#hope you don't mind i went pre established with it!

[perniicious]

@sewninto​ said: “i didn't want to come, but i need your help.”

he’s hesitant, knowing all too well the way things usually ended up when he was the one doing the helping but it’s no match for buck’s desperate need to protect the few people he cared for.    “what happened?”

[unladielike]

@geistxhund​​ — continued from here ;;

    The moment he admits to having no idea what to actually get on the menu, Vivian is quick to poise her thumb and forefinger beneath her chin before pursing her lips together in careful consideration. Honestly, it was news to her dairy apparently didn’t agree well with Khaz’ stomach, but now that they were officially seated at the table, it seemed rude to suddenly bail before even ordering.

    “Hm, there’s apparently a Gluten-free version of the Eggplant Parm? Or alternatively, I guess you could have the chocolate manicotti because it has almond milk instead of cow milk, but that’s more dessert than dinner...” she points out while studying the menu with her thick black spectacles. Little by little, a frown then tugs her lips downwards as she gives it another once-over.

    “Yeah, I don’t think the pizzas here are very vegan friendly, Khaz-berry... I mean, I could still give you a slice from mine, ‘cause I’m a firm believe of ‘sharing is caring’, but if you order the Eggplant Parm, you get to have free bread.”

[theghoulshat]

thank you for feeding the ghoulfuckers 🙏 if you’re up for it i have this prompt floating around in my head where fem reader acts provocative to get hancock all wound up in public, maybe by sitting in his lap or whispering filthy things etc etc. how he deals with her teasing is up to you. 👀

Like a Spring

John Hancock x F!Reader pinned info — send me a request — masterlist MDNI 🔞 established relationship, teasing, groping, cursing, semi-public sex, talk of exhibitionism, oral (m!receiving), praise kink, unprotected p in v (wrap it up, folks) & irradiated creampie. word count: 1,826

Hancock was always the teaser, and rarely ever the teasee. When you had your moments where you wanted to rile him up - wind him up like one of those old, pre-War toys with the little, silver keys on the back - you were not the kind of person to be all out with it. You were calculating and careful. You didn't want to let him know what you were up to.

But John Hancock was a very smart man. He knew what you had planned - and yet, he had no plans to stop you - he wanted to see it through. He liked it when you went wild and acted a little different from time to time. (Confident might even be a more appropriate word.) It kept him on his toes! He really enjoyed the spontaneity of it all. But most importantly - he loved you and the smirk that would grace your lips.

Just like the one you had now, as he glanced at you from his mayor's desk. And the one you had bore just hours earlier, during his public address. As he tried to boost the morale of Goodneighbor, you were more interested in getting him worked up in front of everybody. If a ghoul could blush, Hancock's cheeks would be bright red at the way you groped his ass from behind.

Luckily, the balcony was high up enough that nobody could see what you were doing. As he leant away from the balcony, his eyes remained on his gathered subjects, while you whispered seductively in his ear. "You should use that silver tongue of yours against me tonight."

Yeah, no wonder he noticed what you were planning. Even though you had hoped to keep him guessing on when you'd pounce on him, you both knew that he knew, and was ready and waiting for it.

"Something on your mind, love?" His gravelly voice doesn't hide his exhaustion. He had been working with papers all day. He had mayoral duties that he decided to deal with in a timely fashion, but that also meant he couldn't focus all of his attention on you. While you understood he was a busy man, you were still envious of the attention being directed at seemingly everyone else, and never you. It was an exaggeration, of course, but you were feeling needy.

And the ghoul sat at that large, wooden desk, with his red frock coat and his tricorn hat, was the only person in the Commonwealth who could fulfil those needs.

"Oh, it's nothing, John." You wave off his words, the smirk still present as you stalked your way over to his side. "What're you working on?" You feign interest in his work, trying to keep him from guessing what you had planned next.

"I know you better than you know yourself." He shakes his head and chuckles at your attempt. He saw right through you. "You don't want to know jack-shit about this kind of stuff."

"Yes I do!" You gasp, a hand against your chest as if he had just said something truly offensive. But you both knew that you were just joking around with each other. The mischievous grins on both your faces said enough.

"Fine... you caught me." You sigh, pouting like a child who got caught with a hand in the cookie jar. "I just wanted to make sure that you remembered I existed, is all." You were being dramatic, but you knew how to get under Hancock's skin. You bat your lashes at him and it almost has Hancock reaching out and yanking you onto his lap.

But he refrains. Not because he wanted to, but because he had to. He was due to have a meeting any minute now with KL-E-O, about her store's stock running lower than normal. He'd much rather bend you over his desk and take what was rightfully his, but he couldn't risk it. He had an image to uphold, after all.

You, however, did not mind the idea of tainting that image little by little. And what better way to do exactly that than to leave lingering touches all over his body, when nobody was looking? The sweet nothings you had whispered into his ear were already getting to both of his heads. Having a hard-on while in a meeting would be Hell for the ghoul, but KL-E-O wouldn't make any note of it. Right?

She might, however, notice the way he'd twitch and almost jump out of his chair as your lips slowly wrapped around him. You were being purposefully slow, but you also didn't want to make too much noise. Kneeling under his desk was a little bit painful, because the floor was a little rough, but you tried not to think about it as you bobbed your head slowly up and down his veiny length.

You hollowed your cheeks as your eyes watched him like a hawk. He was doing surprisingly well with keeping his reactions under wraps, but you could tell he was getting close by the way his cock twitched inside your mouth. You wanted him to cum. His release had the kind of taste you expected, but with an irradiated kick. But you always had some Radaway handy, just in case it ever became too much for you. Hancock always made sure you had it, because he wanted to keep his pretty girl alive and well.

"Mayor, are you feeling alright?" KL-E-O's mechanical voice pipes up, and Hancock has to blink as he steadies himself, his hands curled into fists on top of the desk.

"Yeah, I'm alright, KL-E-O." He grunts in pleasure, but attempts to cover the sound with a misplaced cough. KL-E-O couldn't show any expressions on her face, but it was clear that even she didn't believe him.

"Alright. Well, that will be all, then." She twists around and the sound of the Assaultron model's footsteps stomping away was enough indication to you that you could finally speed up with your motions. Noises be damned.

Hancock's breath hitches as he finally looks back down at you, his rough hand finding a place on the back of your head. "Jesus, love, your mouth feels so fucking good." He growls as his hand presses you further down on his cock, the tip of it brushing against the back of your throat. "You're a sly little minx, aren't you?"

You gag slightly, tears forming in your eyes, but you swallow down the urge as you tuck your thumbs in, ready to let him use your throat like a fleshlight so he could finally reach the release he had been holding off this entire time. You smile up at him with your eyes, trying to act innocent despite the lewd situation you were in.

"Fuck! I'm about to cum, love!" He bites down harshly on his bottom lip as he lets go. Your nose was up against his abdomen, and your tears silently slipped down your cheeks as his irradiated cum burned its way down your throat. It was a pleasurable kind of burning, though, and you made sure to swallow every drop.

"Good girl. You did so well." He whispers down at you, his thumbs gentle as they wiped away your pleasure-filled tears. You couldn't help but press your thighs together as his praise caused your pussy to clench over nothing. You need him, badly, and he could tell just by looking at your lust-filled eyes that you wanted more.

And like any good mayor should, John was happy to fulfil all of his subjects' wants and needs.

Bending you over his desk, he removes your bottom half of clothes with great ease. He audibly groans at the sight of your arousal. He could practically smell it coming off of you, and he was already getting hard again. Even without the help of chems, John's refractory period was surprisingly quick. You wondered if that was just how he was, or if that was because he was a ghoul... You made a mental note to ask him sometime. For now, though, you wanted to focus on the feeling of his veiny, scarred cock as it slowly entered you from behind.

You moan as he stretches you out from the inside. Your gummy walls clamp around him, already wanting to milk him of everything he was worth. Hancock can't help but chuckle by your ear as his chest presses against your back. "Someone's needy." He teases you, his teeth gently grazing your earlobe.

"Please, John - fuck me!" You can't help but whine and beg for him almost instantly. His cock was the best you had ever had, and every time you two would get down and dirty, it felt like the first time all over again.

"As you wish, love." His hips instantly start smacking against your ass as he pistons in and out of you. You let out a small yelp as you grip at the edge of the desk, your nails digging into the wood to the point it was bound to make marks in the vinyl.

While one his hands grips onto your hip, the other wraps around your throat. He wasn't going to choke you - he just gave it a small, gentle squeeze. It was an oddly comforting contrast compared to the way he was fucking you against his desk like a wild animal. Your eyes flutter shut as the tip of his cock pounds against your g-spot, your words becoming garbles of his name and a warning of your impending orgasm.

"Let go for me, love. Be a good girl and cum all over my cock." His permission was all you needed. You cry out as your walls squeeze around him, your thighs jittering as the pleasure runs through your entire body. You can barely catch your breath as he follows suit, painting your walls with his cum.

You let out a low moan as it burns your insides. You were used to it by now, but you would still need some Radaway later. For now, though, you wanted to keep the feeling going. As his release slowly poured out of your hole, Hancock sat back on his chair and watched it drip down your thighs with a small chuckle and a lopsided smirk.

"Beautiful..." He comments softly, his hands gentle as they gripped onto your wrists and pulled you onto his lap. "I just might have to bend you over that balcony next time. Show the people of Goodneighbor just how beautiful you are while you cum all over my cock."

That was an offer you certainly couldn't refuse as you nuzzled your face into the scarred skin of his neck. "I thought you had an image to uphold?" You tease him, before he pecks you on the lips. He makes sure to look into your eyes as he growls at you with his next set of words:

"It's time for a makeover, then. Don't you agree?"

[romantichomicide95]

geto suguru

drabble request- @satorizz my first time requesting geto heheh. smut prompt #49 pleasee !! as filthy as possible with no pre-established relationship 👉🏽👈🏽

content warning- 18+ cockwarming, penetration, fingering, slightly dom!geto, squirting, creampie, one bed trope sprinkled in, slight dirty talk.

You and Geto were both exhausted from your mission. The adrenaline was still coursing through your veins as you entered the dimly lit motel room.

“Shit. There’s only one bed.” you say as you look around the dinky motel and the realization hits you. You and Geto stood side by side, glancing at the lone bed that was before you. Neither of you spoke.

