#eyyyy new fic what's this

[veliseraptor]

Redux | The Untamed

Summary:

Xiao Xingchen met his future boyfriend in an alley by a dumpster, semi-conscious and covered in blood. Xue Yang crashes into Xiao Xingchen's life with all the subtlety of a meteor and changes everything just as fast. And sometimes it almost feels like he's done this before. Maybe it's a do-over. Or maybe history is just repeating itself.

Notes:

I love Yi City reincarnation AUs. I'm extremely weak to them. It was probably inevitable that I'd feel the need to write my own eventually, and also probably inevitable that it would turn long. I was going to wait to start posting this until it was finished, because that would be the disciplined and responsible thing to do, but then it was taking forever, and I wanted instant gratification, and it seemed like kind of a shame to just have several thousand words languishing on my hard drive unread. So! Here I am. I'll be posting one chapter per month in the hopes that six months will give me plenty of lead time to write more. With thanks to @ameliarating for her tireless editing work, and @silvysartfulness for enabling.

[specialinterestshows]

Pick yourself up and put yourself together with the help of some new friends in this chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic.

Warnings for this section: Cannabis (weed)

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 33 of ?): Riddle Me This

“Seems like a bit of swelling and light bruising,” the medic says, carefully inspecting your hand while gauging your reactions to pressure in certain areas, “Let me grab an ice pack - it should hurt less once the swelling goes down.”

The medic disappears behind a section of wall and you turn to Dominik, who was sitting nearby. The expression on his face was difficult for you to read, but he gave you a reassuring smile when he noticed you looking over.

“Here you go,” the medic says, coming back around with a flexible cold pack and handing it to you, “Not much I can do for the bruising I’m afraid. Try and elevate that hand when you can if it’s still swelling after that gets warm.”

“Thank you for your help!” you call behind them as they turn the corner, catching a quick glimpse of a wave they seemed to give you before quickly disappearing again.

“I want to say thank you to you, too,” you turn to Dominik after placing the cold pack on your hand, “You’ve already done more than you need to, but I wanted to ask…”

“Ask what?” he prompted, looking slightly concerned after you trailed off.

“Do you think I should just avoid Rhea until the match is over?” you ask, looking down at your hand. Saying her name made you feel a wave of melancholy.

Dominik takes a moment to consider the question before answering, “I think that’s a good idea, yeah. Just because of Finn and Damian being… Finn and Damian.”

Nodding, you hop off the exam table and sigh, “I’m definitely going to need to finish that joint from earlier. Should I just go back to my car or is there somewhere around here I can smoke?”

“I don’t really know,” he admits, standing up as well, “But I know who probably does.”

“Dude and dudette!” Matt Riddle greets you and Dominik outside the locker room a short while later, “What’s up? ‘Cause if you want me to join your group, I gotta tell ya” - he rests a hand on Dom’s shoulder - “I’m super flattered, bro, but you guys just don’t know when to chill.”

Noticing Dominik’s patience wearing thin, you decide to explain, “I was just wondering where I could go around here to… y’know…” you leave the cold pack on your hurt hand, freeing the other to make a joint-smoking motion at the side of your mouth.

“Eyyyy, 420!” he said enthusiastically, putting out his hand for a fist-bump. You use your free hand to oblige and watch him try to do the same with Dominik, who stares at him blankly. After a few seconds, Matt gently bumps his fist against Dom’s shoulder instead.

“Right this way, stoner friends,” he said to you and Dominik , gesturing to the locker rooms.

Dom holds up a hand and shakes his head, “I need to check on the rest of the Judgment Day” - then, turning to you - “You good for now?”

You nod, following both men and then just Matt Riddle as Dominik walked off in the other direction.

“Here ya go!” the two of you stop in front of a “family” restroom.

Raising an eyebrow, you ask, “Don’t most bathrooms have smoke detectors?”

Matt looks around conspiratorially before reaching in his pocket and showing you a pair of batteries.

“I do this at most places for pre-game and post-match tokes,” he explains, “and then I just pop ‘em back in after… if I can remember to.”

You laugh, thanking him and entering the restroom, locking the door behind you. Resting your bag on the hook on the inside of the door, you move your uninjured hand through it before brushing against the cigarette box you had filled with a lighter and several joints. Looking around the room, you catch yourself in the mirror as you pull out the box.

Your eyes are a bit puffy from crying and you held your injured hand as if it were in a sling. Thinking of Rhea again, you place the joint between your lips, fighting the sadness that burned behind your eyes.

It’s going to be okay, you try to assure yourself, inhaling as you light the already-burnt end. Holding in the hit as long as you can, you watch the lit end of the joint trail smoke up to the ceiling. Coughing slightly as you exhale the smoke, you try taking another big hit to power through the slight throat spasms that told you to keep coughing. It wasn’t the best idea, but it would definitely get you higher and you were looking for an effective way to disconnect from the situation.

A sharp dryness in the back of your throat forces you to let out the hit earlier than you meant to, coughing into the crook of your arm over and over.

A knock at the door catches your attention.

“Hello?” an unfamiliar woman’s voice asks on the other side of the door. Scrambling, you put out the joint on the bottom of your shoe, dropping the cold pack in the process.

“Are you okay in there?” the voice continued as you shoved your belongings in your bag and tried to stop coughing. Abandoning the cold pack in favor of grabbing your bag and wafting the remaining bits of smoke toward the running vent.

“All good in here!” you say, finally getting the coughing under control before opening the door, “Sorry, it’s all yours now if you need-“

“Oh honey, are you sure you’re okay?” you’re interrupted by the woman now standing in front of you - straight, blonde hair framing her face and worry in her bright blue eyes, “Looks like you’ve been having a rough one.”

Your hesitation makes her say, “Sorry, you probably don’t want to open up to a complete stranger” - she reaches out her open hand for you to shake - “I’m Liv. Liv Morgan.”

[end part thirty-three of ?]

Part 34: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/726951020085870592/absolute-smokeshow-part-34-of-worry-less-liv

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Tag List (thank you!)

@cherryberryshine , @littlemiss-fanficlover , @elisewithak , @babybatlover , @girlofpink

[aprillikesthings]

oh god oh god

HEY GUESS WHAT I'm down to the last two episodes of She-Ra in my rewatch

On a related note, should you desire to read them all starting from s1ep1 for some godforsaken reason, here's the link. Please be amused at my claims that I would not do this for every episode and my repeated attempts to cut back on how much I copy/paste dialogue and/or explain the entire plot instead of just making jokes and commentary

If, somehow, you are New Here, I've been rewatching all of the 2018 She-Ra, ostensibly for fic-writing reasons as I had forgotten huge quantities of the plot. I have since become deeply obsessed, as one does.

I make a lot of adult jokes, random asides, references to other things, commentary, and a lot of cursing and crying. I love Catradora and I love Catra especially and have a tendency to add a screenshot every time they so much as look at each other. It seems silly to warn for spoilers at this point, but yeah, this is a RE-watch. It's just that I forgot a lot of it because I watched it the first time as it was coming out (pun intended). The shit I did remember is so fucking random tho lol

The last time I tried to do a two-parter in one post the number of times I had to reblog it because tumblr only allows 30 images per post got real stupid, so while I do still assume I will have to reblog multiple times per episode, I'm doing each episode separately.

HERE WE GOOOOO

s5 ep12 Heart (pt 1)

jfc i'm full of adrenaline lol

Also I have a beer, it's a citrus IPA because I live in Portland and it's required by law

(not really I just genuinely like them. that and IPA's that taste like gnawing on a douglas fir. also fruit sours.)

LOL I was so anxious I looked away from this post and consumed most of my beer this is gonna be hilarious

ALSO my goal is to finish these two episodes before the Easter Vigil service tomorrow night at 8pm

Theoretically I should be able to watch two episodes of TV in a day and a half, right? AHAHA

Bow should play Wonderwall

she always looks so soft with her hair down

but also having that thing just floating in front of your chest like that has gotta feel weird

ON A RELATED NOTE I know I made the joke in the last episode about how many people have the failsafe as a tattoo but the PROBLEM is that now I literally LIVE with a tattoo artist whose work I like--I already have two tattoos they've done, here and here, and the temptation is extremely high?? but I don't have any other obvious fandom-related tattoos (unless you count the title of a Björk song) so it feels weird to start with this one???? Like I don't have any LoTR or BBC Sherlock or SU or K/DA tattoos (to list off a bunch of fandoms I was devastatingly obsessed with at the time) so getting one for THIS fandom feels kinda weird. But like, also, if I got it kinda small on one wrist it would look kinda cool and be a nice loud DID U KNOW I'M GAY kinda thing. Gyahhh.

She's struggling to do She-Ra, and I'm sitting here YELLING because IT'S BECAUSE CATRA LEFT and UGH I want to murder Shadow Weaver

(eyyyy I won't have to, ha ha oh god)

Oh she manages to transform anyway. Without making any noise or glowing lights, just pop, She-Ra

awwww but also lol

related aside but like, every culture that figured out bows and arrows invented at least one kind of string instrument. Literally archers just fidgeting with their bows and going "oh this makes a nice sound, what if I put more strings on this thing." So many different places and cultures invented things like a guitar or like a harp or like a violin. But also I want to know who the FUCK figured out the hurdy-gurdy??? oh my god I just looked up the hurdy-gurdy and I'm cracking up because one of the earliest depictions of it is from the 1100's, in the Santiago de Compostela cathedral. A place I have been. Because I did the Camino last year.

oh right plot

I would like to take a moment and be grateful for the people who put together the transcripts on the fandom wiki for saving me typing up long bits of lore-heavy dialogue

She-Ra: "Prime is getting closer every day to figuring out how to access the Heart of Etheria. If he succeeds, he can use it to destroy worlds, galaxies, maybe even the entire universe. The Failsafe is our only chance at stopping him."

"His hold over them grows stronger every day they're chipped. If we don't free them now, we might lose them forever. Prime holds every advantage in this fight. He'll be ready for us. But we have a plan. Entrapta?" Entrapta: "I finally succeeded in cracking Prime's signal pattern. If I get access to his Spire network, I can use it to broadcast a jamming frequency that will disable all of the chips on Etheria, freeing everyone at once!" She-Ra: I need you all to get Entrapta to the Spire and keep Prime's forces distracted while she jams the signal."

"We're going to make sure that Prime can never hurt anyone ever again. We're ending this today. For good."

oh lord so Shadow Weaver is still there, sulking and looking away, and she looks over at her and starts almost losing She-Ra and being Adora again

have I mentioned how much I hate Shadow Weaver >:(

Adora goes outside...and looks around. I know who she's looking for. *sobs into a pillow*

NO. she's LOOKING for her GIRLFRIEND

I made that joke and then Glimmer literally says "Any sign of Catra?" I have to remember that at this point in the story literally everyone knows how in love they both are. Except them. Of course.

Adora: "She's not coming back." ;_;

Adora: I mean you don't have to come with me this could be dangerous Bow: the fuck are you talking about of course we're going

And she turns into She-Ra again, roll intro

Okay so they go to the Crystal Castle thing where Light Hope was

it doesn't look so good

but also that's creepy

anyway they tell the hologram (not Light Hope, the other one) that they're looking for the Heart of Etheria and that they're Friends of Mara. She-Ra gets scanned and then a door opens into a passageway. Bow and Glimmer take her hands and they walk into the hall but:

she's still looking for someone

I have to deal with another episode and change of her looking for Catra ghghggh this hurts meeeee

OH SO OF COURSE they literally switch to showing us Catra

bahaha okay so she sits up and looks behind her kind of sadly, and Melog just skids to a stop so hard they throw Catra off

And Melog looks at Catra like she's fucking nuts. Catra's like, wtf is wrong with you??? and Melog looks back like BITCH WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU??? Catra what did you think was going to happen when you got a therapy animal that can literally read your moods. Melog knows you're being a dumbass and has NO reason to pretend to believe your surface "I don't give a shit" act!!

