#do i need to tag these posts as spoilers btw like do any of my followers care abt that. idm either way just lmk

[daz4i]

it’s kinda funny that dazai is here too like he is very much already in jail you do know that right. i don’t think he is wanted anymore

[lunarharp]

if i just told you i love you would this world change

[your-average-art-dealer]

My current First Time Watching™ Epithet Erased experience that I've been messaging my friend in real time through the episode even though they're asleep 👍

I figured if I watched all the other major jello stuff I might as well watch this (plus the aforementioned friend loves it I'm pretty sure)

[manicrouge]

SIN CITY

[𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚁𝚞𝚜𝚜 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛]

[𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍]: 09/02/24

[𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝]: Rorke finds the Ghost's and you fear you're never going to see Keegan again.

[𝙲𝚠]: Major character death, violence, gore, graphic injury, hurt/ comfort, reader goes THROUGH IT, idk if there's anything else.

[𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝]: 7k (exactly btw)

[𝙰/𝙽]: This has literally been in my drafts since Decemeber and I wrote way too much of it to not do anything with it so = I hope this is enough to suffice. Also, this is entirely based off of the mission 'Sin City' in call of duty ghosts, so if you haven't seen or played the game and don't want spoilers then please skip this !! (I would be surprised if you've not seen this yet you're in the Keegan tag.)

Also, if people do enjoy this I am down to write a part two so please let me know :3

ENJOY !!

There may be typos, apologies!!

Please don't post my work anywhere else without my permission !!

‘If I ever went missing, would you go and look for me?'

It was silent for a moment, and after five seconds passed, you turned to look at the man lying beside you. As you observed his features, you realised that his eyes were closed and while you doubted someone’s ability to dose off so quickly, you sure as shit didn’t doubt Keegan’s. His hand on your waist gave him away as it tightened on you, pulling you closer to him.

Opening his eyes, he peered at you with a furrowed brow. ‘The fuck kinda question is that, princess?’ He asked, ‘of course I would. Besides, need you with me,’ he said, ‘who else would I have to watch my back? Didn’t spend all that time training you for you to disappear on me, did I?’

Smug bastard.

'You're full of yourself,' you bit back.

'Good reason to be,' he said, brushing a hand through his black hair, moving his fringe away from his eyebrows, 'I'll consider being humble when I lose you, princess. But that hasn't happened and it won't be happening on my watch, not at all,' he reassured, pulling you closer to him.

You slapped his chest, letting out a heavy sigh, resting your head against his chest. In the dead of the night and the silence in your room, you listen to the thud of his beating heart while held up on a tiny bed. You were practically on top of him, legs intertwined. 

There wasn't anywhere to go, however, and he didn't seem to care about you closeness at that moment. Rather, he settled with the heat of your body much better than he would have settled in a bed with more space.

'You think this'll ever be over?' you mumbled, closing your eyes, 'I'd like to sleep in a bigger bed with you; this ones a little cramped. Maybe even watch something on a TV too.’

'You're free to take the floor if you want to, I'm not stopping you,' he grunted, pinching your waist.

'I'm gonna blow your brains out,' you sleepily mumbled, placing your hand over his. His chest twitches as he lets out a short laugh, folding his arm behind your head so he can brush his fingers through your hair. 'I mean it,' you grumbled.'

'Of course you do, princess,' he said, 'of course you do.'

—

Throughout your training as a Ghost, you gained an understanding that things will never ever be as easy as you wish they were. But, it came with the job, you suppose, whether it was spoken or not. 

Feelings as such only ever drift in when you don’t have a distraction, and the absence of Keegan after Elias sent him to Colorado Springs proved to be bruising. 

Admittedly, you had been apprehensive with Elias’ request, although, in private, you digressed as you noted that Elias is your Captain, and you were to never question your captains judgement. Even when it came to someone that you loved. So, you bit your tongue, and for the first time in what felt like a long time, you allowed yourself to relax. 

But, you have some things you needed to do before you got any sleep, or before you thought about anything else other than Rorke and the Federation. 

‘JSOC’s going to want to move fast on this, so load up before you get any shut eye,’ he advises.

You follow behind him, standing beside Logan as he walked with Hesh and Merrick by his side. Fortunately, the brunt of the experience has been dealt with, you had survived Keegan’s absence overnight, and in a matter of hours, he would be back by your side. Inwardly, you’re embarrassed at your clinginess to him, but deep down you know he enjoys it. 

‘We’ve got six hours until Keegan gets back,’ Elias says. 

Upon the mention of his name, Riley brushes his head against your leg, and you look down at the German Shepherd, rolling your eyes. Leaning down slightly, you scratch his head. ‘Shut up,’ you grumble to the pup when he looks up at you, his tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth. When you pull your hand away, he licks it, staring back at you. With a huff, you fold to his attempt of cuteness, moving your hand to the his head again. 

‘Hold up,’ Merrick says abruptly. 

An arm grabs your forearm suddenly, and you let out a startled breath, though when you look in front of you, you realise you’d almost walked right into Hesh. Exhaling, you turn your head to Logan who gives you a short nod. 

‘Somethin’ feel off to you?’ Merrick asks, turning to Elias.

The man immediately turns to his right, observing a laptop left perched on a desk. He says little for a moment, and when you turn your head away from your Captain, you acknowledge Merrick’s watchful eye as he peers down the scope of his gun, observing the sights through the broad windows located to the left of you. 

‘Security’s working,’ says the man to the right of you. 

Merrick slowly backs away, keeping his eyes trained o the window. You feel your throat tighten as you keep your eyes on the man, his paranoia working well to leave a heavy feeling in your chest. Logan lets go of your arm as he glances at his brother, a look that you don’t miss, and Merrick looks at you. You open your mouth to speak, holding the gun in your hands close to your chest, snapping your head to Riley as the dog begins to bark, glaring directly through he window that Merrick had just kept his eyes trained on. 

While he may be a dog, he is surely not an idiot- in fact, you’re quite sure that Riley is much smarter than many of the people you had encountered when you had been a simple rookie, before Elias had taken you under his wing. He could certainly kill more people, that’s for sure. 

It all seems to happen in slow motion, and the night you had spent prior seems to dissipate in one moment. There’s this hissing, you hear it from below, and before you have time to contemplate what exactly it is, a black can is thrown over the balcony, a train of green smoke pouring from out of the top of it.

‘Fuck,’ you curse, ‘get out!’ you yell, watching as another two cans containing the same foul smelling gas are tossed over  the balcony, hitting the ground with a clink.

As you begin to sprint, you find the air around you is similar to the air you breathed whenever you were spending time with Keegan on his smoke break. All oxygen left your lungs as you broke into a sprint, your eyes water, and before you know it, you falling down to the ground, gasping for air as you feel your eyes grow heavy. 

In the midst of the panic and over the thumping of your heart in your chest, you hear Elias call out, ‘Riley, hide!’ before breaking out into a fit of coughs.

You wretch, clawing at the ground in some form of futile attempt to escape, but nothing works as you watch Logan collapse right before you, spewing out violent coughs. Never have you felt so defenceless, so weak as you succumb to the gas, the world around you growing blurry before fading into complete darkness. 

—

‘What are you doing up, kid?’ Keegan asks, seeing you appear beside him.

Letting out a small yawn, your boots crunch against a few stray rocks as you approach him, taking a seat against the rock he was leaning on, looking out at the remnants of No Mans Land. Logan and Hesh had regarded it as their home, as did their father, though, you couldn’t really picture the place without the addition of a crater which grew every day, claiming the lives of old rickety buildings and unsuspecting wildlife.

It was a sorry sight to see for sure, and inwardly, you were happy you never had the misfortune of seeing your own home falling to pieces.

‘You need sleep,’ he said, taking a drag from the cigarette between his lips. 

Your eyebrows raise as you look at him, crossing your arms over yourself. ‘I thought you said you didn’t smoke,’ you say, 'you're a liar.'

You didn’t miss the way he rolled his eyes at your comment, and when he pulls it from his lips, exhaling a cloud of grey smoke, he chuckles. ‘Thought I told you not to hang onto every little thing I tell you, princess,’ he stated, ‘seems like we’re both guilty of doing something we’re not supposed to, hm?’

Placing the cigarette between his lips again, he turns his attention to you, noting that you’d crinkled your nose as the smoke he’d exhaled blew back into your face. ‘You can handle the fuckin’ dust in the battlefield, but the moment you smell a cigarette you fold?’ he mocks, laughing.

Your brow furrows at his comment and you fought of the urge to rip the cigarette out of his mouth. Instead, you allowed him to have his silly little cancer stick knowing that, if you did so something so cruel, he was sure to be upset at you, no matter how close the pair of you were. Cigarettes were difficult to come by and you liked him enough to let him have one in peace. 

—

When the world fades in, you’re moving.

You don’t know how, and for a short second, you’re convinced you’ve died. But, when you take a sharp breath and feel your lungs burning, you’re crudely brought back to life. When you look ahead of you, you witness two soldiers trailing behind you. Keeping your head bowed, you wince at the dizziness wrecking your tired mind, attempting to hold your breath in fear of the due ache in your lungs.

Swallowing, your mouth is dry and you feel the urge to vomit as your head keeps swaying from side to side. Your limbs feel like jelly, fluid. You can hear them talking, although, everything seems miles away from you, and you feel your eyes water as the tightness in your chest grows. If they know you’re here, do they know where Keegan is? The thought sends a chill down your spine, and in your delirious state, you declare that you will kill anyone who even dared to touch even a hair on his head. Even if it meant your death too. 

‘That all you got you piece of shit?!’

It’s Merrick, you recognise his tone from anywhere, it nearly shatters your delirious state entirely, though, the grip on the back of your collar tightens as your pulled away from him.

There’s more shouting and a loud smack, Merrick, you imagine, is on the receiving end of such a hit. A Ghost in true fashion, that’s for sure. As you attempt to lift your head again, you find the world growing dark once more, and, while you feel as though you should fight against it just as you had seen him do, you allow yourself to fall back into the abyss as you feel your lung burning and throat swelling. 

—

There’s a screeching when you come back around, a vile ringing in your ears. ‘Well, I guess if you want something done right, do it yourself.’ 

Your blood runs cold.

As you slowly begins to lift your head, a hand grabs your face, forcing your head up. The light protruding from the window to the left of you is nearly bruising, and when the hand holding your face successfully tilts your head up, your eyes meet with Rorkes. He looks down at you with a wrinkled smirk, his hold tightening on your hair, yanking it harder. You wince at the pressure as he keeps his eyes on you.

‘You’re finally awake,’ he acknowledges, pushing your head down, letting go of your hair. ‘Good.’

He walks away from you, and as you look around, you note that Hesh is sitting directly across from you, Logan is to the right of you, and Elias is to your left.

As you continue to look around, your face pales at the disappearance of Merrick, and while you sit, you recall the faint memory in your banging head of the man being surrounded by Federation soldiers.

He’s smart, you think, you could leave that bastard in a forest with a knife and he’d have his own fuckin’ city in a month. He’s fine. 

‘Nice to have the family back together, isn’t it?’ Rorke asks, looking to Elias. The man shows no fear, looking the devil right in the eyes with a stoic expression on his face. ‘One thing, though,’ he says, ‘we’re just missin’ our quiet friend, aren’t we?’ he says.

Your heart calms at such a statement.

He doesn’t have him, he’s fine, he’s safe.

You expect him to keep his eyes trained on Elias, counting on the fact that he is the Captain, but, he turns his head over his shoulder and looks at you. Heaving a heavy sigh, he turns his back to Elias, placing his hands down on his knees, ‘where’s Keegan?’

Looking him in the eyes, you spite your dry throat as the muscles in your neck contort and you muster up a mouthful of phlegm. He keeps his eyes trained on you, and you lung forward, a spray of mucus and saliva coating his face. ‘Fuck you,’ you heave, ‘I’m not telling you a fuckin’ thing,’ you sharply state.

He looks at you with wide eyes, standing up and wiping his face with the palm of his hand. 

‘Damn bitch has got some fight in her, doesn't she?’ he laughs, turning to Elias, ‘not your daughter by blood, but by attitude… fuck me, Elias, you’ve got yourself a mini me!’ he exclaims. You bite your lip, taking a deep breath as you look at your Captain with bleary eyes. Grabbing the back of the man’s chair, he pulls it to him. Elias’ gaze doesn’t leave his. ‘Where is he?’ he slowly questions. 

There’s a moment of silence.

‘You know I’m not telling you a damn thing,’ he spits, baring his teeth in his direction.

