#I did this cause I never see fanart about him anymore so I’m doing it myself

[nix0nada]

Question.

That moment when you realize it’s up to yourself if you want new content of your favorite character

[devine-fem]

lol might get hate for this but in my opinion in terms of the ranking the SuperBat pairings….

1.) Damijon/Jondami- Yes I’m completely bias but I never felt this strong for such a pairing (regardless either platonic/romantic! ) Such an iconic (chaotic) duo! I’m glad the dynamic of Damian and Jon worked out well and is well loved!

2.) Superbat-I mean they are the OGs and I can get why fans love their dynamic and pair them! I’m more bromance for them but I do look forward to their interactions whenever the two appear together!

3.) Timkon-I’m neutral for them. I like the fanarts if I see them but otherwise I think they seem more aesthetically good together than like actually together. Hey at least Tim has Bernard now and personally Kon deserves better.

Jon + Damian have squashed potential. Their friendship would have done both their characters so much good. Eventually, as they grew Jon would have felt like he’d have to chase after Damian and keep up and Damian would seek and find in Jon when it comes to anything he can’t obtain as a hero.

Out of all the popular ships, this one is particularly rare.

Imagine a world where Jon and Damian did engage in a romantic relationship in later years. I think it would be great queer rep to show two people who knew each other as friends - grappling with the same heroic pressures and coming to terms with the fact that they might not want to be just friends anymore (a common queer experience) I also think that in stories where they are do become Batman and Superman, it’d feel very refreshing to see DC have the courage to portray an iteration of their most popular characters like that.

These characters are both fairly new and not so much engraved into the audience. They both know each other and share chemistry so there wouldn’t be a lot of room for complaint.

Superbat is meh to me. Over the years, It has done a lot regarding DC fandom, it’s a ship that’s become iconic and is popular amongst passive fans which could become quite annoying.

Superbat is realistically, never going to happen. Respectfully, I doubt DC would do anything in all seriousness when it comes to anything romantic between these two.

Especially with the obvious things like how Batman is and how Clark has a wife and kids.

Although, no ship is shipped under the ideation of becoming canon so I give this pair its flowers because honestly, it could be nice in domestic situations or maybe a workplace relationship but I don’t see it being endgame or like anything happening at all in a likable way.

Timkon, I’m very, very bias about how much I dislike Timkon. Most Timkon shippers realistically do not read comics and I know this because I was one at first for a short amount of time and realized how deluded and far off from the truth Timkon actually is.

It’s crazy to me because fandom is so intense about this ship and all for it to be… alright?

A lot of Timkon stuff is boiled down to being one-sided on Tim’s part. It really irks me that Timkon's evidence is like Tim trying to clone Conner while knowing that he has a thing about not being cloned because he’s a clone himself which irks me.

Then him dating his ex-girlfriend is a HUGE red flag to me, especially when their relationship was semi-abusive and built on grief but good thing it didn’t last.

Also, Tim and Conner are NOT as close as people pretend they are. Conner doesn’t know much about Tim beyond him being Robin, they don’t hang out outside of being heroes.

In reality, Conner doesn’t know much about Tim at all and he’s much closer with his other teammates - literally any other YJ teammate other than Tim. Conner's established friendship with Tim caused a lot of really horrible character assassinations on Bart, Cassie, and Conner. It pushed all characters aside in an attempt to emphasize their relationship.

If they were to have a relationship then people acknowledge its toxicity - see toxicity doesn’t take away from shipability but frankly, I think both these characters deserve to be happy.

If they did date, I seriously give them half a year before they break up. I’m happy Tim is with Bernard because he seems much happier than he’s ever been. I’m sorry, reading those comics it felt like Tim was just grieving his friend after having lost a family member and he was spiraling and needing help, that’s not ‘cute’ to me.

Anyway, I notice Timkon shippers use Kon more as an accessory to Tim and melt his character down for that. If they read his comics then they’d know that he is canonically attracted to Bart anyway (I say canonically because of the on-the-nose insinuation which I take as gospel because it’s crazy for a writer to just outright mention Conner might be attracted to Bart.) Which Bart is most of the reason Conner is queer coded like he is now anyway.

Anyway, not saying all Timkon shippers are horrible but I don’t like the shippers or the ship. It’s substanceless for me. If you like it I’m very happy for you. I think all of these ships are iconic and adorable. This is just me being a person with an opinion.

Anyway, my thoughts.

[lovejapan55]

Sometimes I still wish there was hope for that Varian spin-off other times I’m scared I can’t be satisfied by it due to how awful Varian was treated in the series I know that the spin-off is by people who care about him so he be treated Better but I want catharsis for that horrid and toxic writing.

i don’t understand I thought it stopped bothering me with how satisfying the owl house series was especially the ending but every time I see someone praise tangled series in the owl house fandom I’m reminded of how much I hate tangled and Rapunzel and Cassandra and Fred and Chris sonerburg. Varian was not the Disney villain Chris wants you to think him as.

I want Rapunzel and king Fred and everyone who wronged him to be held accountable I don’t want any half assed apology either like the one from Rapunzel no biased narative either trying to paint Varian as the only one in the wrong.

I want it to be said how bad it was for him how she abandoned him for months . How he was more the victim then Rapunzel was, and I want him to resent Cassandra for what she did to his dad and how easier she was forgiven then him. I hate how it went I want it to be said he was alone for months with no emotional and mental support desperat to save his dad ,how he begged for corona to help but no one would cause they thought he attacked the princess during the storm. I want that talked more in the spin-off.

I want the spin off to mention how biased people were to forgive Cassandra more then him how toxic Cassandra was. I don’t want him to like her at all anymore and what she put him through was not karma for him that he didn’t deserve it.

I want it talked of how Rapunzel did give up on him no matter what Varian was written to say she did give up on him, it was not convincing when they had Varian say that she didn’t.

And I saw fanart portraying Fred as kind and taking pity on Varian letting Him out of prison for sun no I don’t want that. That would never be convincing , he left Varian to rot if he didn’t Varian wouldn’t have joined the saporians . I want Fred portrayed for what he really is a horrible king and father and that he never cared about Varian. I still don’t believe Rapunzel cared about him either I just want catharsis from what that show put him through. I want to be sane again I can’t believe after all these years I can’t let it go I just want to be free from it but I’m still angry and bitter over Chris terrible writing and how he sabotaged his show cause of his obsession with Cassandra who’s a toxic person. I still don’t get people who are fine with her writing and can’t see her for horrible person she really is.

Season 3 sucked ok season two was a complete waste as well.I just want to be free from this but I can’t too much I went through in this fandom and series, and DONT come at me saying it’s not real . Varian was very real and relatable too me and he was treated too horrible for me to forgive.

I want the spin off for Varian and the seven kingdoms I want the story Kait and Anne made. I want the new characters in there and for them to be real friends to him and for varigo to be canon and real too.But Varian trauma shouldn’t be over cause be very afraid didn’t satisfy me with that I don’t him over it like that and forgiving Rapunzel the way he did was not satisfying at all Cassandra didn’t deserve to be redeemed at all either I just can’t do this I hated that show so much I can’t forget it or forgive it.

[starryinkart]

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(More drawings below!)

A few months ago, I read one of the best fanfic’s I’ve read in a hot minute, The Royal Treatment by @themsoundwaves​ and I still re-read it almost every month because it’s just THAT good! I said I would draw you some fanart and then life got in the way, but I found a way to make it happen! I will deffo be doing more! If you like Stray, I TOTALLY SUGGEST THIS FANFIC! It adds to the story, while keeping the characters VERY interesting! ALSO, Blazer (I didn't like him, but this fanfic gave me a soft spot for him!)

(Also, the game just won 2 awards, so more of a reason to read right :P)

I'm sorry if these are sketchier than not, but I DID try painting with that Gray and Yosh and it turned out pretty good with my first try I think! 

I have been wanting to draw and write something about Gray and the other companions, but I didn’t know if it would be okay. I hope drawing them interacting with Roto isn’t to much (they are just good friends due to their relatability with each other, and Roto becomes good friends with Momo after the wall is opened and they establish a bit Outside).

That is all. You are a big inspiration, and I can’t wait to see what you’ll write even after The Royal Treatment is over for Stray and beyond!!! (I'm honestly excited to see how if anyway they would get along now that the wall is open and just little slices of life, I was thinking of doing something like that for it butttt I didn’t want to get anyone mad, and I’m scared to write Gray :P) (ALSO also other cities are mentioned in this.. but it strays from TRT canon so its just more like a “Give me your fucking iPad moment” for Roto and Gray.)

^^^^The painting (it’s not the best but this is one of my favorite scenes and I wanted to give it justice!)

Hive Gray, cause I kind of like our “MeatMoss” as a side “villain”, I just really hope they don’t kill Gray or hurt him anymore. My heart would never recover. I hope they just decide “eh F it” and decide to leave him be or live with him. Right?....rIghT?

Here’s the full picture!

And here’s some refs and information for Roto! My stray OC! (I’ll Post the full ref later oop I didn’t have it on me atm!)

I’ll go into more context with him soon, but they are basically an unofficial Outsider that hangs with them and helps them alot when it comes to exploring, keeping record of things on the outside and other things they need help with! They are secret nerd with a BIG knowledge on humans and human things! Alittle cautious and wary of alot of things, he learns how to be brave and more adventurous with them!

I hope you enjoyed! More coming soon for this fic and Stray/art in general!

(REBLOGS > LIKES)

[captainaikus]

I am. I just. I cannot. BREAKING MIRRORS???? ADHKHHIJJDJHDHRHHHRHEH. Comfort? I feel like it’s been so long since I’ve read comfort on your blog 💀💀. Not that it’s a bad thing, the angst is exquisite, but like hurt/comfort is one of my favorite tropes. This was also exactly what I needed. I’ve been feeling really down abt my body lately how it’s too big and not proportioned right and how my face looks gross. Stuff like that you know? I was not expecting to be hit with this kind of comfort. It’s exactly what I needed so thank you so much for writing it.

Shirtless fictional characters are always a great motivation 😌. Oh speaking of which i might just hop on Pinterest and start looking for Izana fanart 👀👀. I WILL NEVER BE ANNOYED IF YOU START POSTING TR CONTENT ON YOUR BLOG WHETHER THEY BE FICS OR MANGA PANELS ILL TAKE THEM ALL. *ahem* Also. I went into the episode expecting to fall harder for Nagi. But no. I fell for Reo as soon as I saw him. THE HECK WHAT IS THIS SORCERY I DONT KNOW A SINGLE THING ABT HIM AND IM IN LOVE HES JUST AADGJKHFHHFRR YES. When you say you’re excited abt posting your angst wips my guard goes up immediately it’s not even funny anymore like pls I wanna say spare me but I also need more at the same time 😭💀. I read your post and I’m so excited for more Bachira and Chigiri content!!!! Bachira being my favorite character and all. And also Chigiri during the last episode shot an arrow into my heart. Even tho I had some reservations abt him before watching the episode its all good now. I have another pretty boy to love 🥰.

DUDE I NEED TO TALK ABT THE FIC CAUSE IM JUST ASTONISHED. Like Nagis was so so so sweet if made me go awww so many times. And Oliver made me giggle a lot it’s adorable. And Rins? Phew sir no need to mess with me like that 😮‍💨. I also really liked how you described all the negative thoughts of the reader. A lot of them are what I think abt myself when I’m not feeling the best so it was really relatable reading it. Thank you again I don’t think you know how much reading that meant to me it’s exactly what I needed seriously.

How are you btw? How’s uni? Also I’ve been meaning to ask but what’re some of your favorite things? Like in general? Shows and mangas and books and snacks etc? I always get on here ranting abt stuff but I wanna let you know that I wanna get to know you too. It’s a two way straight you know? Only if you’re comfortable sharing ofc. I hope you’re taking care of yourself and that you have a good day!! *sends virtual hugs*

- ✨ anon

Starry! ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ I hope yk i changed the screensaver of my phone to tr - I blame you for that (lovingly ♡)

This is gonna be a long ask ;

So i had this idea for a while and since I have a hub of angst works on my blog, I wanted to try a hand at comfort but with an angst to fluff (yeah i love that troupe as well) the reason I made this piece is cause of both, to indulge myself in writing comfort as well as to comfort people who are reading it and another element was capturing the realism of it... like. Usually when I read body positivity fics... the details of it are very vague. I wanted to put in something that was more descriptive, reasons why you hate that part of yourself- tiny details that do matter; and I ended up creating this. I was hesitant in posting this at first but then I reminded myself that it was for me and for a person on the other side of the screen who could be comforted by it when they couldn't really talk about these to someone or just in general.

And I'm glad it worked ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ And I hope you feel better now

I plan on making more editions and going further, it might include more sensitive topics as well-

Istg. When i saw kunigami without a shirt *saves image*, and Rin *saves image*, Nagi *saves image* but I really wanna see Oliver

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Oh god Izana fanart. I did find one on twitter and istg the amount I- reason for my laughter. (contemplating if i should make this my screensaver or not)

I have a tr content supporter!! I had an idea in mind for the tr boys in mind- and since i got hyped for it. I'm gonna start working on that once i read the manga cause i wanna make sure this fits in the character analysis as well. Rindou came to mind for some reason

Chigiri is pretty! I can't stress enough on how he looks good and I even figured the footballer he is based on- Reo is officially Nagi's caretaker; so mature.

Oml i'm making a reputation for myself with the angst i write... but there's the thing; for every angsty piece i write, i always make sure to put a sequel that is equally satisfying and comforting (in a weird way and not in the complete lovey dovey way) it takes time to make those because if I rush it, it doesn't end well with me being angry about the low quality I wrote and the readers being unsatisfied as well... but yeah I know what I wanna write for Bachira and Kaiser (yes. Kaiser is arriving on his royally spoilt ass on this blog)

Going back to the fic, so on how I write nagi I use a lot of the "..." cause I imagine him to be a timed pause speaker; as for Oliver. He is playful and yeah that made me giggle too. (its the 'cold cup of water' isn't it?) as for Rin go to horny jail *bonk* i couldn't imagine him to be the type to talk these kinds of problems out cause he is rude. and he knows it so he dommed his way through it (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) and i am not sorry.

So i know that my bio says 'part time model' but truth is; most of the content is based on my experience. like i mentioned before, the details of body positivity fics are very vague. But what I wanted to do was get down and dirty with it, expose everything and not keep it under wraps because it continues to be hidden yk? people can't openly talk about it when these kind of minor things do exist and they can cause a person's confidence to tarnish and maybe have other people think less of them. And I hoped that this would make someone's morning read when they're getting ready for college, uni, work etc. when they aren't feeling their best and need that kind of confidence... even if it is just from reading my works. and always, you're welcome !! it means a lot to me when my writing helps someone even in the smallest ways ♡꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱

i'm doing pretty well, working on some research papers and stuff, working out as well just having a slow and easy week and keeping everything in balance yk? Roomies are helping me with the weights at the gym- said i was a pussy if i didn't get another lift in. istg i'm gonna smack their ass with a wet towel this week

As for uni, new story. Another classmate of mine, lets call him victor, tall as a tree just walks up to me during recess the other day and goes 'that is one ugly shirt.' he looks like he hasn't even showered for a month and turned up to class wearing pajamas. fucking. pajamas. ugh. (I did tell him that if that's the way he flirts, I'm surprised his ex didn't break up with him sooner- i am not sorry. )

Some of my favorite things... hm. That's a tough one.

I like rainy days, dogs (i want a cerberus so badly- ⸝⸝⸝╸▵╺⸝⸝⸝; i'm good with cats but some of them like to scratch me for some reason?- childhood memory unlocked), pink shirts - i have a lot of them and my roomie steals them, warm blankets, swimming, basketball (i play), red roses, oceans, perfumes, plushies, bears and whales, music, working out, sketching, traveling, reading and just... talking to people.

Shows : I was watching skam (not the french one- the Norwegian one), normal people, extraordinary attorney woo young woo, dark (that. show.), sense8 is on my watchlist- i did watch a bit of it but never got to complete it, the tail of the nine tailed- i wanna finish it but it was stretched out and i didn't want to watch after a bit (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

My roomies are into k drama and they think anime is 'cartoon.' - when they see the budget used int he eps tho (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

Anime : there is a lot since I've been watching anime since i was 5, Zatchbell/ gashbell was my first and i watch it sometimes, sailormoon, bleach (never got completed), Jojo's bizarre adventure (watched it all the way to stone ocean- god. the joestar fam is so blessed, Lisalisa (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) , Tokyo rev (i was watching it with my mom and she got mad when I watched an ep without her), death note (my dad got invested with it and then dropped it- let me see if i can get him to watch bllk this christmas cause he is a football maniac), kaichou wa maid sama (my fav misaki is my idol), blue exorcist, hanayori no dango (this was used to make boys over flowers), kuroko no basuke, Kamisama Hajimemashita (my mom loves it -), Tomie, another, naruto, yamishibai, AOT ( my siblings just have debates about the whole conspiracy on the table and this time,,, I know its gonna be about tr) - there are a lot more animes so i might have to make a separate post abt that

Snacks : Since I'm part asian... ik you guys are (probably) gonna figure out a bit of my ethnicity cause of it Guava with chilli powder and salt. It tastes amazing and its healthy too; pears, apples. Pocky, pringles, coke (yeah i have an unhealthy side too) and meiji's yan yan a lot of chocolate.

Manga/ books : Blue lock (caught up with it), slam dunk, tomie, chainsawman, tokyo rev - i think i have some panels saved, black butler, bleach, your lie in april, skip beat, nana, don't bully me nagatoro - yeah i've read one too many manga (even that hentai one that released earlier this year) and I bought one- confidential confessions

Books : my fav is probably anne of green gables - read it when i was younger but it is still fresh in my memory, reading Sigmund Freud (interpretation of dreams...), memoirs of a geisha (a gift from my aunt), verity (something that kinda but doesn't haunt me), sherlock holmes and the hounds of the baskerville was my first novel, it was kinda a picture book.

It's a mess ik. but i mostly read non fic works as i grew older. And yeah it goes both ways! idm sharing !! ꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱

Tell me about you! Only if you want to tho!

*sending back big hugs*

Presenting Bachira in a b day suit \(//∇//)\

[leblooky]

I can no longer with Helluva Boss...

As you know, a scene from the latest episode (S2 E4) caused a controversy on Twitter, thus relaying this excerpt in the cities, comment etc...

Even if it is true that the dialogues are filled with insults on each line and the (possible) r slurs, he managed to convince the creator's heaters to take this excerpt as an examples of the worst thing on the planet... really?