Melog does airplane ears at that. And then just pounces Catra.

Time for pressure! Just like a real therapy animal. Big weighted blanket!

oh shit I forgot about this bit

Catra just immediately starts crying.

Catra: "You saw what happened! Adora chose Shadow Weaver, okay? Not me!"

*sobs into hands* you useless fucking dumbass that is your abysmally low self-esteem talking literally every living semi-sentient thing in the galaxy knows Adora's in love with you EXCEPT YOU

I can get frustrated with AU fics where these two both pull this "but what if she doesn't like me back" thing for ages while everyone around them is face-palming in frustration, but like. You have to admit. It's accurate to canon.

(It's also accurate to lesbians in general, lbh. Either fucking on the first date or doing the "but what if she's not into me" thing for months-to-years. Sometimes both, including in some of the fics I've written, heyooooo.)

Melog purrs and licks her face. A clone approaches and they both go invisible and then follow it.

MEANWHILE

the rest of the rebellion is attacking Horde Prime's ship thing

Wrong Hordak helps Entrapta get into the spire. The whole point of this fight (which I didn't bother screenshotting lol) is to give Entrapta time to disconnect everyone's chips from Horde Prime.

Lol once inside Entrapta does another one of those "holy shit this stuff looks so cool...OMG FOCUS" things

Back at the Crystal Castle Glimmers like "omg are you scared" and She-Ra says "No, I just hope this works." Liar.

Bow: "It'll be okay. And when we get back, it'll be a whole new world."

this poor girl. she's so heartbroken.

(meanwhile the plot of my fic-in-progress is literally them breaking up. (not forever.) but it's hilarious of me to get SO UPSET over this scene when I'm going to force them to repeat it. like it's a mutual decision in my fic but it doesn't make it hurt any less.)

PFFT I unpaused it, and IMMEDIATELY:

I just said OH SHIT out loud lol

oh god I saw someone talking about this in a youtube video right around when I started my rewatch

It's a hologram, she's not actually there. And Catra goes through multiple other ages, including her kid self, being chipped on Horde Prime's ship, when they were Horde cadets, etc; before going back to looking like she does now.

Adora's sharp little gasp of shock here

Adora goes to touch Catra's hand and the hologram disappears

(good lord she's beautiful here)

And I think I agree with the youtube video: Adora knew she was upset about Catra running off, but this is the moment she specifically realizes she's in love, and it breaks her heart into tiny pieces.

(Hah, I actually say a very similar thing in part of my fic that they mention in the video--that previous to this, she refused to let herself want this or even think about it. "I didn't even realize this was something I could want.")

BUT ALSO so like is this a remnant of Light Hope's programming that tortured them with childhood flashbacks in season one (in order to drive them apart) or what

LOL NO

I know I made this joke before but I'm suing Nate for emotional damages

She-Ra: "We need to be careful. It looks like this place can still project memories."

oof

A still-invisible Catra follows the clone to where Horde Prime's ship is and is visibly terrified and shaking. A clone who might be Hordak turns around with that white in his eyes that means Prime is using him to see, and Catra just tries to be quiet and not move but she's obviously triggered, and I mean that in the literal PTSD sense.

Horde Prime (via Hordak?): "My brothers. The time has come at last. No longer shall She-Ra stand in my way."

oh okay so Horde Prime's actual ship is still in space (just orbiting Etheria I assume) and the planet-side thing is him speaking through one of the clones via the hive mind.

"Begin the acquisition process!"

are they just gonna straight-up drill into it?

apparently yes

the whole area lights up with that sickening green light, including all the lines that characters kept noticing on the ground that looked like some combo of circuit boards and First Ones' writing.

meanwhile, Adora keeps slipping out of being She-Ra for split seconds and is clearly stressing The Fuck Out and possibly walking in the wrong direction in her distress, only to walk into another memory/hologram.

And I've predictably hit the image limit, but 13:30 to go which is better than last night pfft okay gonna reblog

[buzzcat]

eyyyy guess who wrote a month of My Hero Academia fanfic and posted none of it on Tumblr

so if you want the whole series, here is link (mostly dadmight, but also some Aizawa and Todoroki fam)

fics with titles and vibes are below the cut

roll for chaos (add proficiency modifier) - Izuku Midoriya and the Todoroki kids play Dungeons and Dragons

the future starts with you - The All Might was the pinnacle of technology. Within a few short years, it became the industry standard for mechs. But after years of having suspicions about the origins of the AI that accompanies the machine, Midoriya Izuku finally gets his hands on a prototype model, and vengeance quests have had weirder origin stories. (proto-Dadmight)

all these feelings (caught in my throat) - Waking up from a nightmare, Hitoshi is reminded that coping skills are, and just hear me out here for a second, good. (Dadzawa)

eager your kind are to meet you - There was a new god in Musutafu. Izuku knew it. He would swear it. No one had reported anything that would particularly herald a god, no unexplained lights or miracles or destruction. No one would, not if they were a small god; small gods would hardly cause any fuss at all. (Izuku & Aizawa, but not Dadzawa vibes)

did you know 'erroneous assumptions' is a four-letter word? - Four times someone swore around Midoriya Izuku, and one time Midoriya Izuku swore around everyone else (gen)

growing old is a blessing (and a promise to the past) - Toshinori travels to a future where he is dead and has been dead for a very long time, and he gets a gift he never could have asked for (Dadmight, also main character death)

a white knight (upon a fiery steed) - Momo saves Todoroki from a pushy reporter, and the defining characteristic of the fic is that Shouto is possessed of the intelligence given the average pet rock, but like, meant it affectionately

honesty: the best policy? more at eleven. - Izuku is hopped up on painkillers because achey breaky bones, calls All Might 'Dad', and then it's Dadmight but they are both supremely awkward about it because Feelings Are Hard (dadmight)

he stares into the face of death with eyes that never close - Toshinori is a merchant in Elden Ring, Izuku is Tarnished (dadmight, ish?)

the granddadmight jumpscare of the century - what it says on the tin. humor and fluff, and also Inko! we love Inko. (dadmight)

no one knows what a healthy bedtime is - Toshinori and Tsukauchi being bros in the trenches of 'self-care is hard', with also a halftime show of Dadmight (dadmight)

[cat-denied]

🌿💞🕯️

🌿how does creating make you feel?

at its best? fuckin amazing buddy. like i am the architect and guide through a world and i'm showing you its most compelling parts, like i am engaged in the transcendent act of making art. idk im not a poet, usually. i absolutely adore creating and i think i always have?

at its worst (i.e. if i'm tired, burnt out, etc) it is a slog and nothing fun happens and i have to go do something else lol.

usually, it's somewhere in the middle, but decidedly on the positive side. i am making a Cool Thing To Show My Friends and my heart and soul does in fact always end up in all of my creations, at least a little bit. i'm a big "making art is and should be an Experience" kinda gal, even if that's only in a little way, so yeah. does that make sense?

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

2 answers secretly - firstly, the CHARACTERS i love characters so much. i love to put characters in situations and throw them at each other (rarepairs yay!) and put them through the Machine Of The Story so that they come out fundamentally changed from when they went in. i eat that shit UP i love it. a story doesn't have to be character driven for me to love it but it being character driven is a strong point in its favor. that sweet sweet interpersonal relationships, babey.

secondly, a close second behind that, building out a scene - this is sort of technical but sort of figurative i guess? like, in prose specifically, building out an image in the reader's head in a way that feels almost poetic. i don't know if i'm that great at this, but sometimes it feels like i tap into a Something about descriptive prose and temporarily ascend to a higher plane of existence so yeah.

🕯️--uhh this seems to correspond to 2 different questions if i'm reading it right? so i'm answering both.

was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?

frankly every chapter of my fire emblem anime script continuation fic lol! i haven't written this sort of episodic style before really ever, and it's really testing me, because i want every chapter to have its own satisfying setup, arc, and resolution; focus on a few members of the ensemble cast; introduce new characters usually; and further the overarching plot of the story. it's a lot to squeeze in every time (and you can tell by the way the chapters get longer after the first one and i find my footing lol) but i am having a blast doing it. every single chapter i realize i have more arcs to resolve, more scenes to fit in, more downtime that's necessary between fights (in order to get that sweet sweet interpersonal relationships in eyyyy), and they always end up being longer than i anticipate them being and taking longer to write than i anticipate, but coming out the other side i always end up feeling like yes! i made a cool standalone episode of script, and i achieved my goals, even in ways i didn't anticipate!

outside of that, every single piece of writing i finish is an achievement because i have ADHD and it gets in the way of completing things all the time. shoutout to @gravitonbeamemitter for keeping me honest about the fire emblem anime script fic, because otherwise that thing would not have made it through one episode.

how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?

that's a tough question! personally, i consume fanfic like it's water (or at least i have or had for a long while) and tend to leave comments and kudos all the time. so every time i see a comment or kudos from someone whose works i've read and enjoyed, i get a little ":0!!!" burst of shock and joy that someone i admire liked my stuff. for a while, only reading fics, it was very easy for me to build up a sort of hero-worship around the authors whose work i was a fan of? which looking back wasn't like, ideal. but uploading work of my own and interacting with other authors directly through comments and what have you (especially authors whose fics i've loved) really helped dispell that. we're all just people!

personally, i really love talking about my works! which is why i keep reblogging these ask games whenever i see them lol. so it's not a super hard thing for me to do as a comparatively social person? though responding to comments is like, Difficult, because i don't know how to take a compliment through text lmao, but i do manage.

thanks so much for asking!!

[andthebubbles]

in other unimportant news! i didn’t feel like editing robot seb fic no. 1 (though i think it’s almost done, or at least i hope so! it seemed almost all right the last time i read it, so...), i didn’t feel like adding to robot seb fic no. 2, soooo i just remembered a simi fic i last worked on in october last year and edited what i had of it into shape... and now i’m too tired to continue, it’s almost 3am XD 

but eyyyy yayyy, i guess XD

[svankmajerbaby]

Eyyyy, what happened to your fic "Tiff", i really want to ready the next chapter!

heyy thanks again for your interest. i dont really know what to say besides that the next chapter is almost done, but ive been having some tough time with my mental health and it has been particularly difficult to find the energy to write something i can be proud of. next week i got a final exam im going to try and put my energy towards so later on i can dedicate myself to finishing the couple scenes i got to get done, but ive tried setting deadlines for myself with this fic before and it did not work :^/ so i cant promise it will be ready before new year, but ill try!!!

[casadefreewill]

Daily Fics

(Fics I read throughout the day yesterday and enjoyed)

to give the sea by miraculousunflower (ominousunflower) (@ominousunflower)

As spring turns to summer, Marinette has two strange encounters in her seaside town. One of them is with a herd of seals that appears one day without an explanation; the other is with Adrien Agreste.

The more she gets to know Adrien, the more she wonders about the strange sadness in his heart—and why the sea seems to hold some sort of answer, if only she could understand what it’s trying to say.

A selkie!Adrien fic. It’s cute, I initially found the time skips a little jarring but once you know they’re there it’s easy enough to wrap your head around. I thought the emotions were written well, I could feel Marinette’s longing and sadness when she and Adrien were kept apart, it makes the reunion that much sweeter.