"Hmmm. Seems like fate has played an interesting hand," Geto finally broke the silence, his tone carrying a hint of amusement. "I don't know about you, but I could use a good night's sleep."

You turned to face him, leaning your back against the wall. "Are you suggesting we share it?"

Geto flashed you a mischievous smile,. "Well, considering the circumstances, it wouldn't be the worst idea, would it?" He sounded too smooth, and too confident, you thought.

"You must really think highly of yourself, Geto. I mean, what makes you so sure I'd want to share a bed with you?"

His eyes sparkled with something that you couldn’t quite put your finger on, and he took a step closer to you, closing the distance and practically caging you in. "Oh, I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice," his voice low and seductive. "The way your eyes linger a little bit too long, the subtle hints of attraction you try to hide. Trust me, it's hard to miss."

Your heart started to pound slightly, his words catching you off guard. "Well, you certainly have an ego don’t you Geto?” You tried to challenge him.

Geto flashed you his signature playful smile. "Oh, really? So I’m just imagining all those lingering looks? Or the times you find excuses to be near me?” he raised an eyebrow, taking another step forward.

You crossed your arms, feigning irritation. "I never said anything about excuses. “M-maybe I just.” you stutter “maybe I just have a reason to be around you. Doesn’t mean anything.”

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze intense. "Doesn't it though? You like me, admit it.” he puts one hand on the wall next to you and you look at it before looking back at him.

As you stood there, contemplating his words, the air crackled with tension. You locked eyes with him, unable to resist any longer.

"Fine, Geto," you whispered, "Maybe I do like you. Maybe I always have. What’s it matter to you?”

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as his free hand instinctively reached out, gently tracing the outline of your face. He presses his body against you, brushing his lips against yours. “It matters because I was really hoping you'd say that.”

His actions coupled with his words has the spot between your legs pulsating, needy. The thought of him taking you, doing whatever he pleases had plagued your mind for months, but you couldn’t admit that. You couldn’t feed into his ego even more.

But when he crashed his lips on yours, that thought went out the window, replaced by a need for him. You wrap your arms around his neck as he grinds himself against you, you can feel his hard on through his pants as he rubs it against your clothed pussy, eliciting a moan from you.

Geto bites your lip playfully, pulling away and looking deeply into your eyes. “Tell me how much you want this. Say it out loud.”

“I-I want this Geto.” You avert his gaze looking down to the floor.

He caresses your face again, lightly, before taking your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, lifting your chin to meet his gaze. “Look at me when you talk to me.” he says and the fire behind his eyes awakens a deep seated need inside you, and you feel arousal pool in your panties. “Tell me how much you want this?” he repeats.

You look him in the eyes, “I want you Geto.”

“And what do you want me to do to you huh?” he asks, running his hands up the skirt of your uniform and tracing his fingers along your clothed pussy.

A soft moan escapes your lips as you answer him with a whisper. “I want you to touch me Geto. I want you to fuck me.”

“That's not very convincing now is it?” he smirks at you, leaning in and giving you another short kiss.Looking at you again he slides two fingers inside your panties and rubs your clit. “Do you want me to make you cum?”

You whimper as you nod your head, unable to formulate words around the neediness you feel for him. He pins you against the wall as he rubs your clit, sliding his fingers into your warm pussy. He pumps them in and out of you and you feel yourself clench around them. They’re so long, they reach your sweet spot over and over again, as he trails his thumb along your puffy clit.

He’s pumping in and out of your wet and needy pussy, your lip is tucked between your teeth as he fucks you nice and slow with his fingers. His teeth graze against the skin of your neck and your hips roll into his hand at a similar motion.

“Look at you already shaking just from my touch.” he whispers in your ear. Your pussy tightens on his fingers as you kiss his lips with intensity.

Suddenly, just as you were about to let go, he pulls his finger out and lifts you up, holding you by your thighs as he carrys you to the bed, laying you down beneath him. “Undress for me. Can you do that?” He asks as he pulls his shirt off. You admire his body, eyes tracing from his face down along his abs before you nod once and do as he asks, stripping yourself down to just your bra and panties.

“So pretty…fuck. You’re beautiful” his lips are tasting every inch of your body as he slips your bra and panties off in a swift motion. He gets up and hovers above you, gripping your thighs and pushing them apart. “Fuck…such a pretty pussy. Dripping wet already…guess you really do want me huh pretty girl?”

Your hands are on his belt buckle, pulling it off before hastily undoing his pants. His hand grips your wrist “That impatient to feel my cock are you?”

“Geto…please I need you to fuck me.” you look up at him with pleading eyes and he lets your wrist go. He watches, amused, as you pull his pants off, then his boxers and watch as his cock springs up. It’s bigger than you anticipated, and thick.

He leans down again, kissing you on the lips this time. Hungrily, your tongues dance together as your mouths move in sync. “Ready?” he whispers in your ear before he lines the tip up with your entrance and slowly slides his dick inside. He lets out a deep low grunt as he feels your walls take him in.

“You’re so fucking tight. Fuck, think you can handle me?” He says letting out another grunt.

“Mhm. S-so big Geto, but I can take it.” you let out a whimper as he slowly slides himself inside you, inch by inch.

“Ahhhh -ahh fuck.” he grunts as he feels your walls tighten around him.

You look up at him through thick lashes, his bangs are flat on his face with sweat and his eyes are focused on you. You wrap your legs around his torso and pull him closer until he bottoms out.

He just sits there for a moment, not moving, just looking at you. He’s enjoying the way you’re wrapped around him, the way your pussy is taking him in. God, he thinks he’s drunk off the way it tightens around his cock, off the way tiny little tears form at the corners of your eyes by the way he fills you up.

“Geto, please move.” You say, pulling him even closer with your legs.

His thumb reaches down to wipe a tear from your eye, “Sorry pretty girl. You feel so good just enjoying it.” he flashes you the most confident smile you think you’ve ever seen grace someone’s face. And then he thrusts his hips, once inside you than twice, taking his time to feel you around him. God, do you feel good. He could cum right now, the way your pussy feels around him has his head spinning.

Three, he thrusts again and then he picks up his pace. Filling you up completely every time his hips hit yours. He feels good the way he fills you up. He’s too big, it almost hurts a little, but in a good way. Your breathing is too heavy, moans too loud. It might be a shitty motel but god everyone must be able to hear you right? The way his dick hits all the way into your cervix, the way his thumb circles your clit with each thrust. The way his lips take in your breasts, his tongue circling the nipple. It’s almost too much, too much pleasure.

“f-fuck suguru…sug-mmphh”

“Yeah you like that? Good girl.” He whispers in between moans. His pace quickens as his lips travel from your breasts back to your mouth and he kisses you passionately. His hands fall to your waist as he fucks you hard and fast, pulling you into him. Your fingernails grip his biceps, digging into his flesh.

Sugurus movements become more urgent and desperate and you throw your head back in pleasure as you feel yourself coming undone. He takes his fingers to your clit again as he guides you through your orgasm. Your legs start to shake and you lift your hips up, thrusting into his. “That’s right…good girl. cum for me.”

At his words you feel your orgasm take you over, the best orgasm you’ve ever had as you squirt all over his cock and thighs.

“Fuck, that was hot.” He slows down but doesn’t stop entirely as he feels himself on the verge. “Gunna cum pretty girl where do you want it?”

“Anywhere.” you say and you see his eyes light up and with one last thrust deep into your cervix and one last groan he shoots his cum deep inside you.

He pulls out, leaning down and kissing the side of your mouth. “fuck.” he says, wiping the hair from your face and kissing you again. “fuck…” he repeats with a laugh. “can’t argue about sharing this bed with me now can you?”

[dixons-sunshine]

espinosa!reader established relationship with daryl and carol treats her like a sister she always protects

Something To Prove | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Espinosa!Reader

Summary: Ever since meeting you, Carol has felt an overwhelming urge to protect you at all costs. You were like a sister to her and she would go to great lengths to ensure your safety and your happiness. Now, after you went to her after an argument you had with Daryl, she made good on her promise and decided to give her best friend a piece of her mind.

Additional pairings: Carol Peletier x Fem!Espinosa!Reader (platonic)

Genre: Fluff, some angst

Era: Alexandria/Sanctuary, post Saviour war, pre the building of the bridge

Warnings: Swearing, arguing

Word count: 1.9k

A/n: Thank you so much for the request! I didn't know exactly what to write but I hope you like where I went with this. There's not a lot of Daryl x Reader in this, but it was so fun to write about Carol and reader's platonic relationship. I love Carol with my whole heart.

As always, my requests are open for any TWD requests. AND NOW THEY'RE ALSO OPEN FOR ANY SCUD FROHMEYER REQUESTS! It's actually criminal how little fics about him there are, so send in any thoughts, headcannons or requests about him, along with some about our wonderful Daryl Dixon.

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“Woah, woah, woah. Wait a second. He said that?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, wiping a stray tear from your eye. “I understand he doesn't want me to be in danger, but I can tell how much he hates it here. I don't want him to be alone, but he keeps pushing me away. I don't know what to do, Carol. He won't even talk to me about it without starting up an argument.”

Carol pulled you into her embrace, gently rubbing your back as you quietly cried into her shoulder. She slightly rocked you side to side, whispering reassuring things into your ear as she tried to calm you down. She held you tightly, refusing to let up until you felt better.

After a couple of minutes of just being held, you pulled back and wiped the remaining tears from your eyes. You gave her a weak smile and stood up, wiping your hands on your jeans.

“Sorry about all that,” you apologized sheepishly. “I don't know why I broke down like that.”

“Don't apologize,” she reassured you, waving you off. “It's good to let your emotions out every once in a while. Bottling them up doesn't help, believe me.”

“Maybe you should try telling that to Daryl,” you scoffed, folding your arms over your chest. “He's done nothing but bottle up his feelings lately. I understand that he's not the most open person when it comes to things like feelings, but he always talked to me whenever something was bothering him. Now he's becoming more like the Daryl I knew when we first met back at Terminus. Reserved and closed off.”

Carol nodded, intently listening to you. “Do you want me to talk to him?”

You shook your head. “No,” you began, crossing your arms over your chest. “I don't want him to get pissed at you either. I'll be fine.”

Carol pursed her lips and hesitantly agreed. “Okay, if you're sure.”

