#(Whats Up Im Emotional Over an Unfinished Series)

[koushirouizumi]

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"Koushiro's bio-logical father was a professor at {Uni}, and Koushiro's bio-logical mother was an Assistant {Professor}."

"...{Koushiro's biological father} was a university lecturer and genius mathematician." {Novel}

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[gofishygo]

WEEK THREE [PRIDE MONTH SERIES], SLIP THROUGH YOUR TEETH VALERIA GARZA X FEMALE! READER- UNFINISHED

(i will finish this when i am like. feeling bonita idfk when i wrote this i wanted to make it like fluff and nice but it ended up being straight fuckin TOXIC YURI IM SO SO SORRY i promise i dont antagonise lesbians shes just yk.... lowkey a cartel leader... so....)

notes: valeria lowkey toxic as fuck, violence, obsessiveness, kidnapping, manipulation, yeah shes not very nice.....

Alejandro, especially, tells you not to remember anymore- lose track of the dates that weathered in the coast of time, slip the face and crime of the las almas cartel in between the cracks of walls, let it slip through wooden panels. Because forgetting was easier for you now; it was his job, as Mexican special forces, to face those slivers of crime in it’s snake-like and behemoth form, growing mold and cobweb in forgotten corners and crevices, forming sharp sea glass from sandstone and tide, filthy and sneaky and

wiry.

Valeria thinks you are wiry. It frustrates her, boils blood in the heart she’d scraped out on those mountains when she put on the mask of el sin nombre. How you look at her with no form of recognition, eyes blank, a deer in headlights. What had happened to the shine of your eyes when you’d see her? How you’d hug her in a heartbeat with clammy hands and thin layer of sweat over your skin? She misses the feelings of her childhood, tucked away in whatever nook or cranny she could spare in her mind; one where she’d sit with your hand in hers, try catch fireflies with plastic nets and takeaway containers, where you’d sit in the orchads with her, orange juice running down your chins and juicy flesh stuck between your teeth. A time where you we both were younger, fatter, happier- living- a commodity scarce in what remained of the city she’d known.

But after a while, prey tends to be found in barbed fences, writhing, ensnared by metal teeth, flailing in it’s mental bounds. And that is how you appear now- eyes glazed over in some rabid state, wrists tangled in the ropes, red and tender, nearly bleeding at the friction. Your teeth are bared. (it’s a lovely glimpse into the rest of your skull, the shine of those spit-covered ivory bones. More majestic than those tusks of long-extinct animals, woolly mammoths, sabretooth tigers.) but she slips those thoughts into the back of her mind, buries them with nerve bundles and tangles of neurons. She cannot have those thoughts, not with you. Instead, she forces pity to boil in her chest for her beloved corazon behind that window, scared, alone. It doesn’t slip out- she’d learned how to trap her emotions, meld and twist them over years of military service, but between viper-glint of her eye, some bastard-child of pity smoulders silently, cries for you underneath those glassy layers. You are almost dog-like now, vicious threats coming out as barks at the back of your throat. And she wants to calm you, tame you, put a muzzle on those jaws and scritch the scruff of your neck like she’d used to.

It had taken a while to wrangle you down though

But now, you are finally here, and you are crying, her thumb on your lip, sour stone of spit solid and stinging the back of your throat. “awh, mi corazon..” she tuts, using disappointment to feign something more sinister. “Always been such a good girl, hm? listening to every beck and call. Ran away from the woman you loved with a tail between your legs just because Alejandro commanded you to.” And you have to bite back a whine when she grips your cheek, nails faintly digging into delicate skin. “So, what’s the problem with another order, estimada? You know I would do just as much as that puta did for you, more maybe.” Valeria’s breath sends chills down the veins of your neck, ghosts the shell of your ear. her touch- you don’t want to think it’s love, you swear it isn’t love, but feels like home. You see it, for a moment, cinder walls and timber flooring. “And all I need is just a name.”

And despite how you’d told yourself you hated her, tried to erase her name from your head, way she grips your face feels warmer than any embrace you’d had. “So give me a name, sweetheart.”

[mikarchive2]

what i read in february 2023 📚

1. teatro grottesco by thomas ligotti - ★★★★ - picked this up because i randomly read one of his short stories on a train once and was so enamoured ... a short story collection centered around a subtle existential sort of horror that is less about gore and violence and more about something unknown but dreadful lurking in your peripheral vision . some of these, especially the ones from the deformations section, felt very welcome to night vale . delicious . makes you feel like a kid listening to scary campfire stories . i enjoy hanging out in the world created by this narrative voice so much

favourites: purity, the town manager, the clown puppet, my case for retributive action + in a foreign town, in a foreign land

2. the raven and the reindeer by t. kingfisher - ★★ - i think what im doing here is trying to read a fairytale retelling every month 👍 ... this really did not work for me though . the writing style felt so childish ( this could have been a book for twelve year olds ) + the story did not go anywhere and stayed extremely surface-level throughout the whole book . yeah sure there were lesbians but no actual substance whatsoever . the reading process was somewhat enjoyable because the humor was alright, but thats pretty much the only redeeming quality

3. the world keeps ending, and the world goes on by franny choi - ★★★ - i believe this is a case of ‘its not you its me’ because even though the way the author plays with language is straight up fascinating something about her poetry never clicks with me . i had the exact same issue with soft science as well - there is a certain detachment and coldness to her style that doesnt allow me to properly process the poems on an emotional level . still, i really liked the fourth section, it was so imaginative and full of the kind of resilience that is only born out of utter hopelessness

4. the passion by jeanette winterson - ★★★ - unfortunately i have the same issue here as with franny choi - something in me just always refuses to click with jeanette winterson . the author is trying to lead me somewhere by the hand but she is always slightly out of reach . this is my third book by her and while i can see and appreciate her craft it just never leaves a lasting impression on me its so strange ... i enjoyed the imagery + the philosophical ideas about love and passion but the story itself ... i dont know

5. the sandman: world’s end ( vol. 8 ) by neil gaiman - reread - i am not rating these god bless and putting them in the review post is probably not a good idea either since i ramble about them enough as is . what can i even say about a series that pretty much formed the way i understand the world and the human condition . stories within stories within stories . the foreshadowing here is insane and probably unnoticeable unless you are rereading . its hard to say what the writing process here was actually like perhaps it was way more spontaneous than i imagine but it all seems so meticulously and purposefully planned its just stunning

( + two books i left unfinished last year because of my broken ebook reader and decided to finish this month: )

6. wyrd sisters by terry pratchett - ★★★ - ( looks above ) my reading order here is very ‘frequently bought together’ ‘do not separate them’ huh ... this was very shakespearean which was fun but not ideal for me personally because it means some things definitely flew right over my head . i think i enjoyed equal rites a little more ? however at the end of the day its just your typical discworld novel i laughed i witnessed some well-written women and losermen i laughed some more . what else could i ask for

7. when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities by chen chen - ★★★★ - wonderfully heart-warming and radiant and witty and has the power to restore your belief in love and tenderness at least for a moment . this kind of literal and confessional american poetry usually isnt for me but miraculously chen chen made it work ! basically the hype is well deserved

up next: im actually not sure im trying to slow down since i need to get through some college textbooks 💔 ... + im sure want to finish the sandman which is really enough for the next one thousand years . considering mrs. dalloway by virginia woolf too someone called it a spring read once and ive wanted to read it during this season ever since

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

@americans how many blazes are you getting???

i see a lot of post complaining about blazed posts but im in australia so ive gotten literally like none

15 notes - Posted September 26, 2022

#4

you know i rewatched the whole minecraft bu the sky is eating the world thing where mr soot kept saying that he was being an iron slut

i am beign a whore for copper. i need more fucking copper. 64 of those only translate to 7 blocks (and there should be an extra one but there isn;t because... maht?)

listen I have this massive room and it’s made of snow. and copper. 

16 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

#3

“At this rate I see literally no difference between kicking your ass out of the balcony and not.” oh my god.

this is the bullshit that keeps my love of centricide going

how would one describe centricide, genuinely? EDIT: oh my god I am so sorry I forgot to mention this is a quote from the politi-girl fanfic series on ao3 sorry for forgetting to give credit to @politigirls on ao3

19 notes - Posted July 7, 2022

#2

you know, with all this reboot stuff, i just want to say that the ccs... idk, i feel like they dont completely get how funky the fans are. they’ll be real upset that you tore away the plot and characters and storylines they drew to love with a potential of everything failing more, and many will pull away

but even more so, i think many will stay.

im not sure if they realise that dsmp is really important to a lot of people, and how upsetting it would be to have it torn away after waiting and being paitient, endless fan content and community based around a plot that essentially got “Abandoned Work: Unfinished or Discontinued” slapped on it, but its important enough that even when you mock your fans for being there, even when you fuck them over, etc, etc, they will still watch because it was so good and they care enough and hope enough that theyll keep going until you reach really really shit

yeah lol. idk man

25 notes - Posted July 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

for me specifically as a teenager who has asthma, i just. maybe its just me, but i swear it can’t be. asthma is this frustrating creature who you get very sick of very quickly. when i have an asthma attack, i might be experiencing like. physcial struggle to breathe but cognitively im just annoyed and tired, and the most emotional reaction you’ll probably get out of me is just frustration or a little bit of fear if it goes on a little bit too long.

everyone is prickish about it, when i was younger i could never participate in sport and people thought i was so lucky when everything just hurt and my head was always light and the office ladies fucking despised me. no one wants to call it a real disability (what else is it? I dare you, tell me what a disability is), it makes you scared to do things, you dont want to run that race or try that sport because you know you won’t be able to do it. you need breaks while running. inhalers are more expensive the price stacks up over time 

like when i have an asthma attack, i literally cannot just breathe. that is the entire problem. i cannot do breathing exercises, it does not matter whehter or not i look you in the eyes, i need the medication for my chronic illness. 

i had this whole thing where a bunch of student in primary school like year 5-6 made videos about me, mocking me and calling me asthma attack girl, and pretending to have asthma attacks to be like look at (name) and how much shes faking!! and putting them online and they got a lot of shares. 

“stop doing that stupid wheezing thing and just breathe” “why are you coughing like that? don’t you want to breathe?” “look at me, no, NO, HEY, HEY, look at me and breathe in- NO NO, BREATHE in and hey no-” “you just lost control of yourself, you need to stay in control and not give in to the asthma”

like. fuck you. treat us with respect. also because your ableism is easy to clown on. 

