#I don't know why I feel like I'm forgetting someone

[bewitched-hours]

zo I have an idea..

I'm off my bleeding cycle zo i CRAVE angzt

Anyhow

What about [READER] being Mafiozo'z child>:3?

They look almozt look exactly like him, expect for the clothez, and wanting everyone who waz in debt dead.

Y'know, they have black bunny ears, a cute lil bun bun tail, long yellow hair in a low ponytail? (Kinda like their skin color.. just look up nay fanart with Elliot with hair, you'll zee the picture-), stomps foot when mad (like a lil bun bun), wearz a kinda fluffy zcarf (can be picked up by the zcarf, like a zcruff lmao), and if courze, we can never forget the paw beans/paw padz. Iz a ztunner either with a zword or bunny kickz, or even headbuttz

Bazically, [READER] is.. WAS hiz kid. What I mean by that, iz that he zee'z them az zomeone with debt, and doez not really zee them az hiz child.

Which makez them feel terrible every time they zee him az a killer. Itz even worze when they zee hiz goonz like that too. It makez their earz go down :(

Like the firzt time they arrive in thiz hell, they bazically freak the fuck out zince their father never really let them go anywhere without him (bc he waz zcared someone might hurt them bc he'z a mafia thingy :[ ), before zomeone eventually calmz them down (after a few panic attackz)

(I'm totally not zaying thing az my own experience, nooo...)

But when they actually zee him in a round, and zee him kill people for their 'debtz', they feel abzolutely heart broken, and they feel even worze when they ztun him. They juzt wizh he could just let them lay on his lay while he patz their head az he tellz them some ztoryz (don't come at me for this, my dad wazn't like this💔). And they're just bazically crying for a while, even in the roundz. Even hiz goonz don't recognize them:(! But they do feel like they need to comfort [READER]... They have no idea why.

They all zee [READER] kinda ugly crying every time they ztun Mafiozo (like one of those ugly crying meme thingz)

Even zometimez they hug him before they ztun him, which makez Mafiozo confuzed

(guyz i promize I'm fine)

-zanon

Zanon you know how to cook the most delicious reqs- Also yeah, I think we both have daddy issues tbh- (I swear I'm in therapy)

Reader gets She/Her~

You thought you had a pretty good life.

Sure, your innocence was practically never there but you managed to keep a cheerful attitude since your dad and his goons were your family. You lived a life between being protected by your dad and playing with either bunnies or the goons... Or both-

You looked like a practical clone of your dad with a few adjustments... And bunny ears and tail...

So it was only logical for him to be so protective over you. He even taught you how to shoot a gun!

You were never alone in life, so you were obviously startled to awake in a cabin randomly one morning.

You were surrounded by strangers and cried almost immediately for your dad, your ears twitching and falling to the sides of your head as you attempted to run outside before being picked up by Chance.

You actually somewhat trusted him, given that he reminded you of the goons. So, he was appointed as your babysitter for the time being because you showed quickly that only he would be able to calm you down.

He wasn't thrilled about it but you did show interest in his gun and gambling so it cancelled out and quickly made you his favourite.

You knew how to play it safe which disappointed him a little but he couldn't fault you since you were obviously the kid of the debt-collecting killer. It was obvious someone with his blood wouldn't be someone he'd want under his wing permanently.

Just thinking about what Mafioso might do if he finds out about you sent shivers down his spine...

He made sure to teach you the ropes of this game of life and death and helped you understand the puzzles but of course the Spectre felt evil today.

Mafioso was the killer for your first round ever. Turns out you were a sentinel with a sword which caught Shedletsky's attention so for the round, Shed and Chance took turns to show you the works and explore your abilities.

"I don't wanna hurt papa..." You'd cry a little, only stopping because you remembered you were meant to help the other survivors... Survive. Shocker.

But as if on cue, one of his goons came around and spotted you. You reacted with a small smile and a hand wave but when it became clear he didn't seem to remember you, Shedletsky quickly picked you up by your scarf and ran off while you quietly teared up.

007n7 had already warned you that your dad and his goons might not know because of the Spectre and you resented it for that.

How dare it take away your only family?

You could only stomp your foot and cry, eventually ending up balled up like a hedgehog and sniffling weakly because you wanted your life back. You wanted back the love that you were given.

At least there was Chance who could play with you and spark that little bit of joy in you again... Though for hugs you definitely went to the bird-man.

And what would you know! Next round had Mafioso as the killer again and you as a survivor...

But this time neither Shedletsky nor Chance were brought in with you. Taph tried to keep an eye on you but was more focused on setting traps and Two Time creeped you out...

Dusekkar was confusing, Builderman boring... So you just went off on your own for once.

Which- ultimately- had you chased down by your own father while you pleaded for him to remember... But he didn't.

The frustration made your head spin... Or maybe it was the fact you were breathing too fast...

Either way, you had little time to react and ultimately pulled out your sword to stun him when he got too close before hugging him with tears running down your cheeks.

"I want him back..." You choked out through quiet sobs, hesitating to let him go before running off again. Something in your little mind had hope that you could help him fight against the Spectre. That you could return to when you could lay on his lap and just have him pat you while you napped to his stories of the people he had to deal with, when you were held by his goons whenever you got worried over him being late and they'd tell you about stories they thought up of bunnies that looked like you to cheer you up, when you could hug him without that confused look on his face...

At least with the goons you could see they had a mix of confusion and concern, maybe showing that you could help them fight against the puppet show. But after that round you were inconsolable.

Full-on ugly crying and screaming that you hated this place and that you hated the Spectre and that you hated fighting against your dad and...

You h a t e d knowing the sword that stunned him is always held by your paws...

It made you feel helpless and dirty... Perfect for the Spectre but only further fuelling your frustration and determination to get your family back...