Never have you seen the man so agitated, his bruised face flushed red, his split lip oozing with blood, a thin line of it trailing down his chin. He looks like a savage beast as the sunlight behind him renders his features darker than typical, and the curve of his lips when he addresses Rorke even sends a shiver up your spine.

Of course, a Ghost was loyal to his own until death, and even then, they were buried down to watch over them. Once a Ghost, always a Ghost. Elias proved his worth much more than Rorke ever could, and while you wondered what exactly they had done to break the man who Elias had described as ‘one hell of a Ghost,’ but one thing was for certain. A man who broke was not a Ghost. Never was, and never would be.

’Go fuck yourself,’ Elias hisses.

Rorke laughs, nodding his head, letting go of the back of his chair. It lands with a clatter, and you watch as the man continues to nod to himself.

‘Dangerous fuckin’ game you’re playing,’ he states, and you watch as his right hand moves from the front of him, trailing around to the side where his pistol sat in his holster.

He’s gonna shoot Elias. Your eyes grow wide as you watch the man retrieve his weapon. Your muscles tensing as he holds it out in front of him. It’s aimed right at his chest, overing above his heart. ‘Well, let's see if I can change your mind,’ he exhales. 

BANG.

In a moment, his hand whips around, and when the trigger is pulled, all the air in your lungs exudes like puss from a pimple.

The shot causes your ears to ring. It’s loud, and everything is fuzzy. For a moment, you look up in search of the wound, hoping that the bullet had not went through your Captains skull. Only, when you look in his direction, you see the smoking pistol pointed directly at you. Your eyes grow wide, and you let out a short breath.

You heard the gun go off, the bullet had to be somewhere. And then, you felt a wetness pooling against your thighs. Everything seemed to move slowly when you raised your head up, looking across to Hesh with wide eyes. 

I’m going to die, I’m going to die and Keegan isn’t here with me.

As you manage to get a short breath in, agony hits you like a truck and you lean over without a second thought.

I’m going to die.

All you training, everything, how to stop the bleeding, none of it matters; you’re truly at the disposal of the enemy and there’s nothing you can do. Not even you Captain can do anything. 

‘NO!’ Elias screams, dragging you back into the moment. 

Between the thudding beats of your heart, you hear Hesh screaming out bloody murder, thrashing against the ropes that keep him tied to the chair, ‘Son of a bitch!’ he screams, looking directly at Rorke, ‘I’m going to kill you! You hear me? I’m going to fucking kill you!'

A shaky breath leaves you as your eyes well with tears, and when you look down, you gulp hard at the sight of a wound oozing blood. Your throat tightens as you feel your entire body grow hot.

‘Easy junior,’ Rorke warns with a disapproving tone. You keep your head bowed as his shadow looms over you, ‘I ain’t even started with you yet,’ he chuckles.

Keegan, where’s Keegan- I’m going to die.

Your eyes sting as your trembling hands press against the rope, pulling against them. You need to get out of there otherwise you are going to die. 

Elias calls your name, you hear it, he shouts it, yet, it seems so quiet.

'Look at me!’ he demands, and while everything in you is telling you to keep your eyes trained on the wound, you force your head up, sniffing hard as you look your Captain in the eyes. At the very least, even if Keegan isn’t there with you, you have him.

Elias, you captain, your military father. There have been plenty of jokes made during particularly bleak moments in missions where Hesh and Logan have likened you to their sister. It's an honour, truly, to know that they were your brothers no matter relation, and Elias entertained the idea that you were the daughter he had never had. 

Rorke appears behind him and it’s then that you don’t realise how many seconds are passing. Every single second feels like an hour, and you’re more than aware that every second passing is yet another drop of wasted blood. You’re running on borrowed fucking time, and there’s Rorke, the big fucking man he is, parading around in front of you like he’s a jester. ‘That’s right,’ he chuckles, placing his hand on Elias shoulder, ‘that’s it,’ he sighs, ‘show him how much pain he’s causing you right now.’

‘Keegan will kill you,’ you rasp out, stifling a short whimper as you clench your teeth. ‘And if he doesn’t, then I will.’

You’re more than aware of the situation your in and your pessimism seems to waver with your consciousness as a sudden boost of adrenaline fills you with defiance. If you’re going to die, you might as well run your tongue; the worst thing that can happen in this moment is him simply putting you out of your misery. 

Rorke laughs at your threats, ‘you see,’ he begins, ‘funny think about your old Captain here,’ he stops himself for a moment, shoving Elias as he resumes his position, looking you in the eyes, ‘He lets his men die to save his own ass,’ he states, turning his attention away from you, turning his attention back to the Captain.

Exhaling shakily, you look over to Hesh and Logan who return a look equally as frightened. Never have you seen the pair of them appear so apprehensive, although, you definitely don’t miss the look of anger. No, even though the look isn’t intended for you, you feel a chill run up your spine. 

‘Dammit, Rorke,’ Elias yells, ‘this is between you and me!’

The world seems like its on a merry-go-round, twisting and turning leaving a delightful fuzziness in your head. Adrenaline is pupping through you, and you’re thankful for the emotion, for, if you didn’t have it, you very well would have been out like a light. Your hands continue to pull against the ties of your rope, and while your wrists are burning from the constant pulling and tugging, you breath a short sigh of relief when you feel them loosening. Whoever tied it clearly weren’t trained in the art of kidnapping. 

‘Leave my kids out of it!’ Elias demands.

You feel your heart warm at his sentiment, giving you all the more fight to get out of these damn binds. Works gun is right next to him, you can get it, you can reach for it, and you can blow that fuckers brains out. 

‘You’re talking to a superior Lieutenant,’ Rorke says, pacing back and forward, before finding his way right back to Elias. Looking down at the man, he calmly speaks, ‘show some discipline.’

You feel your face grow warm listening to their exchange. 

‘You were never one of us, you’re not a Ghost,’ Elias cruelly says, turning his face away from Rorke, looking down to the ground. Rorke hums, turning his attention back towards you.

The ties are growing looser, they’re getting there, you can almost get your hand out of them, yet, you maintain poker face as you look up at Rorke. 

‘Well,’ Rorke breathes, ‘that’s just cause I’m better than you!’ he exclaims, keeping his eyes trained on you. You watch as they narrow, it’s a subtle one, one that you had noted during parring matches with rookies.

As Keegan had taught you, when soldiers get lazy, they give themselves away and it’s always in the eyes.

Your eyes dart to his hands, seeing him clench his fists as he snaps his body around, driving his fist into Elias’ face. The man falls to the side with a grunt as Rorke takes a short breath before raising his other fist, ‘I’ve always been better than you!’ he seethes, punching that man again. Elias tilts his head back against the chair, and you watch as both Logan and Hesh begin to fight much harder against their restraints. Either way, someone was getting out and Rorke was going to pay. ‘But you… you call yourself a Ghost?!’ he barks, hating Elias again. 

As he looks down on Elias, you pull a hand free from the ties. Keeping your eyes trained on Rorke, you look down at his gun, gritting your teeth. ‘You’re nothing! You and your kids, you’re dead!’ he declares.

Wrong move.

With his proud declaration, you push yourself up from out of the chair, snatching his pistol from out of the holster on his thigh. Such, unfortunately, doesn’t go unnoticed by Rorke as he whips around, grabbing your arms, forcing the pistol up. You place your hands against his, using all the strength you can muster to pull the gun away from him. 

Nothing moves him, however. 

But he’s a monster, he likes to play with his food.

He’s not using all his strength, he’s taking it easy on you, and you’re still losing. As he does so, he laughs in your ear. ‘Oh,’ he gasps, ‘she’s still got a little life in her,’ he laughs aloud, positioning the gun so your pointing it directly at Elias. ‘Didn’t he ever tell you not to aim guns at people?’ You grunt, driving your foot against his boot, feeling his grip falter for a moment. You attempt to move the gun upwards, your finger pressed against the trigger. Everything burns. Everything hurts. But you’re not going to stop, you’re going to kill this bastard even if it kills you. 

Unfortunately he’s a scummy man, and as punishment for you stomping on his foot, he drives an elbow into your stomach, winding you.

Your hold falters- you almost fall to the floor- but he keeps you up on your feet, and through gritted teeth declares, ‘they could go off!’ His finger jams against your pressed against the trigger, a loud shot ringing in your ears. You watch a Elias throws his head to the side as a bullet drives through his chest. You fight against him harder, shaking your head. ‘That’s is!’ He grunts, ‘just a little more that way,’ he instructs you, forcing your hand further to the right. You actively pull away as the both of you fight against each other. Tears are running down your faces at that moment, every pull and tug driving the bullet in your stomach further and further. 

‘Dammit, Rorke, STOP!’ Hesh begs. 

 ‘Point it… at…’ another shot is fired, and Elias takes it with a grunt, 'your Captain.’

As though taking candy from a baby, he lets go of your hands, plucking it out of your sweaty grasp. Gunpowder invades your nostrils as he lets you go. Rookie mistake, you hear it in your head, but it isn't your voice. It's Keegan's.

You wobble on your feet, staggering backwards as your get your bearings. What you need to do is untie Logan who is right behind you, and then when he's distracted you can get to Hesh. Yet, as you step back and begin to move towards Logan, Rorke whips around to face you again driving the butt of the pistol into your face. It hits you with a crude thwack, a stoke of colour meeting your gaze as you fail to catch yourself, tumbling to the ground.

Logan screams out as you fall to the ground, and you tense as you brace for impact. You land with a thud, a broken cry escaping your lips when you feel the bullet lodge in your stomach dig further in.

The pain leaves you gasping an you clench your teeth as the room spins. Nausea spread through you as you lay there attempting to collect yourself, gulping back the urge to vomit.  Resting your palm against the ground, you begin to attempt to pick yourself up. If you can just make it to Logan, you can make everything right.

Keeping your eyes trained on Elias, you watch as Rorke circles him as a shark did its pray. Both Hesh and Logan are calling you for you, the rattle of their chair thumping causing your ears to ring. Licking your dry lips, you tense when Rorke turns back to you, pointing the pistol in his hand directly at your head.

‘You got fire in you, kid,’ he breathlessly confesses, ‘I like that… risking your life to protect your Captain,’ he chuckles, leaning into Elias, pressing his finger against his chest. ‘You could learn something from her, Elias.’

‘She’s my daughter,’ he croaks. 

‘Yeah,’ Rorke nods, glancing at you, ‘and she’s gonna get to watch you die. Her and your boys.'

Shot after shot is fired, every bang against you to witness as you grab your stomach, pressing down against the wound to keep yourself from losing more blood than necessary. You’re far too dazed to get up and fight against the man who saw the very life of your Captain as some sort of joke. So, you watch, helpless, as Rorke empties a clip into Elias.

‘No! No! Dad!’ Hesh cries. His face is red as he frashes against the ties keeping him from his father, the very sight making your headache. His tone is piercing as he carelessly spits out curses at the man before him. ‘I’ll kill you, you hear me?’ he screams, ‘I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch! I’m going to kill you! Motherfucker!’ 

The worlds a little blurry. 

Your eyelids grow heavy, and when you force the open upon hearing a thud right in front of you, you’re surprised to see Elias’ face meters away from yours. You fight against the urge to drift off. You’re not going to die, you’re getting out of this and you’re seeing Keegan again- you can't die.

‘You did well,’ Elias breathes, looking at you. Your blood runs cold at the sight of blood seeping onto the ground, ‘I’m proud of you, you and my boys,’ he utters, wheezing for a single breath of air. His lips are blue as he stares at you, your eyes welling with tears as you're forced to watch as the man struggles for his last breaths.

Rorke’s boot is planted firmly on top of his head, and you catch your Captain glancing up at the man.

For the very first time, you see fear in his eyes. It's a dastardly look, mixing with the loss of blood in an unappealing manner as his face grows sickeningly pale. Something tells you that Elias Walker is scared of dying.

No Ghost is to be scared of death, that's not who we are.

But, we're scared of losing each other.

Elias Walker is scared of losing his family, of leaving them behind.

Rorke sighs, pushing his boot further down, leaning down to press the muzzle of the pistol against his forehead.

Keegan, please.

‘Oh… you are right, Elias,’ breathes the man, ‘I’m not a Ghost,’ he grins. There's a pause in his words, and you find yourself searching for some form of sickly hope that just in the nick of time, there will be a bullet in Rorke's head rather than Elias'.

Rorke remains tall and as he licks his thin lips and eyes Elias, you find a dismal pit in your stomach that you know you're never going to recover from.

‘I’m the man that hunts them, and sends them back to the other side.’ 

With that, he pulls the trigger. 

