#i can sorta see months for my other muses

[vodika-vibes]

Ordinary Day

When you flee to Pabu to get away from your life, you don’t expect to find happiness there. You’ve never been so happy to be wrong in your life.Summary:

Pairing: TBB Crosshair x Reader

Word Count: 834

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I wanted to write something cute and sorta fluffy so I did.

You like your home.

Sure, it’s a bit small, nothing compared to the grand mansions that you used to live in when you were a child, but your home is cozy and warm and safe…and that’s something that you never had growing up.

Yes. You love your home.

Even the squeaky floorboards on the stairs, and the way that the kitchen faucet drips if you aren’t careful to make sure that it’s turned completely off.

But, you have to admit, your favorite part of your home has nothing to do with your home itself, so much as your neighbor, and boyfriend of two months, Crosshair.

You roll out of bed early, and lazily shower and dress before you start opening curtains and windows. 

It’s your day off, which means, naturally, that you’re awake with the sunrise. Still, it’s a nice day, so you don’t mind as much as you normally do.

You grab some of the dough that’s been in the fridge overnight, and toss it on the counter so you can have fresh bread later, before you go about opening the curtains and windows in the main part of the house. 

Carefully, you tie the curtains to the side, and then push open the window before locking it into place, and a small smile crosses your face when you see Crosshair messing with the speeder in front of his house.

“Does Tech know you’re messing around with his speeder, Cross?” You ask, your voice light as you lean against the window frame.

He straightens and looks at you, a small smirk crossing his face, “Morning kitten.”

You roll your eyes at the nickname, though it’s mostly for show, you both know it doesn’t bother you half as much as you act. “Good morning, Crosshair.” 

He flashes a small smile, “What Tech doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

“Mm-hmm, but will it hurt you?”

“I can take him.”

You laugh softly, “Wouldn’t it be better to not start a fight in the first place?”

The toothpick in Crosshair’s mouth moves from one side to the other, “Nah.”

You laugh again and shake your head, “I’m going to hazard a guess that you’re the older brother.”

Crosshair’s grin is sharp, “How’d you guess, kitten?”

“I just have a feeling about these kinds of things.” You reply, and then you sit on the windowsill and swing your legs so they’re outside the house, “So, why are you awake so early?”

“Wrecker snores.” Crosshair replies, his gaze dropping to your bare legs for a split second, before snapping back to your face, “You?”

“Ah. Well, today is the first day of my vacation, so naturally I woke up with the sun.”

“Oh, naturally.” He teases with a smirk, “Hate it when that happens.”

“It’s the worst.” You agree, cheerfully ignoring his teasing, “You going somewhere?”

“Yeah, I was planning on spending the day away from everyone, on the other side of the island.” Crosshair replies, as he drops his bag in the speeder, “I just need a break from people.”

“That’s fair. Well, don’t let me stop you-”

Crosshair watches you for a moment, and then he folds his arms across his chest, “Wanna come?”

“I thought you needed a people break?”

“Come on, Kitten. We both know you don’t count as people.”

“Thanks…I think.”

“Are you coming or aren’t you?” Crosshair asks with a roll of his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m coming. Untwist your panties, Cross.” You hop down from the windowsill, and hurry over to him. 

“Hm, you spend a long time thinking about my underwear, kitten?” Crosshair asks as you stop next to him.

“That’s for me to know and you to wonder.” You reply primly.

“Yeah? Well, that’s a shame, because I spend a lot of time thinking about yours.”

“I think that makes you a pervert.” You muse thoughtfully.

“But not you?”

“Of course not.” You grin at him.

Crosshair chuckles and tosses his toothpick to the side, “So, this counts as a date, right?” You arch a single brow at him, “Which means I can kiss you whenever I want, right?”

“Is that how that works?”

“You know, I think it does.”

“Hm…well, if that’s the case, then yes. I suppose you can.”

Crosshair is quick to take advantage of your permission, as he crashes his lips against yours and tangles his fingers in your short hair to keep you close. “There,” He says as he pulls away, “That’s a proper good morning.”

“Hm…is it?” You ask with a dreamy smile, “I wasn’t paying attention.”

He laughs, “Brat. You can get more kisses when we get to where we’re going. In the speeder.”

“You’re so bossy.”

“You love it. Get in.”

“I’m getting, I’m getting.” You reply with a laugh as you climb into the passenger's seat, before leaning back and stretching out.

You love so many things about Crosshair…but these surprise trips, where it’s just the two of you exploring for the sake of exploring, you think you love the most.

[ddejavvu]

it’s dbf!indy anon and I finally had a thought!!!

looking at old photos of your dad and indy with dbf!indy, and just being like “wow I would’ve smashed younger you” or “you’ve just gotten more handsome with age” or like, subtly flirting and he’s trying so hard to not flirt back bc he’s still trying to forget that he finds you attractive

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

this post is 18+ (due to an age gap), minors dni.

Your dad seems to have been a whole other person before he'd settled down with your mom. You've never seen this side of him before, the cocky young man pictured beside Dr. Jones at a dig site, squinting into the sun and marred with dirt. Now he's neat, proper, and wouldn't spent days at a dig site if he was offered millions of dollars.

Dr. Jones is even more jarring to look at. There's a layer of rugged scruff on his face in the picture, his shirt hanging half open over his chest and sweat lining his brow. His sleeves are torn off in the photos, probably due to the sweltering heat they're working in, though you wonder if having his skin exposed left him vulnerable to sunburns. He doesn't look burnt, only gorgeously tanned, and you marvel over the man he used to be.

"That's you?" You ogle at a shot of him standing atop a carrier plane, lugging crates of god knows what into the hold. The cut-off sleeves give you a fantastic view of the muscles in his arms bulging while he lifts the boxes, and you only wish you'd have been there in person to avoid the slightly grainy quality to the film. It's a precarious position he's in, one that you wouldn't expect from the proper professor beside you.

"That's me," He drawls, "You like my hair?"

It's not combed, laying fluffy and natural over his forehead. There's a hat hanging from his belt, and you're surprised it hadn't messed up the strands of hair that flop so naturally over his head.

"it's different," You laugh, turning to face him. He'd been peering over your shoulder to see the pictures you're looking at, so when you turn, you're rather close. He doesn't move away, though, not even as you study him with a discerning gaze.

"You're proper-handsome now." You decide, "The gelled hair, the glasses, the suits-and-ties. But you used to be rugged-handsome." You flip to the next page, showcasing him caught sleeping against a load of cargo in the tiny plane.

You're too focused on the photos to notice him watching you, jaw working to tighten his lazy grin so that it doesn't turn upside down. He's fighting an internal battle, he knows he shouldn't be attracted to you but he is, and he can't decide whether he'll allow himself to accept your compliments or not.

"See?" You point to his posture, toned arms stretched up and over his head, his hat over his face to block out the sun, "That's a picture they'd put in one of those super-sexy firefighter-of-the-month calendars. The muscles, the open shirt, the thighs on display..." You muse, tracing over each feature you name.

He's torn. You're complimenting him, openly, brazenly. He knows he's not taking advantage of you, you're coming to him, but something about it seems so forbidden that he almost can't respond. But he's well-acquainted with danger, with the exhilaration of doing something he shouldn't, so he lets a chuckle escape, "Yeah? You think I'd make it as a sexy firefighter?"

"Oh, for sure," You nod, like you think you're reassuring his insecurities, "Just lose the shirt and swap it for suspenders, Indy, you'd fit right in."

"Really," He marvels your bold nature, unable to stop from laughing again, "Well sweetheart, maybe you 'oughta take the pictures for me. Pose me, oil me up, that sorta thing."

"Deal," You grin, turning back to face him again, still not backing away from your tantalizingly close proximity, "Should I bring socks to stuff your crotch with?"

"No need," Indiana assures you, his drawl never having been cockier, "I've got that covered myself, sweetheart."

[lazywriters-blog]

BAD SON

Warning: DRAMA, forced relationship, just Aqua being the creepy manipulative dork he is, two stalkers playing, sorta friends to enemies? Enemies to menaces. Not really yandere?

Summary: You come to realize your friend had been trying to stab you in the back. Being a skilled stalker works well in these situations.

In all honesty, he couldn't be doing anything wrong. These were just tricks to get her close, to make sure things went his way and he could breathe easy, every once in a while, he deserves it. For everything to succeed, there's hardships first so if he took the time to brace through the storm, he could have the puzzle pieces.

But perhaps, he underestimated how mentally strong one can be, all the things that are supposed to hurt her and get her to ask for help, resulted in a rather odd reaction. She ended up getting stronger, more independent, and more capable than before.

And she didn't come running to him.

He even made sure to offer help, standing there willingly so that she could see him as clearly as day, spoke to her, and reassured her, however, his plans had holes in them.

She did not ask for help. From him. They did not get any closer than they already were. She even avoided him, building invisible walls, and he had to wonder if she knew he controls the situation to his liking and pushes some to fall in place. A manipulator.

Even though her reputation had been torn down and shredded into bits, she smiles. She smiles.

He could have given up, let her be, let her breeze through peacefully but should he admit defeat so early on? He can't, he won't. How long can a person withstand verbal harassment before breaking down? Not forever, he can be her ally, her best friend.

He had to make himself impossible to ignore. He just had to make her come to him.

"Hey." he approached her sitting at her marked bench, and she hadn't noticed him watching her from a distance, did she like to pretend?

"Hi. Is there something wrong?" she replied, shifting over to make space between them.

"No."

"O... Kay? Then, what's up? Did you find the one behind the rumors? You did say you would but you don't need to worry about it." she grinned, looking away to the ground, anything to not make eye contact. Was she secretly ashamed?

"I don't break my promises," he said, crossing his arms as he leaned back, "you didn't make a promise though." she raised her eyebrows, blinking a couple of times before turning away.

"I appreciate it, but I have a hunch on who did it." she swayed her legs back and forth, maintaining her smile, "I'm not too sure yet."

"How do you know?" he asked.

"Oh, you know, just connected the dots, and boom! I found it, but there were only three people who knew about it, my tendency to play around with anyone sure is troublesome but eh what can I do?" she mused, pouting.

