#and if you followed for a while you know i love drawing interaction pieces between aus

[thehappiestgolucky]

Me twirling my silly moustache when my silly little plan is working (I get to see and draw a bunch of silly Rivulets)

[sen-ya]

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Post & links last updated 8/30/24

Hey I'm Sen and I draw One Piece literally every day! I try to update this post & my databases at least twice a month. Between updates, I recommend using the tags "my art" or "life after" on my blog depending on what you're looking for. Below the cut is information on the different AUs & serializations I've got going on right now :^)

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Posting Schedule

Sunday - Misc/asks

Monday - Life After

Tuesday - Band AU

Wednesday - Life After

Thursday - Serialized Comics (current: Family AU//Forgetful)

Friday - Life After

Saturday - Misc/asks

Universe: Main Timeline

Comics that belong to this timeline are meant to follow through the events of canon, many of them were written while I was actively reading and didn't know what would happen next! Every comic that receives this tag happens in the same universe, so they may refer to each other in both plot-important and not important ways. These comics are largely LuLaw but include sprinkles of Heart Pirates (in general and as family), ZoSan, and general shenanigans.

Serializations:

Getting Together - Will they/won't they? They will, but they're gonna be stupid about it. Anything tagged into this series you can assume they haven't established that they're romantically interested in each other.

Established LuLaw - Two idiots in love. Anything tagged with this series you can assume they're together. They may not refer to each other as "boyfriend" or "partner" but whatever it is that's going on is clear to the two of them and that's what matters.

Law Loses - Most comics in this series deal with the aftermath of Winner Island. Law feels like a curse.

Goofs Only - These comics don't require serialization. They're just some good fun. If they include LawLu/LuLaw, they'll also be tagged as either "Getting Together" or "Established" so you have context for their reactions.

The Heart Bros - Law, Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi found each other as kids. Comics in this series act as glimpses into their time growing up and other brotherly interactions. This is noncompliant with the Law novel. Once they form the Heart Pirates, they consider each other brothers.

ZoSan - I don't draw these two a lot anymore, so this series is just a general ZoSan category!

Heart Pirate Shenanigans - I went all in on Heart Pirates Week 2024 and wrote a bunch of comics about the various crew members! Leaving this as an open series for when I inevitably fall down another Heart Pirate rabbit hole.

Universe: Older/Family AU

Comics that belong to this timeline are meant to follow through the events of canon, many of them were written while I was actively reading and didn't know what would happen next! Every comic that receives this tag happens in the same universe, so they may refer to each other in both plot-importanComics in this universe take place anywhere from 7 - 30 years post canon. Mostly LuLaw with sprinkles of other shenanigans. You can assume events from the main timeline are canon in this AU.

Serializations:

Accidents Happen - Law gets a cold and stops running a few effects that he'd taken for granted.

Getting Married - Did you know if two pirate captains want to get married, they can just say they're married?

Extras - This series is for posts that offer context/additional information about what's going on in the AU

Family Fluff - These are a series of comics where the focus is on Law and/or Luffy as a parent.

Forgetful - Law gets hit by a devil fruit that makes him forget everything that's happened since just before Marineford.

Get back to it - After spending some time on Zou in Rocy's first 18 months, it's time for Luffy & Law to get back to pirating.

Universe: The Worst Timeline

Comics in this universe branch off of the main timeline around Whole Cake/early Wano. These comics may refer to earlier 'main timeline' events, but what happens in them is so terrible I've refused to make them part of my own personal canon. Sometimes it's just too temping to make them suffer :^)

Serializations:

Rightfully Worried - This series is an AU in which Luffy gets the absolute shit kicked out of him in Whole Cake and when he arrives on Wano Law has to save his life. It's not the first time he's performed surgery on him, but it is the first time he's had to since he's cared so much about his patient.

The Worst Wake-Up Call - During an intense battle, Law makes a decision. The ones who love him deal with the aftermath.

[jaysswlvrr]

Academic Rivals: An Unlocked Drawer| p.sh rival!reader x rival!sunghoon

request>> its a bit long but tysm(!) to the anon who sent it, i was planning on smth for hoon but tysm for the idea<3

authors note>> ik i haven't posted in a while but somehow we gained another 100 followers overnight?! guys tysmmmm<3

minors do NOT read or interact (please)

"your grades have dropped drastically, I thought you were better than that", your teacher scolded. "I really want to help you so" you looked curious as your teacher stopped talking. "I got you a tutor, I think you know him". She walks toward the door revealing the presence of one and only,

Park Sunghoon.

He had a big smirk, entering the room and facing you. Your teacher thins her lips in a reassuring smile,"Ill leave you two to it then", she spoke, gathering her books and leaving before you could stop her. You look up at him, a pout of hatred and anger plastered on your face. You lightly roll your eyes as he bends to your height. Telling him your address with a quick 'dont be late', before turning on your heel to leave.

And thats how you got here now, bored and revising things that you never even knew existed. He stops talking, causing you to look up at him as if you knew he was going to say something off-topic. "Got any snacks?" he asks, smiling as you reluctantly stand up, letting out an annoyed sigh. You walk out of the room, unintentionally swaying your hips.

Sunghoon's gaze moves from your back to your ass. Your small shorts barely cover any of your flesh. He bites his lip, forcing his eyes away from the sight. You on the other hand are struggling to get the snacks for the top shelf (lmao) 'how did they even get there?' you think. You can't find anything decent to give him, so you make popcorn instead.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon looked around your room. It was filled with small pictures of yourself on beaches and small revision notes. His eyes were slowly drawn to small drawers, the middle draw with a black silk bow on the handle. It had a lock, but when he realised it was slightly opened, it made him more curious as to what was inside. Maybe it was some weird cringy 'dear diary' or childish photos.

In fact, it was the opposite. It was full of different sex toys, ones he never expected you would own, or even know of.

Instead of being disgusted, he bit his lip, never knowing that you were this filthy and dirty. He loved this, so many lewd thoughts ran through his mind. Imagining how you would twitch around the toy, letting out small moans and whines, oh he wanted you so bad.

He grabbed a small vibrator turning it on and seeing the small bud move made him smirk. There was also a small matching remote, a setting to speed and slow down the vibrations. He grabbed it and put it in his pocket, waiting for you to return.

You finally enter the room, your shirt exposing your waist as you were reaching for the top cupboard earlier. You place the popcorn in front of him and sit down. "There were no snacks so I had to make popcorn"

"Try it for me, please?" you watch as he takes one in his hand. His eyes never leave yours ashe puts the piece in his mouth. You gulp down the horniness building up in you, ignoring the wet patch forming between your legs. "Its alright" he answers, breaking your thoughts.

You turn back to your book but his deep voice stops you. "I think you forgot to lock something" he starts as your eyes connect to his, not understanding him. He pushes the chair back on its wheels, pulling the draw with him.

Your eyes widen as he reveals what you had thoughtg you locked before. You start to stutter an explanation but before you could protest, he pulls you towards him. "youre just as filthy as i thought you were" his breath blows on your face and he lets out a breathy laugh as you dont respond. "Couldve just asked me to fuck you" he taunts in your ear, his breath tickling down your neck.

"You want a cock don't you?" He mocks you, pouting as you slightly nod. "Get up for me then" you immediately get up like an eager puppy, ready to do anything for him. You watch as he pulls down his jeans, revealing his revealing his pink, leaking cock.

And look at you know, all on top of him and trembling as the small vibrator sped up again. "C'mon then, next question," he smiles as you still try your best to focus. You have sweat running down your neck, back, forehead, everywhere possible. "I-is is 52?"

He chuckles softly, "wrong baby" he coos. You start to sob again. "Sunghoon, t-too much!" he laughs as your body jolts to him adding the speed. "c'mon next one". This question was way more easier so you finally (estupido) got it right. "please let me cum sunghoon- please!" You can feel him thrusting up into you, it feels overwhelming but its just so good.

You can feel his dick hitting so high into those spongey spots no one has hit before. Even when you looked down, you could see the bulge in your belly which only made you moan more. "Hold it in a little longer baby" but you couldnt hear him anymore. Your eyes were at the back of your head at every thrust he did.

"Please sunghoon!" he sighs loudly, finally giving you a reassuring hum. As if you could hold it any longer, you feel your orgasm rain over you. Both yours and sunghoons liquid mix down your thighs.

♡

small aftercare~

Your in the bath with sunghoon bent over to your level and scrubbing your sore plush body. "Want to do this again?" your eyes grow bigger in plead but he just giggles lightly.

"Sure"

took me so long, i apologise

[angelgarden-posts]

Hi! I hope you having a lovely day~ as requested are open can i request headcanon for yandere Leona where he is obsessed with y/n but later found out y/n is girl. Like y/n is unaware that someone know her secret now. ( You can make changes in this as you feel)

Hi, I’m having a great day and I hope you are/did as well!! I kind of went overboard and turned these headcanons into a mini-oneshot/drabble, so skip to the end to get to the more possessive behavior~ (also, I don’t feel like I made it yandere enough, so if you want to request this again, please feel free to!!) Actually I might already have ideas on redoing this if I have the motivation in the future!

Yandere Leona Finding Out Y/N is Female

TW/CW: possessive behavior, mentions of violence, slight suggestiveness (I think??? Leona finds y/n’s bra and steals it), more possessive than obsessive tbh, sorry 😭😭

Leona is surprised, tries playing it cool.

However, now that he knows that you’re a girl, it becomes hard for him to control his emotions and behavior.

Because lions are territorial and do not usually interact with other males if they are in packs, he felt it was more taboo and suspicious if he hung around you often when he thought you were both male.

At that time however, he still couldn’t help but be drawn to you, as you were the school’s anomaly and couldn’t stop getting into trouble because of Ace and Deuce. He initiated contact with you to keep you from hanging around those buffoons from the Heartslabyul dorm. He didn’t want to see you around anyone other than him.

You two had quickly grown close, as you continually tried motivating him to do work while straining to keep your own motivation high, and ended up taking on Ruggie’s job in the process.

One day, you were back at Ramshackle because you had to check in periodically to make sure that your living quarters were pristine, and Leona just so happened to stalk follow you there.

As he entered the place, he made sure not to draw attention to himself as you were busy berating Grim, and slipped into your room.

Leona looked around, and an article of clothing caught his attention.

A bra laid on your unkempt bed, and his eyes widened until they were as big as saucers.

Just then, his ears swiveled to the door as your footsteps approached the room.

His momentary panic sent him scrambling underneath your bed, as the windows were shut and his only other exit was blocked by you.

There was a thud and the mattress above his head bounced.

You muttered something under your breath and after a couple, long, moments, your breathing had slowed.

