#technically its a reader insert I guess

[nomstellations]

Voretober D1- Space

Stargazing was your unfortunate hobby, as you lived in a place with lots of light pollution and cloud cover. You never did let that stop you- on a good night you could make out a few stars in the sky, and that was enough for you. You couldn't help but yearn for more, though....in certain places you could behold the whole Milky Way. If only that could be you...

Yet here you were sitting on your roof as you did every night before bed.

The stars above were sparse. Only a small handful of the brightest ones in the sky were visible beneath the moonlight's glow, faintly twinkling. It was the same view as always....but you swore you could see two new bright ones up there in the sky. They definitely weren't planes....but there wasn't any way you could've simply missed them on your countless nights stargazing. Though come to think of it...the sky was darker than usual. All the clouds were gone, and...

The two stars blinked. Slowly and in sync, like a pair of eyes.

You had just enough time to register that those might not be stars at all when the whole sky moved. An unfathomably large head craned to look at you, and then...in an instant it was gone. Instead of a giant figure you registered that before you was something well over 10 feet tall, gazing down at you with those white starry eyes. It was wearing an astronaut suit- though it looked worn and damaged in some places, with holes leaking blacker-than-black goop. Its head was round a with a bright orange ring around it, and you swore you could hear a faint whistling coming from it....like it was sucking the very air around it into itself.

"You..." It spoke; its voice was a deep baritone that sounded as if it was trying words for the first time. "You...look? At stars?"

Needless to say you were hesitant- some weird dark alien showed up out of nowhere and offered to show you the stars. Would you be abducted...? You DID want to see, truth be told. And who knows, maybe this could be a fantastical adventure away from your boring life. Deciding to go against your gut instinct, you nodded.

While you were hesitant, it nodded. It tilted its head to the side for a moment, in deep thought. You could swear you heard some sort of growling sound from it...but it didn't look hostile at all.

"I am....Sygnus. Of the stars, I am born. I can show you...what they really look like, if you would like."

Sygnus shifted, moving closer to you. He really towered over you- his hands were big enough to eclipse your head! He was pretty gentle with lifting you up, and his featureless blob of a head suddenly split at a hair-thin seam...revealing a slowly opening maw full of glittering stars. It twinkled and shimmered with a rainbow of colors from nebulae and stars alike. You could even swear you saw miniature planets in there! It was like he had a whole universe inside him, and you were entranced.

So entranced....that you didn't notice the pull on your body that started the moment they opened their mouth. You also didn't notice you were being placed inside until the cool and gooey texture of their body was apparent. Before you could move or protest, a VERY powerful gulp sent you straight down their starry gullet. In an instant, you found yourself floating in a galaxy. The stars twinkled around you, nebulae swirled around your body, the planets danced and shimmered...it was like you were transported to the center of the universe. You could still breathe, and while you were floating...reaching out to touch a planet resulted in you touching something slimy and cold. Was this the stomach of that alien? You didn't feel hurt or anything...

Maybe you could stay for this light show, for a while. This was better than any planetarium you've seen!

[clementine-thedestroyer]

Without You

Warnings/tags: John Price x F!reader, mentions of terminal illness (not specific it’s for neither John or Reader), themes of death and the world ending. The world is technically science fiction I guess but really it’s based on a Tub Ring song. Definitely angst, I cried so much writing it.

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Completely based on the song “Without You” by Tub Ring on the A Choice of Catastrophes album, but I just didn’t want to do the little music inserting thing because it just kinda ruins the vibe

There’s something so beautiful about facing death- or even a fate much worse- and finding all the comfort you need in the fact that wherever you’re going, you’ll be with the one you love. I’ve always thought this song was incredibly heart wrenching, so I wrote a fic for it.

TOTAL LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEMS FAILURE PROJECTED IN [826_DAYS]

The Earth is dying. 

Space travel didn’t work out. There’s no “Earth 2” for us to run to, and the future is unfathomably bleak. Death is a certainty, and in the face of that, there remains one hope: even if our bodies cannot persist, perhaps our minds can live on.

The project had been a stretch. The mere idea of uploading human consciousness to a computer brings with it a load of ethical, moral, and scientific questions- many concerning the very nature of life itself. The proposal alone had sounded far-fetched. Adding on the fact that they were looking at a development timeframe of a little under a year and it was a miracle they’d managed to secure the council's backing. 

But they had, and with the green light they needed, the group spearheading the project had hit the ground running, beginning the largest recruitment campaign in the shelter’s history. 

It was described as the citizen's duty, and at the start, it had been well received. Hundreds of doctors, scientists, and engineers agreed to come work on the project under reduced salaries- you’d been one of them- and even more citizens donated their time and expertise to the project free of charge. 

It was an effort unlike any other. For possibly the first time, the entire human race pulled together to work towards a common goal. It was historic, really, and perhaps to those of a more cynical disposition, deeply ironic, considering the context.

TOTAL LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEMS FAILURE PROJECTED IN [463_DAYS]

Early trials began this month

Others had gone before you in the early trials, but the only volunteers for a project like this were ones with nothing to lose. The project’s early trial participants had all been people whose bodies were giving out on them. Most had some form of terminal illness- usually an advanced cancer- and were projected to have only months left to live.

You’d had the chance to speak with some of them throughout your time on the project. Some told you it was a last attempt to save themselves, but others told you they never believed in the technology in the first place- at least not in its current form. Many of those conversations left you torn up emotionally. You struggled to find where you even stood on the project. Sure, you were one of the people working on it, but did you really believe that it’d be what had been promised?

Those initial tests had confirmed that yes, there was something transferred over in the process, but whether whatever had made it over was truly the same person as had gone in? It was impossible to tell.

However, given the circumstances, no one had much of a choice.

The Earth had been heating up for centuries. Even if humanity had only retreated underground in the past three, you were all painfully aware of the state of the climate above you…. Being unable to repair the cooling system was the nail in the coffin, but the signs had been there all along. Losing the ability to make surface excursions, increasing levels of toxins leaking through the air filtration system, the water rations- everyone knew it was coming.

TOTAL LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEMS FAILURE PROJECTED IN [357_DAYS]

The possibility to be uploaded to the system had been opened to the general public only days ago, but the fact of the matter was that people were scared. They had doubts about the safety of the system, many of which were valid concerns you held yourself. But, with it being only a matter of months until the earth’s surface was projected to reach temperatures higher than what the shelter’s life support systems could counteract, there wasn’t time for people to wait.

TOTAL LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEMS FAILURE PROJECTED IN [351_DAYS]

Within the week, people began calling for government officials and forerunners of the project to go first, but no one stepped forward.

Prove to us that you trust in this technology the public cried. Prove to us that you trust it with your life before we trust it with ours they said, but only silence answered.

If the entire human population- which although it was nowhere near its formal peak, was still no insignificant figure- waited until the very week of the projected life support failure, it would be impossible for everyone to undergo the procedure in time. There’d be hundreds of thousands left behind. They needed people to trust the technology- and they needed them to trust it now.

TOTAL LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEMS FAILURE PROJECTED IN [329_DAYS]

Exactly a month after the program had been opened up and the tensions had only been rising. The population of the shelter bordered on civil unrest, and public opinion on the project had soured greatly.

A general attitude of distrust towards the project and all those involved began to permeate the shelter. Calls were being made to cut funding and scrap the project. The media began to call into question the credentials and capabilities of those at the helm, and tensions between the scientific community and the public were higher than ever. 

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. This was supposed to be a chance for humanity to come together and work towards a common goal. Instead, it’s looking more and more like our last days as a species will be ones of fear, pain, and inevitable violence rather than the salvation we hoped.

That night, you laid in bed beside your husband, tracing your fingers idly over his large, solid chest and admiring the way his deep blue eyes skimmed across the text of the book he held.

“John?”

“Love?”

You swallow thickly, your eyes meeting his as you work up the courage to admit what you’ve been thinking about for weeks now.

“I was going to volunteer myself… to try and encourage others.”

Immediately, John put the book down, dropping it carelessly to the side and cupping your cheek tenderly with his hand.

“Oh baby… no… no no no-“ He mutters, and your heart breaks at the sight of tears in his eyes.

You feel your own eyes start to water and throw your arms around his neck, pulling him close and tucking your face into the crook of his neck, letting your tears smear against his skin.

“You don’t have to do this.” He says softly, carding his hand gently through your hair as he holds you tight.

“I want to.” You assure him, face burning as you struggle not to sob. “I could help people- I could save them.”

“Not you… it doesn’t have to be you… just let someone else make that sacrifice. Let someone else carry the burden for once, please, love.” John whispers, his voice strained and pleading.

You pull away, stroking his cheek and looking at him with all the love in the world.

“John…” You say, your words caught in your throat. “We'll all be dead this time next year no matter what. We agreed we’d do it eventually… better to go quickly when you’re expecting it than to live for months just waiting for the cooling system to give out and for you to be baked to death…”

“Please love- no. I can’t lose you.” John whispers, his hands trembling as he brushes a strand of your hair from your face. “I can’t live without you.”

You start to cry in earnest. Thick, ugly tears stream down your face as you pull John back towards you, planting yourself firmly back into his embrace as you sob.

“I- I don’t want to just wait around to die!!” You bawl, voice cracking with emotion as you feel John’s arms tighten around you, his whole body shaking as tears of his own soak into the back of your shirt.

“I’m going with you.”

TOTAL LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEMS FAILURE PROJECTED IN [322_DAYS]

The week after moves in a blur. There’s a lot of crying between you and John. A lot of I love you’s, a lot of holding each other, and a lot of the softest sex you’ve ever had with the man.

You eventually announce your intentions to your boss- who passes the information on to their boss, who passes the information on to their boss, who then passes the information on to the press manager of the project, who asks you and John if you’d be willing to do the whole thing publicly.

You talk to John and end up declining to have the procedure filmed, but agree to do an interview to allow yourself to be shown off as “proof” the technology is safe.

That’s the whole reason you’re doing this in the first place, isn’t it? To encourage others to take this step?

It’s a question of faith, it’s a question of trust, but you’re not sure where you stand on either, and maybe that’s why you’ll be the first- or at least, the first person with much of a choice- to submit yourself to the procedure.

You and John, of course.

And, of course, it’s John who’s your biggest comfort through it all. Never have you been more sure that you married the right man.

For every interview you struggle through, he’s sitting beside you, answering any questions he can for the both of you and holding your hand tightly in his the entire time, squeezing it affectionately every so often.

Then at night he holds you tightly, his scratchy beard tickling your forehead as he whispers words of love and reassurance to you. You couldn’t do it without his support. You hardly can even with it.

TOTAL LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEMS FAILURE PROJECTED IN [298_DAYS]

The day of arrives, and you’re both given a simple white uniform to change into. The two of you stand together in the cramped changing room, pressed close together in a space really only meant for one person as you share one final private moment.

John strokes your hair, his eyes staring lovingly into yours as his mouth tugs upwards into a small smile.

“I love you.” He says softly, and the simple words nearly break you.

“I’m scared.” You whisper, and the admission is like a crack in a dam- the first hint of doubt quickly followed by a barrage of fear. “I’m scared that I’ve dragged you into this. I’m scared that it was never really those people who we were communicating with after they were uploaded, but just digitized copies of their memories and personalities. I’m scared we’ll die with our bodies and it’ll just be nothingness once we do. I’m scared that even if it works, it won’t be like they said. I’m scared it’ll just be a jumble of all of us and our thoughts and voices- that I won’t be able to tell where I end and someone else begins- or even find you.”

John wraps his arms around you, holding you tight to his chest and pressing your head to his chest, soothingly rocking the two of you back and forth as he comforts you.

“Oh love..” he murmurs, rubbing big circles into your back as your hands clutch at his waist, desperately trying to somehow pull him even closer.

“If we all become a single voice, I will seek you out. If we die with our bodies, I will be there to greet you in whatever afterlife exists out there, and if one doesn’t, I’ll still be there with you. I will always find you. I will always be with you.”

John tilts your head back, having you look at him.

“I will always find you. You hear me? Nothing in this world or the next could ever keep me away from you.”

You stifle a sob, nodding and leaning forward to kiss him. You taste your own tears on his lips, but despite that, it’s tender and loving, and right now, it’s everything you’ve ever needed.

“A-and you promise you don’t feel forced or pressured to do this without me? Because you don’t- you can come later-” 

John cuts you off, shaking his head. “I couldn’t let you do this without me, not when it’s inevitable anyways. Wherever we're going, Love. I'm not joining in without you.”

Again, you cry, only managing to collect yourself after nearly ten minutes of telling John how much you love him.

When the two of you exit the changing room, you keep your hands firmly intertwined. Your eyes are red and puffy, and it’s fairly obvious to anyone looking that you’ve been crying, but no one calls any attention to it.

The room is crowded, with a doctor standing off to one corner and a man and woman you vaguely recognize from working with in the past off to the other.