"But you know, I realized an interesting clue. No one who could have spread it is any better than me, so I think it's someone I know but haven't quite yet gotten to know them." she looked at him, stretching her smile wider she kept her gaze on him, "But, yeah like I said, I'm not sure, because I can't care about everybody hehe." she quickly turned her face dropping her smile and softly glaring at passengers.

"You know..." she slowly started, "we don't know each other that much, right? Strange, even though we've been friends for months," she stated, sitting up straight she glanced back at him, "the other day, I'm pretty sure I followed you around, and you didn't even notice me." she frowned, quietly waited for the response she had envisioned in her head.

However, he had nothing to say but his face surely indicated some of the things his poker face couldn't hide.

"I even made sure to call out your name, but at last, you didn't even see me." she sighed louder, "Pity really, we could have been best friends." she got up, staring down at his facade.

"I hope you go to hell." she hissed, disgust was written over her face, and no matter what he said, nothing would change in the slightest, she had already walked away and left him behind.

Maybe he isn't as good as he thought himself out to be, he's let pride rust his brain.

Just as he had ruined her reputation, she ruined his, doing plenty to hurt him in the long run, and he didn't like how it stung, how despite being careful, he wasn't careful enough, she could have been the special tool he could use, but she had more personas than one.

How was he going to recover her?

Who told her he was behind the rumors, did she figure it out herself by following him around? Could she still have dirt on him she could use to threaten him with, when had she trailed him? He couldn't have mentioned anything about his final plan.

He couldn't afford another slip-up.

He had to get her on his side.

A fake love confession seemed to be his only chance if she's got more tricks up her sleeves, then he would have to dig deeper to find her darkest secrets. Her weakest points. He couldn't sit back and let anyone give him what he doesn't want.

The next time they had a project together, he'd get her to come, alone. She wasn't anybody special, and he won't let her top him.

The fun part was, nobody wanted to be partners with him, so by default, pulling some strings to get someone to exchange with him wasn't hard. Since, well, both of them were outcasts at this point.

"Hm... You are one hell of an enemy," she muttered to herself, pushing her face against her palm as she looked outside, "by now, you could have saved yourself, I'm sure people would believe you more than me, but oh well, they sure would be blind then." she giggled.

"I want to meet you after school." he bluntly uttered after ignoring her words, "What a joke, you want to confess to me or something?" she smugly stated, intently side-eyeing him.

"Even if you were sincere about it, you're an actor," she smirked, "you are supposed to fool everyone with your charm and looks, and most of the time, it works." she shrugged.

"Alright, if you insist." he wanted to shut her up anyway, so taking a quick look at their subject teacher, he pulled her face to his and dismissed the shocked face of his classmate when he kissed her. As soon as it began, it ended.

This way, it was sure to spark more gossip. Bring her to him even if she didn't want to.

And it worked, she and he were a thing in the eyes of the people. Even if, she hadn't accepted his confession, he wasn't going to give her a choice. Everything should be going his way.

He's going to make sure she falls in love.

"We should finish this project today." he stopped her by the entrance, grabbing her wrist and making it impossible for her to leave. "I'll come if you want."

"No need," she argued, softly attempting to pull away from him without causing a scene, "It would be better if you let go now. I don't want to report you for sexual harassment and make your career a burning pile of garbage."

"Would they believe you?" he spoke, "I'm the one with connections, not you. So let's make some concessions."

"I don't care, let go! Don't touch me!" she forced her hand out of her grasp and made haste to the exit, and if anyone had paid attention to them, he hopes it makes them think they are closer than anybody else in the whole world. Because the last thing he wanted is for his plans to fail.

She was making it harder for him.

At this rate, he was going to lose her.

With her help, he's sure they can easily overpower his wicked father, he needs this relationship to work. He will make it work.

He will fall in love and so will she.

[vagabond-umlaut]

ramé 6.0

love.

a word everyone spells as l-o-v-e, except one certain young sorcerer – to whom it appears h-a-p-p-y, to whom it appears h-a-v-o-c – to whom it appears the shape of the letters of your name.

you, on the other hand, forget how to spell when the same word is before you – a fact which, your admirer reckons, would have been a major problem were he not he – that is, were he not the one and only 'gojo satoru'.

and thus begins, the plan.

and thus begins, the six steps to catch one's crush's eye — by the six eyes.

|6/6| this isn't really a way. if you're at this step, just fuckin' stop and retreat. your crush won't ever notice you – you sad, pathetic loser.

[READ 1.0 HERE AND 2.0 HERE AND 3.0 HERE AND 4.0 HERE AND 5.0 HERE!]

▸ student!gojo satoru x student!reader; fem!reader; the promised sunshine ending to this work's finally here!! ft. the classic angst-to-tooth-rotting-fluff trajectory, the best four friends one can ever get, and, the sweetest romance between 'toru and shortie becoming official freaking-finally! [THE CHAP TITLE'S MISLEADING. OF SORTS. :))]

▸ sorry but i had to squeeze in a scene of shoko and suguru being the best drinking buddies ever. AND AND AND- jjk season two, my beloved-beloathed...

▸ find other parts of 'ramé' and other [stand-alone] fics set in the same universe as this work here! anyways, image, divider & characters ain't mine. pls don't plagiarize, translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

"is that what you really think?"

gojo wonders if a momentous occasion as the one now deserves one brawl thrown into it or not. it won't be anything much; just dumping a bowl of soup down suguru's shirt and/or landing a pretty solid kick to his stomach and/or-

"careful, senpai or you might've to go home, bloody and beaten," the most monotone voice ever possible crashes into his thoughts in the worst possible way. a snicker, far too familiar, joins in. "yeah, nanami's right. besides, we haven't even clicked a pic yet. you wouldn't want to wear a black eye in it, would you?"

clinking his glass with shoko's, the white-haired watches suguru gulp down a shot of tequila, then give a mighty firm shake of his head. "no, of-fucking-course not. today is our dearest kouhai's important day; i don't wanna get involved in any drama now; though..." trailing off, the black-haired boy shoots gojo an awfully obvious side-glance before a look shared with the others.

the boy lets his eyes wander away from them. an abominably sharp acrylic nail pokes him in the cheek. gojo exhales a sigh, so exhausted.

were it just a day, the boy's certain to the hell and back, that he would have whipped up a snarky insult to the stink-eye aimed his way. the boy would have slapped his drunk classmate's hand away, calling her sense of fashion the worst names possible.

gojo, however, decides to resort to neither today. he decides to settle for a sigh - the second in the last minute, longer and wearier than the one before - and rests his face into the hollow of his palms, screwing eyes shut.

an exasperated grumble - or two, maybe - permeates the air.

"gojo senpai," the words ring out in a tone far too soft and worried. he muses he doesn't need to look to see the sympathetic frown haibara must be wearing, nor the varying degrees of pity and concern etched into the others' features. a warm hand squeezes his shoulder slightly.

haibara continues, "geto senpai is not entirely wrong, y'know? yes, of course, implying you might kick up drama is sorta wrong, i admit so. but otherwise... you could've tried to, i don't know, somehow find out the reason behind her sudden distance from you?"

opening his eyes, gojo twists to face his kouhai, ready to interrupt him, but stops at the earnestness in his gaze. "turning into a recluse or moping around isn't gonna solve anything, senpai. it's been more than a month since then and from what little i've seen, i can say it's eating the both of you alive. you, way more than her. so, go, speak with her," he urges him with a smile, "the others are not very well at showing their emotions but trust me when i say, we all are worried for you both, senpai."

the white-haired boy drags his gaze away from the speaker. suguru gives him a smile, shoko pokes him in the cheek again, nanami offers a fleeting impression of something smiley before looking away with a grimace.

gojo's eyes flit back to the encouraging boy before.

"okay," the upperclassman relents with a sigh, which instantly grows into a frown the moment every piece clicks into place in his mind and the goggles-wearing boy swears his heart skips a beat, "but what did you say about seeing shortie and know-"

stopping in the middle of the question, the boy stiffens.

three glasses shatter on impact with the floor, freed from the waiter's grasp, soon followed by two maids screeching your name in the most terror-struck voice ever manageable. gojo's six eyes provide him with enough details as always; albeit it seems miles from enough now, the way it always is in your case, further deepening the sorcerer's need to physically see you once; to soak in the brilliance of your gaze and the sweetness of the curve of your lips once.

who knows if he'll ever see you again from as close as- okay, no, wait-

"did you just run all the way here-"

"i love you."

"-in your heels?"

everything falls silent the moment the last word leaves gojo's lips and a shuddered breath escapes him into the bittersweet fragrance of the citrus perfume he remembers you using. in a lilac dress with a messy hairstyle and diamond studs, the youngest and newest leader of your clan stands before him, cheeks stretched in a wide grin.

whirling his seat round completely, the boy gives you one long look, only to earn a hauntingly soft look in return.

you smile.

"i know you might see me as the most inconsistent, lying, crazy bitch at best or as the most opportunistic bitch ever, trying to seduce you, for lack of a better term, to satisfy her craving for power, at worst; but no matter how you see me, how others see me, how i see myself - i'm in love with you, that's one thing which won't change no matter what."

you pause.

and as he watches you catch your breath after that long as hell sentence para, the first realisation which crashes on gojo's otherwise numb brain is: you too haven't changed.

not. one. bit.

from the way you stick to your minimal makeup look; to the way you speak sans any break and curse yourself as you confess to something (you think you did) wrong; to the way your gaze remains fixed on him, acutely trained on even the mildest twitch of his facial muscles... one whole month has passed since that stormy evening yet you're still the same you.

a little sweet. a little sour. a whole lot perfect-

who loves him-

who loves him-

you. love. him. too.

for the first time in an apparent eternity, gojo feels his lips lift in a free smile. although the chuckle leaving him sounds laden with moisture and emotions.

"i'll die before calling you a seductress, shortie," the boy says, "you're way too dumb and naive for that." your eyes move to the girl drinking beside him for a second, before settling back on him, a light sheen in them. smile widening yet growing a tender quality, he goes on to say, "and i know you aren't a liar; but regarding the inconsistent claim... i think an explanation's long overdue, isn't it?"

you huff a mild chuckle. stuffing your hands into your dress pockets, your senpai watches you draw in a long breath before letting it out in a whoosh, a tiny smile nestling in the corner of your lips. you begin.