You scrunch your eyes shut as you hear the rattle of the man's chest, a wet pray covering your face. Your lips form into a thin line as you choke out a broken sob, and when you bring your lips together again, the metallic taste of your Captains blood. Behind you, you can hear both Logan and Hesh sobbing, the anger the pair of the showed silently dissipated into grief.

The rustle of fabric in front of you unnerves you, and you attempt to turn away from Elias' corpse, letting out a startled breath when a shadow looms over you and you're grabbed.

'Leave her alone,' begs Logan, 'you got what you wanted. Leave her be... please.'

Rorke holds you in his arms like a child would a doll, and to your surprise, he guides you back into the chair you had jumped out from, forcing you back into it.

Standing back from the three of you, he rubs his mouth with his hand, his lips curling into a small grin as he hums to himself. 'Some talent is between you kids,' he says, 'real shame you're fighting the wrong side of this war, really, it is.'

—

Much to your pleasure, you find Merrick alive.

Despite your doubts prior, you knew well the man was capable of surviving. After the execution of Elias, Rorke left you with his soldiers and you, Hesh, Logan and Merrick were all forced onto your knees, kneeling on the balcony where the attack had first initially ensued. You’re unsure as to how much time had passed, but you were sure the wound was not getting any better as every time you shifted, you fell light headed. 

The soldiers that had been observing you receive something on the radio, although, your entire body is hot and your ears are ringing, the memory of Elias’ face stuck in your head as you were forced to witness his death close and personal. You’re quite sure there is residue on of the crime on your face, so, you keep your head bowed, out of the way of both Logan and Hesh who look completely broken. 

‘You alright?’ Logan whispers.

You’re shaking, but you nod your head. 

‘Just Peachy, L, don’t worry about it,’ you utter, keeping your head down. 

A shadow is cast over you and you catch sight of the boots of three soldiers.

‘The boss wants the girl alive,’ says one of them, causing you to snap your head upwards, looking at the three of them.

The one in the middle is pointing at you, marking you out of the crowd while the other two simply observe. 

You feel dirty. 

The man beside him nods his head, grabbing his pistol from his holster, aiming it at Hesh, while the other one approaches Logan, repeating the process.

It’s terribly calculated, killing both of the brothers, clearing the world of Elias once and for all at the same time. You keep your eyes trained on Hesh, eyes occasionally drifting to the window as you sit and wait. Planting the pistol firmly against Hesh’s head, you hear Logan grunt beside you. Hesh moves to the side, his forearms tensing, preparing for the shot. At the very last, they’re showing them mercy. They could have slit their throats, left them to drown in their own blood, yet, they’re making it easy.

One shot to the head. 

Then you see him. 

A small flicker of light in the distance. 

The light at the end of the tunnel.

The glass shatters, the man holding the gun to Hesh’s head stumbling down onto his knees, his hand firmly planted against his chest. It all happens so fast, the man beside him stands dazed, looking at his colleague. Another shot is fired, going right through the mans skull. A spray of brain, blood and skull covers you as the man fulls forward.

‘HESH, LOGAN! NOW!’ Merrick demands, the pair of them jumping to their feet. 

Logan shoves the guard to the ground, pulling him away from you while Hesh and Merrick rush two of two of the soldiers by the balcony. The awestruck soldier is left to you and you watch as he rushes forward, pulling the gun from the corpse of the dead soldier. Fortunately, Hesh manages to grab the rifle from off of the solider standing on the balcony, elbowing him in the stomach. Rushing up to you, he hits the back of the mans guns with the butt of the rifle, causing the man to fall to his knees. You watch with wide eyes as the solider attempts to rush up to him while Hesh fights with the other one. 

Another shot is fired. 

The soldier behind Hesh falls to the ground. 

‘I got you! Go!’ Merrick yells as more shots are fired.

The rest of the soldiers standing behind are dropped. To the right of you, you hear a gunshot as you stand up, watching Logan push himself up from off of the ground, the blood of a Federation soldier soaking into his t-shirt as he steps over the corpse. Grabbing the pistol discarded on the ground, Logan quickly fires a shot through the head of the solider Hesh is fighting with. A bullet whizzes past you, and without a second thought, you snap around, firing two shots directly into a soldier to the right of you. There are more shots from the right of you, and when the final body drops, you exhale. 

‘You okay, Merrick?’ Logan asks as Merrick unties the ropes around his wrists. ‘Rib’s broken, but I can move,’ he reassures, rushing up to Hesh. 

Logan pulls himself free, immediately approaching you, ripping off the edge of his t-shirt. You watched with a furrowed brow as he eyes you. 

‘Need to keep you from bleeding all over the place,’ he states, ‘c’mere,’ he instructs. You step forwards and he hands you the scrap from his t-shirt. Pressing it against the wound, you groan as he wraps the rope around you waist, trying it tightly around your waist. ‘Keegan’ll kill us if you lose a drop more blood… lost enough today too,’ he says, tying it tightly. ‘You still good to fight?’ 

‘Always,’ you say.

Holding his hand out, the pair of you bump fists and for the first time since this morning, you feel the dread swirling in your blood slowly coming to a stop. 

‘We got to get going,’ Merrick sharply states, marching ahead of the free of you. Hesh follows after him. ‘Keegan, we’re up and moving, get here as soon as you can,’ he instructs.

You look at his back in surprise, your own hand falling to your ear piece realising thatchy hadn’t taken them off of you.

‘Check… I’ll meet you in the kitchen,’ confirms the voice you have missed so terribly.

You clear your throat, wincing as you proceed forward, following after Merrick. Part of you wants him to say something to you, to tell you that everything is going to be okay, but you understand that doing such would absolutely be irresponsible, so, you busy yourself listening to Merrick. 

‘We need to make it to the west side of the building,’ he states, ‘it’s the best chance of getting out of here.’ You nod silently, taking a moment to take a breath. Everything was going to be fine, and in the end of this, you were going to have Rorke’s head in your hands. ‘You still good to fight, Eclipse?’ 

‘Always,’ you give a short nod, ‘bleedings calmed,’ you confirm, despite the burning causing you legs to wobble slightly. In due time it will be over, all of this ill be a distant memory. Just push on a little longer, that’s all you have to do. 

‘Shh.. noise behind the door,’ Hesh warns as he approaches it, ‘lets make this quick.’

—

As you push through the room, you exhale when a voice calls, 'I'm almost there,' Keegan confirms as your brow furrows, a particularly step sending a shot of pain through your stomach up your back.

You clamp your mouth shut as you whimper, your dry mouth longing for a drop of water. Eventually, this will be over, you just had to stick to it. He's almost here, you just have to keep pushing on. That's the only thing you can do.

Just keep fighting.

'You better find a place to hide, though, lotta guys headed right to you,' he warns.

You want to complain upon hearing such, why can it never just be easy? Everything has to be difficult, no matter what you're doing, you can never just catch a break.

‘Key,’ you exhale seeing the man standing before you.

His hardened haze softens upon catching sight of you, and you waste no time rushing up to him, throwing your arms around him. While unprofessional, you feel no shame in confessing that you were going to die without him, and if anything, you were deserving of this moment. The hug you share is brief as he grabs your forearms checking you over.

He stops when he sees your stomach. 

Merrick curses and falls to the ground, ‘shit,’ he hisses, attempting to push himself up off of the ground. As you look back to Keegan, the pair of you turn your attention towards the doors behind you, hearing voices edging closer and closer.

Grabbing you, he looks to Hesh and Logan, ‘get him up,’ he demands, gently guiding you into the room behind you. ‘We gotta hide, not gonna be able to take them,’ he states, pulling you to the side. ‘What the fuck happened?’ he whispers as Logan and Hesh quickly help Merrick inside the room.

You feel his hand against your stomach, wincing as he looks at you. The pressure on your stomach falters as he pulls his hand away, observing a wet patch in his gloves.  

‘Got shot talking back to Rorke,’ you confess, and while you’re sure it’s something you certainly should not be proud of, you speak with a glowing tone as you look at him. Besides, he trained you all those years ago, why should you be ashamed?

'Logan thought fast, used the rope he tied us up with to try and stop the bleeding,’ you mumble. His gaze hardens as he looks at you, and you swear you can see his Adams apple bobbing beneath his mask. Gently he pushes you behind him, helping you to the ground. Looking over his shoulder, he reaches his hand behind him, squeezing your knee. 

It’s so quiet, yet you feel as though your heart is going to burst. 

You place your bloody, shaking hand over his and offer him a wavering smile. He takes it in for a moment before snapping back into action. His hand is pulled from your knee and you’re left alone. 

'Turn that radio down,' Merrick hisses as Hesh helps him down

He hums as the doors burst open. Pushing you behind him, you all sit and watch as shadows pass you by.

And then the world begins to still. You're unable to describe just what it is you're feeling, although, despite the weight and severity of everything happening around you, you feel light as a feather. Your clothes are soaked at this point and in spite of your efforts, you find your breathing slowing as you lean against the wall.

Clumsily, you reach your had out to latch onto the floor as you feel an overwhelming drowsiness hit you. You've put in all the work and effort you can muster, yet, you've tried from it and as you wade through the mush of panicked voices and the thudding of your heartbeat in your ears, you succumb to your body's desperation and fully close your eyes, wading into the quiet of the stream.

[wystiix]

"just take it slow, and move your feet to the beat."

❥ pairing: furina x gn!reader ❥ synopsis: So it's all finally over, Furina was free from the restraints of the curse and now she could live as a normal human being. Oh, but oh shit! What is it like to live as a human? A very strange concept to grasp indeed. ❥ cw: post-archon quest spoilers (fontaine), angst, first fic so it may be a bit ew but anyways ❥ additional tags: second pov perspective, reader is not traveler ❥ word count: 2.7k ❥ notes: remind me to NEVER write again because what the shit why is this so long. but yeah anyways my first fic woohoo 🗣️🗣️ i jsut want to get this out of my drafts like please this has been bugging me I HAVE SCHOOL TOO OMLKSDJSAJ. also this is kinda based off my last relationship cuz like my ex pushed me away and allat yk (i'm praying to god they don't see this). but ye reader is kinda a bitch like towards the end btw. i wrote this mainly in a romantic perspective, but this can also be interpreted as platonic!! yahoo enjoy <33

Humans are complex beings.

Tapestries of contradictions, thoughts and emotions, all woven together into the fabric of mere existence. They can wear masks, putting them on as a display for the appeal of others. Other times, they put on a mask to deceive—making others believe they are something that they are not. Perhaps if they fake it just a little more to an extent, even the divine could be fooled.

People may do it to gain approval. Others may do it for self-satisfaction. Whatever their reason, they have the choice to remove their mask at any point.

Furina, on the other hand, had to put on that facade for five hundred years. All that, in order to fool the Heavenly Principles and to free Fontaine from its prophecy.

In that, she succeeded.

Ever since Focalors’ execution, she was freed from the curse that had been laid upon her for centuries. The restraints and pressure to conform to the public persona she had put on to please the citizens of Fontaine. That, of course, meant that she could finally live her life. Not as an Archon, but as a normal human being.

But how does one conform to the reality of human existence? Especially since she’d been in the guise of a god her entire life?

Furina was so used to presenting herself as a performer for so long that the experiences of mortals and her identity have been fractured and completely out of reach. She couldn’t even begin to grasp the nuances of mundane human interactions. Usually, she’d sit around, observing the humans– people around her. 

Differences flurried.

Some faces radiated with joy and their laughter could be heard like a choir of tinkling bells in the air. Others wept, perhaps even grieving, in the arms of their loved ones. Arguments erupted in one corner, and people’s raised voices could be heard.

Different faces and different emotions, all in one area. Very common human experiences—they all acted differently too.

As she continued to observe, it was apparent that they all had something quite similar: they all seemed genuine and had someone there to stick with them. If one person cracked a joke, they had someone to laugh with. If they were crying, they had someone’s shoulder to cry on.

Amidst all, the realisation struck her. It was painfully clear and it was being shoved right at her face. There was something they possessed that Furina herself lacked: authenticity.

Everything she did for the past five hundred years was an act. And she did it alone.

Sure, she was well-known throughout Fontaine—she did make sure to flaunt herself with a sprinkle of dramatic flair to protect her title as an “Archon” of the nation and to be seen as capable. She also had assistance from her Iudex, Neuvillette, working closely with him.

Other than that, she never had many friends throughout her life. She was lonely. Now that she wasn’t an “Archon” anymore, she felt she wasn’t needed. It was like she was going to get discarded now that she wasn’t making that false claim anymore.

That was until she met you.