Deciding that it was probably safe to emerge, Leona cautiously crept out from under your bed and bolted out of Ramshackle dorm as quietly and quickly as he could. Definitely not holding a new piece of clothing in his hands.

After that incident, his possessiveness flares even at the slightest contact he witnesses between you and the other students.

He’s constantly making up excuses for you to spend your time with him at the botanical garden and the Savannaclaw dorm.

If you choose to ignore him for someone else, that person will end up in the infirmary one way or another, either with him enjoying torturing the poor fellow, or Ruggie dishing out the dirty work for his boss.

You seemed the same as ever, but now that he knows the truth, he can’t see you in the same light.

When he sleeps near you, he always subconsciously grabs a hold of you and his muscle mass really doesn’t make it possible for you to escape his grasp until he wakes up hours later.

Leona frequently rubs his head and neck on yours, as he considers you his territory and one of his females, so he deems it important to never let you out of his sight.

Be prepared to always have to be at his beck and call, especially because his frustration due to his brother’s privileges makes him think that if there’s anything in the world he deserves now, it’s you.

[elliethejellie]

And Here You Were~

A Sun and Moon x Reader (oneshot? series? drabble? I don't know yet)

AO3 Link

What would happen if the cheery and innocent daycare attendant at the Megaplex grew attached to one person in particular? Would it become overly protective? Neglectful of the daycare duties? Is the animatronic capable of jealousy? Love? Hate?

Well, you should know. You are the one they've got their eyes on, after all...

*****

We remember the first day you showed up. It was a Tuesday, and you were terrified. Your little denim overalls and rainbow-striped shirt were a sight we never tired of seeing - it made you fit in perfectly with the colorful theme of the daycare.

"She's got some anxiety, and she is not to be excluded from naptime for any reason. She gets cranky without her naps and will just cry and cry and nobody can calm her down and-"

"Yes, yes, okay, ma'am. Trust us, we're all more than qualified to handle your little superstar while you're away. Isn't that right Sun?" the human daycare attendant pined, trying to calm your anxious mother. She looked a mess with her hastily thrown on baggy clothes and dark circles under her eyes. Her hair was up in a lazy bun, tangled as all hell, and her lips were dry and cracked. She was going through something. We pieced together through little snippets of conversation from you later on that your parents were going through a divorce, and she was fighting for custody while still trying to keep up with her demanding job. She was a strong and independent woman, so having to bring you to childcare made her feel like a failure. But she wasn't.

"Yes, of course!" Sun replied cheerily. He bounded towards your mother with excited energy - enough that it  absolutely terrified you and sent you into a screaming flurry of tears. Sun's rays shrank back into his head slightly and he apologized immediately. The human daycare attendant rolled their eyes and grabbed you anyways, while your mother reached into her bag and pulled out a few different prescriptions. Sun mentally logged everything you were supposed to take - anxiety medication with your lunch if you were still not interacting, nausea medicine if you complained of a stomachache after eating, and doctor-ordered melatonin to help put you down for naptime if you weren't sleeping. 

Great, another helicopter mother, Moon said inside of Sun's head. They had done that for as long as they could remember. It was how the two communicated with each other when one of them had control and the other was stuck watching on from inside. But Sun ignored his brother this time, not wanting to miss a single thing your mom was saying. 

The human attendant nodded nonetheless at your mom, taking the labeled freezer bag with the orange bottles and placing it behind the front desk to be logged momentarily. "I promise, ma'am, we will look after your little superstar well, and she'll fit in just fine. Isn't that right, Y/N?" they asked you, who was finally calming down from your screaming fit. Now you were staring at Sun with wide eyes, fearful but curious. 

Over the next few months, you had grown to adore the daycare. Once you opened up, you got along well with all the other kids. Your personality began to shine through, and you seemed like the perfect child. You were a great problem solver, friends with everyone, and creative when it came to literally everything. The other children in the daycare always wanted to play with you, and you always made time for all of them. If there was an issue between your friends, you would help resolve it before Sun even had the chance to make it over to you. You never broke the rules, used your manners, and somehow encouraged every other kid to follow in your leadership.

But our favorite part about you was how you never seemed to treat the two of us as one in the same. We still remember the day you dragged most of the kids to the craft corner and encouraged everyone to draw cards for Moon. When asked why by your curious classmates, you would respond with "Because he never gets as many gifts as Sun, and I think that probably makes him sad."

You grew up with the daycare, and a year turned into two and then three. 

But one day - a Monday, we believe - your mother came to drop you off, and abruptly told the human on shift that it would be your last day. She looked disheveled and even more tired than usual. Her eyes were red - she had been crying. You weren't your usual self that day, either. You were whiny and reserved, hiding away in the quiet corner. You refused to play with anyone, making excuses each time one of the other children tried to get you involved. You even refused to eat, and wouldn't sleep at naptime.

It was during that last naptime that Moon had taken you away from the other kids to try to understand what was happening. Sitting in one of the castle towers next to the ball pit, he finally asked you the burning question on our mind.

"Starlight, what ever is the matter? Sun tells me you haven't eaten or played at all today," he said with a softness he seemed to reserve only for you. You were clinging to one of the half-moon pillows with so much force for your little body, it made Moon worried immediately. You only shook your head as tears formed in the corners of your eyes.

We never did find out why you weren't returning. 

The daycare wasn't the same after you had left. The children fought, naptime was difficult, and Moon seemed to fade from the little superstars' minds as if he was never important. But we pushed through nonetheless. We never forgot about you. We kept your drawings up on our wall in our room and would look at them any time we were feeling down. The sadness faded from a relentless pain to a dull ache after a year. And soon, we didn't really think about you much. Other kids came and went, and we just moved on.

Or so we thought we had. 

We were informed that some things were changing about the daycare, about Moon, and about the Megaplex in general. We were forced to go to Parts and Service daily for about a month, having new programs put into our coding. After the month (and many refusals to answer our questions), we were told Moon was to patrol the Megaplex at night. We were asked several test questions by Vanessa, the new head of security, to make sure the programs were working properly.

"Okay, and what do you do if there's a code blue?" she asked.

"Seek out any head personnel and get them to safety before dealing with the intruder or intruders," Moon responded, crossing his arms. "Now can you please tell me why we're doing this?" he asked for the hundredth time. And once again, Vanessa ignored him, writing something on her clipboard. 

"Okay, that's it, now follow me," she said, setting the clipboard down and leading Moon out of the P&S room. He did as he was told, not because he wanted to, but because that was part of the new programming. Unless going against direct protocol, the brothers were no longer allowed to do as they pleased. If given a direct order from security personnel, they were forced to follow it. 

Where do you think she's taking us? Sun asked his brother, unbeknownst to the blonde. Moon shrugged, blinking his new eyes rather rapidly as he struggled to get used to the several new overlays he now had. He could see where each of the glamrock animatronics were, Vanessa's (or anybody's) level of clearance, and even call his wire out in the rest of the megaplex now.

Vanessa led them up to the atrium and around a corner to another woman sitting nervously in one of the cushioned seats for families to take breaks on. She also wore a security guard outfit, but she didn't have the same clearance as Vanessa. In fact, she seemed to have very little clearance, Moon could see, due to the new overlay. Sun gasped loudly inside their shared mind, making Moon flinch. What?! the blue animatronic hissed back.

Sun didn't reply, and Moon made an irritated noise. Vanessa was talking to the other security guard, when she finally turned to him and smiled. "Apparently you two have met before," she said, gesturing towards you, who stood up but kept your eyes to the floor. Something tugged at the back of Moon's mind as Sun tried to bring up a memory file. But he didn't need to. You looked up and locked eyes with them, nervousness written all over your face.

For years the brothers daydreamed of seeing you again. For years they sat in their room and wondered what happened to you. For years they waited patiently, hoping that by some miracle, you would be brought back to them again.

And here you were.

[ghostlygeto]

pairing: osamu miya x f!reader

warnings: stepdad!osamu (kind of?), establish relationship w osamu, best friend/baby daddy!bokuto, 5 year old daughter, use of the word “mommy” and “daddy but from an actual baby child, this is incredibly self indulgent. 100% selfship content, not proof read don’t look at me

wc: 1k somehow lol

you and osamu had been together six months before you finally introduced him to your daughter, mayumi. it took you another four months before you really started letting them interact together, afraid that she’d grow attached to him and something would happen, leaving her confused and heartbroken.

that however was almost a year and a half ago. now it was rare to find her anywhere other than attached to osamu’s hip, begging to go to “osa’giri” as she adorably called osamu’s restaurant. and if you weren’t there keeping him company while he worked you were at either of your apartments. you were almost convinced she liked him more than she liked you at this point.

today was no different, the three of you sitting in your apartment. mayumi being five, she was constantly running in the room, looking between you and osamu before rushing back into her bedroom to do god knows what. it made the two of you laugh each time, placing little bets back and forth as to what she was doing. it didn’t take long for her to run in for the final time with two pieces of paper in her small hands.

she handed you and osamu each a piece of paper, both being drawings of the three of you in messy crayon.

you watched the way osamu’s eyes lit up, like she had just handed him the most priceless piece of art in the world, large smile painted on his face. “this fer me, umi?” his use of her nickname made your heart swell, watching mayumi carefully as she nodded her head.

“mm!” she beamed, pointing at the picture in his hand, “made one for mommy’s fridge, wanted to make one for daddy’s, too!”

both you and osamu had completely frozen at her words, sharing a look between each other. the two of you never talked about whether or not mayumi would call him any variation of dad, you were worried he’d be against the idea while he was worried he’d be overstepping if he asked.

even at five, mayumi was a smart girl. she caught the way both of your faces stopped and looked at each other, even after you quickly corrected yourselves and thanked her for the drawing. she ran back into her room, you didn’t miss the way her big eyes filled up with tears right before.

“i’m gonna go talk to her,” you set the paper down on the table and followed your daughter into her room, where she sat on the floor crying. “mayumi, baby, what’s wrong? i promise ‘samu and i loved your drawing-”

“am i in trouble for calling osa daddy?” she asked, latching herself onto your shoulder as soon as you sat next to her, “i don’t want you or daddy to be mad at me, it was an accident, i swear!”

“mad at you?” you pulled her away to look in her eyes, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “baby, daddy and i would never be mad at your for an accident. you just caught ‘samu and i off guard. if you feel like you want to call him that, we’ll talk to your dad okay?” you rubbed your hand on her back, hugging her tightly. you waited until she settled down and stopped crying to ask if she wanted to be alone, giving her a kiss on the forehead and saying a small goodbye before walking back out to osamu.

you didn’t let it show to her, but you were very nervous about what he’d have to say. it couldn’t be anything horrible, he’s the one that introduced you and osamu in the first place. but still, that didn’t mean he’d want to share the title of dad.