To be honest, when I saw the number of times when I have the fanart of these VivziePop universes, the community and etc, and the call out about VivziePop, it created a big dilemma on her, quite to think more, still sinks me into the most total blur between the fans and the antis...

He even managed to break my brain when I hesitate to watch the back episode... and after a while, I can no longer see the series as negative.

That's why I decided to stop watching the series for an indefinite period, while season two is over. Because if I continue this series, with the wave of love and hatred around, I’m gonna lose it soon.

I never dared to say: « Stop seeing the positive and the negative of my fucking TL, Twitter algorithm shit!! Is it to defend the show or to say it’s shit?! » so much that I can’t do this show anymore…

Understand that I do not defend the designer in any way! Because it is true that some facts are real! Like:

Created OCs from the 40s Germany,

That it is toxic in the workplace and prevents its employees from mentioning the existence of other animation projects in the studio,

Involves its animators in a very fast pace in the same way as the crush,

That when she draws Jewish, she draws like an anti-Semitic caricature of the 1940s (yes),

That she defended (and made a fanart of Blaire White, an openly racist personality.

And other shit she did before Hazbin Hotel...

So of course I can't defend her given the bullshit she did. But then, why do we continue to watch this series by the way?

Probably because there is a poignant and love story (even if it's a dependent and, to compare with other series, it's not the best but good), There are LGBTQ+ characters (even if there are more trans women than trans men, that too is a problem...)(love Sallie May❤️)

Some plots of the episode are rather good to see correct, And that even if the dialogues that are a little "mature", well we get carried away by the design of the characters which is rather nice, and etc…

Basically yes, I liked the series... but hey, it had to go crazy for a while. To say, I liked the first season eh, but season two apart from the first two episodes which are rather correct, it's bad in fact.

And there I can't repeat what the heaters said, there's ass everywhere, the dialogues are also grotesque and full of insults etc... And that's why I have doubts, and that I'm also afraid, of the future episode, so much that he took a monumental shitstorm!

But now, I can't anymore. I can no longer hear you all the bullshit, bad times, people who do a dick contest to "which of these excerpts is the funniest than this excerpt or even the series itself".

And there, I tell myself that I can do more of this series. I can no longer see the series in positive and negative because it creates a big dilemma for me and it runs in a loop without stopping, again and again, if I want to stop, because if I can't get out of it, I'm probably going to fart a cable...

As for you, drawing, doing fanart, doing what you want in the universe of the series. Maybe I liked it and will probably republish it.

If you love him, cool! If you hate, cool too! The main thing is that your arguments are not the wrong time. It's good to share your opinion. I would understand your opinion. But if it's based on a bunch of bullshit or this kind, I'm not going to tolerate this love or hatred for this series.

In short, it was a take that I wanted to do from the beginning and that I wanted, but it is also to give me an opinion on the current situation of the series. I also hope I'm not going to take a shitstorm for defending the series he hates because if that's it, it's a little problematic as a situation...

The most important thing is to understand the opinions of others and never say that your opinions are superior to those of others.

Thank you for reading to the end.

Mac Blooky.

[laalaaisqueen]

Yeti/Dutch

Dutch winced as a loud knock on the door threw him into full awareness. He isn’t sure if he was even asleep, more likely in the state where you’re half asleep.

Finn races from the kitchen to quickly unlock and open the door. He had no idea why he was so eager to open the door. While he had mentioned Lenny was dropping off something of his here, he never explained what exactly it is.

“I thought Lenny was coming here?” His confused voice prompted Dutch to open one eye.

“Anne had to drive Lenny to therapy.” Yeti’s non-nonchalant tone made him fully open his eyes.

Finn quietly walks away with a basket of clothes. Dutch raises an eyebrow.

“Why did Lenny want to buy you new clothes?”

His brother didn’t answer.

“Lenny said that Finn needed to use a washing machine.” Yeti steps into the house, looking around. “Yeti can only assume Dutch’s is broken?”

“Washing machine?!” Ugh, Finn was so fucking lazy. “Those things don’t clean things properly!”

Yeti opened his mouth, maybe to call him insane, when a familiar ten year old pushed past him to approach the couch.

“Uh, careful Blinky, I’m kinda sick, I’m never gonna hear the end of it from Guardian if you get sick.”

“Sorry big brother Yeti’s boyfriend.”

Half a second later Yeti flew into some kind of coughing attack and Dutch tried not to laugh.

“What?! Dutch is NOT Yeti’s boyfriend!”

“Ouch babe, my feelings!” Dutch fakes a hurt pout.

“Yeti! Don’t hurt your boyfriend’s feelings!” Blinky genuinely scolds him and Yeti had to repress himself from glaring at him.

He clearly wasn’t that angry about this considering he was still talking in third person.

“Dutch needs to stop encouraging him.” Yeti settles for glaring at Dutch.

“After all we’ve gone through and you reject me?” Unfortunate for him, Dutch wasn’t done teasing him. “Is it because I’m sick?”

The fluffy Chi throws his hands up in an exasperated motion. “It is not because Dutch is sick!”

“I don’t hear you denying it anymore.” Finn’s voice pipes from a doorway, maybe leading to his room.

Yeti squints at him. “Doesn’t Finn have better things to do not involving butting in Yeti’s love life?”

“And now you’re calling it a love life!”

“What is Finn? A detective?”

Blinky runs up to Finn, “Are you sick?”

“Uh, no, why?”

His question was quickly answered when the kid then hugged him.

“Do you hug everyone you visit or something?” Finn awkwardly pats his head.

“You couldn’t pay me to hug Gary.”

He runs back over to Yeti and grabs his hand. “We should probably get going, you wouldn’t want to catch your boyfriend’s cold.”

He emits an annoyed grunt but lets the younger pull him out of the cottage.

“Bye honey!” Dutch calls out causing Yeti to give him one last glare with his face burning.

From embarrassment, yes, just embarrassment.

What the fuck is Dutch’s phone number

Yeti glares down at his phone, impatiently waiting for Lenny’s response. Mostly because the older never cuts to the chase.

Why? Did you see Blinky’s pictures?

What pictures? Blinky draws a lot of pictures

Such a shame you never knew about the fanart he’s drawn of you two

How long has Blinky been shipping him with Dutch?!

Just give Yeti his phone number Yeti wants to yell at him for calling him pet names

Alright, calm down Tiny, I’ll send your boyfriend’s phone number

LENNY

[sugurizz]

The house is yours

Pairing : Zeke yeager x reader

Rating : explicit

Word count : 2,5k words

Summary : as a broke student, finding an apartment is not easy. But the cute owner decides to help you with it, in a way that you both get to benefit.

Warnings : soft dom! Zeke x sub!fem! reader, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, nipple play, slight spit play, vaginal sex, slight breeding kink, daddy kink

(Credits to the owner. I don't own the fanart)

After months of looking through ads, websites and even newspapers. finding a decent, comfortable and cosy appartment near the university was a dream coming true. After calling the owner and fixing a date to meet toghether and check the place, your roommate wasn't able to make it to the appointment so you had to go there on my own.

Being already anxious for the meeting, you put a pair of black jeans, a grey t-shirt, a hoodie and your white sneakers before taking your backbag and going there.

After ten minutes or so, you were at the spot you agreed to meet at. You couldn't see anyone particular so you got your phone out of your pocket, ready to call the owner again in order to spot him.

It was then when you saw a tall, broad and handsome man- probably in his late twenties- picking his ringing phone from the pocket of his elegant beige trench coat.

A black turtleneck hugging his visibly muscular chest and arms left your mouth nearly open. That's definitely him - you thought to yourself - feeling your face already heating up, you swallowed hardly, prayed that you weren't really blushing,  took your courage and crossed the road walking towards the little coffee shop he was standing next to.

Standing directly in front of him didn't help at all. You were so overwehlmed by him. and to be frank, you didn't really know where to look. His whole presence was doing things to you, is it His charming glance? his icy grey eyes, ornamented with a set of thick blonde lashes shinig softly in the feeble sunlight? Or is it those silky soft blonde locks, joined in a nice haircut making his enchanting appearence even more perfect and complete?

"Hello, I assume you're the new renter. Very nice to meet you. I'm zeke yeager ."

"Likewise, pleased to meet you mr yeager. I'm y/n ".

You tried your best to keep calm and professional by greeting him. But the trembling handshake you gave him was showing the complete opposite.

"Shall we go see the appartment ? This way please."

Were you too infatuated by such grace? Or is he really such a sweet, soft and courteous gentleman? You couldn't really tell.

You took a quick glance at his gorgeous profile side. And you completely wished you could take a screenshot with your eyes. His prominent cheekbones added to his manly features. And his fine silver glasses gave him that elegant intellectual aura.

The silence was broken by a deep, gentle :" so.. you're both students.. right?"

" yes. good thing the house is around 10 minutes from the university. That should save us plenty of time ."

" glad to hear that, I actually studied there for more than 6 years, that was before I finally graduated and decided to move to (city name) ."

" I see. May I ask.. why did you move? " you demanded.

" haha don't worry. It hasn't to do with the apartment. It's just that.. You can say I'm an adventurous man." He answered with a bright smile.

" right. I guess it's always tempting to move and see something new..."

You never thought a conversation with a total stranger could be this smooth, warm and relaxing. It unexpectedly didn't feel like a forced out, awkward smalltalk at all. But more like a nice and slow getting to know each other.

"We're finally here." He opened the building's door, Letting you inside and pressed the elevator button.

" I see you like the place already.." He affirmed, a soft smile graced his features, leaving you bewitched.

"Y-yes .. it's pretty welcoming." You added.

Getting out of the elevator, the cute owner took the apartement keys out, opening the door and letting you in.

After checking all the house's functionalities and facilities and discussing the period of your rent. You were ready to pay the first month of the stay until you got surprised by the deposit price. You were so shocked that you had to pay around two thousand five hundrend dollars along with the actual rent.

" I'm not sure we can actually afford that.. " I said, feeling somehow disappointed and lost.

" I know, a lot of people complain about the deposit price. I wish I could make an exeption but the price is fixed by the building's owner. He has the majority of control over that."

" and.. I guess it can't be payed in installments. can it ?"

" i'm afraid not." He retorted, quite concerned by your defeated aura.

" that's really infortunate. I was looking forward to settle here. But anyway, it was good getting to know you mr Yeager."

Hiding your frustration, you were ready to leave when his calm, reassuring voice stopped you . " maybe , we can help each other out after all..."

You turned back, looking for a further explanation when he carried on :" I can get to pay the deposit for you. And you'll have to give me a service in return.."

"okay.. and the service is ...? " you asked, being both curious and excited.

The blonde walked to the door and locked it, his silver eyes never leaving yours.

"Mr yeager..."

" Oh can we stop with the formalities now little one. If we finally agree to make a deal we should get more familiar to each other. Shouldn't we ?" He let out in a deep virile voice, causing your heart to throb numerous times.

Walking closer towards you, he stood and leaned over, whispering in your ear : " If I said I'm feeling sad and lonely today, Would you agree to entertain me ?"

He was so close you could barely register his request. Close enough to notice his irises fixed on yours, staring at your soul and then travelling a little downwards, presumably staring at your lips. You were ready to explode when his big hand landed on your chin, long slender fingers carressing it and driving you so crazy you started babbling some nearly inaudible nonsense.

" i mean.. I.I could ... I don't know.. I-"

" shh, no need to get confused, I'm here with you". a calloused thumb landed on your lips, caressing them with a gentle yet insisting motion.

Your mind shut down, leaving you comptelely blank. God, you got lost in his eyes again. You kept staring like an idiot, letting his thumb make its way through your lips and next thing you knew you were feeling his finger on your sensitive tongue. You never did this before. But why did it feel so natural with him ? Why didn't you resist at all ? How did you agree to this ?  Questions kept bringing on other questions inside your crushed mind. The betraying heat kept rising to your cheeks by the minute, and you couldn't control your intense breathing anymore.

You felt like a fragile leaf caught in a storm. Your consciousness stopped reacting when his face started closing up to yours.

" I believe we got ourselves a deal then? "

" i.. I mean-"

The blonde's delicious lips crushed on yours in a swift motion, his huge hands left to pull you closer pushing you against his large warm chest and making you feel so small and helpless.

It didn't take long for you to feel his soft warm tongue playing with yours. His refreshing minty breath was mixed with a faint hint of cigarette. You couldn't help but enlace your arms around his neck, trying to regain some balance. The sloppy wet kiss  you shared ended with your mouths parting in a wet noise, a glistening string of saliva connecting his dark red tongue to yours, Leaving you breathless.

"You're rather shy and blushy princess... I like it." Zeke leaned close to your sensitive neck, started peppering kisses from your cheeks down your neck and all around your clavicle . His warm breath on your exposed chest made you shiver, feeling your wetness already pooling between your legs. You started rubbing your thighs toghether in a search for some relief. The sudden thought of the rent crossed your mind again.

" Zeke .."

" yes sweetheart, say my name "

" what about the rent ... what should I do now ?"

"little pumpkin is still afraid." You trembled when he leaned over to lick your earlobe before carrying " consider this house yours, princess " .

You couldn't hide your relief after hearing his words. You looked back at him, the perfect pale skin of his cheeks turned into a lovely shade of pink. His cute ears were so red you thought they were about to blow off. His glasses were threatening to fall off the cute tip of his sharp nose. And you felt so proud seeing the mess you left at his golden strands. Some of them falling sexily on his eyes.

" I need this off" he tugged at your shirt , raising your arms gently and sliding it up your shivering body. It was so embarrassing you instantly hid your face. Letting out some insatisfied whines.

"gorgeous" he lets out, eyes contemplating your breasts, still hidden behind your bra. Still closing your eyes, you felt yourself being lifted in a bridal style. Zeke's strong arms placed you on the comfy couch of the living room. He stood up and took of his coat, throwing it away. His black pullover was next, revealing his toned chest, shredded abs and prominent V line . You wished you could keep this addictive view in yout mind forever. His godly body hovered around you like a shield. You leaned back , staring at the enchanting male before you, unbuckling his belt.

You were probabely too distracted by his beauty to notice the huge tent that was forming in his pants. His hand reached beneath his boxers, freeing his massive cock from it's confinements.

" like what you see ?" He winked at you, leaving you speaking gibberish again.

" zeke...it- it's not gonna .."

He cut you out, taking off your jeans in a quick move, leaving you in your black laced panties. " already soaked aren't we? What kind of a slut gets her pussy that wet just from a damn kiss?"

He rubbed his fingers against your clothed cunt before swiping your panties to the side. your clit was swollen and flushed, desperate for attention. The handsome male leaned until he faced your pussy. He spread your legs even wider, adding to your growing embarassment.

" goshh, look at how much slick is between your pussy lips,..filthy.." he slid his fingers between them.

Never leaving your innocent eyes, he puckered his lips, opened his mouth and spat on your naked pussy. You nearly passed out when he started french kissing it. Looking at it with such hunger and lust, he slid his longue tongue in your fluttering hole, driving his index and middle fingers in the process. His thick and now wet beard felt so good stinging your plush thighs.

" zeke ahhh, wait... omg zeke it feels.. Ahhhh " your moans started getting louder and louder. 

"Whine for me baby.."

His experienced fingers massaged your spongey insides, hitting spots you never knew your pussy had. You were drooling like a dumb baby, eyes rolling to the back of your head and breath hitching in your breast.

"Zeeeeke.. uh- i'm ahh i'm gonna cum, it feels so good... so good i'm cumming .."

"Yes baby, cream on my fucking tongue."

It wasn't long until you released all over his hand, his tongue was painted with cum. He shamelessly swallowed it, licking his fingers passionately as if he was tasting an elixir. He leaned to kiss you again, cum and drool still running down his messy beard. Its cute hairs tickling your cheeks and chin made you chuckle.

He took your dripping panties away, threw them somewhere across the room and slid his hands below your back, unclasping your bra.

" I need to take it off, but I really do like the cute ribbons though..." he complimented your cute bra.

" t-thank youu.." the shyness creeped inside you again. But it was replaced with surprise when he buried his head deep between your breasts like a starving baby. growling and grunting, the vibrations sent shivers down your spine. He kept lapping at them, looking at you with burning lust, taking a nipple between his teeth and flicking the other under his fingerpads.

"Are you ready, sweet pie? Wanna take my cock for me ?"

"Y-yes"

"Yes who ?"

"Yes daddy ."

"It's daddy from now on, little one"

Feeling yourself , yu bent over for him, giving him a perfect view of your bare cunt.

" hurry daddy, I can't wait anymore..."

"As you wish, princess"

Within seconds, you felt his hands settling on your hips, his firm cock sliding slowly past your hungry hole.

" it hurtss, daddy .. it hurts..."

" shh, it's ok princess, you're too tense.. relax for daddy.."

The pain suddenly turned into a pure bliss as he bottomed down, making you moan his name like a lullaby.

"I'm going to move baby.." he said, cupping your cheek in his soft palms. 

His cock was ramming inside you so deliciously you felt your drool dribbling again, his strong silhouette leaning on you, hugging you with one arm and caressing your stomach with the other. Seeing his bulge through your tummy, you felt so full and loved by him.

" look baby, look how deep i'm inside you"

" please cum inside me daddy, I want it pumping in my stomach ."

your words sent him to the edge; hitched breath, loud growls and harsh slaps landing on your ass. It felt so good your tears started gushing along your face.

" hnnghhh wanna take ... fuck ahhh .. take daddy's seed inside you ? Tell me slut " he squeezed your face between his large fingers, earning a whine from you.

" mmhmmm ... ahhhh"

" use your words when you talk to me"

" I want your cum deep inside me, daddy"

His thrusts became hysteric, making you shake. both of you moaning loudly, not caring about anybody hearing.

"Ahhhnghhh shiiiit , fuck yeaaah" the golden daddy came in thick white strings inside you. Shoving it all up your womb. You give up, letting your orgasm wash over you in a shameless moan. All your juices mixed with his sticky huge load, starting to spill from your greedy cunt.

Unable to move anymore, you collapsed on the couch. Trembling and breathing heavily. Zeke doing the same, he went to catch his neglected coat and wrapped it around your naked body, along with his strong arms around you, nuzzling his head in your neck.

" I guess having an expensive rent has its perks after all". He teased, laying a soft gentle kiss on your forehead.

" yup, you get to have a daddy for free". You whispered.

Note : I would really appreciate the feedback on my work so feel free to comment down.

[aggieharkness]

Hay que encontrar su propio futuro

Summary:  She never meant to hurt her family once more, she had only expected to wake up with a hangover not with someone beside her that was about to turn her entire life upside down. She never thought she would get a chance at a new life with someone so different and at the same time so alike. Can they really find a future together?