You were but a passerby, strolling through the city, when the sound of soft sniffles caught your attention. Your footsteps led you outside the Opera Epiclese. There by the fountain, you caught a glimpse of Furina’s figure hunched over, her tears glistening in the faint light of dusk. The evening air was thick as you observed her from a distance. You hesitated, not wanting to intrude on her in her sorrowful and seemingly private state. Oh, but your empath instincts were acting up. Something urged you forward.

You took one step. Then another. And another. Until you found yourself standing before her, just a few feet away to keep a distance, each movement being out of impulse. Was your body on auto-pilot, perhaps? It wasn’t until—

“Lady Furina, is everything alright?” you asked gently.

Furina looked up at the sound of your voice, a little startled. Shit, was she not crying silently enough? In an attempt to mask the redness in her eyes, she quickly wiped her tears away and straightened up to her usual composed demeanour. Her crying was not a pretty sight, and she definitely did not want a passerby to see her in this state.

“I’m perfectly fine,” she lied in between sniffles, her voice wavering despite the attempt to appear nonchalant.

You stared at her. “Uhm, you sure? Your eyes seem all… puffy.”

Furina blinked, caught off-guard by your simple observation. “Puffy?” she echoed. She glanced down at the water fountain to examine her face.

While she was aware of the fact that she was not blessed enough to be a pretty crier, she may have underestimated how ugly crying actually was, because sweet Celestia she looked like she’d been stung by twenty angry bees. Her eyes were not only puffed up as you have mentioned, but her dark circles were more prominent, and her cheeks appeared inflamed and swollen.

“It’s nothing!” she insisted, waving her hand dismissively. Though, her gaze faltered as she glanced away from you.

You weren’t convinced. “It doesn’t seem like nothing.”

“But it is nothing. It’s not like I’m crying. I’m just…” she trailed off, unable to form a proper sentence. “Just… don’t look at me like this. I’m not particularly at my best look as of right now, and I’d hate to display myself openly to a citizen. It’s humiliating.”

The air was thick with shrouded silence, and her closed-off body language indicated her hesitance to continue this awkward conversation. 

“Hey, I don't know if this means much hearing from a citizen as you call it,” you said. “But it's okay to cry. I'm not going to judge you for it.”

Furina blinked at you, her tears still cascading down her cheeks.

You shifted awkwardly in your spot, attempting to stand straight. “I may be a stranger and all, but I consider myself a good listener,” you professed, before briefly rubbing the back of your neck. “Then again, you don't have to talk about it if you're not keen to. I apologise for intruding. I could always go—”

“No, actually, uhm,” she cleared her throat. “I could use some company. I suppose that I, Furina, shall grant you the honour to grace you with mine own presence. Sit with me, dearest commoner.”

She patted the empty spot next to her, and you complied.

“My apologies, it seems I haven't introduced myself properly. I'm [Name],” you say.

She nodded. “Furina. As you may have already known.”

And from that simple interaction alone, a newfound bond blossomed, akin to a beautiful rose that had just sprouted in a garden. That day, being the best throughout her whole five-hundred years of living, because she made the greatest decision ever—giving you a chance to sit with her and opening up to you, because then, she could also have the chance to be with you.

Furina had a mass amount of free time in her hands now that she was, well, free. And she was more than willing to do it all with you.

People like you were difficult to come by. You were attentive, open-minded, considerate and caring. Throughout your time with her, you’ve always adhered to her needs—from surfing with her, to purchasing her most-wanted item in her shopping list no matter how useless, to actually reading any book she recommended, to watching her direct a film. It was not like she could complain, you both thoroughly enjoyed each other's company.

Ah. Was this what she was missing out on throughout her whole life? She felt much calmer and… happier. She’d never known such a feeling, the fact that she was able to let her guard down around you, the warmth seeping through her entire being. Furina was starting to appreciate the little gestures, the little mundane experiences humans experienced through you.

Even so, a sense of doubt crept into her head, agonisingly swallowing her being little by little. There was a shitload of things she was capable of doing, she is the Furina who acted without any celestial or divine powers, which was beyond impressive. But when it came to relying on others, she was practically braindead and felt completely lost. Her first instinct was to isolate herself and push others away and you were no exception.

However, you stayed patient, trying to be the attentive and understanding person you were and listened intently.

“It’s like learning a new dance,” you would say as you stroked her hair, gently wiping her tears away. “You don’t aimlessly move around and expect to make a cohesive dance routine. It takes patience, taking baby steps and feeling the rhythm. Just take it slow, and move your feet to the beat.” You paused before adding, “I promise, I’ll always be here.”

She nodded, leaning into your touch. “And I promise to show you the same amount of affection you’ve given to me.”

One, two, three. Each basic step, slow and deliberate. Miss Furina had familiarised herself with performing arts, so it wasn’t a surprise that she was skilled in the area of dancing. This time, she was following your lead.

It almost made her feel bad that you'd be willing to do anything for her.

One, two, three.

However, like a rose in the garden, it was bound to die eventually. 

For your sake, she’d often mask whenever she felt any sort of negativity and play it off as something foolish. Hell, it felt foolish and idiotic. How dare she feel that way after the countless times you’ve reassured her?

One, two, three.

Whenever she felt out of sync and faltered, she would retreat immediately, often needing time alone by herself. You didn’t press further and would watch her isolate herself in her room. The rhythm was quite unfamiliar, but you shrugged it off. Perhaps it’d be something she’d get over and will be fixed eventually?

One, two, three.

That didn’t happen. It happened more and more often. The breaks occurred frequently, and Furina grew increasingly distant from you. The promise you bestowed grew emptier and emptier each passing day. 

One, two, three.

But she is trying her best. She really is. It’s been hard.

One, two, three.

“Hey, I’m not going to do anything. Just take it slow, breathe. Take a deep breath in… and out.”

One, two, three.

It had been months, almost a year now. You felt as though you were the one shouldering the burden of this relationship, leaving you utterly drained.

One, two, three.

The metronome ticked. The rhythm was far too unfamiliar for you.

One, two, three.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

Furina looked at you as you stood by her door, confusion etching her features. “Pardon?”

You sighed heavily. “How long will this last? Do I not matter to you?”

“...What prompted this?”

“I'm not sure, maybe for the past few months you’ve been actively avoiding me and completely shutting down my efforts to help you?”

“No, [Name], it’s not that! You just don’t understand. I just… I just need some time—”

“Don’t understand what, exactly?” you snapped. “I'm trying my best to be patient with you, I really am but I can’t do that if every fucking thing is about you. I feel like I’m the only one trying to put effort into this, but you keep pushing me away. It’s like you don’t even fucking care. C'est exaspérant, I’m tired.”

Her lip trembled and she could feel the tears form in the corners of her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Shove it up your ass, Furina,” you place a hand on your forehead as if you were pushing back the impending headache that was forming. “I don’t want to hear it. How about instead of spouting empty apologies, you actually do something and try to put in some real effort, yeah?”

“But I am trying!” she protested.

"Sure you are. You don't even seem like you acknowledge the things I'm doing for you,” you retorted, trying to ignore the fat tear that rolled down her cheek. You averted your gaze away from her and got ready to leave. “I’ll just go.”

Furina’s heart dropped, more tears spilled from her eyes. She got up to grab your arm. “Wait, please. Don’t leave.”

You stood still, not turning your head towards her. “That’s new.”

“Huh?”

You jerked your arm away from her touch. “That’s new,” you repeated. “What happened to your ‘I want to be alone’s, hm?”

“Why are you asking such ridiculous questions?!” she croaked, almost sounding like a whine before shaking her head. “No, I won’t allow it! Stay with me for a little longer, please. Can we just talk about this later?”

“Give me one good reason why.”

“I’ll do better, I promise!” she pleaded. Archons it was hard to get her word across and think straight when her throat was practically constricting while she was fucking bawling in front of you, but her desperation palpable. She didn’t care if she looked ugly, she didn’t care if her eyes burned like hell. This was far more important.

“You’ve said that for the umpteenth time,” you take a deep breath to prevent yourself from exploding because this goddamn headache was not helping at all. “This isn’t the first time you promised that, you’ve been ‘promising’ that for almost a year. It’s losing its meaning and, if I’m being honest, I don’t believe it anymore.”

Furina couldn’t find the words to respond to that. The deafening silence enveloped the room shortly before you broke it with a sigh. “Yeah, I should get goi—” “I’m just afraid.”

The words hung heavy in the air, taking a while for you to process it. You wanted to ignore it but something was holding you back. “Afraid of what?”

“Afraid that I’ll end up pushing you away for good,” her voice was barely audible. “I don’t want to make things worse for you if I suddenly open up.”

“You know,” you shook your head, the frustration was bubbling up. “It’s actually ironic because that’s the problem. That’s exactly what you’re doing right now. You’re doing everything you can that pushes me away further than anything else ever could.”

She hated how she couldn’t deny it.

“So what now?” she sniffled, her tears flowing more freely. “You’re just going to walk away just like that?”

“I have to. You're exhausting.”

And you did. Those were the last words she heard from you before you walked out the door. You never entered it since.

One, two, three.

Promises are fragile things. In the end, they are merely just words. It's funny how words alone can shatter someone so easily.

Every day, Furina would sit by the same fountain where you met, hoping to catch the glimpse of your figure walking by. She would look into your favourite places and special spots where you used to hang out, hoping you'd at least be there and patch things up.

You never did, not even once did you come.

She could never do the same things she loved the same anymore, because it often reminded her of you. Each time, she’d envision your silhouette, leaving empty spaces in places where you would normally stand or sit next to her.

So here she was in this position again. The lonely vessel she always was since the day she was created for the sake of the prophecy. Was this her fate? Could she find any peace of mind at all?

“I shan’t sulk like this,” she scolded herself. “I am the Furina, for Archons’ sake! I know better than to further humiliate myself like this.”

She wiped away her tears and straightened up. Acting like this as if Teyvat just exploded over one person was pathetic.

Just take it slow, and move your feet to the beat, she recalls you saying.

There was still time to heal. You weren't there anymore, but she still had to keep pushing through it.

It’s like a dance.

That line still echoed in her head.

One, two, three. The metronome still ticked. She had to move on. 

Furina still danced. She still had to take it slowly, step by step. Eventually, she will regain her footing—just this time, alone.

[nights-at-crystarium]

You know what, I assume that people always read my pinned, or notice the pointer "new reader? start here" in every new Fragments' episode. I might be deluding myself. So hi hello lemme TALK ABOUT MY COMIC.

Before I get too rambly (and I mean RAMBLY), here's a quick intro. Fragments is a comic focused on feels and slice of life, made by a queer guy, aiming to ~character study~ the main cast (Vivi, Raha, Alisaie, Feo Ul) and fill in the gaps in canon (or linger in canon moments that needed more air imo), the tone ranging from angst to fluff to meme. Good punches require a good windup, so please don't expect angst anytime soon :3c

The story's segmented (fragmented, heh) into episodes. Episodes 1-11 take place in ARR, you can enjoy them with no worry about spoilers. Episode 12 onward is ShB, with all the spoilers and lorebending.

My storytelling style assumes you haven't only played through ShB, but know it like the back of your hand, i.e. it's for nerds and thinkers. Of course there's plenty of silly moments that don't require any deep knowledge, but the overarching story does. Often I skip canon events, only hinting that they took place, simply because I don't wanna retell the msq 1:1, I've got plenty of original scenes waiting to be drawn. You're in for a treat if you like obsessing over emotional and moral implications of things. And, yes, this's a story about a morally grey mc. Don't expect to be spoon-fed "and this's why that thing's bad, kids".

Currently I've outlined all the main story beats up until post EW, so it's like, not being winged as I go. Yes I refine things here and there, but I know where I'm going. I'm going ham!!!! With the lorebending post ShB. Initially I didn't plan to, but the more I learned about Vivi and personally grew as a writer, the more courage I got to "divorce" from canon. The general xiv story may still be good wherever it's headed, but it's not suited for an established wolgraha, so I'm making food for myself.

Everyone imagines the lil scenes from their wol's life, I'm taking that a tiiiiiny step further. Fragments tells a cohesive story that's looking to be the longest project at least in our corner. I can and will hyperfixate on this for years.

I started out just like many others, being hit with ShB like a truck, I wanted to put a catboy under a microscope and rotate him forever. Although I'd already been drawing for decades, I didn't have the comic-making skills yet, or eloquence to write the dialogue, so I spent the first half of 2022 self-studying, just because I needed a mouth to be able to scream about my ship.

Vivi didn't exist prior to my obsession with Exarch. He was made for this, he started out as a reagent (or a foil, now that I know fancy writing terms) for a rich and fun chemistry, and keep myself entertained for years, first and foremost.