“I am,” you nodded, before hearing the walkie-talkie go off in your pocket, your sister on the other line.

“There's a problem. One of these pendejos caused a fight to break out and I can't find Daryl anywhere.”

“Mierda,” you cursed under your breath. You looked at Carol apologetically. “Sorry, I have to go.”

“It's okay,” she reassured you, getting up to give you a quick hug. “Be safe out there, alright?”

“Always am,” you quipped before rushing out of the room, talking to Rosita on the walkie-talkie. “I'm on my way. Keep them from killing each other.”

With that, you were gone. Carol looked at where you disappeared into and sighed, a million thoughts plaguing her mind, but she was sure about one thing—she had to confront Daryl about the way he was treating you. Carol was the one who had encouraged Daryl to pursue a romantic relationship with you in the first place, and she'd be damned if he threw it all away because of his stubborn nature.

With determination, she got up and walked out of the door, one destination clear in her mind. She knew exactly where Daryl would be at that moment, and it was as good a time as any to try and knock some sense into the archer.

—

“Figured I'd find you here.”

Daryl looked up at the approaching woman, a cigarette hanging from his lips. He grunted in acknowledgement at Carol, turning his gaze away from her and back to the ground.

Carol sat down next to the archer. She stared ahead and sighed, catching Daryl's attention. “I know I've said this a lot, but I really think Y/n is the one for you, you know?”

Daryl furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, not sure why the Peletier would bring you up as the topic of conversation. “Yeah,” he started, nodding slightly. “I think so too.”

“Really?” Carol asked. When Daryl nodded, she continued. “Then why the hell are you pushing her away? Do you have something you wanna prove?”

“I ain't pushin' her away,” he replied, more confused now. He took a final drag from his cigarette before putting it out, flicking it away from him.

“Then why the hell would she feel the need to come to me for advice on what to do? In tears, might I add.”

Daryl's frown deepened. “Wha'?” he asked, suddenly feeling small under Carol's scrutinizing stare. “She came to ya cryin'?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, pursing her lips. “She came to me about the argument you had with her this morning. From what she told me, you said some pretty nasty stuff. What's that all about?”

Daryl sighed, realisation dawning on him. Memories of the argument he had with you flashed through his mind and he grimaced. He immensely regretted everything he had said to you in that argument, but he didn't know how to fix it. You and Daryl had been arguing a lot more since he started supervising over the Sanctuary. He didn't trust any of the former Saviours and he knew some of them had it out for him, so having you there with him made him scared. Scared that the Saviours would take their anger out on you. Scared that he couldn't protect you against all of them. He felt so scared for you.

Admittedly, having you there did make him feel better. To have your presence beside him and to be able to hold you at night while you talked about your day made this hellhole a lot better for him, but it also made him anxious. He didn't want any of the backlash meant for him to get you hurt. He couldn't watch get hurt. He'd never be able to forgive himself.

“Daryl?” Carol voiced, snapping him out of his thoughts. He looked over at her and frowned.

“She tell ya everythin'?” he asked, continuing when she nodded. “Then I dun' have anythin' to say.”

“You do!” she exclaimed in frustration. “Why are you treating her like that? She's your partner, Daryl! That woman would do anything for you!”

“Tha's wha' scares me!” he bit back loudly. When he saw Carol go quiet, he lowered his voice. “She has proven tha' she would do anythin' fer me by bein' here at this shit hole. I can see tha' bein' here is takin' a toll on her. And these assholes ain't makin' her life any easier. I jus' want her to be safe.”

“Daryl,” Carol started, putting a comforting hand on the archer's shoulder. “You know she can handle herself. And even if she couldn't, no place would ever be really safe. There are Saviours everywhere now. At Alexandria, Hilltop and the Kingdom. It doesn't matter whether she's here or there. If she's here, at least you'll be able to keep her safe.”

Daryl pondered over Carol's words. After a few minutes of silence, he finally spoke up. “I messed up, didn't I?”

“Big time,” Carol nodded, chuckling softly. “But it's okay. Just go talk to her, and I mean really talk to her. No arguments.”

Daryl nodded and got up, turning and heading back into the Sanctuary. He only had one goal in mind; find you and beg for your forgiveness if he had to.

“Go get her, tiger!” Carol laughed from behind him, pleased that she was able to get through to him. She just hoped that his stubbornness wouldn't mess it up.

—

“Hey. Ya got a moment to talk?”

You looked up from the papers you were reading, locking eyes with Daryl. You could see him fidgeting with his hands, his body language radiating nervousness.

You nodded at him. “Yeah.”

Daryl inhaled sharply and stepped forward. You watched him anxiously, not knowing what to expect. The longer he took to speak, the more your mind started to wander—did he do something wrong? Was he bit? Was he leaving you for someone else?

“'M sorry 'bout this mornin',” he finally said, taking you by surprise. “I shouldn't have said wha' I said. I know yer jus' tryin' to look out fer me and I appreciate it. I jus' got scared tha' somethin' would happen to ya if ya stayed here with me. Most of these assholes dun' exactly like me and will do anythin' to hurt me. I jus' dun' want them to hurt ya to get back at me.”

You stepped forward and embraced Daryl in a tight hug, catching him off guard. However, he hugged you back tightly in a couple of seconds, burying his face into your shoulder. He breathed in your clean scent and instantly relaxed, his body sagging slightly.

“You should've told me how you felt, Dar. It would've saved us so many arguments,” you whispered, sighing in relief.

Daryl scoffed lightheartedly. “I doubt tha'. We woulda jus' argued 'bout whether ya should stay here or not.”

“I'm not leaving,” you said with a sense of finality in your voice. “I know how much you hate it here, Daryl. That's why I decided to stay. I stayed so that you didn't have to feel alone in this place.”

Daryl pulled back from the hug to look at you, keeping you in his arms. His heart fluttered at your revelation, and he gave you a small smile. “Ya stayed fer me?”

You nodded. “Of course I did. I love you, Daryl. I'd do anything for you.”

Daryl ducked his head down to press his lips against yours, catching them in a sweet kiss. The kiss lasted for a couple of seconds before he pulled back, resting his forehead against yours. “I love ya more.”

“I love you the most,” you retorted playfully, giving him a teasing smile.

“Ain't possible,” he replied, scoffing lightly.

“Agree to disagree,” you said playfully.

Daryl rolled his eyes affectionately before kissing you again, this time more feverishly than before. It didn't take long for Daryl to push you back against the table, hoisting you up by your thighs to sit on it.

You giggled against his lips. “Eager much?”

“Shut up,” he mumbled before attacking your neck with kisses, nibbling on your sweet spot beneath your ear. You moaned quietly and leaned your head back, giving him more access to your neck.

However, the moment was short-lived. The crackling of static from the radio startled the two of you, Eugene's voice coming through.

“Daryl, Y/n, we need you down by the trucks pronto, ASAP.”

Daryl groaned and lowered his head to rest on your shoulder, eliciting a laugh from you. You gently pushed him away from you and jumped off the table, grabbing his hand and interlocking your fingers.

“Come on, they need us. We can finish this later.”

“Gonna hold ya to tha',” he responded, giving you a heated stare.

You smiled at him. “C'mon, pretty boy. Let's go.”

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Meeting Abby -

(Extension of Carousel - prequel)

Summary: What Mike didn't know was the two of you had already met, and Abby wholeheartedly approved.

Word count: 2.3k

Tags: pre-established relationship, fluff, dates

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This was your 3rd date since the carousel meeting. Mike was still well Mike, the more quiet, nonchalant, and tired type.

Mike really was interested in you but his mannerisms did leave you questioning if he did or of he was trying to get a quick fuck.

The two of you sat at the diner, it was 1 in the morning. It was an odd ass hour to have a date but Mike said it was because of his work hours. Though there was a tinge of fear that maybe you were a side chick or he was trying to land some action.

You were wide awake, you had a nap after class so the sleep wasn't creeping on you but it was slowly on Mike.

Every so often he would nod off and blink himself awake, hoping you wouldn't know; you did.

"Do you want to schedule this for another time?"

He furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head 'no.'

"You look tired Mike."

He liked it when you said his name, and showed concern.

"S fine. I have a semi-normal shift tomorrow."

"Then you should be sleeping then. I don't mind waiting. "

Mike didn't want to say so he shrugged instead. "S fine," he repeated.

You gave a sigh but nodded. You noticed the book by. "What's the title?" You asked, cutting the country fried steak to eat.

"Oh um it's called dream theory. It's … hmm.. it's about how every single thing we see is stored in our brain in like this deep vault and dreaming subconsciously unlock those tiny details."

"Hmm. I think I've something similar to the whole we remember everything subconsciously but I never really looked into it. Though I guess it could explain my art."

"Your art?"

"Yeah about half my paintings are landscapes, but I don't really remember any of those places when I was too small. Like um when we went to see snow the 3rd time around when I was a little older and able to grasp some things, I remember I dreamt this oasis of cold in the redwood forest, a tree had fallen down and was mostly covered but some red was showing. Anyway, I dreamt it but don't remember the actual day, just that one scene and when I painted it my mom was shocked I even remembered that specific place. I was still small, she even showed me pictures."

"What made it stick out that you mom knew it was the place you guys went too?"

"Oh um hehe yeah, there was this small grave with flowers on it. It was in the painting as well."

"How old were you?"

"Maybe anywhere from 3 to 5."

"And you remember that detail."

"I'm assuming so, the picture my mom showed was when I was like 1 but we revisited again about that age range. There were no pictures at that spot again because of the grave. We recently started going again and I leave flowers."

"That's nice, I mean to leave flowers for someone you don't really know."

"Yeah, I guess. It was such a lonely place for a grave though so I guess maybe that's why I leave flowers, so they're spirits can know someone else enjoys that spot too. They must have really loved it to be buried there."

"You believe in spirits and the afterlife and all that?"

You hesitated, "I don't know. Do you?"

"Maybe," was his short reply. The conversation came to a stop as the two of you ate quietly.

Glancing at the time, you say it was 1:30 a.m. now.

You quickly finish as Mike finishes his. "Come on l, get up." You leave $25 on the table for the food and tip. Mike protests but still allows himself to get dragged away.

The moon is full, and the asphalt is wet from the earlier rain. You jump on the bed of the small beat pick up truck, patting the seat next to you. Mike took the offer and sat next to you.