You’re both offered the chance to pray before you’re instructed to lay down on a pair of exam beds, where a doctor performs a quick examination on the both of you.

The cold swipe of an alcohol pad over your forehead startles you, but you’re quick to settle, looking over to where John lays beside you and jerking out your hand, retaking his and squeezing tightly.

He smiles and you force yourself to smile back, a stray tear threatening to escape despite it all.

An electrode pad is stuck against your forehead once the alcohol dries, then the process is repeated for another four locations.

“I love you.” You say, giving John’s hand a quick squeeze.

“I love you too.” John replies, returning your squeeze with one of his own.

You watch as the process with the electrodes is repeated on John, your smile becoming slightly less forced as his own doesn’t waiver.

The woman who’d been waiting by the door until now steps forward, taking a seat to the side of the beds and introducing herself as she taps away at a screen angled away from you.

“Alright, my name is Madeline and I’m going to be the one doing your transfer. I’m going to count you off, backwards from three, is that alright?” The woman asks, and you look at John, both of you nodding in confirmation to each other before John speaks up.

“We’re ready.”

The woman nods, pressing something on the screen in front of her before she begins.

“Alright… Three.”

“I love you. I love you so much.” You say to John, the words you have feeling completely inadequate to describe the depth of what you feel for the man lying beside you.

“I love you more than you could ever know.” John says back, and you can see it in his eyes that he feels the same way.

“Two.”

A metallic taste fills your mouth and a funny, almost tingling sensation starts at the nape of your neck, radiating slowly out towards the rest of your body, but you pay it no mind, only giving John’s hand another quick squeeze.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

“One.”

“I love you”

“I love yo-”

“I love you…”

“I love...”

“I…”

…..

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[littlesistersti]

The book trailer to my fanfic that I may or may not ever get around to write it. I started writing it ages ago then started over from scratch and well, it’s still a work in progress. Anyways, “28 Month Pirate” / “28 Month Hai Tac” is a platonic Piratalia x F! Viet! Reader or a Hetalia x F! Viet! OC fanfic. For the keywords: Piratalia, Hetalia x Female, Vietnamese Reader or Original Character. The main character can be identified as either Y/N or Thuy. 

Even if the fanfic may never come to life, at least making this movie trailer was fun. Yes, there will be a majority of Pirate! Portugal, Spain, and England. Later on, France and Netherlands and select number of your fave Hetalia characters will show up, including a surprise appearance of someone that you might guess?? Wink wink nudge nudge? 

Technically, Vietnam and reader/Thuy are not Vietnamese since the story takes place during the Le Dynasty and the Dutch maps reads either Tonkin or Cochinechina. Historical things. 

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

☆彡 See my edits in full size on my Tumblr and VK. 

Credits below! Not in chronological order. 

Solo Portugal: World ☆ Stars manga - Chapter 428 https://www.tumblr.com/hetascanlations/685296012116508672/hetalia-world-stars-chapter-428-original?source=share, Art by @kuraudiart on Tumblr, commission for on Causitav on DeviantArt / mylofall on Instagram https://kuraudiart.tumblr.com/post/644874259259424768/pirate-portugal-this-is-a-colored-doodle

Solo England: Ayaka＠nico3a on Pixiv https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/23311273, https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/28768714 

Solo Spain: espino on Pixiv https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/92309156, @yaqamole Tumblr https://www.tumblr.com/yaqamole/677621542377701376/insert-the-pirates-who-dont-do-anythingfrom?source=share

Duo P+E: @rosesandalfazemas on Tumblr https://www.tumblr.com/rosesandalfazemas/757839423262031872/your-eyes-have-the-color-of-the-seas-lad-same?source=share

Duo E+S: Himaruya’s blob, 2009 Dec 31

Duo S+P: Spain art by tumblr vampelune (now dead link, refer to @porcellune) ; Portugal art by @romatito on tumblr

Trio: Hima-san’s blog, 2014 Nov 25

Scotland: @pyrokitten-284 on tumblr, shared on Hetalia community https://www.tumblr.com/communities/hetalia-community/post/773673675238080512/inspiration-struck-and-i-drew-this-man-last-night?source=share

Romano: @lore-55 on Tumblr https://www.tumblr.com/lore-55/755189282070740992/wtf-is-this-quality-day-one-spamanoweek2024?source=share

Ned: Hima’s blog, 2013 Nov 30 

Vietnam, sea: @bighugelargebig on Tumblr https://www.tumblr.com/bighugelargebig/749013324601196544/jai-entendu-la-mer?source=share

VN, pink: Chimco0k (current username @0ndaybia) on Tumblr https://www.tumblr.com/0ndaybia/760488993176584192/its-her-day?source=share | @chimco0k

V, duo: Hima’s blog, 2013 Nov 08

[Backgrounds]

Solo Portugal: Photo by Daniel Burka on Unsplash 

Solo Spain: Photo by Tahir Osman from Pexels: https://www.pexels.com/photo/a-round-glass-window-on-wooden-wall-11724841/, Photo by Martin Martz on Unsplash 

Duo E+S: Photo by Fabian Wiktor from Pexels: https://www.pexels.com/photo/seaside-994605/

Duo S+P: https://pixabay.com/photos/sailing-ship-port-summer-mast-7725132/ Image by WinterSa on Pixabay; Image by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/wintersa-32922768/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=7725132">Sascha Winter</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com//?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=7725132">Pixabay</a>

Trio: Photo by Everett Bowes on Unsplash 

> Hat: Photo by Nick Karvounis on Unsplash 

[Stock videos]

Waves crashing – Video by Mario Krimer: https://www.pexels.com/video/a-sea-wave-crashing-against-a-rock-in-slow-motion-14902912/

Boat wake – Video by Kelly  from Pexels: https://www.pexels.com/video/wooden-boat-traversing-a-river-3978645/

Bubbles 🫧 – Video via Videvo https://www.videvo.net/video/scuba-bubbles/2715/#rs=video-box

Brush pen – Video by C ay: https://www.pexels.com/video/focused-woman-writing-with-traditional-brush-29955520/

Ship, ride – Video by ArtHouse Studio from Pexels: https://www.pexels.com/video/ships-sailing-in-the-ocean-4571675/

Ship, aerial – Video by Arpan Bhatia: https://www.pexels.com/video/aerial-footage-of-a-pirate-boat-in-the-sea-10094924/

Post-credit: “Pirate Goes To The Fog” by Grey_Coast_Media https://mixkit.co/free-stock-video/pirate-walking-through-fog-22460/ < https://elements.envato.com/pirate-goes-to-the-fog-7GDLFTX?utm_source=mixkit&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=elements_mixkit_referral_31JULY2024

[Stock photos]

Crow’s nest: Image by Michael K from Pixabay – https://pixabay.com/photos/pirate-ship-sail-masts-sea-ship-2254096/ 

Helm: Photo by Dmitrii Eliuseev on Unsplash 

Banister, maybe taffrail: Photo by Olga Nayda on Unsplash

Shrouds: Photo by Tanner Mardis on Unsplash

Hook: “Swordfight between Peter and Captain Hook.” Illustration by Francis D. Bedford for the 1911 edition of J.M. Barrie's 'Peter Pan.' https://fineartamerica.com/featured/8-barrie-peter-pan-1911-granger.html 

[Title card] Photo by Ylanite Koppens: https://www.pexels.com/photo/rope-on-a-map-14436274/

Song: Chikyuu Marugoto Hug Shitainda \ Let’s Hug the Earth  https://www.tumblr.com/hetalia-music/652288051110985728/song-chikyuu-marugoto-hug-shitainda-short-version?source=share

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

(｡･ω･｡) thanks for making it to the bottom

[perplexedflower]

Warm Body, Warm Heart

Fandom: Ace Attorney.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Dick Gumshoe x Female Reader.

Type: One shot.

Words: 5,100.

Summary: [Y/N] comes back, traumatized, exhausted, in shock. She comes back, past midnight, way past the time at which she was about to get back. She comes back, to her apartment, to her roommate, to her best friend, to her shelter: to Dick's arms.