Me, a fool: okay let's make a guy that falls in love with Exarch in this particular moment, what kinda life must he have led to- Me: ....oh no

The chemistry quickly bubbled up and exploded in my face, involving not only Exarch, but other characters (first as a means to subtly tell about Vivi, then they also demanded their own screentime), and here I am, sitting with a massive script on my hands, drawing my blorbos every day. Thanks for enabling that btw.

I care about characters a lot. I ask a lot of whys and hows. I'm critical-minded and burned on many bad stories that did their characters dirty, and I wanna be an opposing example. What I'm doing is extremely ambitious and risky, yes, but I can only invite you to tag along and see if I stick to my word.

The internet's a cruel and unforgiving place nowadays, and here I am, pitting my passion against what feels like decaying humanity. I'm making this comic to keep myself happy above all else, being sincere and cringe because life's too short to be anything else.

Thanks for reading this, and if you haven't yet, read Fragments here!

[hpowellsmith]

You mentioned that we can choose for things to go slower in relationships. I actually thought things were going pretty slowly already, but maybe I've missed stuff. I've been actively trying to get into FWB scenarios and keep getting rejected and/or nothing happens. Maybe I just don't have enough points with those characters? Or they don't want FWB? The latter would be weird for Denario though since I already chose the option that we were FWB before.

(this ask is referring to this post where I mentioned some of the different relationship dynamics/pacing for the Honor Bound romances)

This is interesting! Basically I made that note on the post because of a comment or two I had saying that it felt early to have early romantic talks with characters - but those talks are responsive to the PC showing they're interested in the characters, so if a PC wants to play it more slowly, the way to do it is to hold off the outward flirting.

But if people want to fast-play it a bit more, spoilers below:

Fiore and Savarel can get into relationships with an aromantic PC, but are not interested in a purely casual/no-strings relationship and want to build some sort of emotional bond. So far, that comes up in conversation with Savarel.

Raffi and Matia are into FWB and/or no-strings if the PC is (or more romantic relationships too): you can sleep with them in Chapter 3* as and keep things casual. That can continue for as long as the player wants, as they're happy with that kind of relationship. You can have some makeouts in Chapter 5 with Raffi or Matia too**. With Denario you can also sleep with them in Chapter 3***; you need to kiss him in Chapter 3 to open that up. At the moment there isn't a point where you can precisely define a Denario relationship because it's all a bit spontaneous-snatched-moments and Denario isn't really thinking any of it through.

Korzha will do FWB - or colleagues-with-benefits - but they don't go for anything non-professional early on in the game because they need to overcome some internal stuff around it first.

You may have been rejected/asked to wait by Fiore or Korzha, but that's not related to relationship types or points, it's just where they're at in this point of the game. Denario doesn't reject you unless you reject him via telling him that you argued against him getting help at the town meeting. Savarel also breaks things off if you do that (which as of March 10, I've tweaked to make clearer when making that choice). Later on, other things will come up that are dealbreakers for some characters even for casual relationships.

The conversations about aromantic and/or casual relationships are something I'm going to go over again, probably more than once, when I've got the full draft down to make sure I'm writing it in a way that matches my intentions and that there are multiple opportunities to have them. Similarly, the way aromantic relationships are framed in the game is very much in-progress, especially later in the game where there may be more trust/closeness in various ways that aren't necessarily romantic. At the moment the Denario kisses etc are behind a [Start Denario Romance] tag which I'm not totally happy with because it may not feel quite right for an aromantic PC... but I do want to tag those options with something to show "this is an option opening up something other than/in addition to friendship" and it's a bit hard to accurately summarise in such a small number of words.

Btw until Chapter 8 onwards, relationship scores are used to flavour interactions and occasionally branch things rather than blocking things off; there is some stuff with Denario which changes based on scores, and to be in a more serious relationship with Fiore (as opposed to lighter dating) you need a decent relationship score with Catarina by Chapter 9. But usually scores will affect things like how successful you are at persuading someone to do something plotty, asking for help, convincing them that someone they trusted before is up to no good, etc.

*To do this, you need to have signalled in some way that you're interested in them either before or during the Chapter 3 campfire scene

**To do this, you need to have signalled that you're into them before or during Chapter 5, though you don't have to have kissed or slept with them before that point

***To do this, you need to kiss him in Chapter 3 and progress things further from there

[prayers-to-hyliarceus]

Hello! I am the princess of Hyrule, Zelda, though I suppose that doesn't mean much here. I don't know how I came to this world? One moment I was sitting in Hyrule Field, and the next, I had woken up on Sunyshore Beach, as I've now come to know it as. Regardless, I've been separated from my friend, Link, and someone recommended to me that I should try blogging on Rotomblr, which is a very popular... er... app? - perhaps then, we will find each other. The logic here is rather ridiculous for multiple factors, but I will take whatever I can get to navigate this world.

Update: I'm no longer separated from Link! And I do know quite a lot more about Pokémon at this point, but advice is still much appreciated! And... Urbosa is also here, somehow.

Oh, almost forgot - my pronouns are she/her and I'm 23 years old. That actually... kind of depends if you count all the years time was stopped for me. Definitive... um... over 10,123 years old if you do.

maybe we should've introduced ourselves awhile ago on this post, actually... hey. name's Link. i don't have a gender, by the way. i like food and swordfighting.

My name is Urbosa, Gerudo Chieftain. And before you ask, the Gerudo are a people, from Hyrule. Also, I've somehow gotten myself four children since Falling - don't ask me how.

Here is a list (pending updates) of the Pokémon we currently own:

Me

Celebi (F)

Satori (Ponyta ✨, M [sie/sier])

Naydra (Dratini, F)

Link (he/they)

Madas (Honedge, X [they/them])

Epona (Ponyta, F)

Koshia (Ralts, M)

Fi (Ralts ✨, F)

Urbosa (she/her)

Naboris (Blitzle, F)

Blupee (Pachirisu, M)

[OOC info under cut]

blog is run by @pancake-umbreon!

Zelda and Link here are from a couple months post-totk, so there will be totk spoilers (they'll be tagged accordingly with implied, regular, or major. block as needed!), but Urbosa is from pre-calamity botw! no she hasn't died yet <3

important text color thing: anyone whose text is pink is a side character who will not actually join the blog, but they do have significant dialogue. hence why characters like Fantina and Cynthia both have pink text.

please let me know OOC if any trigger warnings need to be tagged!

pelipper mail/malice is on btw, but please no magic anons! and mod is a minor, so please no nsfw!

anywayyy, this is the link to tag navigation!

[sukunasdirtylaugh]

Becoming Enemies with Gojo Satoru (BEEF Series)

(JJK SPOILERS BELOW)

description: mentions of recent jjk spoilers, gojo unsealing. this post was originally going to center around my girl shoko because what did our girl go through??? and also I added the reader as a sort of moral support for her and since she's a caring friend she sort of ends up having some 'beef' with gojo (maybe I should call it that).

additional tags: slow burn (series), enemies to friends to lovers, future mentions of mental health struggles (not in this chapter), and witty conversations to come.

warnings: mentions of drinking and smoking. Enemies to friends in this post. idk what this is btw, it's like a mix of head cannons and a story so enjoy!

Becoming enemies with gojo satoru starts before meeting him. It starts in the manifestations appearing in Shoko’s face. The bags under her eyes, the slight change of mood, and the new cigarette box you spy from the corner of your eye. 

Becoming enemies with gojo satoru feels justified, reasonable to hold dislike at the world’s strongest when a fellow friend of his dwells in the past, in stress of bringing him back. You assume if he was this bad of a friend, then surely he’d be a terrible partner. 

You grow to resent the man. 

Becoming enemies with gojo satoru leaves your stomach with an unsettling feeling. You mentally throw profanities at the man while you pick up Shoko from the bar, nudging her to get some rest. Her hair is disheveled and you begin to worry if she’s emotionally in the now or then. 

It doesn’t matter as long as he returns, she says that drunken night. He has to return. 

You worry if she’s doing it for her sake. 

Becoming enemies with gojo satoru has altered your concept of time, you feel as though you’ve spent years hating the man burdening your friend. 

“We’ve found a book,” shoko tells you one night, “It might work.”

Becoming enemies with gojo satoru means that you’re not there for him. You’re not there when he’s unsealed. You’re not there when he defeats Sukuna or Kenjaku; you’re a busy woman with an occupied schedule working alongside Shoko. If no one has, you have made it your personal goal to stick beside her. Even as much as she may grumble, you know deep down she appreciates you. 

And you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Becoming enemies with gojo satoru has centered your life. You hear daily news in the jujutsu world that the man has been acquainted with a young man who is believed to be immune to something (you don’t pay enough mind). “There’s still a chance for you to get out of this world,” Shoko informs you one sunday night, “Being a jujutsu sorcerer can bring you pain, so it’s not too late if you wanna call it quits.” 

You lean forward and squeeze the hand of your friend. 

“I’m not leaving you in any world.” 

Becoming enemies with gojo satoru comes with the luxury of not having to think about him for a few days now, until you walk in on him and Shoko conversing inside a patient room. Your friend calls your name, “This is Gojo. Gojo, this is my friend and colleague.”

It takes more effort than you’d like to admit to smile and shake his hand. “Pleased to meet the pretty lady.” The white haired man grins, “Let me guess, you also cheated your way through med-school?”

You wished your hand were made of fire. 

Becoming enemies with gojo satoru makes you raise your guard. He has been visiting Shoko’s lab for a few days now, and while you won’t ask Shoko why, you hope he’ll leave soon. His face is starting to tire you and his height makes you wonder if he could really lift you. His hands seemed strong enough. 

Maybe it was best to consider a vacation. 

Or a date. 

Becoming enemies with gojo satoru is harder than you’d like to admit. You think this one late night. The lab was busy and paperwork needed to be filled, so you offered Shoko you’d stay to finish. 

“Hey!” a long hand waves, calling your name. “You’re Shoko’s friend. What are you doing here late at night?”

You feel yourself deflate, great.

“I’m going home,” you answer coldly, hoping that he’d get the message to leave you alone. 

He doesn’t. 

Becoming enemies with gojo satoru turns to tolerating his presence, including his jokes.

“Do you normally get out of work in these ungodly hours?” you ask, enough for the man to know you’re not happy with his presence. 

“You mean cursed-ly hours.” he laughs to himself as if it were the funniest thing to have crawled out of his mouth, “but not always. You see, curses linger during specific hours of the day, generally defined by their grade level. So you can have a grade 1 curse one night, and a special grade for another.”

It was like you were being schooled first grade math. 

“Uh huh,” you nod, not really impressed by what he had to say, “So what grade did you get this time?”

He grins, “Special grade.”

Oh. 

 “So you made it back in one piece.” you say, half sarcastically, motioning to him with your eyes.

The sorcerer beside you is quick to use the scan you give him to his advantage. Yup, all arms and limbs intact. Pity. 

“Why?” he asks, teasingly. “Wanted to check me out?”

“Absolutely not.” 

“Then… why are you blushing?”

“I’m wearing blush, idiot.”

[masked-and-doomed]

NEW ME NEW INTRO!!

Hello, I'm Kat/Kats (or Yomotsu), welcome!! I am so normal about my boyfriends.

Please feel free to ask me about my OC, UG!! Hell, even cooler if you do it in a roleplay kinda way.

Other places you can find me:

@katsdoodles - art blog/archive.

Discord: thatonekats

👆 just in case. Tumblr explodes. Talk to me if you wanna ig (I am not good at conversing. So. Keep that in mind.)

Ao3: ThatOneKat2

👆 Might as well have it here. I've been more in a writing mood this year.

Twitter: @ThatOneKats

I have a twitter now I fucking guess. A bit of bonus content there (a little bit more of unhinged thoughts) but you're not missing much if you don't go there.

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Suspected BPD, have been diagnosed autistic. I will feel things very intensely either forever or feel nothing about it in the next hour max. You may see vent posts. Every now and then. Check the tagging system to block em out.

I am deeply in love and sickly affectionate for my 4 darlings. They're my boyfriends, girlfriends, besties- our relationship? Is uhh whatever man. It's love. It's love. (Also not the best fathers but hey I take what I can get)

First two being Yomotsu Hirasaka (pfp), and Takao Hiyama. They are my most intense hyperfixation of 2 years.! They are from Mirai Nikki/Future Diary. An anime/manga which I don't really like.

The next beloved is Pocketcat! He is from Fear and Hunger. He's. A silly :) There's so much intrigue of him aaaghhh ough he is so sad.

Last one !! Faust. From Guilty Gear. He's a. He's somebody. Got him on Valentine's Day. He makes me a different kind of ill. Alas, this doctor cannot cure me.

They're 💙 just like me fr. I love them. URL is them btw. Masked men, doomed.