With the dead of night and few lights, the two of you stargaze. Mike listens as you ramble on and on about the constellations, giving a nodded and humm of acknowledgment to show he's following along.

He looked at you. As you talked and talked, he loved how your hair frames your face, or how he noticed you fret about your mascara even now and then especially if you laughed a little too hard you'd cry a bit, he liked how passionate you got, and he really liked how kind you were.

While he would get praised for taking care of his sister from strangers, for being kind and self-less. He still felt selfish in a way.

He looked at your headband, shiny black and small. Abby popped into his mind. He knew that after texting for a day he was already too deep to let this be a fling.

It became silent after you were done listing the constellations, now just appreciating the night.

Mike cleared his throat to talk, and you turned your attention to him.

"Would…," he breathed out, "would you want to meet my little sister Abby?"

Your eyes widened in shock. While Mike didn't say much, he said even less about his sister. Another reason why you thought this was maybe just a fling, or trial run before he really got out there.

You opened your mom to speak but nothing came out.

Mike sighed and got up. "It's fine. I gotta go-," "Wait!"

Mike stared as you went up, "I wanna meet her! I do, really. It's just I was shocked since you've never like well talk about her."

Mike stared at you still not really knowing what to say. "Look Mike. What do you want out of this? Before asking if I wanted to meet your sister I was kind of getting the impression this was like a fling. And I'm not really interested in a fling right now."

"Oh."

"Oh?" You questioned.

"Well what made you think this was a fling?"

Mike looked down, not really wanting to look you in the eyes. "I don't know, I just got the feeling you weren't too interested. Mike, well we've only been together for about 3 dat3s. I genuinely can't recall anything you like or dislike or memories you've shared. Even when I text you it feels a bit one-sided."

"Oh."

You hummed as you continued to look at the stars, giving Mike some time to collect his thoughts.

"I'm not really a big talker if you haven't noticed. To be honest, I like to listen to you talk. You have a nice voice."

"Okay."

He gave you a look, "Okay?"

"Okay I can work with that. I just needed to know if it was disinterest or if that's just how you are."

"So it's fine? If I don't speak a lot most of the time."

"I guess we'll find out together, but between you and me I like that whole stoic, "bad boy" look / attitude you have."

Mike laughed and smirked. "Bad boy?"

"Mike every now and then you look like a genuine degenerate."

Mike raised his eyebrow. He closed the distance between the two of you. "Yeah? Isn't that what you like though." He whispered before he gave you a chaste kiss.

You blushed and gave a small laugh. "Yes, yes I do."

You brought out your phone and the time read 2:30 a.m.

"What time do you have work?"

"11 a.m. to 5 p.m."

"Mike!"

He had an amused look on his face, "What?"

"Oh my god! Go home already you have work in less than 12 hours ! You still have to sleep!"

"Don't sleep much to be honest." You huffed air out of your nose.

"Well you should."

Mike grinned, and he put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. "I like the color green."

You smiled back. "Green? Hmm…"

"Hmmm… what?"

"It fits you."

"Is that a good thing?"

"Yeah of course, green is a very strong but soothing color."

"It is."

The two of you sat in silence before Mike's phone rang. He looked at it and rolled his eyes.

"Hello. Yeah. Yeah, got it. Okay I'm on my way."

He gave a sigh, "Sorry that was my aunt. I asked her to babysit but I guess something came up at her place."

"Oh okay that's fine. Text me when you get home so I know you made home safe."

He gave a tired smile, "Isn't that my line to you?"

"It would be if you weren't running on minimal sleep."

"Fair enough. But text me too okay, in case I forgot while talking to my aunt or you get home first."

You gave a nod and he gave you another chaste kiss. You blushed again, and smiled. He hopped off the truck and waved bye. You waved as he left the parking lot in his beat up car.

You rushed inside your car and towards home, excited to tell your friends everything.

With texts of 'I'm home,' and 'goodnight' s, the two of you feel asleep dreaming of each other.

A week had passed before Mike brought up meeting Abby again. This date was way earlier and on his day off.

"Do you think she'll like me?"

Mike paused. "I'm not sure to be honest. Not ! Not that you're unlikable or anything like that! She's just a timid kid, hell she barely likes me."

"I'm sure she likes you Mike."

"Yeah well you haven't met her," he grumbled.

You gave an amused look but relented. "So she gets out in an hour right?"

Mike nodded.

"Okay and you said she likes art right? To draw and such?"

Mike nodded again. "Okay, perfect. I'll be back here at 3!"

As you started to slide out the booth, Mike stared at you confused. "Wait where are you going?"

"Don't worry I'll be back." You practically dash out the door to your car.

Mike gave a frustrated sigh and got up after paying the bill. 'I guess I'll just have to wait until 3 too then.' He ran a hand through his curly hair and hopped in his car.

Mike parked at the diner, looking back at Abby. "Okay we're gonna meet a friend of mine okay Abs?"

Abby furrowed her brows, "Your girlfriend?"

Mike nodded. Abby stayed silent. He got out of the car as did she. He held her hand as they entered, he spotted you immediately.

You h/c shining from the sun, you were drinking water while reading a book. Lost in your own world Mike cleared his throat. You looked up at him and then down at the little girl.

Abby recognized you as you recognized her. "Hi!”

Before you could get another word in, Abby motioned you forward. You raised an eyebrow towards who gave a shrug reply but you went with her request.

“Don't tell Mike about Mr. Bunny.” She said in a hushed whisper.

You stared at her then at Mike and then at her again. “Okay. Got it. But why?”

Abby looked at Mike, shoved him slightly to get away from their secrets. She cupped her hand, “Because I want to have a secret between us. I like you, you gave my Mr. Bunny when you didn't have to.”

You gave a warm smile, “ Okay deal. Pinky promise, and seal the deal.”

As you pinky crossed and thumbs stamped together, Mike gave you an expectant look.

Abby slid in across from you and Mike sat next to her.

“What?” He rolled his eyes.

“What were you two whispering about?”

“It's a secret!” Shouted Abby.

Mike looked at you again. “Sorry can't see, those are the secret rules and it's backed by a stamped pink promise. You'll never know.” You have a sad look and shrugg. Abby laughed at your expression and Mike shook his head.

“Well I guess it can't be helped.” You and Abby nodded.

You remembered a thought, “Oh yeah!” You rummaged through your bag and got the present for Abby you bought.

“Here you go Abby. It's a sketchbook for your private drawings.”

“Private drawings?” She turned her head to the side.

You smiled at her, “Yeah, drawings for yourself. I have a lot of them that I don't wanna share because they're private and for me.”

“You draw!”

You nodded and hummed. “Can you draw me something?”

“Uh sure. Is it fine if it's in your book?”

She nodded vigorously. “Okay what do you want me to draw?”

She pondered the question. “Oh! A bunny!”

“A bunny? Hmm okay like a realistic bunny or a cartoon?”

“Cartoon.”

“Yeah sure.”

Mike smiled. “Yeah she's been obsessed with bunny's after some girl won one and gave it to her instead.”

You fought off the smile as you drew, and Abby giggled. Mike gave her a questioning look but all Abby did was stick out her tongue, which Mike did back, only for a split second though.

Mike and Abby watched as you sketched out the cartoon bunny, erasing and redoing the line a couple of times. You finished the outline as food came, Mike ate and watched as you stuck your tongue out slightly finishing up the little details. It had a top hat and a bow.

“Alright Abby, here you go!”

Abby squealed in delight. “Thank you!” She stared are your drawing as she ate, it did resemble Mr. Bunny. Mike noticed that too but thought it was a mere coincidence.

The meal went smoothly, with Abby begging for a shake and Mike giving in. Sitting here, you thought it was nice, maybe something to get accustomed to. In fact, you hoped it was.

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In GTN chapter 36, Cytherea says “None of you have learned how to die gracefully. I learned over 10,000 years ago"

Do you know/have a theory as to how Cyth could have learned anything pre-resurrection? She was not one of the original lyctors present for the resurrection and it was only 10,000 years ago. It could be hyperbole but I am suspicious of the “over 10,000 years”.

Thank you so much for the ask! I wanted to take my time with it, I hope you didn't mind the wait.

I actually had been chewing on this with my most recent GtN reread. Bear with me as I cut and paste all the pieces that form my thoughts on this - hopefully it's somewhat coherent to read.

Could "over 10000 years" be a hyperbole? Maybe. A lot of characters tell the 'truth' as far as they believe it to be so even if it's factually incorrect. I don't think, however, that Tamsyn would make Cytherea say it in this specific way if it was a hyperbole. In GtN chapter 35 where Palamedes confronts Cytherea we get the following lines, which are what feed my intuition about this:

"Don't lie to me, please."

Dulcinea said, "I have never lied to any of you."

Cytherea has no reason to lie, especially not after being confronted by Palamedes. She tells him herself - she has been giving pieces of the truth and using those to manipulate the narrative. Because of this and because it's much more fun if it isn't a hyperbole I see no point to dismiss it as an emotional inaccuracy.

So let's say she is over 10,000 years old. How does that work?

First thing I went looking for while trying to figure this out was the question of Cytherea's birth. On the fandom wiki, it states that Cytherea was born into the established Seventh. I have been combing through the books, and I cannot find anything in canon that truly confirms this. What we do know of the timeline and her age is the following from HtN chapter 9:

"When they first brought her to Canaan House, I thought there'd been some mistake. - She was just shy of thirty then, I recall. -

-Was she the first gen, or second?"

"Second," said God. "Early second. We were still experimenting with getting the Sixth installation up and running. Some of the Houses were empty."

Mercymorn spoke up: "No. We had it running by then. Because Valancy was with us, and Anastasia."

-"Yes, you're right. We were all there to meet her. All sixteen of us -

'Some of the houses were empty' is the important line here, because in NtN John 5:4 Harrow describes how the resurrection happened:

-You resurrected some of them. You wake up fewer still. You start out with a few thousand, then, later, some hundred thousand, then millions, but never more than millions. You teach them how to live all over again. You teach yourself. -

The houses are named in order of resurrection. The Seventh, then, comes after the Sixth, which should make it obvious that by the time Cytherea arrived the Sixth was already established - or the Seventh wouldn't have existed. Yet, for some reason, for John this is not as obvious. I have found what could be an explanation in HtN chapter 2:

He said, "No. I haven't truly resurrected anyone in ten thousand years. But at that time... I set many aside, for safety... and I've often felt bad about just keeping them as insurance. They've been asleep all this myriad, Harrow, -

The difference wouldn't be as obvious to John, because he didn't resurrect the houses one by one. He resurrected a chunk of the earth's population, kept them dormant, and piece by piece woke them up to populate the houses. Beyond the fact that Cytherea is never said to have been born on the Seventh in canon (again, to my knowledge - please correct me if I missed it), the following from HtN chapter 2 really seals the deal in my eyes that she was not born on the Seventh but rather woken up for the Seventh.