91 notes - Posted October 16, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[wooahaes]

thank you for the tag @twogyuu !!

rules: post the top 5 works you're most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular), your top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release in the new year, your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year, your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year, and your number 1 favorite line you've written this year!

oof okay so this one is already gonna be hard because... everything on this blog rn was released in the year 2022. idk how many fics that is, but its a ton.

also sorry you can tell when my mood seriously dropped off during this

5 works i’m most proud of from 2022

under the sun: yes, i know she’s not finished yet. i debated including her because of it, but i’m genuinely proud of what i’ve written for UtS so far!! hopefully i’ll finish the fic next year, thank you all for bearing with me as i finished off school since that too precedence over most things (+ sometimes i just need a break from longer projects like UtS), i’m hoping to have wonwoo’s part out soon! but i think there’s a lot in this fic that i’m definitely in love with, primarily the world building. i feel most in my element when i work on UtS and the vaguely supernatural background it has, all wrapped up with a sweeter romance in most cases. without spoiling anything, i’m genuinely excited to eventually get to cheol’s part. whether the series ends with his part or continues on to a different title for the alternate ending, i feel like cheol’s part functions as something encompassing a lot of what this series means.

lonely hearts club: ah, lhc. my beloved. i genuinely have such a soft spot for wonwoo, and this is actually a series written in full! its been a while since i’ve done one of those lmao. i think my writing has come a way since i wrote lhc, and i think if i were to rewrite it, there’s things i’d add in--but she has a special place in my heart nonetheless. writing wonwoo as someone who is soft and loving is genuinely just something i enjoy because i feel like i rarely see it sometimes. he’s just a big ole softie who’s quiet and i love it about him.

sweet night: another unfinished one, i know, but... i think there’s parts of sweet night that i genuinely enjoy writing a lot. i think it’s pretty telling how every fic i’ve listed so far is pretty damn plot heavy (because genuinely that is what i love writing!!) and this one is no different. plus, i think this one has a special place for me because it’s technically a collaborative piece with several anons from a mutual’s blog (if you see this, hi sol! hi anons! thank you again for giving me permission to write this fic!) and i think collaborative works are fun. but there’s also some heavier emotions that i do like addressing. 

a mermaid’s kiss: a short one! but i do love her. idk i just love vague mermaid lore and joshua was a rly good fit for this au.

enouement / singing in the rain: ok so im linking both of these here bc SitR is a retelling of enouement as a skz fic. idk why i was abt to say both of these flopped when they did decent. i guess i just don’t hear much feedback on either of them? they both have a special place in my heart. enouement was the first long fic i posted and one i was excited to write, while the other was just one that i have some lines in that i really like.

4 current WIPs for the new year

the rest of under the sun + [potentially] shadow: ok im cheating here but genuinely i’m excited to eventually finish UtS and hopefully still have the juice to write what i’ve been titling shadow! it’s the alt ending, name currently pending.  just assume any series i haven’t finished, i’m hoping to finish next year.

i can’t run away: a vernon fic that feels kinda venty. it’s angst with no happy ending. title also might change a little, but i do like keeping it as it is now.

[WORKING TITLE ALERT] 88/134: a bang chan fic! its another chubby!fem!reader long fic because i can’t be stopped. might change the title later, but it was a reference to apparently how long it takes people to fall in love (men 88 days, women 134 according to a study i have linked on the google doc)

topsy turvy: both versions even though one will be titled differently!! :)

3 biggest improvements

honestly? just motivating myself to write in general. sometimes i hit dry spells, sure, but i’ve been getting better about forcing myself to sit down and write most days.

idk i just feel like i’ve found my style a bit more. focusing on emotions within a plot just fits into what i enjoy writing the most.

properly planning things (most of the time) and sticking to writing out those plans. trust me when i say i never used to plan things out.

2 resolutions

writing the full goddamn fic before posting it OR at least finishing all the plans first.

write more for non-svt groups. please.. @ myself this blog was started for svt AND trsr.

1 favorite line

ughh i think i usually end up having multiple lines that i like in fics so i’ll just pick one at random:

If eternal love took the form of a person, then that truly was you. You’d always have one part of his love tied to you, no matter how far away he went. That was the funny thing about love: you gave up parts of yourself for someone else. Wonwoo might always see you in the books he’d read, in the stores he passed, in the world itself. One day the pain would fade, but his love would always rest with you whether you knew it or not. He tried to think of what the Twitter account would say. Part of him wanted to message it, even if the person running it was on a break. But what could they say to comfort him? That it was okay to be hurt, that they were sorry for encouraging him? That love was a leap of faith and sometimes you fall but it’ll all be okay?

They said falling was the best part of love. If it was, then the impact of hitting the ground was the worst.

(from pt.10 of lonely hearts club)

i will simply mention some ppl and no one has to do it if they don’t want to @junkissed @thepixelelf @husbandhannie

[king-star]

When the Party’s Over

Warning: Homophobia, transphobia, death, bile, guts, broken limb, crying, pet neglection, driving while slightly tipsy, fire (lmk if i need to add more. This is all around pretty dark and sad, proceed with caution)

Match: Yelena Belova x enby!Reader; Wanda Maximoff x reader

Genre: Angst, Angst, and more Angst

A/N: This is the first chapter in a series. Idk how long it’ll be. the plan is bi weekly updates. im reallyyyyy proud of this one so let’s hope it doesn’t flop. ENJOY!

Word Count: ~3,000

Summary: You have a horrible nightmare, leaving you with anxiety for Yelena. Yelena assures you that everything is fine and leaves on a mission.

Your tongue rubs the roof of your mouth in an attempt to rid itself of the sickly sweet drink you’d been sipping. A hundred intoxicated humans swirl around you. Fabric, skin, and feathers blend together, the orchestra the only thing holding off the headache behind your eyes.

You didn’t want to be here. Sure ballroom charity balls could be fun. If you had your best friends there, you could chat only with them, and dance to your heart's content. Unfortunately for you, everyone you could stand to be around was busy. Leaving you human-shieldless from your mothers many socialite friends.

The “oh my goodness Y/N I haven’t seen you since you were in highschool. How are you?” got old quick. Retelling your life story over and over was a pain especially with your mother gripping your hand making sure you didn’t slip up. Share any information that didn’t quite fit the Y/L/N dynasty image. Mostly she didn’t want you sharing about the love of your life, your girlfriend, your Yelena.

When the two of you first got together you waited nearly 5 months before telling your mother. The first time you dated a girl she had hated it. She tried to act like she was supportive, claiming “I will always love you no matter what.” But in the end she always shielded this fact from the public eye. She was supportive of all the LGBT+ movements from a political standpoint. Never her own child.

You never told Yelena about this. You claimed the reason you didn’t want to share her with your mother was because you wanted your relationship to not have paparazzi after you two. She bought it for a while but you could only keep the love of your life away from the woman who gave you life for so long. It didn’t take a master spy to understand the emotions behind the look your mother gave you when you brought Yelena to dinner. Yelena never brought it up but it was an unspoken understanding. Your mother didn’t accept you no matter how hard she tried to fake it.

Now you just wanted the event to be over so you could go home to Yelena. You flipped your wrist, checking the ridiculously expensive watch you had on.

11:31

She was definitely asleep by now. Yelena never stayed up past 10:30. Frowning, you set down your glass and turned to your mother, waiting for her conversation to end. When she finally stopped speaking she turned to you and cocked an eyebrow,

“Y/N. Are you leaving? so soon?” she pouted but enough years in her home taught you her looks. This was faked sadness.

“Unfortunately yes mother. Lena is probably asleep by now and I have work early. She probably forgot to feed our dog,” you enunciated the words that might clue in your mothers friend on how you and this woman were related. A last “fuck you mother” before you left. She smiled warningly and nodded.

“Well… you must get home to your friend. I will see you soon daughter,” she kissed your hand and you stood there frozen. Of course, she would invalidate your gender and your relationship in one comment. Your nostrils flared and you turned quickly, letting your hand smack your unfinished drink into her lap and treading off quickly.

“Fuck you mother. How someone could be so hateful to their own child I will never understand,” you muttered to yourself. You handed your ticket to the valet and stood with your arms crossed, waiting. You made sure to tip the valet an absurd amount, and drove off quickly. The only thing that would keep you from doing something stupid in retaliation was Yelena’s arms around you.

~

Nearly thirty minutes later you pulled the car into the garage. It shouldn’t have taken you that long to get home but you couldn’t help but drive with the top down for a bit. Anger and maybe a bit of fear had bubbles underneath your skin and you didn’t want to bother Yelena. You stepped out of the car and held your head in your hands. You hadn’t drank that much, but a headache would be inevitable.

Fanny met you at the door. She was obviously excited, tail wagging as she raced back to her food bowl

“ok ok girl. I’ve got you,” you rubbed her head and dumped a scoop of food into her bowl. Loosening your tie you dragged yourself to the bedroom. You smiled as the light poured in and illuminated the silhouette of a sleeping Yelena.

“Deep asleep. I’ll join you in a second,” you pulled the rest of your suit off. Picking up a discarded shirt you put it on, and leaned your head against the mirror.

“That was misery. And mother’s comment. I shouldn’t care about what that bitch thinks or says. But I can't help it,” you let out a sigh and picked up your toothbrush. Maybe someday she will accept you. But at that point would she ever be able to make up for how she treated you?

Ready for bed you slid in beside Yelena, careful not to wake her. Fanny, finished with her food, jumped into bed with you and snuggled up with a lick to your face. You smiled and kissed her head then kissed Yelena.

“night my love. See you in the morning,” your heavy lids drooped and you relaxed, setting a hand on Yelena and falling into dreamland.

~

Your thighs hurt. Fire and smoke burn your throat and eyes. You search for something. What exactly you aren’t sure. Tears stream down your face as anxiety floods your chest. If you don’t find the thing soon your world will be crushed.

A broken door, barely on its hinges, is at your right and you know that’s it. A hard turn and you smack your arm into the frame. You grasp at your wrist as more tears prick your eyes.

“Fuck!” A familiar level of pain flares and you know it’s broken. Your eyes dart around the room, still looking for that unknown thing. A pile of smoking wood sits in front of you and your feet carry you to it. This was it.

You try hard to pull through the heavy, hot wood with your one arm. A cry comes from below, an anxiety flaring familiar cry. You pull harder and uncover and dirty and bloody Yelena.

“LENA!” you shout and help her out. Her hands held her stomach. She smiles sickly and then curls in pain.