"you know, right, my eldest brother was the clan leader before me? y'know, after my father just decided, one fine day, he's growing old and so he wants to retire somewhere peaceful now, with my mom, leaving me in the care of takeshi nii-chan and his wife?"

four pairs of eyes switch to him in silent query. ignoring them, gojo nods. it isn't everyday you speak so openly of your family, especially this topic concerning them.

considering how painful and sore it is for you.

how big of an escapist your father is.

how big of an asshole your brother is.

how utterly difficult it is for you to navigate in this household daily.

your sigh interrupting his thoughts, he hears you continue, "well, all was going well until it was not; and i decided i'd already spent too much time being a spectator to my life and future keeping getting kicked around like a fucking soccer ball."

few gasps sound in the vicinity, undoubtedly at you cussing. nanami's smooth voice cuts in through their shocked surprise, and through the bubble, gojo was under the impression, he and you had slipped into.

judging from the tiny start you give, the white-haired boy surmises you too must have felt the same.

your classmate's solemn voice sounds in the hush, though traces of a hesitation can still be found in it when he asks, "they... didn't arrange a wedding for you in the month you were here... did they?"

"they did," you're quick to answer, voice growing a steely quality, "the higher-ups and my brother decided to get me engaged to-"

"to whom?"

gojo's lips quirk up at the way you roll your eyes at suguru's impatient question, then look at him, a tired smile creeping onto your features. but, hey! is that a tinge of shyness on your face that the boy can see?

you point your chin at him. "to 'toru, who else?"

the second (or maybe, the third) bout of silence would have followed this statement of yours too - if not for the cackling girl beside gojo. the latter makes no effort to conceal his irritation, shooting the most vicious glare ever; shoko simply raises her glass, as if in a toast, then tosses you a smirk.

"you love him, still you don't wanna get hitched with him? not very clever of you, yeah?"

"yeah," haibara chips in, albeit much less teasing and more a worried timbre than shoko, the shades-wearing boy deems. the other student continues, brows creasing together, "plus, i doubt gojo senpai saying no to the proposal. so, why didn't you go ahead with it?"

your head tilts to one side. your lips twitch in a knowing fashion.

"you just said the reasons yourself, yu-kun."

years later, if someone asks gojo when's the time he realised he's in love with you, too deep and too far gone to ever consider anyone but you by his side, as his other and undoubtedly better half, the sorcerer will grin the goofiest grin ever and sigh the dreamiest sigh ever, and say, "every day."

which is the truth, really-

yet, from those 'every day'-s, there exist few such days, whom the six-eyes user's brain subconsciously frames in a golden frame and places on a dust-free pedestal.

for instance, today.

a day your senpai dreaded to begin by leaving the comfort of his bed, knowing the person whose ascension to the metaphorical throne he has been invited to witness today, blood chilling and condensing into tears on his lashes as memories from long ago and not-so-long-ago hurtle into his brain.

only to morph, by evening, into the day the boy realises: love isn't just what made him switch his infinity off and pull you under him, a shield to protect you from the crumbling roof, forgetting everything except your safety and life; but love is also what made you push him and the emotions within yourself away.

forgetting everything - the boy knows from knowing you these many years - except your very evident aim of shielding him from the vicious schemes of those responsible for this damned jujutsu hierarchy.

no matter how easy and rewarding the other path would've been for you.

no matter how difficult and painful this current path must've been for you.

just 'cause you love him.

just 'cause you know, at the end of it all, he's going to be safe, away from the manipulating hands of the higher-ups - away from even the slimmest chance of experiencing a shred of the ordeals you suffered as a child, losing your free will and living as a mere puppet, subject to those old geezers' whims and fancies.

the two of you are not-too-near to the threshold of adulthood; still, through those unsure lenses of transition between immaturity and maturity, gojo feels sure this very moment that his eyes are viewing now - of watching his feelings being reciprocated not only in words (which, he knows, are true; your body language is as familiar to him as the back of his hand) but also in actions - so pure, so selfless, so utterly... loving-

the boy reckons his six eyes have never landed on a sight so ethereal and just so good, that it makes his heart want to burst right out of his chest.

drinking in the way you're regarding him, fingers fidgeting and teeth gnawing on your lower lip, gojo cracks a smile.

your restlessness abates a little.

"you became the clan leader just to make sure this story remains ours and only ours, didn't you?"

you take a moment before answering with a big nod.

"yeah," you say, "but that doesn't mean you need to be grateful to me or anything of the sort. you can give me any answer you want to give. you can also give me no answer, now or ever, if that's what you really want to do. just know that i love you, and that your answer can never really put a dent in it, no matter what it is."

"no matter what it is?" your senpai echoes your words back to you. a small nod is what you send in reply; yet it seems to be more than the quantity of oil required to set the cogs of gojo's brain whirring to life and mischief. eyes narrowing, he asks, "not even if my response is an 'i love you too, shortie', hm?"

the clock in the room ticks thrice.

two known voices mutter curses behind him.

five maids of yours scurry out the door, whispering excitedly.

you narrow your eyes back at him.

"i asked you to not feel pressured, didn't i? tell me what you want to say, 'toru," you say; his name in your mouth sounds sweeter than the sweetest mochi the boy's ever tasted, "and not those stuff you think i want to hear you say."

your statement draws an amused chortle from gojo. "did you really forget what i told you last that day, shortie? or did you not again not understand what i was telling you then?"

"what's there to not understand in that!?" your indignant reply arrives without missing a beat, "you said you've always seen me as way more than a childhood friend: true 'cause we're best friends. then- oh yeah," with a click of your fingers, you add, face steeped in contemplation, "you also said- oh."

"yep, oh," gojo nods his head in an exaggerated fashion, revelling in the way you're looking at him right now, eyes round as saucers and cheeks ruddy as the expensive wine being served now.

you still seem so beautiful to him.

it takes a pinch more than a while before you breathe out a breathless giggle. straightening in his seat, gojo feels his cheeks hurt a bit from the wide smile digging indents into them.

"you really lo-"

"ma'am, the guests for the evening party will be here very soon. you should get ready now," one of your maids interrupts you. the sorcerer feels his smile shrivel a little. you're barely back with him; yet you'll be stolen away from him-

"aw, is it so?" your entertained query cuts in through his thoughts. the boy looks up from his shoes his gaze had moved to before, to you, an awfully fake apologetic smile lighting up your face.

gods, why do you look so fucking kissable when you're like this?

"you know what, the people invited aren't really the kind i want to talk to and ruin my mood. besides, i've already met 'my' guests, so..." the boy watches you inch closer to him slowly as you trail off; your maid's eyes narrow before widening. you grin. "toodles, mrs. matsui!"

that and the salute you throw at everyone in the room are the last two memories clear in gojo's mind, before everything turns into a mush of everything yet nothing in the end.

well, barring a few exceptions, of course.

your contagious chortles, for instance, while you both dash down the hallways of your mansion; or your delighted gasp when he wraps his arms round you and warps to that patisserie in nikko; or your million-watt-bright beam to him, as you slap the latter's sneaky hands away from stealing a bite from your plate, whilst the latter declares this to be where you two will celebrate the future milestones; or the-

"ieiri senpai was right, y'know?" your tired voice cuts in through your senpai's rather-muddled recollections. the latter tears his gaze away from the inky-black night sky dotted by the twinkling lights of tokyo, to your drowsy form resting her head on his chest, his one arm tight around your shoulders, while the other rests behind his head on the cold hood of the car.

moving to brush the strands of hair away from your forehead, the boy presses a kiss to the tip of your nose, earning a sweet kiss to his chin in return, and hums, "not really the person i wanna chat about right now with my girlfriend..." you suddenly twist your body towards him, throwing an arm over his stomach and nuzzling into his neck; making a mental note to address you as that more often, he sighs. "but carry on, i guess. you won't be you if you can't gush about that damn shoko every third sentence or something."

planting your lips to his jaw for a mere second, gojo watches you pull away an inch from him, grinning. "senpai said you'll be the first one to confess but i'll be the one who makes things official and public and all that shit," you explain, then gasp, grin turning wider.

"oh my god," you mutter, "geto senpai and iori senpai are gonna lose so much money to her. them two never thought you could ever say 'i love you' to me, did you know that? oh my god... i kind of feel bad for those two."

the gleeful expression you're wearing tells your boyfriend otherwise - choosing to ignore it, he throws you a smirk. "well, i don't. those two people shouldn't have doubted me. i'm the one and only gojo satoru," he proclaims, puffing his chest out a bit, "of course, I'll be successful in my mission of getting you to notice my love for you."

"nah, i don't think so," you shake your head the very next instant. lips into the most adoring curve he's ever seen on you - something which steals his retort away from him and makes him want to pinch his arm hard, to see if he's dreaming or not - you hum.

"you could confess your love to me, not 'cause you're gojo satoru. but because you're my 'toru and i'm your shortie... isn't it so?"

gojo thinks back to the time utilised in carefully drafting and finalizing the steps via which he can catch your eye, only to watch them not go the way planned.

gojo looks back to you, only to find your eyes trained on him, glitters of love in them unbelievably similar to those loud crackers bursting in his chest right now.

the young sorcerer runs a reverent finger down the side of your face.

"yeah, it is because you're my shortie and i'm your 'toru, sweetness," he whispers, "and we'll always stay this way, yeah?"

you reply by engraving the shape of your smile into his.