The emperor said gently, "She needs to go home, Harrow."

"That was never her home," he said.

You did not look. "And will the Seventh House accept her?"

I also considered John might feel Cytherea belongs at home with the other Lyctors and therefore denies that the Seventh is her home, but then remembered the following from the same chapter:

He said, "No Lyctor has ever returned home, once we understood the reprecussions... no Lyctor except one, who knew I would come to intercept her for that very reason."

He is talking about how Harrow cannot go home to the Ninth, and referring to Cytherea going home by returning to Canaan house located on earth. John also talks about the kind of people he resurrected in NtN John 5:4:

-We'll get them all back... some of them, anyway... or at least, the ones I want to bring back. Anyone I feel didn't do it. Anyone I feel had no part in it. Anyone I can look at the face of and forgive. -

Part of the same chapter I included above in combination with this one make me itchy almost. Harrow says 'You teach them how to live all over again.' That almost feels like it should be people who recently learned how to live. Like John only resurrected kids.

Think about it. He resurrects his loved ones and ones he can forgive. People who did not take part in the destruction of earth in his eyes. Who other than children could he really be talking about? Children, babies, who have no power to decide or influence to exert, who - even if they did have the power - do not have the capacity to understand the consequences of their actions. Whose memories will be easiest to erase because there is so little to begin with.

It then also makes sense why there were two generations of Lyctors. The population he woke up had to grow up into adults first. Why else would he have half a band of Lyctors trying to settle all of the Houses? If he was able to pick adults worthy of resurrection, he would have been able to pick adults capable of establishing his houses and becoming his hands and gestures.

One final point that drives this home is the following from the very beginning of GtN in chapter 7 when Teacher tells the Ninth about Dulcinea's condition:

"Dulcinea Septimus was not meant to live to twenty-five,"-

Dulcinea's hereditary disease is the same as Cytherea's. John did not know she was sick when she first was brought to Canaan house, which means that when he resurrected her, she must have been young enough to not be actively dying yet. Perhaps a toddler or a child who had been sick for some time - long enough to know what it feels like to slowly be dying.

So, all in all, my answer is that Cytherea was not born on the Seventh. I am not sure where the idea that the second generation was born on their planets of origin came from, but I honestly doubt any of them were born instead of woken. Cytherea claiming to have learned something 10,000 years ago would be a great way for Tamsyn to give us just enough to figure it out - this is, after all, the same author who gave us the big reveal of the second book in the first sentence of the first book of her series.

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I wanted to look at why it feels so frustrating for Sabine to have been utilized the way she was in the Ahsoka show and why it doesn't work even though the general concept behind it isn't inherently a bad thing.

Basically, Sabine only exists on this show, primarily, to be Ahsoka's crutch. She is the character through whom Ahsoka learns to grow. Sabine KIND-OF has her own journey as a sort-of sidestory, but her main purpose is to be there as a vessel to prompt Ahsoka's own growth.

And this is not, inherently, a bad thing to have done. Using a pre-established character in this way is fairly normal. And I'm going to compare this to the way Leia was utilized in the Kenobi show because on paper, the circumstances here are pretty similar.

Both Leia and Sabine are main characters in their own right in their original media (Leia in the OT, and Sabine in Rebels). Both Leia and Sabine did not really ever have a relationship with the main character of this new show prior to the show coming out (Obi-Wan for Leia and Ahsoka for Sabine). Both Leia and Sabine are SIDE CHARACTERS in this new show in order to support the storyline of the main character.

The difference for me is that Leia was explicitly chosen for this supporting role BECAUSE SHE'S LEIA. Leia is not mutilated and frankenstein'd into being basically unrecognizable in order to be someone who could help Obi-Wan on the journey he goes through in the Kenobi show. She is still pretty recognizable as Leia. She has the same stubbornness, the same snappy insults, the same passion and almost bossy personality. The Kenobi show and Deborah Chow have made it fairly clear that they chose the characters they did very carefully so as to provide a framework for Obi-Wan to grow through while never letting those other characters OVERSHADOW Obi-Wan just because they are also beloved characters in their own right. They very nearly didn't bring in Anakin for exactly that reason and clearly worked very hard to ensure that his presence on the show never pulls focus away from Obi-Wan entirely. Leia was also chosen specifically because they felt like it would make sense for Leia to be in this position. They chose Leia because what else could get Obi-Wan off of Tatooine in this state of mind but her? They chose Leia because who else might be able to break through Obi-Wan's depression and show him the hope for the future but her?

And while they had never had a canon relationship prior to this show, there IS just enough there to make it believable. We have a lot of obvious reasons for why Obi-Wan would care about her deeply and connect to her within a very short period of time. And we have plenty of reason for why Bail would only ever ask Obi-Wan for help in this particular situation. So the set-up for the plot and the relationship DOES EXIST within what we already know about the characters involved even if the relationship itself was new. We're also seeing that relationship develop ON SCREEN rather than being told that it existed elsewhere. The only relationships that are important here that happen off-screen are Obi-Wan and Anakin, and Obi-Wan and Bail, both of which exist within the Prequel trilogy that you can pretty safely assume most other people have seen. Everything else is developed on screen for the audience, which means nothing has to be explained at the audience through exposition.

Now let's look at Sabine. Oh Sabine. Poor darling Sabine.

Sabine was pretty clearly NOT chosen for this storyline at all. While we don't know the exact details of how this went down behind the scenes, we do know that there was AT LEAST two separate shows at one point (maybe three) that ended up getting compressed into just one: a Rebels sequel presumably involving Ahsoka and Sabine searching for Ezra, and an Ahsoka show looking at her journey of coming to terms with Anakin's betrayal. We don't know precisely how those two shows ended up combined into one; maybe the studio execs decided an animated Rebels sequel wouldn't do well and Filoni combined it with the Ahsoka show in order to preserve it in the only way he could, or maybe the studio execs came up with the combination idea on their own. We may never know. But I feel like it's pretty obvious that the original concept for the Ahsoka show likely included a Padawan storyline through which Ahsoka could come face to face with her fears and doubts about Anakin. This Padawan was probably going to be an original character who shared many of Ahsoka and Anakin's more negative traits (arrogance, brattiness, stubbornness, maybe even anger and fear from some kind of prior trauma) that would force Ahsoka to come to terms with what happened to Anakin in order to accept her Padawan.

And then the two shows got combined and Ahsoka's journey has to happen simultaneously with the search for Ezra. Except. Ahsoka's feelings about Anakin have exactly shit all to do with Ezra, or Thrawn, or the search for either of them. They could've just tossed in the original Padawan character to sort-of tag along while Sabine stayed more focused on finding Ezra, but this probably would've had the result of Sabine feeling pretty sidelined. So instead, they just... slotted Sabine into the Padawan role and nixed the original character.

Which means that Sabine lost pretty much ALL of the characteristics we knew about her from Rebels in order to fit into this new role. Instead of the merciful, compassionate, mature young adult she was by the end of Rebels, we get this overconfident bratty personality that feels more fit for a teenager than the 30 year old that Sabine actually is at this point in the timeline. Instead of being someone who connects very deeply to being a Mandalorian, suddenly she wants to be a Jedi and it's never actually explained why that is. An entire trauma was created to exist off-screen just to explain why Sabine is acting so radically out of character and even THAT isn't actually believable with how far she had come by the end of Rebels. Sabine was NOT chosen for this role because of characteristics she already had, she simply was the most convenient choice when her storyline ended up fused with Ahsoka's and as a result she is almost completely unrecognizable as a character. This isn't Sabine. It's an abomination and a piss poor shadow of the character most of us remember from Rebels.

And her relationship with Ahsoka is developed OFF screen rather than ON screen. Instead of showing us how these two ended up getting together and how they got closer to each other and learned to trust each other, etc, it just all happens years before our story starts. There's an entire history between these two characters that absolutely NOBODY is familiar with because it comes out of absolutely nowhere. And so instead of being able to WATCH these two characters come together as a team, we have to keep getting TOLD about it in either throw away lines or infodumps. Huyang keeps talking about how they work better together, Hera says they used to be good for each other, and their whole history is laid out by Baylan and Huyang separately (and the stories don't even match). There's no gradual development of trust, the two characters just careen between trusting each other and not trusting each other because of this history that is barely ever explained to us and then is apparently (almost literally) magically fixed by the end.

This is a bad way to handle this relationship even if Sabine had been a completely original character. I've seen stories where the relationship has developed off-screen and it's still, generally, worked. I mean, just for a Star Wars example most people are familiar with, let's look at Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan in TPM. Qui-Gon is entirely original here, nobody knows who he is, but Obi-Wan is a well-known character to the audience. It's set up fairly quickly that the two of them have been Master and Padawan for a while probably and then within the first several sequences we get an idea of what their relationship is like. We see the deference that Obi-Wan does have for Qui-Gon but we also see Obi-Wan capable of teasing Qui-Gon while in the middle of a life or death situation. We see how well Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon pick up on each other's queues and how they can team up towards a common goal. So while we haven't gotten to see their relationship develop from beginning to end, we get enough scenes of them together right off the top to give the audience a sense of what this relationship IS so that by the time you hit the Council scene, Qui-Gon's quick decision and Obi-Wan's shock at it are entirely understandable. But then so too is Obi-Wan's willingness to apologize afterwards and his grief at Qui-Gon's death.

So it's not impossible to set up a relationship where the history between the characters and the initial development of it happened off-screen. But the way the Ahsoka show handled it gives us really none of that. We don't get a lot of chances to SEE what this relationship actually is and what we do see often is wildly contradictory (for example we see Ahsoka not trusting Sabine and then an episode later we see Ahsoka trust Sabine with her life). The development that does exist in this relationship over the course of the show has to be done with the characters completely separated and they come back together and everything is just hunky dory somehow. So even without the aspect of Sabine being a pre-established character in her own right, the writing of this relationship makes no sense and doesn't allow anybody to actually invest in it or understand it.