Now, this could get a part two if anyone wants this to have the same or similar twist to the "reader & bluudud" story~

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[itoshiabi]

My angel walked me home

Summary: After a party, Haruka walks you home and shyly admits he wants you as his girlfriend, not anyone else. Your warmth melts his calm facade, revealing how deeply he feels.

The school party ran longer than expected.

Music pulsed through the halls, laughter, flickering lights, the warmth of friends and shared drinks—it was all golden in that moment. But now the streets outside are emptying fast and the wind feels colder than it should.

You stand under a streetlamp, dress swaying gently in the night breeze. Wine-red. It hugs your frame in a way that's quiet, not flashy—elegant, graceful, but undeniably stunning. Your hair brushes your shoulders, loose and soft under the golden light. A matching shade of lipstick curves on your lips. Brown heels tap against the pavement as you shift uneasily.

You check your phone. Then glance around.

The street is too quiet for comfort.

You don't like walking home alone. Not tonight. Not looking like this.

Then—

"Y/n."

The voice cuts through the air, soft and low. Familiar. You freeze.

Your head whips toward the sound.

And there he is-

Haruka Sakura.

Your breath catches.

He stands just beyond the reach of the streetlamp, half in shadow. His white-and-black split hair falls across his face, framing those striking mismatched eyes—gold and silver, gleaming like twin stars.

But he isn't looking at the world.

He's looking at you.

And for a second, he forgets how to breathe.

The way your dress hugs your curves, the soft flutter of your hair, the warmth in your cheeks—all of it glows like something out of a dream. You're radiant in the kind of way that doesn't try to be. That's what stuns him most.

Sakura's eyes widen before he can stop himself.

His heart stumbles in his chest.

You're… beautiful.

Too beautiful.

Then you see him.

And you light up like the world just gave you everything you asked for.

A smile spreads across your lips. You lift your hand and wave, heels clicking as you run toward him.

"Oh my god!! My angel is here!!"

Sakura jolts.

His ears burn red. Jaw tightens. Blood rushes up his neck like fire.

Angel?! What the hell was that?!

Why does that sound so soft when you say it?

You stop in front of him, still glowing, still smiling like you've just been rescued by someone divine.

"Wait—what are you doing here?" you ask, breathless.

He shifts. Hands in pockets. Doesn't meet your eyes.

"I… was just passing by," he mumbles.

His voice cracks slightly.

Lie.

You know it. He knows it.

But you don't call him out.

Instead, your smile widens."Doesn't matter. You're here now. So you have to walk me home, okay?"

He blinks. "Huh?"

You bump your shoulder into his, teasing. "At least do that much as my friend."

That word lands like a bruise in his chest.

Friend.

But he doesn't flinch.

"Tch. Fine."

You two start to walk side by side.

The night is cool. Wind rustles through trees and through your hair. Sakura keeps sneaking glances—quick flickers, then back to the ground. His fingers twitch in his pockets. He tells himself to calm down. To stop staring.

But you're too pretty like this. Too soft. Too close.

It's not fair.

"My friends from Bofurin told me about your party,' he says suddenly. His voice is quiet, but steady. "Said you'd be late."

You glance at him, surprised. "Oh?"

He shrugs. "I just… wanted to make sure you got home safe."

There. He said it.

Something warm touches your expression. You slow a little, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

"That's really sweet of you."

He coughs into his hand, looking away fast. His ears are red again.

He hears it though—sweet.

You called him sweet.

You two keep walking.

Then suddenly, you speak again. "You'd make the perfect boyfriend."

He stumbles mid-step. "What!"

"I'm already jealous of your future girlfriend," you tease, laughing softly. "She's gonna be the luckiest girl alive."

His heart slams in his chest.

Lucky?

Someone else?

He stops walking.

Your footsteps pause too. You turn back, confused.

"Haruka?"

He lifts his head.

And this time, he looks directly at you. No flickering. No hesitation.

Those strange, beautiful eyes burn with something raw.

"That's annoying," he mutters.

Your brows lift. "Huh?"

He holds your gaze. "I don't want a future girlfriend."

You blink. Something flutters wildly in your chest.

"What do you mean?"

His voice drops, just above a whisper.

"I want it to be you."

Silence.

The breeze fades. The world holds its breath.

And then— before he could deny what he just said, your lips curve slowly. A soft, knowing smile.

"I was waiting for you to say that, angel boy."

Sakura's entire soul short-circuits.

You step closer, eyes shining.

"I'd love to be yours."

That's it.

That's the final blow.

His face explodes with color. He hides his mouth behind his hand like it can somehow stop the heat rushing up his entire body.

"You're insane," he mutters.

You giggle. "You like insane girls."

He doesn't reply.

He doesn't need to.

The rest of the walk is quiet. Easy. Full of stolen glances and thudding hearts.

And inside Sakura's chest, something unfurls—wild, terrifying, soft.

And he just...... Lets it happen.....

[hinge]

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[kithtaehyung]

Hi ryen! I was watching josh johnson and he was talking about the trend/“prank” where guys call their friends to wish them goodnight and i wondered how 3tan yoongi and bro would react if they did it to each other lol

…oh my god. oh, my god.

You [10:12pm]: come here for a sec

Idiot🙄 [10:12pm]: ???

Your brother walks into your room ten seconds later, wondering why the hell you’d text him in the middle of the night if you weren’t in serious need of help.

“Oh,” you puff out from your cotton abode. “I just didn’t wanna get up.”

“…Wow.” As he turns to leave, you shoot up and stop him,

“Wait! Real quick, you have to do this.”

“Do what.”