▸ AND MY MAGNUM OPUS IS OVER! 🥳🥳

▸ I GENUINELY HAVE NO IDEA ON WHAT I SHOULD SAY RN BUT I THINK I WANNA SAY ONE HELL OF A BIG THANK YOU TO EACH AND EVERYONE WHO HAS BEEN WITH ME ON THIS JOURNEY SO FAR. 'TORU AND SHORTIE'S STORIES ARE LIKE, WAY FAR FROM BEING OVER, IG. BUT YEAH, THANK YOU SO SO SOO MUCH, PPL. I LOVE Y'ALL SO MUCH! 🥰🥰🥰

▸ series: we're the summer to our winter rain

▸ masterlist

[nomsfaultau]

thank you so much for writing mandatory family reunion. i just reread it for the eighth time. i think im going to dedicate my life to life to reading your other sbi fics until you update again. also; do you have any tips for committing to fics and not leaving them half-finished?

ahhhh that’s so sweet glad you enjoyed! As for writing fics, having it be your special interest really helps. But for more general advice on finishing:

-Don’t stick to just one story. Which seems counter intuitive! But inevitably you’re going to hit a snag in one story. So instead of stopping writing at all, switch projects. Writing involves a whole bunch of thinking, and stuff needs time to percolate in the back of your head. But having a small project to work on in the mean time keeps you engaged in the writing process, gives you practice, makes you feel like you’re making progress, and allows time to work out the other story. I personally have 1-2 main projects, Fault and MFR, and then rotate a couple back burner stories that I work on whenever I get inspiration and fully expect to have very slow progress and possibly never finish. Short stories, one shots, hell even just writing little one off scenes that don’t go anywhere. It’s a way to keep writing fun and thus you’re more likely to continue working on the stuff you’re trying to complete. Don’t feel bad if there’s breaks between working on your main project. Writing involves a lot of thinking and it takes time to do that.

-Devoting time to do that thinking also significantly helps. When you’re falling asleep can be a good time to rotate stories in your head. Could also be if you’re walking from place to place, or brushing your teeth, or other little gaps in the day. Even if you’re not physically writing, it’s still part of the process and can make it easier when you actually sit down to write because you know what scene you’re most excited to work on. Also, talking over your story idea with a friend is a great way to stay motivated if you can get over the mortifying ordeal of being known. You can bounce ideas off them, and other people’s investment in a project can be a great motivator to finish. Like legit a single ao3 comment once stopped me from my plan to abandon a fic. Reminding yourself why you (and other people) like the story makes it easier to want to continue.

-Keeping a rough outline of what you envision for the story can give you a road map to how close to done you are and where to go next. Just like you can hop between projects, I find jumping around the plot time line to write what scene I’m most interested in atm keeps me going instead of writing everything in order. Though, all writers have different degrees of plot planning, so that depends on your style.

-Art! I’m an artist, and while writing definitely fuels what I draw, I find doodling cool scenes I want to write really inspires me to keep going. This sorta falls under the same category of continuing to think about the story and motivating you to finish. -I found keeping a writing journal has improved how I view my writing. Basically, I’ll jot down a bullet point list of scenes worked on that week/month. Writing is a very slow process, so seeing a timeline of actual progression on a story makes it feel like I’m actually getting more out of my head and onto paper. I also jot down what ideas for scenes I came up with since that’s also part of writing, and might include a chill no stakes writing goal for that period, like work on X or Y project, or a particular scene. Sometimes my goal is just ‘write at least one sentence’. I give it lots of leeway, and accept that the muse may just be somewhere else that week. And if the goal isn’t met, no sweat! Life can get busy at times and it’s more important that you aren’t beating yourself up if it’s been awhile since you last touched a project. Forcing yourself to write a scene that isn’t ready won’t result in a good scene or an happy writer. Switch projects, give yourself time to think about it, take care of yourself, etc.

And, legitimately, don’t be afraid to abandon a piece. Maybe you’ll come back to it, maybe you won’t. It can feel disheartening to feel like you can’t seem to finish a project, but unfinished pieces also do a lot for you: they hone your craft, allow you a creative outlet, give you scenes that could potentially be reworked for later pieces, and most importantly were hopefully fun to write! Story crafting is a hobby that should bring you joy, not frustration and shame.

Like, I have stories that will never see the light of day and are just so I can have fun and poke it with a stick occasionally. I’m 100% confident in saying that every author will have tenfold the number of unfinished wips compared to complete works. That’s just part of the creative process: exploring different worlds to find the one you want to write.

Perhaps a fic might never get finished, but in the wise words of Technoblade: “if you enjoy it, it’s not time wasted, no?”

(Now, I think he was talking about murdering people, but the point still stands.)

[ladykailitha]

Oh For a Muse of Fire! Part 4

Trigger Warning for epileptic seizure. As in Steve has one. I’m epileptic though I’ve never convulsed, so if I get anything wrong on that front let me know.

Also Eddie shows he’s not a complete ass.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

*

Steve got to work a few minutes late and immediately went into to apologize to Diamond.

“Sorry,” he began, “my class went past time.”

Diamond sighed. “You’re a good worker, Garnet. I know I take the piss out of you all the time, but you do good work. I don’t mind if you’re a couple minutes late now and then, because I know you’ll be here all the earlier tomorrow.”

Steve nodded.

“What do you think of Opal?” Diamond asked.

Steve tilted his head to the side as he thought about it. “She seems like she’ll fit in just fine. Her work ethic is good. But that can change, especially after a couple of weeks on the job. Topaz and Pearl seem to get along with her as well.”

Diamond rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I guess the real litmus test is whether or not she gets along with Onyx.”

Steve grimaced. No one liked Onyx. Onyx was a tough motherfucker with a nasty streak. But that’s why he was their bouncer. “Heaven help her if he takes a disliking to her.”

Diamond nodded. “Sometimes I think he’s going to tire of the Queen’s Crown and just burn it to the ground out of spite.”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “Nah, he’s more likely to leave in the middle of a Saturday gig night with no replacement and no notice.”

Diamond shook his head. “Get to work, you ingrate!”

Steve got out there to find that most of the setup work had been completed and they were waiting for him.

“Sorry, guys,” he said. “I didn’t mean to make you do all the work.”

Topaz huffed out a laugh. “You’re the one trying to make more out of yourself, man. We can take on some extra load so you can get that pretty degree, yeah?”

Opal and Pearl agreed.

They got to work and Opal was starting to get the hang of where things were.

Until someone ordered a cocktail with vermouth.

“Uh...” Opal said tentatively. “Where’s the vermouth?”

Steve turned around to point at when he realized the problem. He reached up and grabbed it for her. “We might have to a bit of rearranging,” he said sheepishly.

She looked up at the booze that for Steve was within reach, but for her was most decidedly not. “Yeah...”

“In the mean time,” he said, clearing his throat, “Just ask and I’ll grab it.”

She nodded and then turned and look out at the wait staff, weaving in and out of tables with ease.

“I know you called Pearl a gangly giraffe...but...” she waved her hands at the girl who had two trays perfectly balance, one on each hand, whirling and spinning more graceful then a ballerina.

Steve huffed out a laugh. “You should see her outside of work. It’s like an eagle. In the air? Graceful as can be. On the ground? Walks like it wouldn’t know grace if it hit it in the face.”

Just then Pearl appeared in front of them. “Table six, two Manhattans, an old fashioned and two Blue Light Specials.”

Steve nodded, he turned to Opal. “You take the Specials, you’ve got to learn out to make them quick.”

Steve watched her to make sure she didn’t do anything in the wrong order, but most kept to making the old fashioned and the Manhattans.

Pearl was back with her tray and picked up all the drinks and out into the bar proper, moving around people getting out of their chairs, people coming back from the bathroom and just rowdy patrons.

Steve loved watching her. And he was starting to think that maybe Opal did, too.

As they were packing up for the night. “You can’t be late on Saturday. Diamond will dock your tips a dollar for every minute you’re late. It’s that serious.”

Opal frowned. “That’s because it’s open mic night, right?”

Topaz cocked his head to the side. “Well, sorta. Open mic night is on the first Saturday of every month. The other Saturdays are for local bands. People that Diamond specifically picks out. And he makes sure his record label friends are there, too.”

Opal’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit, really?”

Steve nodded. “Are you familiar with the band The Kestrels?”

Opal rolled her eyes. “Am I familiar with the most famous punk rock band that has come out of Indiana in the last decade? No, of course not,” she said sarcastically.

Pearl pushed her shoulder a little. “Not everybody likes the same kind of music.”

“Anyway,” Steve muttered. “Got their start right here at the Queen’s Crown. Same with a bunch of other big bands. So it’s pretty important that you show up on time.”

Opal just nodded.

*

Eddie watched Steve in the class. Eyeing him up. It was three weeks into the semester and Steve had just kept to himself. It was weird. There was no flirting with the girls in the class. There was no buttering up to Joyce. Steve didn’t even try to make friends with anyone in the class.

Just did the work and kept his mouth shut. So to say Eddie was eaten up with curiosity would be an understatement. He continued to watch as they moved from chest and arms to legs. Eddie knew he had good looking legs and he caught more then a couple girls licking their lips and maybe one or two boys too.

Steve? He would purse his lips and only glance at Eddie to draw. One, two, three. Back to drawing. It was driving Eddie nuts.

And then he saw it. Steve’s back went ramrod straight. Eddie looked around the classroom to see if anyone else noticed. But everyone seemed engrossed in their work.

Steve’s head went back and Eddie looked over at Joyce but she hadn’t seen either.

When asked by Joyce later all he could say that he had been acting on pure instinct. That he knew from one second to the next that Steve was going to fall.

Suddenly Eddie was on his feet, letting the sheet drop to his feet as he lunged forward. He wrapped his arms around Steve just as his eyes closed and slumped off his stool.

And then he began to convulse.

“Shit!” Eddie cried.

One girl was on her feet in an instant. “Everybody move back!”

Everyone did as they were told and Eddie moved to let Steve go, when she yelled. “Not you! Just let him down softly. Roll him on his side.”

Eddie did as he instructed. Steve continued to convulse.

“What’s happening?” Joyce asked rushing to Steve’s side.

“It looks like he’s seizing!” the girl said. “My brother gets like this sometimes. Just let it ride out. Keep track of how long.”

Eddie went looking for Steve’s phone and found it in his bag. He pulled up the lock screen and there was a message that said “In case of emergency call Robin” and then a number.

He pulled out his phone and dialed the number praying she wasn’t one of those that didn’t answer unknown numbers.

“Hello?” came the soft female voice.

“Thank fuck!” Eddie cursed.

“Who is this?” she snapped.

“Steve’s convulsing!” Eddie shouted at her.

“Shit!” Robin cursed. “How long?”

Eddie looked up at the clock. “Three minutes.”

“I’m on my way, I should be there in five.”

He stared at his phone when she hung up wondering what the hell to do now.

The other girl had corralled everyone outside and then came back in to stick her jacket under his head.

“Doesn’t he need something in his mouth to prevent him from swallowing his tongue or whatever?” Eddie asked.