But Sabine IS a pre-established character and a major character of a show of her own that has fans who already love her. So now this relationship not only needs to just be generally well-written and coherent, it SHOULD still feel like a believable relationship for the Sabine that fans remember and love. Those of us who knew Sabine remember that she and Ahsoka don't HAVE a relationship to pull from. Sabine cannot just be treated like an original character who doesn't have any history that fans already know about. This relationship with Ahsoka DOES need an explanation in order to make any sense and the easiest way to do that is to actually SHOW IT DEVELOPING rather than having it happen off-screen. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon's version of this is able to skirt most of the actual details and just imply their history while showing us their current dynamic. Ahsoka and Sabine can't get away with that because everyone watching this who has even a passing familiarity with both characters is going to be wondering what the fuck this history even is and how ti led to this particular dynamic. Which is why we ended up with a bunch of infodumps trying to explain it to us rather than something more meaningful that allows the audience to actually connect to it.

And on top of that, this was a storyline that Rebels set up to be SABINE'S STORY. Ezra's disappeared so this was supposed to be Sabine's time to shine, her moment to be the center of attention. Which means it's not satisfying to see her end up as a support for someone else instead. It's not satisfying to see her character have to be warped and mutilated in order to support someone else. This was supposed to be Sabine's story as much as it was supposed to be Ahsoka's, but Sabine ended up getting the shorter end of the stick in the merger.

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Blume-ing Relationship

Cyno x GN!Reader

Cyno is really becoming my favorite character so far in the Windblume Festival so I wrote this ♡ Also this is Gender-Neutral Reader insert :>

Tags: Fluff, First Meeting, Pre-Established Relationship, Mutual Crush on First Meet, Horrible Puns

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The Windblume Festival is a season of giving gifts to your loved ones. May it be platonical, familial, or romantic anyone could receive gifts. You always have something to give for platonical and familial gifts. As for romantic... well you don't really hope to receive or give anyone this year.

Despite that you always held that tradition in giving to your Alchemy colleagues that you consider as your friends now. Speaking of them... Sucrose and Albedo are the ones you haven't given their gifts.

Luckily you spot them both but they camping outside the walls of Mondstadt near Cider Lake. They were all in a circle surrounding a campfire with a lot of travelers. It was bad timing anyway, you could see how they were all interacting like they knew each other for a long time.

As much as you wanted to give your presents, the festival won't end today. So you turn your back and as you were about to head to the city, you step on a branch snapping it in half.

"I noticed you were spying on us, who are you?"

The sudden appearance of a tan skin and medium length grey hair gentleman surprised you. His red-orange eyes pierce through your own as if he's looking at you like some sort of predator ready to pounce on his prey. He wore almost nothing but his jackal ears hood. He is on guard to every movement especially to the small boxes on your hands.

"Wait Cyno, that person is our friend." Sucrose panicked since Cyno's whole demeanor changed.

"(Y/N)? What are you doing here? Did you need something?" Albedo asked as he is surprised to have seen you this late in the city.

You didn't face Sucrose and Albedo because you were too busy admiring the features of the man in front of you. He stood a little taller and he is lean. His red orange eyes went from being stern to soft as he realizes his mistake.

"Forgive me I shouldn't have assumed that you were an enemy spying on us." Cyno scratch the back of his hood as he apologizes for his brash actions.

"I-It's okay! Really... I would have done the same and uhm are you from the Akademiya?" You ask because the silver haired man is oddly familiar especially in TCG, many from sumeru used a card of his image. So you wonder if he is the General Mahamatra that they would talk about.

"No. I am Cyno the Adventurer."

Cyno's deadpan tone made you snort, you could tell that he didn't want to be addressed by his official work title.

"Ignore him, he's just on vacation mode. To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit (Y/N)?" A gentlemen dressed in dark reen clothes with fox ears greeted you as his eyes narrowing at his companion in annoyance.

"Oh I came to give this to Albedo and Sucrose, I was about to leave when they seem busy but Cyno suddenly appeared." You held out two boxes for the two alchemist who recited their gratitude towards you.

Tighnari, the fox eared man, elbowed Cyno to at least be courteous and invite you to eat.

"Again, I apologize for..." Cyno handed you out a small bowl of what they were eating. "...Soup-rising you like that."

A collective groan could be heard from that pun. Although it made you laugh, which surprises Cyno himself and his companions.

"I don't mind because you're a DandeCyno."

You gave him a thumbs up replying him with a pun that you also thought about. Then Cyno seems to be surprised at the joke you just made. Maybe he didn't get it... "You know like a Dandelion plus Cyno's name. Him suddenly appearing like a wind in front of me!" You explained to make sure everyone got the idea of your pun.

Cyno places a hand over his mouth and lets out a hearty chuckle. There is a small dark blush on his cheeks as he turns to you with a smile. "I'm quite glad to have met someone who shares my sense of humor." He extends his hand and you happily shake it.

"To think someone actually laughed at my flower puns, I think our friendship will definitely blume during the festival." He lets out another pun in his deadpan tone which made it funnier to hear.

"I cecilia hope it would." You reply with a pun as well while winking at him.

"Oh no there's two of them..." Tighnari groans as he puts a hand on his temple.

The others well... they just look like they want to be swallowed by the ground. Only Albedo seems amused and crossed his arms raising an eyebrow towards the two of you.

"Are you going home after giving us these?" Albedo asks while holding out his gift. "Perhaps Cyno could accompany you back since it is quite dangerous to go out at night even if it's festive season." In all honesty the Chief Alchemist is amused by all of these and he wants to see where this would go.

Cyno just nodded at Albedo's suggestion, not even hesitating to oppose. Mainly because he seems to have a feeling that you two would get along. "I don't mind escorting you home (Y/N), besides I think I owe you this much for scaring you earlier." His hood covered the top half of his face as he remembers how intensely intimidating he is earlier.

You met the General Mahamatra and not the Adventurer Cyno. So he does want you to see him in a different way.

"Sure! Plus I want to get to know you more Cyno, you seem really fun to be around." In all honesty, you could handle yourself especially with a vision hanging on your belt.

But you don't mind walking in the night with a handsome fella who shares your love for humor.

Tighnari folded his arms and lets out an amused sigh, "I can't believe you set them up Albedo now we both have to endure their bad puns."

Albedo lets out a soft chuckle, "I think they're pretty funny." Most of them disagreed.

So back to the two of you who were walking towards Springvale.

Cyno notices a familiar box in your bagpack. His eyes brighten up at this and his lips quirk up a smile. "Do you play TCG?" He asks while pointing at your card deck that was seen through a small opening of your bag.

"I definitely do! My colleagues often play it during our free time. Do you want to play sometime?" You ask excitedly but then got embarassed since you don't want to ruin his plans especially when he's from Sumeru. "If you're... up to it I don't really want to intrude your vacation in Mondstadt."

"Aside from accompanying my friends here, the other reason is to commission the talented Calx to design my cardback." Cyno does share the excitement of playing TCG with you. "Having to play TCG with a newly found friend is surely enjoyable this season."

You sigh in relief upon hearing that, it looks like the feeling is mutual. "I can hardly wait for our duel Adventurer Cyno." You elbow him at the side gently then notice that you were already in Springvale. "Oh this is my house, thanks for the walk back."

"You're welcome, as much as I wanted to make a pun... I'll just give this."

In his hand there is an unfamiliar flower, not native from Mondstadt. You saw in books once, a Kalpata Lotus, being placed onto your head. Cyno smiles at you softly and takes a step back, "I figured you might like this particular flower back from my home." He definitely will have to say sorry to Tighnari later for stealing this flower.

When he puts the flower in your hair, his face is incredibly close to yours. You remain quite on the outside while your inner voice is already losing its shit. Despite being flustered, you have to give Cyno a gift back.

After all, equivalent of exchange is a rule in alchemy.

"Wait I think it's unfair that I didn't give you anything." You grabbed his hand before he could take a step back.

"You don't really have to—"

You take a step forward tiptoeing to place a soft kiss on his cheek. "See you tomorrow Cyno." You smile brightly and the blush on your cheeks spread throughout your face.

Cyno stare at you dumbfoundedly as you shut the door close. He place a hand on the spot where you kissed him. The beating of his heart began to thump louder as the smile you gave him is imbued into his mind.

A smile crept up his lips as he turns around wondering how to not make a fool of himself tomorrow.

On the other side of the closed door, you were sitting on the floor placing a hand over your chest. You couldn't believe you already kissed Cyno on the cheek when you just met him. Then again... he seems to he smiling when you did that.

The Windblume Festival is a season of giving gifts to your loved ones. May it be platonical, familial, or romantic anyone could receive gifts. You always have something to give for platonical and familial gifts. As for romantic... you hope Cyno would be the one to happily accept it someday.

[irlkisukeurahara]

@electronicwitchcollection

A jealous Kisuke Urahara? Hmmm... Here's what I came up with for that.

I could really ever think of what to do with this with a kinda x Reader thing, and I've never done one before, so hope it's not bad :)

Pre-established relationship, exclusive relationship with open-ended flirting boundaries. Cw for smoking I guess.

-Kisuke, at least for the most part, isn't usually the type of guy to get jealous. He's more of the guy that plays jealous.

-As in, he's pretty clingy and jokingly whines when you're looking away. So much so that it's hard to tell the difference sometimes!

-Minor jealousy or pure boredom both get that kind of response. It can get a little confusing.

-Even with exclusivity, the boundaries of a relationship with Kisuke are usually a little lax with flirting. But even so, the open-ended nature of a relationship may still open up to potentially jealous moments.

-Hell, he's usually so open about boundaries that he usually wouldn't mind if you actively flirted with people around him! Hell, he still smacks Yoruichi's ass from time to time.

-It's more or so when... He's busy, nose deep in whatever bizarre business he's working on, is the instance those kinda things may bother him. If he can't lean over and join in on your conversation, jokingly flirting with you and the other person, is when it spawns a possibly proper jealous territory.

-Picture Kisuke, in the other room. You two have well established that flirting with people who know it's not serious is fine. And you've done so with them plenty of times.

