats hates to read, but I love learning & know tons of trivia; like I know so many random facts about so many things from history, to movies, to graveyards, and much more. I often correct people on things, which some perceive as me belittling them, but its never my intention I'm just trying to share my knowledge and trying to help them. I am very creative I love crafting; resin art, macrame, cross stich, those are just some of my favorite things to do art wise, I also enjoy coloring books. I love to laugh and think I'm pretty funny, I usually have a dark sense of humor, if you don't like humor we won't vibe together, and if you can't make me laugh we will not be a good relationship match. I like to go to the bar and do karaoke, it's one thing I've learned I'mvery good at. It took me about 2 years, but I've since learned to be confident with my singing and now its one of my favorite things to do. I drink, obviously, gin and tonic is my favorite. I also smoke, I love my hookah, and I've had my medical card for about a year and it's done wonders for my insomnia and cramps. For about 2 years I've been getting severe cramps and stomach pains, and after 5 er trips in a month they didn't find anything, its still a mystery but at least the bud helps the pain. l'm very into the witchy aesthetic; my style is either very Stevie Nicks, pinup, or 2009 emo/scene depending on the day. I collect animal skulls and bone, taxidermy, crystals, and plants; I also practice the craft & love to make spell jars for people. I love tarot and really enjoy doing it. I live for Halloween & enjoy all things macabre! My favorite show is That 70's Show and if I could live in a replica of the Forman's house that would be my dream. I am also very sex positive and rather adventurous in bed. I'm a brat and a voyeur, I'll get down with just about anything. My love language is giving and receiving gifts. I put alot of thought into holidays like Christmas, I plan months in advance to make sure I get everyone the perfect gift; but I also will sometimes see something that just reminds me of someone and have to get it for them. That is all I can think of right now to add about myself. I'd love 4 and/or 10 for the prompt part. And again thank you for doing these, I'm such a ho for them, and again I'm sorry its long.
I match you with
Edgar!
Thank you so much for requesting 🥰🥰! I’m sorry this took so long, but here it is! I hope you enjoy it ❤️! I Hope you don’t mind the sprinkle of angst in the second ask.😅
I was thinking Ray at first, but I ended up going with Mr smooth, since Ray is too predictable after Nap.
Edgar is known among the red army officers as the person who will make you feel safe, especially during your first encounters with them, before you find out they’re all dorks. What he doesn’t expect is how at home he feels when the two of you are together. He never feels like he’s being judged when he’s around you and he lets himself go, despite the indoctrination by Claudius that he should always keep people at a distance to avoid being viewed as weak.
Not long after the two of you met, he decides to take you out along with Kyle for a drink, to help you get more accustomed to Cradle and its people. When you realize how much Kyle loves to drink, you follow suite, the two of you very quickly getting tipsy. Edgar laughs at the two of you for a bit, happy to see a new side of you as you allow yourself to grow more comfortable with them. Eventually he leads the two of you outside of the pub and arranges for a carriage to take you all back to headquarters, trying his hardest to tame the both of you.
He absolutely loves it when you sing to him, especially after a particularly hard day of work. He relaxes at the sound of your voice, often drifting off. It touches him more than he would like to admit when he finds you’re still there when he wakes up.
You are a light in his life and he wants to give back in kind, often dedicating his days off entirely to you. He loves giving you gifts, or surprising you with a romantic dinner to show his appreciation to you, for being there and understanding him.
While he doesn’t have the creativity to participate in most of your hobbies, he loves to watch you do it. The amount of passion you show for your art, the way your eyes light up when you’re working, is a picture perfect moment that he could look at for hours.
Prompt 4: Meet cute:
You couldn’t stop fidgeting as you stood outside the Red Army Headquarters, waiting for Kyle to fetch someone to help you. After you told him about burglars breaking into your house he insisted he get one of the officers to help you, despite you doubts. It was hard not to worry as you considered the prospect of having to turn to Jonah for help, knowing how hard he could be to communicate with, capable officer or not.
When Kyle finally emerged, it wasn’t Jonah walking next to him, but a man you didn’t recognize.
“Sorry for the wait. He’s not easy to find.” The man stood a few heads higher than you but his softer features and aura helped to make him quite welcoming. You begun to relax at his presence, wondering if he was as smooth as he seemed.
“Edgar Bright, at your service.” He offered you a gloved hand, a soft smile playing on his lips. His grip was soft but secure. He was smooth.
“Kyle filled me on the details but I’ll need a statement from you as well.” You tensed up, the idea of an interrogation being especially daunting considering you didn’t know much more than they did.
“No need to worry, it’s simply protocol. You can trust we will find whoever did this without any turbulence.” There was something very reassuring about him. Something that makes you think everything will be all right.
“Thank you.”
The two of you left Kyle behind, retreating to Edar’s room to discuss the details of the investigation. After he poured two cups of tea he took the seat opposite you, as if the two of you were about to chat about the weather.
“Could you give me the details of what happened? It would be very helpful to hear it straight from the source.” You took a sip before starting with your statement, hoping to calm your nerves.
“I don’t know much more than you do. I was out for work most of the day and when I came back the place was a mess and many valuables were missing.” he seemed to have switched to work mode, completely focused on you.
“What time did you leave for work that day? And when did you return” he scribbled down on a piece of paper, his hand practically moving on its own.
“I left around 8 and came back around 6, I think.” When he put the pen down his attitude returned to relaxed gentleman status.
“I will start with asking the people who might have been present at the scene. I’ll get back to you once I’ve made some progress.” The conversation was over but you found it hard to leave. It didn’t feel right letting one man do the investigation on his own, despite it being his job. It was your house that had been rambled after all.
“I want to help as well. I know my way around the area, I can get in touch with some people.” His eyes widened, seemingly taken aback for the first time that day. He quickly composed himself, smiling again. You noticed something different about it now. Something in his expression told you he was more interested than before.
“I wouldn’t say no to a lady.” You smiled for the first time after the incident.
“Let’s get going then.”
Prompt 10: Admission Of Feelings.
You continued working on the investigation for the next few weeks, the two of you growing closer by the day.
“There don’t seem to be any witnesses, but it’s unlikely no one was present. The break in happened in the middle of the day.” He rested his head on his chin, not touching the parfait sitting in front of him.
“Maybe they were there but didn’t notice anything. It’s not hard for a professional to pick a lock discreetly.” They two of you sat in silence for some time, both lost in your own theories of what happened that day.
He must have realized your worries, turning on his comfort face.
“We’ll find them. Don’t worry.” Usually you found his words comforting, but you couldn’t keep the frustration from your voice when you looked up at him.
“Realistically speaking, it’s probably not going to happen. They made a clean escape and left nothing behind. You don’t need to baby me, I can put two and two together.” Despite the harshness of your tone, you found him smiling, after the initial surprise wore off.
“You never cease to amaze me.” He opened his mouth to say something, but the words never left him, his eyes turning to the window. He was up and out of the café before you could ask what he had seen.
“What the-“when you looked in the direction of the culprit, you shot up, following after him.
A man stood outside your door, seemingly fighting with the door. When he noticed the two of you approaching him, he dropped his bags, taking off before you could reach him.
“Stop!” Edgar run after him, his speed taking you by surprise, making it hard to catch up.