She shook her head. “It’s a myth. A drunk never swallows theirs and epileptics don’t either.”

Eddie made sure she had him before he went and pulled on his jeans.

Then there was a commotion at the door.

“Let me through you dumbasses!”

Eddie is on his feet in an instant going for the door. “Buckley?”

Robin stopped trying to push through, she looked at him darkly. “If you caused this, no one will find your body.”

All the other students started backing up slowly, allowing her to enter the classroom.

She was at Steve’s side as he started to come through. “Hey, Dingus.”

It was fucking spooky. And not in a good horror movie slaughterhouse vibe either. One moment Steve’s eyes were open but the lights were definitely off. And then they slowly came back on. He looked back and forth between the girl and Robin, before he realized what happened.

“Shit,” he slurred.

“Hey, hey,” the girl murmured. “Don’t try talking yet. I’m Alice. You’ve had seizure. Have you had them before?”

“Yeah,” Robin answered for him. “He takes medication for it. Which I’m guessing he forgot today.”

Steve looked away ashamed.

“At least tell me you brought it with you?” Robin asked.

He opened his mouth but Alice gave him the stink eye so he closed it again. And shook his head.

“You are in so much trouble, mister,” Robin hissed. She looked up at Alice. “Thanks. I’m assuming you’re the reason he’s safely on his side without something rammed in his mouth like some kinked up sex toy.”

Alice blushed. “I’m studying to be a nurse and my brother gets grand mals like this sometimes too.

Robin nodded and then turned to Steve. “You okay now or do you want to go the hospital?”

Steve slowly sat up and let his body get use to the feeling. “I’m okay. I shouldn’t go into work though. Can you make sure the boss knows?”

Robin nodded. She looked up at the clock. “I’ve got to go. Do you think you can make it home okay?”

Alice frowned at that. “I can walk him home, I would really prefer that he didn’t go home alone.”

Robin nodded. “All right, let’s get you up off this floor.” She and Alice each grabbed a hand and helped him to his feet.

Joyce who had been watching the whole thing chewed nervously on her thumb.

“Steve would you see me before the next class?” she asked as he walked past. Alice carrying both hers and his stuff.

Steve nodded and then let the girls lead him away.

Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8 Part 9 Part 10  Part 11  Part 12 Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17 Epilogue

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[polizwrites]

PoliZ's WIP Update - 21 Sep 2023 [belated post]

On vacation (kinda-sorta) so a low word count for the week - I touched 3 fics (2 WIPs & 1 new work)  for a total of  1347 words, most of which were on a single fic.

On Ao3, I posted:

A Forest's Worth of Pining - No Powers AU WI fic with Sam and Rhodey trying to convince their besties to ask their respective crushes out.

The Family You Find - Bucky starts a new chapter of his life in Wakanda, with Ayo's help.

On Tumblr I posted:

Ringing in the New - Established Stony where Tony suggests adding a bit of an assistant to their love life.

I have  20 semi-active WIPs  😬 with my  current  deadline being the All Caps Bingo that wraps at the end of September.

See  below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc.  As always, feel free to send me   prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding  any of these projects  or any other WIPs I’ve got out there.   Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Seek & Destroy Collab

After reading @psychiccatpanda‘s amazing   Morguna and the Green Queen, I  got the itch to explore the Soldier’s POV and talked  Faustie into   collab’ing with me!  We’re working on a new part of the series, and I’ve  contributed about 900 words towards the  2500-ish we have so far.   Going to see if I can squeeze any of my BBB squares into this fic.  

All Caps Bingo [ACB_R1]  (Ends 30 Sep)

I’ve got 26 completed squares (counting unclaimed adoptables), and three WIPs - hoping to get close to a 'natural ' blackout before the event ends!

* Row 5 (One Fill, One Bingo).   “Man, shut the hell up!”, Alpha Bucky Barnes, James Rhodes, Humping, Competitive Idiocy. Posted A Forest's Worth of Pining on Friday - a No Powers WI fic where Sam and Rhodey (and Natasha) are working to get their alpha pals Bucky and Tony together. It came in at 1050 words.

* N3 - FREE – Using this for the next chapter of Technicalities - which is currently sitting at 1175 words -hoping to finish off the smut (and the fic) with another 500-ish words so I can post it by the end of the month.

* G1 - Swapped in my July Adoptable: Mate-induced Heat for this square - which was chapter 4 of A Sugar-Coated Pill

* G3 - Established Relationship - planning to fill this with Chapter 2 of   Half of the Flesh and Blood That Makes Me Whole   - a Bucky POV remix of at least the first part of Take What Was Wrong (And Make it Right), which is current sitting at  52 words.  I’m expecting at least one more chapter, possibly two, depending on how far I want to take the remix.   If I can’t pull this off - a quickie Stucky or SamBucky drabble may have to do. 

* O2 - Canon-adjacent  - Posted The Family You Find   to Ao3 this morning. Ayo takes Bucky to his new Wakandan refuge; it came in at 489 words.

* Sept Adoptable: Dominant Omega - this is of course a perfect match for the next chapter of  Finding Something Fresh (currently sitting at 406 words) - where omega!Dom!Steve and beta!sub!Bucky continue their scene. 

Sam Wilson Bingo [SWB_R3]  (Ends 15 Oct 2023)

I have five fills and one WIP -  I need to work on cross fills between this and the All Caps, Bucky Barnes and Captain Bottom bingo!

* B4 - Natasha Romanoff -  Maybe add on to my Card Sharks drabble, where  SamNat & Steve conspire to create a polycule with Bucky?  this idea crosses over nicely with my BBB KINK: Seduction mission square

* N5 - James Rhodes - filled with Braking Their Fall - see ACB Pararescue Sam Wilson above.

* G3 - Joaquin Torres - possible expansion of A Rising Star

WinterIron Bingo  - [WIB_R1]   (Ends 16 Dec 2023)

I have fifteen fills completed and two WIPs for this brand-new bingo event that I’m helping mod!  Along with crossfilling against my other bingos,  I’m going to try to combine my B column squares for the Iron Soldier badge (complete a bingo with a single work). – Alpha Tony Stark, “That was not my intention.”, James Rhodes, Alpine loves Tony and Blind date.   (Tony POV remix of A Sugar Coated Pill?)

* N1 - Bucharest –  I think I can fold this into a future chapter of My Love is Vengeance -  where a young!Tony and a recovering!Bucky have been kidnapped by Hydra, who still thinks Bucky is the Soldier.  

* G2 - Eye contact during sex - This will come into play in Chapter 6 of A Sugar-Coated Pill, where Bucky figures out what making love really means, with Tony’s help. It’s crossing over with BBB KINK: Gentle Sex and is up to 503 words.

* G4 - AU: College Students – looking to expand Beaten to the Punch with some backstory on Bucky and Tony as science camp counselors to fit with this square - will also cross over with my WFB  Volunteering Together square.  

* O5 - Gentle – use this poem  as inspiration?

Stucky’Verse Bingo Round 1 - [SVB_R1]   (Ends 22 Dec)

Eleven fills, two WIPs and a couple of ideas.

* A1 - Harem - crossover with CABB Secret/Forbidden Relationship - Bucky and shrimpy!Steve are both concubines - they love each other more than their lord. I poked at this a little last week and have 71 words.

* A4 - Fairy Tale Curse  - this seems custom-made for a continuation of Beyond the Beast😁  Nothing written yet, other than some Vague Ideas.  

Bucky Barnes Bingo  - [BBB_R5]   (Ends 10 Jan 2024)

I’ve got  eleven fills,  four WIPs,   and a couple more Vague ideas.

B2 - KINK: Seduction Mission - might add a new chapter to Card Sharks - where Sam/Natasha and Steve finish what they started to get Bucky onboard for a poly partnership.

U1 - Never the fall that kills you -  I’ve got a WinterIron hanahaki fic idea for this that I might play with.

U3 - Fireplace -  Working on a 1980′s No Powers WinterIron fic set at a ski lodge where Tony’s being wooed by poetry and love letters that Bucky wrote to someone else.   Started poking at this as a crossover with a Love Letters prompt and it’s sitting at 129 words.

C2 - Yelena Belova–   The plan is to use this prompt in the next chapter of Peresmešnik,  (aka Three Avengers and a Baby), which is currently sitting at 1303 words (600-ish of which are mine).

C5 - Marriage of Convenience/Pretend Couple -  next chapter of   Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion.    Got a spark of an idea the other day that might get me a bit further on this fic.  

K3 - Magic -  Aro!Bucky healing with a kiss idea?

Y1 - Gentle Sex – In-progress Chapter 6 of Sugar-Coated Pill- see WIB Eye Contact During Sex.

Y3 - Alpine  - see WIB Iron Soldier combo.

Y4 - Forgotten Things -   using this for Chapter 4 of   You Can’t Stop It With a Gun  - it’s sitting at  116 words at the moment.

May Adopted - Insomnia - finally got this filled with The Dead of Night, which also filled a Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF211 An Old Friend] along with my JBB FREE square. It came in at 317 words and will post to Ao3 before this event ends.

August Adoptable: Take the Shot - sounds like a WinterHawk fic to me… maybe cross over with JBB Touch-starved?

Tony Stark Bingo Round 7  - [TSB_R7]   (ends 15 Feb)

Ten fills and zero WIPs, with a couple of ideas in play.  

* S1 - Galaxy - possibly use in final chapter of   Never More to Go Astray ?  

* T5 - Shawarma - possible crossover with SAUB Canon Divergence – Battle of New York-related?

* A2 - KINK: Concubine - possible crossover with SAUB Gentle Dom

* R1 - Animal Transformation - DemonPanda shared a fun prompt on the WIB server - Tony as a short-haired werewolf who needs to cuddle his pack members for warmth.

* R5 - Doppelganger/Evil Twins -   The Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF214 Broken Mirror] got me at least a good start on the idea I’ve been playing with for this square. I posted NamNori on Tumblr and have a general idea of how I want to build on it to also fill my SAUB AU: Crack square. It’s currently sitting at 360 words.

Stony AUniverse Bingo  [SAUB_R1] (ends 15 Feb)

Another brand-new bingo I’m helping co-mod!   Five fills, three WIPs and several  crossover ideas already!