“what was wrong?” osamu asked, nervously running his hands over his thighs. he loved mayumi like his own daughter, no matter how long he had known the little girl. she was his whole world, and seeing her cry made his heart ache, “was everything okay?”

“she was worried she’d be in trouble for calling you daddy,” you told him, “she said she didn’t want bo or i to be mad at her for it.” your heart hurt recounting her words, her little golden eyes full of tears. she looked just like her father sometimes, and crying was included in those times. “i told her that she wasn’t, but i think it’s about time you and i have that conversation with him.”

osamu felt like his heart was going to burst. of course he would be thrilled if mayumi wanted to call him some variation of dad. but he was worried bokuto would be less than thrilled about it. she’s his baby, afterall, osamu wasn’t sure he’d want his daughter to call another man dad, either. “d’ya think he’s free right now?”

bonus moment !

“bokuto are you crying right now?” you asked, squinting your eyes at your phone screen. he could try to lie, but you knew your best friend like the back of your hand. he was definitely holding back tears, “if you’re not okay with it, i’ll find a way to explain to umi that-”

“that’s not it,” bokuto sniffled, smiling at you through the phone while wiping some of the tears away from his eyes, “she can call him whatever she wants. i’m just happy she’s got someone else to be there for her like that y’know? i know i can’t there for her as much as i want to be. i’m thankful osamu will be able to be that for her where i can’t be,”

osamu looked away from the camera, trying to hold back tears of his own. it meant a lot to get bokuto’s approval of something like this. “thank you, bokuto. promise i’ll take real good care of her. of both of them.”

“you better,” boktuo sniffled another time, “those are my girls. most important people in my life.”

you were too busy wiping away your tears (this was a big moment for all of you, tears are expected okay) to see the way osamu looked over at you, but bokuto saw the whole thing.

“they’re mine, too, bokuto. won’t let anything happen to them.”

reblog, comments, nd likes appreciated ;3

[corn-fanfiction]

SAVIOUR COMPLEX (PT. 6)

(Pt. 5)

Rated: M

TAGS: language/past abuse/Mark Hoffman being a c*p/reader is normal and wants a normal life/Mark is protective bc it's his job but he's also problematic/because he's a c*p/Detective Gibson

**NOTE: Hey guys. Thank you so much for interaction with this fic, and I’m seeing a lot of new followers. I love that!! But I really need to stress right now how I do not support/endorse C*stas M*ndylor as a person or his opinions. He’s racist and I enjoy and only enjoy Mark Hoffman’s character. If you are a C*stas Stan, I highly encourage you to maybe cease interacting with this fic. **

Legs bouncing under the table. Hot coffee between your hands. Your makeup is smeared and not for any of the reasons you had hoped.

Ted is dead. The rhyme would be hilarious if you weren’t shitting bricks. You’ve been sitting in this interrogation room for 45 something minutes without a single word. Maybe they’re sweating you out. Can’t imagine why. You couldn’t talk if you wanted to without your nerves shooting up from your stomach.

You have no idea where Mark is. He had taken you back to the station with him but by the time you got there, someone was pulling you in for questioning. You couldn’t help but wonder if Mark’s in the same spot as you one room over.

Finally, finally, the door opens. A plain looking detective enters with a folder, sleeves rolled to his elbows, and takes a seat across from you.

“What time is it?” You ask weakly. He pauses like he wasn’t expecting you to talk first. He checks his watch.

“Uh, 2:37.”

You nod mutely and stare at the mirror over his shoulder.

“Can I ask a question?”

“Sure.”

“Why do you guys still do the one way mirror thing?” You nod to over his shoulder. “Everybody knows what it is because of the movies. So why bother?”

The detective just stares at you. You wonder if he’s stupid.

“You gonna tell me your name?”

He blinks, flips open the folder.

“I’m Detective Gibson. Sorry you had to wait so long.”

“Did you have more people to hassle?”

“That’s not fair. None of them were his ex.”

“But I still wasn’t top of the list?”

He digests your comment before chucking. “Alright, you got me. So we wanted you to sit for a little while.”

“A waste of your time and mine,” you mutter.

“Yeah, seems that you had a hot date with Detective Hoffman, is that right?”

“You gonna book me for conflict of interest?”

“Booking? Getting a little ahead of ourselves. I haven’t even had a chance to tell you what’s in the folder.”

“Nothing of substance.”

“No?”

“No, because there’s nothing there. Let’s just get this first bit out of the way. You don’t intimidate me. Am I here because you think I killed Ted? Is that it? You have a stack of 8 by 10 glossy photos of me with a black eye? How about a broken arm? And yet he never got booked for it.”

“Sounds like a motive.”

You chuckle humorlessly and bury your face in your hands.

“Uh-fucking-believable. Where’s Mark? You shaking him down, too?”

Gibson is quiet again, then shuffles the papers.

“Do you know where you were on July 9th?”

“Last Monday? Depends on the time. Probably work. If not work, home. Hey, you know who you could ask? The person you guys have had tracking my every move for two fucking weeks!”

He’s not smiling but you can tell the fucker is satisfied with your outburst.

“Admissible in court?” You scoff. “I don’t get it. That’s where I was. You don’t have a case. Let me go home so I can mourn and take off my makeup.”

He cocks his head. “Mourn?”

“He was a piece of shit but he was a human being, and I used to love him. I don’t care. No one deserves to die in one of those fucking monstrosities.”

“You draw a pretty clear line, morally.”

“Yes, it’s all a part of my master plan. Can I please go home?”

“Just a few more questions.” He pulls a specific photo. “Take a look at this for me.”

You look, and then grimace at the image. It’s Ted, his arms separated from his body, laying face down in a pool of blood and viscera.

“Jesus,” you groan. Tears start to pool at the corners of your eyes as you force your head over your shoulder.

“You barely looked.”

“I saw enough. Stop fucking with me. I told you all I know. I cut ties with him after his last stint. I don’t do anything. I’m a waitress. I don’t have friends, I don’t leave my apartment. I don’t do anything.” You realize halfway through your memorized spiel that you’re crying. “I don’t know why this shit is following me around but I don’t want it. Any of it. Please just let me go home.”

There’s silence as you shake and let the tears fall from your eyes.

You feel a hand come to yours and you jerk it away like it burned you, suddenly turning back to Gibson with a fury.

“Get the fuck away from me!” You hiss, backing up in your chair. Gibson raises his hands.

“Woah, okay, easy. Alright. I see no reason to keep you any longer. Come on.”

He replaces the papers in his folder and you both stand. You keep your distance but as he holds the door open you realize he’s going to make you pass him. You tense as you do so, feeling his scrutinous eyes on your back. You hate him, he’s an asshole, but you can’t get a read on him. Whatever. You’re exhausted. All you want to do is go home and sleep.

You stumble out of the interrogation room and into the main room of the station, heels in hand. The few people present are watching you. You only have eyes for the door at the end of the hall.

But then a hand is between your shoulder blades and you feel Mark’s heat next to you, smell his cologne. But he doesn’t follow you.

“What the fuck is your problem, Gibson!?”

You turn and Mark has Gibson's collar in a vice grip. Gibson shoves Mark’s hands from him and pushes his chest.

“I’m doing my job, Hoffman. Don’t forget, you’re a suspect too, and in danger of ‘reassignment’. Right?”

“You better keep your nose outta things before something happens to it.”

“Is that a threat?”

You grip Mark’s forearm and spin him around, digging your heels to peel him down the hall.

“Mark, come on, please. Please, let’s just go home. Please.”

Mark’s eyes land on you and they soften. You can’t even imagine what you must look like but you don’t care. You squeeze Mark’s arm.

He turns back to Gibson, straightens out his jacket, runs a hand through his hair, and then he’s walking you out of the station with his hand having returned to your back, content to let it remain there.

The trip back to your place is silent. You don’t even remember the last time you had your shoes on. You go straight for the bathroom and shut the door behind you, locking it. Take off your makeup. Brush out your hair. Stare at yourself in the mirror until your reflection becomes blurry and your knuckles are white as you grip grooves into the sink.

You pee, peel off your panty hose, strip down to your underwear.

Hoffman is leaning against the wall outside the door and he does a very good job hiding his reaction at your bare skin. You sigh anyway.

“Sorry- I wasn’t even thinking…”

“No, don’t worry about it. Come on. You need water?”

You nod and drag your feet to your bedroom. Distantly you can make out the sound of your sink in the kitchen. You manage to take off your bra- some scanty thing you’d picked out for Mark, and slip on a band tee. Mark returns to your side. He’s removed his jacket, rolled up his sleeves. He has a guiding hand taking you to your bed and you run your hands along his thick forearms.

“Alright, come on,” Mark half warns/half suggests you under your covers. If you were any more cognizant, you’d hate the way he’s walking you around like a child. But child or not, you need comfort.

He tries to turn away but you grab his wrist.

“Please, don’t leave. I don’t want to be alone.”

Mark sighs. “I don’t think…”

“No, not that. Just lay down with me, please. Or sit. Just please don’t leave me.”

Mark leaves your vision and you don’t turn your attention from the window that scared you shitless last week. Then you feel the bed dip at your back. Feel Mark’s strong arms slip across your stomach and rubbing circles into your shoulder.

You turn in to face his chest. Fiddle with the buttons on his shirt. Inhale the smell of him. You run your fingers along his jaw and press your nose to his. He doesn't move; in fact, his breathing has all but stopped.

You press wet lips to his but he doesn’t return. Just presses his lips together until you pull away.

“Not right now, sweetheart. Trust me, you’ll thank me in the morning.”

But he does kiss you on the forehead and you settle for curling into him and let his presence send you into sleep.

[saltsicklover]

Part Five

You guys, thank you so much for all the love on this series! I see your comments and tags, and I just want you to know that I do! Thank you for interacting. I want to reply but I don't know how to do so without using my personal blog. Anyway, just know that I see you and I appreciate you! Happy Reading!

Title: Once an Asshole, Always an Asshole

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3100+

Rating: R

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, Pining Hangman, Crying, Nat throwing herself from a moving vehicle, Sunny finding out about The Bet.

Second Chance Romance!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bob Floyd, or anything related to Top Gun Maverick within this piece. Not Proof Read or BETA'd. All mistakes are my own.

I do not consent for my work to be edited, reposted, or translated.

You are responsible for your own media consumption. This is a work of fiction that may contain mature themes. If you are sensitive to those subjects, please do not read.

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Hangman watches Sunny for a few moments, taking in the soft features of her face as she watches the point where the sunset meets the waves. He notices the numerous earrings that decorate the expanse of her ear, the jewelry glittering in the sunset. He traces the jewels with his eyes, fighting the urge to move the piece of hair that has fallen in front of her ear. 