“Y/N. You found me. I hoped you would. Quick kiss me. I don’t have long,” Your eyes widen and you move her hands. The sight of her stomach makes you sick. Turning to the side you retch and vile spills from your mouth. You wipe your mouth and shake your head, tears fall hard now.

“Lena no no. You’re fine. We can fix you. Please,” you slide your arm under her and try to pick her up but she screams and goes limp in your arms.

“FUCK Y/N! stop. There's no hope. Please just kiss me. I don’t want to die without that.” you shake your head more and set her down. You refused to accept her death.

“No Yelena you are not going to die here. You can’t die. You are too well trained. a-and… I can't live without you. it’ll be fine,” She tries to raise her head but then it falls and she spasms. Your eyes widen and you do your best to hold her still but your broken wrist shoots in pain.

“No no no NO!” you kiss her over and over. Fear pulses through you and when she relaxes completely you sob. Your head aches from the pressure of your sobs and your broken wrist protests. Maybe hours pass and you sit there with her dead body pressed to your chest, her blood and guts smearing all over you.

Then guilt overtakes the sadness. She asked you for one thing. One single kiss before she died and you didn’t fulfill that. You couldn’t give her everything she deserved in life or even in her final moments.

You wake up shaking and screaming. Yelena is awake next to you, crying and shaking your shoulder violently.

“Please Y/N,” she sobs, snot and tears mix and fall forgotten. You sit up barely able to hold yourself up. She is alive.

“Fuck Yelena what’s wrong?” Your dream haunts you. You search her stomach and her whole body for major wounds. She is obviously unsure what you are doing and grabs your face forcing you to look at her.

“Y-you were shaking and screaming and crying and I didn’t know what was wrong. If you were having a seizure or what.” You shake your head and take deep breaths.

“No, I'm good. Not seizure. R-Really…” your words falter and you stare off, caught up in the memory of the dream. Yelena snaps in front of you and hugs your arm. “Ah sorry. Bad dream. really, really bad dream.” you stare at her head unsure if this was the dream or if Yelena really was alive.

“D-do you want to tell me about it?” Her arms slide under yours and she holds you from the side. You shake your head and lay it on her shoulder. “Ok but if you do tell me. I’ll hold you until you fall asleep again.”

The thought of being asleep again makes you tense up. Yelena feels it and rubs your side softly. She kisses you in every way she knows you like and pets your head.

“I’m not going to sleep. I can’t live through that again. It made me think I was going to be alone. Please don’t leave me Lena. please. I don’t wanna die alone.” She frowns and hugs you tight.

“I’m never going to leave you. I’m here baby. I’m here.” She kisses your jaw softly and you nod. Relaxing again, you wrap your arms around her waist and kiss her shoulders.

“Y-you died. There was a fire and I broke my wrist and it was smokey and you got impaled and you died. You asked me to kiss you and I couldn’t accept the fact you were dying so I didn’t kiss you. I couldn’t give you what you deserve.” She frowns and kisses you.

“No Y/N. Don’t you dare. It was just a nightmare, that’s all. I’m NEVER leaving you. ok?” She holds your face and kisses you softly. The kiss lasts a while and you melt into your touch. Fears still paralyse you every couple hours but she holds you until the sun comes up. She knows exactly what you love and how to make you feel safe. She really wasn’t ever going to leave.

~

Weeks pass. You are sure you have gotten past the nightmare. You go to work everyday and Yelena stays home going through paperwork. When you come home the two of you snuggle and bliss fills you. Your mother doesn’t ask you to come to any more charity events and you think maybe, just maybe things are good.

Then Yelena gets called on the mission. When she tells you she will be gone for a week your mind reels. You can barely see straight as the dream vividly flashes through your brain. Yelena gets worried, grabbing your hand and you back away searching her body for any sign of blood.

“No. Lena please. What if you get hurt? I-I can’t. You promised you’d never leave.” Her eyes look at you apologetically.

“Don’t worry. I’m a professional. It’s just a small info gathering job. Absolutely no danger,” she smiles at you and sets a hand on your shoulder. You back away from her hand and lean your head back to force the tears back.

“Yelena… ok. Please. Don’t get hurt,” She nods and kisses your cheek grabbing her bag.

You spend the entire week at home. Anxiety grips you so hard that you can’t stand to go to work. A fever strikes and you throw up every evening at almost exactly 10:30. Work tells you to stay at home and probably go to the doctor. Honestly you’d rather go to work so you have less time to think about her.

Most of Yelena's missions don’t allow for her to contact you and the stress of it all has your brain thinking of her the entire time she’s gone. By the time Yelena is on her way back you have dropped 12 pounds. You hadn’t eaten, only bothering to get up to feed Fanny. A cold sweat coats your skin and you hold your arms to you. Blankets were too hot, but it was too cold without them.

The alarm on your phone signalling it’s time to feed Fanny goes off. You throw the blankets off and wipe dried tears. The tv screen flashes a “keep watching screen.” You aren’t really sure when it came up but your mind hadn’t registered the tv in a couple days.

When the door clicks unlocked you scream. Silence had filled the apartment for so long and the sound was louder than anything you’d ever heard. Fanny starts barking, running to the door, then coming back and sitting at your feet.

You fall to the ground clasping the food scoop. Fanny licks your face as tears fall. Every fear that had plagued you came to the forefront of your mind. What if it wasn’t Yelena? What if it was Hill telling you to come in? No, they would call you for that. But if Yelena was dead…

Arms wrap around and pick you up, setting you on the couch. You whip your head back and forth trying to catch a glance of who it is. In the back of your mind you know it's her, but for some reason you’d been convinced over the past week that she’s dead.

A warm towel wipes away dried tears and snot, and a soft hand holds yours. Tears blur your vision but you steady your breaths. The anxiety in your chest dissipates. You lean your head back forcing the tears in and look back to catch a look at the woman you love. But, instead of long blonde hair and soft round face,  you see long red hair, falling in waves.

“Lena? Did you have to dye your hair for the mission?” She frowns and shakes her head, setting down the towel.

“Fuck Y/N. I know you can’t remember but I hate having to keep telling you this,” The voice is not Yelena’s. It’s your friends. Wanda’s. Your eyes look her all over and you tense up confused.

“Tell me what Wanda? What’s wrong with Lena?” She grabs both your hands and looks at you with the softest expression she can muster.

“The fire Y/N. Do you remember? The fire where Lena…. She bled out,” The anxiety of the dream. No memory. The smoke, your raw throat, and the hours of sobbing.

You shake your head and quick breaths fill your lungs. Wanda tries to get you to calm down. Your vision spots while your brain searches for oxygen your hyperventilating can’t provide.

“Y/N please calm down. Please. FUCK! I promised to never use it without permission but between the two of you…” Red magic flows from her hands and wraps around your head. Your breathing slows down and your vision comes back. Wanda cradles your head and hums.

You reach up and see the tear streaks on her face. Her eyes look bloodshot and dark circles are prominent under her eyes. You pout and try to hug her back. All the fears that had consumed you for weeks were now gone. Even if it was only by Wanda’s magic. You curled into her side and fell asleep. Finally able to find some peace.

~

It was the night of the charity gala. You drove home but had taken the long way around to cool off from your mothers subtle aggression. Plans on how to ignore her future advances build in your mind as you pull into the parking garage. You stepped out of the car and held your head in your hands. You hadn’t drank that much, but a headache would be inevitable.

Sirens sound from the road in front of your complex and you growl. The loud noise and lights make your head pound. You shake your keys and walk towards the stairwell. Coughing into your arm and you open the door to your floor. You throw your hand back with a scream at the hot door handle.

“the fuck…? NO!” forgetting your pain you throw open the door and run into the building. Smoke flows from under doors and fire licks at the walls. The sound of the siren gets louder from some open window. You run through the halls trying your best to not breathe in smoke. Yelena would be asleep. She wouldn’t know what’s happening.

Your apartment door is on the right and you stand back and kick the handle. Your foot hurts as it contacts the rough wooden door but it cracks. You kick again and the door falls in. Running through the door you smack your arm into the frame and cry out in pain.

Fanny barks from one of the rooms and you follow the noise letting her run free into the hallway. You hope dearly that the dog finds her way out.

The entirety of your home is consumed in flames. Beams that held up the apartment above you are on the floor. The poor old couple who was always so nice. Hopefully they had gotten out before it collapsed. Running to your bedroom you try to open the door. It gives quickly but before you can get to Yelena a strong arm grabs at your back.

“What the? HEY!” you squirm trying to slip out of the grip. You have no luck and result to punching. Nothing makes the arms let you go as they pull you from the building. Along the way down you consider it may be a firefighter saving your life.

“Please. My girlfriend, she’s still in there. Please, she was asleep. Save her. I can get out,” you plead with your “saviour”. The person doesn’t acknowledge any words or attempts of movement. They just carry you out of the building back into the parking garage. At some point you began crying, fearing for your girlfriends and your neighbours lives.

You are carried to a car and roughly thrown in. Your broken wrist, now remembered, aches and you curl into a ball. The driver doesn’t speak to you and the person who carried you doesn’t get into the car with you. You didn’t register the person in the back seat with you until they cough. Or rather She coughs.

“Oh Y/N I’m glad we got you out ok. I was so scared we wouldn’t be able to get you out before the fire got you too,” Your eyes widen at the familiar voice and you sit up looking into her eyes. The pieces fall into place in your mind. No you’d never thought she’d be this cruel. Yet here you were, Yelena and Fanny. They were in there.

“You didn’t. no no you didn’t. You are cruel and hateful but not murderous,” you pull away as a hand strokes your cheek. Hate flashes behind your eyes.

“Oh honey. You will forgive me when you realise it was for the sake of the family. Like they always say; ‘Mother knows best.’”

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International Fanworks Day 2022

Thank you so much to the Creative Lounge for making these bingo cards for International Fanworks Day 2022!

I filled out both cards and there are a lot of stories so I’m putting the rest of this post under a cut.

Favourite Trope: Seducing Tobirama for the pining trope. So much pining!

SO much research: Courting Culture Confusion. I keep having to break for research spirals. 🤣

Smallest thing you made: No Stars in the Sky. Only 41 words.

Was supposed to be a one-shot: Escape and Evade. This was only ever supposed to be a short thing - the first chapter was supposed to be a stand alone one shot. Whoops. It ended up being 38K and the first part of a series that is currently 490K... and still ongoing.

Flowed from my fingertips fully-formed: (Im)pure Chaos. It just happened!