(comfortable with sharing and gushing together with everyone. I don't mind if you send or @ me in stuff that has Faust shipped with someone, (I like appreciating art of Faust in any form :] ) just know I'm uncomfy with all (canon x canon) Faust ships except Happy Chaos, meaning that I won't talk about them (eg., fau.slayer) together.)

I am. Also obsessed with my lambs as well. (The Conclave, consisting of Axus, Libraria, Baldias, and Chronus) They mean a lot to me. I wish to give them happiness they didn't have the time nor place for. You will see me reblog lambs and tag it as them. Feel free to send me lamb pictures, effectively beaming Conclave to me.

NOTE! I do sometimes post about needing my darlings to kill themselves, or wish great harm upon them. I will not always have positive things to say about them. I am a hater as much as I am a lover. (Not the "I want him dead" (lovingly) (though I do have sadism and would enjoy killing them for the fun of it), I have genuine hatred towards them all (Libraria the least) and I loathe their existence.

(if I had to guess, this is the bpd doing its thing)

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Yayaya tagging system time!

#ah rambling - general yapping tag

#[MN/funger] rambling - ramblings of MN or funger

#[MN/funger] bangers - memes/shitposts of that fandom

#oc time - posts about the little OCs I have (currently empty. DW about it)

#unnamed girlie - posts about my self insert. (UG for short)

#UG spoilers - in case you wanna go through the UG tag but not be spoiled about the endings and such.

#guy in my head - headcanon posts

#doodle tag - stuff not high effort enough to put into my art blog goes here

#reblog moment - reblogs! So you can filter them out

#lovesick - yandere / obsessive behaviour

#gatito - kitty tag.

#belalang beloveds - grasshopper tag. Belalang is grasshopper in Malay :)

#art save - images I wanna draw (typically memes I wanna draw with my guys)

#art reference material - reblogs of posts with helpful art stuff

#general reference material - reblogs of posts with whatever that isn't art. Not really 'general' perse but I don't have another word

#epic meowtual art - art by the meowtuals!

#ask game - reblogs of ask game posts

#ask game answer - answers to asks abt the ask game

#hello asker - ask tag

#tag game - reblog of posts that are meant to have you tag other ppl to continue the chain

#negative. And #/negative are used for vent posts. Make those sometimes.

#hxrny aroace on main - (mind the x) epic posts where I feel feelings for some characters (carnally)

#fanfic shit idfk - posts related to fanfics I'm reading (or something like that)

#girl what you on?? - posts where I'm in some sort of delirium, talking to my beloveds. And being ill about them.

#shit I send to fictional guy - posts I'd send to fictional characters. Will prob have their name tagged too.

#unnamed oc core - wow it's just like him fr. Many things will be tagged this btw. They are not okay. (Same person as UG jsyk)

#pocketkitty - for posts I don't want in the pocket.cat tag or reblogging posts that are like pocket.cat. (only applies to him everyone else gets tagged with their name in posts that are like them)

#robot nephew - similar to pocketkitty just that it's. Mr robo.t K.y

#silly doctor man - I fell into gui.lty g.ear and now I'm in love with this bozo. When I don't want it to be in the main tag. Yes like pocketkitty and robo bo.

#mister omelette - guy that asks which came first the chicken or the egg. Answers himself, it's omelette.

#mask quartet - fucking stupid masked bitches trying to save humanity gone wrong

Liveblog tags:

Guilty gear: #pride in my gears: sign, #pride in my gears: rev, #pride in my gears: overture, #pride in my gears: strive

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Tag me in stuff you think I like!! I don't mind! Or like tag games.

There's also a *cough cough* side blog. For degenerate thoughts of mine. If you want it just give a DM ig.

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Pictures i want here

(This applies mostly to Faust. Sorry not sorry Faust. I will give you the worst horrors.)

(This is me any time someone mentions Conclave. I wish I could say I was exaggerating. I'll just say that Conclave has spiked my libido and I've been the fastest to draw suggestive art of them and write smut of them than of any other character I've fallen in love with. I need them carnally. And I tell you, it is a need.)

[scribz-ag24]

do you have any favorite fanfics involving grovyle, dusknoir, & celebi, either shipping or platonic? 🥺

In fact, I have some! Perhaps if I hadn't found them I'd be a bit more sane now, alas... So the next three are all from the same author and are my favourites from PMD (although I havent looked for Grovyle/Celebi or Dusknoir/Celebi alone, idk if someone has some recommendations for those). Still, tho, here is what I've read.

One more adventure https://archiveofourown.org/works/48325621

Platonic future trio (tho the author has stated that they can see the shipping happening lol). I like this one especially bc of the Celebi appreciation, she's the POV and has added lore abour her crucial role in keeping the dark future stable and helping to fix it. Also great dusknoir and grovyle characterization, but that's a given with this author.

The next three are actaeon (Dusknoir/Grovyle), so Celebi barely appears or has relevance. It's a shame, but they're still some of my fav fics.

Stars that shine https://archiveofourown.org/works/33070633

ABSOLUTE FAV. IVE REREAD IT LIKE 20 TIMES. ONE OF THE MOMENTS TOWARDS THE END LIVES IN MY HEAD RENT FREE. Btw you can ignore the tags, its not as grim as it sounds lol. No spoilers but this fic is the fic ever. Also Dusknoir is so in love in this one it hurts lmao. I sketched some fanart for this fic i need to clean it and post it.......this fic deserves it.....

Together we'll be heroes https://archiveofourown.org/works/37172176/chapters/92737780

This one is also actaeon, but theres also focus on Hero/Partner. It's a retelling of EoS through snippets of Hero, Partner, Grovyle and Dusknoir's PoV, and is really well narrated. While i was put off at first by the idea of a retelling of the game, I was pleasantly surprised by how entertaining the story and characters are! ts unfinished, and unfortunately ends before the story progresses much beyond the plot of the game, however the part of the story that is set in post game is precious. and it also has my favourite thing ever, that is, future trio not knowing what the hell to do with their lives now that theyre not dead.

It's not unfounded https://archiveofourown.org/works/28630209

This one is not from the same author, but it's also short and sweet, and it even inspired one of my posta about future trio (the one with grovyle's "tail" wagging xd). Maybe it can get a bit too "fanfic-y" at times, but I still enjoyed it a lot. Its basically actaeon hurt/comfort and discussing what their future is gonna be now the the world is back on track and on its way to healing.

So yeah those are the ones I've read and enjoyed lmao. If you've looked for pmd fics before you might have already read them, since there arent a lot of fics and these are all well tagged and all.

[tempests-bards-and-birds]

i was tagged by @kanonavi! i appreciate the tag <3

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why did you choose your URL?

my current one is just my online name (tempest) + bards (venti) + birds (xiao). i know that fandom URLs can seem a bit cringe or whatever but idk. i like it!

2. any sideblogs? if so, name them and why you have them.

nope! i toyed with the idea of making one but i like keeping things in one place, so sorry to my irls who don't follow me for genshin. thanks for not leaving lmao

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

my archive goes back to april 2022 so just over two years now. it feels longer but oh well

4. do you have a queue tag?

the only thing i use the queue for is scheduling posts for specific days so no.

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

a couple of my irl friends said that they were on tumblr and i thought i might as well join and see if there was anything to do with miraculous on here (spoiler alert: there was.)

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

venti.

7. why did you choose your header?

it's just a gif that i made of the one piece of canon xiaoven content that we had pre-endless suffering. it's there and i don't really see a reason to change it soooo yeah!

8. what's your post with the most notes?

this miraculous gifset that i posted july 2022 that has 3,180 notes as of writing this (it hasn't gotten any in A While so i think i'm safe for now)

9. how many mutuals do you have?

including irls it's 14 but excluding irls it's 11! i love you all

10. how many followers do you have?

308 but i think a significant portion of them are inactive now. love you guys too tho btw

11. how many people do you follow?

250 exactly

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

depends on what you consider to be a shitpost i guess. if you would class stuff like the rhodeia post i made last week as shitposting then sure.

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

probably anywhere between half an hour and two hours depending on how active my dash is and just how much i'm rotting in general.

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

not that i can remember?

15. how do you feel about "you need to reblog this" posts?

no. absolutely not.

16. do you like tag games?

yes but a lot of the time i don't do them because i never have any idea if my mutuals are comfortable with them or not and deciding on who to tag always gives me far more stress than it probably should because i am chronically afraid of Annoying People.

17. do you like ask games?

yeah! people aren't obligated to send me asks for them though i don't wanna seem attention seeking either aha

18. which of your mutuals is tumblr famous?

i don't know if any of them are tbh i don't pay that much attention to stuff like that (if any of you do consider yourselves to be tumblr famous though please tell me)

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

platonically sure, but. uh. *gestures to pfp*

20. tags:

@girlboy-frankensteins-monster @dopefrickingjelysquid

[randomsebs]

Blind Item #9 The alliterate actor demanded the trailer for his new project be released today. He smells awards.

Honestly, good for him! I hope he gets all the nominations—his speech yesterday was killer, and when he said, "Mom, te iubesc. Multumesc," it was such a heartfelt moment.

Now, onto AW. She had the nerve to post the trailer for The Apprentice on her Insta and tag a fan account that she follows and that follows her back, as if the official page would ever follow her. Spoiler alert: the official page only follows people actually involved in the movie. Delusional much? Oh, and that gym pic she posted? It's from September 4th, not even today! Like, girl, what are you even pretending for?

And of course, fucking "Galaxies" blog had to jump in with their typical AW-worshipping nonsense, posting, "Awe, so cute! AW finally posted today and followed The Apprentice movie account."

Like, BITCH, can you be truthful for once in your life? Instead of kissing AW's ass, maybe mention that she messed up by tagging a fan account instead of the actual movie page? Let’s be real, no one’s buying her fake PR stunts except you, Galaxy. PS: So glad you turned the anonymous asks back on—I was sweating bullets last time I asked under my own handle. Didn’t need to get doxxed just for spilling some tea! Oh, and just a suggestion—you might want to delete those other asks with their handles showing, but hey, that’s your call, babe. Also, missed you around here! Feels good to be back in the tea party.

Aww thanks so much! I thought I turned them on last time, so I’ll make sure to hide their accounts. I don’t want any of my supporters to be doxxed or sent any threats or hate.

As for the “fan accounts”.. they’re so idiotic! They believe this B.S. but they hate on his exes? Uhhh what? Margo didn’t do anything, they created rumors about her cheating which SEB HIMSELF (even after the breakup) commented on Instagram that they were false.

Also.. yeah. She couldn’t even be bothered to turn up to his event last night in Normandy, but she posted the trailer?! Not even congratulating him. What a shame.

If she was actually supportive, she would’ve been there, she would congratulate him on her Instagram and so on, but guess what? She didn’t. She didn’t show up because he didn’t want her to be there. She is rich, she could’ve bought a ticket to France. She flew to London but not to France 😂, oh yeah! Because he looks miserable in 99.99% of photos with her, the only time he smiles with her is his FORCED smiles where he is visibly forcing it, it never scrunches his nose or reaches his eyes.

It’s clear there’s no visible chemistry or love between them, just co-workers who don’t get along.

I’m happy I’m finding other fans of his who DONT like her, because a “big” fan of his , who has an editing account (I mentioned her before) is so far up Annabelle’s ass. I’m sure she’s either hired by AW or she’s just very, VERY desperate and deluded.

Also these are the people that hated on Margo, Ellie, and Ale.

Ellie was racist, I’m not denying that that is actually gross and unacceptable for her. I understand the hate as well. Some people said that she tried to apologize but was ignored, of course what she did was gross and unprofessional, but then they go on to trying to dox Seb again.

And Margarita didn’t do anything wrong (that I know of), Seb was VISIBLY head-over-heels for Margo!! She was pretty and kind, from what I’ve seen, and she also loved Seb just as much. Again, people hated her and to the point where they broke up. After their breakup he defended her again, good for him. They were so cute.

And ale, what she did was also disgusting. She didn’t apologize, from what I’ve seen, but now she tries to donate and help other people from other countries. If she regrets it, good, but AGAIN .. Sebastian address was leaked (2020/2021) so they broke up. I do not support her btw.

And now Annabelle… Annabelle is fat phobic, a liar, Zionist, racist, played in a sexist movie, she treats other people like they’re below her, and the list goes ONN. Btw I found perverted photos on her insta, I will be posting!!

And no one bats an eye at Annabelle, even though she’s done A LOT!!! But everyone makes excuses for her, lies for her, etc. and they go as far as doxxing and threatening people who don’t like her. She’s problematic and you guys are blowing her ego UP!! It’s so disgusting on how you all support this. Did Annabelle ever apologize? No! She continues to do it and ignores what she has done afterwards. 🤢 I smell an egomaniac.