Hangman sighs, running a hand down his face, attempting to regain some composure. He continues to remind himself that this is not a date, Sunny is not here for him. Jake wonders if Phoenix would ever forgive him for making a move- the thought of thinking before acting on impulse almost new to Jake. 

He gives her another moment to sit before breaking the silence- he tells himself it's for her, but really, he wants to sit there and look at her for just a moment longer. Jake doesn't know what it is, but he can't seem to take his eyes off of her, something resonating from her aura that just draws him in without her even trying. 

He almost reaches over the bench seat to take her hand in his, just to feel the heat of her soft palm in his again, but he shoves the desire down, letting it sit deep in his stomach almost aching. So, he speaks, to keep himself from doing something stupid- something he can't take back. 

"You ready to get the party started?" He smirks, fingers unbuckling his seatbelt. She follows suit, the seatbelt unclicking before retracting behind her right shoulder. Hangman slides out of his side of the truck before winding around the front and over to her door. He pulls it open and offers a hand to Sunny. She rolls her eyes, sliding out, then hitting his out turned hand on the back with her own, smacking it away. 

"I was trying to be polite," Jake rolls his eyes, nothing but playful jest behind them, though he aches to feel her skin against his again, "My Mama would smack me if I was anything but polite to a lady while she gets out of a vehicle,"

"Looks like she raised you right," Sunny moves around him and down the bed of the truck. She grabs the side of the bed before planting one foot on the tire, pulling herself up into the bed with one swift motion. Hangman watches her with delight, taking note of the mismatched piercings that cover her other ear. "Too bad I was raised by my Uncle Remy, who taught me to never trust a man, "'cuz he's never met a man who wasn't playin' games","

"I never said that I wasn't playin'," Hangman watches as she roots around in her duffel. He takes in the way the tip of her tongue juts out from between her teeth, her eyes drifting to the side in concentration while she searches through the bag by touch alone. When she pulls her hand out, she grasps a magic marker and a handful of red "Hello My Name Is" stickers. 

Jake quirks a brow, watching as she balances a nametag on her knee, marker cap held between her front teeth as she scribbles something across the tag. She quickly peels the tag from its backing before slapping it to her chest, smack on her left breast, her name and a small doodle of the sun adorn it. She moves to the next tag, the beginning of an 'H' being written before Jake speaks again. 

"You do realize we wear our names on our uniforms, right?" Sunny's eyes drop Jake's chest, his last name printed in crisp white letters on the black plastic tag. 

"Seresin, huh?" Her words are muffled a bit by the marker cap that's still placed between her teeth. Her hands move, eyes still locked on him. He beams with pride, smirk a little larger than before. 

"Yes, Ma'am, that's me," Sunny caps the marker as she pushes herself to stand again, "That's why it's on my chest," He lets his finger trace the underside of the perfectly placed nameplate.

Sunny takes the chance to throw herself over the side of the pickup, landing loudly next to Hangman. He jumps back a bit at the suddenness of her movement and how she moved with such ease, eyes darting around her form, checking for any sign of distress. As quick as his eyes snap to her, a sticky nametag is pressed crookedly over the already pristine one on his chest. It reads "Hanged Man" in sloppy letters, a little doodle of a stick figure in the space next to it, the same kind of stick figure children use for the game Hangman. It's clever, really, but he glares down at it anyway. 

"That's more correct, I think," She pats him again on the chest, right in the middle of his sturdy frame, a proud look on her face. There is a playfulness behind her eyes and it drives Hangman a bit more crazy. He hopes that she didn't feel the quickening of his heart under her palm. 

She pulls her hand back as quickly as it was pressed against his chest. He almost reached out to grasp her wrist, to bring her hand back up to rest over his heart. Thankfully, he catches himself mid movement, instead, bringing his hand up to run through his hair. 

Jake knows this woman will be the death of him, from the way she throws smirks around, to the red of her dress and down to the worn in cowboy boots. He's smitten, more than enough to put his best game forward for a chance at taking her home. He almost forgot she was there for Phoenix, almost, until a loud shriek pulls him out of his Sunny induced daydream. 

He turns to see Phoenix practically throwing herself out of Rooster's Bronco, the vehicle still in the process of slowing down as she throws herself out of it. The nametags and marker are thrust into his hands as Sunny moves to round the bed of the truck. 

The women move quickly, embracing each other with too much force. They would've ended up on the ground if Sunny hadn't braced herself for the impact of Natasha's body against her own. There is a mess of laughter and tears, the women pulling back to look each other in the face before pulling each other close again. 

Hangman watches as tears spill down Natasha's face, her eyes scrunched together. This is the first time he has seen Natasha cry. It humanizes her. Her hard exterior breaking apart, glimpses of her true self now visible through the cracks. 

The women rock back and fourth, spinning themselves around in a circle. Natasha is whispering to Sunny- Jake is too far away to make out the words. Then, his eyes catch Sunny's face, slick with tears but the look on her face is nothing but pure contentment. This is the first time Jake has ever seen a woman cry without pain marking the face. This repeats for a couple minutes, Hangman standing there next to the truck, watching women he barely knows, cling to each other like they might float away if they let go. Rooster's clapping Hangman on the back to signal his presence, pulling the Aviator from his thoughts. 

"Let's go get some beers, give them a minute," Rooster speaks, motioning towards the door. Hangman nods an agreement and they move towards the front door, leaving the women to embrace in the parking lot. 

"Oh my God, let me look at you," Phoenix cries, pushing Sunny back to peer into her eyes. They are full of tears, threatening to overflow as Phoenix's own dart around her face with her watery gaze before she is quickly pulling Sunny right back into her chest whispering 'oh, come here'.  

"Nash, you are gonna kill me if you squeeze me any tighter!" Sunny almost has to claw Natasha further away from her body, but when they finally separate, Sunny brings her hands up to wipe tears from her best friend's cheeks. 

Sunny lets her eyes dart around her friend's features, taking in the darkness of her eyes first. They are richer than the soil, with so much life within them, glittering gold in the sun. She brings a hand up to run her fingers over the slicked back hair on the side of Nat's head, right over her ear. Sunny traces the hair a few times, taking in the sharp corners of her brows, letting her eyes travel down to the sharpness of her jaw. 

"You're beautiful, Nash, you know that, right?" Sunny compliments, giving her friend's shoulders a squeeze. 

"Oh shut it," Nat laughs a bit, her cheeks tinted with a slight blush, "You are too," 

"Of course I am, what do you expect?" The women both stifle laughs, the joy continuing to bubble out of the pair. 

"Come on, lets get some drinks and I'll introduce you to Rooster," Natasha grabs Sunny's hand firmly, lacing their fingers together and pulling her towards the door, "How was the ride down with Hangman? Did he behave himself?" 

The women push into the bar and Sunny barely gets a chance to glace around before she is being pulled to the back of the large room, near an expansive set of windows with a perfect view of the sunset. Sunny lets her eyes catch the sunset for a brief second before turning back to Natasha. 

"He was fine, kept his hands to himself. I can't say the same thing about his eyes, but a fine man like him can look at me anytime," Sunny laughs as Natasha's face crinkles up in disgust. 

There is no awkwardness between the women. They behave like they have known each other for a lifetime, and in a way, they have known each other for some of the most important years of their lives. Sunny was there for every deployment and rank change and every course Natasha passed. Nat was there for Sunny when her first book got published, and then again for the next two. She has them on her book shelf, displayed proudly. 

"Hangman, seriously?" She fake gags, grimacing. 

"What? I said look, not touch," She nudges her friend's shoulder with her own, earning a half laugh from the other. "He's not my type, but it's nice to be noticed by a conventionally attractive man, okay! Even if he does look like some Mattel reject for the Ken Doll," 

"Who looks like a rejected Ken doll?" A voice breaks through the laughter. Sunny looks away from Natasha to see a sandy haired man, clad with a porn 'stache, looking too hot for his own good. He is looking up from the tabletop, magic marker in hand. 

Sunny leans over to whisper in Natasha's ear, "Oh, my God, what is with all the hotties?" The comment makes Natasha turn a light shade of pink as she stifles a laugh behind her hand. 

"Hanged Man does," Sunny replies simply, turning her attention back to the new man, earning a hearty snort from him in return. 

"Oh, Darlin', you wound me," Hangman places a hand over his heart, feigning pain with a hearty grimace. All he earns is three distinct eye rolls from the group as he turns to walk towards the bar. 

"I'm Bradley," The new man interrupts, holding a hand out towards Sunny, a wide smile on his face. 

"Sunny," She shakes his hand, making sure to squeeze it tight. 'Folks remember good handshakes', the words play in her head.

"I gathered as much," Bradley sends a look to Nat, a small smirk on his lips, "This one hasn't stopped talking about you since she found out you were making your way to Fighter Town," 

"That's okay," Sunny smiles brightly, "I talk about her all the time too, I'm sure the guys at work are tired of hearing about her." 

Natasha chuckles a bit, pulling Sunny in for another hug. Bradley puts his attention back to the tabletop where he is making his own nametag. The sight makes Sunny's smile a thousand watts brighter.

"I can't decide if I should draw a mustache or a dick on this," He speaks, gesturing down to the nametag, his cheeks sucked in in concentration. Sunny peeks over his shoulder, the nametag already reading "Rooster" in bold strokes. Nat looks too. 

"Dick, definitely," The ladies respond at the same time. 

"Oh my God, you better not do that all night," Hangman speaks, stealing the attention away from Rooster's new artistic endeavor. He holds four beers, two in glasses and two in cans, as well as a glass with dark liquid fizzing away inside. 

"I can't make any promises," Natasha informs, taking the glass and a beer from Hangman. She hands Sunny the glass, her hands working before her brain, almost like they have done this exact thing a thousand times before. Probably because she is used to handing the glass to Bob. 

"I didn't know if you drank, so I got you a beer, and a Coke," Hangman gestures to the glass, "It's a Pepsi, sorry, its San Diego, y'know?"

"Didn't you just say it was a Coke?" Sunny quirks an eyebrow, bringing the beverage up to her nose to give it a sniff. Definitely not a coke. 

"Ignore, him," Bradley interjects, "He's from Texas so all Soda is a Coke to him, then they specify. It's stupid," 

"Well, I don't drink, so the thought was very sweet, thank you Jake," Sunny nods, raising the glass to him, "However, the 'Coke' first thing is dumb," and then she turns to Bradley, "And counterpoint, so is 'soda', where I'm from, we call it a 'pop'!" 

"A pop?" The three Aviators speak in unison, sharing slightly bewildered looks with one another. 