Created during a weird rush of energy: Founders Fairy Tales. I wrote 11K over two days - I don't know what happened.

Cried while creating this: Not Even the Law Can Help You. Oh yeah. Buckets of tears.

Train wreck turned into awesomeness: Orienting an Orbit. This story fought me like hell, but I quite like how it turned out.

I had to create new tags: Sharks Hug With Their Mouths. I definitely had to create new tags for this, including a new tag for the relationship.

No beta no regrets: Almost everything I've ever written. Only one of my stories has been beta'd - Silence is Golden.

I invented this rare pair: Blondes Save the World. This relationship tag didn't exist on AO3 before I wrote it, and this is still the only story on AO3 with this ship.

Au/crossover that no-one asked for: The Wrong Question. Definitely no one asked for this one. 🤣

Successfully wrestled into submission: Slither and Stalk. Another story that fought me, but I actually like.

Fave OC-centric work: Home is in the Heart (of the Ocean). Niko is my very first OC in Naruto fandom and she's dear to my heart.

Was supposed to be fluff, (I swear): The Closing of Our Shared Narrative. I don't know how the angst crept in...

I sleep-created this: Bad Moon Rising. The second chapter was entirely plotted in my sleep - I'm a lucid dreamer so I do that sometimes.

Biggest thing you made: To Tempt a Target. 114K words. The only thing bigger is the series bible which currently stands at 141K.

The one that haunts my dreams (finished or un): There are three of these, all unfinished. Death is Not the End - because the short story that I posted is only the beginning of a giant AU, Hold Your Children Precious - a really dark cannon divergence AU, and an as yet untitled (and utterly crack) idea in which Naruto canon is actually a D&D campaign played by the members of the Akatsuki IRL. Hidan is a med student and health nut, which should really tell you exactly how crack it is...

So underrated: The Mirror Wheel Eye by @pentapoda​. I cannot believe this only has 157 kudos!

Made you feel emotions (how dare): A Gift Just for You by @creative-sweets​. Super sweet and cute!

Brought you into a fandom/ship: As Is the Sea Marvelous by @blackkatmagic​. The story that dragged me screaming (with joy) on to the MadaTobi ship and gave me an understanding of the Founders Era.

Learned so much from this: a symbol of subjugation by evocates. A seminal foundation of this fandom for me.

Fanwork that inspired me to create fanworks: naruto short fic tumblr fills by @robininthelabyrinth​. My very first Naruto story is based on chapter 89 (Run) and written with nirejseki's permission.

Fave twist on a trope: Konoha is the Clownfish AU of the shinobi world by drelfina. Amazing take on the mpeg trope, just amazing.

Made me scream in the comments: Wingtips by @good-grievance​. Scream, keyboard smash, everything.

A+ characterisation: blood rare and sweet as cherry wine by @asukaskerian​. Fantastic characterisation, just wonderful, and such fantastic world building! Fraternal polyamory! Incredible!

So fluffy it gave me cavities: Storehouse Treasure by @dahtwitchi​. This is the story to reread when I want to be happy. I could just squeeze Kura forever, she is so cute! (Although Madara would murder me.)

Helped me to heal: (If you are not by my side) What does it matter if I can ascend to the highest peak? by drelfina. The very first story I read with the MadaTobi pairing and the one which made me go, “wait, is this Naruto?????”

The one everyone should read: Under a Teardrop Moon by @writhingbeneathyou​. To describe this would be to ruin it. Just read it, it's wonderful.

Reread immediately: Of Demon Fish and Time Travel by @kitsunekage88​. Amazing time travel AU. I cannot help but re-read it whenever I see it.

Spiciest smut: Gentle Scales by @artbythedarkside​. I'm a huge fan of this story. HUGE.

Hurt so good: We Bleed the Same by @madmothmadame​. Oh god. So good, and so painful, I cannot recommend it highly enough.

Lost sleep, no regrets: In the Eye of the Beholder by @hali-ra​. I read all 90K in a single night and I regret nothing. NOTHING.

Hats off to this mash-up: oh, but the revelation of stardust by @pearlescentpearl​. MCU and Naruto are not fandoms that I ever thought could be smashed together but WOW. I read this story before I even knew who Tobirama was, and it's only gotten more excellent since.

The head cannon that lives in my head rent-free: Eyestealer by @robininthelabyrinth​. Amazing. I have never seen this concept done anywhere else and I cannot write Hashirama without thinking of this story.

Is it weird that I want to fic this fic?: Tobirama-Centric Snippets and Oneshot Collection by @kitsunesongs​. Chapter 7 (To the Waters and the Wilds) and chapter 9 (The Senju Spring Festival) are especially inspiring!

Pulled off a really tricky scenario: I'm powerful (with a little bit of tender) by @silverutahraptor​. Beautiful lyrical story telling. Chapter three is my favourite.

Wish it were canon: War In Times of Peace by @raendown​. Oh this one, how I wish it were canon, I really do!

Fave OC-centric work: Doing the Work by MarbleGlove. An absolute joy to read, an incredible example of how an original character can impact canon.

The one that I hold out hope that it will be updated one day: Captured Crimson by @emilx311​. I waited... and it happened! Good things do come to those who wait! 💚💚💚💚💚

[upwardwrites]

——— Hello, writeblr!

🪶 Call me Upward. I’m ancient by tumblr standards : I made my main blog (unsurprisingly named @upward - where my likes/follows come from!) in 2008.

🪶 I’m in my mid-thirties, based in the US and use she/her pronouns.

🪶 I spend a lot of time with words. As a Creative Director with a background in Copywriting, my day is spent making sure words, images and emotion play nice. Even when I’m not working on my novel or short stories.

🪶 My Copywriting experience has given me great tools for my own work, but one of my passions is helping others write and edit more effectively too!

🪶 I’m lousy with grammar though. Can’t use a comma properly to save my life, according to countless proofreaders.

🪶 I’m also a photographer! And I collect hobbies. Learning things makes my brain happy even if I don’t stick with it.

🪶 Mostly speculative fiction, sci-fi, fantasy, horror. Appalachian settings and themes play enormous roles in my work as do my characters’ relationships with the setting.

🪶 avatar art is not mine, credit is here!

🪶 Primary WIP: The Butcher Bird

(This sounds like a shitty movie voiceover I KNOW IM SORRY)

For as long as anyone could remember, most humans looked skyward for extraterrestrial arrival. Even if they had looked in the right place, it wouldn’t have saved them. Several years after the collapse of civilization, an event known as the Landing, only a small percentage of the human population remains, learning to survive in communities cut off from technology and the rest of the world. Sadie Barton returns to the Smoky Mountains, in many ways the same unruly girl who left her daddy’s house on the lake the day she turned eighteen. But years of service in a secretive militia left deep marks, the most recent of which brings her to the struggling community of Snowbird and some old friends. Despite a brutal start to another hard winter, it’s a chance to right some wrongs, find a purpose and finally come home. Except the trees across the hills and in the hollers are lighting up with more strange runes, making it much harder for her to disappear.

I’ve had this story in my head for more than ten years, but didn’t start actively writing it until Autumn of 2021. I’m nearing the end of my first draft but I keep learning new things, meeting interesting characters and messing with what I’ve already written. Good chance it’s well over 150k words with “deleted scenes” or pieces I haven’t been able to place yet. Likely a duology and it sets up a fun universe to play in!

🪶 Additional WIPs: UPDATED 7/17

1. Unnamed Appalachian Horror Project

Co-writing an Appalachian horror anthology with a friend. Short stories that intersect. Inspired by a card from the game Inscryption.

2. Unnamed Web Series

Another joint venture that will hopefully become a web series! A slice of life comedy that explores what happens when residents of a rural mountain community have problems with their HOA (and each other).

A smattering of short stories neglected for years and years. More suspended and unfinished than in progress. But they’re there!

🪶 Etc etc: Why and What else?

I’m not really comfortable peppering most people with details about my project. I’m keeping it close (why you won’t find things like full chapters here either) and surprisingly shy about letting anyone read my work.

But I’m desperate to talk about it! What I’m learning, changes I’m making, ideas I get. What my OCs are like.

Even though I’ve been writing since I could hold a pencil (I still remember my first short story from first grade) and people even pay me to write, I have no idea how to write good novel-length fiction. I have so much to learn. I get stuck frequently. I lose focus. I battle a lot of burn out.

I try to write at least 400 words a day unless I’m having a tough burn-out day, so that’s my primary writing goal. My next one? Finish this rough draft by June 30 of 2022.

So bring on the questions and the prompts and the ideas. I’d love to read your work and ask you more about it, too!

[teamatsumu]

What Could Have Been - Epilogue

Series Summary: Steve went back in time to be with Peggy. You go back in time to be with him.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Word Count: 1,882

A/N: It’s over yall. it’s over. i was in tears writing this, legit. im so so glad i wrote it and im so glad it ended this way. thabk you to everyone who supported this story and commented on chapters. believe me that i only wrote for you and you motivated me to get through this!!

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

For years, you had thought about what it would feel like to see Steve’s face again. You had contemplated every emotion in the book. Would he be happy? Would his face light up and would his eyes gloss over with emotion? Or would he be sad? Angry? Would his face contort into rage and blood rush to his cheeks as he tried not to attack you? Confused? Afraid? Suspicious? It could go a million ways.

You hadn’t thought of the possibility that he would show no emotion at all.

You had expected something. Some semblance of life in his face, some form of feelings, that could maybe give you a clue about where he stood in regards to you. But he was a blank sheet. He stared at you where you stood behind Nat, who was talking to him. He hadn’t moved from his place on the counter, a warm cup of coffee forgotten on the marble before him. Sam was on the other side of the counter, and unlike his stone cold friend, he looked shocked, a little confused, slightly angry, and curiously hanging on to the explanation that was tumbling out of Natasha. He grabbed ahold of the list when Nat finally pulled it out, eyebrows furrowed as he read through it. Nat was still talking, but you couldn’t hear a word over the rushing in your ears. Your eyes were fixed on Steve, as his were on yours. And for the first time in the last five minutes, you finally caught a flicker of something in his eyes.

Resignation.

Nat’s words halted when he stood up, slowly, and walked to the sink so he could pour the contents of his unfinished cup down the stainless steel. All three of you watched him silently. 

“Steve?” Nat voiced, albeit hesitantly. He still didn’t reply. He washed the cup, placing it upside down on the counter to dry out. The silence in the room was so thick that he probably noticed it, rolling his eyes and turning to face his friends.