Edit: if he does get nominated and wins an Oscar , the contract will be extended. I want him to win, but I do not want her staying around. This is a hard choice.. it’s basically choosing over his happiness or this leech getting more full of herself and more control over him.

[kaitlynpcallmebeepme]

You'll Never Be Alone

You'll Never Be Alone

Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Idea: Based off of a lot of what @spencer-reids-adventures writes (which is really good btw) where reader and spencer have come up with a system where if either one of them has a hard case they force eachother to sleepover which ends the night with always talking about what's on their mind.

Requested: No

A/N: I’m making the background of the reader being a pediatric nurse before she joined the FBI/BAU because I want to be a NICU nurse (and it also gave me a reason to have made it a hard case especially for the reader).  I switch a lot between who’s thoughts I’m speaking.  **I love you if you get this Stray Kids reference.**  Let me known if you want to be tagged when I write for a certain fandom. I finished this on a night shift (why is that the only time I ever have motivation to write), and I'm studying hard to take my NCLEX in a few months (the test you have to pass to become a nurse).  I'll be sure to pick up my writing after that. 

Let me know if you want to be on my tag list when I write or if you only want it to be for certain fandoms. 

Requests: Nope, but requests are Open. Fandoms I write for in pinned post.

Warnings: Some season spoilers (just the themes, mainly in Spencer’s), infant death and kidnapping mentioned, child pornographer mentioned, hard cases, mental stress, mention of Spencer’s past drug use, Derek misinterpreting a situation, please tell me if I missed any.

Word Count: 2,122, wow one of my longest yet

We all trudged our way back into the bureau after one of the worst cases we had in a while.  Cases involving kids were always hard and ones we put all our effort into, but this one involved infant kidnapping.  That hit me at a deeper level than everyone else because I used to be a NICU nurse before I decided I wanted to join the BAU.  Also, infants don’t deserve anything bad to happen to them.  They literally are not strong enough to do anything to anyone.  

I dumped my to-go bag on my desk, louder than I intended.  I felt everyone’s eyes on me after that.  “Sorry.” I mumbled.  

Hotch and Derek were the ones to discover the bodies of the five missing infants and three more that were unidentifiable and decomposing in the basement of a manic bipolar who, apparently, had a miscarriage.  That was my only saving grace in this case.  Neither Spencer nor I had to see the bodies.  I’m glad Spencer didn’t have to see them as well because I knew that he couldn’t forget that image no matter how hard he tried.    

Spencer started packing up the paperwork from his desk adjacent to yours. "My place or yours?" 

You knew he didn't mean it in a sexual way. You also knew there wasn't an answer option of 'I want to be alone right now.' Those were the rules you and Spencer set for yourselves.  

It was after he came to you because a case affected him so much that he had the temptation to start using dilaudid again.  He just needed some distraction then because he couldn’t go back down that slippery slope.  Never again.   You both made a pact that night that if there was a case that shook you to your core that you would not spend the night alone, no matter how you felt.  Many bad things can happen when you’re alone with your thoughts after hard cases in a job like this.  

“Mine.  I got better food and you know it.”  That made Spencer smile knowing that even through a hard case you still kept your sarcasm up.  He also knew that it would break as soon as you were behind closed doors.  You needed to be somewhere where it was safe to be vulnerable.  

“Mine has my library though, and I know how much you like it there.”  

“Fine, but you’re reading me Harry Potter to sleep and getting take-out.”  At the end of the night, you didn’t care where you slept.  You had some clothes at his apartment anyway.  

You drove the both of you back because the subway was closed (it was the middle of the night, so obviously).  The car ride was silent as you both were trying to figure out what to say or if any words needed to be said.  It wasn’t awkward silence**, but comfortable silence.  Once you parked, you and Spencer made it up to his apartment.  

Spencer’s apartment usually gives you the warm homey feeling, but it just made you feel safe.  Safe enough to break down.  You stood no more than a few feet in the doorway and rivers of tears started coming out of your eyes.  Your mind saying words of blame. ‘THEY WOULD HAVE BEEN FINE IF YOU HAD DONE MORE!’ ‘YOU SHOULD HAVE GONE IN THERE!’ ‘YOU SHOULD HAVE SAVED THEM!’ Your mind making your body numb and you couldn’t do anything but drop to your knees in Spencer’s front room.  Your eyes flowed rivers of tears down your face as all your walls broke.  

The arms of Spencer around your shoulders broke your intrusive thoughts.  He slowly lifted you up and guided you to lay on the couch with your head in his neck.  He allowed you to cry and be vulnerable and he gave your forehead kisses as silent words of reassurance.  Spencer has been through more than enough in his life, yet he still chooses to show kindness to others. “I can’t get them out of my head.  I didn’t even see them and I can’t get what their tiny bodies would look like out of my head.”  It would be worse if you had an eidetic memory, but you didn’t say that.  You were just feeling so defeated and helpless at the moment.

He let you fall asleep on his shoulder with him rubbing your back.  You woke up being under covers in his bedroom with Spencer nowhere in sight.  You still felt the sting of your eyes from crying so much last night.  You walked into his living room to find breakfast, clearly ordered, set up in his living room.  “I waited until you got up before I got your phone set up for Harry Potter.” His hair sticking up in many different directions from having obviously slept on the couch.  

“Please tell me you didn’t sleep on the couch in your own home.”  That would have made you feel worse if you kicked Spencer out of his own bed.  

“No, I slept next to you in case you woke up from nightmares.  I also got you breakfast from that Mom and Pop place you liked that does white chocolate chips in pancakes.  Also, Hotch gave us both the day off to recover.”  You looked at him as if he was your world, because to be honest, he was.  There’s no one else who would treat you this way.  Spencer was truly one of a kind.  His cute curly hair stuck out every way while he wore a Washington D.C. sweatshirt.  Probably one of the only ones he owns and that he was probably forced to buy in a downpour you suspected.  

You sat on the couch next to your breakfast, raised your arms, and made grabby hands toward Spencer offering, more needing, him to sit with you.  Spencer makes his way over to you looking the most comfy he has looked in days.  You both sit on the couch and enjoy your breakfast while watching Chamber of Secrets.  It was what you both needed to recover.  Good food and good company.  

The time when you got to pay it forward to Spencer was after a case in Vegas.  You had mixed feelings about cases in Vegas.  You hated the hot weather and it was a city of dreams, failures, mobsters, and addiction.  It was also where Spencer was from and you knew he liked visiting his Mom, but you hated how many bad memories of his childhood the city brought up for him.  

The case you were working was women who had their skulls cracked and left in the desert with carvings in their abdomen.  Not your typical case, but working it wasn’t too difficult.  The team ended up narrowing it down to a 30 yr old man who lived in Nevada his whole life.  When we arrested him, in the act of dropping another body stupidly enough, Spencer didn’t move a muscle.  He just slowly lowered his gun as Derek did the muscle work of arresting him.  

Spencer was silent on the way back to the hotel and no one dared push him.  He would open up on his own time.  Once everyone exited the SUV, you took over the drivers wheel and searched for the nearest grocery store.  You got jelly filled chocolate frosted donuts, Spencer’s favorite, and indian takeout.  

You trudged up to his hotel room and fully expected Spencer to not open his door when you knocked.  And you were right. You were met with silence and a still door.  You sat down on the gross hotel floor and leaned your back against the door.  “Just let me keep you company Spencer.”  You knocked your head against the door, planning to sleep out there until he opened it up.  Apparently you didn’t have to wait too long before you stumbled backwards because you didn’t hear the door knob.  

When he opened the door, Spencer just looked defeated.  All you could do was raise yourself up and wrap him in your arms.  You slowly guided him to the bed with the food as he held onto you like his life depended on it.  

“I knew him.”

“What?”

“I knew him.  He used to bully me when I was taking high school classes at age 11.  I couldn’t do anything about it then because no one would believe me and my Mom was having bad episodes then, so no one would believe her.”  He just hiccupped and sobbed into your shoulder letting it all out, and you kept rubbing his back. “Seeing him again just opened up old scars.”  

You couldn’t pretend to know what pain he was going through, but you knew you weren't going anywhere.  You just rubbed his back and laid him down to try to lull him to sleep by running your fingers through his hair and whispering words of reassurance. You assured him that you would be there to scare away any nightmares and keep the demons away.  

You fell asleep like that until morning, until there was a knock on the hotel door.  You tried to slowly untangle yourself from Spencer’s arm grip and answer his hotel door, and of course who is it, Mr. Chocolate Thunder himself (you guessed that or Hotch). 

“What do you want Derek?”

“This is Spencer’s room.”  You looked at him dumbfounded and you’re pretty sure you had bed head.  

“Yeah … and?” Those were the only words that it took for Derek to show those pearly whites in a smirk. 

“Ok, I’ll let you get back to taking care of him.” 

“I was, but not in the way you’re implying.” You whisper-shouted defensively.  “We all know this case was tough on him.  I didn’t want to leave him alone overnight.”  That kinda brought Derek’s mind out of the gutter, because although he teases Spencer to no end, he does look at him like a little brother.  He just smiled and nodded. 

“If you don’t answer your phones, I’ll stop by when I get news about when the plane’s leaving.”  He left it at that before leaving you be.  

You couldn’t sleep much after your encounter even though you were back in Spencer’s arms, so you slept on the plane ride back.  Spencer on the other hand, had gotten the best sleep he had after a hard case in a while.  He was busy playing cards and giving facts to Derek about the history of playing cards.  

“The most common theory of why there are 52 cards in the standard deck is that they correspond with the number of weeks in a year, given the fact that there are 365 individual symbols in a deck of cards, and that the 13 cards match the 13 lunar cycles, and that the 12 court cards match the 12 months of the year.” Spencer explained with his normal air finger movements to match.

“You seem more peppy after a case than usual Reid.”   

“Well this case didn’t affect me as much for some reason. I didn't need as much time to recover from a hard case.”  Derek already knew the reason.  Everyone knew the reason.  That’s what made it hard having a family of profilers.  No secrets can be kept for long.    

“She likes you, you know. And it could turn into something more if you asked her out pretty boy.”  Spencer always knew the risk of trying to make something more between friends, the pros and cons of possibly losing that friend always laid heavily in his mind.  Was it worth the risk?  After seeing first hand how you treated him last night when he was at his lowest (well, not his lowest, but one of his low points), it may just be something more.  The topic was left at that as they finished up their card game and the plane landed back in DC.  

Because of the jet lag, Spencer wasn’t tired and he gauged that the nap you took on the plane ride was effective.  This may be his golden opportunity before he overthought and talked himself out of it.  He waltzed his way around to stand next to you at your desk while you packed up your case paperwork to do at home.  

"Hey, do you maybe… I don't know. Want to get some food then go to that drive in theater outside of town? Together? As a thank you for staying with me last night."  He had no idea if what he was saying was working or cringy. He'd never done this before.  However, you shyly smiled at his shuddering mess.

"Yes Spencer. I would love to go on a date with you." 

Well it apparently worked. 

Summary rest of it: I might do two cases, this first one of the reader being stressed and the 2nd one of spencer being stressed.  Everyone trudges into the bureau really exhausted and spencer says something that the reader needs to come to his place.  They go to his place which we know has a wall of books but some other nerdy things and is very warmly for the reader.  Once she sits on the couch she cries into her hands.  Spencer comes to her side and hugs her while she cries into his shirt thinking it’s her fault the infants died (the UNSUB could be doing it because their kid died due to prematurity/miscarriage and the kids he stole died due to physical abuse because he obviously wasn’t taking care of them).  Spencer stays with her and comforts her with words saying even though it’s upsetting that they died, it’s not her fault and they’re not going to be suffering anymore.  She can’t get them out of her head but she does mention that it’s probably worse for spencer because of his eidetic memory.  

Spencer’s case could be in vegas and the unsub could be a kid who bullied him a lot and the case is just bringing up memories and tearing open old wounds.  Spencer trudges through the case insisting everyone he’s fine.  They end up staying the night after the case ends and decide to leave in the morning.  Reader ends up leaving to go to the corner store to grab tons of snacks and bangs her head on his hotel room door to knock.  She doesn’t even ask if he needs someone to talk to because she knows he’ll say no but he does need someone.  No matter if he wants to talk or not, she wraps him up in a blanket, feeds him good food, and maybe he does start talking.  Morgan could try to get in the room once spencer’s asleep and the reader has to untangle herself from spencer’s arms to open the door and tell him off.  Even though Morgan does tease them a little bit, he does say if he’s okay now, he’ll check up with spencer in the morning.  When he does check in with spencer (either at the bureau or on the plane), spencer says he’s doing better than he usually would after a hard case like this and he’s not sure why, but morgan knows why obviously.  It could end with morgan giving spencer a nudge saying he should ask her out, spencer could rephrase it and actually ask her if she wants to have a movie night just the two of them as a thank you for staying with him when he needed it.  