"The only other lunatic that calls a soda a 'pop' is Bob," Rooster reminds the group, his explanation complete with air quotes. 

"Yeah!" Sunny is equally as bewildered at the thought, "Because the can makes a pop sound when you open it?" She explains it like it's the most obvious thing in the world. The Aviators "ahh" in unison, but at very different pitches, Sunny isn't sure anyone believes her explanation. "I'm just glad it's a Pepsi, honestly," 

Hangman looks offended, his mouth slack, eyebrows down. 

"Texas," Rooster and Phoenix chime, each shaking their head side to side, much like one would while disciplining a child. 

"So, Nash," Sunny slings her arm over her best friends shoulders, bringing the cup to her own lips with the other hand, "Where is this famous Bob I am supposed to meet?" 

"Oh! He offered to stay back and finish the maintenance on the jet so I could get out here and meet you! He should be here in an hour or so," 

"He better be, he's usually the D.D.," Rooster sends a wink Hangman's way before he is reprimanded by Natasha. 

"Nope, don't even think about it, boys! He is our ride, remember? That was the deal, breakfast burritos in exchange for getting him off of D.D. duty this week," 

The boys whine about it, mentioning that the burritos better be worth it, and that's when Nat leans into Sunny's side, whispering that they just might have to make the boys breakfast burritos now. Sunny agrees with a roll of her eyes, pleased to be getting roped into the shenanigans right off the bat. 

"Or maybe, you guys can use your portion of the bet winnings to buy some burritos for yourselves," Nat speaks, the idea popping into her mind. "I really don't want to cook for your asses more than I already do," 

"Bet?" Sunny inquires. 

"Oh right, the bet, I almost forgot," Bradley speaks, a wide grin falling over his lips.

"I hadn't forgotten," Jake interjects, "I knew from the moment I saw her that we'd won,"

Sunny is even more confused now, looking at Natasha for some sort of clue. 

"You didn't tell her?" Jake asks, a bit surprised. Phoenix just shakes her head, a blush coming to life on her cheeks and over the tips of her ears. She hasn't blushed this much in a long, long time, but the warmth that spreads over her features also warms her heart a bit. 

"What did you do?" Sunny asks, grabbing her friends shoulder. The gesture is playful, but Sunny attempts to make a serious face. It cracks when the corner of her lip quirks up just a bit, alluding to the smile she is holding back. 

"We- the squad- sort of bet on if youwouldbehotornot" The last few words come out all together, mumbled under Nat's breath. She tried her best to cover them up, but Sunny wears a stern expression that reads 'try again'.

"We took bets on if you would be hot or not, since we didn't know what you looked like," Natasha explains a bit sheepishly, feeling a bit ashamed about it now. "In my defense, it was Rooster's idea."

"And you won?" Sunny asks. The group nods. "Great, then what's my cut?" 

"Your cut?" Jake's a bit taken aback, his eyebrows jumping to his hairline. A wide smile has broken his usual smirk, the joy he is feeling no longer tucked behind a well rehearsed exterior. 

"Yeah, my cut. You bet on me, and you won, because I am hot as fuck, and I think I deserve my share because I delivered," Sunny's explanation is nonchalant as she sips on her Pepsi. The Daggers break out into fits of laughter, their eyes squeezing shut, each wearing a bright smile. 

Sunny worries for a second as the Daggers stare at her, smiling. She worries she might have said the wrong thing, gone too far with a group who doesn't know her humor. 

"I knew I liked you for a reason," Natasha wraps her arm around Sunny, bringing her close yet again. The words comfort Sunny instantly. 

"You like me for a lot of reasons," Her elbow meets the space between Nat's ribs, "Including the fact that I have continued to put up with your shenanigans for the last ten years. Remember when you were twenty-six and you met that couple outside the-" 

Hangman and Rooster's eyes snap up to meet Sunny's, Natasha's hands coming up to conseal the words coming out of her friend's mouth. She is shaking her head violently, begging Sunny to quit talking, her eyes wide. Sunny tries to lean away from the hands on her face, a couple of words coming out unmuffled. 'Chevy' 'Cherry Flavored' and 'Inches' are the only words the boys could clearly make out, leaving them more confused than they began as Natasha's whole body flushed a deep raspberry, no doubt reliving the memory in her head. 

Sunny sat there laughing, her hands around her friend's wrists, keeping her upright as she began to cackle, her whole body shaking with laughter. Everything feels right between the four, the laughter ringing out through the air. 

[inuyashamybeloved]

“Front Piece” chapter 6 sneak peek.

Kikyo and Yura walked in silence despite the former’s need to tell her girlfriend everything she discussed with Toga but obviously needed to wait until they were alone.

On their way to the elevators, Kikyo spotted Kagome and couldn’t help jabbing Yura subtly.

“There’s Kagome,” she whispered, drawing her girlfriend’s attention.

“What? Where?” Yura whisper-yelled, looking in various directions.

Kikyo subtly turned Yura to the right, forcing her to face Kagome’s general direction. “Purple blouse and black slacks,” Kikyo pointed out.

“I see her,” Yura exclaimed in a low voice, “she is certainly pretty.”

“Yura!” Kikyo chided in mock annoyance.

“What?! I have eyes! And you know fucking well you’re my one and only,” Yura retorted in the lowest volume possible. “Besides, I don’t forget you called her ‘babe’ first.”

Kikyo suppressed her urge to cackle, but before she could tease her girlfriend, she went stiff when someone appeared in the room and headed straight to Kagome.

“What the actual fuck?!” Yura muttered under her breath, perfectly expressing what Kikyo was thinking.

Naraku was hovering around Kagome, and it was evident that the young woman looked uncomfortable. Kikyo remembered Inuyasha mentioning that he suspected the creep was stalking Kagome, too. If she had to guess, Naraku was talking about work as an excuse to interact with the girl.

He had used the same excuse during college with Kikyo.

“Let’s go,” Kikyo told Yura as she casually walked toward Kagome. She just had the perfect excuse to strike up a conversation with the accountant and hopefully force Naraku to go away.

“Kagome?” Kikyo called out her name as if surprised to find her there. The girl in question simply gaped, and her eyes widened in shock.

Maybe Toga was right… But now was not the time to try and dig for information about Kagome’s feelings for Inuyasha. Kikyo’s current mission was to spare the girl from Naraku’s devices.

“Kikyo? It’s been a while since you stepped foot in the office,” Naraku greeted her with that creepy smile that made her want to scrub her skin raw. “I heard your husband is on a business trip without you.”

Typical Naraku, going straight to the mind games without a preamble, but Kikyo would not fall into that trap. Ignoring his words, she turned to Kagome, who looked visibly uncomfortable.

“Just the woman I was looking for. How are you, Kagome?”

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Naraku’s eyes glinting as he watched the interaction.

“Do you mind?” Yura glared at him, crossing her arms and stepping between him and the two women. “Don’t you have work to do? Or your job solely consists of following women?”

It was evident that Naraku didn’t appreciate the interference. However, he still left, muttering ‘See you, Kikyo’ as he walked away.

She waited until he was out of view before turning to Kagome, who was pale as a ghost as she stared at Kikyo.

“Hello! What can I do for you?” Kagome asked, and Kikyo didn’t miss the utter panic written across her cute face.

“Maybe she was interested but decided to move on to someone available.” Toga’s words resounded in her mind. It was a gamble, but Kikyo was almost positive that Kagome really liked Inuyasha, even if she was dating someone else. It would certainly explain why the young woman was staring at her like Kikyo would tell her to leave Inuyasha alone.

Her original plan was to bring up Kagome’s mother’s e-shop and ask questions about her crafts. Or mention Kaede and fish for a conversation about Sota. But it was abundantly clear that it was not the time for such random topics, so Kikyo decided to be upfront about why she approached her.

“I saw how uncomfortable you looked with Naraku hovering. Believe me when I say I know perfectly well how you feel,” Kikyo confessed, giving Kagome a sympathetic look, who seemed honestly surprised at the words. “Naraku likes to play mind games.”

“He loves to stir shit and stalk women while making it look like he isn’t,” Yura added.

Kagome gasped, looking from Kikyo to Yura. “Did he use to stalk you?”

“He’s been doing it since we were in college, but he does it in such a way you can’t really do anything about it, at least legally speaking. He’s crafty,” Kikyo explained.

Kagome looked honestly worried, then gave Kikyo a faint smile. “Thanks for the heads up.I—I get chills when he’s around. I don’t know why,” the accountant replied in a whisper.

Kikyo knew the feeling all too well. Taking a pen and a slip of paper from her purse, she wrote her cell phone number and Inuyasha’s and handed it to Kagome. “If he bothers you or you feel unsafe, please call me or Inuyasha, and we’ll see what we can do.”

Kagome stared at the slip of paper, confusion, and surprise evident in her features. “I—Thank you, Kikyo.”

“No problem, Kagome. Take care and please be careful. His mind games can mess with your head.” Kikyo squeezed Kagome’s hands in what she hoped was a comforting and empathetic gesture before turning to Yura. “Shall we go?”

Yura nodded before waving goodbye to Kagome.

The couple was soon on their way home, and Kikyo couldn't help wishing Inuyasha was back already to keep an eye on Naraku and make sure the creep left Kagome alone.

Kagome watched Kikyo and the other woman go, still confused and grateful for her intervention. Ever since Inuyasha left on that business trip three days ago, Naraku kept showing up and starting a conversation about anything—mostly work—but she suspected his intentions were to fish for information about her personal life. She had told him nothing at all, but she suspected he would try again and again.

Glancing at the slip of paper, Kagome couldn’t suppress a pang of guilt for having these massive feelings for Inuyasha. She held his phone number in her hands. Provided by his own wife.

The universe certainly had a way of toying with her.

Sighing loudly, Kagome returned to her office, praying and hoping her day would improve. At least she knew that her apprehension toward Naraku was correct and that someone other than her three friends believed her. She saved both numbers in her contacts list and hoped she didn’t need to resort to them.

Chapters 1-5 on Ao3

Inuyasha/Kagome, Kikyo/Yura.

@xanthippe-writes

[eyesoffthemaud]

12 Days of DadMight: A December Event!

An Event is HERE! Here's the TL:DR.

What's the Event Called?: 12 Days of Dadmight

When does the event take place?: December 14th - December 25th

When are the Angst Days: December 14th - December 19th

When are the Fluff Days: December 20th - December 25th

Want to know more? GOOD! There is.

How would I describe the Event?

“12 Days of Dadmight” is a Christmas Event for the enjoyers of the relationship between Toshinori and Izuku (aka Dadmight). It’s one of my personal favorite relationships in MHA, so I decided for Christmas to turn it into an event for others like me!