The man took a sudden turn, heading towards the narrow alleys of Central Quarter, giving you an important disadvantage in the chase.
Your legs ached and your heart was threatening to burst out of your chest. When you thought you couldn’t keep going, you rounded a corner to find Edgar, sitting on top of the man, pinning him in place. If he was tired from the chase, it didn’t show.
“I suppose I don’t need to ask if it was you who broke in a few weeks ago?” his gaze was cold and his grip was tight on the man’s shoulders.
“I- I just- I-it wasn’t me!” Edgar ignored him, turning towards you. Something flickered in his eyes, but loud footsteps coming your way didn’t let him act on whatever it was.
“The Jack? Sir, what happened? We heard the commotion and came to investigate.” A handful of Red Army soldiers stood in front of you, their eyes switching between Edgar and the man under him.
“Take this man back to headquarters. I will interrogate him later.” Edgar pulled the man up, pinning his hands behind his back.
“Yes sir!” when the men led the thief away there was silence. Edgar’ kept his head low, not looking you in the eye as he tried to calm his breathing, the adrenaline of the chase slowly fading away. You knew you should be happy the man had been caught, but something was wrong in the atmosphere. You weren’t sure if you should speak up, or let him ride whatever it was out. He didn’t give you time to think on it, finally walking toward you. His hands were shaking when he reached out to touch your shoulders, a mixture of frustration and worry in his eyes.
“You…. Why…” you weren’t sure what to say, so you put your arms around him instead, hoping it would offer him some comfort. You stayed like that for some time, until his hands stopped shaking.
“I didn’t want you to see me like this.” His words were muffled by the fabric of your shirt. When he lifted his head again, something inside him seemed to snap.
“You shouldn’t have followed me. What if something happened? You could have gotten hurt.” He looked away, his eyes shut tight. You wondered what image was going through his head to cause him so much pain. You cupped his face, forcing him to face you.
“Edgar, look at me.” And he did. The sight of you seemed to calm him down.
“Nothing’s going to happen to me. I’m right here.” It took some time for the words to register, but when they did his face moved closer to you. You encouraged him, pulling him closer, your lips connected in a brief kiss. When he pulled away he took a step back, as if scared he had hurt you.
“I-I’m sorry.” You moved closer, smiling up at him.
“There’s nothing to apologize for. Except maybe pulling away.” You laughed. When he realized you might feel the same way he took your hands in his.
“You’re an amazing woman.” He paused to gather his breath before meeting your gaze again.
“If the thought wouldn’t be appalling, could I see more of you, outside of work?” you couldn’t keep the laughter inside.
“Appalling? Edgar, do you think I would kiss someone I find appalling?” you pulled him back in, hoping to get your point across.
“I’ll never get enough of this.” His smile was brighter than you’d ever seen it.
“I’ll hold you to that. Because we’re just getting started.” The moon was bright above you as you laughed, your happiness overflowing.
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Hihi! 💕💕 Im back. Sorry its so late!! But here we are... Sobbe friends to lovers fake dating au. I hope you like it and please let me know what you think. (ao3 link on the title)
Ch 2 // Ch 3
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"The things i do for you. "
Chapter 1:
“I need your help,” Robbe says at my back while I draw for one of my last projects.
“With?” I ask after Robbe didn’t say anything more.
I hear him take a deep breath, and normally I would stop what I’m doing and would look at him, but I’m really late with my work, and I can’t make any free time for Robbe.
“You know that I have this huge crush on my best friend, right?” He asks, and I think for a moment.
I don’t know Robbe’s friends that well. I saw them once or twice on his birthdays, but they all seem like assholes to me, so I never pay enough attention to them. So… Robbe’s friends… There was Yasmina, the only one I do remember because she was always kind, she actually listened to Robbe, then there was the curly blond. What was his name? Arnold? No, but I’m sure it was with an A. Well, it doesn’t matter, he wasn’t Robbe’s best friend. There was Moyo, the worst of all of them. And then.. the tall one, dark hair. Mmm... Oh yes!
“Jens..” I finally say, changing the color of my pencil.
“Yes! Him.. well, the other day he told he is bi,” Robbe says, and at that, I freeze a little bit. Is he going to tell me that they are together?
“Okay.. so?” That’s right. Act chill, Sander, you can do this. Thank God I wasn’t looking at him, or I will be puking.
“So... I tried to tell him about my crush for him, but I freaked out and ended up lying to him,” Robbe explains in a rush I barely got what he said.
“Mm.. doesn’t sound good, but I think if he really is your best friend, go and explain it to him. Jens will understand.” He needs my advice, so I try my best. It wasn’t his fault that I am in love with him since forever.
“Yes, well, that’s the problem. I told Jens about my crush, but I told him it was you.” Robbe’s words were like someone just threw a big cold cube of water to me.
“Oh.” I manage to say.
“Yeah, and know what? He just looked at me and said, ‘i already knew that Robbe’” Okay, time to face my gorgeous devil.
I let my pencil on the table and turn my chair to look at him. Robbe is lying on my bed, all curl up in the blankets. So adorable.
“What does that mean?” I ask him when he kept silent.
“I don’t know! But i... I freaked out more, and I may or may not have told him that we are together.” He says without looking at my eyes.
“You did what?” I ask again, hoping I just had dreamed what he just said.
“I know, I know. I’m sorry. Im so sorry, Sander.” Robbe apologizes and looks at me with his cute shy eyes.
“It’s fine.” I find myself saying. “just text him, meet up and tell him the truth.”
He frowns, “I don’t think that a good idea.”
“I think its the only idea,” I say, frowning too. What is he thinking now?
“No, but the thing is that when I told him about us, he made this wried face.” Robbe tries to imitate it, but if you ask me, I don’t have any idea of what could possibly be.
“A wried face?” I repeat waiting for him to explain it better.
“Yes, like he was jealous or something,” He finally says with heart eyes and all of that shit.
“Better for you then,” I say and try to come back to my art. But Robbe pulls the chair and sits on my lap, making me impossible to ignore him. And I can’t stop myself from hugging him.
“Can you help me?” He says, looking deep into my eyes.
“I thought I already did.” I try to play dumb like I didn’t have an idea of what he wants.
“No, I want you to pretend to be with me.” Yeep... that’s what I thought.
“No, no way,” There is no way I do this to me, to us.
“Please, Sander,” He says, getting closer to my face and pouting.
“No, Robbe, we won’t do that. If Jens is your friend and even more, if he is into you, the right thing to do is go there and tell him the truth.” I say, trying to convince him.
“But what if I am wrong? What if I ruin our friendship?” Robbe asks while he starts to play with my hair.
“That would mean Jens is a shitty friend,” I say like I didn’t think that already.
“Please, Sander! It would be just a few parties, and if he does seem jealous, I will tell him everything,” He says, and at this point, I am not sure if it wouldn’t be better if Jens also has a crush on him.
“And if he doesn’t?” I regret asking it the exact moment I see the spark of joy in Robbe’s eyes. He knows me too well. He knows that if he keeps pushing me a little more, he will win.
“Then we broke up, and I tell him that we decide that it’s better if we just still friends,” Robbe says like he had it all already planned. And knowing him, maybe he did.
