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I'm on my period and have a lot of work for my master's thesis. Where are Leto Atreides x reader fanfics when I need them
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andmakeithome · 8 months
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wip wednesday!!
haaaaaappy wip wednesday! the poll is still going for what I'll be working on next, and while I don't think results are going to change, here's a preview of the fic that's in second place: the icemav 'not to me. not if it's you' fic :]
first place fic will hopefully? be done by next week? or maybe I'll save it for whumptober. we'll see how much time and energy I have lol
"Following me now, Iceman? Here to keep me out of trouble?" "You are trouble," Ice says, and Mav scoffs, taking an uncoordinated pull from his cocktail. He can't remember what he ordered; something strong. Fruity and bitter, not anything like what he usually gets. He's not sure he likes it anymore, if he even did in the first place. His lip curls. "I don't need a minder." "Tell that to the brass." "Tell them yourself: I can hold my own. Hell, I saved your ass." "Sure," Ice says, leaning his hip against the bar, "but you're still trouble." "More trouble than I'm worth, you mean." "I didn't say that." "But you're thinking it," Mav slurs, tipping his glass towards Ice, liquid sloshing onto the counter. "Everyone does. That's why I'm—" Alone, he doesn't say, catching himself in his drunken stupor. It's why Goose is gone. It's why no one stays. "...drunk," he finishes instead. He blinks hard against the stinging in his eyes and the lights pulsing in time with his head. He takes a long look at his drink. "I'm drunk." Ice is quiet next to him. After a beat, Mav feels Ice's fingers tug his away from the glass, pushing it across the bar top. Maverick is too tired to care. He lets it happen, swaying in his seat. "Let's get you home, Mitchell."
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piratekane · 1 year
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7 or 9 for the fic challenge please?
nine: shh, you're safe. i won't let you go.
Ava comes to with a gasp, an ungodly sound that ricochets around the room like a loose pinball. Beatrice hears it rattle in her chest and reaches for Ava immediately, pulling her into her side. Ava goes willingly, already burying her face into the curve of Beatrice's neck.
Ava feels clammy where their skin meets but Beatrice doesn't shy away from it, holding her closer. She can feel Ava's body shiver and she slides a hand into Ava's hair, rubbing at the one spot she knows always seems to calm Ava quicker.
After a moment, she feels Ava relax and their pulse starts to sync - a quiet thud, thud, thud of their hearts. There's a hot exhale against her collarbone and she can see Ava's self-conscious and shaky smile in her mind. She wants to get ahead of Ava's apology but she's not quick enough, still a little sluggish at being woken up so quickly.
"I'm sorry."
Beatrice doesn't linger on it, doesn't want to get into a pointless back and forth where Ava furiously apologizes and Beatrice tries to get her to understand that it's okay.
"Did you have that dream again?"
Ava nods against her. Beatrice's arm tighten around Ava's shoulders. She presses her lips to Ava's temple, breathing in the smell of the shampoo she uses - sweet coconut. Ava's hand slides over her waist, fingers hooking on her hip.
Beatrice waits. She's learned that Ava needs a minute before she's ready to talk about it. She feels it before she hears it, feels Ava's bottom lip graze her skin as she opens her mouth to speak.
"It hurts. It's like thousand cuts in my skin, or-or shards of glass. I feel like I can't breathe, you know? Like each time I try to breathe in, the shards sink in deeper." Ava trembles.
Beatrice holds her a little closer. I'm here, she tries to tell her. I'm going to protect you. "
"You're there, holding me up."
Her grip tightens. Yes, I will always be there.
"But we're too late. It's too much." Ava's fingernails scratch a B into her skin where her t-shirt has ridden up in the night. Their bare legs slide together. She's not sure when the modesty fled them, but she doesn't think hard about it. "I tried to get you to take the Halo but you wouldn't."
Beatrice shakes her head. "I won't."
Ava is quiet for a long minute. Beatrice sits in the silence, not quite uncomfortable with it. They've been stretching out longer lately, the more the dreams persist.
It started a few weeks after they arrived in the Alps. Ava woke, crying and reaching for Beatrice. She had been frozen then, unsure of what to do, how to comfort Ava. But Ava had done all the hard work, pulling Beatrice into a position that didn't require much of her. They'd laid in silence, Beatrice working a hand through Ava's hair in a way that she hoped offered some solace, letting Ava work through her tears slowly.