While everyone knows the typically “12 Days of Christmas” song, this event comes with a twist. My personal favorite fic tag, is Hurt/Comfort- and the event reflects this!

Fluff is fun, however, I wanted to give our angst-lovers a treat as well! So, the first 6 days of the event are for our angst creators. Post an angsty dadmight fanfic or artwork if that’s what tickles your fancy! I want to cry myself to sleep.

That’s not to say I don’t love fluff! What is angst without fluff??? The last 6 days of the event are for the fluff creators. Post a fluffy fic or artwork! Make my cheeks hurt from smiling so hard!

Submission Rules:

Must be following my tumblr at @eyesoffthemaud

Produced pieces must include DadMight; particularly Izuku and Toshinori Yagi - other characters definitely may be included, but the main focus would be the relationship between both Izuku and Toshinori.

There is no limit on entries for this event. By submitting any piece(s) for the event, you are eligible for the prize. However, this does not mean that participating in all 12 days guarantees a win for the event.

Writers:

Minimum word count for fics: 1000 words

When submitting your writing, submit it to the collection (LINKED HERE) if your work isn’t in the collection. I haven't seen it.

Please add the tag, 12DaysofDadmightAngst or 12DaysofDadmightFluff to your piece as an indicator of what category you’re submitting your piece to.

Artists:

Art must be fully colored, simple sketches would be loved dearly but would not qualify for prize runnings.

When submitting your art, tag me @eyesoffthemaud. If your art has been reblogged then I have most definitely seen it. If I haven’t interacted with it in some way- I cannot guarantee that I have seen it.

Please add the tag, 12DaysofDadmightAngst or 12DaysofDadmightFluff to your piece as an indicator of what category you’re submitting your piece to.

Submission Timeframe:

All Submissions must be posted between December 14th through December 25th.

Late submissions are welcomed, but not encouraged.

There will be an official announcement when the event submission period has closed for judging. After that, any submissions after that announcement will not be considered for the prize.

Rules:

Have Fun and Enjoy the Dadmight! Seriously.

Fics and Artwork should definitely not contain anything NSFW.

Heavy Gore is personally welcomed by me. However, I heavily discourage the showing, referencing, description, and/or usage of needles of any sort. This is an extreme phobia of mine, and as the event runner, it’s something I personally cannot handle. Please keep this in mind when writing/drawing- I wouldn't make this a rule if it truly didn't trigger my phobia.

This is not a Dekumight event. I swear. If you submit a Dekumight work to this event, I'm not only blocking you but blacklisting you from literally any and all events I ever choose to run in the future.

Prizes:

There are total 4 “winners” for the event 

2 writers, 1 from the fluff submissions and 1 from the angst submissions received

2 artists, 1 from the fluff submissions and 1 from the angst submissions received

The prize that each winner will receive is 1 Full Body/Full Render commission from my wonderful spouse @mcfanely! Each winner gets 1 art piece just for them!

(The rules of McFanely’s commission sheet still apply when describing what you’d like done)

Additional Information

Feel free to submit pieces for both the designated “Angst” and “Fluff” submission periods. Please know that you can only “win” for 1 category. In other words, one person cannot win in multiple categories.

More Questions?

Any more questions about the event can be directed to me via by Tumblr Askbox, or in my discord server.

[sonorousabyss]

Sup! I was wondering if I could request a Star Wars matchup :]

Alrighty so, I’m a 5’5 Biromantic (masc leaning) asexual guy. I have medium long black and purple hair with raccoon tails. I’m really into punk and metal culture, and I love picking up scrap and making it into clothes and accessories. I’m also autistic and I have adhd, so I differ a lot between how social and talkative I am. I play guitar, play board games, sew and draw in my spare time

Have a good day 🫶

A/N: Sorry this took so long Anon, I just couldn't decide how I wanted to do the banner for this one! I hope that this is to your tastes!

I am thoroughly convinced that you both would get along disturbingly well.

Your style and your unique hobbies are certainly what drew him to you. It isn't often that you encounter someone with long black and purple hair- let alone with that and raccoon tails. And turning scrap into accessories? Well, that was just icing on the cake.

Don't get me wrong- Anakin has been around the likes of Padme during her queen and senator days, so he's no stranger to unique and unorthodox hairdos, but the color and length certainly intrigued him, forgoing the style.

Given how frequently he's out in the field? Unless you went out on missions with him regularly, your initial interactions with him would have been once every blue moon or so. Of course, this meant that there were some occasions where he attempted to hang with you on your less social days- something I don't imagine going too well.

The differences in how social you were may have bewildered him at first, but it's more than likely if you didn't tell him about your social battery? Kenobi, Ahsoka, or Rex would have caught on to some degree and let him know that it probably wasn't because he'd done something wrong.

Even though it's known to be against regulations to nab keepsakes from the battlefield (or at the very least it is for clones), I get the feeling he's made a habit of grabbing you scrap metal from the battlefield on missions where he's had time.

More often than not this metal consists of severed droid parts that almost certainly have lightsaber cuts and blaster residue all over them, but hey- it's the thought that counts right?

He'd keep his eye out the following days, weeks, etc. after giving you one of his unique "gifts" to see if he could spot something you may have crafted it into.

He and the 501st make a game of guessing what you might turn his scrap into, and they absolutely keep score of who's gotten it right the most times.

As you got closer and your relationship developed further he 100% would step up his game in the scrap department. And by that I mean he somehow finds stranger and stranger shit to bring back for you.

A motivator, the head of a B1, droid fingers, paneling from destroyed droid carriers- hell, even random pieces of downed starships. His goal is to make sure you never know what he's gonna bring back next, if only so he can see the delighted (or perplexed) look you'll end up giving him as a result.

Of course, if you needed something specific and let him know about it, he'd see to it that he gets it if possible.

It's also a game between his padawan, himself, and the clones to see who can get the desired part first. Because what's a good battle without some friendly competition amirite?

On quiet days while you don't feel like talking so much, he'll hang out with you and listen to your favorite music with you. Furthermore, if you want to show him any drawings or clothes you've made, or even play him a song on your guitar he's absolutely game. Most of the time neither of you will even have to talk, just bask in each other's presence.

On days where you feel more like listening than talking, he'll tell elaborate tales of his self-proclaimed "best moments" on the battlefield and catch you up on what he's been doing while you've been separated. He's also got a stash of amusing tales at Obi-wan, Ahsoka, and the 501st's expense to cheer you up whenever you're feeling down.

Somehow he always finds a way to boost his own ego in the process, but something tells me that you're more than enough to keep Anakin balanced in that regard.

If you make him something you bet he's bragging to his padawan and his men that his significant other made a gift specifically for him and no one else.

Anakin is 100% guilty of messing up your hair or lifting things just out of reach to tease you as you are shorter than him, but he's made up for it in some regards by fetching things for you as well. Namely stuff way too high for you to get without putting yourself in a precarious position.

Talk to him about anything you're interested in and he's over the moon- even if he doesn't quite understand it. You trust him enough to share it with him and that makes it all the more precious.

Anything too out of pocket and you might catch him and Kenobi having a hushed conversation just out of earshot where he's checking with his master to see if he at least knows what you're talking about.

If you call him out on this he'll deny it, and if you catch him in the act he'll try to play it off... and fail spectacularly. Meanwhile, Obi-wan is watching him trip over himself in amusement as he tries to find a half-truth you'll buy to spare him the embarrassment.

He sticks to holovids after that. Can't trust his jedi master as far as he can throw him, apparently.

Ahsoka teases him relentlessly over this.

Anakin doesn't really seem the type to get bent out of shape over anyone being asexual, adhd, or autistic. He's a really chill guy, and to be honest he just takes it all in stride and embraces it as much as physically possible. You're his boyfriend after all, why wouldn't he?

Learns about any and/or all of the above to figure out how to better support you and makes sure your boundaries are laid out and respected.

If you want a funny sight to commit to memory? Have him help you with your hair maintenance. He'd somehow find a way to make dying, bleaching, trimming it, etc. absolutely hilarious. Just him in the bathroom with you on a chair in front of a mirror, desperately trying to figure out what toner is, why certain hair products can and cannot be used shortly after dying, etc. It's fucking brilliant.

He's absolutely tried to con you into dying at least a strand of your hair blue to match him and his squad at least once.

....Okay. More than once. But can you blame him? That'd be bloody adorable.

Just don't dye it orange in response to mess with him, he might cry.

AN: Ah yes, the image of Anakin fumbling with hair dye will forever be ingrained in my brain. For those who got this far, I hope you enjoyed! May the force be with you, and may your day be as pleasant as the ocean's abyss is deep! For those who are new here, I take requests. You can find my rules here.

[cosmoknightchaos]

Pretend I asked anonymously, it would be funny.

🚨(siren) for Ets (:

🧣(scarf) Professor sonemeir (I need to know more about them)

🍒(cherries) for King Moonjumper (I beg of you)

Who the fuck are you (joking)

🚨(Siren): What’s your character’s relationship with the law? Have they ever been arrested? What for? What are their opinions on law enforcement?

This is the funniest fucking thing you could have picked for Etc holy shit

So I presume you mean AHIT Entropy, which in that case he makes the laws and therefore is above them. The closest thing he has to a law he has to abide by is the agreement with King Moonjumper for the two to stay out of each other's business, which Etc will very gladly follow because they cannot stand interacting.

But I do want to talk about OC Entropy too because it's much funnier. As a god masquerading as a human, ET has to follow a good amount of the laws. He can't run his coffee shop if he's in jail, after all. But as a shapeshifter, he really can do fuckall with the laws. Using various other forms, ET has done everything from minor misdemeanors to full felonies multiple times across multiple timelines. Nowadays, most of the crimes he commits are for shits and giggles and he draws the line at offenses that would harm another person (murder, assault, so on), but as long as no one else is intentionally harmed then he has done it!

Though he doesn't do it much anymore, ET's also violated the Geneva Convention multiple times, via inhumane treatment and torture, biological experimentation, and serious injury under unlawful and unjust means to innocents. After all, who can punish him?

🧣(Scarf): What comforts your oc? Is it an item? An action? A person? Whatever it is, how any why does it comfort them?

Sonemeir,,,,,,

Vince definitely struggles with finding things to comfort him. Unfortunately, time and time again, the things he love tend to have something go wrong and then he associates the bad memories with it. It's like being introduced to a song by someone you were close to who broke your heart and now you can't enjoy the song anymore because all you think of is that.