He goes to where you beckon him with a grin, sitting on the edge of your bed and looking at your phone. You show him a video of a prank you’ve seen making the rounds, and he immediately laughs in recognition,

“I’ve seen this, yeah. And it’s weird! Why would you just tell me goodnight outta nowhere? The fuck?”

“Y’all are the ones that are weird! It’s just a good night!”

“Nah. That is a red flag if I've ever seen one. Wait, you want me to do it? To who?”

You have someone in mind, but you’re definitely not gonna say his name out loud. “I dunno, you have like a thousand friends. Pick one.”

After a quick laugh, your brother comes to the conclusion on his own. “Nah, wait, it’s gotta be Yoongi. Hold on.”

Excellent. You agree. Perfect scenario.

You get your phone ready to record, already knowing your brother is gonna put on the most ridiculous show known to man, cheeks straining with repressed anticipation.

What’s Yoongi gonna say? How’s he gonna react? Is he even gonna pick up?

The phone rings once.

Then it goes quiet as it’s answered.

“Sup.”

Immediately, your brother folds his lips to keep from laughing, and you have to smack your own mouth shut with a hand. Talk about stage fright. He looks downright embarrassed.

“Hello?”

When your brother’s voice comes out a little forced, you throw your head back and feel a burn down your throat from containing your laughter. “H-hey, Yoong, what’s up.”

“Just finishing things up at the studio. You good?”

"Yeah, man. About to head to bed."

There's a jingle of keys on the line, and your fingers slide up to your eyes then back down again as you watch your normally confident sibling fight to keep himself together.

"...And?"

A high-pitched squeak eeks from your mouth before both you and your brother double over in painful, joyfully painful silent laughter. This is going exactly how you imagined it would, even up to the way your sibling cannot sit anymore and has to result to pacing.

"Nah, that was.. That was it," he strains out in a higher pitch, unable to look at your tear-dotted eyes. "Just wanted to say goodnight, you know? You know how it goes."

The elongated silence on the line is enough to send you straight into your pillowcase. You damn near forget you're recording this whole disaster of a call.

"...Is this a joke?"

Oh, god. Your shoulders hurt as you puff into silk, and you raise your head enough to see your brother's teeth as he laughs,

"What? No! I can't even wish my bro goodnight?"

"No."

"Ah, come on, say it back."

"Pass."

Your cheeks are pulled so taut you don't know when they'll snap back to their regular shape.

Forget perfect, this has crossed the line into priceless. Leave it to your brother to twist his timidness to a place of control in a snap. Now the ball is in Yoongi's hands and you can't wait to see what he does with it.

"Come on, Yoongi,” he chides in a whine, “I'm about to pass out, lemme hear it."

What you expect is for Yoongi to go radio silent again. Or refuse again. The ambient noise on the line is normal, as always.

So both you and your brother are completely thrown speechless when you hear a tender, quiet,

"Good night to you, too."

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit!

Your mouth agape mirrors your brother's stunned expression, and a second passes before both of you completely and utterly lose it.

"Holy shit!"

"What the fuck, Yoong?"

Your laughter must sound so crunchy over the phone, because your laughs combined are so damn loud in response, yours even more so because seeing your older sibling reduced to jelly is making you wheeze.

On the speaker, you can just hear the laughter in Yoongi's voice. And it makes you miss him terribly,

"Of course."

"Damn it, man! You gotta warn me before doing that."

"Don't play games you can't win."

When he throws his head back in laughter, you grin and watch your phone recording him. "I'll remember that."

"Is it just you two?"

"Yeah, she made me do it," your brother blurts, to which you yell in response,

"Wow, snitch!"

Another laugh on the line puffs out, and you let your own out again. This was everything you imagined and more.

When they have their own conversation, you stop your video and keep laughing to yourself, more than satisfied that you initiated the prank. Doesn’t matter that your sibling walks out of the room with even more laughter, closing your door with a soft click.

Yoongi took that like a champ.

You hope your brother will take your dirty little secret just as well.

....

Right.

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3tan slices: mini scenarios inspired by reader asks! series: three tangerines

[xsilversugar]

It fuckin' kills me every time I think about it. I don't support Rowling or think of her in my day-to-day outside of being actively reminded of the harm she causes. I too want her to vanish. She was a huge part of my childhood but I grew out of her and called her a hack by the sixth book and basically only hate-read the last because I had to know how it ended. I didn't have the full context or understanding for why what she wrote felt off to me--so by the time her political views became well-known; I felt vindicated in my dislike of her. Throwing her work away and not caring by then was easy. It's only when I think of the active harm that I feel anything about it all.

However learning about Neil Gaiman fucking gutted me. I was so wanting to believe it wasn't true but even then one of my first thoughts was a cold "yeah, that tracks actually" (hell, I literally had a dream practically predicting it) but it still felt more personal a betrayal rather than a broad lingering hate. More...insidious. I stay silent and don't involve myself in the fandom anymore because if I let it...it'd still hurt me...like a raw wound merely ignore. I cried for practically a week straight, in and out of denial and hopeful that it was a misunderstanding, but I was so invested in digging up whatever news I could, and then I had to stop. It was too much. I'd occasionally still recommend his works to people in private but I don't go out of my way to suggest anyone dare pay for it in the slightest anymore. If the topic of favorite authors comes up, I just don't have one anymore. I might offer to give someone a copy I have but I tell them why I'll never read it again myself.

Maybe it's because I went through this before with Rowling in particular but I thought it would be easier to cut Gaiman out. On one hand, sure, it is exceptionally easy to just let myself become distracted with other things, to not think about it or talk about it. On the other...I only stay silent because it still hurts just as much and I just can't unpack it this time. I can't. It's too much. I don't care if that makes me sound stupid or whatever. I'm too disgusted.