“I don’t think this is a good idea.” I am loosing, and we both know it.
“Pleaseeeeee.” He begs.
“How are you going to find out if you are not even sure now?” I say, trying my last attempt to stop his craziness.
“You will, you are amazing reading people.” He answers, and I hate that I can not fight his logic.
“No, no, no, there’s a lot of things that could go wrong.” For example, me getting hurt and you getting with that Jens, boring as hell dude.
Robbe put his most adorable puppy eyes and join our noses.
“Pleaseeeeee... Sander, for me?” He whispers with his sweet baby voice. Aggh I can’t believe im gonna do this.
I close my eyes for a second before talking again “Okay just a few parties” Robbe’s face light up.
“Yees! Thank you, thank you. You are the best Sander.” He says while he kisses me all over my face. And I, like the dumb boy that I am, melt entirely because of it.
“Whatever.. but if after this we don’t get nothing we stop and you tell him the true okay?” I say firmly. A few parties won’t kill me, but if we do this for too long...
“Yes, I promise,” Robbe says seriously.
“Fine, now get out of my lap. I need to end my drawing.” I try to push him out, but he doesn’t move.
Robbe hides his face on my neck. “But you are so cozy” He mewls on my ear and gets even more curl up on me. And there’s no way I’m going to say no to him.
I sighed and take him by the hip. “God, the things I do for you. At least move to the side so I can use my hands.”
“Yaaay!” Robbe says and moves so I can free my hands.
We stay like this for at least an hour or two, with him sleeping on my lap while I finished my drawings. I hate how much easier it’s for me to concentrate when we are like this. I hate how his soft and slow breath against my skin relaxes my thoughts. How the weight on top of my body stops me from wanting to run. I usually don’t have problems with my art, but one thing was doing it for pleasure, and another was having all those projects in the same week. Having to uses techniques I don’t enjoy and have just days to finishes each one of them before starting the next one. All of that seems to disappear when Robbe sleeps on my lap while I work. And I hate that I love every second out of it.
How do we start? Well, we actually have known each other forever. I am two years older than him, but it isn’t like I can remember those moments. We used to be neighbors, and our moms have been friends since day one. Basically, I always have been in Robbe’s life, and he has always been in mine. So being affectionate or touchy was our everyday life. We are best friends, and I am in love with him. Since when? Since always. I genuinely believe he is my soulmate, but Robbe is as blind as he can. And I don’t blame him, I didn’t find out about my feeling until I was sixteen and he was fourteen.
It started the day he told me he was gay. He was telling me all about this boy he liked. I will never forget his name, Eliott, he was older like me, and Robbe had a massive crush on him. Maybe like the one he now has with Jens. To summarize, Robbe spent weeks telling me how good Eliott looked that day, how sweet Eliott was with him on their school break, and the list went on and on for weeks. And I hated Eliott every day a little more.
I hated him until one magic afternoon. We were just like this, with me painting while Robbe slept on my lap when I realized that I didn’t hate the poor boy. I was jealous, jealous as fuck that Robbe was pining over someone else. It didn’t shock me or perturbed me. In fact, I couldn’t feel better. It was like something had finally come into place on my mind, heart, and soul. In the end, Eliott moved to Paris, and Robbe forgot about his love for him. As for me, I decided not to say anything to him because of the fear of losing him. But that was a long time ago. Robbe is now eighteen, I am twenty, and I can’t remember how many time I tried to tell him how I feel. But he just doesn’t listen to me, or he doesn’t want to listen to me. I actually gave up, and I resigned myself to spending my whole life as just his best friend.
Maybe it was because of how we are around each other. Always so touchy and carefree. We sleep next to each other. We talk about everything, and when I say everything, I mean it. Yes, all the things that you are now thinking about? Yes, those things too. We spend weekends and holidays together, with only the two of us. When I moved to my studio, he practically moved with me. And yes, he… he sits on my lap or between my legs a lot. A lot meaning all the time we are together, and for Robbe, It never mattered if someone was around with us too. And for me? Well, I am not proud, but I will get whatever little love he is willing to give me. "
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Kisses 😘
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A3! Translation: Muku Sakisaka’s SSR [Mankai Birthday] - Prince Charming of August
translation under the cut.
Izumi: (Hmm mayonnaise, olive oil, veggies, white chocolate that Omi-kun asked for…)
(Okay, I got all of them! I should've checked what we have in the fridge sooner.)
(I have to hurry home and continue preparing for Muku-kun's birthday party tonight.)
Muku: Oh? Director-san?
Izumi: Oh, Muku-kun… What a coincidence. Wasn't today supposed to be school day?
Muku: Yep. I got too engrossed talking with my friend it's gotten late already.
Izumi: You're not with Yuki-kun today?
Muku: He said he had something to do so he went home first.
Izumi: Oh, okay. That's rare.
(I wonder if Yuki-kun is preparing something for Muku-kun's birthday party.)
Muku: Umm, Director-san, lemme carry your stuff!
Izumi: Huh?
Muku: It looks heavy. You must have bought a lot of things today.
Izumi: (Well, that's because this is all the stuff we need to celebrate your birthday.)
I appreciate your feelings, but this isn't as heavy as it looks.
Muku: Still, let me do it! Carrying a luggage is a man's duty. It has nothing to do with its weight.
Izumi: But you already carry a lot of stuff, Muku-kun. The paper bags in your hands seem much heavier than mine.
Muku: These are… the birthday presents I got from my schoolmates.
Izumi: Wow, aren't that nice!
Muku: Ehehe. They all are really kind and nice to a water flea like me.
Izumi: (Come to think of it, Muku-kun brought home a lot of chocolates on Valentine's Day.)
You sure are popular, Muku-kun…
Muku: W-What!? No, I'm not!
I'm far from being popular. Rather, I'd ended up getting taken in by crooked scouters' honeyed words when they told me I'd be popular.
I'm nothing but a seaweed that's buried behind the darkness of showbiz industry!
Izumi: For some reason your imagination is running wilder than usual today.
Muku: I'm, I'm sorry! I was just surprised when you said I'm popular.
Izumi: No need to be shy. You are loved by everyone, Muku-kun.
Muku: ...If that's so, it makes me so happy.
Izumi: By the way, what kind of presents did you get?
Muku: Umm…
--No. I know you're good at changing the subject, but I still won't let it slide!
Please let me carry your stuff!
Izumi: I've never intended to do that, though. But okay, I'll let you carry this veggies bag.
Muku: I'll make sure to carry this home!
Izumi: In that case, shall I bring your bags, Muku-kun?
Muku: You don't have to! Mine is not heavy at all.
Izumi: Oh, really?
Muku: Yep. It's just a mechanical pencil, clear folder, and a cute assortment of candies.
Izumi: Those are such pleasant presents. You can either use or eat them.
Muku: That's right.
But I also think it's such a waste to use or eat them.
Izumi: (Muku-kun is the type to treasure his presents. I wonder what kind of thing I should give to him.)
***
Izumi: We're back.
Whoa!?
Muku: W-what's that!? A handgun!? A pistol!? I've gotta protect Director-san!
No one is allowed to stand behind me or Director-san!
If you do, I'll open fire and this place will go boom! You all will be arrested!