(The title has been changed, it used to be Shame on whoever invented Tequila but as the story progressed it didn't feel like the right choice anymore so I changed it.)

a/n: I'm Spanish so I used expressions from my own language. I'm afraid I don't know Colombian ones so I had to work with the ones that I know. If there are any Colombians out there that would prefer for me to change what I have written I would very gladly do it, but even so, I hope you like the ones I have used.  I saw a fanart of Mariano and Alma and it made me laugh so hard I came up with this entire story. I have more things planned, but only if you would like to see them. I would love to read your opinions because this entire story feels like a fever dream, but it was too hard to pass. If you would like to see a preview of what happened that fateful night I'm sure I could work up the courage to write some smut. Maybe. I hope you like it :)

warning: age difference, implied sexual content, past use of alcohol. Most importantly no Alma Madrigal bashing, i love this woman.

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Hay que encontrar su propio futuro

Dios bendito, what on Earth had she been thinking last night? Every single muscle in existence, and those that she had just developed for the sole purpose of torturing her, hurt and ached so much she felt like she was dying, and honestly, she would welcome it right now if it weren’t for the fact that she wasn’t planning on leaving just like that. Hell no, when she goes, she goes down with a show, but at the moment passing out and waking up perfectly alright would do just fine. Rays of sunshine came through the window although the curtains had been drawn which she couldn’t remember for the life of her doing last night, she never did that, she liked to keep an eye on the candle, even more now that Casita had been rebuilt and everything was going perfectly fine, not that she was complaining of the amount of fabric saving her eyes and head, the sun was the great enemy of the people with hangovers.

She tried to turn in bed, but there was a weight around her shoulders that kept her in place, and she didn’t have the strength to push whatever it was away, she was far too achy but at least the nausea hadn’t kicked in yet and she would rather not have to go through that bit at all. Blinking slowly, she took on how dark the room really was, warm and comfy in bed, aches, and pains aside, searching for her robe with her eyes even though she wasn’t really planning on moving any time soon. She really wasn’t twenty anymore, who the hell had allowed her to drink so much tequila, actually, who the hell had brought the tequila?!

A noise behind her startled her, causing her to turn her head around slowly as not to worsen her headache only to come face to face with a person. All of her pains suddenly disappeared as she pushed away from whoever was there and stood up, taking the blanket with her, and good thing she did, because as her foggy mind started registering her surroundings, she saw that she was naked, and so was the man in her bed. A MAN! IN HER BED! A MAN IN HER BED! Adrenaline shot through her veins as she took on the features of the half-asleep man that was in her room, strong with well-developed muscles, brown hair, a short beard… La madre que la pario, it was… like hell it was. Blinking a few times didn’t make him go away, it only helped on making his features clearer as he sat on the bed, confused with sleep before he turned his head towards the window groaning and saw her standing next to the bed with the blanket wrapped around her body to protect herself from him, although he was as naked as she was and if that wasn’t enough indication of what had happened the clothes all over the floor and furniture should be enough answer. Joder, joder, joder, joder…

His eyes roamed all over her, watching, not really bothering to cover himself, he wasn’t even nervous or scared, how could he be so goddamn calm?! Running a hand through his roughly wavy hair he turned and watched his surroundings, admiring her room, none of them uttering a single word. He had to leave and had to do it now before the rest of the house woke up, but it was far too late for that as she looked at the clock on her nightstand to see that it was well past nine, there was no way she was going to be able to sneak him out without no one seeing him, what the hell was she going to do? She was interrupted from her musings when she heard the bed creak and saw him standing up with his back to her, stretching. Bueno, at least he was very very good-looking. No! No, he was no stranger, he was with one of her granddaughters por Dios, it was already bad enough that she had woken up with him in her bed even if she couldn’t remember a thing, she couldn’t start thinking that he was handsome, even if it was true.

-Buenos dias. – the nerve! He sounded so relaxed and calm, as if they did this every day, what on Earth was wrong with him, maybe he was still drunk? Or worse, high? A royal fuck up for certain. – Slept well? I sure did, very little, but I have never rested this well. – She had to kill him, he was too damn calm, maybe even happy!

-Mariano. – why was her voice so shaky? It had to be authoritative, yes, she was the matriarch, even with a sheet around her body and her hair a complete and absolute mess.

-Si? – he was walking towards her still N-A-K-E-D, why the hell did she spell the word, they were both past that point. Her eyes remained on the chandelier, she couldn’t look down, she had already accidentally seen more of him that she was comfortable with. He could be her nieto! Was he reaching for her? She took a step backwards away from him, but he kept getting closer, and closer until she was pressed against the wall next to the window with him just a foot away from her. Her brain was so mussed from having drunk half of Encanto’s alcoholic reserves in one night that her normally sharp mind was gone, and she couldn’t even bring herself to think of running away towards the other side; she was trapped. – Si Alma?

-Wh… What? – he smelled like coffee or was it coming from the window, she couldn’t decide but he was too close and most certainly too warm for a normal conversation. This wasn’t happening, not now, not ever. No more, but he was so close, and… she had never noticed what beautiful eyes he had, so dark and filled with life and dilated… NO!

-You called my name. Or do you just like saying it?

-I… No… You need to leave.

-Leave? Yesterday you asked me, well, commanded me to stay, and how could I say no to you?

-I’m saying now that you need to leave! – she had screamed, Dolores had heard that for sure, and it was too warm in here, she had to get the hell out of there.

-Whatever you want, caramelito.

Caramelito? The audacity. But her thoughts were interrupted once more as he landed a hot kiss on her lips before she could do or say anything. And the next second, he had walked to the other side of the room to get dressed with that stupid grin on his face. She was sure she either shared the same expression as he did or was close to fainting, at least she felt like she was about to. She was still resting against the wall with the sheet around her body when he finished getting dressed, running another hand through his hair before turning around to look at her. Of course, he had to get close again, why couldn’t he just turn and leave, no, he had to play gentleman and bid her goodbye, who the hell did he think he was? El Zorro? Pushing a strand of greyish hair away from her face his eyes locked with hers. She was sooo in trouble, he had to leave and never return, or at least not until she had recovered from whatever the hell this had been.

-I’ll come over later and… I don’t know… have a drink?

-Absolutely not!

-Vale, vale, maybe drinking shouldn’t be on the list for the time being, but if I sneak through the back door we can do what you told me yesterday… in the music room.

What on Earth had she told him? Another kiss on the lips that she quickly cut short by turning her face away and he was gone, and she was left about to have a heart attack. The sheets would have to be changed and washed without anyone knowing what the stains were, and… Mierda! She rushed to the door just a second after he had left; thankfully Mariano was still there, tying his shoes. Looking around she saw no one and after grabbing the collar of his shirt pulled him back inside earning a yelp from him. The sound of the door clicking made her feel more secure, safer; no one had seen him.

-You can’t go.

-Oh? Maybe the mention of the music room gave you an idea or two, caramelito? – she was going to shove a caramelo up his ass if he didn’t shut up, she couldn’t concentrate if he kept using that flirty tone.

-Shut up. I need to think of a way of getting you out of here.

-I could just use the front door.

-And tell Dolores that you just came down from her grandmother’s room after… this? – there it was, the first sign of fear in his gorgeous… normal features. Finally, the consequences of his actions were catching up with him.

-Can’t casita make a staircase in the back of the house?

-Casita? – the tiles rose and fell several times as if they were nodding, the next second an archway next to her wardrobe appeared followed by a staircase leading to the back garden. It would have to do.

Alma went down them first pulling the sheet off the floor so she wouldn’t trip, her bare feet over the cold stone. Raising a hand to stop him she looked around once more to make sure there was not a soul around, and so far, so good, thankfully, so with a good push he was standing in the sunlight of the back garden.

-Go, now.

-Te veo luego, caramelito. – and there went another kiss that she should have seen coming, but didn’t, meeting the taste of wine and a hint of something salty for the third time in less than thirty minutes. Before she could yell at him to stop kissing her, he was running towards the jungle far away from prying eyes, and Alma’s heart started beating slower, the aches and pains coming back in waves. The stairs looked so horrible from the perspective of having to climb them up. One foot then the other and then the other and then pulling the sheet up once more because it was too long for her and she was tripping. By the time she reached the top, she was ready to get in bed again and die, but a knock on the door just as casita was closing the archway almost made her scream.

-Si? – steady voice, good, at least whoever was at the other side wouldn’t suspect that she had just pushed Dolores’ boyfriend out of her room after having spent the night with him. Nope, it still sounded horrible.

-Mamá wants to know if you are fine. You missed breakfast and is rather late for you.

-Que no se preocupe. I just had a bit too much to drink last night and overslept, I’m almost ready Mirabel, cielo.

-Genial, se lo digo.

She was an angel, but Alma could have done with a bit more time to think and plan. Questions were bound to be asked and she had no idea what she was going to say because this just was too much. She couldn’t remember what had happened, the last thing being her dancing with Agustin, and she had been pretty much gone by then, not even worried about him stepping on her or…, no, he hadn’t been dancing with her, he had been dancing with Julieta. He had stumbled and fallen over Alma hitting his eye with her glass before he had been pulled by her daughter once more into the dance floor, and she knew she had been really gone because she had laughed so hard, she had snorted several times. The next thing she knew she was in her room with a naked Mariano flirting shamelessly with her and it was even worse each time she thought about it.

A shower was needed, that much she knew but she had to be quick, or Julieta wouldn’t wait and she would throw the coffee away. The bed could wait. Pulling a clean dress from her wardrobe along with clean underwear she disappeared inside the bathroom. Looking in the mirror as casita prepared her a warm bath, she noticed purplish marks on her collarbone and upon better inspection, she noticed they were hickeys. The idiot had left marks! Thank God for her dresses, if they were similar to what Julieta’s blouse or Dolores’ were she would’ve been doomed. Washing as quickly as she could she got dressed, pulling the drapes open. The sun hit her right in the eyes earning a groan from deep within her throat. Why couldn’t Pepa be upset today? Cloudy is good, cloudy is nice. Drying her hair would take too long and she wasn’t planning on leaving the house today, no one would die if she left it down for once. Now that there was light, she could see the state her room was in, and the thought of closing the drapes again crossed her mind, but it wouldn’t do anything, the bed would still look as if a battle had taken place, her tights would still be hanging from a vase, her dress next to the door. They really hadn’t wasted any time getting down to it. Shame, shame on her, shame on him, but mostly shame on whoever had invented tequila and the probably many other drinks she had managed to steal throughout the night. Pulling her shoes from underneath her drawers and the bed she stepped out of her room; she wasn’t ready to face the day at all, but it was too late now.

Making her way to the kitchen she couldn’t help but glance at Dolores’ door, guilt building inside her, because she knew that even though she couldn’t remember, she did know what had happened and if the girl found out, if she hadn’t already, she would never ever forgive her and hence Pepa would never talk or look at her ever again. She wouldn’t blame either of them, to be honest. The smell of fresh arepas made her realize just how hungry she was, basically starving. The only one there was Julieta, who had left a hot cup of coffee on the table along with some warm arepas for her, no wonder Mirabel was an angel, with a mother as sweet and caring as Julieta, what more could Alma ask for. Well, she could certainly ask for at least one thing. Puñetero alcohol. One sip and all her troubles were drowning in the bittersweet taste of coffee as if they had never happened as if she had just not pushed a man out of her bed. Vale, now it just sounded hilariously unbelievable, and she couldn’t help but laugh softly at the whole situation. At this time in life, she never expected to have to hide a man from her own children. As Julieta turned around and smiled the guilt settled in as if a bucket of freezing water had been poured over her head, not because of Dolores, not now, but because Julieta smiled the same way Pedro used to smile at her, and the realization that she had betrayed his memory and she couldn’t even remember made her feel so cold, empty inside. A shiver ran down her spine as she turned her face away from her daughter, ashamed beyond anything possible. She had spent her entire life mourning his death and cherishing his memory only to throw dirt all over their life together because of a mistake. Suddenly she felt weak as if her legs were about to give out. Casita pulled a chair towards her forcing her to sit hurriedly as not to collapse, placing her free hand on her forehead while looking at the floor.

-¿Mamá? ¿Estás bien?

-Si, tranquila. Just had one too many last night. I suppose I just got too happy about having our family and casita back.

-Oh, just like Agustin, Félix and Bruno. They are still sleeping in his tower; I hardly think they’ll come out until lunchtime or even dinner.

-Bruno got drunk?

-Oh yes, and he started dancing with casita’s tiles until he landed on Mirabel. He fell asleep instantly and Pepa and I had to move him so she could go to bed herself. Agustin and Felix offered to take him to bed and the next thing we knew the three were out for the night.

-I’m happy to see that he’s having fun.

-He certainly did. He danced, laughed, sang… He even used one of Isabela’s vines to swing around the courtyard with a flower crown, and he wasn’t even “happy” by then.

-Where’s everyone else? – maybe she could tell Julieta and liberate her soul a little, just enough to not feel like she was the worst human in existence at the moment, but first food and coffee to boost her enough to absorb all the possible horrible things her daughter could tell her.

-Luisa is out helping build her girlfriend’s house, Isabela and Mirabel just left to do God knows what, Camilo and Dolores are down by the tailors to help the Ramirez boy make baby clothes for his sister’s baby, and Pepa and Antonio went to the back garden to explore the jungle in search for animals.

-The… the back garden? – if Pepa saw them she was screwed, sooooo screwed, but… it was still sunny, not a cloud in sight, she couldn’t have seen them and kept completely quiet and happy about it. No, everything was fine, perfectly alright.

-Yes. About three hours ago, give or take a few minutes and they took a picnic basket, so we don’t have to wait for them to have lunch.

-Oh… Bien, si bien… ¿Y Julieta?

-Mamá, yo soy Julieta. – if she hadn’t thought anything about her before she was sure that now she believed her mother to be losing it, and to be honest she thought the same. How can she be talking to her and ask about her? Maybe she could dig a hole in the garden a hide there for all eternity; si, that was a good plan. – Are you sure you are fine? Maybe you should rest some more.

-Might not be a bad idea, cariño.

-Just remember that tonight Mariano is coming for dinner with his grandmother. If you need some tea or something stronger to help with the hangover, I’ll probably have a bucket ready for our three “very mature” men, I’m sure that you could sneak a cup or two and they wouldn’t even notice. –Santa Maria madre de Dios reza por nosotros pecadores ahora y en la hora de nuestra Muerte, amén! Of course, he had to come for dinner, it couldn’t be any other bloody day, it had to be today. Mierda.

Downing the coffee with one gulp she picked up a couple of arepas and excused herself. She couldn’t possibly tell her now what had happened, she would have to live with this guilt for as long as she could, everyone would hate her and everything had been so wonderful between them all since the incident, she had even told off a couple of people for what they were saying about Bruno. Things were going so well and now she had fucked up so much. Opening the door to her room she was welcomed with the same sight she had left except for the fact that now she had Pedro in her mind, and the feeling of her heart ripping open was as horrible as the night she had lost him, not as worse, nothing could compare to that, but knowing that she had betrayed everything that their life had been and meant in just one night threatened to destroy her, just like before, but this time she didn’t have three newborns in her arms, she had done this on her own, of her own accord and there was nothing that could repair the damage she had caused to her family once more even if she was the only one to know. She wouldn’t be able to look at her own granddaughter in the eyes if she didn’t tell the truth, even if it meant destroying all that they had built during this year. One small bite of the arepa and the hickeys were gone along with any other signs that he might have left on her body, but not the feeling of guilt. She felt used, dirty and at the same time she knew she had allowed him to do this to her, deep in her mind she knew, maybe it was because he looked like Pedro and she missed him so much, or because he had actually sweet-talked her into doing this, she didn’t know, but the facts were there, staring, taunting her.

The bed would have to be stripped completely and the sheets washed by her, she couldn’t let Julieta or Pepa see this under any circumstances and then her clothes. The tights were ripped, she would have to throw those away, but the rest of pieces of clothing look fine, no tears, no missing buttons… At least she wouldn’t have to ask Mirabel for thread and needles, and as for furniture, nothing seemed to be broken. Things could have been so much worse. She spent the rest of the day washing and cleaning her room to eliminate any possible sign of what had happened in there, leaving it after hours of work, spotless, brand new. Glancing at the clock she realized she had missed lunch and the arepas she had taken were already gone, dinner was approaching. Couldn’t she stay there for the rest of her life? Damn, she had to greet the Guzman’s or everyone would think something was wrong. But then of course, everything was wrong, going down the drain. Fixing her hair, she placed her black shawl around her shoulders, it felt almost as if she had lost Pedro all over again, draping herself around the black fabric felt like the right thing to do as she fought tears for the fourth or fifth time since she had started cleaning her room; after taking a couple breathes Alma left the safety of her room, this time ready to play her role. She didn’t get to the end of the stairs before the doorbell rang and Mirabel ran to open it. As a good hostess, she greeted both grandmother and grandson before showing them to the dining room, Mariano looking at her with a wink before following her mother.

If he kept doing things like this, she would be leaving dinner before the first course was finished. Making her way she saw her entire family, even the three musketeers who looked far better than what she probably suspected they had looked a couple hours ago, and of course, her granddaughter was admiring him. Alma was admiring how much attention Dolores was getting from Mariano’s grandmother but not from him, the idiot was looking at Alma. She didn’t see it, but Julieta noticed because she always does and couldn’t understand what was going on, but she knew that there was something going on between her mother and his niece’s boyfriend. Dinner was served fifteen minutes later, the chatter never ceasing. Señora Guzman shared a few comments on how much she was expecting her grandson to marry Dolores which earned a blush from the girl, a nervous chuckle from him, and a tight smile from Alma, because how can you smile when you know that you’ve slept with a man young enough to be your grandson and to make it even worse he’s going out with one of your GRANDAUGHTERS! Estimation modified: she would leave before the second course was placed if this carried on like she feared was going to for the remainder of the dinner. She noticed the bottle of wine mostly gone and cursed when she realized, she had only had one glass, Pepa seemed to be downing the whole thing at the speed of light. Excusing herself, Alma went to the kitchen to retrieve a couple more bottles shushing her daughter’s protests that they could do it for her. She needed to be away from everyone before she said something or did something, like throw the closest tamal at him. Breath in, and out, in and out. Her racing heart wasn’t helping at all, she was sure Julieta had noticed or heard it, Dolores had for certain, but being the nice girl she was she hadn’t mentioned it. Looking down at her hands she noticed them shaky, her anxiety picking even more when she heard another set of footsteps enter the kitchen.