Still, I don't think I could say I disowned him, his work, or what he meant to me. The view I had was wrong. I haven't abandoned my love for those stories, I can't forget; that's why for the most part I don't bring it up without context because s long as I am distracted; I'm fine. If I think about it for too long...I feel like I'll fall apart. He is the one who disowned us, betrayed us, and did truly unforgivable things to others whom I choose to believe--and even hell has standards--so he's simply not welcome. That's all.

It's impressive how Neil Gaiman vanished from the internet. Wish Rowling would do the same.

[laserbobcat]

as someone who's 33 and writing Narilamb and reading your comics, and also kinda interested in different kinds of art myself, it is so so nice seeing someone around my age who's into this fandom and making art. I feel so stupid sometimes that it's hard to even pick up a pencil or stylus - and I'm new new new to art like that so I need that practice time. seeing people like you making what you love and not giving a good goddamn is really inspiring. I'm sure you get lots of love for your comics but idk I just wanted to say thank you 💗 your cat and Leshy make so many people smile for so many different reasons :)

AW I do get a lot of kind feedback, but it's rare that I don't have the time/energy to answer. I really appreciate messages. I do read and see all of it, and every little tag matters. It's why I try my best to leave at least a little tag when I reblog art, and I'm not shy about sending messages to creators when I have, again, time/energy. People are shy, but we are all dorks, you realize it pretty quick when you start interacting more with the artists you follow. Warning surprise super LONG life dump bellow. I was like "Inspiring, are you sure? I'm also wreck, let me tell you just so there's no misunderstandings" and bam, novel.

About being 35 and making whatever I want: I do in fact feel self conscious about a lot of things, it's just that people on the internet don't really matter. That sounds harsh, but it's true. It's like people you meet on the street, or at bars, or at work: mostly polite positive interactions, some nice memories, a few of them will form solid bonds with you, the vast majority of them will be lost as soon as they're not in the same vicinity as you anymore. And it's normal, and it's ok. Humans aren't made to nurture too many relationships, even the social ones. So I personally enjoy fandoms in a detached sort of way that might feel like I don't give a damn. I think it's healthy tbh. But it's easy to appear calm and detached when you don't really have skin in the game. I really care about this blog it's my fun place, but it's completely detached from my actual life. I'm being an anonymous dork among dorks, it's nice. Some people are dumb sometimes and I don't care. What are they gonna do, sue me, lol. BUT LIKE. I almost deleted that blog once because and IRL person I know found it? I panicked SO HARD. Y'all nerds can look at my silly comics with cute cats kissing: not people in my real life. I'd rather be found drawing hardcore tentacle porn or sniffing paint. I'm not like, brave or anything, I'm hiding online XD

And honestly life is haaaaaaaard right now. For everyone lately. but for me personally: fanart is a nice hyperfocus to forget that life is a bitch. A distraction. I've always been "too sensitive" never could hold a job for too long, because people are awful in low level entry jobs, I never got one that I really like. I've been studying art and digital art, it's been hard, and it didn't lead me anywhere professionally for various reasons. I paid a private school and I am just finishing paying a big loan, just for the (average) skills I got being used to draw a cartoon bush with legs, kissing a cat, on a dusty website. It's so incredibly easy to feel like a failure. And being an artist SUCKS in this world. I'm not an artist by choice, god I would love to be smart enough to have done different studies, and have some kind of job that actually pays. But no, just did a professional profile, and all my affinities lead to creative work, I'm doomed to be good at things that are hell to make money off of when you don't have twice or thrice the energy a regular job needs. I just can't stop. Even when I take breaks, I always come back to creating things. A life's curse, truly.

I feel depressed now, so let's filter this shit through my "15 years of therapy" voice translator: -I'm not too sensitive, people telling me this in my life have all been notorious assholes. If we had more raw hearted people, daily life would be softer, and we wouldn't have wars. Us kind softies are vastly underappreciated. -I haven't been paying a school for nothing, I met my best friends there, learned a lot of skills and methodology that serve me today, and will serve me later in ways I can't just pinpoint yet without hindsight. I also have a lot of experience and help I can share with younger people and beginners. I'm a great art teacher. -I'm happy that I can't help being creative. So much people trail off into things they don't like, and realize later that they're utterly miserable. It's harsh, but not having the strength to pursue something you don't like is kind of a blessing. You avoid so much shit on your life path. it's not a life worth living. I've seen people with good paying careers give them up to get fully into a passion. -It's okay to draw a bush kissing a cat, who fucking cares what you do on your free time, the cops? It's ok to enjoy cute and silly things even when everything gets serious- especially when everything get serious. So much of us get our inner child crushed it's terribly sad. -The silliness is serious actually. You can get a powerful life lesson from deep books about philosophy and self-care and shit, but they're not rare everywhere else. The silliest movie, comic or fanfic can have a line or a character that will resonate enough with you to change your life. Like a tiny little piece that was missing in your personnal puzzle. I felt deeply moved by some comics online, so my own comics online 100% have the same value. What are "serious" media but hobbyists getting their art to a bigger professional scale. We're all telling stories around campfires and there's nothing stupid, shameful or weak about that. Egyptian gods were dramatic furries ffs.

I'm eternally stuck between "Yeah follow your heart and do art" and "It will lead you to hell though" because I feel like both are true. But do you really have a choice? What are the other options? I personally don't, so I just pick up the pen for a hobby, and started applying to ceramic courses for a career change. We'll see where it goes.

Well that was a lot, but I have some serious anxiety issues that make me over-explain stuff, and I'm talkative, and I'm on my period. Enjoy.