But it wasn't until the fourth time, when the tears showed no signs of stopping, that she finally said something. Beatrice coaxed it out of her slowly in halting words. The Halo was humming loud enough to drown them out as Ava whispered what happened. But it - and Ava - settled after all of the words were out, after all the tears had dried and Ava had fallen into a dreamless sleep in her arms.
(When Ava woke up, she told Beatrice she hadn't slept that well in forever. It terrified her - she's never been someone like that for anyone, someone who could grant them some measure of peace. Ava must have noticed, because she laughed and pressed a kiss to the apple of her cheek, breathing a thank you against her skin.)
And now, with every dream that comes, Beatrice know what to do, knows to pulls Ava into her arms and calm her with her a steady heartbeat and steady fingers in her hair.
"I was dying," Ava finally says.
Beatrice knows, has heard this before. "You're not going to die."
The first time, Ava had scoffed and nearly rolled away from her. You don't know that, she had said, an unusual edge to her voice. Now she just clutches Beatrice a little tighter.
"The Arc was there. You carried me to it."
I carried you to it. I touched your face. I let you go, her mind supplies as Ava breathes the familiar words out against her neck.
Ava's voice is strangled when she says, "Beatrice."
"Shh," Beatrice whispers, still feeling like she's speaking too loud. She pulls Ava impossibly closer. "You're safe."
"Bea," Ava breathes. There's something hot and wet on her collarbone.
"I won't let you go," she promises. "I will never let you go."
"You do. You will." Ava's words are weighed down with tears. "You have to, to save me."
Beatrice blinks back her own tears. "No," she says firmly. She's certain of this, more certain of anything she's ever been in her life - save Ava. "No, I'll find another way to save you. I'll figure something out. We will." Her heart feels like it's hammering out of her chest. "I'm not going to just give you away."
"You can't promise that."
"Watch me." She leans away, works a hand under Ava's chin to lift her head until their eyes meet. "I will not let you go."
Ava's eyes search hers but she must find the conviction Beatrice feels behind the shaking fear that also exists, because she nods silently and leans back in, burrowing into the hollow space she just left.
Beatrice sets her jaw, a solemn promise to herself that no matter what, Ava is not going anywhere. Beatrice is not letting her go anywhere alone, not letting Ava out of her sight. It's more than her job, this is her mission. Protect Ava. Save Ava. Hold onto Ava for as long as she can and longer even then.
Later, when Ava's dream becomes a reality, when she has to let Ava go to save her, she'll cry hot tears and clutch the pillow Ava would have slept on. She'll whisper liar at the ceiling until she hears another voice in her head, Ava's, telling her to be kind to herself, that this is what had to happen, to save them all. And she'll listen like she's always listened to Ava, and find that same conviction buried in her heart.
No, she's not going to let Ava go.
But for now, she'll smooth fingers across the perfect circle of the Halo, feel it warm under her fingertips, and keep her breathing steady for Ava to follow it, until it lulls her to sleep.
And she'll hold on tight.
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zixinyu · 1 year
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💔  A what if scenario.
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volcanicsleep · 11 months
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we watched all* turtle media! here's our ranking list!
*we would watch shows from the beginning until we lost interest, then we'd jump ahead in the series and repeat until we had a good overall impression of the show (we mostly cared about characterization and relationship dynamics).
the rankings are not indicative of objective or subjective quality. it's just based on how much we enjoyed them
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the rise movie
rottmnt
tmnt (1990) + tmnt II: secret of the ooze [watch together. its a complete experience]
TMNT (2007)
tmnt (1987)
turtles forever
tmnt (2003)
tmnt batman movie
first bay movie
tmnt flash forward
tmnt III [nigh unwatchable]
tmnt (2012) [had to drop it after 4th episode for mental health safety]
honorable mention: turtle odyssey
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yujeong · 7 days
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kpanniversary2024, prompt 9: Trust
Kim realized pretty quickly why he had been attacked. Curiosity killed the cat had given it away but even without it, it was clear the reason had been to stop his investigation from advancing. The investigation about one of the most earth-shattering events that had happened in his life. Tankhun’s kidnapping. Right now, he was at a dead end. He needed a lead, anything to move his investigation forward. He had been working alone all this time but a tiny voice in his head was giving him ideas. Pete had skills. Pete was loyal, not only to his family - to Korn - but to him as well. He had proven that by becoming a human shield for him. Kim would be a fool to deny that. And Pete liked Tankhun. He had never complained like the others had, begging Korn to transfer them to him or Kinn. He was good to his brother, a fact Kim was thankful for. So maybe, it was worth a try. He knew it was a risk, such a huge risk, so many things could go wrong and yet- “Pete,” he said, his voice wavering. Kim made a decision. He made it by saying something he had been certain he would go through his entire life without uttering. “I need your help.”