-But it's a bit different this time. He's always been okay with it, and he's actively encouraged it. As he couldn't even look up from his work or see you, it felt different.

-A little bit of a weight fell on his chest that he couldn't exactly understand. He knew they wouldn't steal you, but it still felt uncomfortable this time.

-Does he get up and have a proper discussion about this like a man, nay, a normal person?

-Nah.

-Kisuke is not a normal guy.

-Kisuke grabs the scraps of his current work, throwing something together and sending it off.

-He plays a practical joke. A little scrap metal birdie flies by you. A little flag with text pops out the side of it. Pulling the same commentary he always does in these moments.

"I can hear you ;)" "Don't make me join you xD" things of that nature.

-The two of you laugh, ahh Kisuke. He got back to his work, though his mind was still fractured 50/50 between this and his important work.

-If you went back to regular conversation with the other person, he'll finish his work quickly and gleefully return with a blunt between his fingers.

-He may be extra touchy with you for a bit, but that's to be expected with him. That time, he kinda gets over it quickly after sexual closeness and a smoke.

-If you decided to test this jealousy even more, he's taking his work and moving it to the room. Even when it would only make things harder.

-He would work much slower, slower than normal. His inner tension would die down a little as he entered the conversation, but a worry of feeling distanced started to creep in.

-You could spot it pretty quickly. Probably could make the connection that it was bothering him. The air around was very awkward for some time.

-With his work concluded and the other person gone, you talk honestly with him.

-While cracking a joke about it, he's at least halfway honest that he felt a little jealous. After going into more detail about it, you apologize for making him feel that way.

-After asking how to make it up, the heart to heart quickly is resolved with a jovial response. With the playful fanning of his signature fan in one hand and a cigarette in the other, he'll say he'll get over it with a night with you and you alone.

-You lit your own cigarette on his as they both hung out from between your lips (Stein x Spirit style) as he laid on your lap. His tension melts off on your skin. Unless the situation happens again, this won't permanently reside in him at all.

-The unexpected jealousy is resolved through a few long nights with Kisuke.

[alchemistdetective]

Blog birthday(tm)!

One year ago, this blog opened! Today is the blog's anniversary!

I won't go on a tangent, but thank you all for being here :D

But if you want to hear Amber's tangent anyway about her characters throughout the year, here you go:

ALRIGHT I'll put it in point form for easily digestible stuff, and I'll talk about the characters one by one

Chloe:

She pretty much strayed FAR from my original plan for her. She's supposed to be this wandering alchemist with medical skills, but she became this unhinged woman instead ajlSGHASJLD

Chloe unfortunately has the biggest problem of not having any pre-established relationships with the others, like Crescent, Rirune, Eri, etc., so I'm just slowly making my way up there with her.

I do have ALOT of stuff planned for her, and I wouldn't mind waiting another year for it to slowly peel things OFF

Crescent:

"Did you know this was supposed to be my blog?"

It's true, THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HER BLOG originally, but I went the last minute and focused on Chloe asjlghasjl

She's... arguably the most popular person in the blog, I'm sure! It's super fun writing her, especially as Seiga's 'partner', so to say.

Also, I'm super sure Frozen loves her more than me, given the amount of commissions he gave her (THANK YOU FROZEN)

Anna:

If there's anyone I want to do more with, it's her.

Unfortunately, these kind of situations are hard because not only is she super closed off to others outside of Chireiden people, she's also a tough nut to crack.

Maybe I'll find some opportunity for her... SOMEDAY...

Rirune / Eri:

The biggest risk I made in Tumblr. Growing up a character.

Truth to be told, I was REALLY worried about his reception before I thrown him out, especially how much Eri was loved back in @twinfoxtails . He became mostly a different person, different morals, and all.

But I'm really glad that most people(?) seem to really enjoy his company alot. I hope you guys like him as much as Eri from the previous blog.

Eri / Modern Eri:

Behold, the boy who took over Eri's crown. A human who's arguably more kitsune than his kitsune counterpart.

Idol, last year of school, dancer... And very, very overworked. He's just really fun to play and the easiest person I could throw towards others because of how... extroverted he is.

Crim's Reimu did give him shapeshifting powers, and I really want him to be very different from Rirune/Eri's path on it, as in, 'he's only human and not some gifted shapeshifting prodigy'.

Oberon:

Makai's fairy, and the Summoner of creatures in Crescent's old unit. (Mostly a Wyvern named Nidhogg)

I always had the idea of her floating around my head for a while, and I REALLY do have to throw her more out in the open, outside her comfort zone of Alice and Crescent

She's basically a fairy who acts smart, but is actually somewhat silly because... you know, FAIRY...

Helia:

Edgelord hell fairy. Can't talk about her too much. But what I can say is that I enjoy her foil with Seiga.

She went through SO MUCH iterations on her powers because I'm afraid she would be stupidly OP until Ruler and I found a compromise for her, where her body manipulation powers only worked under a full moon jlasghjlasd

It's someone I love writing because you always want to bash her face in :D

Flandre:

Have you wanted to write a really OP character, but at the same time, don't want them to be OP? That's her.

She was mostly a Discord-only character, and was Eri in Flandre's body, until plot twist happened. She's still really new and trying to find her bearings in the world, along with sorting out... everything, but she's hanging in there.

She's also Sev Remi's source of joy and headaches :D

She's my only canon character in this blog, I JUST REALIZED

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Once again, thank you very much for being here with me, and I hope to spend another year together :D

[beatificwrites]

would you maybe possibly consider out of the kindness in your heart write about Javi……..

—DOMESTIC

YES OFC!! FIRST JAVI FIC

word count: 664

content: pre-established relationship, domestic vibes, narcos spoilers (javi’s past) not too much detail tho, allusions to smut towards the end

As Javi stepped into the apartment, he could smell the aroma of your delicious cooking right away. He took off his shoes before walking over to the kitchen and coming up behind you.

“Hola, mi vida.” [my life] he greeted as his arms wrapped themselves securely around your waist.

You turned your head ever slightly to give him a kiss and he tried to deepen it. You gave in immediately and your lips parted ways a few seconds later.

“I hope you’re on the menu tonight...” he teased as his nose grazed against your bare neck.

You giggled and rolled your eyes before giving him one last peck, then turning around and drying your hands on a nearby cloth.

“Go wash up while I get your plate ready, cariño [dear].”

“Yes, ma’am.” he briefly said, before disappearing into your shared bedroom.

He left to go clean up and you got the plates ready for dinner.

You and Javi met only a year back when he was first stationed in Colombia. You worked and are still working at a humble bakery selling tasty Colombian delicacies and the world’s best coffee, of course.

Javi would stop by every morning to get himself a cup and you would always ring him up. Eventually, his routine stops became a means to an end just to see you. The guy was captivated by you.

Little did he know, you also looked forward to seeing him every morning and with time the two of you started talking and you gathered the courage to ask him out.

He was pretty shocked at first considering he figured he would be the one to ask but he could never turn down someone as good-looking as you.

You went on few dates since the life of a DEA agent actively trying to catch a drug lord didn’t offer much free time, but you didn’t mind.

Those few times you ate out or went over to his place, you enjoyed his company, nonetheless. As more time passed, you had completely fallen for him.

He fell for you too; it was hard for him to admit at first because he found commitment to be difficult. Ever since Loraine, he dreaded the thought. He also didn’t think you deserved a man like him.

You had to reassure him countless times that it didn’t matter and that you still loved him. And with that, you became a pair.

Your relationship was definitely very refreshing to him; he felt so different and at peace. Coming home to a nice meal like tonight or a clean apartment, that's usually dirty because he doesn't have the time to clean, is refreshing. He couldn't thank you enough.

Of course, he's not forcing you to do anything, but you love to show that you care by providing those simple domestic pleasures. You also don't like spending most of your time inside an unkempt home.

That aside, Javi came back from washing up and sat down at the kitchen island to dine with you. He gave you a peck on the cheek and thanked you. "Gracias, mi vida."

"Of course, love. You're hard at work every day you deserve a warm meal. Not takeout." You sat down next to him as you handed him his plate.

"You say that as if you don't work hard."

"Well, I do. Maybe not as hard as you but I do too which is why I'm eating with you."

You watched as he took a bite out of the food.

"Is it good?" you asked eagerly.

He hummed, "delicioso, amor. This is perfect."

"Good! You better like it." you laughed.

"Sweetheart, you work at a bakery. There's nothing you could make that I wouldn't like." he said as a matter-of-factly.

You finished eating and even though you assured him that you could wash the dishes, he persisted and proceeded to wash them anyway as another thank you for dinner.

Afterwards, you both laid on the couch for a while to just relax. He couldn't keep his hands off of you and there was no way you could resist him. You made out for a bit before he showed you once again how thankful he was.

[theimaginatrix27]

Coming Soon to AO3: the Sisko'Brien Salamanders AU!

I could not go another day without making this post. Because I intend to start posting this fic as soon as it's no longer November in Australia.

A few months ago, I was on my friend @kintatsujo's Discord server, telling her and my other friends on there, quite earnestly, that I believed I was incapable of writing Sci-fi, and was particularly nervous about writing for any Star Trek series, because the fandom was big and old and intimidating, and I was a Fantasy writer! I couldn't possibly get all the technical stuff right!

And then I started nattering on about my ideas for a Star Trek series that I'd had floating in my head for about thirteen years, and as I was doing so, I started looking stuff up on the wiki, made a couple posts, absolutely trawled the blog of someone who reblogged one of those posts, found a Deep Space 9-themed Discord server (and about a dozen new friends!), and started having plot tribbles populate my brain, all squealing excitedly at being allowed to run wild.

And one of those ideas was sparked by this post, which I found on that days-long blog trawl I mentioned, and which delighted me so much that I started imagining some of the scenes. And then imagining the fallout. And then having my own ideas about how it would all pan out, and I knew this story was a keeper.

The important points from the post that set my brain off, in case you don't wanna click through:

Benjamin Sisko wouldn't abandon his salamander babies if he ever went through a Threshold scenario (as in the episode of Star Trek: Voyager for the uninitiated).

Since this is a human-specific mutation, the other parent would have to be one of the other human cast

DS9's Threshold is clearly an O'Brien-must-suffer episode.

The very idea of this happening was hilarious to me, so in hindsight I shouldn't have been all that surprised the plot tribble moved in and started breeding like mad.