★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆

Lending a Paw by JuliaFC

Cats are curious creatures. After having helped Marinette rehearse her love declaration the night he faced Glaciator again, Chat Noir decides to pop at her balcony once more, to check on her progress with her beloved Buttercup. But when he finds out that she's still unable to talk to him, he decides to lend her a paw again

Marichat confession practice leads to reverse love square because you’re more likely to fall in love with someone when you spend time with them. Then identity reveal freak out and fun times.

★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆

The Night of Endless Chances by sariahsue (@sariahsue)

Of all the stupid things Marinette had said in her life, she was sure that telling Alya that Chat Noir would be her date to the New Year's party had to be one of the worst. Marinette could only hope Adrien would agree to go with her. (Post reveal, pre-relationship, also pre Gang of Secrets.)

HGNFDGHJKFGLDSFH!!! God they’re so adorable! Short and sweet story of Marinette fretting over trying to tell Adrien how she feels post reveal.

★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆

come in with the rain by emilieee ( @e-milieeee )

When Ladybug and Chat Noir discover that Shadowmoth is Gabriel Agreste, Ladybug’s expecting them to finally gain the upper-hand in the fight. Instead, her partner completely disappears.

Unexpectedly, he comes to find Marinette instead.

Little bit of marichat, little bit of ladrien, I expect next chapter will be adrinette. Very light angst and an overall good time.

★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆

#ADayWithAdrien by 11JJ11 ( @graaythekwami )

Adrien isn't too sure how he feels about an akuma with the power to make clones of himself.

Joking around and in the moment excuses lead to unintentional identity reveals. This one’s pretty cute, short, and funny.

★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆

Three Suns By Taliax (@gabriel-agreste-has-no-rights)

While helping Marinette practice her confession to her "boyfriend who isn't her boyfriend yet," Chat Noir sees Adrien's name on her script. Reveal fic set during Glaciator 2.

This is sweet :)

★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆

All's well that ends well to end up with you by Akshu42238929 ( @akshu8929 )

“Hey dude, what’s up?” Nino asked casually from the other side of the phone.

“Is Alya with you?”

“Yes, why?”

“I need you both to come over to Marinette’s as soon as you can, it’s an emergency.”

***

With her identity revealed to Shadowmoth, Marinette makes the life-changing decision to pass on her Guardianship to Adrien and lose part of her memory. However, Adrien refuses to accept this.

Eyyyy! True loves kiss for the win!! 💕

★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆

Solitude (Gorizilla AU) by icebelle24

During the battle against Gorizilla, Adrien has a terrifying fall. That evening, Ladybug visits him to be sure he's alright. But maybe he isn't the only one shaken.

“You told me to jump,” he said simply.

“Not jump off the side of the building!”

He remained calm. “I had to get off that building and away from the akuma somehow.”

“And if you had died?” Ladybug repeated.

“That’s not what you’re mad about,” he decided at last.

Or, a different aftermath to Gorizilla.

Yes! They’re always better together! Love square being their for each other!

★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆

All the Time in the World by P_Artsypants

In a world where the laws of nature dictate that you age to 16, and then stop aging until you meet your soulmate, the only truth to someone’s age is a clock on a person’s wrist.

Adrien’s clock stopped when he turned 16...about a thousand years ago. But soon, that will change when his new guardian allows him to attend school.

This is an interesting one, I haven’t seen soulmates done like this before and it has some cool implications. I think my only issue is Adrien says he lied about something in the last chapter solely to scare Chloe, and that feels a little ooc to me. Otherwise solid fic.

[sentientdroids]

Fic Author Self Rec

When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love.

i was tagged by my darling @pchberrytea ❤️ throwing tags at some of the most talented people i know @jld-az @shallow-gravy @lilin-writes @ejunkiet @tiesthatbind1899

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1. Comply [Marvel Cinematic Universe]

In her, some part of him recognizes itself.

Or, in which SHIELD is reformed and not dissolved, and Bucky feels the weight of his wounds. A story told in vignettes.

MYY FKN BABY my current hyperfixation the air that i breathe. like all my most precious ideas, this one came to me in a dream and shortly after, wrecked my life and stole my sanity. literally don’t care if this is only ever for me bc i adore the story and the characters and their relationships to each other. the chapters are short and i’ll probably always worry that it’s a bad thing but i also feel that the medium suits the particular story i’m trying to tell and anyway i have Bucky Barnes brain rot and it’s terminal

2. Visage [The Mandalorian]

The way Mandalorians appreciate beauty is...subtle. Quiet and reverent.

This is the way.

eyyyy i just wanted Din Djarin to be soft and yearning and it’s completely self-indulgent

3. Cruel World [Fallout 4]

Danse and Nora's relationship fell apart years ago, but when they both end up in the Commonwealth waging war against the Institute, their paths cross again.

Time can't heal everything but they'll always have a soft spot for each other.

listen…..reading it now it’s kinda hot garbage LMAO i’m really tempted to rewrite it but it’s never gonna not be one of my faves because it was my first fic and the thing about me is i’m a sentimental ass bitch and also i’m in love with Nora <3 it made me so many friends and i grew tremendously while writing it and i think about it all the time. the story that got me through college has a special place in my heart.

4. Whiplash [Red Dead Redemption II]

Arthur Morgan meets a lone outlaw, a wanted woman, and his pursuit of her isn’t purely a matter of money.

i proved a lot to myself with this one. i made a character much different than what came naturally to me and it’s finished (!!) and damn. got a lot of seratonin from Maggie thank uuuu outlaws for life

5. Gaps in the Armor [Fallout 4]

She strikes when he isn’t ready, like any worthy adversary. She’s formidable, beautiful, and she knows how to shoot through the gaps in his armor.

this one is also impressive simply by virtue of it actually having been completed. i did wanna take it another direction at one point and draw it out more but i wanna do that with everything so what’s new y’know. i do actually like this one still mostly and it’s some of the only smut i’ve shared and even if it ain’t much it was a big step!today i can proudly say i’m unapologetically horny on main, even if i still keep my smut locked away where it can’t see the light of day.

[multiplefandomsblog]

Can i request how different idv characters would act as roommates? Eli, Helena, Luca, Edgar, Vera, Norton and Fiona if thats alright with you :DDD

warnings? kinda suggestive, crack fic, cussing

mod toby and mod bread helped me do this fic, its a bit all over the place but it was fun so no regrets

Eli Clark

I feel like being roommates with eli would be pretty pleasant

everything would be clean all the time

he’s the type of kid that everyone wants on their team because of how good he is at everything

so if you scored a roomie like him, you got super lucky

if you left a mess he wouldn’t get mad, he would probably just clean it up himself and leave a sticky note that said to clean up ur mess next time(but not like, passive aggressively)

ofc you would clean up after the cute sticky note, bc who can say no to this bb? 

If you don’t clean up tho, brooke rose will probably shit on your hair when u sleep

tbh you’ve always wondered what eli looked like without his eye mask

so one time when Eli was sleeping, you went next to his bed to try and take his eye mask off and see what he looks like.

You took off the mask and found out it was a dummy 

a few seconds later you heard footsteps and you turned around

Eli came up behind you and knocked you out with a bat

you two don’t speak of that day.

Brooke kept screeching last night, and you got no sleep at all, so I guess we’re having chicken for dinner 

Unless you had a good reason, then eli and brooke prob won’t mind cleaning up after u

I can imagine you going back to your shared room in the manor after a rough match and seeing eli just sweeping the room in an apron and a cloth covering his hair looking like cinderella

“Honey, I’m home!”

basically if you lived with eli, you basically had a husband/mom/wife???

If you came back to the manor, beaten up and bruised from the last match he would prob pester you and nag you

while cleaning up you wounds he would prob say, “You have to be more careful, im always worrying. You’re gonna give your mom a heart attack!”

seriously tho, don’t worry this bb, he would actually have a heart attack

Helena Adams

i think living with helena would probably feel like some sort of kdrama

she might be a bit clumsy and trip over a few things, falling into your arms bc of her blindness

though she might be doing it on purpose

If you moved things in the room without telling her, she would probably get mad

for example, you move the sofa chair a little bit to the right bc you thought it looked better

helena walks in the room, sits down on the sofa chair and ends up accidentally sitting on the sofa chair arm rest instead

resulting in her bottom hurting and a very long talk with you

she got her revenge weeks later

she had asked you to check under her bed for monsters because she couldn’t do it herself

you were teasing her for still being afraid of monsters but looked underneath anyways

low and behold, 

she put a mirror there.

will even wack you with her cane if you’re being annoying

Her cane is pretty affective in shutting you up lol only sometimes

“Hey Helena, are you braille? ‘cause i can read you like a book when i touch yo-” *wack* *moans*

helena: ...

you: ...

helena: ...im leaving

you: heleNA WAIT-

One time everyone at the manor was celebrating Helena’s birthday with a piñata, 2 seconds later she was beating the shit out of Luca with her cane

even after everyone’s been yelling that he wasn’t the piñata

One time you and Helena had a staring contest because you were both bored.

She won.

sometimes to get her close to you, you would sit on the sofa chair super quietly and still

And then you’d wait for her to come and sit on your lap thinking it was the chair

and it would work 

she would probably sit on your lap for a few minutes, confused as to why the chair felt elevated

and then she would feel your arms snake around her waist

and she would- “whAT THE FUCK- SCREEEEEEE”

she would probably make a cute bird noise and then just sit there, not knowing if she should leave or not

in her head, “THEIR LAP IS SO WARM OH MY GOD WHY DIDN’T THIS HAPPEN SOONER”

in real life, “let go of me you pathetic mortal”

you’d beg her to stay on ur lap longer and she would cave in

but she didn’t stay because she liked you! baka

Luca Balsa

living with luca will probably be the opposite of eli’s

messes, everywhere

inventions, everywhere

at one point though you had a sneaking suspicion he might be a bunch of rats.

 you saw him outside crouching beside you guys’ room with a bunch of rats coming out his sleeve and running into a crack in the building

“its for science!”

he’s also super scared of helena

Luca doesn’t like to admit it, but he got his purple eye from Helena after he made a bad pick-up line for the blind. 

She’s been chanting “one of us” and threatening to “finish the job” ever since.

he’s basically a big baby that needs to be taken care of

i feel like he might break down sometimes from not doing his invention right, or feeling insecure

but i guess his rats are there to help

but since he had a roomie, he wouldn’t be able to cry on his own

and its a good thing because he doesnt have to do everything by himself anymore

he learns to ask for help when living with you

you’d help him through his episodes and he would slowly start to become more reliant on you

if he was feeling a bit moody, he would unconsciously try to find you to cuddle with

if you lived with him, you’d probably have to be very responsible

luca would have his own bed that he would never sleep in because he wouldn’t be able to sleep without you in his arms

everytime he shifts in bed, you’d feel a tiny shock

it kinda bothered you so

you pranked Luca by touching him with those zappy ring things you’d get from a dollar store.

You just wanted that mother fucker to get a taste of his own medicine

he would basically be a puppy that follow you around, he would constantly old your head

probably refers to you as his

like if you downed a shot that barmaid made for you, he would be like, “EYYYY THATS MY BABy-heurghrhgh”

now you have a drunk baby that you have to take care of

You tried giving luca a shower afterwards, now you know how it feels getting electrocuted.