Izumi: H-Hold on, Muku-kun--!?
Kazunari: Mukkun, you watch too much dramas!
Misumi: Triangle, triangle, bang bang bang!
Muku: Huh… g-guys?
Yuki: This is why I told you to quit it with the poppers and other classic stuff.
Tenma: Nobody assumed he'd be this surprised.
Izumi: So the voice just now was really party poppers.
Muku: S-Sorry! I mistook it for gunfire voice…
Yuki: People usually won't mistake it for such a thing.
Kazunari: Now, now. In any case, happy birthday, Mukkun!
Muku: Don't tell me this is the reason you popped the party poppers?
Kazunari: Of course! Before we celebrate your birthday with the others tonight, I figured Summer Troupe should surprise you first!
Misumi: Here's your present, Muku, a big triangular chocolate~!
Tenma: This is from me.
Muku: A mini bonsai?
Tenma: I didn't know today was your birthday. This is a makeshift goods.
Yuki: After getting all troubled over what to give for God knows how long, in the end you chose to go with bonsai…
Tenma: What did you say!?
Yuki: I've got a book cover for you; the size is just perfect for a shoujo manga. By the way, I've also embroidered your name on it.
Kazunari: Now it's time for the heavily favorite! My present is titled, "Mukkun's Fairytales Picture Book"! Yeaay☆
Izumi: Whoa, the cover is Muku-kun's portrait. Not to mention the art is done is shoujo manga-style and is high in quality!
Muku: ----.
Kazunari: Huh? Mukkun?
Yuki: He freezes.
Izumi: Good for you, Muku-kun. You got presents from everyone.
Muku: …*sobs*.
Kazunari: Whoa!?
Izumi: You're crying!?
Yuki: It's because of the bonsai…
Tenma: It's not my fault!
Misumi: Muku, do you want to use this triangular handkerchief? Are you crying because you're sad?
Muku: N-No… I'm crying because I'm so happy… I'm surprised.
Izumi: Oh my, so you're actually crying of joy. I'm glad.
Kazunari: Alright, let's do it again, then--.
Summer Troupe: Happy birthday!
Izumi: Happy birthday, Muku-kun!
Muku: Thank you so much, guys!
***
Izumi: (Hm? Muku-kun? What is he doing on the balcony?)
Muku: Oh, Director-san.
Izumi: The party was fun. You're not gonna go back to your room?
Muku: Yeah. I got too engrossed in this book once I started reading it.
Izumi: That's Kazunari-kun's present, isn't it? He said it's a picture book, but there's also a story in it?
Muku: Yes! It's amazing!
In this book that has me on the cover, I'm the prince!
Izumi: A prince?
Muku: Yep! I ride a white pegasus as I fly around the starry sky alongside my black cat partner--.
At the end of this adventure-filled story, I find a beautiful princess.
Izumi: Heh. It sure is interesting to read a royal story from the prince's point of view.
Muku: It looks like Kazu-kun worked hard both on the illustrations and binding the book all by himself.
And all of the Summer Troupe members apparently created the story while keeping my preferences in mind.
Izumi: Now that you mention it, flying around the starry sky with a pegasus and a black cat does sound like something that you like, Muku-kun.
Muku: Yes. I really like it…
Izumi: (A prince who rode a pegasus, huh…)
(--That's it!)
Say, Muku-kun, are you free this weekend?
Muku: I don't have any plans, but why..?
Izumi: Thank goodness! There's a place I wanna go with you!
Muku: …?
Muku: Wow…!
It has always been my dream to go to a ranch! Look at that, Director-san!
Izumi: They have a petting corner too here. Wanna go check them out?
Muku: Yes!
***
Muku: Whoa, whoa, whoa! They're approaching me all at once!
Izumi: (The animals are really gathering at Muku-kun's side.)
Muku: So cute. I haven't bought my food though, so wait a lil bit 'kay?
Izumi: I'll go buy it.
Muku: Is that really okay with you? I feel kind of bad to enjoy all this fluffiness first.
Izumi: But you can't go, right? See, the rabbit standing near your feet is looking at you as if it doesn't want you to go.
Muku: Now that you said it, it does look that way. S-So cute…
Izumi: I'm sure the animals know that you're a kind person, Muku-kun.
Muku: I'll be happy if that's true.
Hello, my name is Muku Sakisaka. Nice to meet you all.
***
Muku: Whoa… They are really cute.
Izumi: Even the caretaker was surprised too, huh. They said the animals usually are not that relaxed around people.
(Hmm. It should be around here…)
Muku: Director-san? What's wrong?
Izumi: Hmm, hang on--ah.
Muku: Ah?
--A, a white horse!?
Izumi: Pegasus is downright impossible, but a white horse isn't, right?
Muku: Don't tell me, this is why we're here?
Izumi: Yep. This is my present for you.
Muku: Director-san…! Thank you!
Izumi: (Looks like my surprise was a success! I'm glad!)
Muku: Whoa, I can see more things when I'm on top the horse.
Izumi: (The keeper said one usually need a good compatibility with the horse to be able to ride them without any problems, but Muku-kun has done it perfectly.)
Muku: Ahaha. You're a good kid, Vincent. Thanks for letting me ride you.
Izumi: (Looking at him like this, he looks quite great with the white horse.)
You're cool, Muku-kun!
Muku: C-Cool!? No, I'm not--ah, but Vincent is indeed really cool!
Izumi: (It looks so fun. ...Hm? He's coming here.)
Muku: Director-san… No.
I've come to pick you up, princess. Please give me your hand.
...Just kidding.
Izumi: Ahaha. In that case, will you let me ride with you… your highness?
Muku: --!
...Please hold onto my hand tight.
--heave-ho.
Izumi: Thanks.
Muku: …
...I wonder if I can be a fine prince in the future.
OPTION 1: I'm sure you can.
Izumi: You can. I'm sure.
Muku: I feel like I'll really be one if you say so, Director-san.
I know it's merely a flattery, of course! But I feel like I can make my dream come true…
OPTION 2: But you're already a prince now, aren't you?
Izumi: But you're already a prince now, aren't you?
Muku: T-Thank you…! You… You are such a beautiful princess too, Director-san.
Ah! I, I didn't mean anything weird with that!
Because you always do your best in both your job and the theater troupe, to me, you've always been a strong, sparkling princess!
Izumi: I'm fully aware that I'm far from the word princess, but… Thank you!
Muku: No, I should be the one thanking you!
Muku: Thank you for letting me have such a beautiful and fun birthday.
Izumi: Yep. Happy birthday, Muku-kun!
Muku: Thank you, Director-san. I'll continue to be in your care!
#a3!#a3! translation#summer troupe#muku sakisaka#tenma sumeragi#yuki rurikawa#kazunari miyoshi#misumi ikaruga
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this summer, me and my brother watched four whole shows. at long last, here is my comprehensive review of all of them!
in the order we watched them, these shows were:
avatar the last airbender (ATLA)
mob psycho 100 (MP100)
demon slayer / kimetsu no yaiba (KNY)
fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood (FMAB)
they were all very very good!
i’m not going to try to rank them, but, as is probably obvious by the state of my blog, my favorite was FMAB :) if i had to pick a least favorite, then, it would probably be KNY—not by any fault of its own, but just because it didn’t appeal to me quite as much as the others. still a very good show!
i will review each show by:
giving a quick plot-based pitch discussing the show’s hook or appeal
discussing one element that i believe it does better than any other show on this list—in other words, a quality that i think it stands out for
discussing one element that didn’t appeal to me or that i had issues with—a criticism
putting forth my favorite character and favorite episode or arc, just for funsies
including various other commentary. mostly positive, as, again, i did really like all of these!