Chronology: Any game.

~~~~~~~~~~

With a shaky hand, I reached inside my purse for my keys, which I inserted into the keyhole before I turned the knob and opened the front door. To my surprise, the lights inside were on, their brightness hurting my eyes and making my head dizzy.

And, sitting in the very center of the living room was Dick, sat at the table, which he almost knocked over with his legs as he promptly stood up upon seeing me enter the apartment.

"Dick? What are you doing still up?" I asked him hesitantly.

In all honesty, it mattered little to me why he was not asleep: I was just glad he was not. It was past midnight, and I needed him. I needed his company. I needed his presence.

There was nothing else I needed, nothing else I wanted.

Dick and I lived together in the same cramped apartment we rented, but we were just roommates. Just roommates. Nothing else, nothing more.

That was what I had always told myself.

But that night, after what I had just gone through, I could not deny that I craved his embrace.

And judging by the concerned look on his face and the worry in his eyes, I could tell he, too, was relieved to finally see me being back home.

"I've been worried sick about you, pal! Where have you been all this time?" He asked me in return.

I had always been a bit of a night owl, but even for me, that was later than usual. The last time Dick and I had spoken — which, admittedly, had been in the late afternoon — was when I had informed him that I had plans to meet up with a friend for drinks and dinner.

But I had told him I would be back before dark.

"I know it's late... I'm sorry..." I started with a trembling voice. "I didn't want to make you worry... I didn't think you would..."

I barely took a step toward him before I froze, standing still as I turned my head to my feet, my eyes shut tight.

"... Dick, I... I was walking on the way back home, and, it was dark, and... there was this dog..."

I took another single, slow step closer to him, still in the same stance, but this time with my hands holding my arms, which hugged my chest.

"... Dick, I was so scared..." I murmured with a heavy breath.

"Hey, hey—" He started hurriedly, trying to calm me down. "You're safe now, you're home. That's all that matters."

I was acting very strangely; I knew I was. And I could tell by the timber of his voice that Dick was greatly concerned.

"Did the dog hurt you? Was there anyone else out on the street?" He asked further, trying to get me to open up. "What happened, [Y/N]?"

I remained silent at first, listening to the sound of his voice as I kept my eyes closed, my heart rate progressively slowing down until I felt able to speak clearly.

"... I was walking up the road down the street, and all of a sudden a dog came onto the road out of nowhere." I began to explain while I sheepishly looked up into his eyes. "But it wasn't at all a dog like Missile— Well, actually, it technically was— It was a guard dog, trained for hunting, but it wasn't well-behaved and trained like Missile is... It was a German shepherd, and it came running at me, barking violently..."

"What?!" He exclaimed in both surprise and fear.

The disbelief in his tone told me the description I had made of the dog painted a terrifying mental image in his head: a German shepherd, known for being large, physically imposing, and potentially aggressive, attacking me in the dead of night.

"What happened then? You weren't hurt, were you? Are you okay now?"

"I-I wasn't hurt, don't worry—" I answered in a tone which was meant to reassure him, while I shook my head a little. "I... I guess the gate to its owner's house was opened, so it snuck out... or maybe there was a hole in the fence, or something... Either way, the dog was in the middle of the road and ran up to me while barking, and it kept barking until I backed away far enough..."

I looked back down at my feet as I slowly shrugged.

"It was protecting its house, I guess? I don't know why it was so aggressive, but it didn't bite me... But it did back me into a corner of the road... It was terrifying..."

I closed my eyes once more before I took a few deep breaths, trying to remain composed.

"... I was eventually able to walk past its house after I waited for it to return inside, but it was a really close call... I really thought I wouldn't make it back home in one piece, Dick..."

"But you're here and safe now, pal, and that's what's important." He immediately told me.

Probably due to how pale and shaky I was, I saw him give me his best attempt at a reassuring smile; since Dick and I had first met, he had never gotten to see me so terrified.

And I would have preferred for things to stay that way.

"I can't believe how dangerous this neighborhood's become since all that crime started..." He grumbled under his breath. "This is supposed to be a safe quarter, for God's sake."

"... I wish you'd been there, Dick." I spoke softly after a moment of silence.

As I uttered those words, I felt the temperature of my face rise slightly.

Surely, it was only the stress of the situation getting to me; surely, there was no other reason for me to suddenly flush.

"I kept thinking of you... of how you could have protected me if you had been with me..." I continued, my voice still low. "I just... wanted you to be there, and I wanted to be by your side... I couldn't wait to finally be home."

"I wish I could've been there too, pal..." He responded, his words gentle and tinged with regret.

Silence came to settle between us once more, the room only filled with the gentle noise of the air conditioner running. That, and the sound of my heartbeat resonating within my ears, so loud and so fast it was almost overwhelming; I convinced myself it was only beating at such a rate due to how much stress and fear my encounter with the dog had stirred in me.

I convinced myself it was the only reason. The only explanation behind my increasing shyness.

And, in fact, that very same reason was what pushed me to look up into Dick's eyes at that moment, as my eyebrows furrowed lightly and my fingers started to fidget.

"... Dick... Could... Can you hold me?" I asked him out of the blue, my voice sounding slightly awkward. "I... I could really use a hug right now..."

I witnessed his cheeks turning slightly pink as he slowly nodded.

"Uh... Yeah... Of course I can. Come here." He said, beckoning me towards him.

I took a step forward while still staring into his eyes, until I was faced with his torso, my gaze falling to his chest as he wrapped his arms around me. His strong, warm, comforting arms, the only form of solace my heart sought at that instant.

I felt the slightly sweaty palms of his hands on my cold back, I smelled the scent of his cheap cologne on the collar of his dress shirt tickling my nose, I heard the regular rhythm of his heavy breaths close to my ears, I saw the soothing rises and falls of his chest as his heart beat steadily right before my eyes.

It was pure bliss. It was exactly what my heart desired.

And it was real. Oh so real.

"There..." Dick whispered, gently stroking the top of my head to his chest as he cradled me. "You're safe now."

And for the first time that night, I did feel safe: in his arms, draped in his warmth and his affection, graced with his soothing voice and his comforting presence.

And yet, I remained completely silent. Not necessarily by choice; there were thoughts restlessly running through my mind as we hugged.

God, the things I wanted to say to him.

You feel amazing...

You're so comfortable...

Don't let go...

You mean so much to me...

Your embrace is really warm...

I want to feel your arms around me more often...

But no words came out. None of these thoughts made it past my lips. And I kept quiet as I melted into his arms, as I let all my worries fade away.

Dick, too, remained in silence as he held me; he simply continued to stroke my hair and kept me as close to him as he could. Perhaps he was thinking the same things I was thinking at that moment: but I could not be sure, as he did not utter a word. Not that it was necessary anyway.

The hug we shared was pleasant and comfortable, and his gentle aura surrounding mine was more relaxing than anything. I soon began to feel my heartbeat gradually slowing down and the tension within my chest progressively ebbing.

I took a shaky breath, closing my eyes as I leaned further into his chest, my body all of a sudden feeling rather heavy.

And I could still hear the beating of Dick's heart, slow and steady, even despite how intimately close we were to each other; the sound lulled me further into tranquility, making me feel all fuzzy from the inside.

There was only one thought in my mind at that moment.

I don't want to let go...

But I knew I had to. I could not possibly keep him standing like that forever, after all.

And so, I reluctantly, slowly pulled away from him, feeling a great deal of frustration as I did.

Dick looked down at me with his kind, concerned eyes, keeping his hands firmly on my shoulders.

"Feeling better now, pal?" He asked me in that deep, yet soft voice, the gentleness of his tone and the sweetness of his facial expression making me want nothing more than to dive right back into his arms.

"Yeah... A bit better, yeah." I nodded, the movement as timid as my eyes. "... Thank you, Dick."

I took another deep breath while I let my gaze fall on the small hallway behind him, before it returned to his face.

"... I think I'm going to go to sleep now, I need some rest." I told him with the softest expression I could conjure up despite my weariness. "... You should too, you know... You've stayed up late for me... You shouldn't have. You must be tired."

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine. You get a good night's rest for now, though." He responded, his words quiet and gentle as he slowly released his grip on me. "And if you need me for anything, I'll be in my room... Just knock on my door."

I lost track of time for a brief instant, my mind focused solely on the sensation of his grasp on my shoulders loosening.

"Alright... Thanks." I said with a weakened smile.

Slipping away from his hands completely, I took a weary step forward.

"... Well, you have a good night." I added as I slowly started making my way to my bedroom. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"... Yeah. Good night, pal." He echoed, his voice soft as I felt his eyes gently following me as I shuffled down the hallway. "Sleep well."

And with that, I retreated to my room and closed my door, followed soon after by the sound of Dick doing the same, the two of us parting for the night.

I did not bother turning on the lights right away: I simply made my way over to my bed, my mind occupied by nothing but the thoughts of everything that had just unfolded. Of the way Dick had gently held me in his arms, how he had whispered reassuring words to me, how his hands had stroked my hair as he was keeping me close, how his heart had beaten in such a steady, relaxing rhythm.

I plopped on the mattress and buried my flushed face into my pillows as my heart thumped in my chest, now for an entirely different reason.

Dick was a kind soul. I had always considered him as my best friend; the best friend everyone would ever wish to have. Yet, when I thought back to that moment, back to his tight embrace, it all felt to me like it was much more than a simple gesture between friends.

But it was impossible. I knew it was.

We were roommates. And beyond that, best friends. Nothing more.

So I pushed it all away. All the thoughts. All the emotions. All the sensations.

All the doubts.

I stood up from my bed with a huff, went to the bathroom, got myself ready for the night, then entered my room once more. I undressed, changing into a tank top and shorts; lying back down on my mattress, I took a breath and pulled the sheets over my body.

But now anxiety took over me once more: now that I had chased Dick from my mind, all that remained were my fresh memories of that dreadful dog I had encountered.

The animal's silhouette haunted me as I closed my eyes. I heard the sounds of its low growls echoing inside my ears. I felt its breath as it panted with aggression. I smelled the strong stink in its fur.

Goosebumps appeared all over the surface of my body while I felt my skin crawl, my arms wrapping around myself in a futile attempt at bringing me comfort; futile, as it did not work. My mind continued to be tormented by the canine's image.

"... Help me..." I whimpered under my breath, my grip tightening around my own body, my face flushing with heat as tears gathered in the corners of my eyes.

I wanted it to end.

I wanted to sleep.

But I could not rest. My heart was pounding in my chest, my breathing was shallow, and my limbs were shaking as if I were trapped in an ice house.

"... Dick..." I continued to whisper to myself, my voice shaky, my eyelids too heavy to keep open. "... I need you..."

And I knew I needed him.

Tears still tickling the edges of my eyes, I threw my bedsheets aside, unable to bear their weight any longer, and stumbled out of bed. My vision was hazy and my knees felt weak under my weight: I could barely stand, but I did not care. I made my way out of my room and, with trembling knuckles, knocked on my roommate's door.

I waited a few seconds while my heart beat with increasing force. I stood helpless and hopeless, until, finally, the door before me slowly opened by a fraction, revealing a half-asleep Dick standing behind it, his eyes half-open.

"... [Y/N]? Do you need something?" He asked quietly, his voice filled with concern despite the sleepiness. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"Y-You... You said that... if I need you for anything... I can knock on your door..." I murmured between breaths.

My gaze was fixed on the floor for a moment, before I glanced up at him.

"... Can I come in... please?"

"Of course, pal." He nodded without a trace of hesitation, his eyes still heavy but his voice still soft.

He stepped aside, holding the door open for me.

"Come in, it's all right."

I slowly entered his bedroom as he closed the door behind us, then took a brief look around: at his bedside lamp, at his messy bed, and, ultimately, at him. Even in the dim light, I could see he was close to bare, wearing only a pair of dark brown boxer shorts that matched his eyes, leaving his broad and muscular chest exposed.

"... Thanks, Dick..." I eventually said quietly. "I... I'm sorry for waking you up like this... I know it's late... You already stayed up for much longer than you should've for me, and I'm sure you just want to sleep already..."

"... Tell you the truth, I've been havin' trouble finding sleep myself. I was kind of dozing off... but not asleep asleep." He told me with a chuckle, his voice gentle as he slowly sat down on his bed. "So don't ya worry about that, really."

Somehow, inexplicably, a part of me was put at ease knowing we were both going through the same situation, knowing we could relate to each other.

The only response I gave him was a subtle, gentle nod, the slight pink on my cheeks hardly visible in the darkness of the room.

"... So, what's on your mind? Are you still stressed about the dog?" He calmly asked me after a moment of silence. "Don't tell me you can't sleep 'cause of the shock, pal."

The pink hue on my face turned darker in shame. I said nothing at first, too embarrassed to admit it.

"Hey, don't be embarrassed, it's okay." He reassured me, his voice sweet and his smile warm. "You've nothin' to be ashamed of, pal. You went through something really scary, it's totally normal you're having trouble sleeping after something like that."

"... I'm scared, Dick..." I let out in a shaky whisper, my eyes falling to my feet. "I can't get rid of that image... of its smell... of the sound of its barks... They've all been haunting me since it's happened... And I can't rest because of it... Not with those fresh memories stuck in my head..."

I brought my hands up to my arms, hugging myself defensively.

"... I've been trying to fall asleep since I told you good night, but... but I just can't manage to." I carried on. "All I've been thinking about is everything that happened... I can't help it. It just... won't go away, no matter how hard I try. It's like it's stuck in my head... I can't stop seeing that dog..."