-Are you okay, caramelito? – would it be considered a crime if she smashed the bottle on his head? Maybe too aggressive, but she would love it if he stopped calling her that. Where the hell had he got the idea in the first place?

-Perfectly fine. Return to the dining room, I won’t take more than a few minutes.

-Oh, don’t worry, I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if we took… a bit more than a couple of minutes.

-But we won’t.

-Did anyone ever tell you that you look so hot when you are commanding people? So strong, so… sexy.

-Mariano, I believe you’ve had too much to drink.

-Oh, not as much as yesterday, and we did have so much fun yesterday. You were so free, and boy… there’s twenty-year-olds in the village that would kill to have your firm ass. – when the hell had he got so close? Firm ass? She did walk a lot every day, and she appreciated the compliment, but for God’s sake! He knew that would keep her quiet, that she never received praises like this anymore, and seeing her lose it because of one statement thrilled him. – I hope you liked the marks I left; high enough that you would know they were there and low enough so they wouldn’t be noticeable.

-What you did was dangerous, and I don’t appreciate it at all.

-You didn’t seem to think the same last night. I played you like a piano and loved every single note I got from you. – Alma calling mother nature, Alma calling mother nature, she’s ready for the hole in the ground. She wanted to vanish, disappear. He was just saying all that as if his girlfriend with a superhearing gift wasn’t just in the other room. She was doomed, dead, gone, screwed… And he was too goddamn close! Just like that morning, didn’t this man know about something called personal space?

-Stop, right now.

-You said it thrilled you the idea of getting caught. That’s why we almost did it in the kitchen. – Death, why are you late? She wanted, no, needed to die right about now before he brought up more unexpected things about herself that sober Alma would never have thought of. His hands took Alma’s before she could pull away, angering her even more the fact that her body was not listening to her screaming mind to run away and leave him standing like an idiot in the kitchen.

-Regardless of what I might or not have said yesterday I am still Alma Madrigal, and you must respect me young man, so I suggest you put yourself together and stop this nonsense before I… AH!

Her back landed against a wall with her arms raised above her head, one of Mariano’s hands pinning her wrists and holding her in place. She squirmed underneath him trying to escape but he was far too strong and all the words that she was about to say were drowned by his lips landing on her once more. Wide awake and aware of everything around her as she was right now, what was happening made her brain scream for her to escape him, but she wasn’t precisely twenty anymore. His lips left hers and started streaming kisses along her jaw. She didn’t want this, she couldn’t want this, and she would most certainly not get it even if it killed her because her family was a few feet away oblivious to what was going on and the portrait of her husband in her locket underneath her dress, resting close to her heart. The tension finally broke and silent tears streamed down her cheeks; this was her punishment, it had to be, for all the things she had done in the last fifty years, she couldn’t be in this position right now because of love, this was God getting back at her. His other hand had started undoing the buttons of her dress and although he was being gentle in his movements and kisses, he didn’t stop when she asked him to. Mariano was not like this, he was a sweet caring boy, he would never hurt anyone, not a fly and much less her and yet here they were, and the only thing she could do was cry. At her age she was getting groped by a boy she had known his entire life while crying in the kitchen of Casita unable to get her mind to work, to scream for help or to shove him away. Where the hell had her strength gone? When his lips traced her collarbone that’s when her heart started beating so fast it was hurting her ribs, a mix between a sob and a gasp escaping her lips, and the next thing she knew was the sound of someone screaming and Mariano letting her go.

Her dress hung from her shoulders, the front undone. Her hands tried to button it once more to cover herself but she was shaking too much to even grab the fabric properly. Dolores stood under the doorframe in complete shock. Footsteps soon joined the scream the girl had given, Pepa and Julieta reaching her before anyone else afraid something had happened to her, but they weren’t ready for what they found. Their mother stood near the back wall half undressed trying so damn hard to cover herself and tears streaming down her face while Mariano stood a feet away with a confused look, unsure why everyone was staring at him in anger and disbelieve. Pepa was the first one to react, a dark could above everyone’s heads, thundering dangerously as she took a couple steps in his direction. Taken aback by her fury he quickly moved close to the counter, and Alma just couldn’t take another minute, her legs giving in and causing her to land on the floor shaking violently with each sob.

-Mamá, mamá, ¿estás bien? Did he hurt you? – Julieta was by her side under a second wrapping Alma’s shawl around her. She hadn’t noticed it slipping of her shoulders, but then again, she just couldn’t understand anything that was going on. Words wouldn’t form so she simply shook her head hoping her daughter would understand that she was fine.

-What the hell is wrong with you, capullo?!

-I… I wasn’t…

-Save it! Your hands were on my mother. MI MADRE, ASQUEROSO CERDO! – under other circumstances Alma would have yelled at Pepa, but right now she couldn’t bring herself to even look at Julieta, much less scold her youngest daughter. All she wanted to do was die, join her Pedro but she wasn’t sure whether he would want to see her now, after what she had allowed this man to do to her. Lightning struck Mariano’s arm making him scream in pain as Bruno and Felix tried their best to take a hold of Pepa so she wouldn’t murder him, although it was an appealing thought.

-I wasn’t doing anything that we hadn’t done before. I wasn’t hurting her, I would never do that!

-She’s crying gilipollas!

-Pepa!

-What do you want me to say Julieta? He has his hands on mamá!

-Marianito? – Oh Dios, la señora Guzman, Alma had forgotten she was there. The look on the poor woman’s eyes was far too much to bear, she believed her grandson to be a rapist who would have hurt the Madrigal matriarch without much thought. Alma couldn’t let anyone believe he was doing this just because, even if right now she had asked him to stop, begged him, and he hadn’t listened. Last night was her fault, tonight wasn’t.

-Abuela, I wasn’t doing anything wrong. Créeme.

-Shut up! You broke my daughter’s heart and hurt my mother, I’m going to whoop your ass so hard that I’ll turn you and your soul to dust!

-ENOUGH! – how Alma had found her voice once more she didn’t know, but she needed everyone to keep quiet for a minute, just a minute so she could tell them and destroy her life once and for all. At least her broken heart would be able to rest at last. All eyes were on her, the only sound in the room coming from Pepa’s storm. – I… He… He thought… he could do this because… Dios, no se como…

-¿Mamá? – Julieta’s voice was gentle, just like her hands as she tightly wrapped her mother in her arms to steady her. Now or never.

-I slept with him last night. - More silence surrounded them and in the shock of the moment even Pepa’s clould had stopped thundering. The tension in the air could have been sliced with a knife as more silent tears fell down her cheeks pooling on the hem of her underdress. It could be worse, it could always be worse, she should have known that by now. With her head hanging low she couldn’t see the looks of horror on her daughters’ faces nor the hurt on her granddaughter’s eyes, everyone was angry, upset, and they had every right to be, who wouldn’t? Isabela and Luisa had told Mirabel, Camilo and Antonio to leave in case they got a glimpse of their Abuela in this state, and it’s a good thing they had, this news shouldn’t be heard by children. – Yo… Lo siento. I never meant… I don’t remember a thing… I didn’t know until… I woke up. Lo siento, lo siento mucho.

-What do you mean you don’t remember mamá?

-The last thing I recall about last night was Agustin dancing with you, whatever happened after that I just don’t remember. When I woke up he was in my room and I didn’t know what to do. I’m sorry.

-Mariano, you knew this?

-I knew she was drunk señora Julieta, but so was I. I never thought she felt… like this. We were so happy and she never pulled away or asked me to stop.

-You knew what you were doing? Your head was clear enough for you to know that you were with Dolores’ abuela?

-Si.

-Then you took advantage of her!

-No señora Pepa, I never hurt her!

-But she wasn’t in any state to say yes or no! Where the hell was your judgment?!

-Pepa, por favor, don’t be harsh. It’s his fault as much as mine what happened last night.

-But not what he was doing just a few minutes ago! You were crying.

-You told him to stop. I heard it. – for the first time since this fateful dinner had begun Dolores spoke, tears in her eyes, but she remained serene, calm even as she watched from the same spot she had been in for the past few minutes. She heard it, heard it all, every single thing, including her Abuela’s pleas so he would let her go.

-Cariño, maybe you should wait outside.

-No mamá. Abuela didn’t ask for this, I’m not angry at her, I’m confused as to why she hadn’t told me, but she’s not to blame. He should have helped her go to sleep, not take advantage of her. It’s his fault, he had us all believing he was a nice man, a gentleman. If only I had seen it sooner. Did you hurt Isabela as well?

-¿Qué? No! I didn’t hurt anyone! I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about last night Dolores, but I never thought, not in million years that I would share something like this with Alma.

-What are you saying?

-I think I’m in love with her. – the instant those words left his mouth Alma’s system collapsed and she passed out in Julieta’s arms without warning. She couldn’t do this right now, nope, they could handle it on their own.

-¿Mamá? ¡Mamá! – she laid there, limp in Julieta’s arms, eyes closed and breathing even. At least she was done with all this drama for the time being. Felix let go of one of Pepa’s arms to pick up Alma, Luisa quickly covering for him so her tía wouldn’t murder Mariano. The storm had returned full force and although her lightnings were too close to the young man none of them were hitting him, he was already in pain from the first one.

Julieta was buttoning her mother’s dress as Felix left the kitchen with her in his arms, her head hanging limply. Mariano couldn’t understand, he thought he was doing exactly what Alma wanted, they had shared something beautiful last night, it never occurred to him that she would regret it, that she might not have been in her right mind last night. Something in his chest wanted to chase after her, make sure she was alright, but knew better than to try and follow them. It would earn him another lightning. Dolores walked up to him slowly and quietly, tears in her eyes.

-Dolores?

-Fuera. Vete.

-Pero…

-I don’t want to argue Mariano. Just go. We are done, I can’t have you in my life after this.

-Dolores, yo…

-You slept with mi abuela, you can’t fix this or make it better. She was wrong, and I will talk with her when she’s better, but you… You had your bearings and yet you broke both our trusts. It hurts, but I know it will pass, I’m far angrier at you right now than in love.

-I understand. Just… make sure she’s fine.

-It’s the least you could say.

Without another word she left the kitchen, running up to her room, closing her door loudly enough to have resembled a slamming for the quiet girl. Pepa’s storm became rain, soaking everyone around her as she escaped Agustín’s and Luisa’s grasp to follow her daughter. She would go to her mother and sister in a bit. The room soon emptied leaving Mariano, his grandmother, Isabela and Bruno. Both looked about ready to murder him, Bruno’s eyes glowing green in anger although his face remainded neutral, Isabela on the other hand was growing cactuses and vines around her as her eyes twitched.

-I think you should leave.

-Isa…

-Don’t-you-dare-call-me-that. – a vine wrapped around his foot pulling him into the courtyard. La señora Guzman couldn’t bring herself to stop all this, she was ashamed and angry beyond believe. When they got home she was going to scream her lungs off; que Dios le asista, she better not get her hands on her chanclas.

-Por favor, I didn’t mean to hurt her. I swear.

-Stop being so stupid. What the hell do you have in that head of yours? It can’t be a brain.

-Isabela, I really thought we were on the same page, Alma and me.

-Don’t say her name! You are lucky I respect your mother or I would kill you with my bare hands.

-¿Por qué mi madre?

-Señor Bruno.

-¿Por qué?

-I felt… something. A connection of some sort. It’s so hard to explain. She was just so different from what I had know since I was a kid, it’s as if I was seeing her for the first time. And she just… charmed me. She danced like the angels, graceful, twirling around the floor as if she was floating. Her laughter when Señor Felix took her hand to dance with her it was the most wonderous thing in the entire universe. I could live listening to just that for the rest of my life. Her eyes twinkled with life and happiness, and I just couldn’t help it. She smiled at me with that soft smile of hers and I just fell. I know I shouldn’t have let my want cloud my judgment, she deserves far more that that, but she was just too intoxicating. I could hold back, and she was looking at me as if she was ready to devour me.

-Mariano… watch it. That’s my mother you are talking about.

-I mean everything señor Bruno. She’s just… the most precious thing in the entire universe.

-And my cousin? She doesn’t matter?

-Of course, she does! She’s just not meant to be mine. I like her, I might even love her, but Dolores isn’t Alma.

-What are you going to do? You can’t fix this.

-I know I can. I will. Alma is my priority, and I have to make it up to her for all this. Señor Bruno, I would like to ask you something.

-¿El qué?

-Do I have your blessing to court your mother? – darkness met him before he could get an answer, Isabela’s fist having landed with such force on his face that she had knocked him out cold all while breaking his nose. Bruno grabbed her and quickly pushed her into the kitchen to calm her down while Mariano’s mother went to him, angry but still worried for her son. Leaving the girl sitting on a chair he made his way back to the courtyard.

-Señora, I’m sorry for my niece’s behaviour.

-No, don’t apologise. It had to happen. At least it was a right hook and not Pepa’s lightning.

-I’ll get you some arepas tomorrow.

-No, he deserves this, as much as it pains me to see him like this. I will try to talk to him tomorrow and see if we can get somewhere, but… I’m so sorry Bruno.

-Thank you. You shouldn’t have to, but I appreciate it very much. Do you want me to ask Luisa to help you take him home?

-If it wouldn’t be too much trouble? He’s far too heavy for me to carry him.

-I’ll be just a moment.

Julieta smoothed her mother’s hair out of her face after Felix had placed her on the bed. Now she understood why her mother had acted out that morning, she had told her Mariano was coming just after she had thrown him out, the stress she had been under since that morning had probably skyrocketed the instant the Guzman’s had crossed their threshold. Felix squeezed her shoulder before leaving to check on his daughter and wife, Agustin coming in just as he was leaving.

-Juli?

-Estoy bien.

-¿De verdad?

-Agustín. I… I just don’t understand. Mamá was drunk last night, we all knew it. How could we have been so blind? He was right there, seducing my mother and we just smiled and allowed him to…

-Juli, amor, you didn’t do this. Nor Pepa or Bruno. It was just him and him alone.

-I know, but I can’t help but think that we should have avoided all this, that somehow, we should have seen the signs.

-Amor, we were all drunk yesterday, some of us more than others, we wouldn’t have seen it even if it had happened right under our noses. Let’s just focus on making Alma realize this isn’t her fault.

-Do you think he actually loves her? Or that… he was trying to use it as an excuse?

-I don’t know what to think right now. We should all get some sleep and talk about this in the morning when things have calmed down. I’ll get your nightgown and pillow.

-Gus?

-I know you, and I know that you wouldn’t want to leave your mother alone at a time like this. Do you want me to get Pepa as well?

-Por favor, amor. Gracias.

-Te conozco y te quiero. I’ll be back in a minute. – a quick peck on the lips and he was out the door leaving a distraught Julieta with her unconscious mother all while Luisa picked up a knocked-out Mariano to take him home. Dinner had most certainly been a disaster. It almost topped Isabela’s engagement party.

[lowkeyorloki]

Goldfish

Pairing: Loki x Mobius

Rating: Teen and up, but nothing more than a couple kisses

A/N: Hiiii sorry I’m never on here anymore I’m a bit busy and I don’t have time to post consistently on tumblr if I want to keep updating my multichapter! I know this isn’t my usual content but I’m posting it on my ao3 so I figured I’d drop it here as well ^.^ it’s funny, I don’t even ship lokius but I saw some fanart on twitter of them hugging and it just... inspired me. If this is your thing, I hope you enjoy <3

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It’s just that… Loki knows it will have to be him.

He can’t read Mobius, not like he can every other human he comes across. Or being, even. Mobius has seen every moment of Loki’s life, some of which Loki himself will now never live out or understand. Mobius has watched Loki in his most private moments.

It makes the TVA agent inescapable. He knows Loki, truly knows him, whether Loki likes it or not. 

And so Loki can’t tell with Mobius. The small exhaled laughs or the allowance of Loki to fix his tie. Loki doesn’t know if Mobius does these things because he wants to, or because Loki would like to think the other man wants him to. 

And Mobius is loyal to the TVA, anyway. Even if he were to look past all of Loki’s faults, even if Mobius were to see Loki as anything more than a pain in the ass of a friend, he wouldn’t do anything. It was controversial enough to bring in Loki at all.

Loki should be thankful he has Mobius in any capacity at all. 

And so Loki knows he would have to make the first move. And he can’t do that, because Mobius is possibly the only person who could destroy Loki with a simple rejection. 

Loki keeps quiet, and lives for when his shoulder brushes Mobius’s in the elevator. 

~

Trying to find the variant is exhausting. Mobius is on his seventh cup of coffee, and his head is starting to buzz. Not the good, productive type of buzz either. The type that makes someone need to lay down. 

Apparently, Loki has already had that idea. Mobius glances at him, asleep across the table and surrounded by books and loose papers. As he drains the last of what’s in his cup, Mobius realizes he hasn’t seen Loki eat or drink a single thing since he got here. If he had to, Mobius would bet money the god hasn’t been sleeping either. 

Mobius stands up, his back cracking when he does. He groans - Mobius is getting old, something he’s noticed more and more lately. He walks around the table until he’s right next to Loki, ready to wake him up. Loki’s breaths are even, hitting the ends of a few pieces of paper. Mobius has never really seen him like this - calm, subdued. He almost looks peaceful. Mobius leans over Loki, hands on his hips as he examines the other man. 

Mobius would never tell Loki, but it is obvious that the dark-haired man is a god. There are just things about his looks that clue Mobius in. 

Loki’s skin, even as it’s gotten dull with his time in the TVA, is technically flawless. He glows, even in his embarrassing or rude moments. His cheekbones are impossibly sharp, and his lips are the reddest Mobius has seen. He would guess they’re soft. 

Loki’s hair was the most dead giveaway. It always looked perfect, loose curls that seemed to suck in any light. It was the opposite of Mobius’s graying blond hair. He’s shiny. Everything about Loki is shiny. 

Loki stirs, and Mobius straightens up, not wanting Loki to see him watching. He was upset enough that Mobius has watched his entire life over. 

Mobius ponders how to wake Loki up when a lock of his black hair falls into his face. Without thinking, Mobius reaches forward and tucks it behind the man’s ear.

Reckless. Loki really does start to wake up then, and Mobius swats him with the corner of the folders in his hand. 

“Come on,” Mobius says. “We’re not even close to done.”

~

The two of them are so close to making strides. Loki is smart, just like Mobius knew - just like he keeps convincing Ravonna - but he’s being held back. It’s like a single wrong look could make Loki wither away, be absent for the rest of the day. Mobius has no clue how someone who thought so highly of himself could be so affected by the glare of a random agent. Maybe Mobius didn’t know Loki as well as he thought. Only in small ways, though. 

And Mobius still hasn’t seen him eat or drink a damn thing. 