(Snippet from The Knight's Pawn because I love that fic to death ❤️)
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kakusu-shipping · 8 months
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OMG YOUR DELTARUNE S/I LOOKS SOOOOO COOOL TELL ME ABOUT THEM!!!
Thankyou thankyou!!! They're the Vessel from the beginning of the Survey Program, and follow Kris around as a ghost narrating. Sort of the Chara to their Frisk, but with a lot more backseating
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They don't control Kris, per say, like the player in canon Deltarune, but they do have more than just the power of being really annoying and can sway Kris without their input. Obviously, Kris isn't a big fan of being told what to do against their will and tends to fight back as much as they can.
They try not to be too annoying to Kris and stay in their lane as just an observer, but sometimes a choice comes up that they get entirely too excited about (like giving the plush to Berdly in Chapter 2, or giving affection to Ralsei) and end up accidentally forcing Kris to go along with them. They rarely notice when they do this, and Kris is unable to convey their lack of control to them, making their relationship very uneven.
In the Light World no one but Kris can see them, and they can't go very far from Kris on their own, where in the Dark World they can move at will and can even physically interact and be seen by everyone else, though Kris is still the only one who can hear them, so they tend to still stick pretty close to them.
They can also possess Kris to fully influence their choices and speech, though they only did so once and it was on complete accident. Kris described the experience as taking a Back Seat to their own life, fully conscious but unable to do anything. They've sense sworn to Kris to never do this again, it's the one thing Kris trusts them on.
I haven't yet decided if they're something that's always been with Kris, or if they're a new thing that appeared around the start of Chapter 1. That's probably a decision that'll change as we get more chapters and more information on Kris themselves
This Self Insert doesn't have any self ships attached to it, per say. The Vessel is very attached to Berdly and Ralsei but in a much more "Kris you should date these people" way, which makes Kris incredibly uncomfortable so they try to keep to themselves about it.
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cloud-somersault · 8 months
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the way the fandom like. makes all these angsty art pieces and jokes and animatics of Wukong doing a murder and people in the comments go "ow! how could you" or "the angst is getting to me" or "haha! wukong did a murder!"
and then if you ever take that (somewhat widely accepted) concept and put it into a realistic context and like. act as if it actually happened, oh no, you can't do that! we can't have Wukong doing a wrong!
so like, what do people want? Do we just want the murder to be played up for laughs, or are we actually gonna acknowledge it? because imo, treating it simply as a joke and ignoring it otherwise is Not the move.
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gale-force-storm · 2 months
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On this, the day after the Ides of March, I find myself thinking about ambition, a la Marc Antony's eulogy in Julius Cesar. And when thinking about ambition these days, I think of Gale. More specifically, I couldn't stop thinking about Tav giving a very similar speech, in the event that Gale did sacrifice himself.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Mystra says he was ambitious; And Mystra is an honorable god. He hath for a year locked himself away For fear of causing harm with his mistake: Did this in Gale seem ambitious? He never took, but pleaded for our help: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Mystra says he was ambitious; And Mystra is an honorable god. You all now know that privately one night I asked him not to take a godly crown To which he acquiesced: was this ambition? Yet Mystra says he was ambitious; And, sure, she is an honorable god.