(i’ve tried to make this whole thing free of specific spoilers, but if you’re planning on watching any of these shows and want to go in more-or-less blind, it might be best not to read this.)
first of all, i’d just like to discuss all four of these shows as a whole! it was definitely interesting watching one after another and noting similarities between them.
all of them have siblings in them! which is, perhaps, fitting, as i watched them with my brother
two include a pair of siblings in which one has powers and one doesn’t (at least at first), and part of the narrative involves getting better at using those powers (ATLA, MP100)
two include a narrative centered around a pair of siblings and something tragic that happens to them, resulting in the older one being traumatized and forced to train to become a soldier, and the younger one turning into something (arguably) inhuman. the protagonist’s major goal is to return his younger sibling to the way they were before (KNY, FMAB)
ATLA and FMAB are both fantasy political dramas, which is rapidly becoming a favorite genre of mine
most of these are historical, or historically inspired in some way, which is interesting!
all of these shows are really really good at character building. all the main characters are interesting and complex, and the relationships between those characters are similarly nuanced and very well written. they make you really care about both the protagonists and the side characters!
avatar: the last airbender
pitch: as the ever-growing imperial force of the fire nation threatens the earth and water nations, a kid from the long-lost air nation turns up and it turns out he can control all four elements and he has to save the world and all that. sorry i tried to write this pitch like five times and realized that well at this point i think everyone reading this will know the plot of avatar
stands out for: avatar has possibly the best worldbuilding i have ever seen in a show—it takes the time to introduce us to so many places and aspects of its world, both explicitly and subtly. the main highlight of this is the magic system. by creating a magic system based in body movement, the process of using magic and learning to use/control it better becomes immediately obvious to the viewer. combine that with the philosophy behind each type of bending and the way that characters take bending inspiration from types different than their own, and you’ve got a system that is complex, flexible, believable, internally consistent, and just plain fun! it makes action sequences a blast. i especially liked the moments when bending was stretched to its limits in totally logical ways (metalbending, bloodbending). not to mention the way that bending is seamlessly integrated into the world of avatar! the example that comes to mind is the earthbending-powered transport system of omashu. a whole essay could be written on that topic alone!
criticism: i know this is a sentiment shared by many people, but the first season was kind of boring to me. some of the humor and the plots felt hit-or-miss. of course, it needed to take that time to establish the world, and it does a great job of doing that. it just didn’t hook me until the second season.
favorite character: i love toph she’s so much fun :) iroh is a close second! and zuko is great, too, of course
favorite arc: i loved ba sing se a ton, especially the episode when they get there and everything feels off. it felt so resonant with real life, in a very fun way. there’s a reason “there is no war in ba sing se” is a meme…
other commentary: what can i say? it’s a classic for a damn good reason. the plot is tight, and it does a great job raising tension and introducing new elements and twists. i also love the care put into the antagonists, especially azula, who has a fascinating arc.
mob psycho 100
pitch: a middle schooler and a charismatic con artist team up to smite ghosts using extrasensory powers. thing is, only the middle schooler actually has ESP, and it happens to be really, really powerful. can he navigate the difficult world of middle school while also getting a better grip on his powers—and his bottled-up emotions?
stands out for: the way that MP100 uses animation is excellent. it takes a little getting used to but it’s just so fun, combining all sorts of different techniques to create an experience rich with drama and emotion. it’s playfully exaggerated and self-parodying, adding to the show’s fantastic sense of humor as well as its truly emotional moments.
criticism: the way that ESP works makes suspension of disbelief tricky. it’s a great feat to introduce a character who is essentially all-powerful and still make them interesting (even in fight scenes), but at times (especially the second season finale) it felt like a magic system with too much breadth and too few limitations. this might just be my bias for hard magic systems talking, though.
favorite character: other than mob and reigen? probably teru. he’s loads of fun AND all the season 1 episodes he’s in slap hard
favorite episode: the one where the girl asks mob out on a date as a dare.. it’s super cute
other commentary: thank you mp100 for being the leftist propaganda we all deserve <3
in all seriousness though, this show is a blast!! it does a great job switching between silly and serious in the blink of an eye. i also really appreciate the way that it balances comically huge stakes with much smaller, more personal stories. for example, the conflict between mob and reigen in season 2 is especially well-done. in general the emotions just feel so real? characters whose emotions tie into their powers are an excellent trope, and mob is a wonderful protagonist who exemplifies this really well.
finally, on a more critical note—there are so many characters in this show! and it feels like only a handful are fleshed out? however, this may be due to the fact that it’s not an adaptation of the entire manga (which i haven’t read). there’s a lot more to go! more characters to dive into! so i probably shouldn’t try to critique it in the same way as a finished work.
demon slayer / kimetsu no yaiba
pitch: demons kill a boy’s family and turn his sister into a demon, so he decides to try and figure out a way to turn his sister back into a human. what follows is a demon-killing adventure that’s in equal parts harrowing, poignant, and hilarious.
stands out for: there’s not much i can say about this other than “please just take a look” but the art and design is phenomenal. it does a much better job of integrating 2D and 3D than a lot of other animated series, and overall it is just so so pretty! all the character designs are complex, memorable, and fit the characters perfectly. the color choices are interesting and satisfying. i also really like the sound design? not often that i notice that in a show. i’ve watched so many KNY amvs by now lol it’s just amazing animation
criticism: the narration style leans too heavily towards tell instead of show. this is mostly an issue with the first few episodes, but i got super annoyed by how much the show would narrate every single one of tanjirou’s thoughts instead of letting us infer those thoughts through his actions and reactions—the latter, i think, would have been more emotionally impactful. sometimes silence speaks louder than words! tanjirou was also not the world’s most compelling protagonist in my opinion, though i think that mostly has to do with my own tastes.
favorite character: *holds up zenitsu* I Just Think He’s Neat. i actually kind of lost it when he first used his powers, like… damn i love characters with weird relationships with their magic like that. i also think the narrative about how having a solid foundation is sometimes more important than knowing a ton of different moves was really powerful. and he’s just funny! pathetic boy i love him
favorite arc: really just the whole spider arc. fucked up man… i love it. they pulled off that last twist so well, and all the family stuff was so weird and complex and emotional…
other commentary: it’s just a really solid and very well-written show! the team of tanjirou, zenitsu, and inosuke is so much fun… bro bonding :) i also quite like the horror elements; it’s fucked up but in a good way. finally, this is very specific, but the demon that can alter buildings/rooms through drumbeats? appealed to me very much. it’s a cool and unique power!
fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood
pitch: two kids do some fucked up alchemy and end up getting parts of their body stolen by god. now they’re on a quest to get their bodies back, but find themselves wrapped up in crazy government conspiracies and alchemy more powerful than they ever could’ve imagined…
stands out for: plot. by this i mean less overall concept (though the overall concept is pretty great too), and more that the pacing and progression of the story is extraordinarily tight. for the most part (the first few episodes are a little weak but i’ll let it slide), it does an excellent job establishing its premise and building on it logically, adding layers and layers that extend naturally from what we already know. everything has a reason for happening; everything is revealed in good time and all the twists are super satisfying. there’s great balance between exciting moments and quiet moments. it’s just very good at being a story!