[radioactive-earthshine]

20 Questions for Writers

I was tagged by @fire-fira for this ❤

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Only 25 (there are a hidden 15 in my drafts on my computer that will never ever be posted)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

275,306

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Thus far on Ao3;

DC Comics Tolkien Astro Boy and one stray Cave Story fic

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

1.) Sunshine. Falling. 2.) Under Silver Light 3.) A New Upgrade (which surprised me I totally forgot about this ancient ass fic) 4.) Band Aid 5.) Befuddled in Red

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I usually almost always unless it's a wank ass comment which case it gets deleted. I always love getting replies back from authors so I feel most people like the engagement.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The Summer of Light. Slobo was terminally ill, he was dying, and despite all efforts from everyone, despite all our love and impact on the world in general it would never be enough to save him. The Lighthouse was him, btw.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uhhh... Well, (spoilers) Sunshine. Falling. will have the best ending ever. But shhh. We gotta get there first. Otherwise... I think almost all my little fics have nice happy endings - particularly Funfetti Cake and Befuddled in Red.

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

Lol... There's this one reviewer who is totally obsessed with Sunshine. Falling. and with each chapter I upload they almost always have something nasty to say about it being Konbart. I delete it of course. And there was another person who commented on The Summer of Light (it's probably the same person) who just really thinks I should be writing another ship instead.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes. I want to write more.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I have not written any as of now but I don't mind them. I still feel like a Mass Effect/Star Trek crossover might be fun or a Mass Effect/LOSH fic but I need an idea first. I also might do a self indulgent Jetter Mars meets Atom fic but we'll see.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

As far as I know, NO.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

YES. Under Silver Light was translated into Russian of which I am immensely proud of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

No, the closest I have ever come to this is having a friend write a fic BASED ON an rp we had.

14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

I really hate 'favorite' questions because I have like... a collection I sort of juggle around but ATM it is the following;

Konbart Querl/Lyle Jay/Eddie Halbarry Jaime/Khaji da and last but not least my oldest of the oldest otp X/Zero

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have no fic that is in limbo ❤ Sunshine. Falling. is the only WIP I have and it is on the way (after Dark Crisis: Impulse).

16. What’s your writing strengths?

No idea. I think I'm pretty good at describing atmosphere though. Willpower. Spite.

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

Not caring enough about overall quality I guess and I really DO just "Settle for done" bc I really don't... care.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Always the correct choice if it is done correctly and in a way that makes sense. I've read some fics where it's just... peppered in with no real reason and it is jarring. I thought about trying to come up with Interlac words for everyone speaking Interlac but decided on not going that route and instead being sensible and just using italics.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Mega Man X baby 😎

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Summer of Light and Wind Shear.

Pssst. Wind Shear is a Jenni fic. Go read it.

Tagging: I aint tagging no one, but please anyone seeing this just say I tagged you if you want to do something.

[greetings-humans]

introductory post (includes some interaction boundaries, more details on me (ao3 acc, etc) & a dni under the cut)

yeah it's about time I made one of those ig (disclaimer: I'll edit this, if/when the need comes)

hello there! im deelay! you can call me dee, if you want! [btw if you know my irl name, not here you don't unless we're DM-ing]

gender is so weird and I'm okay with any and all pronouns (barring it/its)!

for details on what to use when talking to me or about me (like pronouns and gendered terms etc) you can go here

-im a young adult and that's like all imma say age-wise. however please take that into account when interacting with my blog! some of the reblogs/posts here might not be what I'd have been okay with seeing when I was like under 14 or something. so yknow. exercise some modicum of caution please.

-currently in uni, studying to get an english degree (every new thing I learn about teaching makes me want to yell at some of the teachers I've known/had, did they even study in uni? did they even keep in touch with pedagogical studies?? definitely not, form what I can tell)

-I'm technically a writer? like I write,,, supposedly lmao. like all the greats, the one thing I never seem to do is yknow write-

I write sometimes, let's say. and I'm also really interested in writing my own crime fiction novel one day. but that's for some day in the future lmao

-definitely a reader tho (yes ao3 and i are in a committed relationship)

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-im also very very aroace, so like, blanket disclaimer, even if you might think I'm thirsting over a character, im really not and it makes me uncomfortable when others think so (and tell me that) so yeah lol

my interests and fandoms are. a lot. for example (and in no particular order):

merlin (bbc): im watchin s2 rn(August 2024)! i finally decided to pick this up again and properly watch it! esp since i really wanna read The Once and Future Kings by tjmcharg & And like the cycle of the year, we begin again by katherynefromphilly and i can't do that if i watched the show lmao

the magnus archives: my first podcast! as of September 2024 I've started s4 and all I want is to relisten to really see how much everyone has changed in the span of 4 seasons🥺🥺 mind your spoilers, I don't always tag! and if you're in s1 frankly just persevere until halfway through s1 or s2 at least before interacting, there's a lot of spoilers for the setting going around because the actual explanation doesn't come until quite later even if u kinda figure some things out on your own

DC (the bats, mostly)

windbreaker (satoru nii): im constantly reading the new manga chapters as they come out so beware spoilers! the anime is really cool too<33 talk to me about my children (sakura, tsubakino, umemiya, kaji, hiragi, suo) and all of the other children ofc anytime!

riordanverse (pjo, hoo, magnus chase, a little bit toa, pjo show [which was def better than the movies but needs more screen time to fix up the pacing and add more depth in the appropriate moments])

fullmetal alchemist brotherhood! (i used to have roy on my pfp, he's my favorite character! i also wanna write a huge character analysis essay on him but uni responsibilities mean that's very slow going). im collecting the hardcover editions of the manga slowly, and i plan on reading the manga properly as i buy them!

star wars (prequels, kotor, clone wars)

criminal minds: (im at early s14 as of July 2024, so mind your spoilers humans)

jujutsu kaisen! (I'm just about to finish s2 as of April 2024 but I know what's happening by the end of s2 and I've given up on the storyline so spoil away, I'll just ignore you and live my life in my fanfic sandbox:] )

yuri on ice is an old love of mine (ice adolescence😭😭 one day😭😭 oh one day😭😭 so that was a fucking joke, mappa count your days and also im stealing viktor you can't have him, im gonna write iceado WITHOUT YOU) (well imma write it with a friend but like most importantly WITHOUT MAPPA and I urge all creative yoi fans that think they wanna try doing their own version of iceado to go ahead and give it a go!)

haikyuu!!: I'm all caught up, manga and anime-wise! also patiently waiting for the last (😭) movie that should've been a season but anyways they better not fuck this up too much- (update: battle of the garbage dumpster was wonderful even if they couldn't animate everything... it was just so short)

bungo stray dogs is also an old but semi-revived interest of mine (im pretty much up to date with the manga, just haven't read the light novels)

tian guan ci fu / heaven official's blessing (as of June 2024, I've finished s2 and tgcf is amazing it's wonderful, I've started book 1 and am currently procrastinating on reading it)

there's like. so much more

sooo muuuuch moooreeee

so I'll just let you figure the rest of it out

If you wanna see some of my thoughts without infinite scrolling, you can also search for the tag "deelay words".

Another tag of mine is "deelay's tbr" (which stands for "to be referenced") which you'll find at posts that really make me Think™ and that I want to keep in mind when I do anything creative with the characters involved.

When interacting with my blog, if you want to avoid spoilers at all costs, I suggest blocking the fandom tag because what you consider spoilers might not be what I consider spoilers if we're at different arcs of whatever that media is.

That said, I'd also appreciate it if you gave me a heads up on spoilers in any asks.

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if you're here for any of my fics then well.

if you're here for pjo, um. those fics are truly discontinued/on indefinite hiatus. that hasn't changed. I watched the show and I'm actually reading pjo fics again from time to time so if I get inspired enough and manage to plan out a decent fic out of Percy Jackson Revealed,,,, then maybe there shall be a fic. But!!! I have no idea what the ending is gonna be, and without an ending I'm doing nothing because the chances of me dropping the fic (again) would be higher than my anxiety during exam season (aka very very high)

if you're here for the man behind neal caffrey tho!! hi, there. I am working on that sequel, don't worry. it's just long (im at like 7k or so iirc? and im not even halfway through yet) and I'm also working on uni and this other writing project I have going on. feel free to send me an ask with any questions or comments or whatever. august 2024 update: this project is very slow going tbh! i think i need to recalibrate some of my plans because it's so tiring to keep writing some of the stuff I've planned for. white collar crime cases are more tedious than expected. im also like on and off working on a double homicide case fic for criminal minds (that I think I'll rework to become an original thing) and it's coming out much more easily😭

unnamed grishaverse project: yeah so, I have a project going with my friend noel @fifteenth-entity, we're fixing the darkling! this fic will take place like around 50-100 years pre-alina, and will feature the darkling doing darkling things while that generation's most prominent grisha (aka a bunch of queers) also do things that may or may not affect the darkling. and his views. and personality. there may or may not be character development in the works. (there is, he gets better). this fic is canon divergent before canon even happens. the entire plot of shadow and bone will be eventually reworked. (also, no darklina, no darkling romance, in general, this boy needs to get mentally healthy first and foremost and I'm also writing him as aroace sooo) [for more info on this just search "unnamed grishaverse project", it's the tag I've used in like the only post about this. do feel free to send me an ask about this tho!!]

ice adolescence-esque fic: mappa fucked up majorly with canceling iceado and im supremely annoyed, mad, and upset. it just so happens that I was in the middle of my yoi renaissance era when the news came out so with my obsession going strong, I really wanted to try doing something with iceado. and then @athenov got roped in a la "be my coach co-conspirator/co-writer, viktor(ia)!". this is not going to be a very linear story, we're going around and about in different points in time. the first narrative follows viktor at 17ish deciding to try to ratify the quad flip and it includes some insight on his friends and family (who are OCs, im not sorry, his backstory is so barren, we had to!) and on how he ended up so alone by the time yoi was happening. the second narrative is post-yoi viktor coming back to russia ft yuuri, yuri & yakov. this is not a russian gov-positive fic. russian culture is very interesting and some russians are wonderful people —diversity is a thing, after all— but to be perfectly clear, fuck the russian government and everyone supporting their actions. what they're doing is inhumane. [posts about this project will be tagged as "dee & athenov's yoi fic"!]

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Another thing: If you have a genuine, not malicious or mean-spirited, question, feel free to send me an ask. Keep it chill, though! if you try to pick a fight i will delete the ask for the first time, but on strike 2, you're blocked.

i like to think that I'm open to discourse on some topics but not if you're starting out all aggressively cause if you're aggressive, I will be defensive (while privately having a panic attack) and we're not gonna get anywhere. Not that I can't get aggressive sometimes when I'm annoyed/offended or sth, like I'm not perfect but this is a general rule of a thumb yknow. Try not to be aggressive. or prepare for an aggressive conversation if you are.

so. once again for the people in the back

If you're here to pick a fight with me then gtfo please.

I don't like fighting, it makes me anxious, so save us both the trouble and be as civil as you can be if you have a disagreement with me. don't forget to check my dni tho. I'm not gonna sit around having basic arguments about my rights to queerness as an aroace person or some stupid shit like that.

that said, unless I'm literally at your post saying shit you disagree with. don't come at me. literally block me. it's fine. I quite literally do not mind or care. like, if you saw my post or reblog and decided I suck then just block me will you?

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Moreover, if you ever want fic recs for a fandom I'm in, you're definitely welcome to send me an ask! but if you don't feel like talking, anything I will ever tell you is straight from my ao3 bookmarks. sooo, feel free to hunt around those! [in case the link isn't working for you, my ao3 username is Justice_not_Revenge]

ao3 disclaimer: anything before 2021 is not necessarily something I claim. So like don't think I'm into this thing or that I'm passionate about this ship just because in 2019 I bookmarked 100 fics with it, people tend to grow and change so yeah.

some generic DNIs

if you're anti-lgbtq+ in any way (cmon im queer myself this one should be obvious)

if you support AI art or AIs stealing fic content (if you're the type to use other people's OCs in character.ai with no permission, then like go away and don't you dare touch my OCs without talking to me and getting my explicit permission first)

literally anyone who thinks violating someone's concent is nice and fun and quirky

racists, ableists, sexists/misogynists, incest shippers, pro-shippers, etc

okay that's all! thank youuu-