“What do you want me to say?” Your breath hitched. His voice. It was the same, low and soft, yet reassured. You had missed it. It hit you then, looking at his face, at the blue of his eyes standing out against the white floor and counters, just how much you had yearned for his presence all this time. You hadn’t been away from Steve for this long even when you were just friends and pining over him like a teenager. He’d always been there, a presence that you could count on, the framework that held you up. And living without him had been hell.

Nat struggled with her words, and you understood why. To the very core, there was nothing much Steve could say. Both Nat and Sam had given him hell for letting you escape. As far as Nat had told you, he had regretted that decision when Bucky still hadn’t shown up to the building they had eyes on. His friends had effectively painted you out to be a traitor he got tricked by. And he was left with nothing but a lingering sadness and regret that he couldn’t let go of.

“So she was telling the truth all along.” He nodded, and you could tell he was gritting his teeth. The muscle in his jaw ticked, symbolising his anger and hurt. There was something strange in his tone, something that made you feel like his real response wanted to be ‘I told you so’, but he wasn’t saying it out loud. “Good to know.”

He turned to walk away towards the narrow corridor leading to his room, but your next words made him freeze on the spot.

“Bucky’s outside.”

It felt wrong, using Bucky as bait for him to listen to you, to stay in the room a little longer. You felt kind of dirty using Bucky like that, but when you saw him turn around, breath caught in his throat and eyes filled with something raw and painful, the first proper emotion you had got out of him, you couldn’t help but not feel guilty.

“Don’t.” His voice quivered, barely above a whisper, and it made your chest constrict, corrupting your lungs until you were heaving for breath. “Don’t lie about something like this.”

“It’s not a lie.” Your voice was a few octaves higher, effectively trying to not cry. Nat and Sam watched the exchange silently. You felt it cruel to make Steve wait any longer. He had lived with this hope for years. Now it was finally solidifying in front of him. You turned and walked to the Compound entrance, knowing he’d follow you.

Bucky was nervously leaning against the car, fiddling with the gloves he was wearing to cover his metal hand. When you had told him a few days ago that it was okay if he still wanted to stay in Romania, he had refused.

“You were there when no one was. The least I can do is extend the same courtesy to you.”

You had been grateful for his presence. In the last two years, you were all you two had. You had gotten used to him being there. And when Bucky voiced that he thought he was finally ready to see Steve, it calmed you even more to have him with you.

You didn’t regret the decision one bit. Not when you watched Steve and Bucky embrace each other, childhood friends clinging to each other as if they were still the young boys running around the streets of Brooklyn. You could hear muffled mumbles as they hugged, staring at your feet. You were reminded of how profound the connection between them was. Steve had risked everything to save Bucky back in the day, in your timeline. And of course, this Steve was no different. You had, once again, reunited the two best friends, just like you had in the original timeline.

It solidified the fact that no matter the disruptions, some things were always meant to happen a certain way.

When Steve pulled away, his face was wet with tears. The tip was his nose was dusted red as he wiped it, sniffling. His eyes were red rimmed as well, and he looked absolutely exhausted.

And despite that, his little smile was youthful, like a flower blooming on a rainy day, and you felt, for the first time in ages, that warm flutter which only Steve could get out of you. Even after all these years, he was still the only person who could do that.

And standing there, on the concrete of the Compound, warmed by the sun and by the heat of Steve’s gaze, Nat’s hand slowly squeezing your elbow to comfort you, you felt whole for the first time since Tony's funeral.

…………………………………...

You had missed New York’s sunsets. There was something about the way the sky changed colors with the background music of the city’s many, many sounds that just couldn’t be replicated anywhere else in the world. Today the blue faded to shades of warm orange and angry red streaked with a yellow that only signified the hope in your heart intertwined with years of hurt. The sky represented you today, capturing the very essence of the tangled mess in your head. The air had cooled down a lot more compared to that afternoon, and it felt crisp as you inhaled. You swung on the hanging bench, feeling the wood dig into your thighs. It creaked only slightly, and the monotone sound brought you comfort.

Another sound filled the air, a familiar slide of the glass door behind you, another slide and a soft click to notify you that someone had closed it behind them. 

You didn’t have to turn around. You knew it was him.

The bench jolted slightly as he sat down, the swinging motion stopping under his weight. You continued staring at the sky.

“I have so much to say to you.” 

The wind moved through your hair.

“Yet you can’t say anything at all.” You nodded, smiling. “I get it. I feel the same.”

There was a small silence.

“For the past two years I’ve rehearsed this moment in my head.” You continued. “I have enough to say to make a whole essay. But it’s just-”

“-all gone now.” Steve completed for you, sighing and closing his eyes. You wondered if they were burning from the crying. Yours definitely were.

“I have enough Pym Particles for one more round.” You voiced it for the first time to anyone. No one knew this. Not even Bucky.

“They’re the things that make me time travel.” You explained in response to the confused look he gave you. “I have just enough to get back to my own time. But I never used them, because I felt like I had duty to Bucky. He’s the only reason I decided to stick around.”

He knew what you were implying. Bucky was here now, with Steve. Your duty was over. You could go back now.

“And you have no other reason to stay?” His voice was a mere whisper, carried to your ears by the tickling wind. It made you finally look at him, really look at him, and it made you draw in a deep, trembling breath.

“I- I don’t know.” You honestly didn’t. You had no idea what to think anymore. Steve’s fingertips brushed against yours where your hand sat on the bench, and you felt your eyes flutter shut at the chills that zipped up your arm. Your fingers twitched under his ministrations, caressing his digits ever so softly until they intertwined. You stared at your now connected hands.

“I know I have no right to ask this of you,” he began. “But if you’ll have me, I’m yours.”

Your face crumbled. Nine years. You had wanted to hear those words for nine years. Almost a decade. You had birthed every variation of this moment in your head, but no matter how vivid your imagination was, not once could you have captured the emotion that went through you in that moment. The very moment where your unrequited love turned two sided. You couldn’t describe it if you tried. Relief, love, a lingering sadness, and sense of closure. Like a frustrating chapter finally coming to an end. You let your hand entwine completely with Steve’s, could feel the pound of his pulse, could almost hear the sirens in the beat of his heart.

You gave him a smile, slowly forming on your face until it stretched your face, until it made your eyes crinkle. A tear was shed, sliding down the apple of your cheek and onto the tip of Steve’s finger as he crushed it away, leaving a burn behind him on the skin he touched. Your eyelids fluttered, and more tears poured.

Everything was quiet, yet everything was so, so loud.

You said no more words, just let your temple meet the tip of his shoulder, let yourself feel his warmth which rolled off him in waves, washing over you like hot water over sore limbs. His hand, callous yet soft, squeezed yours, a simple press, yet it held a thousand apologies, a thousand promises.

It was over. And it was the beginning.

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As always, feedback is appreciated!

[dannyphantom-rewrite]

Character ref for; Jack, Maddie and Jazz,

Art by @gally-hin / @gally-hin-phantom

Okay so first off; in terms of Actual redesign, I didn't change a whole lot. I'm actually very fond of Jack and Maddie's design's, my only real issue was with their proportions. Like...look as a lady person who is also thiCC I do not have a fucking wasp thin waist and I'm sure I'm not the only one, lmao. As for Jack? Godamnit he looked like a brick on toothpicks. Just Let him be a fucking Bara man! Anyway of course I asked Gally to do this one bc they're fucking great at drawing different body types

I also cannot and will not take credit for Jazz's outfit. I didn't have any issue with her canon clothes aside from them being a bit plain, so what she's wearing here was literally pulled straight off of her original concept art, which I will link here.

Anyway, getting to the Actual character lore now, let's start with

Maddie Fenton

-Full name is Madeline (I haven't decided on a maiden name yet)

-Born and raised on a farm in Arkansas, had a southern accent that she trained herself out of in college bc it was just one more reason for people not to take her seriously. Still sometimes uses "y'all" completely unironically bc old habits die hard.

-She has a really big family, and they're proud of her accomplishments but feel like she's wasting her talent studying ghosts, because really, up until the Fenton portal was up and running there wasn't even any solid proof they existed. Her sister Alicia is the one outlier there, and even if she doesn't understand, it she completely supports her.

-She majored in engineering and minored in psychology at Wisconsin EDU. Her, Jack and Vlad were all in the same engineering class, and that's where they met.

-Maddie is particularly interested in how ghosts think, analysing their behavior, their motives. Not only that, but they aren't just dead people with unfinished business, they've built an entire culture in the Ghost Zone that is completely seperate from humanity, and she wants to understand all of it.

-skilled marksman and 9th degree black belt, (which is. The highest fucking level there is holy shit? I looked it up after I saw it on her wiki page.)

Jack Fenton

-He's from Minnesota (Amity park is in Illinois and him and Maddie didn't move there until after they got married) 

-okay, "but why minnesota specifically" you ask? Because. I crave. Foot ball discourse. 

-minnesota vikings vs green bay packers guys do you UNDERSTAND WHERE IM GOING WITH THIS 

-The funny thing is that Jack only watches football casually while Vlad is a fucking die hard so when these two got together to see a game it was like....

-Jack: Here to chill and have a good time.

-Vlad: Primed and ready to start a fist fight at any given moment.

-I am never not going to be salty about how Canon Jack was portrayed like a complete moron 99% percent of the time. Like no...theres a difference between Actual Stupid and ADHD induced dumbass-ery.

-Am I saying Jack Fenton has ADHD? Yes. why? Because I also have ADHD and I have always vibed So Hard with his Character.

-Jack is loud and easily excited about things that interest him. He's impulsive and fidgety and yeah, a bit absent minded. He has a mouth that clearly runs so much faster than his head. His train of thought doesn't get derailed so much as it stops and takes several different detours on the way to it's final destination.

-and that's only the tip of the iceberg, really, I'd need an entire essay to get into this completely, but I just really relate.

-Jacks skill-set / interests regarding ghosts vary a bit from Maddie's, most notably in the sense that he doesn't believe that they're static entities already set in their ways, completely incapable of change.

-Jack majored in engineering and minored in Biology at Wisconsin EDU.

-Jack's work with tech is a bit hit or miss. He definitely HAS the engineering skills, but the intrest isn't always there and he's constantly jumping back and forth between different projects. He tends to focus on the concept work and schematics and leave most of the assembly to Maddie as a result. It's an arrangement that works well for them, and has drastically decreased the number of unintentional explosions in the lab.