(fun fact: i’m reading the manga right now and so far it’s even better paced than the show, which is super interesting! it’s especially good at how it lays out pieces of the backstory and then fills everything in later in a really satisfying way.)
criticism: this is incredibly specific but it’s what comes to mind as something that bothered me: winry’s character arc was really disappointing. for most of the series she’s a pretty strong character, but in the end it feels like she gets pushed aside, defined only by her relationship with ed. what happened to her wanting to take action more? that was a specific desire she expressed—wanting to be less passive! since she’s such an important character, i wish she could have had more presence in the last season other than as a sounding board for the elric bros’ emotions. (even though her one scene in the last episode was really good and emotional…)
favorite character: other than the elric bros, absolutely ling. he fits into multiple of my favorite character archetypes (fun, silly, bastard, gets possessed…) and he’s just overall a delight. plus his relationship with greed is really really good. bro bonding at its peak!! (my other favorite is pride. i will not say why because spoilers. but if you know me.. you know)
favorite episode: this is really really hard to choose but i’m gonna go with envy’s death because. holy shit.
other commentary: i’m a really big fan of the complex and nuanced way in which FMAB breaks down militaristic, imperial regimes from the inside. many of the characters have done awful things, and the story forces them to grapple with that and accept that all they can do now is be better in the future. the moral complexity is just really good! characters with flaws—we love to see it!
finally, parts of this story seem so so catered to Me Specifically that it’s no wonder i got so into it. like just the entire premise? the way that so much of the conflict is built out of identity crisis and exploring the nature of consciousness and human vs inhuman? beautiful. i love ed and al so much
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if you made it all the way to the end, thank you so much for reading!! glad to have finally gotten this done (3 months late…) and put all my thoughts down. i hope this inspires someone to try watching one of the shows i discussed!
#avatar the last airbender#mob psycho 100#kimetsu no yaiba#fullmetal alchemist#my post#long post#then for my own tagging purposes..#atla#mp100#kny#fmab#i really hope some people read this! i put a lot of thought into it
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February 20, 2021: An Affair to Remember (Part 2)
Tom Hanks, if you would.
We shall! Recap Part 1 is right here!
Recap (2/2)
Time passes, and the two of them return home. Nickie is immediately greeted with an interview at the mansion of his wealthy fiancée, Lane Kent. Wait...sorry, no, Lois Clark (Neva Patterson). That was a silly mistake, my apologies. Anyway, Nickie and Lois & Clark: The Adventures of Superman are being interviewed by Robert Q. Lewis, the reporter from the beginning, and Nickie says that he’ll be picking up painting again, and that the two will be married in six months. This surprises his fiancée.
Terry’s not sure how to feel about it either, as she watches the interview from home, with her significant other, Kenneth Bradley (Richard Denning). What’s with the spouses having two first names? Weird. Anyway, Ken Brad notices that Terry seems quiet, especially while watching the interview. He puts shit together FAST, and realizes that she’s in love with him. Seems to trigger the end of their relationship, as Terry walks into a FANTASTIC shot.
Damn, director and cinematographer coming in CLUTCH today! Anyway, time moves forward, Nickie’s pursuing painting, but not under his own name, making this more difficult for him. However, he eventually becomes an advertisement painter, selling few paintings along the way. Terry, meanwhile, has picked up club singing once again, and does manage to become somewhat successful. She sings the theme song of the film, in English this time.
It’s been six months, and she arrives back in New York to meet up with Nickie. She goes to buy a dress, and the shop managers call Ken, who rushes down to see her. But she’s in a hurry to get to the ESB, and tells Ken that she’s on her way to get married. Ken wishes her happiness, and offers his services as a rebound guy, just in case. She rushes there in a cab, and then rushes off screen...where tires screech, and a woman’s scream is heard. Uh oh.
Nickie heads to the building, waiting to see Terry. But, to his deep dismay, she never shows up. He leaves that night, heartbroken. But why didn’t she show up? Y’know, car accident, permanently paralyzed from the waist down, so on and so forth. And from here, things change for the two.
Nickie goes back to his grandmother’s place, where he remembers her on the piano, singing the theme song with his grandmother. Family friend Marius appears, and gives Nickie a shawl that his grandmother wanted to give to Terry, and I get the feeling that Janou’s unfortunately passed away at this point.
Six months later, Terry’s gotten a job at a school as a music teacher, which we seems happy with. This is shown in a song sequence that is...FAR too long, holy shit. It’s a long-ass song sequence. Cute enough, though. Nickie heads to an art gallery, where his work’s been displayed. While there, he gets a call from Lois, who’s still hoping to get back together with him. She invites him to a ballet that night, and he accepts.
They attend the ballet that night, and while there, he sees a familiar face: Terry, who’s also there with Ken Brad. She says hello to him, and he returns it. However, it’s obviously quite tense. See, Nickie doesn’t know that she’s paralyzed, as she’s been too ashamed to tell him. Ken seems to want to tell him, though. And JUST LIKE IN SLEEPLESS...damn, she left behind a real good guy.
Anyway, it’s Christmas Eve, and Terry’s confined to her bed for...some reason. They really don’t make that clear. Later, she’s left alone in her apartment, when somebody comes a-calling...it’s Nickie, who’s somehow learned her address.
Terry still hides her paralysis from Nickie, who reveals that he found her name and address in the phonebook. He confronts her about her absence from the Empire State Building, but she dodges the question. Its admittedly awkward as FUCK. He basically pretends that he didn’t go there after all, and she pretends that she did, and it’s...it’s awkward.
But over time, they start to reveal some things. Neither of them married, and Terry states that their deal was that if one of them couldn’t make it to their Empire date, it’d be for a good reason. But she doesn’t elaborate, and they move on. Nickie gives her the shawl from his grandmother, who did indeed pass away. It’s revealed that Terry did indeed send her letters, but they all came back.
With that, Nickie grabs his coat, and heads on his way out, but stops to say that he painted her in that shawl, but his art dealer gave the painting away to a woman in a wheelchair. It’s at that point that he realizes the truth, and sees the painting in her bedroom, finally realizing that she’s paralyzed.
She finally reveals the truth, with the following quote.
Oh, it was nobody's fault but my own. I was looking up. It was the nearest thing to heaven. You were there.
And that’s An Affair to Remember! And it’s...good! It’s good. It, uh...I, uh...I don’t know if it’s...greatSHIT WAS NORA EPHRON RIGHT?
See you in the Review!
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home sweet home. [commission]
tw. kidnapping | au. yokai | word count. 1.7k | series. part 1 || part 2 (here)
Onryo! Natsume Sakasaki / Oni! Ritsu Sakuma
"Koneko Riko-chan~ Why ever are you so on edge?” Natsume grinned against your flushed skin, liquid gold eyes washing an unusual warmth over your body like the rising sun. You took great care in not looking at him directly lest his powers take effect; watching your mind slowly slip from between your fingers, like prey that nearly escaped its demise -- it wasn’t pleasant and even you knew Natsume didn’t want that. Not right now, not when he finally had you in his arms.