[yoiisa]

hi there, can u write a fic (college au/no blue lock) where reader & isagi are in a relationship, but his roommates slash friends don't know bcs reader always comes over whenever isagi says that his friends (bachira, kunigami, & chigiri) aren't at their apartment, but then get caught one day when his friends went back home early?

ive only stumbled upon ur account recently and i love ur fics/writing!!

omg love!! idk how colleges in japan work, so im just going to model this based on american colleges :D

all characters aged up (20+)! Tags: slightly suggestive and making out!!

➜ you knew isagi yoichi for around 6 months before the two of you started dating, but you'd been eyeing him for all of that time ➜ he was exactly your type- quiet, but the sweetest and most considerate person ever. ➜ he had beautiful blue eyes, was taller than you, and played soccer for the school. holy hell, talk about your personal kryptonite ➜ he was always too shy to ask you out though, so you had to take initiative on that front

You're sitting under a tree with Isagi in the school's courtyard. People are passing you by, heading to their respective classes. All you can think of in this moment though is how nice this is. The summer breeze is brushing his hair perfectly and the sun is making his eyes look like tiny sapphires. He looks like a prince. "Um, [name]?" he asks looking down at you. "Are you okay? You've been really quiet." You blink a few times, snapping out of your trance. You look down at your lap, staying silent for a little while. "Hey, Isagi?" you start. He leans forward and you feel like your heart is a car that someone just revved. "Umm, you don't have a girlfriend right?" "N-no," he stammers, taken aback. "Why?" "Do you," you cut yourself off, taking a deep breath. You meet his gaze and give him a tiny smile as you force the words out of your throat. "Do you wanna go out with me?" Your heart stops as he physically flinches back. "Nevermind!" you quickly say, holding your hands up in defense. "I'm so sorry, just forget all of that-" "N-no! That's not it, I- I do like you," he insists, "I just didn't expect you to ask me out." He lets out a deep breath and chuckles. "I was actually going to try and ask you out. My friends were giving me all this advice on how to do it. You just caught me off guard though. Beat me to the punch, huh?" He takes your hand in his and squeezes it. "But to answer your question, yes. I would like to go out with you."

➜ and that was that! the two of you were a couple. only one thing though- you'd never met those illusive friends ➜ whenever you went over to his dorm- a quad with two bunk beds and four desks, as well as a quite beautiful view of the whole campus through the window- there was no one else there but the two of you ➜ six months went by and not a single glimpse of them! you asked isagi about it once and he gave you a few excuses

"Well Bachira's really close to his mom, so he leaves campus a lot to hang out with her every now and then. She doesn't live too far from here anyways," Isagi explains as he rests his head in your lap. "And then Chigiri has a part time job at a physical therapist's office. He used to go there for himself since he messed up his leg once in an accident a while ago." You nod, running your finger through his hair. "And what about Kunigami?" "Also has a part time job as a kiddie's soccer coach," he says. "Hmm," you smirk and tickle your boyfriend's neck. He flinches and you giggle, "So you're the only one unemployed, huh?" He stiffens and gives you a look out of the corner of his eyes. "No. Bachira doesn't have a job too."

➜ when you finally meet Isagi's roommates . . . it's a mess ➜ after not seeing them enough times, you grew relatively comfortable with the idea that you never would in the dorms, and so did he ➜ he would have you over pretty often, and to be completely honest, sometimes things got a little spicy! ➜ so here you were, sitting on his desk and his standing between your legs. your lips locked in a heady kiss that was making you lightheaded. your tongues lapped hungrily at one another and your teeth clacking ➜ and then the door opened.

"Yoichi~" you gasp as he pulls back from your mouth. He starts to trail kisses along your jaw and neck, sucking small bruises into your collarbone and neck. "Mmm, you're so sweet," he groans, inhaling your scent. He feels like getting drunk off of it. His hot hands trail under your shirt, tracing around your curves. You giggle, but then both of your bodies freeze as you hear the door clicking. Isagi, in a moment of pure panic, tightens his grip on your waist and fucking shoves you off the desk and onto the floor. He was trying to hide you underneath the desk, not wanting his roommates to catch you both in this position, but all he does is just accidentally make you kneel in front of him. Right in front of him. Honestly, it helped enough because now your back is to his roommates, who are no doubt staring at you both as if they just walked in on a porno. Isagi stares at the trio. Bachira looks scandalized, Kunigami looks shocked, and Chigiri looks annoyed. "You couldn't bother locking the door when you have a hookup over?" the pink haired boy asks. "What. The. Hell. Is. This," Bachira says, looking two seconds from passing out. "Bachira, breathe," Chigiri grumbles, walking inside. "At least get her off her knees," Kunigami says, following Chigiri. He comes up behind you and taps you on your shoulder. "Miss-" You, in your panic and fear and shame, cannot think to say literally anything else other than, "I'm his girlfriend, not a hookup." Everyone stops breathing. "His GIRLFRIEND?!" Bachira roars, lunging at you. He grabs you by your shoulders, whirls you around and pulls you up to your feet. Kunigami hits him on the back of his head, "Don't handle a girl like that!" "I-It's fine," you say, waving Kunigami off with a small smile. "I'm so sorry about this. It's just, whenever I've been over, none of you are ever here, so I guess we got a little . . . careless." "You've been here before?" Bachira asks. A thud sounds from behind you and you whirl around. Bachira and Kunigami peek over your shoulder. Chigiri walks up to an Isagi whose cherry red. The embarrassment was just too much for his brain to handle anymore it seems. "Yoichi!" you shout, kneeling next to him. "I'll get him water," Chigiri says, walking to the dorm's mini fridge.

➜ the two of you never live this first impression down. not even at your wedding.