* S2 - AU: Crack - see TSB   Doppelganger/Evil Twins

* S3 - AU: Wings - see ACB Established Relationship

* S5 - Accidental Baby Acquisition - see BBB Yelena Belova

* T1 - AU: Fantasy -  CoffeeOwl shared a really cool dragon!Steve/indebted!Tony prompt in the ACB Discord server that I may be playing with for this.

* T4 - AU: Canon Divergence - see TSB Shawarma above.

* N2 - Mutual Pining - crossover with CABB Royal Knight?

* N3 - Gentle Dom - see TSB KINK: Concubine above

Captain (America) Bottom Bingo - Round 2 [CABB] (ends 28 Feb 2024)

I signed up for a 3x3 card for this bingo and have four fills, one WIPs and a couple of crossover ideas.

* A2 - Secret/Forbidden Relationship - see SVB Harem

* B3 - Royal Knight - see SAUB Mutual Pining.

Post July Break Bingo  [JBB_23p] (Ends Apr? 2024)

@julybreakbingo is running another event to tide participants over with a 2x3 non-fandom-specific card - I got mine earlier this week and am checking it over for potential crossovers.

A1 - “It’s you. It’s always been you.” - This might fit in with my TSB Doppelgangers/Evil Twins fill NamNori above :: ponders::

B2 - Character’s personality is split into two different beings – I’ve never played with Bucky & the Soldier being two different people, but this seems like the perfect opportunity! Will see what might be a good crossover on BBB or WIB (or even SVB)

C1 - Touch Starved – another good fit for a Bucky-centric fic. (Steve or Tony or Clint) possibly crossover with BBB “Take the shot”?

Warm and Fluffy   Bingo  - [WFB]   (no end date)

I got my card from  @warmandfluffybingocards back in February but really hadn’t done much with it  - however, I’m picking it back up for some crossover possibilities!

 * O5 - Volunteering Together – see WIB AU: College Students

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On  other creative fronts:  I am working on a Godzilla Stuffed With Character figure in progress for a commission and have signed up for Marvel Trumps Hate - so keep an eye out for my auctions!

If  you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations, check  out Stuffed With Character    over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 150!).   These soft stuffed figures are  mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC   and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design   requests  for any fandom!

[dragonsinkwell]

Hihi, Rae! I'm here to ask you the following: #1, #4, #8, #11, #12, #14, #20, #21, and #23, please and thank you! Cheers, hon! ☕

Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

I can't say I prefer one or the other, I just rarely have the drive these days to consider a multi-chapter. My heart's a little dim because the audience is so quiet that I don't even know who I'm writing for, and why bake a cake when there's no one to eat it? But I wish I could and had written more chaptered pieces over all my little one-shots.

Link your three favorite fics right now

Control - by you, b/c it slaps and it's never leaving my top 3

A Warlock's Magic by @aunclassynerd b/c it also slaps and has sat in my head recently

distraction - by one flintstrike on Ao3 (@suguwu) and damn, got me thinking Things for the first character in a while to have me thinking

How does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

Honestly??? It's not like no feedback sends me into some spiral but like, go out and make things you think are nice and take some considerable work and have no one bat an eye at any of them. Do it for days, weeks, months. It's hard and it's not very fun any more. I can just daydream my ideas to myself with no effort at all, it's not as much but why bust ass for something that honestly feels unwanted?

Everyone talks about that 'two cakes' comic but like, what good is a cake when no one wants it? I can go buy a cupcake at the store instead and not have to clean up a whole bunch of dishes if it's just myself. No one ever giving back feedback just sounds like the work's not worth it and I'm best just daydreaming and giggling on Discord with the two people tops who have any interest in it.

If you want cakes, then you have to buy them and convince the baker that the work is worth it for them, and all it costs is a little feedback from enough people, aka entirely free.

How do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from personal experiences?

It's hard to explain, I feel. In the age old 'Architect/Gardener' split I'm at least 90% gardener and just sorta... let things happen. I let the story speak to me, let the characters act as they would and I simply polish up what is given to me by the muse.

I can't say I directly feel what the characters do, but I know the feelings are there in most every case in one way or another, and I try to draw on those to help ensure some level of empathetic accuracy, so that the readers can feel at least some of what I hope to convey.

Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

I can't say that I have? But then I also don't super re-read a ton of my own pieces, either, so perhaps therein lies the issue.

Would you ever collaborate with another writer for a story?

Oh my gosh yes. I know I tried here once, many moons ago for a Spooktober collab, and I'd so gladly try again. I'm one to really love working with people, even just as someone to bounce ideas around with.

Best writing advice for other writers?

Find yourself an honest audience. Obviously, you ought to be in it as Numero Uno, but the outside voices help more than you know, especially if you want to improve. Find yourself co-conspirators who can give honest critique in the voice that helps you the most, people who can point out what your style is lacking and needs, where its slips are, but also what it has to its benefits, what your strengths are and where you're hitting all your home runs.

Critique isn't always this list of failures, it ought to also be laced with its praises too, so you can compare the two and see, yes, what you need to improve upon, but also where you're ahead of the game. It's good company for that, people who can give you both while enjoying your work that are worth more than their weight in gold.

[placesyoucallhome]

😘 Would my muse have sex on the first date?

Canum is a full no, however Yvet is a fair 'sure why not?', but the rest have a little nuance.

Tristan survives on one-night-stands, I suppose calling any of them 'dates' is a stretch though, and really only when he's between jobs which often take him weeks to months of travel. And frankly, he isn't targeting men that would be looking for a date either, crass professional drunks usually, because they aren't his type at all, there's little chance of him ever catching feelings. And a kind, upstanding, heroic sorta guy would be likely be turned off by someone like Tristan who would go that far on a first date, so he's sure anyways.

Ruhka and Nemo would be similar, they wouldn't fathom of sleeping with someone on first meeting, but first meeting probably far precedes them ever agreeing to a date, just for different reasons.

The will might actually be there for Nemo, he would, however that tends to involve quite a lot of touch, obviously, and that's something he can't risk. He doesn't really visually care one way or the other about his scars, but after fifteen years of degrading pity, overwrote disgust, or horrified exclamations, he's just, SO fucking tired of it, he won't allow anyone else to see or feel them unless he's damn sure they aren't going to react poorly.

Ruhka knows sex equals attachment for him, and he doesn't want to put himself in that situation. It doesn't help that he really doesn't have much of a sex drive unless he is already romantically attached to someone anyways. Little bit of a catch-22. There's very specific circumstances where someone can charm their way into his head quicker however, a certain blend of flirty, handsy, charming, and clever. Alcohol can help, but it's very difficult (and expensive) to get him drunk. He's going to be very confused and dramatic about it all after though.

[jacqui-velazquez]

IC TASK 003 : TIME CAPSULE

when: early november where: jacqui’s dorm room

Jacqui sat down, light washing over them as they adjusted the lamp and their phone, trying to get an ideal set up to record this video. They were feeling contemplative - had been in a weird mood for the past few days, if they were being honest, and finally decided to record a submission for the time capsule. Perhaps getting some thoughts of their chest would help. Sure - they were a little high. But it’s not like anyone would be able to tell on the video. And even if they could - no one was watching it for fifty years. What were they going to do about it?

On a side bar - if getting stoned wasn’t legal in 2072, Jacqui seriously hoped Earth went the way of self destruction.

Their head angled to one side as they considered the lighting, finally happy with it before moving to sit back on the floor pillow they had set up, starting to record. “Okay,” they murmured, giving themselves a little shake, as if to reset their thoughts. “Where to start....I wasn’t going to do this, originally. I’m not sure I agree with time capsules, as like….a concept,” they said, wrinkling up their nose. “Besides, I’m a freshman. I’ve only been here for a few months. And it’s not like they’ve been….normal. So I’m not sure if I’m the best person to speak to what Ogden was like fifty years ago. For you. Fifty years ago for you guys. Not to mention, I kinda….doubt any of it mattering that much. No matter who is speaking about it,” they added, shrugging up their shoulders, an exhale accompanying their slump to their original position.

“But I also feel like everyone is going to give the same sorta refrain - somewhere between college is the best four years of your life and fuck this place. And I don’t agree with either of those,” Jacqui mused, eyes losing their focus, looking off into the distances as they rambled. “Maybe I just feel like playing the contrarian,” they quipped, a grin lifting one side of their lips.

“But, you know...when I was touring colleges last year, and came to see Ogden…the campus made me feel like I had found something special. Something to treasure. And that’s pretty fucking cool, with how fucked up everything in the world is. Honestly...I had been looking for that ever since…well, ever since I met this guy a couple years ago.” 

As soon as Jacqui said it, they scrunched up their nose, curling their lip up in a hint of disgust - damn, couldn’t even pass the Bechdel test when talking to themselves. But...it was honest. 

“He made me think he cared about me,” they continued, the words coming out slowly as she began to speak again. “Made me feel like….I don’t know. Life is so fucked up, you know. Nothing matters. We’re all just trying to get from point a to point b, but…Jesse made me feel like I mattered,” she said, refocusing into the camera lens as their expression turned contemplative, a small crease appearing on their forehead.

“And then it turned out it was all just…fake. A game for him. A literal bet. And once he won, he just ghosted. Even though I was…”

With that, Jacqui shook their head, cutting themselves off. No, somethings were better left unsaid. Even if no one would know about it for decades.

“Anyways. I don’t hold it against him,” they said, pressing their lips together. “Maybe I should, but I don’t. Because I think that while he was pretending to be whoever he needed to fool me…he was actually more himself than he normally is. And damn, if I can’t relate to that. Think we all can, in a way.” Jacqui shrugged again, a quiet sniff following the words.

“All that to say that I guess my advice or whatever…life is too short. Do what you want to do. Even if you’re scared how it’s going to look to other people. Just be yourself. God, we’re all just floating in space on a fucking rock. Who cares what other people think?”

Jacqui leaned forward to stop the recording, pausing with their hand just above the screen, a smile quirking their lips upwards as they let out a small laugh. “Guess that’s assuming that in fifty years Earth is still livable and humankind hasn’t fled to a spaceship or some shit.” 

[astrclreflection-a]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. ( REPOST DO NOT REBLOG ! )

NAME: Kat

PRONOUNS: She/Her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: IMs work just fine! The more interactions (both ooc and ic) that we have then Discord is an option & easier!