And in a way, you realized you were their prey. They’d already forced you through those doors with smiles plastered on their faces and eyes no different from predators, though they’d had the decency of tending to your swollen ankle. Being spirits, they didn’t possess any supernatural healing powers like the villagers had taught you from a young age, so they were forced to treat you with medicines found in the abandoned cabin’s storage room.
You still struggled to find words as you eyed the delicately-tied gauze protecting your ankle, but Natsume was patient as always. You’d be surprised if he knew why you were on edge in the first place, but a part of you still wished, hoping that there was some human aspect to these creatures, that they’d come to their “senses” and let you return to your old life.
But even you knew how childish that wish was.
“S-sorry,” you finally answered, breaths hard and uneven as he brought you closer. “I...I guess I’m still a bit shocked by everything…” You threw a wayward glance out the window, darkness settling over the sky like a plague. Would the villagers wonder why you haven’t come back yet? You were always home by curfew, but the way the red-haired spirit looked at you as if you were his new bride said you wouldn’t be meeting any curfews from now on.
“Aw, but this is your new home now!~ Please do try to settle in…” He chimed and nuzzled against your warm cheek, trailing off in thought. He glanced up at you, admiring the way your hair fell like waves, framing your face as if you were a pristine work of art. Natsume giggled when you shivered, the cold tinge of his skin seeping under your skin. Lips curled upwards impishly when he held a curious pinky up to your face. “I hear this is what humans do to form a pact, yes?”
Seeing a spirit who’s lived centuries ask about such a childish promise was... disarming, but you didn’t let yourself fall for his tricks. He was just that -- a trickster, one who’d captured you, taken you from your life simply for his own pleasure.
He may act like a child, but he was nothing short of a demon.
“Yeah…” You chewed on your bottom lip, eyes narrowed shyly, still unused to the way he insisted on pressing his body up against yours, lithe arms tucked behind your back like restraints. Reading his expression may as well be a lost cause since he was always smiling, but his smile almost seemed... warmer, larger this time. “W-why do you ask, Natsume-san?”
He hummed contentedly, grateful for both the knowledge on your culture and for your markedly less apprehensive frame. You were no longer shaking, and Natsume took that as a good sign rather than a testament to how his very presence tended to make you freeze. A tentative, chillingly cold hand grasped yours, plucking your pinky from its resting place in the fist you’d made and bringing your hand closer to his. He marveled at your much smaller hands, realizing for the first time that he could finally protect you rather than await your inevitable return to his forest.
”Promise me.” Gently, his pinky tugged at yours and he looked at you so expectantly you realized you didn’t have a choice in the first place. His head tilt would’ve looked innocent enough if his words weren’t a command rather than a pact. You wondered what he’d do if you said no, but you weren’t keen on finding out.
Hesitantly, your pinky coiled around his – a pact you wished you could keep had the circumstances been different, had he been human. “I promise…” your voice was soft and meek, hanging heavily in the air like grey clouds calling forth a storm, but Natsume’s delighted laughter was enough to brighten the mood once again.
“Aha!~ This is why I love my little koneko-chan~” He peppered chaste little kisses along your cheek, his lips as frigid as his touch. You fought the urge to shiver and pull away, though his gaze was enough to lock you in place. He giggled, giddy by your mere existence in his arms. “I can’t believe such an obedient little kitten is all mine.”
“I beg to differ.”
You yelped, heart threatening to leap from your throat as Natsume’s trance was broken. The onryo’s hiss was nonetheless displeased as he looked up, golden eyes flickering up to meet his partner’s scarlet glare as the latter scoffed and shut the door behind him. Ritsu was behind you within moments, you shouldn’t have been surprised considering what he was – inhuman -- but the reality of the situation was finally setting in. The warmth that radiated from the oni’s body was tempting, but you didn’t shy away from Natsume’s touch lest a fight break out – with you in the middle.
“How cute, but there’s no need to scream, pet.” Ritsu’s chuckle was deep, darker, far more dangerous than you liked. Long fingernails, befitting a demon that touched you without much qualm, dusted over the delicate skin of your shoulder, gently clamping onto your forearm. He flashed a sultry and irresistible smile, canines flashing against the dim light of the cabin as his tongue danced over the tips and his soft bottom lips. “Are you that excited for me?” He mused, laying a tantalizingly warm kiss on your forehead. “I haven’t even decided to hurt you just yet…”
“Oni! Do not dare lay a finger on my goddess, you heretic!”
Ritsu all but growled, patience wearing thin upon notice the presence of his rival. He’d agreed to let the onryo stay in the lodging with them, despite their deal – today was Ritsu’s turn and Natsume still wasn’t holding onto his end of the deal rather well. It wasn’t the onryo’s fault completely given Ritsu was enjoying his time with you in full view of your other lover, but the oni couldn’t help it. It’s been so long since you’ve wandered into the forest, so long since he’s first wanted to sink his hands into your hair and make you his.
“It was a joke, pest.” Ritsu scoffed, gathering you within his arms and gently cooing into your ear. Natsume was always so inept at reading your emotions – couldn’t he see how scared you were? “Don’t worry, darling, I couldn’t dream of hurting you even if you wanted me to.” You seemed to relax at his words, or perhaps it was his soothing voice, the way he could control words with such ease. He existed solely to entice and eat humans, after all, but seemed to be the last thing on your mind right now.
You allow your body the luxury of relaxing when his fingers massaged your scalp with permission, a contemplative and hesitant sigh escaping your lips, as if his fingers themselves drew every ounce of tension from your body. Ritsu's smile was far too impish to quell your nerves, his eyes the color of a blood moon locked onto your sweet face, admiring the way your eyelids lazily drooped from his touch. He had a way with his hands, if only Natsume weren’t here to ruin the fun.
“You’re safe with me, little Riko.” He mused encouragingly and placed a tender kiss atop your forehead.
“Safe with us.” Natsume cut in with a hiss, elbow harshly jabbing against Ritsu’s ribs. The latter only scoffed and rolled his eyes, the jab hardly registering as an exasperated sigh working its way past his throat. He rested his weary head atop yours, watching as Natsume’s golden eyes narrowed with glee. Cold arms circled your waist, sitting atop Ritsu’s hotter ones, like a snake playing with its prey. Natsume placed a loving kiss on your cheek, a happy giggle pushing past his lips. He just couldn’t control himself around you, not with the prospect of keeping you in this forest forever played in his mind. He wondered how long humans lived, but he didn’t care to dwell on the thought right now, not when you looked so beautiful and fearful in his arms.
“Any news, oni?” He finally sighed, lips pursed into a pout as he acknowledged the demon’s existence once again. Working with another spirit was bound to cause conflict, and although the two had agreed to share you every other day, circumstances had changed; you were wholly in their possession now and Natsume knew neither spirit wanted to leave your side for too long, especially with the other so close-by. There may come a day where the other returns to the cabin only to find it deserted, and although tracking a human through the forest was rather easy, tracking a human accompanied by a spirit could prove to be impossible.