He stands up abruptly, surprising Loki. His head shoots up, perfect curls becoming loose and falling in his face in the process. Mobius almost considers brushing them away. 

“Come on,” he says, gesturing towards the exit. Loki narrows his eyes.

“We haven’t even been here four hours,” he says, which is generous, because they both know they’ve only been there for two. Mobius lets out a harsh sigh. 

“Am I the supervisor or are you? Let’s go, Loki.” Loki seems to know Mobius is doing him a favor, and stands up as well. Loki follows him down a new set of hallways, stands next to him in an elevator he hasn’t been on yet. 

“Am I to take it we’re breaking the rules, or…?” Loki trails off in a way that is anything but unsure. 

“It’s for the sake of the cause,” Mobius says. “We don’t need to address it directly.”

Mobius does look over his shoulder when he gets to the door, and locks it as soon as they’re both inside. He flicks on the lights, and Loki looks bored. Mobius lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Don’t say I never did anything for you. Sit down,” he gestures towards the couch. 

“Agent Mobius, are you allowing me in your home?” Loki’s eyes glint. Despite himself, Mobius finds himself relieved to hear Loki making quips again. He already might have more energy. 

“Hey, if we don’t talk about it, my job security looks a lot better,” Mobius sets a bowl down in front of Loki. “Will you please eat something? God or not, I don’t know how you’re still alive after a month.” Loki presses his lips into a thin line.

“Mobius, I appreciate the gesture, but you don’t need to -” Mobius is already prepared, and tosses a piece of food directly into Loki’s mouth as he speaks. He makes a gagging noise, and looks at Mobius furiously, but the other man is already laughing. 

“What… what are these?” He asks after swallowing, seemingly admitting defeat. Mobius laughs again.

“Goldfish. They’re from Earth you know,” Mobius eats a few, and quietly celebrates when Loki does as well. 

“Goldfish. I know of an employee you have that might benefit from these,” Loki tells him. 

“I’m flattered you think I’m anyone’s, especially Casey’s, superior. But really, the only person I’m in charge of is you,” Mobius says. Loki glares. 

“I’m always ten steps ahead of you all. Surely you know that,” he says, but it’s non-committal. Mobius can tell. 

“Yep. You’ve said before, handsome. This is all part of your plan.” Mobius looks to Loki for his next retort, but Loki doesn’t say anything. He stares at Mobius with an unreadable look on his face, and Mobius realizes his slip up. Handsome.

“Hey, don’t let my crackers go to waste. They’re hard to get a hold of around here, you know,” Mobius says, and Loki seems to move.

They stay like that for awhile, Loki sitting as Mobius watches over him. Mobius is just getting comfortable again when Loki gets up.

“It’s been great, but we probably should be heading back now,” he says, walking towards the door. “Wouldn’t want the timekeepers finding out about this, would we?”

Mobius stops him, carefully telling him to wait. Loki does, back facing him.

“I can tell you’re tired, Loki. I get it. You got here just after a war,” Loki tenses, just barely, at the mention of New York. Mobius talks faster to smooth it over. “I think you can take a day off. Better for me anyway. I don’t want to be sticking my neck out for someone who isn’t even helping all that much.” Mobius puts his hand on Loki’s shoulder. 

He’s always shocked by the amount of muscle he can feel through the material of Loki’s shirt. Loki seems so lean, but whenever Mobius touches him, he can feel how solid the other man is. He likes it. It’s soothing.

Loki turns around, looking suspicious. Mobius doesn’t blame Loki, but he does almost feel guilty. 

Almost.

“You can sleep here. Not just today. I’m sure the cot they have you sleeping in hardly compares to whatever you had on Asgard,” Mobius steps away, letting Loki go and waving his hand. “My couch doesn’t either, but it’s an upgrade for sure. Living room is all yours, buddy.”

“Where are you going?” Loki asks. Mobius looks at him. 

“To my room. I’m tired too,” he says. Loki blinks. 

“Won’t someone notice I’m not where I’m supposed to be?”

“I’ll take care of it,” Mobius says dismissively, even though he has no idea how he’s going to pull this off.

He’s practically made Loki a promise at this point. He’ll figure out how to make it all okay somehow. 

~

It’s driving Loki insane. 

Before, he could keep it all in because he was scared that Mobius wouldn’t want it. Wouldn’t want him. But now, there are moments that Loki doesn’t care. He doesn’t care that Mobius might push him away, give him that disapproving look if it meant Loki could just…

Kiss him. 

Loki scoffs at himself. He didn’t even get this caught up in the thought of a kiss as a boy. It was pathetic to feel like this in adulthood. 

What’s even worse is the thought that maybe this is how it’s supposed to be. He can recall watching Thor on Earth as he followed around Jane Foster, losing every bit of charm that kept him so popular on Asgard. At the time, Loki didn’t understand it.

But now he does. 

Everything is so high stakes for him - Loki is doomed if he doesn’t do as the TVA wants, and he would have been doomed had he just stayed on Earth like he was supposed to. But he barely even pays attention to those things.

Every waking moment is about Mobius. How he looks in the morning before he showers, hair tousled as he digs around in the fridge. The way his face lights up when he and Loki almost find the variant, and then the inevitable disappointment when they don’t. How every night, without fail, he tells Loki goodnight as the god falls asleep on his couch. 

Loki is starting to think there is something here. Because he’s paranoid, but not stupid. Mobius wouldn’t be letting Loki get this close if he thought the same way as when they first met. 

They enjoy each other. Mobius likes to lead, to rebel in the way he’s been given permission to. And Loki is realizing he doesn’t mind following a man like Mobius. 

~

Of course, the TVA isn’t so bad either. 

The organization itself, Loki hates. He’s never met the timekeepers, but they sound like kings. That was a group Loki never got along with. 

But the buildings, the center, was growing on him. Even if he wasn’t allowed access to most of the materials, Loki likes the library. He enjoys staying deep in the bookshelves, and bringing a stack out to drop right on the book Mobius is reading. Loki likes the elevators, which seemed to be the few minutes he could simply stand in silence and rest. He likes Casey too, though he tends to leave the poor, sad man alone now. 

Most of all, Loki likes the long hallways that rarely had anyone but him and Mobius. They feel private without being stifling. Sometimes, when the two go back to Mobius’s apartment too early, Loki feels sick. Like it physically hurts to be so close to having what he wants.

~

“That brown suit is hideous, you know.” Loki tells Mobius as they’re both getting ready. Mobius scowls at Loki.

“It’s uniform. You know, if everything works out, you might get one just like it,” Mobius retorts. Loki scoffs. “Alright then, mr. prince. What would you have me in?”

Loki stops, his eyes trailing over Mobius as he thinks about the question. Loki smirks, turning around as he grabs his belt.

“Anything else. You always look so uptight. No one here knows how to let loose a bit.”

“I’m uptight. That’s a good one,” Mobius says. He’s standing by the door, wanting to leave. “Could you hurry up and put your pants on? We’re late.”

All Loki is doing is tucking his shirt in, but he thinks he can feel Mobius looking. It’s in a way that doesn’t seem strictly observational. 

~

The nightmares, of course, are an issue. 

Loki hasn’t shared a room since he and Thor were children, so no one knows about the night terrors he gets. Maybe Mobius does, having had a glance at a few as he watched Loki’s life play out on the screen. But Loki doesn’t think so, because Mobius has never said anything. 

But of course, Loki has to ruin that. He wakes up with a shout that echoes off the walls. He slaps a hand over his mouth, then pulls it away, sticky with sweat. He’s pinching the bridge of his nose when Mobius bursts into the living room, slamming his hand over the light switch to turn it on.

“I’m sorry,” Loki says immediately, squinting at the brightness. “I didn’t mean to be so loud. I know you would get in trouble if someone were to find me here.”

“You.. I’d…” Mobius blinks, still half asleep and trying to figure out what’s happening. “Loki, are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Go back to bed, Mobius.” Loki leans more into his palm, cursing himself for letting this happen. If Mobius knows Loki like he claims to, he should just go.

Mobius stays in the doorway, and Loki can practically hear the gears turning in his head. Mobius sighs.

“Look, I’m not gonna ask you what it was, but… why don’t you sleep in here for tonight?” He gestures behind him, presumably towards his bed. Loki raises his head, looking at the other man.

Mobius looks sincere - painfully so. It seems like he doesn’t know what’s going on or what he should do, but he also looks like he just wants Loki to listen. 

Loki gets up, folding the blanket on the couch before he follows Mobius. Loki crawls into the bed after the other man, staying as far away as possible. He expects Mobius to say something else, but he doesn’t. Mobius just sighs and yanks the blanket towards him. 

~

Loki wakes up feeling amazing. 

He feels rested, warm and heavy as he stirs. The room smells like sleep, and Loki can’t help but raise his arms above his head and stretch. That’s when he feels something on his chest. Loki opens his eyes, peering down. Mobius’s arm is slung over him, the other man still asleep. 

Loki doesn’t move, trying to figure out how asleep Mobius still is. He wonders if they can stay like this for a few more minutes. 

He doesn’t take the chance. Loki gets up, quietly leaving so he can take a shower in the bathroom where his toothbrush sits next to Mobius’s. 

~

Mobius doesn’t like this shift in his feelings. 

He liked thinking Loki was all bravado with no depth. It was easy to separate everything that way. What was work, and what wasn’t. What mattered and didn’t. 

What was ethical or not. 

Being around Loki so much was making Mobius like him. Even worse, care. He started to dread rewatching certain scenes from his life to look for clues that might tell him where other Lokis are, because Mobius can see the effects of it all now. They’re playing out in front of him, sleeping on his living room couch. 

When Loki wakes up from whatever he was dreaming about, Mobius feels sick. He doesn’t even think about the fact Loki’s cry is loud enough to get caught - literally does not even occur to him. His only thought is, what now? What could possibly catch up to you here?

After Loki lays down in his bed (which was easier to get him to do than Mobius thought), Mobius listens for his breathing to even out. Then he reaches over, resting his arm on Loki’s chest. Mobius falls asleep making sure Loki is still breathing. 

~

Mobius notices the way Loki looks at him. The realization makes Mobius think about the two of them. What it would mean. 

It hasn’t even occurred to him to look at Loki like that, not seriously. Loki is an asset, so Mobius built up a ton of walls for the sake of professionalism. You know, for his job. Mobius is aware of Loki’s attractiveness because he has to be. It’s part of the reason all these Lokis get away with so much. 

But after that night Mobius begins to look at Loki because he can. And then he realizes he’s been doing that all along. 

“You know,” Mobius tells Loki the next afternoon. They’re in the cafeteria, and Loki is eating everything in his salad but the cherry tomatoes. “It might be better if you stay with me again tonight. Like you said, we wouldn’t want any of my neighbors to pick up on anything.” Loki raises an eyebrow, carefully setting his fork down. Mobius clears his throat.

“No need to be embarrassed, partner. I’m told I have a soothing presence.”

“I absolutely would not say that,” Loki says. “But… if you insist. After all,” Loki’s eyes glint. “You’re in charge.”

Mobius doesn’t know what to say to that, and drinks a cup of water in just one gulp.

~

And they settle into it. Loki doesn’t sneak out of Mobius’s arms, in fact, he actively seeks them out. Only once everything is quiet and the lights are out, but still. Loki tucks his head under Mobius’s chin, Mobius wraps his arms around Loki’s torso, and they both like it. A lot.

They don’t mention it ever, but it doesn’t seem like something they aren’t allowed to talk about. It’s just part of the routine. Shower, study, search, eat, get in bed. It’s nice. 

At some point, Loki realizes this is the longest he’s stayed in one place for a very long time. 

~

Just like Loki thought, he’s the first to do it. 

They’re in the elevator, and it’s taking a particularly long time, and Mobius decided to stand closer than he needed to and Loki just… kisses him. 

The best part is, Mobius doesn’t even seem surprised. He opens his mouth when Loki bites down on his lip, and he holds on to the lapels of Loki’s jacket and Loki cradles his face. Everything is so familiar, so natural, and Loki can’t help but smile against Mobius’s stupid mustache. 

And then Loki pulls away. Mobius doesn’t say anything, but he gives Loki a sad smile. Loki feels his blood run cold. 

“What?” He asks, and suddenly, he feels like a child. Like Mobius knows something he doesn’t, and now Loki is going to be chastised. 

“Nothing,” Mobius says, but that’s obviously not true. He sighs. “It’s just… that can't happen again.”

Loki stares at Mobius. “Why?” He demands. “Did you like it?”

“Yes,” Mobius says. His hands are resting on Loki’s waist, but he slides one over Loki's stomach. Mobius’s fingers find their way through the holes that the buttons of Loki’s shirt leave. The feeling of Mobius’s fingers on Loki’s bare skin make Loki dizzy, and confused. 

“Then why can’t we do it again?” He asks, wanting to rip Mobius’s hand off of him, but unable to bring himself to. Mobius grimaces. 

“Loki... Isn’t what we got goin’ enough?” Loki is cool under Mobius’s fingers. No more than anyone else though, even with his frost giant heritage. “C’mon, Loki,” when Mobius glances at Loki, then immediately looks away. The sight of Loki’s disorientated face, combined with his mouth slightly ajar… it’s too much. “You know if it goes any further one of us will screw up. I’ll even say it’ll be me. But someone would notice. It’d be impossible for them not to.”

“But… you’re the one who started this,” Loki protests, and he’s right, because Mobius is the one who brought him into this whole mess. The TVA, his apartment, his bedroom. It’s all been Mobius. Loki never asked for any of that. 

“I know,” Mobius says, and he sounds like he’s sorry. “Listen, I know. I’m sorry. We can’t have it all, but if we keep going the way we have, we can still have some.”

Loki steps away, and Mobius’s face falls. He looks more angry than sad. 

“I think I’d like to go back to my cell now.” Loki says. 

~

Loki doesn’t actually go back to his cell. But he does sleep on the couch again, and refuses to touch the Goldfish Mobius leaves out.

Mobius feels like a dick, but he’s also sort of pissed. He’s not happy about this either, and if Loki wasn’t always so selfish, he would see that Mobius also isn’t prancing around in happiness. 

“I’m not like you,” Mobius tells Loki the next morning. “Look, I can’t just… rebel. It’s not a luxury I’ve been afforded.”

“I’m glad that after seeing my entire life and death, you’ve settled on the word ‘luxury’ to describe it,” Loki responds angrily, and Mobius just backs off. He knows he won’t get anywhere with Loki, not like this. 

~

Watching Loki close himself off is… exactly what Mobius would have thought it would be. 

It’s exactly the same as when Loki arrived at the TVA, he’s just less defensive. Loki is just as mad at everyone else, but with Mobius, Loki doesn’t even give him a reaction. He does exactly what’s asked of him, no more and no less. 

Mobius misses him. 

Loki is just across the table, but Mobius misses their rapport. He wants to tease the god again, hassle him as they make their way to the cafeteria. Mobius wants to listen to Loki talk about Asgard, tell him all the little details that can’t be picked up on a screen. He wants his friend back. 

And now Mobius isn’t sleeping, either. He grew used to Loki’s head resting on his chest, the feeling of his hip in his hand. Mobius thinks about the skin of Loki’s stomach, how everything in the elevator felt. 

It was like Mobius lit up. He felt alive again, with free will and all.

But of course, Mobius doesn’t have free will. If he did, he’d pull Loki into the elevator himself, and show Loki just how much wanted this too. 

~

It hurts because Loki knows Mobius wants this. 

It’s almost worse than if he didn’t - because Mobius liking, wanting, and maybe even needing Loki back, it makes him like everything else in Loki’s life. Loki is so close, he can reach it, even hold it in the palm of his hand. A life with Mobius, at least for the time being, would be exactly as it was before the argument, except more so. Just a bit more. 

Loki can’t take it. He feels like he’s going to vomit every second of the day, because his life is a vicious cycle and coming so far just to be thrown away.  He takes long showers now, the stream of water being the only thing that can drown out his thoughts. Loki almost doesn’t see Mobius as he steps out of the bathroom, drying his hair. 

“Loki,” the other man says, and his tone is so grave that Loki stops. 

“Mobius,” he responds. “Do you need something?”

“I… I wanted to apologize,” Mobius takes a step forward. “For what I said.”

Loki tilts his head. “For which part? I recall quite a few things.” A look of exasperation passes over Mobius’s face. Loki hates to admit it, but the look is relieving. It makes everything seem less serious than it is. 

“What I said about not being like you,” Mobius explains. “Look, I know you’ve felt alone your whole life. And the way I said that, I don’t feel good about it. I’m sorry.”

Loki blinks, then throws his towel in the hamper. 

“It’s fine,” he says. Mobius shakes his head, stepping even closer, and Loki raises his eyes. 

“No, Loki, it’s not,” Mobius reaches up, running his fingers through Loki’s damp hair. “I lied,” he murmurs. “I lied to the God of Lies. I am like you, Loki. I’m your kind. I know Lokis, so I know who you would have been. But this you?” Mobius places his hands over Loki’s hips and pushes, pressing Loki’s back against the wall. “I’m still getting to know who you are now. And I like you, Loki. I really do.” Mobius stares at Loki expectantly. Loki swallows, resting his hands on Mobius’s shoulders. Mobius is softer than Loki is, and it makes Loki’s mouth water. From here, Loki can see every wrinkle and gray hair that Mobius has. He’s painfully human. Loki closes his eyes, leaning forward to press his lips against Mobius’s temple. 

“Do you mean it?” He asks. “Will it stick? Are you going to call it all off?” At this angle, Mobius can reach Loki’s neck, and he begins to suck on the delicate skin there. Loki lets out a moan. 

“I can’t promise we’re gonna get married and be together forever,” Mobius teases Loki lightly. He runs his tongue over Loki’s Adam’s Apple. “But I’m not gonna stop just because of the TVA. You.. you’re worth more than that.” Mobius slides his palms under Loki’s shirt and up his back, and Loki melts into him. “I promise.”

“Okay,” Loki says, because that’s all there is to say. He trusts Mobius, Loki realizes. He wholeheartedly does. 

“Loki,” Mobius says, exhaling. “Can I touch you? Do you want me to touch you?”

Loki straightens, catching Mobius’s eye. 

“Yes.”

[skellebonez]

Stop Lying To Me (Monkie Kid Cursed AU fanfic)

I was super inspired by @winterpower98 's Cursed AU and the fanart @kitkat1003 did for it soooo... I kinda wrote my own interpretation of this revelatory scene in an anon and now I am rewriting it here as a fic. I'm going off all the info in the masterpost and the hints in tags combined with my own flair so I'm probably off in places, but hey I had fun writing it and I hope you all have fun reading it and that's what counts! (also I have never posted fanfic to Tumblr before so if the formatting is off I apologize.)