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liauditore · 8 months
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tw dysphoria (i guess?), abandonment issues (it always when we talk about jimmy), just rambling about jimmy not being a toy but being dysphoric about it
(you can just delete it before reading if it could trigger you)
in my head all this "jimmy is a toyyy!!!" arc was not about haha toy story and let's ignore how they could know about it, okay, it's like how scott doesn't remember pearl and jimmy just OMG MY RANCHER, OMG SCAR, OH NO, GRIAN and yeah yeah yeah
you know that thing when everyone bulling person and calling them, for example, "monster" and they are like, well, a lot of people call me that, i should conform (megamind basically). that's something similar, everyone call jimmy a toy (which he's not) and he's starting to doubt if he's a human. everything joel did to him (or its all hallucinations or joel really can control it and make jimmy toy for some time) just making worth. jimmy wasn't a toy, was he? (in my headcanons sheriff jimmy it's cod jimmy that decided to try again but absolute opposite of what he was.)
and because of green also making hallucinations for him (i hope you knows green something like origin, you can find it something in romeos blog, i wrote about it a little), jimmy is really can't really say if he's not a toy. he doesn't want to belive it and we can see it in dialogues with scar, that jimmy refusing to be a toy, an action figure, everything besides who he really is.
i can imagine him, avoiding mirrors and reflective surfaces, so he won't see himself. i'm really inspired to write it all bc of cavetown dysphoric, it's so jimmy for me
it's been over a year now
i thought it was the end
but now i don't remember comfort
because what i am is what i'm not
i don't belong here, it's just hopeless
find me a way out
if you love me at all
don't let me hear what they say
cuz i can't stand it every day
i'm thinking that i should leave now
but i don't i think i'm coming back this time
it's killing my heart.
and scar was the only one who doesn't call jimmy a toy like 90% of their time together. jimmy knows that scar will leave, like his rancher left him, like emp1 scott left him alone with problem with cod father head and yeah yeah yeah....
i don't know, i just woke up and my brain wad like good morning, honey, it's time to make people suffer
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angst?? for me??? 🥺🥺👉👈
HKDHKHLADH SCrEAMING,, putting thoughts under the cut cus i already know its gonna get Long but hkhlkfdhjk
OuGH i love this 😭😭😭 although the megamind comparison kinda sent me lmao
side note i am. into very disturbing and messed up themes so you'd have to try very, very hard to upset me. so go wild in my ask box lol (i do have a good chunk of ppl who just have 'minor' in their bios following me tho so i might not respond to smth if i feel like it's 'too far' or hide it under a cut but yeah)
^realising this sounds like a "i am very badass" thing but i swear i just think stuff is cool 😭😭😭
BUT ANYWAY ouhfhkl mind break and objectification my beloved. i love taking the toy bit in an angsty direction cus i'll be honest i never really found the humour in it but it's TASTY recontextualized.
Jimmy's got a lot of fight in him but I'm just thinking maybe one day it all becomes a bit too much and he just.. goes limp in his seat, eyes glazed over, motionless except for his chest rising and falling with each breath. Someone (maybe Scar, since we're doing Scaridarity) finds him and is like "Hey, what's wrong? You okay?" and gets no response.
Scar would probably be somewhat uninitiated on the whole toy thing and be puzzled but I'd think he scoops Jimmy up and takes him somewhere safe til he recovers. and when he finally gets up he has a bit of a panic attack about what is real.
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leenesomewhatdraws · 6 months
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Novembmas, Day 13: First Train / Favorites !
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[Ingo brings a mug to Emmet working on his laptop on the couch]
(E) [Emmet] (1) "Yayy ! Thanks, you're the best !"
(I) [Ingo] (2) "So does that mean I'm your favorite brother ?"
(E) (3) "But you're the only one I have ?"
[Ingo puts his head on Emmet's and hugs him from behind the couch]
(I) (4) "But am Iiii ?"
(E) (5) "Of course you are"
(I) (6) "Well you're also my favorite brother"
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psychangels · 1 year
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look it's not wednesday anymore but i am so EXCITED so uh uh uh. take my wip on this wip wthursday
Red. There’s so much of it. It’s everywhere.
His vision floods with it. His mouth is full of it. His ears ring with it. His hands are caked in it. His nose is filled with its metallic scent.
“Come on, Peppermint, we need to get out of here!”
What? Wait—wait—! Stop! Don’t go! Don’t leave me—
Static floods his senses, washing everything away, until all that’s left is its incessant buzzing.
— — —
Wake up.
Chai opens his eyes. He realizes a couple of things very quickly.
The first is that he has no clue where the hell he is. It sort of looks like one of the test chambers from R&D, but…smaller. There’s also way more stuff. Computers and screens and other machines are scattered about. It’s much darker, too. The only light in the room is directly above him. The only things he can hear is the gentle whirring of the machinery to the beat and the clicking of a keyboard.