And trust me, Luca and water do not mix.

good luck have fun

Edgar Valden

living with edgar would consist of 

1. edgar being super specific of what was his and what you can’t touch

2. big tsundere baby

3. sketches of you hiding in his sketch book

if you lived with edgar, you’d have to be super patient with his nagging or else you’d have to find a new roomie

he’s constantly nagging you

but if you are tired of it and give him the silent treatment, he’d probably just nag you even more for attention

you need to give this man attention or else

you ignored him for a whole day once because he said something mean

he decided to give you some milk and cookies as an apology

the ‘milk’ was his muddy paint water and the cookies were expired

i feel like one day you two would be arguing about who moved his stuff, your argument being he unconsciously moved his stuff, his argument being you moved his stuff

you guys were so heated up you didn’t notice how close you two were getting

edgar ended up pouncing on you like a feral dog

though when you woke up, you both agreed that you ended up winning the argument

when you’re reading or just doing nothing, he’d ask to sketch you or paint you

i-its not because he thinks you’re beautiful or anything

its just because he thinks that your whole self is aesthetically pleasing and pleasing to the eye- but not because he thinks you’re pretty!

sometimes when he was super focused on his art, he wouldn’t notice your figure slowly approach him

you’d boop his nose and watch as he froze

wh- hoW DARE YOU LAY YOUR HANDS ON A VALDEN

secretly tho, he really loves it when you do that.

like

do it more

please or not whatever

Vera Nair

Vera would probably be a bit anxious when she heard she was gonna get a roomie

but she would do her best to be at her best behaviour

she’s very well mannered and is very polite

she’d kinda be the type to silently care for you

like, she’d notice the little things that bothered you and made sure they wouldn’t bother you ever again

like, if you stubbed your toe alot, she would give everything that you could stub your toe with, rubber covers or socks

but she wouldn’t tell you it was her even though it was obviously her

if you fell asleep on your desk instead of your bed, she would probably but a blanket on ur shoulders and a pillow underneath where you left your head

she’s the thoughtful type

before you went for matches, she’d give you a cheek kiss for good luck

and if you did the same, she would probably play it cool but then panic a second later.

theykissedmetheykissedmetheykissedme-

im sorry this is short idk what to do for her-

Norton Campbell

oh BOY

once norton starts to warm up to you, you guys are basically married

like there was no proposal, just “do you take this man to be your husband- you can’t say no”

he would probably take care of you alot

even when you didn’t need it

i can do it mysel- no

but actually, before he warmed up to you he was pretty cold, 

he felt himself growing feelings for you

and he didn’t want to because he was afraid he would lose you and he would have to go through the heartbreak of losing someone all over again

he would leave the room to go hang out somewhere else

he would keep his distance and not talk with you much

but there was this one time where you woke up with him around you, you just pretended you didn’t wake up and relished in the feeling

it took some time, but eventually he warmed up to you

though he still constantly worries about you, he doesn’t want you to get hurt

during matches he would always take hits for you, and just stay closer to you in general

he wanted to make sure you got back to the manor safely, it didn’t matter if he was sent back via rocket chair

he always put you as his #1 priority

he also gets jealous super easily, he’s scared someone will swoop you away from him

so to make sure everyone knows that you belong to him, he’d give you his clothes to wear

not only do his clothes look adorable on you, everyone will know that you’re his

probably pester you a lot if you tripped or got a paper cut

“yoU COULD HAVE DIED” “IT WAS A PAPER CUT”

Once, Norton got stuck to the fridge like a magnet for 5 hours

He’s been using that as an excuse to force you to bring him his snacks every since.

pick up lines are a definite yes

sometimes you’d be shitting and you’d hear outside the bathroom door a faint,

“My love for you is like Diarrhea.” “norton what the fuck im shitting-” “i just can’t hold it in” cue camera zooming in on his face and him smirking into the camera “OH MY GOD WHY”

like Luca, his bed is useless. he always needs you in his arms when sleeping, he wants to protect you and just feel you closer to him

puts him at ease

kisses? hell yes.

if you had to go to a match without him he would send you off with a ton of gross wet kisses on your face ew

He might even try to seduce you into staying

“norton I’m gonna lose morality points!” “fuck your morality points, i wanna smash”

Fiona Gilman

I feel like fiona would probably super psyched when she heard about sharing rooms with you

I headcanon her to be super bubbly and social but when she is alone with her thoughts she’d probably regret everything 

“why did i say that why did i say that why did i say that-”

probably prays to god, “please kill me”

she tries her best to make sure you’re comfortable

she doesnt make a big mess and she makes sure she cleans up after herself, overall a pretty cool roommate

except for those times for when she tries to babtize you while you’re showering-

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING” “THE LORD SHALL CLEANSE YOUR SOUL WITH HOLY WATER-” “what the f- iS THIS ALCOHOL???”

this has happened too many times^^^

one time she accidentally created an ultra portal in the toilet. 

Y’all still have no idea where it leads, and no intent of finding out. 

Although, Kreacher has been complaining of some nasty stuff appearing in his room

i feel like during matches she would always call you with her portals to say hi or just give you a small kiss

it stopped being cute when she went through the portal and ended up seeing the hunter instead of you

mentally scarred from that

sometimes things would disappear in your shared room too, not only the toilet

you’re convinced she has a bunch of hidden portals in the room

like, one time you dropped a pencil and it went through the ground.

you never saw it again

Or you know that missing sock?

Portaled.

i dont know what this turned into

[shintorikhazumi]

“Diana.”

A/N: To be honest, I had wanted this to be a Diana-centric fic, from Diana’s perspective. I struggled to find a concept, and had a little help from a friend who sent me a random generator. (Thanks, Kate :>) And when I thought I’d just choose from a randomly generated idea, I came across this video on youtube which was actually a compilation of a tiktok series of the story of two neighbors. Of course, I changed bits of it, and obv the end so if you think you know what the source vid is, dw. I won’t hurt y’all like that ;-; And I’ll just link it at the bottom so no plot spoilers for those who don’t know what it is. Eyyyy.

This fic has a few song recs for y’all to listen to if you haven’t heard them already, lol. ;)

I had been looking for something... “emotional” for Diana’s bday fic. And I think... this works. At least for me, it does.  It’s not from Diana’s perspective, but... I think this works. So without further ado, Happy birthday Diana and...

oh, thank you to @tracedinairlwa​ for some help with the music :> that y’all will see later in the fic :’>. Without further ado,

Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi

 It all started with a sunset and a few familiar notes from a piano.

No, it isn’t Akko’s piano. Her piano has been sitting in a corner of her room, collecting dust- untouched for months. And that is just the thing. Unless her piano has somehow become cursed and has decided to ghostly play on its own, then there had to be some other source.

The source of that gentle sound, Akko eventually pinpoints, is her apartment wall- or more accurately, what lies beyond that separator.

As she sits on her couch, admiring the expressive tones, her mind has decided that it wants to capture this special moment, and keep it stored lest she never experiences it again.

Making a quick dash for her bedroom, she opens her bedside drawer and fishes for her old camera from her university days in film club, back when she was an actual student of the Arts and all that creative jazz. She has tried to maintain it, but being under lockdown allows her few chances of seeing the outside world, and the few corners of her home don’t exactly spark ‘inspiration’ for any project.

Dusting the device off gently, she takes it back to the living room, placing it on her coffee table facing herself. She clicks the record button, thinking of making an introduction; but she quickly abandons that idea as she realizes it may take away from the sounds she wants to ring more apparent on tape.

Maybe she can just edit a few captions later on her laptop. Yes. That sounds good.

So she sits.

And the notes kept playing.

 //

[Video Diary(?) Diary? Is this a Diary? Day... Day 1. I hope it’s only Day 1. I hope there’s a day 2. And a three... and a five.

So anyway, Akko here. And uh... I got a new neighbor, I think. He/she plays the piano. I do too (kinda. Haven’t done that in a while, hehe).

I don’t know why I recorded this... this must seem like I’m being a creep, but... They just... played Chariot’s Melancholy from my favorite show and... it felt sadder than usual. The sound felt sorrowful. I don’t know...

I’m... moved.]

//-//-//-//-//

She does not know what compels her today, to slip that message under her neighbors door; but before she can even think about her actions, they’d already been done.

A simple, “can you please play ‘Ease My Mind’ by Ben Platt, maybe?” haphazardly scrawled on a piece of notebook paper is delivered with the anxious feelings of an interaction-craving Akko, starved of a social life since all this pandemic misfortune began.

She is sure she no longer knows how to string a proper introduction together after nearly a year of being by her lonesome.

This is about to change however. Starting today.

Maybe.

She counts down the hours ‘til sunset.

//

[Day 2! Yey! So uh... I kind of... went on the attack- no! I didn’t attack anyone! I just... You know how I have a new neighbor that plays the piano? I sent that neighbor a note.

And you might think that’s all fine and cute, but... I’ve never even met my neighbor... but...

I love his/her music. So much.

And I told them. On the note, of course. Duh, Akko.

I asked them to play ease my mind and... they did.

As you can hear in the video... I guess it was a yes. :>

 ...They eased my mind...

-Akko]

 //-//-//-//-//

She wants to try something today.

She has been thinking about it the past few days after continually being blessed with such beautiful music. Music that had attracted her like moth to a flame. The piano’s daily sunset singing compels her to come reunite with her own.

She had wiped it clean earlier in the morning and now sits awkwardly on the bench, punching down a random note here and there.

What a nostalgic tone.

The C major scale then the G. She plays it. A few arpeggios to warm up. F sharp major doesn’t sound too good, with her fingers tangling up as she traverses the scale. What was the fingering supposed to be like again? Right. Start with the fourth and second finger on the left and right hand respectively.

That sounds much better.

She hums a few tunes, choosing from a playlist arranged in her mind. She settles on something gentle and sweet. A Yiruma song. Just to get the feeling back in her hands.

A river flows as notes along the plain that is her silent room, adorning the quiet flourishes and curves, bringing color to her atmosphere.

She misses this. This tingle in her heart as music fills up her entire soul, not allowing her to think of anything else but this exact moment.

Yes.

This... This is nice.

And Akko plays until the sunset comes.

She can’t wait for it to come.

//

[Day 6. I... I haven’t played the piano in a while, and I’m a little rusty. But brave ol’ Akko here thought it’d be great to ask for a duet from the virtuoso across the drywall, haha. I left a note...

And I though we had something going. I was excited... I said that they could play once I stopped my part, but... did they forget? Or I guess they didn’t hear me.  

It’s okay... I can try again tomorrow.

I hope. Tomorrow...

-This has been Akko.]

//-//-//-//-//

She excitedly videos this weekend ‘meet-up’.

Akko still doesn’t know who lives across the wall, but she sure knows his or her favorite songs by now, hearing it daily at the same sunset hours.

She admires the music, as usual, but this time it’s different. This time, they had sent her a note. An apology for missing out last time.

They request a duet with her, to make up for it. Of course, Akko accepts. And now she starts it off, praying and hoping her sound is heard through the barrier that keeps their music apart.

She ends her part of the duet, waiting in the most agonizing few seconds of silence. She briefly worries that her neighbor had forgotten their proposition; or maybe they couldn’t hear her once more.

It’s fine, she thinks... It’s okay. She scratches her cheek, wondering if she should hold on until next time again-

There it is. That beautiful sound, so personal to the one living across the wall. A sound of emotion that could only belong to whoever it was living there.

Akko had never heard anyone else play the way her neighbor did.

She laughs, she feels herself tear up a little. It hurts so sweet in her chest. It’s a fizzy, bubbling excitement. It’s a stretched-out joy across her cheeks.

A success!

A beautiful one, indeed.

//

[Day 8: Akko here. My wish came true. I... got to play with my neighbor! Yay!

... Maybe I should go meet them now...]

//-//-//-//-//

They do it again.

Akko excitedly bounces in her warmed piano seat, listening to her neighbor go first this time around. She listens intently. Once the wall music stops, she starts. This was their agreement, their deal.