I let the idea stew throughout October, and have been writing for the AU all month. And I've written about 30k for it so far! Not all of it's for the main/initial fic laying a great deal of the groundwork/surrounding the events within the post (but with my own twists on some of the ideas because I was imagining the characters' reactions as I saw them and they flowed better than the comments in the post), but I do have six chapters almost ready to go, and will probably keep writing stuff after NaNo because I wanna tell this story! The rest of what I've written is for the pre/conquel I started when I decided we needed to explore Sisko and O'Brien's experiences while mutated (and that is going to be a fun fic!), and the sequel! Because once I established some stuff about the babies (like their names and personalities), they wanted to be doing things! And those things might have widespread impacts, but I will not go into details because that's for when the sequel fic goes up! Which it isn't until I finish posting the Main/original fic!

Milestone will be coming to AO3 on the 1st of December Australian time, and I wanted to let people know it was gonna happen. I'm so excited to start sharing this with the fandom!

@reginaldbroccoli @laurelhach @vermin-disciple @apolesen I am tagging you specifically to thank you for combining your efforts to create the post that made this story possible, and also to let you know someone is writing the thing. And I hope at least some of you will be interested in reading it and won't mind that I couldn't wait until next Threshold Day to begin posting said thing.

[hecatombi]

Here's my wishlist of threads and interactions! Just things I hope to eventually get, if you want to thread any of this with me sometime feel free to always slip into my dms about it! I will on and off write / add to this.

I hope these don't really feel super samey, but i apologize if they do!! ALSO, more AU's are always on the table, you can ask more detail about au ideas i have in mind. trust me, i go to INSANE depths for my wishlists. but. i do want to keep this list as general and accessible as possible in case any one of youse want to pick one to play around with.

GENERAL;

good omens or OFMD muses would be cool to interact with!!

More super hero muses interacting with my more powerful guys.

Miraculous ladybug portrals of any kind for randy / rex would be fun!!

RANDY:

MORE RC9GN MUSES!!!!!!! OF COURSE...

Action threads with any of my muses would be pretty fire actually but i'd love it with randy particularly

MORE NORISU NINE MEMBERS!! I would love to establish who becomes linked to a kaiju and who could take on more roles as a ninja! so far, the only established new member has been hachi of @standbowed!! i need 7 more, though. and 8 more spirits to go with every ninja!! dm me if interested :D

travelling through the remaining 8 lands of ninja legend would be sooo fucked but so fun.. twirls hair.... who wants an Adventure long termmmm...

identity reveal. superhero shenanigans. PLAY VIDEO GAMES WITH MA BOY! just hang out with him, it'd be nice.

CHAI:

chai and vash .. i do personally ship them but i'd never force another vash to ship it with me. even them interacting would be so fun though!!

chai moving to somewhere safer or people joining his resistance is always a fun time

honestly i just really want a ship with chai in general. who wants to smoochie the default mii

i have so many ideas for him living with others, trying to find work elsewhere, his status as a brand ambassador to the megacorp that vandelay is,

HACKING HIM. HE CAN BE HACKED. HOW FUCKED IT WOULD BE TO EXPLORE THIS!! YET HOW FUN

If your muse is a musician, specdifically a famous one, oh my god let chai fanboy over them!!!!!!!!

i have a million more ideas but i'll refrain from putting them LOL so many ideas.

VASH:

A non freaky interaction with knives who don't ship plan.tcest would be nice :'D younger vash interactions, dream interactions, fucked up pre death interactions.... anything. would be interesting to explore since we saw so little of them.

bUT ALSO anyone from trigun!! I don't really ship vash super easily personally, but there's like 5 versions of him imuse. i don't really do vashwood personally but i can see why it would appeal to some.

i think vash deserves to not be feared so a thread where he gets appreciation for something he did would be nice. since he gets it so little

someone he could confide in and help heal with given how much he bottles up ..

getting comfortable enough with a muse that he can show off his uncanny true plantlike form!!!! which is SO RARE for him!!!!!!

interactions with other powerful protagonists or people who challenge his morality strongly would be so epic to interact with. it would be so cool.

JOSEPH:

any interactions with fellow jjba muses! especially caesar, lisa lisa, suzi q, jonathan, dio, johnny, gyro!

would love a thread where he does magician stuff since he's canonically into street magic

any thread where he gets to pull a your next line is and stun your guy. idc the context i just think it'd be REALLY funny

oldseph threads would also be really fun to have if i can get enough peeps interested........

him learning how to make bubbles from caesar or like caesar if caesars dead atp. :D

TEACHING HAMON TO OTHER MUSES!!!!!!!!! ASK WHAT THIS WOULD ENTAIL IF YOU DONT KNOW

GARY:

Tbh more of him dancing and goofing off would be really fun

Adopting more kids always. he's such a good dad!!!!

Maybe someone who breaks his isolation sooner than Avocato did in season1 before everythang went to shit..?

i'd generally like to rewrite season 3 and beyond. like i love final space but i dont like the direction it went all that much personally.. <:/

help him get more comfortable with a new look, as i hc him to be more transfeminine nowadays! would be nice helping him get comfortable in his own skin.

ASH:

MORE SLASHERS. this is my only real note for now

well that and maybe more. like. medieval interactions.... since mine's a knight and all given AOD.

AIDEN:

HACKING INTO SOME BIG PLACE FOR A SECRET MISSION WOO YEA WOOWOO YEAH FIXER MOMENTS

be on a fixer mission with aiden. you can be co worker,hostage, or even his torturer. i dont care as long as its cool.

meeting more watchdogs muses in general though there.. doesnt seem to be many of those aside from myself

if anyone wants to deal with his edgy fuck ass be prepared for him to be relatively standoffish / prickly, but he can warm up to you if he has to be your work partner.

BEE:

she needs to make herself some PROPER FRANDS.

Intergalactic jobs on your muses planet!! that would be so fun!! Like imagine she gets a temp job working for your muse....

Terrible room mate anyone? :) give her more roomies cause i doubt there's another puppycat active atm..

bee also flexing her insane robot powers could be epic. rare, but epic. i dont know if she entirely processes how unusual that is though.. huh!

REX:

escaping providence would be nice.

thread where he's deprogrammed from the culty weird propaganda of providence

doing normal kjid things like hanging out at th epark, learning memes, playing video games, going to school stuff -- this is allt hings he's never been allowed to do!!

Drawing your muse and entering them into his JOURNALS... ohh the importance of those can NOT be understated.

curing your muse from turning into an EVO!

[itsabee]

I hope you don't mind me asking, but what is the time line of ycyd?

(I hope that made sense, english isn't my first language,lol.)

We try not to put a concrete year on anything to make it more “relatable” and to keep the x reader aspect true even in the future, but I would say this is about 5/6 years POST marble hornets, as Brian went to jail for a while. Toby is 19 when his case was when he was 17 so he was criminally inpatient for 2 years, Tim was probably there already when he got there, or he transferred after, I don’t remember the exact time line or if we even established one (but Tim is a good inpatient patient and Toby was not for a long time)

Would actually love to write some pre-YCYD stuff :)

Would say Brian probably served a few years because he didn’t kill anyone, just kidnapping (lmao) and smaller charges stacked up, then met Kate while trying to make ends meet. Probably roommates at first but actually became good friends!

I don’t think I’ve said it on here but I think Kate probably served some time as well (for like. The arson in awakening) and that was an important aspect of their friendship :) I think I said somewhere they met at a halfway house and I stand by that ❤️

The plot of the fic though happens from November to March (as of “the one where someone dies”) so it’s only been a few months but HOOOOO boy has it been bad.

[annabtg]

So I went to check what smutty stuff you’d written (guilty) as I love love love your fics, but I was shocked to see your smut is only Lily/Sirius. No hate! It’s fantastic but I’m curious, why haven’t you written any Jily smut?

Hi anon! Thank you so much for the love! 💕 I appreciate you trusting me enough to check out a different ship!

I expect that, since you're sending an ask, you're looking for the long answer xD so here it goes! Cut for length!

First of all - my most active years in fandom before I got back were between the ages of 15 and 20. I wasn't even able to consume smut legally for the better part of my stint (my old fandom had restricted 18+ access), plus I had no experience and frankly, no interest in smut.

When I got back, older and more experienced 😁, what hadn't changed was that I still was most interested in Jily getting together. Some of my fics don't even have kissing - I tend to write about teenagers discovering love, and that's usually more innocent and less physical. So there was no space for Jily smut there. Jily as an established or married couple are not as interesting to me.

Now, Sirius/Lily came a bit out of left field - I hadn't thought about it until I read fic about them as friends and it got me thinking that they'd make a good couple. So I set out to write a fic about how they'd make a good couple, which then became a fic about how a relationship can be beautiful and loving and still not mean you'll stay together forever. So I had to follow them closely through their relationship.

Ngl when I reached the point where they have sex for the first time, I was ready to fade to black. I had never written smut before and I was afraid the Sirius/Lily action would cost me basically all my Jily readers. XD Yet I thought that showing them discover sex together the way they'd discovered love would be important for the story; so I plunged ahead. There are three sex scenes in My Best Friend's Girl and I think none of them are gratuitous. They served the story, so I wrote them.

And now for the spicier confession - I think Lily and Sirius are hot together. They are two good-looking individuals with great chemistry (headcanon, perhaps, but I stand by it) and there's no point in depicting them in a pre-relationship stage because they don't get together in canon. With Jily, you can end a fic with a kiss or even just stop it at flirting and then canon does the work for you - you know that in the end they get together and they're happy. But if you're going to write about Sirius and Lily being romantically involved, there's no satisfaction to be drawn from it unless you actually see them together. Hence, I'm more interested in Sirius/Lily *as a couple* (which is not only for smutty reasons, but also because I find a good challenge in having them together and still not ruining their relationships with James) and that's why you find me writing more Sirius/Lily smut than Jily smut.

That is not to say I am opposed to writing Jily smut! In fact, my WIP Nom De Plume (which has been stalled because of my eye surgery) is planned to contain explicit Jily smut, as the plotline isn't resolved until some time after they get together. And the smut will greatly serve the story there too. ;) No idea how it will come out, mind you, buuuut... XD

Thank you for this so interesting ask, anon! I hope my answer satisfied you :) Stay tuned! ;)