-A lot of Jack's work tends to revolve around ghostly biology and Ectoplasm, figuring out how ghosts are made, what makes them tick, what the hell Ectoplasm Actually Is, how it's used as an energy source, ect.

-and yes, that does also mean he handles the dissections.

-See that facial scar? Yeah, that's not actually there at the start of the series rewrite but it's very important for plot reasons so I had to include it. Can't say much more on the subject because SPOILERs owo.

Jasmine Fenton

-Jazz is a 18 years old, and a senior at Casper high.

-Which means she prepping to go away to college and won't be around to keep an eye on Danny.

-Obviously that doesn't mean I'm just writing her out of the story, oh no. Know why? Because she's also gonna go to Wisconsin EDU. ya know who else is in Wisconsin? Fuckin' Vlad.

-Jazz is autistic, Although she passes for neurotypical in part due to symptoms being completely over looked in girls due to gender stereotyping and also the fact that she doesn't have any special interests that are considered " "too weird.""

- Her hyperfixation with psychology started at a young age in an effort to better understand people, and social/emotional cues and all that.

-Jazz is well liked at school but she's not popular or apart of any specific group or clique. She's very kind and compassionate to people, and just about everyone knows her, but you'd be hard pressed to find someone who actually Considered her a friend. Except maybe Spike.

-I'm gonna have to give spike his own Character ref at some point, but he's this scary looking goth kid that's been held back twice. He's actually super sweet, just really fuckin' quiet and anxious. Him and jazz kinda ended up gravitating towards each other. She might do most of the talking, but they look out for each other.

-its not like jazz doesn't try to socialize, but it's difficult and she's found it much easier and less stressful to just. Keep to herself and let her interactions with her peers stay shallow and superficial. Sure, it's lonely sometimes but it's better than constantly worrying about saying the wrong thing or making some other misstep.

-One of Jazz's other special interests is football, and it's not so much the players or the game as it is the strategy of it? Started out as one of those things you do to bond with your dad, and she ended up getting really into it.

-She absolutley winds up getting into stupidly intense discussions with Vlad about it, too, lmao.

-Her and Danny probably bonded over SBNation bc that shit has both sentient satellites and ridiculously complex football mechanics.

-She's completely oblivious to the fact, but Dash has a massive crush on her bc holy shit this girl understands football (hey bud your toxic masculinity is showing put that shit away)

-I mentioned that Danny was in Cheer for a bit in middle school so it makes sense that she'd also be pushed into doing some kind of extracurricular activity.....so.....she was in a martial arts class for a bit thanks to Maddie and has a good grasp on self defense.

I think that's everything? I feel like I'm leaving things out tho? Idk if I did I'll come back and add on to this later and also pls don't hesitate to ask questions bc it really helps me flesh things out better.

[theabysswatchers333]

The Walten Files Theories:

I rewatched the series and I have some new theories and my guess on the timeline. If anyone saw my previous theories about Jack being in Boozoo. I take that back. I struggle to see faces and I got Charles and Jack confused. Anyway with theories from my brother I think I understand the Walten files a lot better now. But of course these are just theories or guesses to the story. I went all out and spoke on all my theories because I think that's what your supposed to do. Since the story of bons burgers isn't told in a traditional sense. My brother also helped me generate ideas so I want to give him some credit too, enjoy!

Firstly I want to cover two big mysterious. Jack and Charles. Their fates are really left to mystery. But I think we get enough clues that the peices can be put together.

Charles is the most unknown important figure in the entire series. We know what he looks like and who he was stuffed into but otherwise we don't get much else. I have a few theories on him. With the casting of Boozoos ghost and the fact that everyone Felix killed was an employee, I think Charles was an important or high ranking employee under the founders. My guess would be that either he made the animatronics, he was the person who handled the buisness side of things, or he was the highest ranking and most loyal Tech support. I think he may have been close to the founders. So close they set up opening day to be on Lily's birthday (I assume Lily was close to Charles, a daughter or a neice) I picked up on this when Linda called Lily by name in her letter. If it was someone she didn't know she would've said "opening day" or just "a birthday party" she had probably met Charles and Lily at least once to know this info. And at this time the company wasn't off the ground yet. So with that established I think Charles was killed for one of two reasons (or a mix of both) A. Jack set it up so that if something happened to him Charles got his part of the company and become a founder or B. Charles was the one who told the authorities about what happened at Bons burgers. If you remember in Rosemary's section there is a shadow that follows behind then slowly and walks in as shes stuffed. That couldve been charles. He may have picked up that Felix acted strange around his female employees (I always thought it was odd aside from Jack and Brian the majority of the deaths were woman) plus the "nows shes beautiful bit" which may have gotten Charles to keep on eye on the other employees and watch over them. But that eventually got him killed. Both theories are things Felix wouldn't have wanted to happen. When Jack is dead he acts as if he barely existed and even capitalizes off his disappearance. I think Felix while caring for the Waltens also had a big ego. Thinking he was above everyone and obsessive about his image. Which probably lead to all the deaths but especially Charles.

That leads me into my next theory. No one is in Bon. Bon is the face of the company. I think Felix's ego is to big for him to ruin the animatromic that is the company's brand. I think all the murders that happened when Bons burgers was open were entirely Felix. Even though we're seeing the bon animatronic. If you notice in Rosemary's part, bon had human hands. Separate from the suit

See? The suit is covering someone human. At this point Felix couldve been wearing the suit. But later it was probably impossible for Ashley and Brian to be killed by Felix. Which Leads me to my next part.

We can tell by Ed and Molly possessing their rabbit that the bodies don't have to be inside the animatronic for them to be possesed. While Felix obviously didn't die he still could've possesed Bon in some way. Like a poltergeist situation, where his guilt was so extreme. Plus his heightened emotions when he killed wearing the bon suit. It left Bon possesed by his energy. I think this makes sense as Bon is clearly hunting for Sophie. However he doesn't know what she looks like and is just randomly attacking employees that have the same uniform. So it doesn't make sense that Jack or Felix are actually in the suit.

I actually think that after Bons shut down the bodies were removed from the animatronics. All the animatronics have the same large holes in their chests. Which don't look like regular wear and tear. This is probably also why they could be reopened and reused as the biohazard was removed before they were stored.

Billy is dirty but doesn't have any holes, as he wasn't stuffed with a body until after he was put into the storage facility. Bon probably had blood on him from Felix and had to be cracked open, Sha was also opened. If your curious as to why Police didn't just take off the top layer and expose the exoskeleton. The inside of the animatronics probably had evidence that they took in. Like hair, blood, nails, or if you think some were stuffed alive (like Susan), scratch marks.

Now after those linked thearies let's go back to Jack. A lot of people wonder why Show bear wasn't apart of the show stoppers. But with the estimated timeline were shown. Jack was probably murdered first after Ed and Molly died. I theorize that A. Jack is in showbear and B. Showbear was in the showstoppers but Felix became paranoid or because it was his first kill while drunk he wasn't able to hide the body properly so he dumped the whole animatronic in a well. Probably just off the Bons burgers property.

With all those theories laid out im gonna give my estimated and theorized timeline

Jack and Felix co-founder a restaurant and name it Bons Burgers. They start to hire employees before it opens and set up the opening date to be on Lily's birthday. Which is Charles Neice or Daughter. Charles was close to the Waltens and Krankens and probably did behind the scenes work on the buisness or was a loyal friend they hired as an employee. Before opening day Felix is asked to take Ed and Molly to a school dance and drop them off at home. He takes them to the dance and drinks while he's there. He then starts to drive them home. Combined with his drunk driving and the loose laws on seatbelts in the 70s; Ed and Molly are killed in a car crash. Where Felix survives. Felix buries Ed and Molly, who go on to posses their stuffed rabbit even though their still buried. Jack kept calling Felix more and more panicked. Felix probably lied and said he took them to bons burgers and lost track of time. That he felt dizzy and needed Jack to come pick them all up. When Jack got there Felix probably attacked him and thought he killed him and roughly stuffed him in showbear. But because of his drunken state he couldn't quite do it right. So instead he dragged showbear to a nearby well and threw the animatronic inside. Jack was probably alive still. In his later messages he begs for help, stating that he can't breath. Rosemary or Felix reports all three of them missing. Opening day comes around, it seems it went smoothly but for some reason Susan is killed and stuffed inside Banny. Probably alive, per the "the rabbit is starving" section. Bons burgers continues operating until Felix tricks Rosemary into the back rooms. Wearing the Bon suit. He dismembers her alive and stuffs her in Sha. Charles walks in or he's already gone to the police so he's also killed and stuffed in Boozoo. Along with presumably Susan screaming at night still alive and begging for help. Bons burgers is closed for good. Felix still wants to kill Sophie to ensure that he is never caught but he never manages to do so. The animatronics are inspected and all bodies are removed. Everything is moved to the storage facility as the case is investigated. The case probably went cold, or at least the bodies weren't buried yet as Felix was never found out. With all of them having unfinished buinsess they still continue to haunt Bons burgers. Most of the showstoppers don't seem to reanimate. Instead finding their way into employee tapes, cartons, and the arcade games like bunny farm. Bon possesed by Felix's negative energy from his murders, attempts to hunt down Sophie. Eventually after the case is either dropped or goes cold. Attempts are made to reopen Bons burgers as the characters are still successful. The relocate project start up and the three employees are sent to try and fix the animatronics. Ashley goes into the backroom and is killed by Bon and stuffed in Billy. This shuts down the relocate project for a while. Brian is hired to try and fix the animatronics again. But is stopped by Bon and is hunted down and mauled left to die. Until eventually it appears the project is successful as Sophie and Jenny seem to be new employees handling the machines in a different setting. While playing Bunnyfarm Sophie starts to, and eventually remembers her family.

Stepping back from the lore and story in their universe. I feel like there is another angle you could see the story in. I also think the Walten Files could be being told from Sophie's perspective, possibly in thearpy. These seemingly meaningless tapes suddenly Jolt memories and flashbacks. Which would also explain the random music, dates, distorted pictures, and disjointed conversations. Honestly some parts in the Walten Files remind me of my own memories and flashbacks as a person with memory problems like Sophie. However there isn't much evidence for that. But it is still possible. From that Angle the sequence of events still play out the same but instead of the tapes being haunted its Sophie's having flashbacks as she remembers bits and peices.

That's all I have! Sorry it ended up being such a long post, I hope it makes sense. Have a good day, thank you for reading!