Ritsu finally hummed from behind you, twirling bits of your hair around his fingers and admiring the way the waning sunlight reflected off of it. “It appears no one is actively looking for Riko, we should be safe for now.” His voice was apathetic and smooth despite his words which made your stomach drop and your heart uneasily thrum against your chest. You stilled, frozen in place between two demons who’d taken a liking to you. You heard Natsume’s laughter roll along his chest, the sound mellifluous and akin to a trill overjoyed by the news.
“That’s wonderful! Do you know what that means, koneko-chan?”
You whimpered when cold fingers brushed across your cheek as if you were a porcelain doll. Another set, hotter in temperature and rougher in texture, brushed against your other cheek for a split second before latching onto your hair, tugging gently enough to make you squeal with surprise. You whimpered, breath hitching to a halt in your throat along with spit made thick by your nerves.
“Hear that, darling little Riko?” Ritsu pressed a tantalizingly warm kiss against the back of your head, amused by how your body tensed once again. He chuckled, musing the sweetest of threats into your ear. “Everyone has given up on you already, but don’t ever think we’ll give up on you, love.”
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97. “Give me your jacket, I’m freezing.”
98. “These shoes were made to kick you in the ass!”
99. “Are you okay?” “I don’t know how to answer that.”
100. “It’s no big deal, its just a few scratches.”
101. “I’m so cute, I don’t see why you aren’t dating me.”
102. “We made a deal and you’ll keep your end, one way or another.”
103. “You look cute when you smile, you should do it more often.”
104. “Why are you blushing?”
105. “I’m always here and you just ignore me.”
106. “I’ve worked my ass off to get you in this position.”
107. “Grab my hand!”
108. “No, listen to me.”
109. "I don’t know if I can keep going like this.”
110. “There’s no shame in taking a step back.”
111. “I’ll kill you, you sick bastard. I’ll kill you, you’re a fucking monster who deserves to die.”
112. “Is that… a dog?” “No, Its a fucking horse. Of course its a dog, dumbass.”
113. “I walked here to you in the rain, this is how much I love you.”
114. “You are quite the mystery, aren’t you?”
115. “Let go of me!” “I’m barely touching you!!”
116. “You’re so cute when you’re mad.”
117. “Do you believe in love?”
118. “Put me down!”
119. “You’re so small, it’s adorable.”
120. “Look, this isn’t a guilt-trip: I just genuinely want to know if you dislike me so I can stop bothering you.”
121. “We can’t be friends anymore.”
122. “Open your fucking eyes, it’s so obvious that I’m in love with you!”
123. “Don’t you dare touch him/her.”
124. “Please don’t be mad at me.”
125. “Don’t do anything stupid, I’m gonna help you.”
126. “They say less is more, but when have I lived by that?”
127. “Hey, don’t touch anything. I don’t know how stable it all is.”
128. “I hate how you’ve made me broken.”
129. “I’m a screamer. Not sexually, just at life in general.” “I can make that sexually.
130. “This isn’t one of my more subtle plans, but considering how long it’s been since I ate or drank or slept, I think I’m doing pretty good.”
131. “If I wanted you dead, this room would be a lot quieter.”
132. “Do you ever shut up?”
133. “You’re such an ass!” “But a fine looking one, yes?”
134. “You’re safe now, I’ve got you.”
135. "Since when did you become a badass?”
136. “I don’t know why, but I think I’m in love with you.”
137. “Holy shit! You’re bleeding!”
138. “I’d like to talk to you when you have your pants on, okay?”
139. “If anyone could have saved me, it would have been you.”
140. “Everyone has a breaking point.”
141. “I refuse to play along with this. No thank you, go away.”
142. “What now?” “I don’t know, I didn’t think we’d live this long.”
143. “They might not want you, but I understand you, and- well, I like who you are and I want you. Please don’t believe what they say.”
144. “Are you done staring?”
145. “Never let go.”
146. “You broke your promise, you can’t come back from that.”
147. “Hey, are you awake?”
148. “I love how we all use affectionate pet names and flirt with one another. It’s nice, having such a close knit group of friends, you know?” “Okay but have you considered: fuckpile.”
149. “Stay here, I’m gonna go get help.”
150. “Despite what you think, I can actually express emotions just like any other person.”
151. “I’m so sorry-” “Then why would you do that to me?! You betrayed me!”
152. “It happened again.”
153. “I don’t like you, but for some reason you make me feel fuzzy.”
154. “Can I kiss you?”
155. “I don't want to be okay without you.”
156. “Me? What about you?”
157. “Oh shit, okay. I’m gonna toss you over my shoulder and book it okay, no way I’m trying to fight these fools. Don’t bleed out onto my back, ‘kay?”
158. “I’ve been thinking about you. More specifically, where you fit in my future.”
159. “I didn’t ever think I’d fall for someone like you.”
160. “Stop fighting!”
161. “Don’t ever talk to me ever again.”
162. “Please, just give me a break. I’ve been so busy, trying so fucking hard- I’m doing the best I can. Please, please don’t ask more of me.”
163. “I wish I could lovingly craft the words together to describe how angry you make me.”
164. “Looks like we both have detention together.”
165. “It was over when you said goodbye to me.”
166. “I hate school and everyone in it.” “Even me?”“You’re an exception.”
167. “Kiss me.” “No thank you- I don’t want your germs near me at all.”
168. “Oh, fuck off you piece of shit. You think I care about you? That I give a damn about your feelings? Fuck off."
169. “Have sex with me.”
170. “Please make me feel alive.”
171. “You’re the only thing that is keeping me on this fucked up world.”
172. “Even on the shittest days, you’re always there to brighten them.”
173. “I love you just the way you are.”
174. “Your stretch marks are like tiger stripes, it makes you look fucking badass.”
175. “Stop asking me if I’m alright. My last answer was 'no', why would it change any time soon?”
176. “I will not leave you. No matter how hard it gets or how rough things are, I will always be here. I will not leave you.”
177. “You are such a fucking cliché.”
178. “Stay close to me.”
179. “I can’t do everything!”
180. “You’re art.” “But I’m nothing like your art.”
181. “I think I owe you an apology.”
182. “Have you seen- oh”
183. “Did you do that for me?”
184. “That’s a weird way to say ‘I love you’.”
185. “Are you happy?” “Yes, very.” "Good … that’s good. That makes me happy.”
186. “Sorry to interrupt but you need to move your hands away from him/her before we have a problem.”
187. “When I first met you, I thought nothing of you, now you mean everything to me.”
188. “Please, I can’t live without you.”
189. "Surprise!”
190. “You told me it wasn’t my fault, so why are you blaming me now?”
191. “Shut up!” “Make me.”
192. “I’ll fucking kill him/her.”
193. “Are you jealous?”
194. “Are you flirting with me?”
195. “You know me better than I know myself.”
196. “What do you do when you realise you might not be the good guy?”
197. "Are you so oblivious to the fact that I'm in love with you? Or do you choose to ignore it?"
198. "Every night I'm with you, I just fall more in love."
199. "The world could be ending right now, but it wouldn't matter as long as I'm with you."
200. "I like that you're broken, like me. Makes me feel like I'm not alone."
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