NAME OF MUSE(S): One (1) Mona Megistus <3

EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): A little over a decade... let's not talk about it

PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: Tumble is my main platform, however, I have used Discord, Skype, Messenger, and texts lmao.

BEST EXPERIENCE: Honestly? Nothing beats the feeling of meeting someone who gives the same energy as you and just the constant character brainrot and endless ideas and headcanons.

RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS: The biggest issue I've had (mostly as of late) is trying to tell me how to portray my muse to fit their idea of how she should be, respond, or act. It's just a no go for me. If she's not your cup of tea then gladly move on to the next.

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: I personally go for Angst the most because of my hc take on Mona, but overall I adore Fluff. Smut is my weakness, not that great at it. I only ever write it with close friends if that. Everything up to Smut is fine with me though, but I lean toward the other categories.

PLOTS OR MEMES: Both are welcome! Plots can be hard to come up with, so I do like memes better to get things started. I do tend to confirm with the mun first if they prefer memes to be a first meeting or just casual, but as of late, I just go as if they've met once before. anyway, I love memes bc the endless crazy opportunities.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: I prefer short for the most part, but I most definitely do love to write long replies. Although, I tend to keep those reserved for the muses with the most chemistry or the muns that I get along with better (due to anxiety reasons. also, I just really love writing w friends. so let's be friends ok). Either way, both are loved and welcomed!

BEST TIME TO WRITE: I have more time alone during the day, to late evening so lately, that's when creativity hits.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): We're similar in a lot of ways, tbh. Kinda, sorta why I chose her to be the muse I came back as! stolen from dash! specifically xue & jace but shh tagging: all who see this !

[the-horsemen-ride]

9/24/24 - State of the Horsem Address

Hello! I hope you're all well. I figure it's best to say something about the radio silence.

I won't be shutting down THR for good any time soon. Things will certainly change, though. I'm considering (really, more like 95% sure of) making this a more general "daily" blog of sketches and musings. Fully-fledged artworks, comics and some small animations too. Asks will still be open ofc and I'll follow up with interaction n whatnot but for now any story is being put on the back burner as I redistribute that energy to other projects, both fandom related and personal. I'll try to keep a more stable presence rather than bursts of activity, though I can't promise this blog will be without some lulls either. I may just make a post spoiling / explaining all that was planned story wise but my lil prequel to this blog is still something I'd like to make - maybe a pic maybe an animation or comic. So that's up to whether I can keep being patient or not.

My general plan is to refurbish the blog (maybe a new theme but otherwise just editing + adding pages and changing up the background and icons) and then queue up some art and other little posts with a more official "welcome back". That and new refs for Pest, Death and Connie as well as some lil concept sheets for HH and other honorary/extracanon/mod horsems as they all kinda-sorta exist in this universe. Well, Pollution and Meltdown probably do! But I want to see Deluge and Propaganda if/when we get em to feel out the group dynamic. But ig i've retconned shit before, not too much harm in doing it again.

This is my little pet project on-and-off for uh, the next few ish months? Routine posting shall resume in October, ideally.

I'd also like to introduce the "horsem archives" tag - from here on out I'll be using this to archive some of my oldest horseman art pieces, many from when I was a bit too young to even know about this game. Anything pre-blog will go here.

Thank you all for sticking around, it really does mean a lot. This has honestly been my first big venture into a long-ish term story and project. Now it's more of a playground/training room for my current passion projects but this has really helped me think about a lot of narrative aspects, not to mention everyone I've met through this, even though I don't talk much I really appreciate y'all. I want to see THR through to its full potential, and - though i hope this will be like, way down the line - its conclusion.

Thank you again, have a great day !!

[grimulf-of-the-wilderness]

—(••÷ ℝ 𝕌 𝕃 𝔼 𝕊 ÷••)—

Hello, my name is Cryptex and this is an independent blog for the original character

𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚏

A Hilichurl Rogue from the series Genshin Impact.

We Are Down To Role Play & Write With

Canon and or Original Characters

Crossovers, Verses, Alternative Universes, Different Timescapes

Everyone -but being mutually following each other helps tracking.

We Adore

Literate paras, with long winded replies!

One liners, or casual chats between muses {We tend to mirror what we get}

Asks, prompts, inquiries

Secret admirers, gifts, submissions.

A mix of shenanigan’s and Koala-T

DM’s if you jus’ wanna geek out over the fandom or have a plot storm.

➽ ＲＯＬＥ ＰＬＡＹ

Mun | Writer: Is over the age of 25 and I do not want to interact with minors.

Canon | Divergent I’d say I am Divergent A.F.  and sorta canon {CanonBending-Evolving} I adore Genshin Impact lore and there are many details to this original character that reference it.

Standard Role Play Rules: No God-modding, forcing a ship or killing the muse w/o discussion.

TheTrim: I appreciate a trimmed post but if you cannot, I got you covered.

Plotting, Planning & Brainstorming: I’d prefer to have you feel comfortable enough to reach out and say hello, lets write! But you don't have to, it can be a totally spontaneous reaction between our muses upon the dash. Please keep in mind, if you tag me or merely mention me I may miss it, in that case throw something at Grim.

Stand Alone Projects: I tend to view paras | chats | stories as stand alone. All separate from one another. I compartmentalize it in order to have creative freedom, to write whatever I  like with whomever, even duplicate muses. However, three-way plots or storylines are fun IF they are plotted out and discussed between all parties.

Thread Dropping: I tend to give fellow partners Two Months and IF there's been no reply, no PSA posted, blog went inactive I will archive the thread and move on. If you make a come a come back and want to start something new or pick up where we left off, just DM me.

Muse Insertion: Please do not insert your muse into my storyline that I have worked on with another writer without OUR permission, especially if you are coming after my muse. Going full on ‘Ima kill him’ and then tagging me w/o plotting before hand is just rude and poor RP etiquette.  

Discord: I do have it but I am not passing it out like tic-tacks. If we are working together already and you want to move something off the dash, into a private RP or simply to keep in contact, DM me.

➽  RELASHIONSHIPS

I adore them. All kinds. Friends, rivals, acquaintances, lovers can all come at me.

Romantic Shipping: Is chemistry based. Let me say it again =  100% chemistry based. I must admit, having a banter between muns is nice but not a necessity. Please be respectful of other ships, I do not write for exclusive muses. This is NOT a 1x1 blog. 

I will not write romantic ships or smut with minors, 21+ Adults Only.

Canon | Non-Canon Characters Shipping: I will ship with both. I am not a snob. I prefer creative freedom.

The Smut: There is a chance it can happen. A plot or ship is involved before it evolves to the intimate point. It will be tagged as NSFW for those who would rather not see it. If a thread evolves to something of an intimate nature and you’d rather not write such items, I am happy to use fade to black. Or if you’d rather not have it public on your tumblr dash it can be moved to private RP in discord.

21+ please, no minors, do NOT interact. Adults Only.

➽ EXTRAS

Following: Chances are IF I followed you, I lurked and would like to work with you. Take a follow as an open invitation to jump into my DMS to plot.

Triggers: This blog can harbor mature topics. I will do my best to tag accordingly. 

tw: knives    tw: nsfw   tw: death    tw: suicide    tw: gore   

GIFS | Icons: Are not necessary if you do not have them, its ok. I will work with you.

I like to create, I do make my icons, gifs and some art pieces for my muse. Please DO NOT steal EVERYTHING from this blog, or I will HEX you and Grim will EAT you. 

—(••÷ 𝔻 𝕀 𝕊 ℂ 𝕃 𝔸 𝕀 𝕄 𝔼 ℝ 𝕊 ÷••)—

➽ This is me reiterating some things… 

This can be a dark role play blog with subject matter that may be objectionable | problematic for some people. Please understand that there could be mentions of death, spirituality, gore, paganism, horror, magick, violence, suicide, drug use, alcohol, mental disorders,  torture, NSFW and other potentially triggering subjects that could be a routine part of this role play blog from time to time. Viewer Discretion Is Advised.  If I am writing about something rest assured I have either researched it to a degree and or its personal experience.  To make others comfortable I do tag things. I can only do so much, remember you can unfollow, block, hard- block and or YEET me right off your dash at anytime and that’s OK, you do you. 

➽ I  Do Not  Write

NSFW-SMUT OR ROMANTIC SHIPS With Minors

->this includes excessive gore, abuse, drug use, alcohol use, mental disorders etc. 21+ Please. I will come to you with inquiries, while plots are being discussed and or played out should stories veer in a direction that heeds caution.

➽ Communication Is Key

Should I write, post or do something that has offended you, please let me know and I will do my best to make amends. I’d rather have a writing partner of mine, come to me and address it directly if something is amiss. It is easy to alter a reply, remove or add something in. My writing partners comfort and level of contentment is of value to me.

➽ I loathe drama,

hate and shit-shaming other writers over personal disagreements. Everyone has the right to be here and to enjoy. I have watched tumblr dashes explode with direct callouts or vague, toxic shaming. Even lynch mobs rallying in discord to wreak havoc upon fellow creators blog or platform. Its BS.

   —= If that’s your thing, be gone. =—

➽ Cliques: I prefer to include verses exclude. 

➽ No hate will be tolerated here. PERIOD.

-On the topic of 'Ask's" being open, if its abused they will be turned off for a period of time.

➽ A friendly reminder: this is a hobby and I write for FUN. 

➽ I am a firm believer that no one loves a muse  MORE  than the writer.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Okay I have to ask, what about the other kids? Their has to be more of them right?

((Hello there and good morning, hope your well. As to the question....well, I had a guess you would figure it out. But yes, their are more kids but I have a list..so here ya go. Second, more might be in the future depending if the couples admit their feelings later down the road. lol Oh and some of the muses spoken of belongs to my amazing friend @demon-blood-youths ))

Ellie: Fin/Winter

Eric: Ahmed/Summer

Henry: Bernard/Fall

Peter: Angel/Spring

Cassie: Hiroshi/Hellmare (Still in Hellmare's tummy/not born yet)

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

"Okay so explain again what is going on, Brandon?" A boy named Eric asked seeing their leader Brandon sitting down while the other kids were just sitting around him.