Despite that, one of Sonemeir's big things is finding joy in the simple. Intentionally ironic for a man who's been involved in groundbreaking technological advances his whole career. I have few scenes of this story planned out in my head, but one in particular is between Paisley and Sonemeir and it's one of their first bonding moments. He's repairing them after some sort of intense situation, and the two are mostly quiet, interrupting the silence now and then with small comments and apologies. I think this moment is the first time in a while where Vince doesn't feel like a piece of shit. He has a pretty strong hatred of anything related to the Creator Models (which Paisley is a prototype of) and has a lot of bad memories attached to working on them, but for once, he doesn't mind this. And he's not sure why this is different, but something about working on one of his projects, completely disconnected from his career, knowing that once he's done he won't have his work taken away and repurposed... it's nice. It brings him a sense of comfort he hasn't felt in ages.

Any sort of tinkering from then onwards is a comfort to Vince. It's something he's familiar with, and it feels good to work on whatever. He builds random-ass shit with no purpose and it's great because it doesn't have to have a purpose. It's just for the heck of it. It's just because he likes it.

I also think he has some leftover trinkets from before Evan died that he hasn't gotten rid of. A lot of things related to Evan's death are touchy for him, and he's tried his best to erase Evan out of his life as a coping mechanism, but Vince has held on to a few things. They still bring him a feeling of comfort, especially after he gets kidnapped loses his job.

Actually, I think the real answer to this question is him losing his job. That's his greatest comfort. Because it's only then when he remembers that the world isn't that bad and that he can do things for himself.

🍒(Cherries): Does your character have a best friend? How long have they known each other? What do they like most about each other? How did they meet?

Noot you have no idea how happy I was to get asked about King Moonjumper on an OC Ask Game. An OC ASK GAME. Omg. You have made my whole-ass night with this.

I barely talk about them within the context of Horalo AU, but I do think Moonjumper and Tranquility are good friends. At least, they get along much better than Moonjumper and Entropy do. TQ is absolutely fascinated by King (in a sopping wet pathetic meow meow sort of way) and King is just glad to have someone in the Horizon he can have a genuine friendship with. They very rarely spend time together, but when they do, they do get along.

I hesitate to say Timmy as well because he and Moonjumper don't have the best relationship, but they are certainly something. Despite it only being a 9-year age gap (which is so fucking funny to think about), Moonjumper sees Timmy as a baby and would determinedly avoid using the word "friend" because he'd think they have too big of an age gap. I think the two really do get along best as a boss/right-hand man relationship (dare I say mentor/student, which is their relationship in Coffee Shop), but Timmy wouldn't hesitate to call King his friend. And King is certainly grateful for the company.

THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING TO SCROLL PAST THE REST OF THIS POST. THERE ARE MASSIVE WTSS/HORALO AU SPOILERS FOR THE REST OF THIS RESPONSE.

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Okay now for the actual answers

First and foremost, cheesy as fuck answer, but I really do believe King Moonjumper would consider his best friends to be his siblings. They mean the world to him and he loves them so so much that he's willing to risk everything in order to get back to them. Too bad they are fucking dead.

As for pre-Horizon, once again, Juno considers his siblings to be his closest friends. I don't think he was very close to anyone else, since time magic was fairly distrusted and he wanted to make sure himself and his siblings stayed safe, but he definitely had friends. I mean, he was a guy in his twenties once and he certainly acted that way. He knew folks, he knew folks (I have a running bit between myself and myself only of "King Moonjumper's Ex-girlfriend", which I've been sneaking into a lot of non-WTSS Horalo content, including in Rp6), and he had friends besides his siblings. Unfortunately that is not a part of him we ever get to see, so I don't have much of it developed.

I'd like to imagine that he was, at some point, friends with Cirsten Novaue, the woman who would eventually become Audun Horalo's wife. I don't know if he met her before or during her dating Audun, but I know they were fairly close. I really like the idea of Audun meeting her through Juno, but who knows. I just think it's funny that Juno's such good friends with the original concept for Sky's character lmao

[quietwingsinthesky]

I know you reblogged the post about people being like "fictional cannibalism is deep and intellectual and fictional incest is disgusting and morally wrong" some time ago, but I just wanted to add that it’s absolutely insane how people are calling every piece of media that isn’t wholesome and unproblematic nowadays a direct reflection of the creator’s secret deviant fantasies à la "check their hard drive". Like where does the line between getting called a genius and a master satirist and being labeled a disgusting pervert lie? Whenever I see someone make absolutely nonsensical comments like those all I can think of is Vladimir Nabokov getting canceled and chased off the internet in 2023 after writing Lolita lmao. Seriously tho. Especially in the spn fandom, how can people make posts about loving the fucked up family dynamics and the body horror and the psychological terror and the abuse parallels etc and then fall over themselves to put wincesties DNI DNI DNIII all over their entire blogs lol

My take on it is basically that the line people draw between what’s “morally” acceptable to write about or not is really just what they enjoy. That’s why this stuff usually comes down to shipping nonsense, it’s just fandom flame wars in a different trenchcoat. It’s also why you’ll get dissonant opinions like ‘incest is bad and we can’t write about it’ and ‘gore and murder is just fine to write about.’ If someone enjoys writing about their thing, however dark, and can understand why they enjoy writing about it, of course they’ll give it a pass, but other people’s dark things? that they don’t like, don’t understand? Must be evil. Must be disgusting.

(Plus, obviously, there’s probably something to be said about how in ‘incest vs cannibalism’, one of these is going to be assumed to only be about Sex and Perversion, while the other is obfuscated around sex, sometimes a display of desire but easy to deny that at the same time. Which is not to say that writing about incest is even always about sex, only that it will be perceived as such, no matter what you’re actually trying to discuss in your work.)

All that to say that of course it’s ridiculous to assume that someone’s writing or hell, even their internet persona, is reflective of their desires. I’m ace as fuck and get nervous if I don’t have explicit permission to hug someone, and I also have and will write noncon fic. There’s no secret there, nothing hidden that’s gonna lead to me hurting someone. I just enjoy writing impossibly huge power imbalances. I like squeezing characters like stress balls.

The “Wincesties DNI” thing still bothers me to this day. Maybe because I’m not sure where I even fall on that line. I follow wincest blogs, like their posts, I’ve written I think 2 or 3 wincest fics? But I rarely participate in it or reblog stuff here. Am I a wincestie? Am I tainted by association in such a way that I might as well be? Does “Wincesties DNI” mean actually all incest shippers dni, or are you secretly telling me you’re cool with Jo/Ellen, or did you just forget in the midst of your ship war that other interests exist. I don’t usually follow blogs that announce that, but that’s more because putting that label there just tells me even if I passed the test on that specific thing for you, you’re not gonna be cool about all the other weird shit I post lmao.

(I want to stress, I think there’s a difference between “Wincesties dni” and “wincest dni”. I think that asking people to not leave tags on your posts or comments on your work referencing an incest ship is a valid boundary to have. If that content is triggering to you or just not your vibe, I think you should be able to say, ‘hey, not here.’ That is very different than going ‘if you are a part of this group or ever interacted with this group, get away from me.’ Especially in a fandom where. I mean. Sam & Dean being weird is in the text. It’s a huge part of the show to the point of being referenced repeatedly in-universe, it’s a famously huge part of the fandom to where wincest built the very ground (AO3) we all walk on, and I just think that if you walk into a gay bar, you really shouldn’t complain so loudly about all the bears you see.)

[sneakyboymerlin]

Babe you gotta tell me more about this racist blog and what happened bc I follow them and I didn’t see this (not saying it didn’t happen, I just can’t find it to see for myself) so I gotta know how bad it is

I really love their blog and I’m sad that they’re a piece of shit 😭

(Also if you don’t want this public just let me know and I’ll dm you so it stays private)

Summary of events is at the end, but here’s what happened. Things got pretty heated between us towards the end, but that’s just how it goes ig.

They now predictably have me blocked, so I can’t access the DMs or the post about this first incident. As for what happened on Tumblr, a while back, they made a greyscale gifset with Gwen in it, and someone (iirc this someone was indeed a poc, though I don’t remember who exactly) told them that it was whitewashed, and their response was more or less just “but I did high contrast, this is impossible to do, that has to be good enough!” I decided to DM them to say “Hey, here’s how you can do greyscale gifs without whitewashing, you should go back and fix those gifs” but was ultimately ignored to my knowledge. Other people who I’ve talked to about whitewashing in their works have actually gone back and changed them, so Idk what their deal was. They just. Didn’t wanna. I thought maybe they just didn’t see it or something but… nope.

Now, as for the other incident(s), which took place off of Tumblr… A year later or so, idk how much time passed, Queen Elizabeth II dies. You may have noticed my pinned post is about people sympathizing with colonizers instead of their victims. Well, that is actually pinned because of the situation this all stemmed from.

If you’re a merthur shipper, then I doubt you’re in the Non Merthur Server, the Discord where this all took place. You probably wouldn’t find anything unsubtle on their Tumblr that indicates how they actually are, but what they chose to say there completely obliterated any hope I had for them. I have a much longer post in my drafts about what happened, but it began because I said that we shouldn’t make excuses for a colonizer. Someone in the chat was doing this (I’ll discuss that more in another post), so me and another member (who left due to the way the situation was handled by the mods) immediately corrected this person on the queen’s various crimes/atrocities. This conversation somehow turned to how I stated (some days prior to the queen’s death) that I avoid reblogging off of a certain person because they have posted racist content in the past. That’s where Neednoggle comes in.

Neednoggle said that this was “controlling” behavior because I was “telling people who they can or can’t interact with.” Now, again, I was simply putting out a warning that the individual I mentioned had put out racist content before. I certainly expect people to take that into consideration once they know. But I didn’t expect anyone, especially someone who preaches about racism towards one of their favorite characters, to die on the hill of “umm but I have the first amendment RIGHT to reblog off of racists!” There’s a reason we don’t reblog off of homophobes, misogynists, TERFs, abusers, etc.. If you draw the line at racists… that’s a double standard, and frankly, it’s self-absorbed.

They then proceeded to bring up a different person who I avoid for different reasons as an example for why my very detailed explanation on the other user’s racism was unreliable. This example was an extremely bad faith interpretation. Basically, they said that I called someone transphobic for… being in favor of the fictional ban on magic. In truth, I called this person transphobic for the transphobia that was in their fics (namely jokes about how men can’t get pregnant/that being able to get pregnant is what determines man from woman). Because that fic author happens to also be anti-magic, neednoggle attributed my discomfort with these jokes to the magic thing. It was really odd ngl, since I have pretty openly stated that, while you can make comparisons between having magic and being queer, it is ultimately a metaphor for religious persecution. (It’s… The Old Religion.)

A friend of mine, a brown person from the global south who I will keep anonymous unless they permit otherwise, called out the sympathy that people were projecting onto the queen. However, this was not handled well in the chat, especially not by the mods who you’d expect better from. I don’t think that this friend’s perspective was really taken into consideration at the end of the day, it was like they were talking to a brick wall. I ended up making a strong statement that people don’t get to just opt out of learning anti-racism, and that was taken as offensive by… everyone.