The second is that he’s lying down practically naked. He’s only in his boxers. No wonder I’m so cold.
The table he’s on looks like some type of modified hospital bed. It’s incredibly uncomfortable.
The third is that Kale is also in the room. He’s standing at a nearby terminal. He’s…not wearing anything for some reason, his robotic body fully on display.
“Good, it worked,” he says as he turns to look at Chai. There’s a smirk on his face.
Son of a bitch—
Chai is on his feet, scrap guitar in hand and raised, ready to strike in the span of a single beat. He swings down hard in the next.
The sound of metal scraping against metal echoes out as Kale grabs it. His arm is shaking, clearly straining against Chai’s strength. But he sighs as if it’s merely a chore. Then, he reaches behind him with his free hand, pressing a button on the keyboard.
Chai goes limp, slumping forward. His scrap guitar falls to the ground, the pieces coming apart with a clatter. Kale catches him, picking him up and laying him back down on the table.
The edges of Chai’s vision are red and blurry. The beat is gone. Everything feels so empty without it.
Kale says something, but he can’t hear the words. He watches as Kale shakes his head. He turns to the terminal and starts typing something in.
Go to sleep. No—
The world fades away.
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bumblingbabooshka · 3 months
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New T'Pring/Stonn Fic Just Dropped
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graysongraysoff · 3 months
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Me: Wow I am so excited for one of my favorite fanfic writers to read one of my favorite manga arcs I can't wait to see what they thi—
Them: *Literally posts for all of yesterday and into this morning about how wrong everyone is for making this arc about a ship I like*
Me: Okay.
#while i like. agree. that no this arc isn't about them.#i think there's enough there that of course the girlies are going to write and make art about it#it's called speculative fiction and we wanna speculate what their relationship is like and how x's death affects y in this setting#we wanna explore the angst#and also idk maybe i am just not as steeped in the fandom as they are i wouldn't say that the ONLY fanart/fanfic i see for this arc#is about this ship#but i guess a lot of it is so i get it#but what i REALLY take issue with is the fact that this writer has now repeatedly said that people who 'think this arc is about this ship'#are illiterate#maybe i'm being overly generous but i don't think any of us think the arc is ABOUT them#they're barely in it#they're just in it enough to give us something interesting to play with#with a ship that yeah we already like#sue us#honestly it reminds me of the way people used to talk about the les mis fandom (and probably still do idk)#like as if we didn't know that les mis the 1500 page novel#wasn't about les amis de l'abc#like no..... really?????#so much fandom is about expanding something small and i don't think that's necessarily a bad thing or makes you ~illiterate~#meanwhile i've been sitting here waiting for this fanfic writer to gush about the father/son angst#which IS the point#but they've instead spent all their energy being mad about this#inadvertently making even more content about this ship for this arc LOL#like damn i just wanted someone to be sad with me about dazai and oda#another day of being a gen fan thwarted by ships /lh
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What’s your fav ship in Gintama? (Aside from Utsuro/Oboro that I may or may not manipulate you from liking?)
hehe I think my main ships are anyone with gintoki tbh 😭
anyone who makes gintoki happy tbh if i really thing about it
but i shall list my fav ships (not ranked, they are literally just Gintoki ships 🫠 )
Poly joui4, just all the bros together🫶
Sakagin🫶
Hijigin
bantaka my beloved 🥺
gintoki and tsukuyo
whatever zenzou and saachan have going on 🥺
Zuragin
sakazura
takazura
sakataka, takasaka??? (hehe it sounds funny)
Kyuubei and otae 
takagin or gintaka (same thing tbh idk why spell it's differently)
Hijikata and Mitsuba 🥺 (it's just pure angst)
ik it's not a ship but sometimes the vibes between Otae and Kondo are so soft 🥺 so i think about them sometimes 🫣
gintoki x happiness (rare but my fav ship)
gintoki and hasegawa (they really are bros, sometimes bros share a bed and a drink to cope with losing at pachinko but the feels they have 🤝)
also shoutout to all the amazing people who make any gintama fics/fanart/content and stuff, y'all the main reason we get to eat so good with the stuff you guys create 🫶
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howlofhades · 11 months
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"With the most respect, I will not stand by, silent, and let my brothers die on that battlefield general."
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