"It's alright, [Y/N], I understand." He said in return, nodding his head slowly. "And you're safe now. You're here, with me, and that mutt can't get to you here. Hell, even if it could, I wouldn't let it... I know it's hard for you to forget about it right now, but eventually you will and it's all gonna be okay."

As I listened to him talk, I raised my eyes to his face and saw the most sympathetic expression I had ever seen from him, his gaze filled with kindness and understanding.

His words were comforting and soothing: exactly what I needed. But I knew his words were not enough. I knew my heart and soul ached for something else, something more.

"... Dick, I... I know it's... a little strange of me to ask... and a little... awkward, but... Could I... Could I maybe sleep in your bed tonight?" I asked hesitantly, my voice barely above a whisper as I continued to shyly look into his eyes. "... I don't think I can stay alone tonight, and... I don't think I'm ready to go back to my bedroom... So... if I could... stay with you tonight... I think I could maybe manage to find sleep..."

A few seconds of silence followed as those words left my mouth. My roommate simply stared at me with an expression of surprise and bashfulness plastered on his face. He sat, quiet and frozen, his mouth slightly agape, his eyes slightly wide, his face slightly flushed.

"... Y-Yeah... Sure." He finally replied with a nod after his moment of contemplation. "... Of course you can, pal... Go ahead, you can hop in."

With a gentle sigh of relief, I nodded my head back at him before I slowly made my way toward his bed and timidly lay on the mattress by his side.

"Thanks, Dick..." I muttered as I slipped between the covers, their softness and warmth providing me with instant comfort. "... Really."

"Don't mention it, [Y/N]." He said in a sweet voice as I felt him lying down beside me. "Like I said, I'm here for ya, pal... I'll always be here for ya."

With those words, he turned off the light on his nightstand and turned his back to mine. The room was now dark. Silence lingered between us as I gently pulled the blanket up to my chin. My body was still a bit tense, but only because I could feel Dick's warmth by my side. And although the fear of that earlier encounter was still there, although the memories were still present and prominent in my mind, I felt safe.

I was there, lying next to Dick, in his own bed. I was safe. I was protected. I could not help but blush as that realization occurred to me.

Even if a small part of my brain refused to shut off and was insisting on bringing those dreadful memories back, I did my best to push them aside, determined to focus on the warmth of the moment instead; and on the warmth of the person sleeping next to me, just inches away.

Time passed as I lay there with my eyes fixed on the wall, the minutes stretching for what seemed to be ages; although exhaustion weighed heavily on me, slumber simply refused to take hold of me, my thoughts too loud to let me drift off to sleep.

I delicately rolled over onto my other side, my body making barely audible sounds as it brushed between the sheets and the mattress. Dick was still lying with his back to me. I could hear the quietness of his breathing.

I observed his figure in the darkness of the room, unable to take my eyes off him: I lingered on the shape of his muscular shoulders, on the broadness of his back, on the way his spine rose and fell slowly while he inhaled and exhaled.

And then I could no longer hold myself back.

Without a word or a sound, I moved closer to him until my body was pressed into his; I almost recoiled at the sudden sensation of his bare skin against my limbs. I restrained myself and only twitched slightly as I timidly wrapped an arm around his torso and hesitantly rested my head against his back.

On impact, a soft gasp of surprise escaped him at the same time as his body tensed up around me, his whole frame going rigid, save for a shiver that I felt run through him.

"[Y/N]? W-What are you—" He began to ask me in a trembling voice but cut himself off before he could finish.

As he fell quiet, I held my breath: I was suddenly filled with dread at the thought that, perhaps, I had made a terrible mistake.

"I-I'm sorry— I know this must be weird for you..." I said quietly, my tone as uncertain as my emotions. "... I know t-this is very sudden and probably strange to you... b-but... I just..."

My voice drifted off into silence as I struggled to find the right words to express myself.

"... I just wanted to be close to you..."

Silence continued to weigh on us; then, I heard him exhale slowly, felt his body tensing up ever so slightly.

"... Do... Do you... wanna be even closer?" He hesitantly asked, and I could picture the flush on his face through his voice. "Because... I don't mind... if that's what you want."

His offer caught me off-guard and left me stunned, but I quickly composed myself and nodded against his back as my heart started racing.

"... Yeah... I do." I answered, my murmur tender.

There was another moment of silence, and then he gently took my hand in his and cautiously intertwined our fingers. The gesture was so soft, so delicate, as if he was afraid I would pull away from him at any second. But that was the last thing I wanted to do, my heart swelling with a spark that made me crave his touch more than anything.

As I lay there, pressed against Dick's warm body, my heart racing and my breath uneven, I could not help but feel a strange mixture of emotions swirling inside me: I was nervous and excited, I was vulnerable and protected, all at once. His gentle touch, the warmth of his skin, the rhythm of his breathing against my face; all of it was both familiar and foreign, and yet, it felt right.

I closed my eyes and buried my face against his back. The muscles of his shoulder blades beneath my cheek were firm, strong, but the hair on his chest was soft and relaxing to caress. He was so much bigger than me, so much stronger in so many ways: and despite it all, in that moment, I felt so perfectly secure with him.

Time seemed to lose all meaning as I clung to him, unable to find the will to let go. My body may have been tired, but my mind was wide awake, caught between a strange mixture of confusion and relief. I pondered over my feelings, marching through them as they raged inside me, Dick's embrace keeping me grounded in comfort and serenity.

As I lay there, listening to the sound of his breathing, I knew I had at last found the solace I had been seeking since the very beginning: a solace I never wanted to let go of.

"... I think I'm in love with you." I suddenly blurted out in the quietest of whispers, my grip on him tightening as the words slipped through my lips.

At my unprompted confession, I felt his body tense up once more under my touch. He held his breath for a moment, his fingers gripping my hand firmly.

"... Did... Did you... just say that you're in love with me?" He asked in a trembling voice, a note of disbelief in his tone.

I nodded shyly, my heart hammering so hard in my chest I thought it would burst out; I was unsure of what his response would be, of whether he would reject me or reciprocate my feelings. But, at that moment, all I cared about was being honest, with him and myself.

"... I think... I always have been." I spoke up after a moment, my voice barely above a whisper.

Both of us remained perfectly still, lost in our respective thoughts and emotions. Then, to my surprise, Dick shifted slightly under my touch, rolling over onto his other side so he could face me. He pulled me impossibly closer to him, wrapping his strong, muscular arms around me in a gentle, but firm embrace.

"... I... I've always felt the same way about you, too..." He confessed quietly, his voice filled with emotion. "I just... I never really knew how to tell you... and I didn't know if you could feel the same way... and I was too afraid to say anything, because I... I didn't want to risk losing you..."

His heavy words affected both of us: his breath against my skin, warm and reassuring grew unsteady, while my heart palpitated with happiness and relief. All this time, we had both been harboring feelings for one another, too scared to express them, but now we had finally taken that leap together, and it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck, the steady rhythm of his pulse beating against my skin. I had never felt so loved and safe.

"... I'm so glad you were brave enough to tell me." He whispered softly, looking into my eyes affectionately. "And... And I want you to know that I'll always be here for you, no matter what happens. I'm never gonna leave your side, not for anything in the world."

One of his hands slid from the back of my head to my face, gently cupping my cheek as he made me look into his eyes.

"... I love you, [Y/N]." He murmured, his voice barely audible in the quiet of the room as he locked his gaze with mine.

"... I love you too, Dick." I replied in a tone as quiet as his, my words filled with sincerity and warmth.

And then, as if in a dream, his lips met mine, capturing them in a soft and tender kiss. As our lips connected, the world around us immediately faded away: the worries and fears that had plagued me earlier began to melt into distant memories, leaving only the feeling of his touch, of his warmth, and of his love. In that moment, all that mattered was he and I, joined in a way that words could never fully express. I could feel the electricity in his touch pulsing through me, igniting a fire within my core that burned with passion and desire.

And I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that I never wanted to let go of him.

We gently pulled back from the kiss, both of us full of an intense mix of emotions. Our foreheads rested against each other, neither of us speaking as we simply lay in his bed, enjoying the feeling of being so close to one another, savoring this newfound intimacy between us. As I gazed into Dick's eyes, I felt a sense of awe and wonder: this man, this incredible man who had always been there for me, had now become mine, and I had become his.

Although I wished for the moment to stretch out into infinity, fatigue eventually began to claim us both: as our eyelids started to droop, Dick pulled me even closer to him and planted a tender kiss on my temple.

"Let's get some rest, now." He lovingly whispered in my ear, his voice a tickling murmur against my skin. "I'll keep telling you how much I love you some more in the morning, but for now, we should both be gettin' some rest... Together."

I nodded with a small, tired smile, exhaustion settling in and enveloping me like a warm blanket.

With a soft sigh, I snuggled into Dick's embrace, my body fitting perfectly against his. His warmth and the steady beating of his heart lulled me into peace, and, slowly, my eyes finally closed for the night.

[arcane-vagabond]

Serious red flags from Cole and those flags have been waving since he was introduced. I feel like he’s the killer. He wants something to do with Skipper. I’m guessing that he’s into her and I got those vibes A LOT from when he suggested covering up her mark with a necklace. Like he clearly knows what that mark is….. why does he want her to cover it up. You know how serial killers usually go after one type of victim (sometimes its by looks, but since this is technically a reader insert we will say its by some other characteristic)? I think he is going after young women for a reason and I think Skipper happens to be someone he has his eye on and he’s going to try something. Maybe he wants a mate and the young woman are people he’s tried to force the mating ritual upon and they’ve died because of it.

I know skipper can handle herself and not to seem like a damsel in distress myself but I want to see Jake kick his ass

Huh…that’s an interesting theory

WILD if it was true

This is all assuming Cole is, in fact, the killer of course

[sunriseverse]

twenty questions for fic writers!

tagged by @chirpybirdy (thank you!!!)

tagging: @lucientelrunya @butchybats @cedarbranch @lunarriviera @killerandhealerqueen and anyone else who wants to participate! questions below the cut.

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

434 in total! about half of those are from when i was a pacrim writer, though.

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

1,407,660 as of today! i am, unfortunately for all of you, possessed of hands and the ability to string words together, and i'm making that everyone else's problem. i've written 136,786 of that this year, and i'm hoping i can hit 200k this year (last year i had an all-time high of over 300k+, which i'm very smug about; i don't think i can hit that again this year, though, because i'm busy as all hell). my total wordcount to works ratio has changed a lot in the years i've been on ao3—2019-2021, i wrote a lot of fics, but each of them was fairly short; now i write probably ~20-50 fics per year but each one is a minimum 2k, usually 5k+.

3. what fandoms do you write for?

at the moment: dmbj (sha hai focus), zmyx/swwht (mostly a show setting with novel elements), and tgcf.

4. top five fics by kudos

the kudos count for overall pisses me off so i'm giving my 2024 kudos data. we have not long to love: 327 kudos, m, 13k, nanqiu nie huaisang and the no good, very bad day: 241 kudos, t, 3k, gen god knows i can never get rid of habits: 227 kudos, e, 12k, nanqiu my dear, let me buy a red painted boat (and carry you away): 82 kudos, t, 5k, hualian hunger, bright: 81 kudos, m, 8k, nanqiu

5. do you respond to comments?

i try and respond to every comment i get! as an author, i want my readers to know just how much i value their comments, because getting comments really does make my day. usually i'll write some variation of "thanks for commenting, i'm glad you liked the fic!" and then maybe insert a reply to a specific thing they said in the middle, if applicable.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

recently? probably heartsmudged (dmbj ficlet, pingpangxie, pangzi pov)(also on tumblr here). technically there's nothing overtly angsty happening, but it's set during one of the most depressing times in canon for poor pangzi, and he's going through it.

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

not sure what i'd call the "happiest" fic ending? most of my fics have happy endings, so it would be hard for me to choose one. i guess a single slip brings sorrow has the most dramatic shift from angst to joy at the end.

8. do you get hate on fics?

not on ao3 because people know how to behave (mostly) but i have gotten hate on ffnet, because ffnet is a cesspit of the worst types of commenters. i've had comment moderation enabled for years because i don't have any interest in allowing that shit to stay up.

9. do you write smut?

i mean, do i write smut for smut's sake on purpose? no. however apparently some of the characters i'm writing really, really want to have sex, and sex makes sense narratively, and so i've lately wound up writing smut. mostly minimally descriptive, though, because i'm more focused on the emotions.

10. craziest crossover?

probably my iasip/tma crossover, statement begins. (i have other crossovers that never got published, but i'm not counting them for the purposes of this post.)

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge. i do have a note up on my profile on ao3 and ffnet letting people know that if my work is found anywhere but on those two accounts or my tumblr then i didn't consent to its posting, though. i hope that if this ever happens someone would let me know.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

i've had someone ask before, but as of five years on, it's not happened yet.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

i have! not sure i would do it again, because it requires a lot of coordination, and i generally don't have the patience to wait on other people; my pace of writing is both unpredictable, hectic, and frenetic.

14. all time favorite ship?

an agony...........how can i choose.............ozma/dorothy.

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

technically not a fic per se but i started writing out a set of zhang sect precepts for sunrise based on the yan family precepts but i didn't get very far into it because trying to emulate the tone of the yan family precepts made me discover a deepseated hatred. this is what it's looked like for a couple months now and it's unlikely to ever be completed because the yan family precepts are stupidly long and i don't know if i could keep that up.