Despite reading these messages from my friend (who is, again, a brown person from the global south) and myself, neednoggle’s concern was more about how I was censoring(?) them by stating that some people in the fandom are racist and that I avoid spreading their posts for this reason. They ditched the conversation and a day later I found them talking about how it sucks so much for them, a white person, that there’s not a lot of fanfiction about Elyan. Maybe that wouldn’t happen if you didn’t tolerate racism, thus alienating fans of color while coddling racists? And maybe, just maybe, you should care about racism outside of its impact on your own personal entertainment? Hence my statement that enjoying a character of color does not make one anti-racist. Anyone’s capable of racism, and you can’t use a character as a shield.

Anyways, I ended the conversation with: “either you have zero tolerance for racism or you do tolerate it” and was ignored, much like I was ignored with the whitewashing thing. Avoidance must be the bread and butter of people like this.

In addition, I believe they’re also guilty of this trope I see a lot where Merlin and Morgana or whatever white characters have to teach Gwen and Lancelot or whatever brown & black characters how to read/write, despite nothing in the canon suggesting that they couldn’t already. That said, I could be thinking of someone else’s fic, idk. I seriously see this a lot and I have no idea when it got so prevalent, but when put alongside everything else, it becomes pretty suspicious. I’m not entirely confident on this one so take it with a grain of salt, but I’m pretty sure I’ve read a fic of theirs like this, and it’s just… Gwen and Lancelot were already literate in the canon, so I find it weird that it’s usually those two in particular who get singled out, especially since 1) Merlin comes from a very similar background, 2) Lancelot was exchanging letters with him for as long as two years, and 3) Gwen helped run a whole smithy.

So, in summation (because this is rlly fuckin’ long) neednoggle chose to die on the hill of “You can’t make me NOT reblog off of racist people! Also I should just be allowed to ignore racism if it makes me as a white person uncomfortable!” and then tried to say that my perception of who is/isn’t racist is not reliable by undermining and misattributing my discomfort with someone’s transphobic jokes (just to be absolutely clear, I very much stated when it happened that it was the person’s transphobia that made them transphobic; however, defending Uther’s ban on magic—even if it’s only a fictional genocide—is pretty disturbing, just like when someone defends a fictional character’s abuse, bigotry, etc. How do you apply those morals across the board?). They and everyone involved in that conversation either ignored or missed the point of what my friend, someone who has been directly affected by colonization and racism, had to say about all of it. And of course, there’s the whitewashing thing, which I only just randomly remembered today ?!? And, possibly, the trope thing. Basically I tried to #fix them but they’ve gotta be willing to fix themself, ya know?

Personally, although I do tend to discuss these issues with people before coming to any conclusions, I think that blocking or avoiding a handful of people is worth not potentially spreading their bigoted beliefs, and I don’t really wanna be in kahoots with people like that anyways, so I guess it’s difficult for me to understand why they were defending tooth and nail their right to hypothetically reblog off of hypothetical racists. It sucks when it turns out someone you liked is doing this stuff, but we’ve gotta have some integrity, even if it’s not easy. Neednoggle doesn’t seem to have that integrity.

I have screenshots and the like too but I’m saving them for the Actual Post about all this so I don’t have to dig through them an extra time. It’s a lot

[shootingstars-or-airplanes]

Alright it's time for a rant! Let's talk about canon vs. fanon. This is gonna be a long one folks, so buckle up!

I see a lot of people complaining about fan interpretations of characters in art or fan works or even headcanons not lining up with the canon depictions of the characters and this always sort of bugs me a bit. I think we need to reframe how we approach the idea of canon vs. fanon.

I want to start off by saying I'm a writer. I have a degree in creative writing and have had at least one publication at the time of posting. I know what it's like to pour your heart and soul into a project and into creating these characters and the world they live in. So I can somewhat see where people are coming from when they talk about the importance of sticking to the author's vision. The author put a lot of love into that character and their interpretation is, of course, paramount. But I don't think that this necessarily means that contrary fanon interpretations can't exist.

I'd like to draw a comparison to mythology, if I may. Ancient mythology is one of my special interests and I took multiple classes on different mythologies during my time in undergrad. The professor for those classes was amazing and one thing that he said that will always stick with me is something he'd teach on the first day of any of his mythology classes: "Myth is multiform".

Ok so what does "myth is multiform" mean? Well in simple terms it means that when it comes to mythology, there is no one "correct" telling of the story. Mythology at its root was an oral tradition. It didn't have an author. These stories were built and shaped by the dozens or hundreds of people who told them. And with each telling, the new storyteller would add a little bit of their own unique flair to the story. They might change a detail they never liked or couldn't remember correctly or they might add in details where there weren't any the first time they heard it. And as this keeps happening, the story changes a lot between people and cities and villages and even time. So if you hear one story where Aphrodite's hair was blonde and another where it was red, which detail is correct? Both. Because myth is multiform. The story is changed and affected by those who interact with it.

This can even be seen in modern interpretations of classic myth. The way we tell the stories now is drastically different from how they were told back then. For example, a lot of people who are really into Greek mythology see Athena as somewhat of a feminist icon. A lot of modern depictions of her show her as a strong and independent woman. But the Athena of ancient Greece, while strong, was a model goddess for upholding the patriarchal system of society at the time. She was known for following laws and customs to the letter, including and sometimes especially misogynistic ones. To put it bluntly, she was not a girl's girl.

But today we emphasize the parts of her that feel strong and empowering. We see the goddess of justice and war who fights for herself and stands up for what she believes is right. So which Athena is real? I mean, one is directly from the time period, so that one must be the true one, right? Wrong. They are both the real Athena. Because myth is multiform.

"Yeah, ok," you say, "but modern media isn't mythology. It's not an oral tradition. It has authors and we can identify exactly what the original story was." And that's true. But once a story exists, once it is shared with others, it becomes more than itself. Even on the most basic level, an author isn't capable of conveying literally every detail and meaning they had in mind while creating it into the actual piece. Some things--many things, really--are left to interpretation. That's why we have high school literature teachers asking why you think the curtains are blue in some random scene of a book.

And every person is going to bring their own prior knowledge and life experiences to that story which will impact how they interpret it. So as soon as one person has heard your story, there are already two versions of the story in existence--the one you wrote and the one they read. The words on the page might be the same but all the little gaps are filled in differently depending on the person. There are things an author can do to steer their audience in the direction they want them to interpret things in, but your reader/listener/viewer is never going to get 100% of the meaning you put into it.

All this to say, when a story reaches fandom, it essentially becomes myth. All the slightly different little versions of these worlds and characters are floating around in people's heads and as they talk to one another about it and share their ideas and interpretations, those versions grow and evolve beyond the original work.

Fanon versions of characters don't come out of nowhere; they're slowly molded and shaped by the community surrounding them using the basis of the source material and then combining collective experiences and attitudes of fans. They grow with the community, just as a myth grows with its culture.

So my point here isn't to say that all interpretations of a character are equally true to source and should be treated as such, but rather to say that characters evolve when touched by the hearts of people who love them and enjoy their stories and while the canon character is valid and beloved in their stagnancy, fanon versions can exist at the same time without threatening the canon character's status.

Just because an interpretation of a character that you see a lot might be wildly different from the character's existence in canon, that doesn't inherently make it bad. It shows the impact of human experience and community on art and the two characters can coexist separately without one needing to wipe the other out.

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Brain pit, but make it the size of alaska.

Ok so i finally got around watching Sonic Prime, and yeah I know, but, work and life just kept getting in my way so it really did take this long to watch. And when I saw that old Eggman, I was just like, oh, its that Gerald? And while I am not 100% sure…something tells me he actually wasn’t.

And like…

Okay so now this is a new brain pit, and the idea is still…that, okay? I haven’t really sat down and thought it out completely to fill in the holes…

While they do their…evil thing down there, the ARK could be 100% functional up there in space, safeguarded by the Chaos council. And Shadow and Maria could be running that! I just thought of it as I was writing its way too obvious isn’t it? But…it really doesn’t speak to me the same way.

Or…we could go with:

the death of Gerald is what pushed them, as a family to rebel against the government until they just lose it with greed and became this evil dictatorship (In the case of the old uh apparently his name is Doctor Done-It and like that´s funny but anyway he was the start of it all? The one that set the example? ) and now we have Shadow in stasis still until the current time/ occurrences just like what happened in canon. Until…

I love any kind of interaction between Metal Sonic and Shadow and Rusty Rose seems like someone that seriously kicks ass, and them together? It would be chaotic, and I just wish I knew how to draw just so I could have them both in a piece.

And if she goes to the good or goes just neutral Chaotic…I would love if she was the one to bring Shadow over…or down. Whatever it Is, its good.

She just walking around with Shadow under her arm, OMG.

Would you believe me if I say that wasn’t what I was planning on writing?

Anyway.

The old man, Doctor Done-it, right? Now, what if he was Gerald?

This is what I mean I say I haven’t thought it out fully? Because if he was Gerald, then what happened with the Ark? What happened with Maria? Did he succeed?

The point is…I want this old man, Doctor Done it whose real name is Gerald, to have this little hoglet just following him around, that´s literally his retirement project. Or his little helper?

Or… Maybe Maria wasn’t sick this time, or maybe it was just a different illness or maybe he succeeded. Maybe she just took a different route to live her live and she is away doing what she loves and Geralds just wants this little thing to protect her and had only her In his eyes after her last bout of depression caused by the death of her cat.

Support animal? For her? For him?

I don’t know :´)

But Sonic comes, you know? And now, I don’t know what will happen with this in the second season, I think he will win over the council but whatever happens he just…sees little grumpy hoglet and goes…no. not this time. :´) not on my watch.

So he takes Little AU! Shadow away from Gerald and gives it to Rebel :´)

I think she´ll give him to whatever version of Vainilla is there? But she would keep around as to actually be the elder sister figure we love Rouge as.

And now because I have Sonadow brainrot….

Sonic really just went around leaving  his chaos energy signature, making ripples wherever he went. And I refuse to believe this…shard or fragment dimension aren’t subject to change and to their own laws and reason of sense…

So now that he was there, that he left a stele of his own being… why wouldn’t he appear on these dimensions, but now as…you know. A resident or being of that dimension.

A young, tiny and blue speedy hedgehog, no more than a kid…just looking at them from underneath a palm tree? To keep going with the theme.

And then we´ll have Nine as an older brother now :´)

And now a more brash, feral Sonic with however you plan on having Shadow act.

Just don’t give me coffee, please, i´ll keep coming up with this ideas.