Warnings: mild but vague depictions of some nasty injuries. And angst.

EDIT: I forgot to add the Read More! I fixed that!

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"You LIED to us."

Macaque looked up, eyes wide at the amount of venom that should not have been held in that voice. "Kid I-"

"You LIED TO US!" MK yelled, words tapering off with a disbelieving laugh as his tail swiped the air violently behind him. "You lied to Monkey King, to- to ME! You used me! Again! ... you used me again..."

Oh. He didn't realize his chest could hurt as much as it did when he heard that. That second again, soft but somehow like breaking porcelain against a hard surface. Macaque didn't realize he could hurt like that. He watched as MK slid down to sit on the ground, turning away from him to check on the still resting Monkey King. "Kid..."

"Was this your plan the whole time?" MK refused to turn, busying himself with checking on his mentor's injuries, injuries he was now fully aware were caused by his own claws thanks to Macaque's confession. "Pull a harmless 'prank', come up with an excuse to get us all away from everyone, pretend to start coming around, make me think you actually liked me this time?" He turned, teeth bared in a half smile half grimace. "Wait for me to start losing control so I could do the dirty work of getting revenge against Sun Wukong for you? What did you tell me last time? 'You are the weapon'? Is this what you wanted? A weapon!?"

There it was again, that pain in his chest. Macaque looked away, unable to keep eye contact with the kid. Not when he could see the shimmer of moisture starting at the corner of his eyes. Heaven, he was going soft! When had he started going soft? "It... I wanted..." Why were the words so hard now? Words were never hard before, he could let them flow like sweet honey at any time he pleased but now they stuck on his tongue like tar. "... yes."

A confirmation. The silence between them was thick, and from the edge of his vision he could see the tears as they finally started to roll down MK's face. "I thought you could change, Macaque."

"I am changing!" Macaque insisted, turning back to look at the younger with what he hoped with a gentle smile. "Yes, I had a plan originally, but it's changed! I don't want that anymore!" He took a step forward, not missing the flinch back and the way the kid curled into himself. When MK said nothing he took another step forward, slower this time, and another. "I'm going to stop this, WE are going to stop this, you won't be a weap-"

"Stop lying to me!" He had messed up. Gotten too close, too fast, pushed too far. When he reached for MK the kid swiped instinctively and his claws made contact, just barely, slicing into the side of Macaque's neck as he made to dodge just a bit too late in shock. Everything froze for a moment.

"I..." MK's eyes widened in horror as he looked at Mac's neck, then his hand. "No, I. I didn't. I didn't mean to. To hurt. I." His eyes flooded more red and as he looked to Macaque his breathing grew faster. He let out a sob. Then a yell. Then a scream.

"Shit!" Macaque took a quick few steps backward before stopping and going forward again, holding his hands up in front of him. "MK, MK listen to me please. You have to calm down ok? You just recovered from the last time, your body cannot handle another transformation without you being hurt!"

A step forward, a step back, scream growing strained and more red but this time from the lengthening claws digging into MK's own arms. The kid was trying to fight it, he could tell, but Macaque had messed up too much. He knew about the plan, that he had hurt Wukong, that he had been manipulated. He didn't know everything but he knew enough. And Mac knew MK wouldn't be able to stop it, even as tempered by exhaustion as it was.

So he did the only thing he could think of that wouldn't hurt him. He leapt forward and held MK. Knelt on the ground and wrapped the kid in his arms as tight as he could. The kid fought harder, both at the transformation and at the hold, grabbing Macaque's arms to pull them away and slicing his sleeves to ribbons and grabbing at his back when he failed.

Macaque did not let go. Not when those claws ripped through his clothes and drew more and more blood, not when MK smashed his forehead into his mouth and split his lip, not when the kid twisted and grabbed his arm and widened his own mouth and BIT, hard and furious and tearing into his bicep down to the bone. Not when the power radiating off the kid scared him more than he would ever admit. Macaque did not let go. 

"I'm not lying kid," he whispered. "Not anymore."

Eventually, too long for comfort, MK stopped fighting. It was like a switch was flipped. One second he was fighting and then next he just. Stopped. Had he not been breathing so hard Macaque would have sworn he has simply ceased entirely. 

They stayed like that for a moment, Macaque getting his own unsteady breathing under control before he gently maneuvered the kid to pick him up. He walked them back to where Wukong was fitfully resting, no doubt disturbed by the recent events, ignoring how his back was rapidly growing warm (but somehow cold) and wet and how one arm shook with effort it should not have needed. "You're gonna be ok Kid. You're gonna be ok. I promise."

"N.." So he wasn't completely drained. Yet. "No more... lying...?"

"Yeah. Yeah, no lying," Macaque said as he laid MK down, wincing as he turned in such a way that the worst of his injuries would be hidden away, if the kid was aware enough to see them that is. "Not about this, not anymore. I promise. Get some rest kid, you're gonna need it."

MK let out a halfhearted chuckle, nodding his head. "K. I... I won't. Give up on you yet." And with that he finally passed out.

Mac sat and watched, afraid to move lest the kid just suddenly transform. But he didn't. He rested and Macaque knew he had a lot to fix. He had gotten attached. Damn it all but he got attached to the kid.

That was the last thought he had as his body finally gave out, sending him sideways into the dirt. He thought he heard a yell, a voice more familiar to him than MK's, angry and scared sounding. Why was it scared? He was the Six Eared Macaque. He would be fine, he always was.

Even if that was potentially another lie.

[honkster]

Why the Dream SMP’s way of storytelling is IMPOSSIBLE to recreate in any other medium.

This has been in the back of my mind for the longest time. I think I finally got it.

People have talked about this before, and they’ve put forward some good points, and good for them – most of them are correct. It’s the way the ccs interact with each other, it’s how plot is mixed in with banter, that’s all good! I wanna put more out there.

So you know how you open a book to read, you start a new show, you sit down to watch a movie – that’s all produced by some sort of company, someone who made it specifically for you to enjoy. You expect a certain dramatic flair to it, certain cinematic choices, certain ways of writing, certain camera angles, certain reactions to things. That’s just ingrained expectations of things now.

The DSMP? Doesn’t have that.

The low expectations work very much in its favor. It’s a Minecraft role-playing server with a bunch of famous youtubers/streamers, who are all good friends and have great dynamics with each other. So when you expect “just another Minecraft video” but in stream form, or you watch the videos because there are certain people in them, you don’t expect to be dropped into extreme lore and sensitive topics, realistic situations proposed in game form, a combination of serious stuff and just fun times with friends goofing around – and you’re pleasantly surprised.

We, the fandom, are used to it a bit more now. How excellently they manage to make a serious story in such a “ridiculous” medium, how much it affects us all and gets our creative juices flowing. But even the ccs can’t predict some of the things that happen. And that’s fun.

The whole election ending the way it has? That was on us. And it made some of the most angsty content there has been in the DSMP. People still theorize about the arc and make connections to now – that’s pog!

Fundy being adopted by Eret – that sparked the whole “Fundy just wants a dad – let’s get him some love” thing that made FundyWasTaken and other Fundy+someone ships happen. I see a different person paired with Fundy every week, and somehow, I agree with all of them. I really got into Fundy because of that stream where Eret “slept through the adoption” and Fundy confronted his real dad and spent time with his granddad. That little stream gave us more insight into Fundy’s whole character (Nevermind Fundy showing off his acting skills – you go you funky little fox), but also justifies some of his actions now. DryWaters? Wanting to kill Technoblade? Fucked up reasons, but we still love him.

Phil being broken out of house arrest ahead of time – still made a great stream and Phil agreeing with Techno’s want for revenge – that made us all very happy. The SBI!!! The AE! And that’s also a thing!

That even if we do know or have predicted what’s going to happen, begged it out of the ccs basically, it is still incredibly fun to watch. Where some books/shows/movies fall short and reveal too much and end up being “too predictable”, they’re not fun anymore. I read this somewhere before, that sometimes holding back EVERYTHING from the reader, and relying on shock value to make a good story is just bad. Whereas if you progress the story naturally and let the reader make some predictions of their own and then they end up being right – that’s a lot of serotonin right there. It’s the re-readability that makes it slightly better the second time.

The DSMP takes this concept and fucking yeets with it. Letting fans engage in the story, letting them theorize and then be right, even acknowledging the fanart that was made, just engaging with the community that their roleplay created – that makes it so much more fun. I bet that even if the whole script was revealed to the fandom we would still watch every plot stream. Even if we knew vaguely what happens in the stream, we would tune in and enjoy every second of it. Because the ccs are just that good, we love them that much, we love this plot that much.

Oh and the unpredictability helps too. Tommy in exile was the vague concept of a lot of the streams – it’s taken that and ran with it in a lot of different directions. All quite enjoyable.

Having said all of that… The fact that this type of telling a story is impossible to recreate in any other medium is… kinda saddening? It is incredibly unique, and I’d say has things that not a lot of the people that produce mainstream media would even consider. “Just friends hanging out” – how would that make the script progress? “Engagement with the fandom, even considering their wishes for the characters” – but we’re telling a story here!

The only thing I can think of that would come close to the vibe, would be just a bunch of writer friends coming together, thinking up a universe and general plot, and then each deciding to write a few of their own characters in that universe. When one author focuses on their main characters, the side ones can feel left in the dust, or not fleshed out. The DSMP is just “every character can write their own story”, which takes a lot of the strain from the “main writers”. But the general thing of “just friends hanging out” would be taken away from it. We’re being serious here, why would we change the tone so quick?

With all of that in mind… I kinda wanna make some predictions? And I don’t know if they’re correct, but it’s fun to theorize. See?

1. L’manburg will die.

And not just because Techno has 54 withers. The country is cursed – it definitely is. There is little sentimental value that can be felt for a few flimsy stilts built on top of a crater. It might go out in a blaze of glory, with the withers (Is history repeating itself an interesting enough plot point to recycle a whole arc?), but it might just be forgotten. Yeah there have been some angsty headcanons about how “no one cares about L’manburg anymore, save for two people” and it just gets abandoned, but how about it just becoming irrelevant?

This all comes back to Dream, it always does! His want, need for the server to be “one happy family again”, it just means one thing. He wants the server to return to the peaceful anarchy that it was before L’manburg. No rulers, no factions, no nothing.

That’s never going to happen.

Try as he might, Dream cannot affect that change that L’manburg did to the server. The introduction of a faction, one that can exist without the interference of a higher power – why do you think so many factions have sprouted up since? And it’s not even serious factions a lot of the time, it’s just a few friends deciding to build their bases on a plot of land that they claim is a nation now. L’manburg has changed the mindset of these people, now an alliance with somebody is a political move. An alliance doesn’t exist if it doesn’t have a faction, and that faction can remain neutral for only so long.

Basically, L’manburg introduced the factions mod into the server.

And the fact that every faction now has enough relevance to hold weight in a war also means that every nation on the server is doomed to follow the downfall of L’manburg. Eventually, they will get into a fight they can’t win, go up against the wrong people, anger someone they shouldn’t have. All factions will either be destroyed, or lose relevance, until their creators, residents and such just… move on.

(And really you can go into meta and talk about real governments and compare them, but it’s far more simple than that. The server isn’t built for peace, it isn’t meant to be a relaxing place where you can just vibe, it may have been made for a few friends to play Minecraft together, but it has turned into An Author’s Curse. The curse that follows any kind of story being told – the fact that peace is boring. People watched the first streams of the DSMP because they liked the ccs, and that’s valid. But how many more people tuned in to watch the war streams because there was PLOT and there was CHAOS and there WASN’T CALM PEACE ANYMORE – that’s the curse of every writer. That you can write about someone just living their life drama-free, you can make interesting peace with characters or circumstances, but it’s always leading to one inevitable conclusion – war, drama, because people read that. And at this point, it’s just a predictable outcome. No matter how much you say that you are retired, that you’re done with violence (Technoblade), something will happen that will prove to you that you believed in people too much. No matter how “neutral” you may be in the matter, no matter how much you claim that you have no allegiance (Philza), you will be forced to pick one, because out of all the bad things, you pick the least worst one, the most appealing to you, the one that can benefit your want of revenge.

And I can go on, but this is far too deep for one simple reason – The Author’s Curse is so prevalent here because THERE ARE ABSOLUTELY NO STAKES. It’s a video game – you die? You respawn. Something gets destroyed? You can just rebuild. Sure, you’ll want to kill the person who did wrong to you, but whatever they did wrong can just be replaced, remade, recreated. So why not have wars? Why not cause massive amounts of destruction “for the plot”?

It’s literally a playground. How all authors have their little playground with their characters that they meticulously plan out, the DSMP is that playground for all of these people.

And it’s fun! Sure! I like it! I’m just really skeptical whenever someone in character says that they “just want peace”, “are retired”, “swear off violence”, “are building just a little city for themselves”. Because you can do that, nothing wrong. But eventually, no matter how much you distance yourself from all of the chaos happening, all of the wars, you will return.

Because it is just much more fun.

It’s the curse. A cursed cycle.

And everyone is in it.)

2. The prison.

I don’t have anything on the prison because I don’t have anything on the book. Yeah I’ve done a whole post where I overanalyze what it could be, but it doesn’t make it any clearer. Whatever it is, it’s made out to be a huge plot point, something that can only be revealed when the prison is finished.

Cursed. The prison’s reason for being constructed is the book, but the book is only relevant when the prison is finished. We can only wait, and theorize, as we do.

(My only theory is that the book is information about another op on the server. Or at least something related to op or creative mode. Dream only fears one thing on this server, and that’s Technoblade, so if his one fear is the most skilled player on the server, what else could give him existential fear?)

3. The SBI.

Again, I don’t have anything! Yeah the reunion seems to be going smoothly, one member at a time, but there is already conflict in their beliefs among each other. And all that’s happened is a vague “maybe one day we’ll strike”.

Is history repeating itself an interesting enough plot point to recycle a whole arc?

Is L’manburg’s destruction AGAIN really necessary to hammer home the idea that no one likes that place anymore?

I don’t know. Whatever happens, no one’s in the right. No one’s in the wrong either. They’re all not good people and that’s that on that.

4. The Clingy Duo.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

That’s all.

(Okay seriously? All of these arcs are connected. You know what happens when everything seems to be connected to one another?

A giant, dramatic final showdown between the two opposing sides.

Cause it’s just Chaos vs L’manburg. Those are the sides. People that want L’manburg to exist and people that want it gone. There are no other sides, there isn’t someone who’s like “Well maybe it can exist if we do this and this” cause no one wants to put in anymore effort into this cursed country. The only people were the clingy duo and now they’re separated and everyone is just leaving and Tommy is on the Chaos side like at this point he doesn’t care about L’manburg he just cares about Tubbo but he has to convince Tubbo to leave L’manburg but will Tubbo be convinced but will Tommy even consider leaving L’manburg and breaking free from its curse AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

Goddamit.)

5. The Egg?

Dunno shit about it. Like the prison – it seems important, but we’re just not being given enough information. Is it a coincidence that the moment Dream commissioned the prison the Egg popped up? Or are the two directly related?

I don’t know. But as long as someone is finding ways to fight the Egg, that’s fantastic. Bad juju indeed.

6. Oh the Butcher Army want to kill Dream!

Hah.

Okay I’ve seen people make the case that the Army is just a bunch of people with trauma repeating the cycle of ab*se that they went through and yes.

Just yes.

And the fact that no one is actually looking at it that way and no one is there to like.. help them or even help them understand that what they are doing is just irrational, even though their reason for doing it and the result they hope to achieve is YES and the only thing that a lot of the people of the server who want peace should try to go for as well, they cannot stand up to Dream on their own. They just can’t, they will get punted into exile. They need allies, and they need powerful ones, people that have also been wronged by Dream and want him gone.

But the cycle continues, and no one knows where it ends.

(Okay but from a writing perspective? Getting rid of Dream is the end goal. It is the be all end all of all conflict, well… most of it, at least most that’s related to the supposed “good side”, or “the side that’s been most victimized”. But from the same perspective, that side is just… no longer. It has proven that is just as bad, if not worse than the final boss. I have to agree that Techno has to pay for his crimes, even though I like him a lot, but Techno did in fact cause insane damage. Yeah L’manburg rebuilt, yeah Wilbur probably caused more – still he isn’t completely free.

But that’s a discussion on morality more than laws.

L’manburg is doomed to die. Dream is doomed to be fought, and probably won against (simply because he has won far too many times already, you know how everyone seems to hate OP characters…). But the Butcher Army is doomed to fail against Dream. So how does that work?

Welp.

Is history repeating itself and interesting enough plot point to recycle a whole arc?

The answer is no.

I’ve repeated that question three times now, and the answer to it is no. No it is not. L’manburg can be destroyed again, and it can be rebuilt again, but the sentimentality that people feel for it will not remain. The cycle of history ends somewhere, and it’s not too far a fetch that it ends here.

So what happens when Technoblade, Philza and Tommy roll up to L’manburg with withers and a destruction wish, only to be met with a bunch of traumatized children with axes and a death wish?

Well, I’ll spare the details, but from a purely writing standpoint…

The two sides team up.

Think about it – The Butcher Army doesn’t care about Technoblade anymore. They’ve seen that Dream is the one pulling the strings, they know that even if they do care about trying to eliminate Technoblade again, they have to get rid of his strongest ally – Dream. But through their anger, they’ve lost their fear. You should fear Dream, he’s a fuckin op. Techno is correct in not wanting to go against him.

But after Tommy? After seeing the Butcher Army at their lowest, screeching about Dream being the villain?

Will Techno finally go past his thinking of “government is evil, always government is source of problem” and realize that Dream has the most evil government in mind for his rule?

I’m still kinda sad that Techno isn’t making the conclusions he should about Dream. But he’s starting to – and really, the SBI-Butcher Army team up is the most logical thing that could happen.

Watch me be completely wrong or miss something and I’ve got ALL of it wrong. I would love that.)

(Also it’s very funny to me that Dream is literally simping for Techno while he’s just here like “Listen bud I would stab you on sight if you didn’t have creative mode”. Dream KNOWS that Techno can and will kill him given the opportunity. Techno knows that that opportunity may never arise.

It’s a weird type of stalemate, to be sure. But goddamn is it interesting.)

Anyway... if you read through all of this... I could bake you a cookie? Thank you! I like to ramble.