16. what are your writing strengths?

description! i've been told my writing style is very descriptive, and i can see that. i love writing things in detail and using sensory descriptions to make the scene feel more intimate. it's probably not to everyone's tastes but it's my writing and i do what i want.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

updating regularly. if i have a longfic the update rate is between me and universe and i'm not invited to the party. also action-heavy fics. there's a reason my plots tend to focus on emotions rather than action.

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

if it's a language i don't know, probably just "[x] said in a language [y] didn't understand" or "[x] said in french" or something. that said because most of what i write is for cdramas/cnovels these days, and since i write everything from the perspective of "this is an english translation of a chinese original" i usually don't wind up writing anything that's not in english beyond a word or two here or there. if i were writing a fic for an english language novel/show and someone were speaking chinese or turkish (or maybe german) i would probably also just write it as "[x] said in [language]" because i find that foreign language text usually breaks my immersion.

19. first fandom you wrote in?

on ao3, warriors. in real life on paper, probably also warriors.

20. favorite fic you've written?

how am i meant to choose...........i love all my fics.....................anything from sunrise 'verse i guess.

[kiichu]

🍓🥤🐇🎨

Writer Asks!!

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

I've always been super creative and into fandoms. As a kid, I would write Pokemon stories (one of my friends even did a "book report" on one of them hehehe). I had so much lore about Purtail, my made-up Pokemon OC. She had a backstory, canon interactions, friends, family, etc... idk, lots of story there. When I got into junior high, I was making stories about anime characters/more Pokemon (this time a swearing Sneasel). But those weren't technically "fanfiction" - I mean I guess they were, but they weren't published online. So when I was 13, I was searching Kiyoshi Mitarai (my Yu Yu Hakusho blorbo) and found... Fanfiction.Net? What's that?? Oh my god, stories? About my blorbo?? That other people wrote!? Whoa, I should write one too! I should write more, like some from Death Note and FMA and Pokemon and--!! And the rest is history.

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

You mean besides you~? Okay, here's a few.

Addicted by DancingDog (Hazbin Hotel)

Stingers Under Skin by Sapless_Tree (The Beekeeper movie - seriously, check out this fic if you've seen the movie)

Demons of Manhattan by bictionality (Daredevil)

Strange Things Like Mercy by @foxtophat (Far Cry 5)

The Devil You Know by 94BottlesofSnapple (Zero Escape)

...oops, I guess you did get on that list, after all! ;)

🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both? 

...none of the above? Haha, I actually detest reader inserts, and OCs are on thin fucking ice. More power to you if you like those things, I just don't.

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

For my fics? Well I've commissioned quite a few. Here are some!

by @lelelicious for CLIPPED - I also plan on uploading this as its own post tomorrow actually :)

by @raposabranca for Electric Sheep (always always a fave <3)

I... actually don't know who the OP of this is I'm sorry ;; (please let me know if you drew it because it is actual fanart that I did not purchase and I am like forever forever grateful and love it so much)

[the-s1lly-corner]

Ooouuuugh I wanna write metalocalypse stuff so bad but I'm scared/wary for a few reasons despite there BARELY being any x reader content for the fandom

1. While this could just be me being overly critical of myself I still feel that sometimes I write characters OOC, of varying degrees. And, especially with metalocalypse, despite it being a STRONG hyperfixation since August, I still struggle with pin pointing personalities and coming up with unique ideas (perhaps its because the characters are different from the stuff I usually consume?)

And

2) a lot of the main cast, which I would likely be writing for, are dirty minded (namely 1 but I love the character and I wouldn't dare cut him) and you guys already know my firm rule on NSFW- though would it still count if it were vague and just expressing desire rather than action?

I'm

Unsure

But on the other hand I still want to give a crack at it, since the content for reader inserts seem to be few and far between and I love this show and the characters so much

I mean technically I've already opened the door with my knubbler writings and DKM host hc list

So I guess

Unofficially, this is an invitation for people to send stuff in for MTL, guess it's better to take a crack at it rather than shut it down before giving it a chance

Shrugs

Maybe I'll make a proper post reiterating my rules and boundaries once I've had more time to think on this

I guess another reason I'm wary of opening them is because I'm scared of growing resentment for mtl... because while I still love writing for TADC, there have been multiple instances where I've grown irritable when handling this blog that (thankfully) taking breaks has helped with, but not fully.. stopped

Idk I'm weird, perhaps it's an over saturation thing or something

Anyways ramble over

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Let's get real! How about 💘 🌿 🍉 🎀 and 💞?

💘Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?

Honestly? There's a-lot of my fic's I would like to rework/re-edit/rewrite, but if I was to single out two in particular: Marvel Descendants: The Art Of Mischief and Ninja's Unite Book 1. Just because I'm not proud of some of the earlier writing in both fics, aka grammar issues in Art Of Mischief and it being clear I had no clue what I was doing at times and throwing shit to the wall and hoping it stuck, while Ninja's unite earlier on writing does feel like its leaning heavily into the angst and not you know, the characters. But while I am planning to try and reboot Ninja's Unite, it a bit difficult to redo Marvel Descendants: The Art Of Mischief, since stuff from the book has been mentioned in stories set after it, so its sadly in hiatus state forever at this point unless I find a way out of the corner I've written myself into (aka another reason for singling out this fic here).

🌿how does creating make you feel?

When I do get to do creating? I guess I feel good, since I do love writing my characters and their fic's, and I love getting ideas for them, really. But not gonna lie, do get anxiety a-lot lately when creating, and it's pretty hard to fight at times, hence why I said when I do get to create, really...

🍉in what ways has writing helped you process trauma and/or navigate through your own life?

Just writing in general really, helps me navigate life, since writing means I escape to another world all together and aren't in reality where things are honestly, a mess a-lot of the time. Like, I still remember starting to write LGBT+ stuff around the time I was beginning to realize I was bisexual, but also attended a religious secondary school and had a mom who seemed to hate me briefly when I tried to come out to her, meaning writing was the only way I could be happy there with being myself. And while childish looking back, I remember making self-inserts of former friends and such in MH OCs so my own self-insert could deal with stuff and actually be happy afterwards.

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing.

Honestly? Moving on from copying Disney Descendants for Marvel Descendants. Best decision I ever made, really. It meant the series could become its own thing and do different plots and writing for the characters. Characters like Jayla likely wouldn't exist if it wasn't for that decision, so thank the gods I made.

💞what’s the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language.

All of them are important to me, really, since they all play important parts. But if I was to pick one or two: plot and characters, since you need a good plot to make the story work or it falls apart pretty fast, but you also need good characters that not only work with the plot but also are likeable to read for both readers and you, the author, looking back.

Let's get real!

[satyricplotter]

to me writing an OC and writing a reader are two separate processes. i don't know why people think coming up with an OC is any different than normal character writing. perhaps trying to adhere yourself to another person's world and cast can feel limiting, but that's no different from just writing fanfiction to me. and besides, that's sort of what piqued your interest in the first place, isn't it? you saw a story and you thought oh, there's a place for a person like this and that in here, i wish i could see it. or this would be a nice plot for a fic but it would need a specific presence which cannot be filled by any of the canon characters, at least not without butchering them, so this requires an OC. so you create a character and give them the very same considerations you would as if you were the original author, which is to say: how does their personality fit with the cast of characters? how do they complement the theme of the story? why is their presence in the story necessary? what novelty do they bring? what problem do they cause? and so on and so forth.

frankly to me self-inserting into an OC is impossible. i've tried it once or twice, writing myself into a story, but i always find myself deviating. i get too attached to what the story needs, what i would find most compelling about this new person, rather than what would be true to myself. (i feel like it has to be said that i do not make a very good protagonist, anyway). a character to me is a whole person. even if they're a lot like me, they're not me. and even if i managed to make them me, that doesn't mean i would prefer the story that fits me over the story i think is most interesting to me. this is also why i don't necessarily enjoy that subset of reader fic that writes a scenario that can be applied to multiple characters, even though they can be well written and i do agree that a lot of characters exist in conversation with a specific archetype. it's not so much about the action per se but about it being filtered through the lens of that character that does it for me. it's why i can agree that both character a and character b would do this, but the specific nuances behind how and why make all the difference, even if you're not necessarily displaying that textually. not that i am character master 3000 but yk. this is baseline stuff everybody does

but writing a reader is something else. there is a specific purpose inherent in the practice. you are writing for somebody else. i think that's fun, really, though i gather most writers pale at the idea for one reason or another (it's silly to pretend we don't write for other people imo but i guess this is a most direct format). there is a very intentional relationship i am establishing between myself as a writer and you the reader and they the character. there needs to be space left within the narrative for the reader to step into, but not enough that they're barely there, a pale phantom against the brightness of the character. that's a tricky balance to maintain, and it deserves its own consideration. it's true that it's easier in a way, given that you don't have to come up with a background, but it is also complicated and technical in its own way. and here you know that you will be read and you will be inspected. this ought to be done so that the reader finds themselves in the text, so that their presence is made experience. if only for five minutes.

and i think it's beautiful, really, in its own way. perhaps i'm overly sentimental. i just like that connection. even when i'm writing very weird or difficult topics, it's fun to imagine someone being titillated or shocked or conflicted in the way i wrote, and it being about themselves. i think this is a sentiment a lot of x reader writers will agree with. i do write this all for you. i do it for me too, of course, and sometimes more so and sometimes less so, but it's always for you. and the particular constraints the format suffers from mean that you specifically are not the one being catered to (and perhaps that is what some people cannot wrap their heads around), but i always think of reader fic, or at least my reader fic, as an invitation to imagine yourself in the shoes of this other identity. you are a superhero who's moral code is being challenged. you are a wilting flower whose purity is in peril. you are a common worker who'd love not to be part of all this nonsense. reader fic is not trying to be absolute and universal, because we are not silly people who cannot understand that you'd act differently. it's trying to ask you what would it take for you to be different? and if you were different, would you do this? do you want to imagine it with me?

[h-doodles]

OKAY FILO READER X LARISSA X MARILYN IS LIKE. hold on

im making use of tagalog here im TOO keyed up to translate everything!!!!! just ask clarifications in the comments ig ANYWYAS!!!!

@muffintopxs @yannavility LETS GO MGA BHIE LETS GO

SO BASICALLY established Marilyn/Larissa here :) para masaya <3

They're official and people know but they're just lowkey abt it hehe :3c

ALSO Marilyn IS Laurel but she's not out for revenge, she's gotten therapy and like. Larissa knows and supports her gf <3 & actually hold on. semi inspired by Daylily by GhostedPast (ao3) BASAHIN NYOOOOOO ANG GANDAAAAAA

ANYWAYS

Filipino reader is Nevermore's new chef, currently training to take over one of the old ones bc they're retiring etc etc and well, a job posting overseas? reader snaps it up for the opportunity <3

Anyways im gonna use my Self Insert rn para di ko na need paulit-uliting reader hahaha

introducing Helene G. Salazar, 24 years old; youngest of 3 siblings; recent graduate of BS in Hotel, Restaurant and Institution Management major in Culinary Arts from the De La Salle College of Saint Benilde :)

(im not tho. for story purposes only!!!)

guess im gonna draw her in her chef outfit later but for all intents & purposes the old drawing of me/helene in that doodle dump aka my old hair pre-dye in a half down/half-up bun!!!

basically physical attributes include: being 5'1, having dark brown eyes, dark hair & fair-ish skin :) little scarring & callouses in her hands from handing kitchen tools etc

MOVING ON

So Helene is the materially spoiled, emotionally neglected youngest child to a prominent business magnate so you know she's got issues, but she's been working on them (dont worry <3) and lives a fairly decent lifestyle out in an appartment she rents with her friends near their college (...sorry being a semi rich bitch is literally a dream and like. yeah. IN THIS ECONOMY NGA NAMAN KASI.... + living with your friends is a literal dream IM SO SAD its not happening to me!!!!!)

She's had enough of living under her father's thumb, and being expected to fully work for one of their restaurant lines thanks to the degree she insisted to pursue, constantly compared to her more "accomplished" siblings (who she DOES love but dear god, she only ever wants them in small doses), and well, after her mother died, it's not like living in the family mansion was any more bearable when she was still alive. and etc which is why she's ready & packed after graduation actually <3

OK BRAINWAVE BUT I CAN SEE AS THE ONE CHEF RETIRING AS HER UNCLE (MOTHER'S SIDE) who's her favorite relative and the reason she discovered her loved cooking & pursued her degree and like. Yeah :)

He calls her up and asks halfway through her last year if she'd be interested to move in Canada if he ever retires and be his replacement and like. Yeah, actually! That'd be nice :)

ANYWAYS

SO SHE ARRIVES DURING NEVERMORE'S SUMMER BREAK, meeting up with her uncle i'm now naming Rafael :) and brings her to his appartment in Jericho to learn the ropes & show her around etc etc before he brings her to Nevermore and like.

She's cool & optimistic during the interview & live testing with a member of the board (Larissa & the other teachers were out for a conference, so they dont meet her yet) & she gets in! she's starting the coming school year :) but she's free to come in & learn the ropes from the other chefs <3