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[alexanderlightweight]

Normally in almost every dark malec fic i read magnus is written as cruel towards alec,he hates alec (either it's based on the books or tv show i guess cause alec made mistakes in both that caused their break up)

And magnus literally tortures alec but is friendly towards alec's family members which i find odd

And this isn't a shade to those fics while i don't like what's happening in some of those stories i read them like and addict or just stop reading it if it bacomes too much for me

İ love that while you write dark and gore you still make magnus in love with alec

so i feel like it might be because i write dark malec to highlight their love? like the whole appeal of malec for me is you have these two people who really have no reason to be interested or so deeply affected by each other but they are.

there's something instinctive and primal and so intense it immediately cracks through years (decades in Magnus' case) of protective walls for the both of them.

i feel like a some people in fandom tend to forget or ignore that this is alec's first romantic/sexual relationship and that its not like he has a lot of friends either. magnus is also his first confidant out of his family.

and then others or the same people also either forget or ignore that while magnus has had a lot of relationships, opening up his heart to others has rarely gone well. like he has centuries of scars and wounds on his heart and soul. it's been one raw and reopened scar never fully healing and yet magnus decided to take the risk of that wound refestering.

so you have someone who has never opened up their heart (but its been wounded and sore all the same) but wants to because this person is worth it to them. and you have another person who has repeatedly opened up their heart (to sometimes catastrophic results) but they think maybe this person is worth the risk.

so both sides are taking risks. just in different ways. which makes it intense and take effort and also hard.

also since the appeal for me (yes as an aro/ace i too think this is hilarious) is their interest and adoration of each other, it doesn't really make sense to me to write it otherwise? like the whole thing of canon is they are mutually awestruck by each other. that's what really hits me. also the intensity of both of them orbiting around each other. i can't write them disliking each other. even when they're on opposite ends of the battlefield they have mutual or at the very least begrudging respect for each other even before they meet. and after they meet its pretty much alec is like 'how to end war? how to flirt with handsome magic man? how to stop bigotry so i can date a warlock? patricide unacceptable answer apparently' and magnus is all 'how to obliterate the clave' 'how to force peace and also change laws' 'how to woo angel blood without being stabbed' 'how to kidnap someone politely? 'how to heal if you're stabbed with adamas while acquiring future spouse?'

and for the type of fics you're talking about i have seen them and kinda know what you're talking about. i'm not gonna say anything about them tho because i have no actual relevant opinion. i don't read them because they'll trigger me (hence why my opinion would be adversely influenced, meaning i have a pre-existing bias which needs to be considered) and everyone is free to write what they want. there's no shame in that.

i just learned a long time ago that i could accidentally self-harm by reading fics that triggered me and my health cannot take more stress, so i just block authors (doesn't hurt them and protects me). same with how i hope people block or at least ignore me if my fics aren't safe or healthy for them to interact with.

so focusing just on me (which wow does that sounds kinda silly as it type i out) i guess it's because even when magnus is cruel in my fics there is a purpose to his cruelty? he's not cruel for the sake and enjoyment of it like say, Camille, Lilith, Asmodeus etc.

Magnus has been shown to always be harshest on himself as well. Like even in a world where he follows incredibly skewed ethics, i feel like just pure cruelty is too boring for him. Like he would expect better of himself, not necessarily on a moral standpoint but in a 'really, you think i humble myself to the same level as my father?' kind of way?

also there is also a whole section that can be talked about where certain forms of cruelty and kindness are actually two sides of the same coin. so there is some nuance there as well about how i handle cruelty because sometimes magnus is cruel in order to be kind but that's typically still, out of his love for alec even if it's skewed. or he does something out of his own sense of kindness that is technically cruel. magnus' goal is never to fully diminish alec in any fic i write, even the fics where magnus (because alec is also a manipulative little shit in fics) is manipulating alec or purposefully pushing buttons he knows are cruel, he's doing it to help (in his opinion) free alec from ties/the clave/things that 'don't deserve/are hurting/could hurt him/might keep alec from him' etc.

the goal is never to hurt alec. it's to save him and sometimes in order to heal, you need to experience pain. which is how magnus and alec both justify their cruelty to themselves and each other often. especially because again, the goal is ultimately the benefit of the other person.

i think the main thing is that there's never any doubt - or at least i try to make sure there isn't - in my fics that they both want each other and the best for each other. maybe it comes about in a darker or less ethical way in some of my fics, but the main purpose of the plot is never to hurt each other or to inflict damage that will linger and wound.

also malec in generally is an unreliable narrator in my fics. the reason i tag 3DNE even in the lower levels of dark range, is because i i write and promote extremely unhealthy levels of codependency, dom/sub dynamics and obsession that cannot safely exist in the same levels in the real world. i also write about intense topics but i generally do it in... not a sanitized way? but a softer way? so i think some of it gets a little smoothed out by the humor/affection/etc which also like, this kinda of behavior shouldn't be normalized or seen as safe. i'm not promoting actual cannibalism or kidnapping someone to be your spouse lol

and again (because i get similar comments on ao3) is that when I write malec my goal is for them to be happy and healthy even if the world they live in isn't and by normal standards their relationship isn't. i want them delighting in each other and even if it's depraved, doing whatever they can to give each other the best of the world and help them be the strongest version of the person.

i just have very specific preferences and tbh i repeat tropes and cliches and my little happy niche a lot because i know what i'm comfortable with and enjoy. also i have the personal preference of two predators maybe not always equally matches but both incredibly dangerous in their own way, meeting and then creating an ecosystem that works for the two of them. i also like gifted/earned submission rather than purely forced?

and it's shown in the show that Magnus mostly helped everyone because 1) to get them to stop stalking him and endangering his people 2) to keep appraised of the situation and 3) Alec. which might actually have been the main one. and Magnus' heart got cracked open from Alec and he started to make friends with those around Alec trying to get closer (the jokes and present to Izzy).