The river’s flow stills a moment, and that’s Akko’s cue to pick up the current’s pace once more.

She plays with shy gusto, caressing the keys in a way that shows how she’s fallen in love again. With the piano? With music? Yes. With- ...

Love, huh. It’s such perfect timing too.

Today is Valentine’s day.

Akko doesn’t know whether or not her neighbor has anyone special in her life like that, but if they share the same situation, all alone in their apartments, locked in by the pandemic, she just wants them to know she receives the message their music is trying to get across to one another.

Her heart feels it. It translates it.

It cherishes it.

//

[Day 13.

Dear Neighbor,

I just... wanted to share the words we’ve exchanged, not through any verbal means, but through the sounds that reverberate against the very foundations of our connected homes. Thank you for this message.

I know that music is... our way of simply saying

“I don’t know who you are ... But I’m here. You’re not Alone.” This is for you too.

-Sincerely, Akko.]

//-//-//-//-//

It is a challenge.

For Akko or for her neighbor, she doesn’t know. What she does know is that tomorrow is going to be the big day! She’s finally going to see the face behind the songs that have embraced her tenderly throughout the lonely struggle she hadn’t realized had weighed down on her so heavily.

The interactions they’ve had, the conversations, they brighten up her everyday, and Akko is somewhat afraid she’s gotten attached; addicted- if you will- to this unique bond she’s formed with another she has never actually met.

Her mind strays from her current piece, body autopiloting a song called, “Mind Conductor” that both of them just so happen to like, apparently. Another fact that makes Akko feel all giddy as they seem to share a taste in other media outside of music.

She feels herself vibrate with nerves and excitement.

It’s tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day.

//

[We’re Finally Meeting.

Tomorrow.]

//-//-//-//-//

Akko tells a story.

She’s met her neighbor, not knowing what to expect. Despite having a lack of said expectations, she could confidently say it was better than anything she could have anticipated.

She rolls up the sleeves of her flannel shirt, readying herself to write the melodious response to the already playing tune in the background of her video.

Though she tries to listen intently, waiting for her turn, she is distracted. She knows she is.

After meeting someone as wonderful as her neighbor.

Blonde hair and blue eyes invade her recall, flashes of a soft smile and calm voice playing over and over in her head.

Her neighbor is the most gorgeous woman she’s ever met. Breath-taking. Akko says this with utmost objectivity as her lungs struggle to function after first meeting the lady.

Hailing from Scotland, the twenty-five-year-old had introduced herself to Akko. They exchanged a few pleasantries, some questions and information.

Akko had asked how she’d never known she had such a talented neighbor, to which the response was an admission from the woman that she had just moved in and was only staying in the adjacent apartment temporarily while awaiting for a relative to come for her after selling their old house back in their hometown.

Her mother... rests. Having had a certain heart disease for a while, her immune system had proven very susceptible to the pandemic reaper that had claimed her life for its tallied count. She never knew her father, it seemed.

Akko’s heart breaks as she remembers these things.

“All I have left is the piano.”

That’s what she’d said to her earlier.

Akko’s fingers glide across the keys, playing her role in this drama for two.

“I play at sunset because my mother came home at that time from work... she was always stressed.

...I wanted to be of help to her. I was happy she loved it. As I grew up, it became a habit.”

Akko fumbles with a few keys, making a slight mistake. She hopes her neighbor can forgive her for being so distracted at the moment, and right after they’d finally met too.

“Thank you, Miss-”

“Akko is fine.”

“Thank you, Akko. You’re playing has, in truth, kept me motivated and less lonely.”

Akko remembers having promised before their parting to their respective units that she would keep playing with her until she moves out.

Akko blushes upon remembering the stunning smile she was offered afterwards.

Her neighbor had been camera shy and so Akko didn’t get the opportunity for a picture. She hopes for the best in the future. She’ll try again if ever the lovely lady was ready.

They have time, anyway.

They do.

//

[Day 20, folks! Akko here, writing another video caption entry, Diary, thing... haha. The song playing right now in the video is gorgeous right? It’s... her favorite song. It’s called, ‘In case you don’t live forever’. She said it keeps her loser to her mother. It keeps her in her heart.

She plays so beautifully...

She’s just as beautiful. She’s amazing.

She’s... a special soul.

I feel goosebumps.

I’m glad. For her. Her music doesn’t sound as sorrowful as when I first heard it. It’s still every bit as emotional, though. I could cry. Really, I could...

...I’m so happy she’s healing.

It’s a process, but... I’ll be here. I’ll be here for her.

I’ll be here for you,

“Diana.”]

//-//-//-//-//

There are times when Akko thinks she’d like to get to know her neighbor more, a little more chatting, a few more minutes talking. 

However, it always seems as though there’s this unspoken rule. This... ‘don’t-get-too-close’, ‘don’t-ask-more-than-you-should’. It’s like a boundary that keeps Akko from learning more, discovering more.

Neither of them purposely meet-up outside their closed doors either, this lockdown and what-not all up in their face.

They see each other around the building sometimes, wave a hand, shake a plastic bag of groceries, but building protocols don’t really allow loitering in the halls, and Akko feels she’d be crossing a line in inviting the girl over, and she doesn’t see herself getting invited instead either.

Despite this longing, she isn’t all too dissatisfied with the current standing of their relationship. Peculiar as it may be, she rather likes this.

A relationship built on a communication based on raw emotion delivered through their music.

If Akko ponders it deeply, it’s quite an intimate relationship, what they have. Thoughts and feelings in their purest form- unspoken, but not hidden.

She might not know too much about Diana. She may not know much of her past, or even her present, or general objective facts about the woman.

But what Akko does feel she knows is Diana’s heart. 

And Akko knows its utterly beautiful.

//-//-//-//-//

Moonlight Sonata has never felt so sad to her; its sounds reflecting something they both felt, Akko believed.

Akko feels her heart clench and ache in her chest, her face a little hot and her palms sweating.

Only a week left before the clock strikes twelve and the magic is broken.

Diana is finally moving out.

It is... their final duet.

How unfortunate.

Akko sighs, thinking about the pain she’ll feel later as she edits this portion of the video. Compared to the happy tones and build ups of all the others, this... is something she doesn’t know if she can do.

Maybe she can ask Amanda for a favor this time around?

She’s actually shown some of her closest friends her video logs, and they all had sent kind messages to Akko’s new friend, who in turn, felt worlds and worlds happier.

Akko feels happy as well.

Diana’s joy is contagious. It shows through her expressive music that gives away the feelings her face doesn’t show.

Speaking of Diana’s face... she still hasn’t agreed on showing her face on camera. Akko supposes it’s still too early. Maybe before she leaves? Oh Akko hopes so. She wants to have something to look at physically to remember Diana by. Not that she’d ever forget.

Still, a little memory help never hurt anyone.

Diana’s turn comes in smoothly through the wall, Akko unable to keep her smile from forming.

She’s going to miss this. The playing; the sometimes awkward, but unconventionally amazing duets; the letters shoved underneath door; and the very rare hallway meet-up where Akko can only smile at Diana as they exchange a literal word or two.

Akko reminisces.

The past... two months now, have been amazing. Incredible. Life-changing. Akko wonders what the future has in store for them both after they part.

Maybe they could meet again. Someday. Somehow. Somewhere.

Akko knows she’ll keep playing still. At the same time, on a weekend, as the sunsets. For Diana. She’s promised she’ll keep making the video logs. She’ll send them over to her so that they can still keep this music alive in some way.

//-//-//-//-//

[Day 62.

Hi, Diana. It’s me, Akko.

I... wrote you a song...? Or well, I started to... I’m not quite done yet, hihi. Got a little too ambitious and all... thought I could add some other instruments besides our- the piano... aha..haha...

When you first told me your story, I started picturing it out. A life dyed with all the colors of the spectrum. From the vivids to the grays, it was such a lovely imagery in my minds eye. A painting I could not get out of my head.

And so this song is... yeah. That.

A story.

A story about this wonderful twenty-five-year-old woman who so happened to move next door to this uninspired artist. She’d lost her mother to a stupid virus, and she’d never known her father. Her house got sold, and she had only one distant relative she knew of left.

She spends her days along in a box of white walls and empty silence. That is, until the sun decides to rest for the day, and it sends its golden rays of energy to the girl and to her piano that she thought to be her sole companion in this tragedy.

She plays her favorite songs, filling the emptiness with her own emotions; making the intangible manifest itself and cause a dumb girl next door to one day slip a scratch of paper underneath her door, asking for a song.

A note with a request... and with a message that she’d heard her feelings- her loneliness; and that she’d never let her be alone anymore.

And that’s how they became friends, huh, Diana?

Two pianos, Two people, and a wall that keeps them apart.

They didn’t know who was playing on the other side. But did it matter?

In this dreary, blackened time of the world,

‘You can be the light of somebody else’ darkness, so keep shining.’.

Dear Diana,

In case my playing isn’t as emotionally expressive as yours, I hope you at least know this now. Through this video.

That you were, and are... my light.

-Akko.

P.S. I hope I finish the song and give it to you before you leave.]

//-//-//-//-//

 She feels herself hyperventilating, her vision bleary. She can barely stand. She feels like vomiting, and dying, and screaming all at once.

Her anxieties run rampant all over the room.

If this keeps up, she may as well hurt herself beyond help.

She trudges over to the one thing that could ground her at the moment.

The piano.

Her hands are shaky as they do multiple attempts to turn on the keyboard, hitting the wrong buttons and turning the volume knob up too loud that when Akko accidentally leans against the keyboard, hand pressing down on many keys, the sound almost blows up her eardrums.

She curses, smashing a hand against those same keys, the cluster of notes echoing through her apartment walls.

“aaaaAAAAGGHHHHHHHH!!!!”

She allows the scream to tear out of her throat; emotions, wild horses finally released into the open.

“AGH! AGGHHHH!!! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH”

She falls face first onto the keys, now ignoring the loudness of their noise, momentarily thinking it would be better to allow her ears to bleed out so she’d never hear a thing again.

She wants something, anything, to drown out the pain she feels right now.

...

She sobs against the keys, head lifting as she apologizes to her piano, wiping off the tears that are quickly replaced by fresh ones.

Akko gives up and plays a note. Then two.

Then she’s playing ‘you’ll be in my heart’ and she’s crying more.

She lets herself cry as she plays.

Today, she was supposed to see Diana off. She had left a final note the day before yesterday, asking if she could do so. Help Diana carry her things, maybe swap numbers, and just... maybe keep this connection going for years to come.

Last night, she’d said good night at Diana’s door.

The girl gave her the sweetest smile, an almost unnoticeable blush on her features.

Oh, but Akko noticed anyway.

Of course, she would. With how shamelessly she stared at Diana at that moment.

Diana laughed, stepping closer and patted Akko on the cheek- kissed her there- before turning about to shut the door, along with the lights Akko saw go off from underneath it.

She was excited for the morning.

But when morning came... Diana was gone.

Akko had been thrown into confusion and a frantic state that she’d bolted all around, searching for signs or a left behind message.

Nothing.

She had then run down to ask the land lady, and that’s where she’d found out.

The heart disease Diana’s mother had was hereditary.

Diana had had an attack, and with an emergency alerting device, she’d been able to contact her only family, and had been taken to the hospital.

That was good.

That gave Akko relief and joy.

...so why is she despairing now?

...She didn’t know.

No, not the reason for her despair. She knows that.

The reason she was in this state is because she didn’t know.

She didn’t know what had happened.

She didn’t know Diana had suddenly disappeared in the middle of the night.