Anyways while most of the teachers were out, the rest of the staff were going in and out as well, with no kids to look after but still a castle to maintain so. Helene learns the passages & meets & befriends new staff everyday :)

OH BTW Helene is. technically a normie here, but I want to incorporate her Mom being a Diwata/Engkantada >< but she's only inherited a slightly powered green thumb out of all the powers her mother used to have. thats the price she had to pay for living in the city & not being able to connect to nature much tbh

(the rest of the family are normies tho. Her siblings were each from another woman, he remarried 3 times and after Helene's mom died, he just gave up on love and focused on his business. Tio Rafael on the other hand is an Engkanto as well, but his powers were more focused on luck rather than nature, so he was free to go as he pleased)

ANYWAYS bringing to their first meeting! OFC Larissa knew one of their long-time chefs were retiring and wished to know the replacement as soon as posible but since the interview took place during the time she & Marilyn & the other teachers were out in a 2-week long teacher's conference, she hadn't been able to meet the new chef directly

SO cue to the day they come back, but it's Helene's day off instead and she's stocking up on herbs & spices & plants to bring to the quarters assigned to her when school starts SO this way, she meets Marilyn first— they reach for the same plant in the plant nursery and she's flustered for being caught unawares and also. HELP hot redhead stranger alert!!!! so she tells the woman to go ahead and take it and like

Marilyn: Oh that's kind of you, sweetie, but you're not from around here, are you? You should take it if you've gone all this way for this one! I can always wait for the next shipment, I'll just tell them to hold one since I'm a regular here after all :) *fixes her eyeglasses*

Helene, disaster lesbian in the presence of a v hot AND v kind redhead milf: Oh but I- um,,, are you sure? I don't really need it urgently, and I can also just come back here next time, Miss...?

Marilyn, smiling: Don't worry about it! And it's Marilyn. Marilyn Thornhill.

Helene: Well, if you're sure, then thank you very much Miss Thornhill! I'm Helene, Helene Salazar. I actually just moved here a few weeks ago, I was just stocking up on these for my cooking.

Marilyn: Please, just call me Marilyn, I get enough of that with my students! And Salazar? Are you by any chance the new chef replacing Rafael for Nevermore this coming year?

Helene: Okay, Miss— *Mari mock glares & Helene laughs* Marilyn— please call me Helene in return. And yes, I am! Tio Rafa's very excited for it to come so he can travel already, to be honest. I'm guess you're the Botany teacher then?

And basically they hit off and become friends :3c (Helene's TOTALLY crushing hard but doesn't let it show,,,,,) & leave after almost an hour of chatting & browsing through the rest of the plants

Marilyn TOTALLY tells Larissa abt the super nice encounter with the friendly new chef when she finally gets back so ofc Larissa is now even more intrigued in meeting her :)))))

ANYWAYS

im still wondering whether or not Larissa & Helene keep missing each other but Helene & Marilyn literally bump so often they're besties at the point Larissa meets Helene and its like. hee hee honk honk moment to Helene bc HOLY SHIT. how can she miss this 6'6 (okay, 6'3 w/ 3 inch kitten heels) silver haired goddess?????

And at that moment Helene gay panics a bit bc thats also. HER BOSS and oh no she's tall and hot and smells super nice and THAT ACCENT???? BABE help

so she's short & respectful & a lil spacey and excuses herself to gk so Larissa is sad Helene doesn't seem to like her while Marilyn is just. HM. getting this girl gay as fuck vibes here. but only internally bc ofc she wants to test her theory :3c

Helene makes up for it by slowly getting used??? to the woman & stalking finding out & learning how to make/whipping up Larissa's favorite desert a few weeks later and like.

(her love language is acts of service & making food kasiiiii hehe na fall na sya agad)

Helene: So for dinner I thought we could shake up the deserts for a bit; I found fresh strawberries in the Farmer's Market yesterday and got inspired—

Marilyn: Oh, that Shortcake looks positively divine! Did you know that's Larissa's favorite? You could literally lay down a slice and next thing you know, she's halfway through it the next second!

Helene: Really? Oh, well, I hope you like it, Principal Weems—

Larissa: *already savoring the first bite & moans a little with how good it is* Oh, it's DEFINITELY liked, Miss Salazar—

Marilyn: See?

Helene: *FUCKING BLUSHING INSIDE BUT TRYING TO NOT LET IT SHOW BUT HER EARS ARE RED-TIPPED & MARI NOTICES & IT'S A GOTCHA MOMENT. TO HER.* W-well, I'm glad my baking skills pass the test :)

Larissa: *purrs w/ a little playful smirk* Oh, Miss Salazar, I dare say you've gone exceeded them. *eats another bite*

Marilyn: Say, Helene, would you consider making me a Blueberry cheesecake next? I've been craving some like crazy— *tilts her head a little, getting Helene's attention, now testing her OTHER hypothesis*

Helene: *looking towards to Mari, soft & slowly going 0 thoughts head empty, nodding* O-of course, Mari! I've actually got ahold of a fresh batch as well, I've got them stored in the fridge and I'll make you them for tomorrow.

Marilyn: *smiling* Thank you, sweetheart. I already can't wait to taste it, i'm sure it'll be— *also digs in her cake and moans* —as wonderful as this cake!

Helene: *grinning dopily, DEFINITELY NOW 0 thoughts head empty* Hehehe stop na po, you're both very kind but i'm shy—

Larissa: You know, darling, you should just take the compliment.

Marilyn: Savor it properly, or else we might just have to train you to take them.

Helene: *processing*

Helene: *ERROR 404 LOCAL LESBIAN DEAD IN NEVERMORE* wh-um, ,,,,, yes okay, i'll, i'll try.......

Marilyn: Good!

Helene: 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Larissa: Now, if only I can get you to finally call me Larissa, like I've been telling you for a week now...

Marilyn: You can always try glaring at her, Riss. That's how I got her to call me by my name.

Larissa: Well, Helene? Will I have to resort to being mean?

Helene: B-but, Miss— *Larissa glares* Ugh, FINE, Larissa, you win!

Larissa: Good girl.

Helene:

Helene: 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣

(HDJDKDDK YUNG KABAKLAAN KO GIRL HELP)

SO like i said earlier its established Marilyn/Larissa ok? they're p happy but like. Helene being SO attentive and real and earnest with both of them makes them. so soft and LEARNING THAT THIS GIRL is attracted to them both? but still very respectful of their boundaries and supportive???? they have a discussion and agree they're open to negotiating a poly relationship <3

AND DAY BY DAY YUNG KABAKLAAN NI HELENE MGA BHIE. DI NA KINAKAYA NG KATAWAN. THIS BITCH IN 24/7 GAY YEARNING MODE BUT ITS NEVER BEEN A BETTER TIME BC SHE'S USING THOSE ENERGIES TO POWER HER COOKING

and like. idk. you can just taste the love in the meals she creates when she's in shift. and everyone who eats during those days she's on duty is like. Wow, this really just tastes like love AND what a good home is like.

Helene fell first, but Rissa & Mari are falling harder and like. they're all having dinner now like GIRL gabigabi na halos HAHAHAHA date night and like. wAUGHH HHHH one night Helene expresses she misses authentic leche flan (as in yung nasa lañera pa), suman, bibingka AND puto bumbong

(oo nagugutom ako for these kakanin RIGHT NOW HELP)

so anyways Larissa & Marilyn research what those are and like. Helene has always cooked for us & made us our favorite treats, maybe we could try and find where we could get these and make them for her? as a treat????

And like. ofc out of the 4 snacks listed there the most feasible one they could create is the leche flan and honestly its a stroke of luck that Rafael was back in town a day Helene was driving out to meet with one of her friends who's also moved to Canada (........i have half a mind to create another OC who's also a therapist/psychiatrist to pair with Miss Valerie Kinbott bc u know what. the milfs in this show deserve love and happiness and to me theyre all aliveeeeee LMAO)

ANYWAYS BASICALLY THEYRE SOFT BITCHES OMG WTF IM SCREAMING helppppp hellpppppppppp

so they enlist Rafael's help, who got the lañeras from a fellow OFW working in Burlington, and proceeded to learn to make the treat :)))))

ok but also

Rafael: *when the flans are placed into the steamer and now they just have to wait for them to cook* Miss Weems, I know we've been colleagues for quite some time now; and Miss Thornhill, it's been a year but I'd like to consider us friends, with how frequent you'd sneaked into the kitchens at midnight, so I have to ask. What are your intentions with my niece?

Larissa: I'm sorry?

Marilyn: We, we just wanted to do something nice for her...

Rafael: ...You both have this certain glint in your eyes. Have you even told her you're together?

Larissa: I'm sure she already knows, we have been affectionate in her presence before—

Marilyn: But we're, well. I know we're low-key most of the time, but students and the other staff talk too, you know.

Larissa squeezes her hand, and straightens her back, decided. Rafael looks at her & Marilyn, unflinching.

Larissa: We're falling for your niece, Rafael. I know it's unorthodox, but, well, Marilyn and I talked...

Marilyn: ...We're both in agreement about opening our relationship, to include her, if she'll have us.

Rafael: ...Good. I just had to make sure.

Larissa & Marilyn: ¿¿¿¿????

Rafael: My niece has had the most impossible crushes & worst kind of relationships since she came out, so I'm just happy to see her luck's turned around. Please, take care with her. She's strong, but her heart is fragile.

Larissa & Marilyn look at each other, then back again to Rafael, and nods.

MEANWHILE

Helene w/ the bestie:

Helene: I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. OH MY FUCKING GOD. I CAN'T. I NEED TO QUIT!

Bestie, who I'm now naming Eva: *patting her bestie on the back* What happened to the girl who once vowed to seduce her math's prof in second year to pass? and did pass but only slept with them during the graduation itself?

Helene: *glaring at her* Gago, make out lang. Kulang kasi sa oras, plus— wait, TIMEOUT, that's not the point here!

Eva: *rolls her eyes* The point is, you've got no point. Like mo sila both, right? So bat 'di mo nalang itry, nagawa mo na dati dibe?

Helene: *raises her hands* THEY'RE TOGETHER AND I LOVE AND RESPECT THEM TOO MUCH FOR THAT!!!

Eva: Ah, so you've finally admitted it. Congrats!

Helene:

Eva:

Helene: Huh?

Eva: Girl, yung kabaklaan mo, kita from outer space.

Helene: char lang yan, right?

Eva: Helene.

Helene: Right?

Eva:

Helene: Shit. and they still are comfortable enough to have dinner with me everyday?

Eva:

Helene: *castrophisizing*

Eva: Back up bes, you guys have dinner everyday?

Helene: Yeah, specially made desserts ko pa. Why?

Eva:

Helene:

Eva: Girl—

Helene: OKAY sorry na! I'm probably reaching for the stars pero di ko mapigilan!

Eva: Girl—

Helene: And like. I just have this fervent need to see them smile. EVERYDAY. Bonus points pag napatawa ko sila bigla, which is. often, kaya di ko talaga mapigilan—

Eva: BABE!

Helene: ANO!

Eva: has it ever occured to you that these milfs of yours are interested with you? Baka lang naman.

Helene: *broken* wha,

Eva: Because like. Girl we know what you're like when you're geniunely in love with someone pero di pa kayo. And it always SHOWS in your cooking pa naman, literally made with love yung mga putahe mo so like. Malamang sa malamang, alam nila—

Helene: But they haven't said anything though? Business as usual pa din sila—

Eva: Paki walkthrough nga ano yang business as usual na yan?

Helene: Ok so after eating we take turns to wash, dry and stack the plates; usually a song from my playlist going on while Mari sings along BADLY but she's cute so we forgive her; then we retire to Riss's sofa in her quarters, me lying on her lap while she plays with my hair and Mari gives me a soft massage on the legs; and if it's a Friday, we spice it up with Riss opening up a bottle of wine to share while Mari queues an episode of—

Eva: Ohmaygawd, you bitches gay!!!!!!

Helene: I MEAN. IS THAT NOT WHAT FRIENDS DO??????????

Eva: Helene. Lee. Honey. Sweetie. Darling.

Helene: Oh my goddd, don't ever petname me again! That's so weird—

Eva: Let me guess, they call you that, and tell you Good girl leaving you a blushing mess—

Helene: OKAY HEAR ME OUT—

Eva: ah, ah, ah— Listen to me right now, Salazar. There is absolutely NO chance. 0% GUARANTEED that they AREN'T interested in you! That's literally gay behaviors there, and they're getting you!

Helene: So I, I have a chance? With both of them?

Eva: Helene, if those two aren't plotting rn how to steal your heart officially I SWEAR i'll shave my hair. But if I'm right, you're gonna have to whip out that little black card I know your sister gave you and I'm taking you shopping.

Helene: .........You know what, that's still a win-win situation to me, so sure, I'll take that bet.

(Ok help that went long aldhdkdldk i just really NEEDED a bestie who is the same batshit crazy I am hehe)

MOVING BACK

So when they get back from their outings, the first thing they do is have dinner, the Flans safely tucked in the fridge and like. Mari & Larissa insist on cooking for Helene for a change bc she looked. a bit tired. and stressed? so like. as another treat, for her, even if they do know now that Helene is a literal goddess in the kitchen so like. yeah <3

AND HELENE APPRECIATES IT SM. bc like. yes she IS a trained chef and her love language is acts of service and gift giving via food and like. being the one to recieve it instead is like. SO special!!!!!!

and she's just making them laugh while they finish the food and make her SIT THERE and like. it's just so soft she can't help but sigh so contentedly and relax sooooo much. the only thing better would be dessert.

Helene, jokingly: So you've wined and dined me, but I don't see anything in the oven for dessert?

Larissa: Oh don't worry darling.

Marilyn: Your dessert is right here.

Helene: Riss, Mari, I know you're both a snack, a full course meal even, but—

Larissa:

Marilyn:

Helene: What? I'm just speaking the truth!

Larissa: 😳 Thank you, Helene.

Marilyn: But actually, we DO have something in the fridge for you.

Helene: Ohhhh, I was just joking, really, you guys didn't have to—

Helene:

Helene: Is... is that?

Larissa: Well, you've been so good to us, we just wanted to—

Marilyn: Return the favor in spoiling you—

Larissa: And your Uncle is back in town, so we were able to get guidance—

Marilyn: And while we had to drive to Burlington to get those metal trays—

Larissa: It was worth it.

Marilyn: You're worth it.

Helene:

Helene: (sorry im using my own emote rn but hey you know what its MY SI!OC she can get her hair dyed like mine as a treat actually)

Helene: I, I absolutely don't know what to say— I'm completely floored—

Larissa: How about a thank you?

Helene: R-right! Thank you both, so much—

Marilyn: Mhm, and now why don't you open up your mouth and have a taste?

Helene: I—

Helene is quickly fed by Mariyn a piece of the flan, and her eyes close, whimpering.

Helene: *savoring the perfect piece of heaven, moaning* Mmm, so good... You both made this? *swallows*

Larissa: *taking over and eating a bite as well, her sweet tooth rearing it's head, before feeding Helene another piece* With Rafael overlooking and judging on the side, yes.

Helene: *chewing thoughtfully & then swallowing* Well, it's perfect— it tastes just like home, and I, I—

Helene: I could just kiss you both right now, honestly.

Marilyn: *Gets the next piece, Larissa feeding it to her, while she smiles at Helene* We wouldn't be opposed to it, sweetheart.

Larissa: *Hums* We actually wanted to speak to you about it, Darling.

Helene: I, I— like you. Both of you—

Helene: My heart beats for the both of you, but you have been SO good to me & I respect your relationship too much that I cannot fathom to even come between you—

Larissa: Oh, Helene, we know.

Marilyn: And we like you too.