"I'm telling you their this creep going around in NYC hitting on girls! Heck, he did the same to my mom! But I was able to keep that creep away from her!" he said proud but Eric, Henry, and Peter blinks at this even Ellie too who was confused.

"H..Hold on, a creep? Like you see on Tv?" Henry asked. "My dad says those type of people are really creepy. Even my mom says the same." He grumbled.

"See?! We have to do our best to protect our moms! I mean..our dads can do the same too but still..." He looks over seeing his mom Kali with the fallen maidens who was speaking with her since she had no idea they had kids!

"B..but...won't that mean he might do the same w..with our mommy's too?" Ellie asked.

"Which is why we have to protect them! But we'll protect you too Ellie!" Peter said even if she blinks.

"You know I can protect myself Peter. I'm not that weak you know.." she said hugging a wolf plush she got from her dad and mom.

"Sorry, I mean. We just wanna be sure your okay. You are the only girl in our group so..." Eric tried to explain but the other boys sighed with Ellie sweatdropping.

"Again, I'm fine..." she mutters.

Meanwhile, Kali was still talking with them since their husbands were doing something really quick.

"I can't believe you guys had kids with some of the others! You never told me!" she said but Winter, Summer, Spring, and Fall blinks to look at her.

"We did tell you Kali remember?" Winter said.

"Yeah, a lot of times.." Summer said.

"True..." Fall adds in.

"Yep!" Spring said smiling.

"Uh huh...even so.." Kali said but she couldn't believe they had kids too! She even got word Hellmare and Hiroshi were having a girl but they would be happy to meet her in a few more months. "Anyway, I also came to warn you. Bradley is at it again..that idiot is trying to hit on girls again."

"Seriously? Goodness, it's like he's becoming a stalker now but we will keep a eye out when needed." Winter said seeing her teammates nod.

"Good. Because I don't need that creep bugging me around-"

"Hi ladies! Fancy meeting you here!"

Kali with the fallen madiens blink to look seeing a male there. He grins with a smirk to see but the others looked silent.

"Uhhh who are-"

"Oh you know me cutie. It's me-"

"You again!" Kali said but the fallen madiens look seeing it was Bradley again.

"Hi to you too sweetheart." he said to Kali. "Soooo...I was just passing by and seen you ladies are alone here. So..how about we-"

"Ohhhh no! They are already taken and married you idiot! So don't try it!"

"Huh?!? You too!" he said seeing the maidens showing rings. "Damn it! Well, can we at least go on some dates? I'm sorta desperate here." he said smiling.

"And you girls really grew nicely too...so how about-"

That's when something shows to freeze Bradley's feet. He blinks to look seeing his shoes encased in ice. His arms were wrapped up tight with undead hands that shows from black portals around Bradley. "Huh?!?"

"That's the creep! Nice work Ellie and Henry!" Brandon said seeing the kids rush wanting to protect their moms. Ellie who's hand was showing some cold ice partials lowers it. Even Henry was doing the same since he did the undead hands. Winter and Summer blinks but they knew her gift was growing strong.

"You leave our moms alone you jerk!" Eric said with Peter and Henry beside him.

"Oh come on! You brats!" he said about to break the ice but stops seeing some floating black angel feathers pointed at him. Peter held his hand up but he made sure the creep couldn't move.

"......."

"You okay mom?" Brandon said but Kali smiled to pet his head.

"I'm alright, Brandon. Were all alright. Though, you four never said their powers were already showing." she said.

"They were but it's a good thing. That means they are just like their fathers...." Summer said happy.

"Ummm we can talk about this can't we?" Bradley said but saw the moms cracking their knuckles as he shook. Guess not. Now it results in the kids backing up seeing their moms beating up the creep.

~~~~~~~

"Wait, what happened again?!" Fin asked while holding Ellie in his arms after Kali explains along with the other girls.

"It's true. He still doing it but....we are fine even so." Kali said with Winter, Summer, Fall, and Spring agreeing.

"Yeah but even so..he's getting more creepy asking married ladies to go on a date him with. Or I don't know if he knew we were.." Spring said.

"Uh huh......" Angel said but he didn't like that idea of him being around his wife. The same for Ahmed and Bernard too. Even Fin didn't like it.

"Well, at least you ladies are safe so that's good to know. And good job kids for watching your moms." Fin said even seeing Ellie nod hugging her dad.

"T..thanks daddy-"

"Yeah, we are good at being there for mom just like you dad!" Eric, Henry, and Peter said seeing Ahmed, Bernard, and Angel sigh but smiled. Even Rex was happy. Their sons really are something else. Which explains them being a small team since their also all best friends.

[deliveringcandypizza]

get to know the mun!

name: Merwyn/Mer

pronouns: Any pronouns are fine ^^

preferred comms: here or discord! (ask for discord)

name of muses: Marco Izan García, Kevin Lovelace (still thinking of middle name) andddd Crash Bash'em Bandicoot

experience in RP: I have roleplayed with friends when i was younger on sites called flipanim and on scratch but I sorta stopped around 15?? or something like that and recently started roleplaying on tumblr around a month ago!

best experiences: For right noww?? everything. The people who i met are so sweet and kind and its just neat

pet peeves / dealbreakers: Dont really have anyyyy?? Just don't force things and shit and it should be good

muse preference: Idm most but Fluff or Angst or shipping is my cup of tea tbh. Of course some days it will alter but mostly its this

plot or memes: IM SCARED TO TALK OR PLOT WITH PEOPLE YET...I mean you can come to my messages and plot idm but im...very shy that why you see alot of memes

long or short replies: Depends on a few factors but i mostly try to match my partner. Of course some days i sorta wanna write smaller or if i get a bigggg idea i can write a big paragraph but mostly whatever the other wants.

best time to write?: for right now? 10 am to 7-8 pm est time since i still got school and stuff (i just turned 18 in feb lmao) but when i get a job ill probablyyyyy wont be on that much

are you like your muse?: Marco USED!! to be a self insert but i kept adding stuff and things so sorta. Kevin is actually..sorta a kin i have so yeah. (i dont like mentioning it a lot bc i get embarrassed a bit lol) and Crash? yup.

tagging whoever sees this and wants to do this! I stole this from @scrrowblue (psst this is a sign to check em out pssstt)

[ducknotinarow]

2k12 Mikey Don - #

send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:      

"Aw come on again? I dunno know, feel like Donnie would find me giving my phone over for this to be a pretty obviously bad way to get my information taken or something like that? Since he's always going on about internet safety and such. Then again he was sort of a jerk to me the other day?" The turtle purses his beak and takes a moment to think it over "Alright you can look!"

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone    

⚗️"Dee🥼 "

"Yeah nothing to special there I guess but just one of his nicknames we all use here and there. Don, Donnie, Dee. Ya know nothing to out there really I did add some sciencey looking emojis though! I thought about the goggles too since Donnie wears goggles hmm maybe I should swap it for the goggles now instead?" Mikey offers with a tilt of his head :I bet if Don could he would ear the full get up? Maybe I can find him an old lab coat?" Mikey attention shifts away with the the thought.                          

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone        

[image description] it's clearly taken from the pit in the lair, Donnie's on the couch with a tub of popcorn for once out to join the rest of them for some TV time. They look decently happy wearing a pair of socks on their feet because they were complain about being cold. His attention is off to the side because he was in the middle of explaining that to Raphael. You can also slightly just see the corner of Leo's elbow on Don's other side. It was a photo he took of his three eldest brothers all getting ready to sit down and relax for a night in. Just the four them for once at that. Sure Raph was being Raph, grumpy and such. Leo was ready to step in and get all bossy as he does. Well Mikey was trying to run the reigns for the night. But Donnie? looked content and happy. Even with the rough patch it was just a normal moment for the four of them. Donnie didn't seem annoyed by Raph he was smiling that soft little look. Mikey just liked it so he snap the shot and crop each of their faces for their own contacts.

"Ya know? for the longest time all my photos for Donnie tend to have him in his lab. Sometimes yelling for me to get out. Sometimes it's him in the middle of something he's working on. Cause I guess despite knowing Don all my life? I kind of only saw him as the guy with all the answers. The one who can fix everything. And yeah I still do think that way of him but then? he got real sick and mean and stupid. But we all do that stuff mean Raph 'quites' the team least once a month all the time but he always come back after a few days. I guess I kind of forget Donnie's well not just those things? And I dunno I think its a nice photo to use for him to remember that. Even when hes kind of a jerk with the whole online friends stuff I know he's just worried about me. Like how he smiling here seeming happy to be surrounded by us?" Mikey smiles and shrugs his shoulders "You think 15 years of only living and knowing each other we be better at this stuff but I guess we sorta got used to nothing changing we forget those little things? Like sometimes we need 'breaks' and just be allowed to exist and I think Don is the worst about it so it's nice when he lets himself just be with us."

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone        

Gold by SHADED What’s it gonna take to fill the void again? Am I doing this all wrong? And will I ever be enough to see the rough and clear it up Until you’re not just giving up? Oh, you lighten up my soul

"Donnie might seem like a jerk and full of himself cause hes smart and junk. But I mean he is really smart course he. But think Donnie prides himself too much into it, yeah he got an ego but that ain't what I mean. Donnie relies on being the smart one ya know? He feel he has to fix everything but he always fixes everything so it makes sense he does think that way? Honestly I think the reason Splinter don't harp too much when he slips is cause well no one can be harder on Don then Don already is on himself. And I dunno think it just makes him thing bad things about himself."                     

- my muse’s last text to your muse

[text] Who closes the bus door after the bus driver gets off the bus?

[text] is it the s or the c that is silent in scent?

[text] Why do they call them fingers? I've never seen them fing.

[text] How far west can you go before you start heading east

[text] Can you hold your breath till you pass out? I can :D

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[text] you get to pick for movie night this week!

[text] plz don't make us watch something smart though, my brain don't wanna think tonight Dee

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[text] DEE!!!

[text] Don!!!

[text] Donnie!

[text] DEDE!!!

[text] Donatello!!!

[text] I'm sorry please let me back in to the lab!!!

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[text] I'm making pizza run got bonus coupon deals we can have anything toppings we want!

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[text] Imma steal Von! I think she like to take my very important zine quizzes with Angel.