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Alix's rom-com night

The June event of the @mlwritersguild was to create bonus content for one of our fics - I decided to seize the opportunity to finally sit down and write one of the bonus scenes of You can count on me (I will be there for you), and to do draw a bit of fanart to go with it (4 panels, including a Marichat piece)! Let me tell you that the Burrow is a pain to draw, but I'm actually quite proud of the result :)

About YCCOM: It's an aged-up, one-sided reveal with "fake" wedding fic, based on Sallteas' art. The fic is 9 chapters and 20k words long. It was written before season 4, so it's no longer canon compliant in terms of who knows who's identities at the beginning.

Synopsis: Ladybug's identity is compromised, and somebody is after her. After a lot of pondering, she and Chat Noir come to the conclusion that her best bet is for her to marry Adrien Agreste. It breaks her heart that she is not marrying Chat Noir, but she knows that she's buying them time to figure out who is behind the anonymous letters she's been receiving, and hopefully to find Hawkmoth. Whatever the situation might be, her wedding day should provide a moment of respite. And maybe it would have, had Chat Noir refrained from coming to visit her just before the ceremony...

About Alix's rom-com night: it's a one shot that's chronologically set before the main fic, but I recommend reading it after reading the latter since it contains spoilers for it. It follows Alix (obviously), and includes Ladybug revealing her identity to Chat Noir and the set up of their "fake wedding" plan.

Hope you enjoy!

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Alix opened her door and dropped her keys in the bowl as she kicked off her shoes with a satisfied sigh. Home, sweet home.

Her studio apartment wasn’t very big, but then again, she didn’t need a huge surface when she had a whole extension waiting for her just a transformation phrase away. She’d mentally thanked Marinette more than once for choosing her to wield the Rabbit Miraculous, rather than somebody else, just for the savings she made in rent.

She whistled happily as she made her way to her kitchen area, grabbing a bag of popcorn out of a cupboard and shoving it in her microwave.

She deserved the treat. She’d been running around all week, trying to slide letters to her targets without being spotted, spending hours on end to find the perfect stationary, and then staying up at night to get the wording exactly right, a delicate mix of subtlety and threat to elicit some sort of response from them. It had taken a lot of trial and error, especially for Ladybug. Her friend had always been surprisingly oblivious on many fronts, and it seemed that her honeymoon phase with Chat Noir reinforced her optimistic ability to brush ominous details aside. It had taken three letters for her to start freaking out and to promise Tikki she would talk to her partner about them, whereas Hawkmoth had started the analysis phase upon the first one he’d received.

Alix had only been mildly surprised by the identity of their nemesis when she’d decided it was high time she knew who they were facing; it was all too fitting that the man who leached off Paris’ most intense negative emotions should be the most embittered person she knew, and the one who, in retrospect, had been the cause of many an Akuma (she still shuddered at the what-could-have-been of Chat Noir’s akumatisation).

The microwave dinged, bringing her thoughts back to her timeline. She took the bowl out and called for her Kwami.

“Fluff, clockwise! Burrow!”

A white portal appeared in the middle of her living space and she walked through it, emerging in the ovoid room covered in screens. She made her way to the furthest point, hung her umbrella up on the coathanger she kept in there, and grabbed a folding chair. It was a director’s seat which supposedly had belonged to a rising name in the cinema world before their career had been shot down for obscure reasons, but she didn’t really care about its story; she’d bought it for a very low price at a yard sale, and that was all that mattered to her.

“Right, where are you…” She muttered, scrutinising her surroundings, until she found the screen she was looking for.

She unfolded the chair, zoomed in on the empty (for now) rooftop, propped down in her seat and threw a fistful of popcorn into her mouth, waiting for the show to start.

Unsurprisingly, Ladybug was the first to arrive on the scene. She paced around, mumbling to herself as she wrung her hands together. Alix felt a pang of guilt as she watched her rehearse how she would break the news to her partner, but reassured herself that the ordeal would soon be over.

Finally, Chat Noir landed beside Ladybug, and she flung herself at him, holding him so tight he had to untangle himself from her arms to breathe.

“Well, well, well, my Lady, I know I couldn’t make it to patrol last night, but I didn’t think you’d miss me this much,” he chuckled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Alix rolled her eyes at just how lovestruck he looked as he did so. How could her friends be so sappy, and yet still be at square one in terms of knowing who the other was?

Some might have said that it was romantic, that they loved each other regardless of who they were; but those people did not have to deal with the constant end of the world threat.

“What was so important that you couldn’t just text me?”

Ladybug took a deep breath. Her fingers slid along his arms as she relaxed her embrace, taking his hands in hers at the end of the line. “Somebody knows my identity,” she said quietly, looking down. “And I don’t know who they are.”

“What?!” Chat’s voice detonated in the previously peaceful quiet of the evening, making a couple of pigeons take off in a loud flutter of wings.

“I’m so sorry, I must have been careless when I got home one night, they must have seen me, I bet it was last week when I was tired and I-”

“My Lady, no offence, but I don’t care about the when and why, just... are you okay?” He tilted her chin up, gently turning her head to each side, checking for any signs of injury.

She placed her hand on his, making him stop, and gave him a soft, sad smile. “Yes, Chaton. Just a little rattled; you know you were the first person I wanted to reveal my identity to. Not including Bunnyx, although technically I never told her who I am.”

“And technically, I’m still the only person who knows who you are,” Bunnyx smugly commented between two handfuls of popcorn. “Now come on, I want to see how you react when you reveal your identities to each other.”

“How do you know somebody knows, though? And do you have any idea what their intentions are?”

Ladybug’s expression darkened. “I received some letters. They’re not signed, but they’ve got enough butterflies on them to make me think that even if they’re not from the biggest pest in Paris, then they’re probably from somebody who’s up to no good.”

Chat Noir swore under his breath, then regained his countenance. “So, what do we do now? Do you think we can hunt down the bugger?”

“We definitely will, but…” Ladybug bit her lip, and Alix leaned forward in her seat. This had to be it. “Chaton, I think the time has come for me to tell you who I am.”

“YES! Finally!” Alix cheered, almost spilling her popcorn bowl.

“Are you sure, my Lady?” Alix didn’t have to be on site to tell that Chat Noir’s heart was beating faster than usual; the corners of his mouth twitched as he repressed a smile, as though his excitement could make her change her mind.

“Yes.” She nodded. “I really want you to know.” In case something happens to me, Alix was pretty sure her friend had left unsaid.

“Okay, okay.” Chat Noir took a deep breath, buzzing with anticipation, so much so that he apparently missed the whole subtext of her previous words. “Do you want to do this now? And how do you want to do it? Do you want me to close my eyes? Are you going to write it on a piece of paper for me to read? Are you going to detransform? Should-”

“I was thinking the latter, and yes, now,” Ladybug said timidly. “Up to you if you want to look or not.”

“For some reason, I feel like I shouldn’t.” He took her hands in his and kissed her knuckles without breaking their eye contact, then took another deep breath and closed his eyes, a blissful smile on his lips. “Ready when you are, my Lady.”

“Ok, here goes.” She let out a shaky breath and called off her transformation. The soft pink glow engulfed her and receded, her suit melting away to reveal her true appearance.

“Wow, Marinette, you actually broke out your favourite dress for this? Glad to see all of this isn’t affecting your ability to think straight.” Alix smirked. If her friend had gone home after a long, stressful work day, and found it in her to change and doll herself up to make a good impression on Chat Noir, things couldn’t be that bad. She had to agree that her dress, simple, white, with little red hearts embroidered on it, was perfect for the occasion, though.

“You can open your eyes now, Chaton.” Marinette gave his hands a squeeze.

Chat Noir obliged, blinking slowly as he took in her appearance, her identity, her. Marinette squirmed under his gaze, his expression not giving away any of his thoughts.

“H-Hi,” she stammered when she couldn’t take it anymore. “I, erm, I guess I should introduce myself? We’ve run into each other before, when we were younger, and even if you actually had lunch with my family that one time, I guess it’s been a while… My name is-”

“Marinette. Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” Chat’s smile finally broke free, spread from ear to ear, almost literally illuminating his face. Alix wondered if anything could ever wipe it off. Love and admiration twinkled in his eyes as he picked her up and started spinning her. Marinette wrapped her arms around his neck, giggling giddily, before Chat Noir closed the gap between their lips.

Bunnyx modestly looked away, allowing them to have their moment. Her eyes landed on a rerun of Plagg putting an end to the dinosaurs’ reign.

“I should have known that it was you, Princess.” Chat panted slightly as he carefully set Marinette back on the roof. “Everything makes so much more sense now, I-”

“Before you finish that thought, I can’t know your identity.” She placed her index finger on his lips. “Yet, of course.”

“What?” Chat froze, and so did Bunnyx, her hand pausing midway between the popcorn bowl and her mouth. “But why?”

“I don’t know what might happen to me, but I don’t want to put you in any danger.” Marinette cupped his cheek. “And I don’t want to lose my memories of you. Of us.”

“Oh for Kwami’s sake.” Alix rolled her eyes. “Boo!” She threw a fistful of popcorn at the screen as her friend continued to list all the reasons Chat couldn’t reveal his identity.

“My Lady, Marinette, if you’re worried about your safety, maybe we should do something about it. I could move in with you, or in a flat nearby, maybe, stay transformed or wear a mask at all times so you don’t know who I am, we can figure it out… Of course I know you can protect yourself, but I could stand guard while you sleep, or...” Chat raked his hand through his hair as he thought.

“You know I love you, Chaton, and that’s why I can’t let you do that! You can’t live like that, I can’t ask that of you. Not to mention how difficult it would be for me, do you really think I could resist having you so close, and not trying to get a glimpse of who you are?” She joked, trying to diffuse the sudden tension.

“Then we need to get you a bodyguard,” he insisted.

“I thought about it, but… Well, I can’t really afford it, and how could I justify suddenly needing personal security? I’m just a designer, and nothing I’ve ever done has been avant-garde enough that I should be worried about my safety.” She shook her head.

“Damn, I knew I should have targeted Chat Noir,” Alix swore under her breath. “He would’ve had to reveal his identity, and she definitely wouldn’t have been a pushover on her kitty’s protection matter. Come on Adrien, do something.”

She could tell that he was up to something just by looking at him. He’d been silent for a little too long for it to be natural. Cogs turned in his head, making him squint. He let go of her completely and paced around the roof, almost pulling his hair out as he did so. Alix sensed that whatever was on his mind was going to be big. She leaned forwards in anticipation.

Finally, Chat Noir came to a halt in front of Marinette, the fever in his eyes and his dishevelled hair making him look slightly unhinged.

“Buguinette, I think I’ve got a solution,” he whispered.

“You do?” Marinette’s voice was full of hope, although she looked slightly concerned about him.

“You’re probably not going to like it,” he warned her, lifting a finger.

“Beggars can’t be choosers.” She shrugged, taking a step forward.

“Right.” He gave her one last look, an opportunity to stop him before the words tumbled out. She nodded encouragingly. “Okay, here’s the thing. I have it on very good authority that Adrien Agreste is being pressured into getting married by his father.”

“I see Gabriel’s just as delightful as always,” Marinette shook her head.

“Unlike good cheese, he definitely doesn’t get better with time.” Chat smiled bitterly, eyes losing focus a little.

“What’s it got to do with us, though?” Marinette prompted, placing a hand on his arm.

“Oh, Agreste, you absolute genius, I think I know where this is going.” Alix took another handful of popcorn.

“Oh, yes, right.” He cleared his throat. “See, Adrien’s not dating anyone at the moment…” Right, Alix snorted. “And he’s not really planning on starting a relationship with his father breathing down his neck, but, well, he happens to owe me a favour, and I’m sure that he’d be more than happy to put his security detail to good use…”

“So you’re suggesting that I marry Adrien.” Marinette deadpanned.

“Well, er, I actually thought you could just date, but thinking about it… It would be less strange for you to request a bodyguard if your relationship was more serious…” He trailed off.

Alix was impressed by how well he concealed his emotions. His poker face was truly exceptional.

“And you think Adrien would be ready to marry me because of a favour he owes you?” Marinette crossed her arms over her chest, pursing her lips and squinting at him as she tried to pick at his lie.

Alix winced for Chat. Maybe he should have waited a bit before blurting out the (as it turned out) probably only sane option in that situation so he could work out all of the details for himself. Marinette was very good at trying to shake plans to see how solid their foundations were.

“Please. Adrien had a crush on you when you were younger, if anything I could probably smuggle it as another favour, given how perfect the fake scenario would be. Although I guess that since you also liked him… It might just cancel out.” He tapped his lip pensively.

“Adrien had a crush on me?” Marinette frowned. “Oh, you must mean Ladybug. I think Nino mentioned it once.”

“Well, yes, but he also had one on you, Marinette.” Chat stepped forward, mischief twinkling in his eyes as he poked her on the nose.

“Really, now,” she muttered to herself.

“The main reason he didn’t act on it was that he thought you loved somebody else.” Chat smiled ironically.

“Wow, what a pair of idiots.” Marinette chuckled.

“You don’t know the half of it.” He kissed her forehead.

“But you know what?” Marinette didn’t pick up on her partner’s comment. “I’m actually glad we didn’t get together. It probably would have delayed us getting together.” She pressed a peck to his lips. “If we’d gotten together at all in that timeline.” She smirked.

Alix snorted. Out of all the timelines she’d watched unfold in an attempt to keep things in check, there wasn’t a single one where Marinette and Adrien, Ladybug and Chat Noir, didn’t end up together, and not just because of her interventions to help them, and the rest of the planet, stay alive.

Marinette’s face fell at Chat Noir’s lack of response. Alix knew her friend didn’t particularly believe in soulmates, but she understood that she would have liked a sappy Chat Noir special comment on how he’d told her he’d grow onto her anyway, and that she would have soon discovered that the Agreste boy had nothing on him. She assumed that he was too busy restraining himself from saying the wrong thing.

“Actually… What about us, then?” Marinette cleared her throat and looked up at him, eyes glistening slightly in the half light.

“My Lady… If you really think that you being a divorcée will spur me away…” Chat Noir looked down at their entwined hands, locks of blond hair falling in front of his eyes, concealing his giddy smile from her. You sneaky cat, Alix thought.

Marinette followed his gaze, letting out a long sigh as she watched their hands sway lightly. Alix knew her brain was probably trying to find all the flaws in the plan. She crossed her fingers, hoping that it would be enough for her friend to accept. It was perfect, whether they got their act together and figured everything out before the event, or not.

“Fine,” Marinette finally said with resolve, making Alix mentally thank whoever was out there. “I’ll do it on two conditions.”

“Anything, my love.” Chat let out a sigh of relief.

“Firstly, we’re honest with Adrien from the get go. No lying about anything.” Chat nodded along. “Secondly, we get cracking on finding Hawkmoth, and after we do and the divorce is settled, if we even get that far with Adrien because obviously if everything is settled before the wedding we won’t be going through the whole plan…” Chat smiled fondly as she took a deep breath. “After all that, we are getting married.” She gestured between the both of them.

“My Lady, are you proposing to me right meow?” Chat Noir all but purred.

“I guess so.” Marinette shrugged, a smile and a blush spreading on her cheeks.

“Wow, then, I’m definitely putting Adrien in charge of the proposal planning,” he replied with a smirk.

“Chaton!” She stomped her foot, her mildly amused smile cancelling out her frown.

“What?” He teased her.

“Will you? Marry me?” She held his gaze.

“Do you even have to ask?” He chuckled. “You know, my Lady, I’m pretty sure that, in my head, we’ve been married since that speech you gave on the Eiffel Tower during our very first fight. Well, I’ve been married to you; you do whatever you please.”

“You’re such a dork,” Marinette laughed, brushing her nose against his and throwing her arms around his neck.

“And yet you still love me.” He pulled her closer.

“Unfortunately, I do,” she sighed dramatically before pressing a kiss to his lips.

Alix dismissed the screen. She’d seen what she wanted, and it seemed like a good place to stop; a happy, sappy ending. Also, she’d finished all of her popcorn.

Everything was on track, her friends would start their Hawkmoth hunt, and soon everybody in Paris would be able to live without fear of their own negative emotions.

(Of course, that was the theory; she’d soon find out that she’d underestimated Adrien’s will to organise the perfect wedding for Marinette, and that, my friends, was no small oversight.)

[wordupcomics]

We would like to see more about the adventures of the boys (Violet, Scoops, Becky and Tobey) when they were teenagers we really love to see our favorite team interacting with each other 💗

Hey Anon! Sorry this took so long! It took me a while to think of things and then when I did I wanted to draw them but by that point I'd already kept you waiting for a while so I only have two drawings but I have a lot of ideas I will share through text instead!

First lets do the moment with the drawings

So it starts with the gang as teenagers, all four of them in detention. The girls and the boys got detention for different reasons, and ask the other why they are there. First Becky and Violet ask Tobey and Scoops why they're there. It's a long answer, so I'll just have Becky sum it up for you

Becky:...So...let me get this straight...Scoops saw Mr. Smith and Mrs. Stevens kissing in the parking lot, and decided to right an article about it and why we should remain loyal to our partners...and then Tobey pointed out that if anyone saw that article he could damage Mr. Smith and Mrs. Stevens marriages and get in trouble. So to avoid getting in trouble you two decided to flush the article down one of the toilets in the boys locker room and it clogged the pipes and flooded the boys locker room and you two got detention for causing damage to school property????

Tobey: Yes we hear the irony that we did that to avoid Scoops getting in trouble and then ultimately got in trouble because of it

Becky: Not even on my list of concerns right now. First of all...why did you have to destroy the article? Why couldn't you have just not published it? You could have hidden it or thrown it away?

Violet: No they should have recycled it!

Scoops: What if I recycled it and someone found it? Or what if I lost it and someone found it? it would spread like wildfire!

Becky: Okay, but why flush it down the toilet??? You could have shred it?

Violet: Or painted over it!

Becky: Or used one of Tobey's robots to destroy it

Violet: Or you guys could have thrown it in my fire pit when you came over next weekend to roast marshmallows!

Tobey and Scoops (realizing they're right): ...

Becky: And secondly (Looks to Violet as they both try to choke down a laugh) Mr. Smith and Mrs. Stevens are married

Scoops: I know, that's why I wrote an article on cheating Becky!

Violet: No, you guys, they're married to each other

Tobey and Scoops: ...What..??

Becky: Mrs. Stevens wanted to keep her last name so she never changed it

Violet: They've been happily married for twenty years

(Tobey and Scoops then realize they got detention for basically no reason at all as Becky and Violet burst out laughing):

Tobey: Oh yeah! And why are you two here, hmm? What bad thing could the two most rule-following students in the school have possibly done to end up in detention with us?

Becky and Violet (paniced): No reason

Scoops: No no no! We told you, now you gotta tell us! What'd you two do?