Helene:

Helene: *brokenly, but full of hope* So, what happens now?

Larissa puts down the spoon & takes Helene's hand, while Marilyn moves a hand to her arm and squeezes it gently.

Larissa: We, and I do mean Marilyn and myself; that is— we've talked, extensively.

Marilyn: And we agreed that we'd talk to you, and if you accepted; we'd like to try and be in a polyamorous relationship with you.

Helene looks at both women, tears in her eyes, unbelieving, but hopeful; ever so hopeful. She stands, and brings them both to a crushing hug, garnering surprise at her strength, but both women hug her back.

Helene: *muffled* —es. Yes, please, I'd love nothing more!

Help HELP HELPP HELPPP PIM SO EMOT ABT IT HELPP!!!!!!!!

ok but also that night she gets to sleep witb them in their bed (JUST. CUDDLING FOR NOW. help) and like.

Helene: This is real, isn't it? I'm not dreaming?

Marilyn: *pinches Helene's cheeks* ...That real enough for you?

Helene: *pouting* ouchhhh. Okay, okay! I believe!!!!

Larissa & Marilyn: *both smiles and kisses her cheek on their respective side, loving the way Helene just. blushes.*

Larissa: It's real, Helene.

Marilyn: You're ours now.

Helene: Mmm, just as long as you're both mine, I'll live with that 🥺💕

ANYWAYS HAW YEE SBDDKDNDKDLDLLDJDK I STILL HAVE SOME IDEAS TO FEATURE MORE OF THE FILIPINO SIDE BUT LIKE!!!!! TANGINA 1 AM NA 7 ORAS KO NA TONG SINUSULAT AHAHAHAHA BRAINROT REAL LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO

sorry but having a brainwave abt Filipino reader rn sending tagalog memes to Larissa & Marilyn and them going ????? baby are you okay?

[therenlover]

Five More Minutes (aka A Ten Minute Break with Imaginary Zemo)

(So uh, this is a weird little writing project I did. It’s kinda experimental and a deep dive into my messy little brain, so that’s that. I hope you guys like it, because it was just a warm up, but I decided to post it cause it didn’t turn out half bad. Sorry that it’s uber specific to me, lol)

Synopsis: A writer imagines her muse as she struggles through anxieties and self loathing. Sometimes it’s easier to pretend you’re being cared for than it is to care for yourself. 

Rating: T

Warnings; Swearing maybe? Vague references to depression and general trauma

Word Count: 2000~

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Zemo walks through the door while I’m taking a break. 

He’s soft around the edges, watching me with a gaze that seems intent on telling me he doesn’t approve of whatever it is I had done this time. I simply regard him with a quiet nod and let my eyes drift closed once again. The bed is warm below me but a cool spring rain pours down heavy and hard outside the open window. I like to write with the breeze flowing. It helps me focus on more than wanting to sleep. This is a break, though; a small allowance of time where I can fold my hands behind my head and relax without worrying about my next deadline. I stretch my legs out further, recumbent, as he sits at the end of the bed. 

“Look who decided to come back home,” I taunt him, “How long has it been? A week? Two?” The bitterness is a farce, a facade I put up more for my own benefit than his. 

Helmut sighs before he replies, “I shall always return when you call me, Schatz,” 

“It doesn’t feel like you will.”

“Despite that, it is true,” Slowly, from behind the darkness of my still-closed eyes, I hear the soft clink of china. Interesting… I let one eye open just a sliver to peer down the bed. Helmut is sitting there, eyes full of that special adoration he holds just for me, and in his outstretched hand, he holds a steaming cup of tea. Hedging my bets, I begrudgingly set my laptop aside and reach down to take it from him. Something is better than nothing and I haven’t had water in hours, maybe days. He knows that all too well. Why else would he have brought tea?

The first sip is taken silently while Zemo simply gauges my reaction to his presence. He and I both know that I can be… picky when it comes to his affections. If they come at the wrong time I am almost certain to deny him. This time, though, he arrived at a just-right place between sleep and work that allows me to give in to his endless and thorough affections. The tea is warm and sweet, and I finish the cup less than a minute after he handed it to me. 

That makes him smile. It’s infectious. Less than a minute later I’m smiling with him. In a simple moment, all the ice that had built on my heart in the wake of his absence had melted. All it took was some good tea and his presence, strong and constant at my side, to ease the discomfort from weeks apart. 

Helmut is the one to break the silence. 

“Did you get my gift a few nights ago?”

I nod, sitting up a bit to scoot to the end of the bed. “You were the one who dropped off dinner?”

“Of course it was. I’m here to aid you, my love,” for an instant he pauses, something akin to jealousy flashing across his face, “I may be… absent sometimes, but no one else here can help you the way I do. I don’t really see why you keep them around, quite honestly. Most of them are selfish pri-”

“Helmut,” I warn him, and he backs off. He always does if I ask him to. His loyalties lie firmly in my comfort and my comfort alone. 

“The point is, you are mine and mine alone to care for. If not always, then when I can,” 

“Well, I appreciate it,” 

A practiced hand makes its way to my bare knee, exposed by my shorts. I don’t complain. Helmut is here to help, and if rubbing away the aches caused by the rain is what he wants to do, I have no objection. His digits massage it with care. The constant steady pressure is grounding. To ease the process I beckon Helmut further up onto the bed. In just a moment of shuffling, I find myself between his legs with my back to his chest as he restarts his gentle probing of my knee. I let my head rest against him and just breathe. There’s a peace to it. 

Neither of us feels the need to move. 

Somewhere outside the room, we can hear Andrea begin to practice his violin. The sweet sounds are more relaxing to me than they are to Helmut, who hates the reminder of his housemates, but he can’t deny that the boy plays well. He would like to think, though, that he plays better. I don’t pick favorites, but it’s one battle that I wouldn’t want to miss, should things come down to it. 

We stay like that for a while, him massaging my aching joints while I use his broad, soft chest as a pillow, but eventually, he speaks again. We both know what’s coming. I’m just not quite ready to acknowledge it yet. He always broaches the subject when it’s time. 

He knows I couldn’t do it if I tried. 

“You’re pushing me out again,” his voice is a low hum, “why must you always push me out just when I’ve gotten close to you?” He presses soft kisses to my hair as I sigh. It’s my turn for words but I know I can’t say them. Not to him and not to anyone else. Instead, I let myself turn cold again. 

“Maybe if you were more useful, I’d keep you around more often. Besides, you’re a grown man. You can come and go as you please. If you wanted to stay, you would,” 

“We both know that’s not true,” 

Helmut’s right. He always is. That doesn’t mean I ever listen to him, but when he softly coos in my ear about eating or resting he’s always right, I always need it. Sometimes I think it would be better if I gave in. I never do though, it’s not worth the fallout that would follow. 

Still, I let myself get a bit closer to giving in this time. Just close enough that I won’t feel so raw once he’s gone again. A modicum of extra comfort can be allowed from time to time if used sparingly, and I take the word sparingly very seriously.

“Five more minutes,” I whisper into his warm skin, “Please, I just want five more minutes,” It’s not a question, it’s a plea, and not to him. No, it’s a plea to the universe, to the cruel god that separates us…

To myself. 

Helmut removes his hand from its place rubbing out the aches in my wrists and lets his arms wrap around me, encasing me in his warmth and holding me tight to his body. He’s warm. So, so warm against the frosty chill of my own skin. 

“Of course, Schatz. I will always have five more minutes for you,” 

If Helmut had his way, he’d have every minute of my day. He doesn’t, though. He can’t. Five extra will just have to do until he finds a way to creep back through my door and into my good graces. Then we will have five more minutes again and again until there’s nothing left of us and no more minutes left to spend. Until then, the game goes on. 

Outside, the rain pick’s up its pitter-pattering into a full downpour. 

The water comes in through the opened window, but neither of us moves to close it. Water damage doesn’t matter where we are anyway. Especially not when the timer is ticking down. 

I cry when I croak out words again. 

“I don’t understand why I can’t let you stay,” I say, throat dry with angry tears, “I don’t understand why I do this to myself,”

It’s a lie, we both know exactly why I push him away, but Helmut bites his tongue. We don’t speak of those things, the things that creep deep in my mind and pull the strings of my marionette. That’s not his job. Part of me wishes it was. 

Instead of trying to explain away my reasons for doing what I do, though, Helmut simply holds me tighter. “Someday, you won’t have to. You will be happy, Schatz; happy and free to rest whenever you feel the need to. I may not be here to see it, but it will happen, and when it does you’ll know just how proud I am of you,” 

“You promise?” 

“I promise,” 

His heart thuds heavy under my ear, his weight a constant against my shoulders. If I close my eyes tight enough I can hear him humming a tune. The clock ticks down the seconds till his departure. I cling to him for every last second that I can. 

“Should I send someone else in when I leave?” He asks softly. 

I shake my head no. 

“Not even Laszlo?”

“Not even Laszlo,” I sigh. What I don’t say is that the pain of his absence will numb me of everything once he’s gone. What he doesn’t need to know can’t hurt him. Instead, I offer up some half-assed explanation from nowhere, just to make myself feel better about the lie. “He only helps me write the academic stuff. Fiction isn’t his wheelhouse,” 

“Ah,” Helmut whispers, and as he does I can feel him start to shift away. Five minutes always pass too fast in the arms of a lover. I wipe my tears as he collects my teacup. “When will you call me back to you,”

“Soon, I hope,” 

“But when?” 

He asks not for himself, but for me, because he knows what happens when I don’t call him back to me. He’s seen it in the circles rimming my eyes and the ribs that jut painfully from my skin and most of all in the wheezing coughs and winces that escape my lips when I breathe too deep. It’s my choice to make, though, and mine alone. 

I hate that I can’t give him a straight answer. 

“Maybe tonight, if I’m lucky, you can come in and hold me while I sleep,” It’s an empty promise, just short of a lie. It doesn’t matter though. It’s as close to the truth as I can bear to acknowledge for myself when my eyelids droop lower by the second. Unfortunately, I probably won’t sleep at all. 

“No dinner?” There’s no disappointment in Helmut’s voice, but I wish there was. Instead I’m met with acceptance. he knows me well enough that there is no fighting my self destruction, only easing it. 

“I’m too behind,” I explain, “It would take too much time. This break was already pushing it. I have three fics to finish by Friday and if I don’t…” The consequence went unsaid. 

Helmut nods, stoic. “I shall see you again when you call on me next, Schatz,” 

With that, he’s gone again and I’m alone. The chill from the rain sinks deep in my bones as I scrub the remaining tears and sleep from my eyes before grabbing my laptop again. Maybe if I worked a little harder, I could manage to sleep through the night or eat a whole meal. Helmut would be back then, as real as I could will him to be, to serve as a reminder and a companion through it all. 

The words on the screen seem like a foreign language. Sleep that has evaded me for days threatens to creep into my mind but I shove it out forcefully and turn up the brightness. Sleep won’t help me now, not with the aching in my heart that screams at the slightest bit of rest. The ache doesn’t have a name like the self care does, or the softness or the anger or the book-smarts. The ache is just me. 

The rest are too, but less so. They’re easier to accept that way. 

I push on.

Just a little more work… just a couple more tens of thousands of words…

Alone again and wetted by rain and tears, I weep and write.

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a/n: Basically, Helmut is a personification of my ability to care for myself. I always want to, and I resent myself for not doing it more, but I just... can’t. Andrea and Laszlo are both also technically representative of feelings in my brain, but those feelings aren’t specified here. I hope you enjoyed that weird little ramble, though! It was nice to deep dive into my brain in a weird way and do some good, old fashioned therapy writing. I’m a slut for a good extended metaphor.

[torukmaktoskxawng]

can u make a enemies to lovers with neteyam or jake? x fem!reader? xx!!

(Gifs not mine)

Pairing: Jake Sully/fem!reader

Summary: Y/n doesn't like being outranked by Corporal Jake Sully, and Jake doesn't like Corporal Y/n's attitude. This rivalry eventually stretches past their human existence.

Warnings: Military attitude, one-way thinking, implied brutal death, enemies to tolerated allies to lovers, alien prejudice/racism? (that one's a little tough to word I guess), swearing, etc.

Word Count: 2k+

A/N: Thank you for your patience, and sorry it took so long!

Also, Jake and Neytiri don't end up getting together and having kids in this one. I couldn't bear to do my Mama dirty like that.

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Corporal Y/n L/n was many things. Tough, capable, determined, and loyal. The RDA was lucky to have her... at least that's what she tells people. No task was impossible and no mission was too dangerous. Y/n followed her orders down to a tee, so you could imagine the anger she felt when her loyalty was shoved aside in exchange for wheelchair-bound Corporal Jake Sully.

There's no such thing as an ex-marine, and yet Y/n has never met the next closest thing until she met Jake. Honorably discharged after the loss of his legs in Venezuela, Jake was only in Pandora for the sake of the RDA not having to waste millions of dollars on an avatar whose rider, Jake's twin, is dead. Technically, Jake shouldn't have been mingling with the war dogs at Hell's Gate and should've stuck to the scientists. But Selfridge and Quaritch had other plans and had asked Jake to go undercover as their eyes and ears among the Na'vi.

Y/n didn't think Jake deserved all the credit he had been given after he managed to insert himself with the Omatikaya, and she voiced her opinion to him, "What'd you have to do? Bat your cat eyes at them?"

Jake knew when he was being mocked, clenching his jaw and narrowing his eyes back at her, "They accepted me after I told them I was a warrior from a neighboring clan."

"Seriously? What clan?"

He had the gall to look bashful in front of her, the tips of his ears turning pink while muttering under his breath, "The Jarhead Clan?"

She laughed in disbelief and likely disgust, "Are you kidding me? 'They fell for that? If it's that easy, maybe Quaritch doesn't need you after all. I bet we could just walk in there claiming we're all from the Jarhead Clan."

"They're smarter than they look, and I don't see you volunteering yourself to communicate with them." The marine sassed back, his attitude getting the better of him.

"They're not worth my time," Y/n shrugged, nonchalantly, "They're clearly not smart enough to handle me if they ate up your punk ass lies."

"You don't exactly have anything better to do. Other than complaining, I guess."

She snaps her attention back to the man in the wheelchair, eyes glaring into his soul. It wasn't every day someone had the guts to match Y/n's cold exterior, and she didn't appreciate being badmouthed by the rookie who just got a lucky shot of working the same rank as her, "Watch yourself, Sully."

He smiled, the bastard, turning his chair in the direction he wanted to go, wheeling away, "I gotta head out. Unlike some folk, I actually have a mission to accomplish."