[alicanta77]

listen, idek if you know how big of a fan i am of your works? but i regularly stalk your master list okay. i’ve never touched tomorrow never dies bc i had a strong feeling it was going to break me and you know what ??? I WAS RIGHT. how DARE you tear my heart out and then laugh at me ???? did you HAVE to k*ll them like that ??? i can’t tell you how many times i had to rest my phone down and look up to stop myself from crying ??? it’s so rare that a fic makes me feel emotions as strongly as this one did and i just- idk i’m so upset 😭😭 they deserved better and i feel so sad just thinking about how much they’ve all been through and i think it speaks volumes for how talented a writer you are to evoke such emotion from your audience ?? (but we knew you’re insanely talented) in case you couldn’t tell, i absolutely love tomorrow never dies and i have my fingers crossed that there will be no more deaths. i genuinely don’t think my heart could handle anymore of that or betrayal. i just really loved it so much and i hope you know how grateful i am to have found such an amazing writer as you and to be able to read your work for free nonetheless? an absolute blessing💓 thank you <3

honestly i do recognise your url, especially in early days for me with royal blooded!!!

tomorrow never dies is always so hard to write because of how intense and emotional it is, i find myself so tired after a chapter, but it is always worth it because i adore that series with my heart and soul, and the effort it takes makes it feel so much better when i reread them and they're finished.

one thing i really wanted to play on with TND though, was disrupting the reader's sense of justice. like, i write a lot of fluff, and i enjoy that, because its fun and happy and i really love it, but i love putting out something intense like this. something with the theme that TND has is the kind of concept that i enjoy reading and watching, so its been something i wanted to try for a while, but i wanted for things to be unfair. like i wanted the reader to feel like the characters deserved one thing, but instead were given the complete opposite. so this included killing a character off before they achieved their goal, letting the bad guy get an important win, not giving characters closure (eg unfinished conversations, not time for mourning etc.)

i can't promise that the final chapter is going to be pain free and easy going... in fact i can guarantee that it won't be BUT the ending is hopefully going to give some closure and make it seem worth it. after such a long and difficult ride, im nervous about the ending because i just want it to do the rest of the series justice and give you the ending you want and deserve

i honestly cannot thank you enough for loving this series and being so supportive over all my works! do you know how lucky i am to have such an amazing reader as you? and you will always get to read my works for free because here on this blog, we say fuck you post+ 😊

[hongism]

so

uh this was a long time coming. i definitely should have made this post 1029380 years ago and not left you guys hanging for this long but im making the post now that i have had a long long time to think through things and consider my options. aha that sounds super scary doesn’t it? sldkjflkj im not leaving or deactivating or quitting writing whatsoever. let me just start by saying that.

to put this whole spiel that will be far far too long into two words: i’m unhappy. not with you guys or my writing or myself. i just find myself being unhappy whenever i write for bts or am on that side of tumblr. not because of the people - because i’ve met some of the most fantastic and incredible people in the world and made lifelong friends through bts - and not because of bts, because bts still is and will always be one of my ults and i love them and their music so so much.

over the past year and eight months, you guys have seen my blog grow and change a whole lot. it’s changed and altered and morphed into what it is today, and i think i’d like to undergo one more big change.

as of now - august 2nd, 2020 - all my bts series are being put on an indefinite hiatus. the reason for this is that when i sit down to write them, i feel frustrated, upset, annoyed, tired. i don’t feel passionate or happy to be writing them, and i know deep down that i am certainly not writing them for myself, and i haven’t been since probably last year. i feel really awful and horrid writing this and confirming what many of you have probably been suspecting for quite some time, because it was never my intention to lose inspiration and leave you all hanging like this. if i had the inspiration and the drive, i truly would finish these series. but every time i tell myself “it’s okay, inspiration will come, it’s okay” and every month this happen when i sit down and say “yea i can write this” but i just can’t. i’m getting really emotional writing this because i’m not a quitter and i’m not someone who can easily walk away from something that i’ve started, but at this moment in time there is just this brick wall that is preventing me from moving forward. 

i have new things i want to explore, i have ideas that i’ve never visited, i have concepts and things that i just want to do but i never feel like i can because every time i sit down to do them, i think about these unfinished series and i think “well someone will ask me why i have the time to write these but not update” and i’m tired of thinking that way. i’m tired of saying i’ll get around to it when i know that it’s not a matter of time. it’s a matter of passion for the stories. and i no longer have passion for those stories. 

so here is a formal announcement that i am taking a step back from writing for bts. i am going to continue writing for them in terms of requests and some things i’ve been meaning, but i really want to explore new avenues. i want to explore writing more for ateez and stray kids. i want to dabble in writing for nct. i just want to continue to grow and explore myself as a writer, and enjoy doing so. at the moment, that does not lie within writing for bts.

is this a permanent change? no absolutely not. i could pick it back up at any point in time. i could spend four days away for all i know. but the main point with it is that i have not allowed myself to take the break i’ve been wanting for eight months. i understand that to some of you guys, this is extremely selfish of me to do. and while yes, this is about me, i need to prioritize my happiness and this is a necessary step for me to be happier. if one day i start writing for bts again, you guys will know it and you’ll see it if you still follow me but if you decide that you would rather not follow me anymore, that is completely okay.

all this to say that i genuinely love you guys and i am so grateful for having this platform, for getting to grow with you all whether you’ve been here since day one or if you just found me yesterday. i am so grateful and touched for all the feedback, love, and support you all have given me on my bts content, and i hope that if you guys decide to stick with me a while longer, you can enjoy my other content for ateez and stray kids as well. i love you all, and thank you so much again 💕

[rigginsstreet]

JULIA’S FICS MASTERLIST

so it’s my wifes ( @fredheads ) birthday and im a flop who doesnt have her birthday fic ready (it’ll be done... before the end of the month. absolutely should not take that long but thats the only definite timeline i have lmao) SO to celebrate, i think you all should read her fics and leave nice comments because it’s what she deserves :)

MULTI CHAPTER (unfinished)

She's The One (fem!fredsythe)

Just Like Heaven (fredsythe, alice - fred escapes the Sisters au)

talk about a dream, try to make it real (fredsythe, gladys - college au)

quiet mercy (fredsythe - the OG fred & the sisters of quiet mercy fic)

Papa (fred and artie exploration)

wanna be your backdoor man (fredsythe - h*rny neighbor antics)

With a Girl Like You (fred and gladys friendship)

all our costliest treasures (baby fredsythe at christmas julia i would like to see more... its your birthday i should not be requesting things my apologies)

but your kids are gonna love it (archie and jughead - back to the future au i never saw that movie so i cant say for sure but they do time travel so that checks out to me)

Riverdale High's Last Annual Father-Daughter Winter Fling (fred takes veronica to the father/daughter dance because hiram is in jail =/ )

i say the phrases that keep it all going (different takes of fred fp archie and jughead dying in each others arms julia where is the fredsythe one... just asking)

MULTI CHAPTER (finished [according to ao3])

wouldn't it be good (ensemble - everyones paired up and has to raise an egg)

love is like a heat wave (fredsythe summertime antics)

burnt toffee (halice - working at an icecream shop, falling in love, v cute)

if only in my dreams (penelope lies about having a boyfriend)

let nothing you dismay (alice cooper fixing christmas)

there's a blue light in my best friend's room (hal and fred bonding hour)

The Trials of Cheerleading (or, "Throwing In The Megaphone") (the parentdale bible just read it and forget anything else anyone [ras] has ever told you)

fred andrews adopts a gang (bet you cant tell what this is about)

from the rich to the poor they are mostly unkind (i think this is a sweet pea centric fic?? julia really has something for everyone but dont expect her to do this again)

fp's adventures in domesticity (fp taking care of the andrews household while fred recovers from getting blasted in the chest)

Oblivion (all the times fred has experienced god)

west of memphis (jarchie post 107 thats all i can tell you idk)

ONE SHOT

Wherever you go i'll be with you (fp and archie - a timeline after freds death)

that's as close as i'll get to loving you (fremary - fred asks mary out)

i'm only good at being bad, bad (gladys hating her deadbeat husband <3)

and all the miles in between (fp and tom on the bus to basic training)

excerpts from the same party (freds interactions...at a party... the title is pretty self explanatory but who doesnt love a party fic ammirite ladiez)

don't you know these days you pay for everything (fred, fp, mary - i remember this being fp playing wingman to get fred and mary together cuz he likes mary better than hermione.... read more to find out if im right)

tying faith between our teeth (fredsythe - au where fp goes to college and doesnt ruin his life)

and they were roommates (fredsythe - another college au)

The Construction Tree (jarchie - idk what this is about i dont read kid fics im sorry... but julias a bomb ass writer so im sure the jarchies will love it anyway)

flowers grow through cement (fred gaining weight and feeling insecure)

night creatures call and the dead start to walk in their masquerade (HALLOWEEN FREDSYTHE BABYYYY!)

get me a prescription for that one perfect touch (fredsythe sick fic)

i don't know where else i can go (more hal and fred bonding hour)

everybody's got a hungry heart (fredsythe sexy time with food... that sounds weird.... listen either youre into it or youre not)

not so typical love song (fp and mary bonding hour)

all the redemption i can offer (fremary after the shooting... im pretty sure... listen i have a bad brain i cant remember things just read it)

Simply Irresistible (fred is a ho)

took the words (right out of my mouth) (four times fred and fp say ‘i love you’)

if you wanna get it done you gotta do it yourself (fp and mary loving fred... who is a ho)

people livin' in competition (more fp/fred/mary nonsense with fp gay pining what a good triangle i would have liked to seen it...)

buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight (mary works at youth crisis hotline and fred calls in)

that's what they say when we're together (halram post high school au)

a good old fashioned romance (hiram flaunting his wealth instead of displaying emotions)

you don't know what (you) got (fred has great friends even though hes a bit of a putz)

watch your weight (more fredsythe food shenanigans)

Valuable Lessons Learned On The Tilt-A-Whirl, or "Babe, You Ought To Quit This Scene Too" (alice hermione fred and fp go to the fair)

what once was (jughead and the andrews after freds shooting)

you must remember this (i have no recollection of what this is about but it sounds jughead centric)

takes guts to be gentle and kind (idk what this is either lmfao but i know julia saved moose and midge in it... idk midge but good for her [granted this also takes place after 202 so keep that in mind])

FP Jones and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad House Party (or, "Nothing Good Ever Happens At One Of These") (oh i remember this one.... mmmm. title tells you all really)

and so please help them with your youth ( ‘fred teaches archie to walk. archie returns the favor’)

andrews & son (more fred and archie post 201)

Blueberry Pie (fredsythe - my review of this fic is just me clutching my chest saying ‘oh god, oh fuck’)

never drill for oil on a city street (part 1 of mary working at a youth crisis hotline and fred calling in and i should put this above the other fic but like... you can figure out one and two on your own i believe in you)

The Perils of Faking Illness (or, “two times Fred Andrews faked sick to get out of class and one time he actually needed a hospital”) (read the title)

healing, in three parts (fred fp archie and jughead attempt a roadtrip)

all along the watchtower (#fredandrewsisriverdale)

guess that we were too much of the same kind (fred getting visitors in the hospital)

sometimes wonder what's beneath the mess you've become (fred and alice bonding hour)

nice day for a white wedding (fredsythe hospital times babyyyy!)