I feel like Magnus wouldn't really care orhave anything to do with them or be very interested or so generous with them other than information reasons. and without alec, i don't think his heart would have thawed enough. in a way, alec makes magnus more vulnerable than either realize and it's not alec's fault.

but it is a result of Magnus meeting and loving alec and because alec doesn't realize this, he often can't step in and help magnus set boundaries magnus stopped making in his journey to woo alec. so in fics where magnus already has a relationship with alec or doesn't need to 'woo the family' so to speak, he generally doesn't open up to them or try to connect with them the same way.

in some ways, this is Magnus distancing himself because he will want to be able to join alec when (because i only write immortal husbands) he mourns them, but also he's not going to be overwhelmed with grief himself.

i got way off track there.

so if you know about the Addams' Family media, which this eldritch delight is based off the vibes of that, i feels like that's what true dark romance is. however it did get a bit sanitized and played up for comedy, so actually just a lot of my malec is inspired by that intensity but without the sanitizing and so much comedy.

i mean. these two are so intense about each other.

Alec summoned a greater demon. Magnus tried to erase his own memories.

They are not well, okay? they are two dumb men in love. they both are super high intl and high wis until it comes to each other and then their wisdom drops to 'i'm going to destroy everything to make this one thing right!' and typically its for the other person, so the only being who could stop them now can't.

i hope this makes sense? i feel like i rambled a bit much and now i'm not even sure i properly answered the ask but i enjoyed the ask?

like... i just really can't imagine magnus being more than like, bitingly petty and sassy and sarcastic to alec and like threateningly yes?

but like even if alec was on the other side in a more intense universe and magnus was the one interrogating him. magnus would just pause in the middle of threatening alec and be like 'it's a pity you're so pretty. i can think of so many things i'd rather hear from you than your screams of pain.'

and alec is just like: please go back to threatening me. if you compliment me i'll break and that's just not fair. this is both the worst and best time of my life right now.

magnus picking up on that and coming back in his most dangerous flirty outfit and sitting on the table in front of alec, legs spread to accommodate the chair alec's sitting on and alec is just like: can you bring out the potions again? or the fireball? i really miss the snake that breathed fire omg please don't get so close i will never live it down if i break because a magical man kissed me

magnus: but imagine what i could give you if you were good for me? wouldn't you rather be a good boy for me, alexander?

alec - fuck the clave they dont even like me, i definitely don't have a weakness for this man and a praise kink that just activated - lightwood: ... okay yeah. lets get this over with please. i want to collect on that promise.

*shrugs?*

i hope this makes sense and you enjoyed

<3 lumine

tldr: the whole reason i love malec is because they adore each other and i'm incapable of writing them otherwise plus rambling.

[glitterfingers]

Started as a silly crush from twelve? Thirteen? years ago. These feelings have existed for more than a decade. I live a quick jeep away from where i last saw you. I still recall your face between my legs in the blue room that December morning. I'm not sorry I didn't stay when you asked, but I regret being scared out of my mind when you requested tulog muna tayo, huwag ka munang umalis. My regrets are few and far between but I'll admit i regret not staying. For you I admit I remain a staunch defender of being absolutely selfish with my heart. I would not have survived you if you lied and pretended to want me when you didn't. But i can live through this pining. Thanks for rejecting the hypothetical but sincere request, for not being an asshole and using me for your ego (the bar is in the lowest circle of hell). After all those years of denying it to myself, you remain a constant ache in my chest. I still dream about you once a year and am hit with obscene longing every time. It would be comical if I weren't so disgusted at how much i want. And I'm so frustrated because it's been four years since I've last talked to you and it's you that i want specifically and only you. The blue room is long gone. That morning exists only in my memories. I've known no peace since. Thought time away would make the desire fade but it only gave the yearning depth. I've tried I've been trying i continue to try to let it go, let the wanting of you go. I endure raw desperation and this version is somehow the most amusing to my other friends, but the worst to you and you're not the cause, i just wish it were easier for me to have been your friend without simultaneously craving you.

But my long term longing is in your shape and the color of your skin and the tattoos you let me bite and how the morning sun hit your eyes and how we made each other laugh and i miss you all the time. How are your parents. What did you think about Senshi's story from Dungeon Meshi. What obscure movie are you going to recommend me now. Let's debate on why you said Junji Ito was for normies. I'll give you some of my tea and you'll thank me. Your friends probably still love you, even though your lives have all evolved, just talk to them. Will you let me kiss you properly just one last time? Don't let me kiss you, i'll probably never want to let go. I still haven't, but I swear I've tried everything I know though. Or do let me. I dont know. I've loved a couple people since the last time i thought i was in love with you. Apparently i cannot framework myself out of desire (who knew), but I've pried away the excess. I can love people without wanting them in my life anymore. Tell your parents you love them before it's too late.

I send a quick prayer for you every year on your birthday, i stopped greeting you because you never sounded like you enjoyed any of it, but it doesn't matter, the prayer is for my benefit, i never forget. I wish i could.

I wanted you before I knew how to be your friend. Maybe now I am paying that price. I like to believe I'm a better friend and lover now too, but we owe each other nothing. I love you anyway. I know you're not happy, but I hope you're content. I hope one day I'll see you out and about and my heart will stop feeling like it'll explode at the sight of your face. I'm a good liar but i know i can't help but look at you with reverence. Is that why you always looked like you knew something i didn't? I wonder what you saw on my face those last few times. I never did know how to covet without sacrificing and carving out a part of myself, but whatever spell you have me on means I've gotten better at loving myself too. I am no longer unhinged by longing and regret and aching. Time and space away from you (and everyone else really) has taught me that i dont need to bleed to prove my capacity to love. That sometimes the best way to love someone is to leave them the fuck alone because it'll be the best for everyone involved.

I'll see you. Probably next year in my dreams again.