She didn’t know where she was, or where whoever took her.

She didn’t know that Diana had that heart disease too.

She didn’t know because she never got to ask.

She never got to learn more, know more.

... Did she not know Diana then?

Her mind taunts her, her heart hurts her.

She doesn’t know a lot about Diana. Not as much as she thinks.

That’s what they tell her.

For all the emotions they’d exchanged through music, that was the extent of it. Had Akko been too presumptuous in thinking she’d known Diana so deeply because of what they’d shared?

When in reality she may as well be a random stranger playing her show tunes and disturbing her neighbors.

Akko almost believes it.

But no... no. She can’t do that. She can’t assume those things. Not about their connection. Not about Diana.

Because Diana had told her once upon a song that she- that Akko had been her light. Her comfort. Akko believes in Diana. So she believes these feelings as well.

Yet these feelings of her own were so conflicting, so daunting. They battle in her mind, questioning and justifying every little thing. All things relating to Diana. Diana and... Diana.

Akko coughs out a few more sobs, throat incredibly dry.

She stops playing for a moment, dragging herself to the kitchen for a glass of water.

Then she goes back to the piano.

She... doesn’t feel like playing again.

What should she play anyway?

What song does she want to play? What song... Song... Song... Diana... What was Diana’s favorite song?

Diana? Song? A song for Diana? A song about-

Akko falls off her piano bench as she scrambles for her coffee table, sighing in relief as the papers for her composition are still there.

With shaky hands, she takes the sheets and a pencil and brings them over to the piano.

And she writes a few notes, then a few bars.

Diana.

Diana.

Who is Diana.

What does Akko not know about her. Her other struggles? Her sickness? Her trials and her fears? Her past?

That melody... sounded too sad for a parting gift. Akko doesn’t want Diana to feel more sorrow when she moves out...

Then....

What does Akko know? About Diana?

“Diana is...”

Expressive, emotional.

Diana is intelligent, an intellectual.

Diana is sincere and sweet.

Diana is talented and tasteful in music.

Diana is... her neighbor, her... new friend,

....Akko’s... what?

What was she to Akko?

“You are my light.”

-Akko ends up writing as a title.

But that’s a little too embarrassing to give to someone who was just your neighbor and a new friend... right?

And maybe it didn’t exactly represent the whole thing Akko had written.

So she erases it, biting her pencil as she tries to come up with a new name, a new caption for this creation.

What could it be. That describes Diana in her entirety; her life, her struggles, her joys.

Who is she? Who is Akko’s neighbor?

Akko scratches her head in frustration, wracking her brains even more.

With a sigh, she replies to herself aloud, the simplest, somewhat plain, and stupidly obvious answer.

“Well, she’s Diana.”

And it clicks.

That she is.

She is Diana.

And Akko throws on a jacket, a mask, and some shoes and thinks no more.

//-//-//-//-//

[Dear Diana,

I know very little about you

But you’ve changed my life.

Really you have.

You gave me back my passion, and a little bit more of that even. Maybe aroused a new passion within me.

I’d say, “You’ll be in my heart”, but that sounds too much of a farewell, to be honest.

And I’d rather not say goodbye just yet.

Not like this.

Music... Is a powerful thing. Despite the rampaging emotions I’d felt as I found out what had happened to you today, I- I kept playing. It grounded me. It helped me.

Diana, you once told me I was your light.

And you know I’ve told you already. That you’ve been MINE.

Diana. This video might look incredibly shaky and chaotic.

But please forgive me for that, and know that it is because I’m running with all my might to find out where you are. I got a hint for the hospital you might have been taken too.

It kinda seems like I’m a stalker now, huh?

I’m sorry. I just... I-

I can’t say goodbye to you....

Not just yet...

I still... have a song for you.

So... wait for me?”]

//-//-//-//-//

Eyes blink, bright white melting into color. They scan the room, looking for hints to identify her location.

Her body aches, her chest hurts. Her throat is parched. Her head is throbbing.

What is that annoying beeping sound-

Ah. Of course.

The hospital.

Again.

She hates it. She hates the smell of antiseptic and sterile sheets. She hates the taste of badly prepared hospital meals, and too-dry food.

The water has this strange quality to it when you’re in the hospital.

She knows this well.

She hates that she does.

She sighs, sinking into her pillows. At least those are comfortable.

Ugh.

What bad timing, really. For an attack.

She was supposed to move out today. She was supposed to meet with her aunt- who actually has probably met up with her by now, seeing as Diana is in a hospital and her usual alert device seems to be charging within reach beside her. Also she sees Daryl’s purse on the seat.

Maybe the woman had gone out temporarily for something important.

That was fine.

It just meant Diana was left alone again. If only for a short while.

...Alone, huh.

These past two months, she hadn’t been that.

All because of one girl, one Atsuko Kagari that she’d met by chance through a piano and through a wall. The sound quite literally carrying over through a wall.

Diana can’t believe she used to be so skeptical of thin-walled living spaces, wondering how people kept their privacy.

Now, however, she feels blessed that that was the case.

Else she’d never have met... her light.

That’s right.

When everything, her vision, her hopes, her heart had steadily been dying out, through her dim came a glow. That glow was the connection she’d found through her neighbor across a wall.

It had surprised her the first time she realized someone was playing alongside her one sunset session, months ago. She would have thought it creepy had the person’s music been any less captivating.

There were just so many colors in the music, there was just so much warmth. It sounded a little rough, a few hinges rusty at first; but it came along after a few pseudo duets, and then Diana had found these duets to be a staple in her life.

Then she met Akko for the first time, and more warmth and color came into her life.

Diana found herself enjoying the musical conversations they had, intrigued by thoughts that they were actually able to communicate in that way and understand one another to that extent, no words attached.

And she enjoyed these nonverbal bonding moments.

But when they actually wrote to one another, or when they’d have their short greetings when they’d meet up in the hall, Diana found herself wanting to draw even closer, to get to know Akko even more.

And when Akko asked if she could do the same, Diana had found it so easy to open up.

She’d loved to know even more about the girl.

But how would she do it now?

They didn’t have the chance to exchange numbers, and Diana was probably moving as soon as she left the hospital. Her things were already being shipped to her new home, after all. There wasn’t much reason to return to her apartment, really.

“Idiot. Stupid, Diana. Not asking her sooner. What are you supposed to do no-”

Two knocks on her door.

It doesn’t open right away. It doesn’t seem to open at all.

Diana deduces it’s not a doctor or nurse then. And it might not be Daryl either because the woman would have already called the attending nurse to open the door already.

So then, who could it be?

Diana tries not to let her mind wander and get her hopes up, because there is no way- just no way- it’s who she hopes it will be.

The door opens, and her breath is unexpectedly bated- and she releases it, seeing it’s just the janitor.

Trying not to let disappointment leak into her tone, she greets him a good mor-

“I’m glad... I was right.... hah... hah... You’re here... Diana.”

And Diana really shouldn’t just assume things such as being wrong, and that maybe her neighbor was a creep two months back.

Because now her neighbor, all frazzled, sweaty, and out of breath, is right there in front of her, a bunch of papers crumpled in one hand as the other is held over her heart, trying to calm herself.

“You... hah... didn’t let m-me... Sa-ha-y goodbye... so... you’re not allowed... to leave me waiting in silence and never respond...” Akko huffs. “There’s no more wall preventing you from using words now.”

Her breathing finally slows, and she manages to look up.

“I still have a song for you, after all.”

Diana doesn’t realize, nor does she feel the tears flowing down her face.

Akko doesn’t either.

“L-Let me know what you think... It’s my first song and all...” She becomes this shy blushing school girl as she approaches Diana’s bedside, awkwardly handing over the worn pieces of paper, all wrinkled up from whatever adventure Akko had been on prior to arriving here. “... then maybe we could play a duet again or something...”

She mumbles it so quietly Diana almost didn’t catch it.

She smiles.

She doesn’t think about the reality that was supposed to occur today had she not been taken to the hospital.

Virtual duets aren’t really her thing. She much prefers hearing sound in person, in real-time. She prefers the ability to adapt and adjust to play alongside someone; to feel expression and emotion first hand; to experience a duet in full.

So it’s a simple reply that she has ready, along with a smile on her face as she takes Akko’s hand in hers.

“I’d love that.”

 //-//-//-//-//

 Diana has told her many times that it’s thanks to her that she was able to recover as quickly as she did, and be out of the hospital in only a week.

Akko sheepishly denies that every time.

They’re both just glad things seem to settle to be alright now.

Diana leans her head against Akko’s shoulder as they share a pair of earphones, listening to the composition play on the latter’s laptop.

“I love it.”

“I know. You’ve told me that the past 4 months, everyday.”

“And I will continue to.”

Akko tries her best to hide the smile that had grown on her face, but it’s impossible. It comes out in laughs and a few soft tears, and she rubs her head against Diana’s.

“You have all the time to, it seems.”

“Yes, and I won’t waste it.” Diana quips, turning her head up to look at Akko with the tenderest of smiles. “Care to play?”

Akko simply smiles, before wrapping Diana up in a hug so deep, and warm, and tender. Without a word, she stands them both up, walking them over to two keyboards now positioned side-by-side.

They take seat. With eyes meeting, and a small nod, they begin.

They don’t need words to figure out the rhythm they’ll fall into, or what they should do, or who plays what part for today.

Akko’s colors seep out, her warmth embedded in her music. Diana’s expressive emotions tell Akko all she needs to know, and they play in harmony.

Together, they tell a story.

A story that began with a sunset and a few familiar notes from a piano.

A story about its music and what lay beyond a wall.

A story once called, “Diana”.

Now,

“Diana and Akko”.

  A/N: ....  Hrmmm... I didn’t like how i ended it, tbh,,, hahaha. I just... lost my thought process now. I’m tired and lost.

Anyway.

Based off this story

The follow-up to this won’t be now, or anytime too soon. Or tbh, I could just end it like this. But there’s this ache in my heart that wants to know what happens next as well. Or more things such as how Diana ended up staying. But well,

...who knows.

Bye for now.

~Shintori Khazumi

[snakgoblin]

Fan appreciation post!

Server people!

@ashs-studio Hiiiiiii you're cool and definitely one of my favorite people everrrr thank you for everything you do for wittle ole meeeee

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@therivertm I love how you draw the Warners!! They look so feral and its beautiful! Also I saw you joined IAQ's server so I hope we become good friends!!!

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There's so many more but its 5:50am and I keep accidentally deleting this so I'm just gonna post this and if I left anyone out, I will put them in cause this is subject to change anyways. Love you all!!

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Chrysopoeia pt 2

EYYYY ITS HERE BOYS

@panna-pan @princeboo IVE GOT MORE JUICE FOR YOU

TW: Flashbacks

.oOo.oOo.oOo.

Summary: Follow-up to last fic, Tommy makes a few new friends.

Word Count: 3,287

Date of Completion: Thursday, January 21st, 2021

.oOo.oOo.oOo.

Ranboo watched as Tubbo placed the final blocks to their Nether base. After they had gotten the messages from Niki, they had stayed out of the Nether for a few days, letting themselves take their time in getting over the messages before they had returned. Two days had been enough rest for them before they were back to work in the Nether. Tommy had finished building the pathway and the two were watching Tubbo add the final touches.

Their Nether cabin was nothing extravagant. It resembled their cabin back home, but with crimson planks and blackstone instead of the oak and stone bricks. Ranboo had begun working on a fencing around their little outpost to keep hoglins out.

“Ranboo?” An uneasy voice called.

The hybrid looked behind him. “Yeah?”