The Unexpected Perks of Feminist Activism (or, "Fingertip Rules") (fred gets fucked in a skirt by fp thats all you need to know)

Any Way You Want It (reggie x moose idk what it is but if you like them here you go)

fun, fun, fun (till her daddy takes the t-bird away) (beach antics! freds a menace but fp loves him anyway...)

hands over the ears of my heart (fred and hermione share a bed but platonically)

the apocalypse comes sooner than you think (fredsythemione antics)

small as a world and large as alone (a series of drabbles about archie jughead and fred post 104)

do a good turn daily (archie x reggie post 103)

seven minutes in heaven (archie and reggie picked for 7 minutes in heaven)

tell me every terrible thing you ever did (archie drops jughead off after the pep rally)

[mistergrass]

Okay so listen 

about the whole “Yakumo is Shinnosuke’s father” thing 

Like oh my god where do I even begin, I feel like all my thoughts are so out of order 

I think one of the comments on crunchyroll I read kind of summed it up for me really well -- in that Higuchi-sensei has this air about him that everything he says is correct, or that he’s so well researched or has all these “ins” in the industry, that what he says has to be right -- because who would know more than him? 

But the thing is, that “authority” is already blown completely out of the water when they all travel back to Kame-ya and Matsuda tells them the true ending of Sukeroku and Kikuhiko’s story. Like... Higuchi-sensei was ALL IN for thinking that Kikuhiko had been at fault based solely on speculation -- with evidence we as the AUDIENCE were also privy to. 

And that’s something that’s great about this series, is the idea of the unreliable narrator. Which is played so perfectly. You can tell in the story that Yakumo tells about his life is holding back in some ways, because he is telling it to Konatsu and Yotaro. It isn’t him just lost in thought reminiscing about the past -- or some standard flashback. He has complete control of the narrative and who he is telling it to. 

Which is also why Kikuhiko and Sukeroku’s relationship seems to have all these IMPLICATIONS around it that are never truly seen through to the end. Because that’s the kind of shit that Yakumo would take to his grave. But I think, even if it was mostly one-sided, the element of romantic-love was definitely there between them (even if it wasn’t always healthy). And anything beyond that we don’t get to know because it’s Yakumo’s story and, tbh, his privacy. 

So back to the final episode’s implications that Shinnosuke would ever be Yakumo’s son -- I really do think it’s just an over-thinking writer going off on some fanciful ideas. Yakumo would never touch Konatsu in that way, for one. Not just because he had a parental love for her, but because she was such a source of sorrow and regret for him. Not in the sense that he ever regretted taking her in, but in the sense that what happened was so tragic -- and he is the one burdened to know the whole of what happened. 

Second, on top of all of that, even if she DID remind Yakumo of Miyokichi (another thing I saw in the comments of the episode) like??? Dude was pretty clearly uninterested in Miyokichi throughout their relationship -- at least physically. I do think he saw her as a dear, valuable friend. But his disinterest in her was the main catalyst to the end of the series. Konatsu baring any resemblance to Miyokichi would be no damn way to get into his pants, im jsyk. 

(And the only time we really DO see Kikuhiko be sensual with Miyokichi is when he licks her tears away just before her death -- something that came WAY out of left-field for a dude who has always kept her at an arm’s length. But then we find out that the entirety of that portion of the story was fabricated to place the blame on Kikuhiko. So...)

And third, when Konatsu finds out that she’s pregnant with Shinosuke she immediately tries to get out of her cafe job -- where members of the gang always held their meetings. She was clearly distressed when Yotaro confronted the gang boss. AND on top of all of that, she had too much resentment in her at the time to go back to Yakumo and LIVE with him if Yakumo was the father. 

(That being said, I don’t actually think it was the gang boss -- I think it was his son. Something everyone but Yotaro seemed to collectively realize, but the gang boss sort of “silently” took the responsibility for. It is his son after all. And I don’t see him correcting Yotaro with how much affection he does have for Yakumo). 

BUT ON TOP OF ALL OF THAT BEING SAID -- I do think that Higushi-sensei asking Konatsu such an outrageous question in the first place gave her the opportunity to vent feelings she very genuinely had when she was younger, which was of romantic love for Yakumo. Something I doubt she ever, ever let herself truly admit to anyone else.

I think that definitely makes sense. She was young. Yakumo was very clear about making the distinction between her father, Sukeroku, and himself. He was her sole source of emotional support for awhile, and she yearned and craved his romantic attention as a result. Just as Miyokichi did, she found herself getting pregnant as a way to “get back” at Yakumo for neglecting that love. And then moved herself back into the house as the knocked-up kid in trouble who maybe NOW might get the attention and affection she desires from this man (only then to realize how in over her head she’d gotten). 

But then, of course, beautiful, gorgeous, bright and wonderful Yotaro steps in and interrupts that plan. And probably one of the greatest on-screen partnership & marriage happens as a result of it. In a way it’s nice -- it’s the ending that Sukeroku and Miyokichi never had. A child drove them apart, while with Konatsu and Yotaro it brought them together. 

The descending stories season seems to work out a lot of these unfinished tragedies through karmic intervention in roundabout ways. One of which being Yakumo receiving the family he was never allowed when he was a young futatsume & shin’uchi. He gets to be surrounded by the two people he cared for the most in an unconventional way, but in a way that is undeniably so tied into their lives. 

Just as he was with Sukeroku and Miyokichi -- but this time, without such an air of tragedy. 

TL;DR HE AIN’T THE DAMN FATHER!!!!!

[ninetyfivepercentstress]

im tryna read mcpricely stuff, any recs?

hey! im surprised i got this ask over here instead of on my sideblog lol but i definitely have a lot of recs!

first, you definitely have to read the bible: A Portrait of Kevin Price as Young Mormon by neverbirds. This is by far the most impactful fic in the fandom. Rent out a couple of hours on the couch and read it straight through. I first read this years ago, and my last reread was about a year back? And I still think about this shit at least once a week. After that, read the author’s companion fic: A Sketch of Connor McKinley. It’s the missing scenes from A Portrait from Connor’s perspective.

Reading anything adele neverbirds has written is a good bet tbh, but quite a few of her fics are unfinished. Read those at your own risk bc you will become obsessed with them and will be driven mad by the lack of an ending. Even so, this fandom owes neverbirds the world.

Little Syncopations by deliarium is also a great starter fic. Classic 5+1 fic from Connor’s perspective. I think this one established a lot of well-known tropes in the mcpriceley fandom that we all joke about.

There’s also this really, really long running fic called Four States, One Journey by strengthsbasedmediocrity. I haven’t been able to bring myself to read it yet because it’s long, heavy, and I’m not emotionally stable enough to embark on this journey yet. But it’s one hell of a fic from what I’ve heard. If you’re looking for a well-balanced meal and maybe some emotional catharsis, this one’s up there with A Portrait.

A huge fav of mine is also miserably, honestly, imperceptively by cherryfizzies. Just the summary alone is iconic, another trope-establisher in this fandom: oblivious!kevin and emotionally-mature!arnaba. 

Just about anything on this list of @appleflavoredkitkats‘s is iconic. This is dedication tbh, here’s the list. I’ve found so many of my favorite fics through that list.

Ok idk how old you are so idk how appropriate this is but it wouldn’t be complete without mentioning greerian ‘s contributions to this fandom. I think we collectively cancelled him a few years back bc of some of the fucked up borderline torture porn he was writing (he was also here on tumblr under the same name), but he’s got the most iconic smut and angst fics around I think. Another major trope establisher, this fic here The Size of Orlando, Florida is the origin of praise-kink!kevin, which everyone assumes is canon these days. There’s a companion fic to this one as well, With a Sunflower Tie. Just steer clear of the pricingham and Soul-Eater and you’ll be fine. The fact that I can name Soul-Eater by name when I only read like two paragraphs of it two years ago is a testament to how overwhelmingly dark it is. If you have any sort of sexual trauma, stay away from it.

Mirimea is also an iconic smut writer of the first-gen BOM fans, with classics like It Is Now and Slow Hand, both of which have reread value. Mirimea also gave us As It Is, which is one of my favorite soulmate AUs for any fandom ever.

As far as other tumblr users go, i recommend @elderkevinmckinley and my mutual @statsvitenskap xx. I believe they’re also on AO3 under the same usernames. Definitely check their stuff out too!

If you thought this whole post was too long and you don’t want to read any of it, PLEASE READ THIS RIGHT HERE. Because you are missing out if you don’t read ESawyer’s works. She’s here as @e-sawyer as well and I owe her all the rights. She writes a lot of multichapter stuff, as well as one-shots. I don’t think she’s written a single fic that didn’t knock all my expectations out of the park. She recently finished Loveth His Children, which is from Jack’s perspective (I’m a sucker for fics from OC/very minor characters’ POV) which was so so so good omg I can’t recommend it enough. A couple of her other iconic multichapter works are There's Only Good Things Ahead of Us Now, Kev, The 11 Things That This Gay Ex-Mormon Will Achieve, and this series In Darkness, Light. She’s also got this series of masseuse!connor fics which i adore: Magic Hands. She’s also got this iconic smutty one shot Unholy Matrimony if you’re interested in nsfw stuff. Another legendary one-shot: 2:00 AM. Also she just started this new multichapter fic that centers around the Price family dynamics against a McPriceley backdrop and I’m already obsessed with it: Cardboard Mother. This turned into a really ugly ramble but she’s literally my favorite author in this fandom right now. Love your work ma’am xx

Anyways if I think of any more I might add them later but gjhdfhgkjdsf. Stan ESawyer and neverbirds and have an excellent day anon