Dedicated to the girl who continues to haunt my dreams even though it's been years since we spoke.

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[a-single-nanite]

So like I need to not.

But like another baby story I had loosely was mpreg Stone.

Ivo doesn't ask nor does he exactly tell what this new top secret experiment is, but Stone always goes along so faithfully.

Ivo is sneaky about checking if it worked or not. But tells Stone "ah, looks like I have some things to fix. Nothing happened at all!" He pretends to be very angry about the "failed" experiment. Soon Stone forgets about it.

Now he chose Stone because well he certainly doesn't want to carry his own child! Already he was carefully planning on how to safely get his baby out without killing his useful agent.

Why does he want a kid? Well he needs someone to rule the world after he does, and he isn't getting any younger. Unlike Stone who is younger, stronger, loyal, he should be able to handle this. That and he's bored.

He doesn't need to worry about Stone drinking or smoking, but he IS ...was, an Agent. One often sent on deadly missions. Even on that front Ivo isn't worried. His agent is the best after all.

Not Ivo knowing full well what's going on with Stone when he starts feeling sick. Not him saying that he's getting lazy and fat. "How can you protect me like this?!"

Ivo is a mega dick about it only because it helps him cover up his tracks. It couldn't last forever though.

"Doctor, I seriously think there's something wrong with me." There's true genuine terror on his sickly pale face.

"Look at me!" Stone cries, HE CRIES!!!

"I feel something moving inside of me, what's inside of me!?"

"you feel kicking?" Ivo asked suddenly very engaged.

"Don't cry you big baby. You're perfectly fine." He huffs.

"you know what's wrong with me?"

"There's NOTHING wrong with you. I have everything completely under control, I suggest you take it easy."

"did you do this to me?" And Ivo doesn't want to say.

"please tell me you did this. I- I'd feel better if this was one of your experiments. I'll know I'm safe then." Oof wow, make him feel guilty now.

"yes, yes it was me! You knowing would only screw up my data!" And Stone let's out a sigh.

"I apologize for ruining your experiment."

"it's not ruined, just changed."

It's a mix of body horror and deep angst on Stone's end, Ivo of course is extremely toxic about It. But eventually Ivo actually has to start taking care of Stone and it's exhausting. Why the hell did he do this again????

I'm imagining maybe crab era is the setting. I'm not really sure. I guess depending on which era the story is a bit different. Not that I'm gonna write it.

[starstruck-sillies]

[ * We had a really interesting conversation with someone about this, and it really made us want to talk about it more because it put a big part of our discomfort with endogenics and how they treat CDD systems into words. ]

[ * The question that started this whole thing was "why are people insisting that system is a medical term and should be CDD exclusive?" So we explained our personal view, that while it isn't medical and has a muddied history, the community as a whole started with CDD systems to begin with, and we want at least a few terms related to plurality to be CDD exclusive, with system being one of them. This lead to a super interesting conversation about how endos tend to be a bit obsessed with using all the same terms CDD systems do. ]

[ * One thing we see a lot in pro endo spaces is the insistence that anything CDD systems have, endos should to. Every term, every space, every discussion, all of it, we see a lot of (pro) endos insisting that endos should be involved too. ]

[ * When we made posts talking about our bad experiences with pro endo spaces, we immediately were told we need to include the fact that (pro) endos have bad experiences with anti endo spaces too and that anti endo spaces aren't perfect either, despite that it was one single post on this topic we made that didn't include it. The one time we don't, the point we were trying to get at was ignored because we didn't include (pro) endos in it. An anti endo makes a term specifically for CDD systems only? Endos immediately complain that they aren't included with this. Someone makes a post about CDD experiences? Chances are, an endo ends up making it about them. Someone mentions there needing to be more research into CDDs? Someone else says "Don't forget endos too!!" Someone makes a space for CDD systems only? People complain that endos aren't included. Even people we see saying that it's fine for there to be separate terms and spaces for CDD systems, they later say that they're only okay with spaces being separated by this and such, not CDD and non-CDD. Every time CDD systems do, make, or say something involving their systems, endos tend to insert themselves into the conversation. ]

[ * It's an odd obsession that I've noticed, and it's nice that I'm not the only one that notices it. It really does feel like endos want to seem involved with CDD systems in everything, like they want to seem similar to us in everything. I remember one time we got anons saying that system is "just a word" and that it's "not a problem if endos use it too" which is something I see a lot of (pro) endos saying. Which begs the question, why is it only "just a word" when we want it to be exclusive? If it's "just a word" why are you so obsessed with wanting to use it? ]

[ * They compared it to the situation with cripplepunk. For those that don't know, cripplepunk, also called cpunk (since "cripple" is a slur for the physically disabled) is exclusively for physically disabled people. Meaning that able-bodied ND/mentally disabled people aren't welcomed into cripplepunk spaces, as it's focused on specifically physical disability and the discrimination they face in particular. However, despite there being alternative terms/spaces made specifically for able-bodied ND people to use, eg. neuropunk, madpunk, and autipunk, many still try to get into cripplepunk spaces anyway, insisting it's for them too. While they are disabled too, and deserve spaces to talk about their disability and the ableism they face as a result of it, the ableism that people face does vary depending on whether they're physically or mentally disabled. There are similarities into the abeism both face, like being deemed "broken" or "useless", but there's still differences between them that are important to talk about and acknowledge, and there should be separation of language and spaces for it, while still having plenty of shared language and spaces. ]

[ * This comparison really stuck out to me, and I love it really. It perfectly describes how I feel about this, seeing endos so obsessed with sharing everything with CDD systems, and inserting themselves in everything involving us. It really helped us put into words why we think this obsession is so odd, and I feel like it's not only a very interesting conversation to have, but also an important one. ]

-Splotch

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