He froze when he saw Tommy in what looked like a standoff with three piglins. “Oh no-”

Tubbo glanced over from his spot on the roof and stiffened, reaching for his sword before realizing he’d left it in the cabin. He cursed himself softly as Tommy looked between the piglins anxiously. At least he has his gold boots.

He watched as Tommy reached hesitantly into his bag and pulled out a gold ingot. The piglin in the middle, the largest, seemed curious and took a step forward as Tommy offered it out. The piglin snorted excitedly as the two behind him chuffed enviously. The piglin took the gold and admired it for a few moments before reaching into a bag around it’s shoulder and pulling out an enchantment book. Tommy straightened curiously as the piglin tossed it to him carelessly, still admiring the gold. He stumbled to catch it before reading the cover, his eyes brightening. “This is a soul speed book!”

Ranboo joined Tommy’s side hesitantly and glanced at the book. “These guys aren’t as aggressive as they are in the SMP.” He observed with a hum.

Back at the SMP, the piglins were more aggressive. They’d attack whether you were wearing gold armor or not, and some of them would even ignore the offerings of gold as a distraction. Ranboo can’t help but wonder if it was just a regional thing, or if they had caused the aggression in the first place.

Tommy dug into his bag and pulled out two more ingots, giving each of the other piglins one. The three seemed pleased with their new neighbors as they handed Tommy their trades, a few pieces of leather and a handful of spectral arrows. The blond had hesitantly turned his back on the piglins, disappearing into the cabin for a moment before returning with Tubbo’s sword. He climbed up the scaffolding and handed the iron blade over to his friend, who took it and whispered a small thanks.

Ranboo returned to the fencing he was building, keeping an eye on the piglins who had stuck around. The piglins watched them work curiously, their eyes piercing as the three moved their things inside and finished up the fence. After a bit, the piglins grunted and snorted before taking their leave. The kids exchanged looks. “Well that was a bit weird,”

“Ey, they aren’t attacking us so I’m not complaining.”

Tubbo nodded in agreement with Tommy. “Well, I’m done with the cabin, what do you say we explore around here?”

Ranboo’s eyes lit up. “I’m down, Tommy?”

Tommy looked between the two for a moment. Ranboo’s tail twitched when he saw Tommy’s almost uneasy expression. “Nobody knows where we are, Tommy, remember? They think we’re dead,”

Tubbo nodded in agreement. “Nobody’s gonna come looking for us, not in the Nether at least.”

The blond looked between the two for a moment before sighing. “Alright, okay, let’s go.”

.oOo.oOo.oOo.

A small ways away from their cabin, there was a huge lava lake and a few small Strider nests. Across the lava lake, the three could see a Basalt Delta and a Warped Forest. The three decided to let Tommy build a bridge across the lava with the leftover red nether bricks, armed with a fire resistance potion in case anything went wrong, and they would build blackstone walls along the side. It was small but worked well enough for them to reach the Deltas. Tommy agreed to build a bridge to the Warped Forest too once they had the materials. There were a few areas that were raised above the lava level so the Striders could still pass easily. They grabbed some blackstone and basalt before returning to the cabin to get more materials. 

They dropped off what they had collected before Tommy stretched and yawned. “I dunno about you two, but I could use a nap.”

Tubbo nodded in agreement. “We’ve made a lot of progress today, we deserve one.” 

Ranboo hummed and turned. “Then let’s go, I could use some sleep too.”

The three began making their way back to the portal, following the red nether brick path while talking quietly.

They returned home and quickly treated themselves to some water, food, and well-deserved rest.

.oOo.oOo.oOo.

The next time the three returned to the Nether, it was for quartz. Tubbo was determined to use it for something that involved redstone, Tommy hardly understood what Tubbo was talking about when he described it, but he was determined to support his friend. 

Tubbo had assured them he could go mining on his own, but Ranboo didn’t want to let him go on his own in case he was attacked, which left Tommy on his own.

“Tommy, are you sure you don’t wanna come with us? I know you don’t like being alone,”

“I’ll be fine, Big Man.” He bumped their shoulders gently from where they were sitting. “I can handle being alone for a couple hours, I’ll be at the Nether cabin anyway, and if it gets too much, I can go hang out with Haley!”

Tubbo and Ranboo still seemed uneasy. “Are you sure?”

“I can last a couple hours, Tubbo. If it gets really, really bad, I can shoot you a message on the comms,” He assured, holding the communicator up.

Tubbo shifted before nodding. “Alright, promise?”

“Promise.”

Tommy sighed and leaned back in the crimson wood chair Tubbo had made. It was nicely crafted and more comfortable than expected. He sat for a while before feeling a bit fidgety. I gotta do something,

He stood up and paced in a small circle before looking through the things they had. He was able to wipe down some things. In only a few days, an almost surprising amount of ash had coated the room. He wiped down everything carefully before freezing up as he heard a snorting noise outside. He stood up a bit straighter as he looked at the door. He heard another noise and shifted hesitantly, pulling on his gold boots quickly as he made his way to the door. He opened it hesitantly to see a few piglins just outside of the fencing. 

The largest of them looked up and greeted him with a huffing noise. Tommy hesitated before retreating inside for a moment and returning with gold. The piglin made a greedy noise at the sight and Tommy approached, moving cautiously. He tried to remain friendly as he handed the piglin some gold. The piglin seemed pleased as he took and admired it before handing him a bag full of gravel. Tommy wrinkled his nose a bit and muttered out a thanks.

The piglin met his gaze before grunting and turning, squealing for something. Another piglin behind the larger made a small motion before turning and motioning something forward. After a few moments, two young piglins stepped out, looking curious. They were small, half the size of the adults, but they seemed friendly as they approached, watching the largest for something. 

The largest made a softer noise, seeming to call the two forward. The two greeted the largest and looked up at Tommy. He looked between the older and the young ones for a moment, unsure of what was expected from him, before reaching into his bag and taking out two more gold bars. He handed the smaller piglins the gold, frequently glancing up and looking for signs of aggression from the other piglins, before smiling a bit as their eyes lit up. The two small piglins exchanged looks and squealed happily at each other, when the older reached into his  bag and pulled out two smaller bags, handing them to the young ones. The two took them quickly when the larger made a small noise and motioned to Tommy. The two made small noises before reaching into the bags and pulling objects out. 

He smiled a bit as he realized what was going on. They’re teaching them,

Tommy took the items to see they were leather and some bricks. He chuckled and thanked them, watching as the older piglin made a pleased noise. The blond couldn’t help but grin at the sight of the little piglins looking giddy at the small bit of gold they’d been given. One suddenly grabbed Tommy’s hand and started tugging him along, startling the blond. He quickly jerked away at grip, panic blooming in his chest as his mind screamed to get away. The young ones looked surprised at his sudden shift as he took a step back, his breathing picking up.

Flashes of memories from his exile flooded his mind and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to remind himself that he wasn’t there. The piglins watched him for a moment as he tried to calm his racing heart, rubbing his wrists desperately to try and shake off the invisible, threatening grasp. The adults watched him for a few more moments before one snorted gently, moving to his side and nudging him gently. He flinched at the touch before looking up to meet their gaze.

He was shocked to see a glimmer of understanding in their eyes. They made another gentle noise before stepping back and giving him space. After a few moments, his heart rate returned to normal as his breathing steadied again, and the younger ones approached him, making soft noises.

Tommy watched them for a moment before offering a smile and taking a step forward. The two seemed to take it as a sign that things were okay and made happy squealing noises, seeming to quickly forget about his panic and lead him on, one moving behind him and pushing him gently, the other leading from in front.

He couldn’t help but laugh before following their lead.

.oOo.oOo.oOo.

Tubbo yawned and stretched. “Oh god, my arms are gonna be so sore tomorrow.”

Ranboo chuckled softly. “Yeah? Aren’t you used to, you know, mining and placing blocks?”

“Well yeah, but it’s nothing like mining quartz. Netherrack is so brittle it all just falls apart with a few hits, but then you gotta sift through all the leftover bits to get the quartz. It’s just so much work.”

“Really? I’d say it’s probably easier than regular mining,”

Tubbo shook his head. “No, I’d say not,”

Ranboo hummed. “Agree to disagree,”

“Alright then,”

Ranboo hummed. “Let’s get back to the cabin, you could do for some water. Hydration and stuff,”

Tubbo nodded. “Yeah- I’d say I’m pretty parched,” he paused to think for a moment. “How do you stay hydrated, Ranboo?”

The Enderman hybrid raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”

“You’re like, half human right? How do you stay hydrated?”

Ranboo hummed. “Actually, I’m only a quarter human,”

Tubbo stopped. “What?!”

Ranboo’s tail twitched a bit in amusement. “Yeah, I’m half Enderman, quarter human, and a quarter Ghast,”

Tubbo gaped. “Oh my God! Really?!”

Ranboo chortled and grinned. “Yep,”

“Oh that’s so cool! So are you fire resistant and stuff?”

Ranboo shook his head. “No, not quite. But I’ve never really needed water to stay alive, in fact I think it does more harm than good. I tried drinking it once, not fun stuff,”

Tubbo watched him curiously. “Does water hurt?”

Ranboo’s shoulders raised a bit. “Eh, kinda so, kinda not. You know that tingly pins and needles feeling?”

“Oh yeah, like when you stay in a weird position for too long? I hate that,”

Ranboo nodded. “Yeah, it’s like that, but like, amped up, you know? It’s not life threatening but it’s definitely not comfortable.” 

“It sounds unpleasant,”

“It really is,”

The two chuckled lightly as they walked on, falling into a comfortable silence.

After a bit, Tubbo took a deep breath. “Say, do you think Tommy’s okay?”

Ranboo hummed. “I mean, he hasn’t messaged either of us and he said he would if anything happened, I’m sure he’s fine.”

Tubbo made a small noise of agreement, though he picked up the pace a little bit. Ranboo followed silently as they drew closer to the cabin.

They arrived quickly and Tubbo began looking around worriedly. Ranboo could see his eyes fill with fear and moved to the brunet’s side. “What’s wrong, Tubbo?”

“It’s quiet,” He paused for a moment, “Tommy’s never quiet- Tommy?” He called, quickly approaching the gate.

His worries were only fueled when he saw the fence gate was open. While yes, Tommy did tend to leave doors and gates open, that meant he had to leave in the first place. “Tommy?!” He called again, only getting more and more anxious at the lack of response.

Ranboo went to call him before hearing a loud noise. An ever-so-familiar screaming laugh that belonged to Tommy and Tommy alone. Tubbo straightened and yelled. “Tommy?!” A bit more panicked as he turned and ran towards the source of the sound.

The two were practically sprinting towards the sound as his loud laugh rang in their ears again before Tubbo skidded to a stop at the sight in front of him. Ranboo bumped into him and gasped sharply. “Tubbo- what’s-”

“Shhh,” The smaller hissed softly, staring into a clearing.

Ranboo paused and followed his gaze, stiffening to see Tommy standing in the clearing with two piglins, both half his size, and holding a dull gold sword. One of the small piglins charged at him with its small sword raised and clashed swords with him. The two had a small mock-fight before the other small piglin lunged into battle, tackling Tommy and letting out a squeal-like barking noise.

The blond burst into loud laughter as three adult piglins watching from the sidelines made amused huffing noises. Tommy threw the small one off gently, the little one seeming unbothered by the gentle shove as it stood back up and charged again.

The three continued to fight playfully for a few minutes, oblivious to their new viewers. That is, until one of the adults made a sharp barking noise. The two young piglins immediately looked up and moved to the adults side, making small, worried noises as another one of the older ones stepped protectively in front of them. The largest piglin barked warningly and stepped towards Tommy, moving the blond behind him as if to defend him. 