Violet: ....Well...Becky brought her laptop to school today so we could look at Pretty Princess fanart at lunch...

Scoops: At lunch? A teacher shouldn't give you detention for goofing off on a computer at lunch

Becky: Yeah the problem wasn't when we were looking at it...the problem was the particular fanart that just happened to be on the computer when the teacher passed by...

Tobey: ... What in the world kind of fanart were you two looking at?????

Becky: We were just looking at normal fanart! As it turns out some people one the internet are...messed up and we accidentally ran into some fanart that...um...

Violet: Will haunt my nightmares for the rest of my life...

Becky: and was ultimately deemed "highly inappropriate" by the teacher...

(Tobey and Scoops then burst out laughing):

I'm gonna put some more scenarios under the cut!

Becky begged Tobey to read this amazing book she just loves:

Becky: Have you read it yet?! Wasn't it amazing?!

Tobey: ...Becky you are one of my dearest friends but I have to be honest with you-This was the worst book I have ever had the displeasure to read

Becky: (Yanks the book out of Tobey's hands and "covers it's ears") (Gasps) IT CAN HEAR YOU!!!

Tobey: ....please see a shrink...

Mrs. McCallister is finally ready for Tobey to meet her new boyfriend and Tobey is super nervous. Scoops gets this idea that he'll look up the guy in the phone book, call him, and pretend he's randomly interviewing people on the phone for a school article, when instead he's actually getting information Tobey needs to get to know the guy better so he knows what to expect (fun fact: this man would later become Tobey's stepdad, his name is Alex). Scoops has the phone on speaker so Tobey can hear

After a bunch of oddly specific questions:

Alex, on the other end: ...Are you a friend of Claire's boy, Tobey?

Scoops: ...

Alex: ...

Tobey: ...

Scoops: Bye! (hangs up in panic)

Tobey: SCOOPS!

Scoops: He was on to us! I panicked! What was I supposed to do???

Tobey: NOT THAT! YOU MAY AS WELL HAVE SAID YES!

Scoops wrote an article about WordGirl. He didn't see anything wrong with it...Becky did...

Becky: How could you say that about me!?

Scoops: I didn't think you'd care!

Becky: Well I do!

Scoops: I'm sorry, Becky. I didn't know you felt so insecure about this or I never would have written it, I promise!

Becky: Insecure! I am NOT insecure!

Scoops (raising an eyebrow): ... define insecure

Becky: ...

Scoops: ...

Becky: I'm leaving! (leaves)

Tobey is in the park reading, Violet is also at the park, doing an art show. She walks up to Tobey all sad and sits next to him

Violet: Hi..

Tobey: What's the matter?

Violet: Someone came to my art show and said he thought all my art was terrible...

Tobey: ...Who in the world would say such a thing???

Violet: That guy over there...

Tobey: You know he's probably just jealous of how talented you are and is masking his insecurities behind rude comments

Violet: ... You really think so?

Tobey: Oh yes, I used to do it all the time..I still catch myself doing it to be honest

Violet: Well now I feel bad for him..

Tobey: Well there's nothing you can do about him, so if I were you I'd just go and continue your art show like normal

Violet: You're right Tobey! Thanks! (leaves for her art show)

Tobey: (pulls out his remote) Insult my dear innocent friend? Not on my watch

Becky and Violet talking about Pretty Princess

Becky: I mean...I know none of it is canon but it's still a good idea right?

Violet: Becky! This is the best AU idea I've ever heard!

Becky: (gasps) I'll write fanfiction for it and you draw fanart for it?

Violet: YES!

Becky and Violet: (Excited screams)

Tobey, now officially having given up crime, is doing community service (of his own volition) to make up for his past actions. Becky, Scoops and Violet come up

Becky: How's community service going?

Tobey: It's awful! But I'm glad I'm doing it

Violet: Want some help?

Tobey: No, it wouldn't feel right

Scoops: Well, can we just sit here and keep you company then?

Tobey: ... Of course!

In high school, Violet got into acting and often performed in school plays. Her first play ever she invited all her friends to come see, and of course they were happy to watch her have fun on stage! However when they saw the play it was....horrendous. Worst thing they'd ever seen. After the play was over Violet happily came over to ask them what they thought of it. Important note: Violet and Scoops were dating at the time

Tobey, seeing Violet coming: What do I do??? I can't tell Violet it was terrible! It would break her heart! But I can't lie to her either! That's wrong!

Becky: Tobey, relax, just do what I do

Violet: Hey guys! What'd you think?

Becky: you looked like you were having so much fun!

Tobey and Scoops: Yeah you did!

Violet: I was! But what did you think of the play itself?

Becky: ...Well...honestly you guys mispronounced so many words I couldn't really enjoy it. I mean it's not your fault, no one uses those words anymore but you know...I know how they're pronounced and can't stand when words are pronounced wrong so...

Violet: Oh that makes sense! We'll work on that! Maybe you can tell me how to pronounce them!

Becky: Sure!

Violet: Tobey what did you think?

Tobey: Um...I wasn't really a fan of the genre so I probably didn't enjoy it as much as I could have

Violet: Oh, what kind of genres do you like?

Tobey: ....a consistent one...

Violet: (laughs) You're so silly Tobey! Scoops! What'd you think?

Scoops: ... Um... I loved it of course! I mean, you were in it! And I love you! So how could I not love it!

Becky, having learned from the WordGirl stuff, later told Violet the truth and explained that she didn't like the play at all and only liked that Violet seemed so happy doing it. Violet took this well. Tobey and Scoops however...:

Scoops: PROBLEM PROBLEM PROBLEM!

Tobey: What?

Scoops: The school paper wants me to review the school play! I can't say it was good, that goes against my oath as a reporter! But I can't say it was bad either, I already told Violet I loved it!

Tobey: Ask someone else to do it

Scoops: No one else has the time to take on any more assignments! What am I gonna do?! I don't wanna upset Violet!

Tobey: um...uh...could you post it anonymously?

Those actions eventually lead to Scoops and Violet breaking up (don't worry, they did get back together years later)

Scoops took his and Violet's break up particularly hard, and Tobey tried to cheer him up by finding weird things happening in the city for Scoops to write about. It didn't help a whole lot, but Scoops appreciated Tobey trying to cheer him up. Meanwhile Becky, who by this point all her friends knew she was WordGirl, essentially tried to fix Scoops and Violet's now ended relationship, and between trying to help them, school work, hero work and family life, she ended up stretching herself a little too thin to the point that all her friends had to do an intervention and tell her to stop because it wasn't good for her.

I've mentioned before that Becky's necklace in Word Up in significant and special to her. This necklace was actually made by Scoops, Violet and Tobey. Note the fact that her friends made it isn't the reason it's so important to her, but it is sweet they took the time to make it for her.

For one of his birthdays Tobey invited his friends to a demolition derby. When his friends said they thought it odd he'd be into that, he stated it was his new outlet for seeing destruction now that he was no longer doing crime.

Hmm that's all I have for now! If you are wanting more and have any particular questions or ideas, feel free to send more asks! If they are a little more specific I'll probably get to them a little sooner

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Do You Wanna Feel Safe Too?

[Oneshot/Imagine]

Pairing: Tenya Iida x Reader, Neito Monoma x Reader(Platonic)

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Summary: Iida was always jealous of you and Monoma, he always tries to keep him away from you as possible. He wanted your attention, he needs your affection. He needs to keep you away from those bad examples(Were not talking about his friends and family). He planned to kidnap you instead! On a beautiful bed in the basement. It was full with expensive things. He locked you away from the real world. But when you made a mistake on leaving or making him disappointed? You’ll have a punishment. And maybe try to comfort you after.

Warnings: some wrong grammars, mentions of kidnapping, possessive yandere Iida, mentions of killing, mentions of blood, cringe,

Genre: Some fluff, angst, yandere Iida 

Keys:

Y/n- your name,

A/n: This is supposed to be for his birthday and i was late, anyways, Happy late birthday Tenya Iida!

I’m not really good at Yandere things so i’m sorry!

Reader: Neutral

Edited: 29/08/2020

Made by:  ad astra on Weheartit! Click here to see the fanart!

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He hated when you talk to Monoma so much. He knew that you and Monoma were friends before joining UA.

He kept distracting you with various questions even though he knew the answers. Iida never wanted you to be near to a bad example just as Monoma. 

“Good morning Y/n.” He greeted. You’re always the first one to have his greeting at the morning. It means your special to him. He wanted to have you so badly! But he knew he needs to be patient when he wants you to be with him forever. 

“Good morning Iida!” You smiled. Ah yes, your fresh smile. The thing that makes him soar up in the sky. He loves it. And your angelic voice, it was the source of his energy. Whenever he hears your voice, i bet he can run farther than anyone can. But when you compliment him? Oh i bet he can also jump higher than Miruko.

He will kill for you. Only if you knew that was true though. 

Yes, he is strict. But he resists shouting and scolding for whatever you’ve done. It sometimes made the others envy you. Sometimes, the dekusquad teases him for it. Todoroki asking him what love felt like. He answers with:

“It feels like you have a connection with them, even if they haven’t noticed it yet. It feels like you will kill anyone for them and only them.” 

Todoroki nodded at every word he says. Even though Todoroki didn’t like the killing part. Little did he know, Every part of whatever Iida said was true.

Iida saw you with Monoma chatting again, it made him furious. That smirk in his face. It feels like Monoma was mocking him. He went to you without thinking. 

“Hey Y/n, we need to go back to class. We might get late.” He softly scolded. You nodded and exchanges goodbye’s with Monoma before leaving. Iida gave him a dirty look before talking to you. 

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All of the Class 1A students were hanging out in the mall until they saw a nearby villain attack. 

You used your quirk to help civilians retreat and go to safe place. While the others were trying to apprehend the villains. One of the villains saw you unarmed and unalerted, They blasted you with their quirk. You quickly noticed it and you tried to escape it in the last second, but instead of feeling pain, you felt a pair of strong of arms around you.

You looked at the hero who saved you. Your eyes widened when you saw Iida saved you. You hugged your hero “Thank you for saving me Iida! I almost died!” You felt his heart pace faster as he stiffened, so you putted your arms beside you instead. 

“O-oh, Your welcome Y/n.” He stuttered. Right after that, Heroes and the police finally arrived. Your classmates came to you, “Omg, Are you ok Y/n?!” Mina asked, checking if you have any injuries. “Yes, I’m fine Mina. Thanks to Iida.” You reassured. 

All of you were scolded and thanked for saving. Then went back to the dorm. It was worth it either way, if you watched them die, the villains would escape and the people nearby would get injured or maybe die. 

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You promised Iida that you would save him back. And you did.

When the hero heard there were a villain attack, They told all of you to be alerted and to save the civilians. Helping people is the #1 priority. 

You saw the heroes fighting and saving some people. You saw the hero, Manual. You checked around if you saw Iida or anybody else you knew. But all you saw was Heroes and none of your classmates. 

You told your leader that you were going to check the surroundings. They nodded and went back to saving people. 

You went deeper and deeper the place, and you saw Midoriya, Todoroki and Iida fighting a hero killer. 

You saved them and used your quirk to reprimand him. “Ugh, Get off me!” Stain yelled. You ignored his complaints as you four wait for the heroes to arrive.

Again, You all were scolded by the police department and the heroes. Iida sighed in relief as you were not hurt. Cause if you were, He’d be the one avenging for you and his brother. 

“Iida, Are you ok?” You worriedly asked. He slightly blushed at how you held his hand. “Y-yes. I’m fine Y/n.” He answered, looking at the two who was chatting.

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Everyday, you started to chat with him more than Monoma. You were worried for Iida since he was the one more hurt. Well you think that he was the one who was more hurt.

And everyday, he fell more and more inlove with you. He wanted to have you all for himself. He thought of plans, killing everybody who comes to you? No, many responsibilities. Isolating you at his basement instead? Sure, but he has to live in his house again. It’s worth it. He has to keep you! He’ll have infinite love and affection from you! ‘I guess kidnapping my love will do.’ He murmured. 

He planned it smoothly. First, he’ll make the basement into a bedroom instead. Second, He’ll take you from the dorms while everyone was sleeping and slowly put you inside the basement and wait for you to leave, Last, affections!

Everything had got to plan, Everyone went to sleep faster than usual. Which helps Iida. 

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You woke up in an unfamiliar room. Everything looked, Expensive. 

“Good morning Love~” Iida cooed. You yelped at the voice. You went into a far distance and looked at the person who took you. “Iida?” You stuttered. “Yes, darling?” His eyes bore into you. You swore you saw hearts in his eyes. You looked at him scared, ‘What am i doing here? Why am i here?’ You asked yourself. 

“What am i doing here?!” You asked, staying in your place. He looked at you smirking. “Darling, I helped you.” He said coldly. Without thinking, you stood and ran to the door, trying to open it but failed. Behind you, you heard Iida laughed maniacally. Then you felt him behind you. You shivered at the contact when he hugged you. “Y/n, you can’t leave. I want to help you from those people! Their bad for you!” He explained. You jerked him away. “Your kidnapping me Iida, This is wrong!” You yelled. He only smirked at you. Before he left he warned:

“This wall is soundproof, so if your going to yell for help, No one will try and help you.” His voice full with venom. 

You went to the bed and cried yourself to sleep.

Few months had passed and Iida had visited you few hours a day. Craving for Affection. If you won’t give him any cuddles when he’s tired, he’ll be the big spoon and hug you instead.

“I’m back darling~” He notified you, opening the door. “I have a surprise for you.” And that made you look at him in a blink of an eye. He grinned at the action 

“Since you were a good pet, I thought that you should leave this room and sleep in my bedroom instead.” You frowned at the statement. Until you thought that you had a chance to escape! You quickly went to him and nodded, faking a smile. He pecked your lips and held your hand to refrain you from leaving him. 

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The night was the same, cuddling him. 

You waited as he left. Then that’s your chance. The windows were closed. But the door was surprisingly open. You ran out the house. You took a deep breath, the place looks more beautiful than before. Than you run to an alleyway, Sadly, Iida saw you running out the house when he forgot to lock the door. He chased you and easily caught you. 

“Doll, i thought you can finally love me. But you clearly don’t..” Iida frowned. “I guess i’ll have to stay home today.” He sighed, harshly gripping your wrists while you sobbed.

 After some punishments, The bruises, cuts and many more gave you pain. Tears leaving your eyes as you cry at the pain. 

Instead of bandaging the injury he gave you, He just comforted you and hugged you. You tried to jerk him away from you but failed. You were too weak. You knew you can’t go outside and leave anymore. 

“If you weren’t bad today, I could’ve let you live upstairs. But your staying here until you realized your mistake.” Iida stood and went infront of the door. 

“Those people had corrupted you so badly! I should’ve done this sooner.” 

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Bonus:

A few months before, Todoroki was the first one who got extremely worried about your sudden disappearance. Everyone thought you were sick, so they let it slide.

“Hey, where’s Y/n? We haven’t seen them for weeks.” He decided to speak up. The others became worried after what he said. 

“Y/n must be with her parents abroad. They dropped out school since their parents needed Y/n to help them in their business.” Iida lied. 

“What do you mean? We’ve been trying to contact them but they haven’t answered!” Uraraka raised her voice. 

“Y/n didn’t have time to tell all of you, but i forgot to update all of you. I deeply apologize.” He said, his voice  was cracking a bit but they haven’t noticed it yet. 

He went home smiling wickedly to look at his prized possession. 

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End of the Year Review!

I was tagged by @maelerie a little while ago and finally sat down and Wrote It...

1. What fandoms did you create for?

Still stuck in helltalia but I’ve been regaining a bit of enthusiasm I though I’d lost thanks to find some wonderful people to talk with!!

2. How many works did you make this year? Fics (posted on ao3 or tumblr or wherever), edits, gifsets, moodboards, playlists, fanart, vids, meta?

Technically I’ve published 7 fics which sounds like a huge downgrade from 2020’s 16, but to be fair, one of those 7 fics is a hefty multichapter, so if I cheat and say each chapter counts separately, then we’re right there at 15 xD

Also the reason I say published is bc I’ve got an uncountable amount of unfinished drafts, random drabbles, random bits of whatever, so counting how many works I made this year is…. Nope, not happening

3. What are you most proud of?

Uhhh I guess I’m most proud of Only a Month or So as it is my long-awaited return to writing a multichapter fanfic as I go (and not posting it after I’ve finished it first). I really love what it’s got going for it and is really this excuse to have a silly distraction from the hell that was this year!! It’s very self-indulgent, but honestly so is all my content, but I’m glad that people have been enjoying it with me!!

Two other fics I really loved to write this year Quite Foolish and First Time. They were my indulgences into nationverse and ended up being very exploratory on the way I portray Romano in that setting with lots of headcanons squeezed in. I’m also really proud of both’s writing style since I do feel like I’ve emulated a nice middle ground between a more modern style and a Victorianesque style. I think they’re some of my best writing work up to date

4. Any stats you wanna tell us about?

Well I suppose I published a little over 80k in words this year which is pretty neat I think, especially bc I felt insanely unproductive and bleh, but I’m still hanging in there!

5. What inspired you this year? Any specific works or creators?

UH tbh I was extremely uninspired this year like the pandemic has been terrible to my mental health, motivation and inspiration and I’m honestly happy to have been able to create things at all

However, there have been some wonderfully kind and amazing people I’ve gotten to know a lot better over the year (or grew closer to very recently) who have been so supportive and encouraging that I probably wouldn’t have posted half the things I did without them, so thank you for being so very lovely. Most of them aren’t even on Tumblr (heck I’m barely on Tumblr) but a special shout out to @maelarie for indulging me in my rambles and being overall just a sweet and fun person!!

6. What’s a piece you didn’t expect to make? Why?

PFFFF I suppose Rainy Day was the biggest surprise to me?? Cause I haven’t touched usu/k in years, but I’ve always enjoyed the pairing in a cardverse setting so to finally write smth for that was fun

But to be fair most of my fics are surprises to me, though prumano might be a constant, the setting/plot always changes

7. What are you excited to work on next year?

I honestly have no clue xD I mean I have OaMoS to continue and then everything else is as unknown to me as it is to you. I do have one fic waiting for Pru’s birthday on the 18th which is about him and my Brandenburg OC (official debut, finally) and Pru’s elevation to a kingdom. I might also finally finish the sequel to Distraction and go through my older notebooks to find some more started but never finished fics I still enjoy and would like to finish

Tag some people!!

honestly.. none of my regular mutuals on here seem to be at all active anymore so like if you see this and you want to ramble, just say I tagged you like go wild fellas <3