~~~

The scientists were moving out. Apparently, Dr. Augustine was spooked at the idea of Parker breathing down the neck of her operation so she's bringing her avatar team up to Site 26 in the mountains, Sully included.

Y/n was strutting down the hall and happened to catch Jake after he left the control room to let Quaritch know what was going on. She noticed a suspicious-looking smile on the marine's face and something didn't sit right with her at the sight of it. Without much thought, she held her foot out and it abruptly stops the wheelchair in its tracks. Jake peered up at her, his smile quickly fading when he realized who it was, his jaw tightening.

"You're smiling." She stated her observation out loud, gracing him with a frown to match, "It's not a good look, much less a normal look for you. Just remember whose side you're on, Sully."

How could she have possibly known what he might be thinking? She couldn't have known he was smiling at the thought of getting away, wanting to forget all about this place in exchange for seeing this world through the eyes of Neytiri.

No. There's no way she could know that. As suspicious as Y/n was, she was blind to everything Jake has experienced out there. He leans close, staring up at her with those hard, daring eyes, "I do. My side."

~~~

It bothered Y/n to learn Jake had betrayed them. Did she expect it? Obviously. So it bothered her all the more that she expected it. She could have prevented this by stopping Jake from leaving or reporting him to Quaritch, so why did she let him go?

She decides that she can fix this mistake by helping blow up Hometree and further help in the battle waiting for them in the Hallelujah Mountains.

Did she feel regret watching the magnificent tree crash down, likely killing hundreds of Na'vi in the process? Only for a moment, her mindset now on her orders to return back to Hell's Gate. Best foot forward, she manned the gun as they flew to the Tree of Souls, only to be ambushed by the Na'vi, astride direhorses, and ikran. Y/n didn't feel regret gunning down as many as she could after watching the bastards kill her friends and acquaintances, people she worked with for years and formed bonds with living on a moon so far away from home.

She was thrown from her gunship, however, before she could fully enact her revenge. As she fell to her death, she watched the battle going on above her. She watched her gunship being tossed around by the devil itself, the Great Leonopteryx, larger than any ikran she had ever seen. The beast and its rider, Toruk Makto himself, smashed Y/n's gunship against the side of one of the floating mountains, and she's forced to watch it explode in debris and flame. Her heart drops, however, when the blades of the ship came spiraling through the air and toward her falling form.

That was the last thing she remembered before everything went black.

~~~

FIFTEEN YEARS LATER...

Instead of black, she's blinded by an overly bright hospital light. Only, Y/n wasn't in a hospital and she felt like she was lying on top of a stainless steel dissection table. Disorientated and sore, Y/n focused on the voice of the doctors (were they doctors?) surrounding her field of vision. They instruct her to take it easy and flex her fingers. When she lifts her hand to do so, she's suddenly wide awake and self-aware.

Her hand was blue.

~~~

Following her resurrection came the other Recoms of Project Phoenix. Z-Dog and Wainfleet were next, then Ja, Brown, Fike, Lopez, Prager, Walker, Warren, Mansk, and Zhang. Most of them she knew back at Hell's Gate, or at the very least was acquainted with them. Finally, Quaritch came to and Y/n couldn't lie how entertaining it was to watch the colonel wake up and immediately kick in his fight or flight mode. It didn't help that Lyle thought it would be a great idea to greet Quaritch with his new ugly avatar mug. Later on, Wainfleet admitted that he already forgot about his new body and didn't think how the colonel would react, and in response, Y/n laughed and called him an idiot.

~~~

Their temporary resurrection and reunion were cut short when they arrived back on Pandora. Quaritch gets them to work immediately after receiving his orders from Ardmore and the Recoms are sent out into the wild to test out and see if the moon would react to their presence. So far, they hadn't triggered any immune response. No animal attacked them and the plant life kept still. The new and improved avatars track down the old shack where Quaritch breathed his last breaths, locating his remains and extracting the old footage from the AMP suit.

What they didn't expect to find there was a human boy, running around, acting like one of the Na'vi, apart from his breathing mask and exo-pack. He was about sixteen and clearly someone who had been left behind in the initial evacuation when the humans were driven off Pandora. When they captured him, he introduced himself as Spider Socorro, none other than Paz and Quaritch's son. But Spider wasn't very adamant at the idea of the colonel standing over him being his sperm donor.

"You're not my father! My Dad is Toruk Makto! He's on his way to save me! He knows I'm here, and he's going to kill every single one of you!"

That bit of information only enraged Quaritch even further, and Y/n couldn't exactly blame him. First, Jake betrayed his own kind, killed many humans, forced them to go home with tails tucked between their legs, and now he's raised Quaritch's son up and brainwashed him to be an animal.

The Recoms take Spider's threat to heart and secure him, keeping him tied up in the center of their circle as they wait for Ardmore to come and pick them up. It was dark and it had started to rain. They kept their backs to each other and kept their eyes peeled on the jungle line. And yet, they never saw him coming.

It was all a blur. Due to the darkness and the rain, Y/n was one second too late to realize that she had been separated from the group as the Recoms were getting picked off, one by one. There was the familiar sound of a grenade launcher being triggered before Y/n had the time to dive down and cover herself to the best of her ability. The explosion goes off somewhere nearby and her ears begin to ring, debris of dirt sprinkling down on top of her. The shouts from her team slowly die away, following the sound of Ardmore's ship picking them up. She tries catching her breath, her mind not yet realizing what had happened just as hands began to grab at her shoulders, her instincts driving her to fight or flight mode.

She kicks them away and scrambles to put a distance between herself and the stranger, lifting her AR in her arms and pointing in their direction. In front of her stood a tall Na'vi man, only he had the traits of an avatar-- a very familiar avatar.

The snarl she let out wasn't as human as she was used to. It was more feral and she tried not to let it surprise her, "Shit. Sully."

Jake Sully's eyebrows furrow at the voice, eyes frantically scanning her form. Definitely an avatar but dressed in camo and currently pointing an AR at his face. The voice sounded strangely familiar, but it wasn't until he noticed the name patch on her bulletproof vest did his eyes widen in recognition. He peered back up at her eyes, tilting his head, "L/n?"

She cursed again, rage pooling through her eyes as she gnashed her sharp teeth at him, "Traitor!"

Y/n goes to pull the trigger, but something from behind had clubbed her in the crook of her leg, forcing the limb to give in and collapse against her will. She shouts and the trigger slips, the gunfire missing Jake by an inch as he barrels forward when the moment of opportunity strikes. He wrestles the rifle out of Y/n's hands and pushes her to the ground, using the orange slap-cuffs she possessed and using them against her, restraining her hands behind her back. Y/n snarls and hisses like a wild animal caught in a trap, her ears and tail lashing violently as she's forced face down into the mud, the whole front side of her wet and cold with the rainfall still pouring like nobody's business. With her head tilted off to the side, she realized her attacker was none other than Spider with a large branch still heavy in his hands. With his captive secure, Jake stood up and stepped toward the human boy, kneeling down to meet his height and checking him over for injuries or cracks in his mask.

"You alright, kiddo?"

"Yeah," Spider breathes, smiling faintly when Jake gently knocks his knuckles against the glass of his mask affectionately. 

"Good. Let's get you home. Your sister's probably worried sick."

That was news to Y/n. From what she understood, Quaritch and Paz only had Spider, unless the colonel was getting around. Looking back, Paz could have cozied up to others, but from the few encounters Y/n had with her, she didn't seem like the type. Socorro was high maintenance. 

Still left on the cold, wet ground, Y/n continued to struggle until Sully remembered that she was there, and the bastard had the gall to smile down at her while patting Spider's shoulder proudly, "Well, son... not bad for your first catch."

"Go to Hell!" She screeched back. This had gotta be the worst night of her life.

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[skelebellie]

So im hyperfixating on trigun, i watched all of the 98 and badlands rumble, and now im watching stampede and reading the manga. the whole world of trigun fascinates me (especially as a STEM major).

in conclusion, reality is bad self inserts its forever. so here’s plant?reader. yeah, not plant!reader. not quite entirely human, and not entirely a plant.

i headcannon plant?reader as nb, but since its technically you, i guess you can do whatever you want. this is just for my own kicks.

[anyway all content for this will be under #plant?readertrigun

EXPERIMENT 0021: TERMINATED

CODENAME: COMPATIBLE

After the initial fall of ship 5, it wasn’t uncommon for the surviving human species to begin experiments to continue discover as much as they could about plants. Project Germination was an experiment conducted through 50 series, each ranging in use and specialty. 0021/0050 started as an experiment, to see if there’s a possibility for the cross contamination of plant DNA and human DNA. After previous failures, a decision was made to grow an artificial human in plant like conditions, using plant made amino acids to form a artificial womb. From there, 0021 was born. However, to many others displeasure, they seemed like a normal human. Test after tests revealed no traits of an independent, terraforming, or productive plant. However, they did seem to have a strong connection to PLANT 03, who 0021 nicknamed ViVi. Therefore, immediate termination was put off as to favor monitoring the relationship between the two.

One day plant 03 began to die, with no rhyme of reason. With the site no longer being habitable, Project Germination was terminated, as was the plant. 0021 was a failure.

Right?

Plant?Reader

Reader is not fully human, and not necessarily a plant either. They began their life as a human, and died as one. 50 years after their death, they were “reborn”, the broken parts of them replaced by a mixture of plant and human DNA. The experiment failed to produce a human like plant to known indepents, but it succeeded in creating a human with DNA compatible with Plants. A sacrifice was made, and in return, 0021 was reborn. Guilt ridden, they roam the badlands as a messenger, spreading messages between plants from different cities. It’s easy enough to get in contact with them when you work as a plant engineer. Typically their outsourced as an assistant to companies sending employees out to travel as a survival specialist. Jack of all trades and master of none, they have their own goal, and choose to live as a spectator. Hopefully avoiding the independents [jinxed it lmao].

[potatomountain]

dont apologize! i can get behind just not thinking along the same length as the reader. I know i have it as a reader/self insert but i guess thats because its just more popular or easier to read/write? I dont have to fully flesh out the mc (like looks and backstory) just what is needed for the story. and awww thank you for the compliment T^T i do my best! technically you dont have to reply i was just hella curious haha

Case: It's You Poll 1

Just a heads up ill have a few of these going throughout the next few weeks to garner some feedback :3

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I read the language and culture headcanons and a funny thought I couldn't get out of my head is if overseer reader speaks a language thats not in TWST, the characters will see it as some divine godly language or something haha!

[I'm assuming that this Anon is referencing this post (since that's the most recent one), but I've discussed language and culture in TWST borrowing from real world ones multiple times: here, here, and here are just a few examples!]

My thought is that 🤔 since Twisted Wonderland already uses so many words from various real life cultures and languages (ie Japanese takoyaki is Floyd’s favorite food, Rook speaks French, Kalim and Jamil talk about preparing Middle Eastern schwarma during Beans Day, Diasomnia dress as specifically eastern dragons/Chinese longs, etc.), all of them technically already exist in their world, but aren’t referred to by the same name. This is because places like Japan, France, the Middle East, and China don’t exist in Twisted Wonderland, so these languages and cultures would probably be under different names.

So... if Yuu started randomly speaking a language from their world (say, for example, French), it would probably get mistaken as a language from some part of Twisted Wonderland. They’d likely get a reaction like, “Hey, I thought you were from another world! How come you can speak [insert TWST equivalent of French here] so well? Are you from the City of Flowers/this region in the Shaftlands?”

Now that I think about it, it’s possible that Twisted Wonderland has a LOT more languages than in the world that Yuu’s from. (This is assuming that Twisted Wonderland has a language and a dialect equivalent to every language and dialect irl.) Like... TWST technically counts every animal as its own language, doesn’t it???? Because Azul is seen speaking to Lucius in meows, Silver can understand birds, and Ruggie knows how to speak to multiple different kinds of animals, including cats and rats. Then you have to also consider that some non-human races have languages of their own (such as the smaller fairies in Fairy Gala communicating to one another through a bell-like tinkling language) which don’t exist on Earth. I don’t know, I guess that’s just some food for thought?