Tommy let out a surprised noise, seemed caught off guard as the piglin barked angrily again. Tubbo gasped sharply as he realized that the piglin was making the noises in their direction. He quickly nudged Ranboo. “Come on, they know we’re here, I don’t want them thinking we’re a threat,” He whispered before moving out of the foliage, keeping his hands in view of the piglins. “It’s just us,” He called.

Tommy brightened when he saw him. “Tubbo, holy shit, you will never guess what happened.”

The brunet smiled slightly as Tommy moved around the piglin carefully to greet his friend. “Did you make friends with the piglins?”

“I MADE FRIENDS WITH THE FUCKIN PIGLINS!!!”

Ranboo burst into laughter as he revealed himself as well. “Well, that’s one way to make the Nether a bit safer I guess,”

Tommy grinned deviously before turning to the other piglins and bumping arms with Tubbo gently and motioning to Ranboo. “They’re friends, see? Friends,” He explained, drawing out the word as he repeated it.

The largest piglin looked between them before making a small chuffing noise, approaching slowly. He looked over Tubbo for a moment before examining Ranboo. “Do you two have gold? He’ll probably chill out if you two give him gold,”

Tubbo nodded. “Yeah, we grabbed some while getting quartz,” He explained quickly, reaching into the bag of materials and pulling out a couple ingots, handing one to Ranboo. 

The two handed the gold to the piglin, who looked at them both for a moment before taking them. He grabbed the ingots, examining them for a moment, before shoving them in his bag and pulling out a few items. He seemed ready to exchange them before pausing momentarily, switching the items between hands, and then passing them.

Ranboo grinned a bit as he examined the iron boots he was gifted. “These got soul speed!”

After a few moments of silence, Tubbo suddenly burst into laughter. “Oh my God! Ranboo-” The shorter wheezed for a few moments before lifting up what he was gifted.

Ranboo and Tommy burst into laughter as they realized that Tubbo was holding ender pearls. “Oh my fucking god! That’s fuckin’ rich-” Tommy exclaimed, shaking his head.

Ranboo shook his head a bit, his laughter dying down. “Oh man, I appreciate the sentiment.” He chuckled, turning to the piglin, who was watching their laughter with an almost confused look.

Tommy wiped a tear from his eye before sighing. “Jesus Christ man, ey, at least we know they’re trying.”

Tubbo straightened, also regaining his composure. “Speaking of which, when did this happen?” He asked, motioning to the other piglins watching on.

Tommy shrugged. “They came to trade some gold n’ shit and then the little ones dragged me over here and started play fighting with me. I just went along with it,”

Tubbo hummed. “That’s cool,” He examined the group for a moment before grinning and snickering lightly. “You fit in, don’t you?”

The blond turned to him with a look. “What the fuck is that supposed to imply?”

“Well, you’re loud, you like hoarding stuff and ripping people off-” 

“Don’t let the piglins hear you say that,”

“-you like fighting, you fit right in!”

Tommy raised an eyebrow. “I’m not convinced.”

Ranboo shrugged. “I dunno, I see the resemblance.”

“WHAT THE FUCK! ARE YOU SAYING I LOOK LIKE A PIG YOU BITCH?”

Ranboo and Tubbo burst into laughter at Tommy’s outburst. “No no no- that’s not what I meant-” Ranboo practically wheezed as he laughed. “I just meant you kind of act like them!”

“STOP TALKING MOTHERFUCKER!”

Tubbo was leaning on a crimson tree as he laughed hard, shaking his head. “Oh my god- I’m lightheaded!”

Tommy bristled. “FUCK YOU! I’M GOING HOME! AND BREAKING THE PORTAL WHEN I GET THERE! YOU BITCHES ARE FUCKED!”

Tubbo laughed loudly. “No! We’re sorry!” He yelped as the blond stomped away.

The piglins watched on in amusement, seeming to know that their argument wasn’t genuine as the two followed Tommy back. “Tommy we’re sorry!” Ranboo yelped, fighting back laughter. 

“It’s too late, villain arc bitch.”

“No!”

Tommy began sprinting, causing the other two to chase after him, laughing hard and loud.

Tommy felt a grin spread across his face as they raced back to the portal. This was good. This was how things should be. 

Something bloomed in his chest as he passed their little Nether cabin, running through the portal back to the Overworld and out of the cave, the others shortly behind him. He grinned as the sunlight hit his face. His mind raced a mile a minute, but it seemed to settle on one thing. On one truth he was coming to accept. This was home.

[dancinginrains]

This is a first few fics! I have something to say to them, but first I need to make sure you guys read the tags. With every fics I’ll post, I beg of you to read the tags so you know what you are walking into. I said it’s going to be Angst free but there are some sad ones with HAPPY endings! Be careful. 💜

ATSU101: how to fall in love with your fake boyfriend by solyn (SAKUATSU fic) 11 chapters | college AU

What Sakusa says is this:

"I told Kuroo-san I would do it, but I thought you should hear it from me." What Atsumu says, in all his infinite eloquence and quick-tongued wit is:

"Wuh?" Sakusa sneers.

"Congratulations, Miya, until the end of Terushima-san's party, we're officially dating."

or: Atsumu needs a fake date. Sakusa needs a fake boyfriend. What could possibly go wrong?

~ Here we are, this masterpiece is like one of my favorites. So many times I laughed my ass off and the thing that there’s absolutely no ANGST and the ending still made me cry from joy and jealousy, is making me even more in love with this fic! I recommed you reading this for 100% w/o any doubt in my mind!

Coffee King by oiivkawa (IWAOI fic) 33 chapters | caffee/collage AU | Explicit content!

“I’m in love,” Oikawa declared, succumbing to the warm embrace of his arms once more, burying his head deep within the confines.

“You’re dating someone? Oh shit, I didn’t know that,” Kuroo whistled.

“I wish,” Oikawa responded with a sigh, memory flashing back to the handsome stranger and his green eyes, warm complexion, and those arms –

“Oh, so it’s that kind of love. Alright, hit me. What’s his name?” Oikawa’s face twisted down in an offended glare. “You don’t know his name?” Kuroo asked carefully, lips teetering on the edge of a smile.

“Not yet, but I will. Mark my words, the next time he comes in here I’m going to get his name and his number,” Oikawa announced firmly.

“That is, if he comes back. You know, this could have been a one time thing,” Bokuto reminded unhelpfully.

“I take back what I said earlier. I’m firing you,” Oikawa deadpanned.

~ MY FAVORITE! I know I should’ve started WITH my favorite one but I decided to go with my favorite ship (SakuAtsu) in stead! Iwaoi is my second fav ship ever so it was quite hard to pick a favorite fic but soon as I saw this title I needed to go with this one. I love coffee AU so much so it just made me love it more and more! Pinning Kawa and almost oblivious Iwa, what a couple. :D There is a bit of an ANGST but it’s not that bad so you can go ahead.

New phone who dis by meruemsthights (IWAOI fic) 25 chapters | collage/uni/ texting AU

Oikawa texts the wrong number when complaining about Ushijima, and then keeps texting Iwaizumi.

~ Yes, yes, and YES. Just read this recently and it might be my second favorite (IwaOi) one! Iwa being Iwa and the mum jokes are the cherry on top. There is a little ANGST but it’s the biggest part of it which makes it more realistic. I’m really glad I stumbled upon this. :)

Defectio Solis by Moami (KAGEHINA fic) one shot | Karasuno HS

Hinata stops talking to him – and then his smile dies. Tobio is far more bothered than he wants to admit.

~ Guys! I know how the summary looks like but believe me with this one. Even tho there is some ignoring from Shōyō’s side it’s PURE fluf! I was really surprised with the ending, tbh I expected something worse that’ll end up with ANGST but no, it was so adorable that I almost cried. :’)

This gets annoying fast, Makki by Ink_stained_quills (MATSUHANA fic) one shot | Sejioh HS

Hanamaki disease: for an unknown amount of time, Hanamaki Takahiro must go “eyyyy” whenever someone locks eyes with their crush. Thus, of course, it’s going to be pretty damn awkward for Sejioh’s volleyball team.

~ HILARIOUS, I love Mattsun and Makki so much! They deserve more recognition and more fics bc I don’t have a lot of them… :( Again, I laughed my ass off, everything, revolving this ship is total comedy, and I’m weirdly in for it. Sadly it just a one shot so, it’s a minus point but still!

Well that’s it for now gals! It’s on AO3 and you can just CLICK on the TITTLE and it’ll take you guys straight to the first chapter! Thank you so much for viewing this, and i hope you’ll look forward for any of my posts. If you want some fics for other sites just PM me and I’ll do everything i can to make it happen. :) 💜

[kangarooken]

Hi Ken! What's your update schedule for Like Magic? I'm a brand new reader so I was curious about the typical time between chapters. Absolutely no pressure, your fic is fantastic and well worth the wait.

eyyyy I love new readers! welcome to the ride. I actually Tweeted about this so I’m glad you asked this question cuz it means I get to share the answer here, too!

Here’s what I wrote in response to someone asking about our update schedule in the chapter 23 Ao3 comments:

hey! unfortunately, grass and I get really busy with school and some updates take longer than others. 1-2 weeks between updates is the norm, but things change depending on the schedule. We have updated in as few as 4 days at the shortest and as long as 3 weeks at the longest :/

if you follow my Twitter, you'll see that I Tweet about progress and word count milestones so readers get a better idea of when to expect a chapter. Chapters for this fic are 8-10K words in length, and I'll sometimes put little word count updates so people can cheer me on and I can interact 'n stuff :D

Thank you for being interested in this story! It really blows my mind that so many people have come along on this journey with us <3 <3 <3

[pleasantanathema]

MOMMYYYYY 💖💖 17, 37 and 38 for the fanfic ask pwease?? 💖💖💖

Eyyyy baby, how you doin? 😏

17. How obsessively do you sit and stare at your fic after you’ve just posted and wait for feedback?

I don’t sit back and stare at my fic, I immediately go back and re-read what I posted to make sure I don’t have spelling or grammar errors, even if I checked before posting. I will read it once or twice and then finally put my phone or laptop away and go do something else. I’m always nervous posting a new fic, so I don’t like to sit around and wait for feedback, it makes me too anxious. However, the moment I get that first comment, my heart soars into a new dimension of happiness. 

37. Give an update on your current WIP - if you don’t have one, give a sneak peek to a title or idea that you have and would like to write.

Ohohohohoho I kind of let the cat out of the bag for this one earlier with a thirst post for Geralt of Rivia from The Witcher.........but I’m working on a Fantasy!AU fic that has my favorite Haikyuu character as a Witcher in the Witcher universe. The idea came to me last night in the shower (as many ideas do) and I have already made a whole outline for it and I’m actually going to write some for it tonight. I am so fucking excited because I love that universe and I can’t wait to build some lore for the character and have an excuse to write steamy Witcher smut. 

38. What does your writing process look like? How chaotic is it on a scale of 1 (very tame) to 10 (you can’t handle this kind of chaos)?

I answered that question here! But the TL;DR is that my writing process is pretty tame, it’s normally me sitting and chilling and just writing whatever comes to mind for the fanfic or following my notes. 

However, that process is not the same for my academic writing lol. The chaos level there is at like an 8 with the history theses I write. I always have massive amounts of coffee, a million books and tabs open, and trying to get all my citations correct is a nightmare so I always have some form of citation machine open to help me get all my footnotes into the proper Chicaho style. Fanfic writing is a nice break from the chaos of academia writing. 

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